#I am stuffing my queue with them

[iron-sparrow]

#24 legs and thighs combo

... with a side of shoulders?

[catmask]

if it's not too intrusive, would you be comfortable talking about your experiences with OCD and maybe what made you seek a diagnosis?

idm it might help other people. i mean disclaimer not to use this as a diagnostic tool but if this sounds like u and u got a doc to talk to its worth bringing up

i think an important place to start and why i didnt think i had ocd is i am 1) autistic 2) a csa victim. this is pertinent because all of the things that actually lead me to get diagnosed with ocd i just kept dismissing as parts of those two other things. thinking 'surely this is all thats up there cant be anything else wrong with me' (<- thoughts of a clown)

the trouble with this is that coping skills id found for parts of both autism and csa trauma weren't working with things i later found out were related to ocd. so like, for example. frequently having intrusive thoughts about csa/sex trauma, i was told that if im experiencing a flashback the best thing i can do is try to ground myself and comfort myself. and yeah this is true, it would work if a flashback is all it was. but what it DIDNT account for is the guilt/dirty feeling id get after having them and the obsessive need to be 'clean' after.

and this trickled into hundreds of aspects of my life. 'cleaness' has always been such a vague unattainable concept unmedicated for ocd. if some things touch other things theyd become 'unclean'. if a person i felt uncomfortable around touched me or something it became 'unclean'. there were 'good' and 'bad' thoughts to have. i was constantly existing as if my presence was being monitored 24/7.

i could not fucking relax because every action i took, regardless of whether or not i was in private, i was constantly thinkin 'am i doing something wrong? am i hurting someone by doing this? am i breaking any rules?' and the 'bad thing' i was doing was like. i missed my boyfriend while he was at work. or i was going over former scenarios in which i was socially awkward in my head and wondering if i should be dead for doing that.

part of why i dismissed this as autism ofc too is yknow. being autistic i often missed social queues as a kid and was pretty brutally punished for it (physically by my parents, emotionally and socially by peers) so i was like yeah its Normal and Realsitic id have super intense fear about 'am i secretly doing something bad and dont realzie it because no one will fucking tell me until ive already done it and its too late and then i deserve all the punishment i get' but where my loved ones stepped in and were like Hey thats Not really normal. is where it waslike. other autistic people going 'brother i dont do that'

so yeah. it was like. kind of rule of elimination? the problems that wrrent getting solved by coping skills for the Other problems i Knew i had, i isolated those leftover things and my doctor was like 'this sounds like you have ocd. do you do this too' and listed out like 60 other things i didnt consider symptoms i just considered 'funny quirks' i had, like crying so hard id throw up if i couldnt get a blanket to lie perfectly flat during a picnic when i was 8 or thinking i was going to hell and my stuffed animals could feel pain so i would apologize to them iver and over while crying when they fell off the bed

you know. 'quirks'

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ delinquent inhuman  x preppy popular girl reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . preppy cunt 's all mine !! 🍒 :  mercenary ˖ inhuman immortal ˖ punkgoth character﹙ verse 781 alessio. ﹚

you, a preppy popular girl, can continue to deny you don't like the infamous delinquent at the school, alessio arias, but when he's got you alone, you moan out his name like a prayer, | cw : hatefucking, fingering, semi-public, manhandling, mirror sex, clit flicking, grinding,

Oh, you hated him. Hated his stupid grin. Hated his loud laughter down the hallway. Hated the way he'd cast you a wink from the side of the lecture hall. The way he somehow always ended up behind you in one of the cafeteria queues.

An irritant. That is what Alessio Arias was to you. Irritating in the way he never seemed to falter at your vehement distaste for him. Manicured finger shoved in his face and preppy privilege sky high. Your consistent denials of finding him attractive.

It was just hot on the days he backed you up into the locker! That's why your face was heated. It was just a coincidence that he caught you staring when you trotted into the dance hall to deliver one of the students a letter. Fuck his grin, fuck that smooth voice of his, the teases to your ear, his fingers stuffing your cunt —

Right. Good thing to mention that the only time he has you acting like a good little girl is when you're shoved up against one of the mirrors of the gym bathroom. Tits flushed to the cold glass as his hand makes its home up your skirt. Wet slews and lewd claps echo as his two thick fingers drive through your cunt.

"Still hate me, princessa?" His breathy laugh against your ear as your thighs squeezing together. Then comes the click of his tongue. A strong hand shoots down and squeezes on the fat of your flesh before he yanks it aside. Opens you up for him and shoves you further into the mirror. "Don't." He hisses, teasing tone vanishes like the mirth in his eyes.

"You're the one who wanted to be a pretty little brat in front of your friends. Wanna act so prim and prissy. 'till I have you here huh? Pretty pussy creamin' my fingers?"

"A-Ale - e-ess - essio-!"

His thumb digs into your clit. Tears run down your face as the pleasure knots up a second time in the pit of your stomach. Made worse by the flutter of butterflies when you feel his hard cock strained against his pants. Flushed against your ass.

You were a brat. You hated him — but oh, you loved when he put you in your place. Loved when his fingers come-hithered and pistoned into that one spot that crossed your eyes and fanned the mirror with heated breaths.

You hate him, and yet you squirm on his hand. You grind your ass back into his dick. Pussy throbbing and leaking at the idea of him stretching you out again. Skirt shoved and bent over one of the sinks like a slut. You hated him — but you could never hate his cock when it fucked you dumb. When he forced you down and reminded you just how rough he could be.

Tightness circles your jaw. Dark, trim nails squeeze at your face and he yanks it up to the mirror. "Awww, am I messin' up your make-up? Still so pretty," he cranes your face to the side, shoves his lips up against yours in a heated smooch. Swallows your whines, chuckles so cruelly as his fingers shallow and start pounding.

"M'pretty lil slut, huh?" Saliva strings connect your heated lip as he breathes the praise. As if his hand down below isn't absolutely wrecking your poor pussy. All you can do is buck into it. Whine. Whimper.

"I-I'm — I'm - 'onna cum -"

"Yeah you are, pretty girl. Cream my fingers."

You hate him. And yet you squeeze around his thick digits and squirt all over. Splash his wrist and your trembled thighs. He hardly stops. If anything his hand picks up speed and then yanks out. Slick ropes connect his nails his fingers to your cunt before he's immediately stuffing them to your slit and rubbing oh so roughly.

"Fuuuckk, my pretty pussy's so needy huh? So messy. Look at her." A strong arm yanks around your shoulders. So that you fall back into him. Watch yourself on full display. Against Alessio's strong body with his pierced lip brushing your ear, grinning. His nimble fingers playing with your folds like a toy. Flicks to your slit. Strokes to your slit. "See her? Yeah? Pussy's so bratty but she's all mine."

What a cruel grin. Through your teary eyes and messy make-up, you manage to glare through the reflective glass at him. All he does? Retreats his fingers and gets his cock out. Slaps the hard, throbbing tip on your wet slit for you to see from your bunched up skirt.

"Glaring even," a croon, a tongue kick. The arm round your shoulder slips to your throat instead. A headlock to keep your pretty body up against his as his cock parts your walls.

"Aww baby," he grunts into your ear. Grin wide, jaw tight as you squeeze his cock for all its worth. Strain and gush around his veiny girth with the prettiest of whines. All while he breathes heavy on your lobe. Holds your skirt up and keeps an eye on your struggled pussy.

"Still hate me? Still hate me when 'm stuffing you on my cock, pretty girl?"

[pxgeturner]

joel takes you, his intern, on a work trip, and fucks you in the bathroom of the convention center.

Why? why did the one intern that was chosen to go to the yearly conference be you? all the other interns are just going to snicker behind your back that you don’t deserve it because now they think you’re sleeping with mr. miller. But you got here on your own merit.

worst part is, they’re half right.

you are having sex with joel.

you’re having sex with joel right now, in the bathroom, where just down the hall, tommy is starting of the company’s presentation. You have an ear pressed to the door, trying to figure out how far away he is from your and joel’s queue. 

Joel pinches the softness of your thigh, perfectly time with a harsh thrust into you. you yelp and look at him, eyes beginning to water. 

“sorry, doll, did that hurt?” he cups your chin, “i’m sorry, angel, I just can’t have you focusing on anything else right now.”

“but-” another thrust. 

“not a word, doll. You let me worry about the timing. You just worry about how your pretty little pussy is feeling, stuffed good with my cock.” he grinds into you and your mind goes blank.

“mmm, that’s it baby, that’s it. just go nice and dumb on my cock huh?” he adjusts you, and your blouse rolls up, and your back meets the unforgiving cold of the door. You gasp and clutch joel, forcing him to bottom out in you. 

he groans. “FUCK, sweetheart, what happened?”

“the.. the door is cold…”

“do y’want me to set you down on the counter?”

you grab hold of him tighter. “no! it’s wet!”

he hisses, he’s about to start seeing stars if you don’t relax soon “ok then, you feel good like this, sugar?”

“if you’re good, so am I.”

“alright then, baby, I need you to loosen your legs a little bit so I can move.” he takes a deep breath, and it’s clear to you that he wants you to do the same. 

And soon enough, he’s back to moving you like the you don’t weigh anything. Your hands tangle in his hair, and your face is in his neck. You nip at him, as he puts a finger on your clit. 

“c’mon angel, c’mon my dumb little baby, cum for me, let me feel it, c’mon I know you want to.”

“I wanna,” you whimper.

Every so lightly, he pinches your clit, just enough to send you over the edge. Your legs shake with force of the orgasm and joel feels you dripping onto him. He slips himself out of you, and holds you for a moment, keeping a finger on your clit to to move you through the end of your orgasm. 

“angel,” he whispers into your ear, once he can tell that your coming back down to earth. 

“y-yeah?”

“you squirted.” he smiles, mischievously proud. You blush and playfully smack his shoulder. 

“and angel?”

“what?” you ask, slightly annoyed. 

“time to get you dressed.” he sets you down on the toilet and starts wiping you up. 

“joel,” your mind is starting to clear up and you don’t remember joel finishing. Proven by the sight of his still-hard cock “you’re still hard.” you try to reach over, wanting to help him finish. 

He gently swats your hand away, pausing cleaning you up to pull up his pants up from his thighs and fasten them. “this was for you, not for me.” he goes back to wiping you up

“but-”

he helps you with your skirt “we’re on in five minutes, angel girl.”

soon, your blouse is fixed and your lipstick has been touched up, and joel’s helping you into your heels. 

“nervous?”

“no, honestly i feel really calm.”

“because you know the stuff. you were overthinking.”

“yeah,” you nod sheepishly.

He opens the door, offering you his hand, “ready to put on a show?”

you smile and take his hand, “as long as you promise to help keep me steady.”

“i’ll always be here for you, sugar.”

[serickswrites]

Hiii💞 sorry if this is repetitive but i just wanted to know your going to continue the monster series ; you only have 2 parts out and you said its plotted for 6 parts.It's ok if yiur discontinuing it!! :) .

Hello, Anon! I am definitely continuing it. I am so sorry it took me so long. I am so behind on all of my series. I'm trying to catch up and finish out as many as I can (the queue is growing and my drafts are growing even more!)

Please enjoy part 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, noncon, branding

Smallest Teammate felt like their head was stuffed full of cotton. Their whole body ached, but nothing ached more than the burn on their arm. They would bear Whumper's name on their arm for the rest of their life.

No matter how short it was.

They had thought they would be alone when they woke. That Whumper would have gone off to do something while they were unconscious. Surely Whumper grew bored waiting for Smallest Teammate to wake. Smallest Teammate moaned with pain as they blinked their eyes open.

"Took you long enough," Whumper's voice was a low purr near Smallest Teammate's left ear. "I've been waiting for so long."

"To do what? Torture me? Can't get your jollies if I'm incapacitated?" Smallest Teammate surprised even themself with the amount of venom they put into their voice. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Whumper grabbed Smallest Teammate's cheeks, putting pressure with their index finger and thumb. "Yes. But those aren't the jollies you're thinking of."

Smallest Teammate's mouth went dry as Whumper vaulted onto the table. "No, please," Smallest Teammate tried to struggle away, crying out with pain as their burned skin pulled tight around the brand.

"Please, what, Smallest Teammate?" Whumper asked as they pulled Smallest Teammate's trousers down. "Take my time with you? Make sure you enjoy it? What, Smallest Teammate?"

Smallest Teammate stared up into Whumper's eyes as terror gripped their heart. They had no idea that Whumper had intended to do this. Had no idea that Whumper was this evil There had to be a way out of this. "You don't have to do this," they whispered as they watched Whumper unbuckle their belt.

"No," Whumper slid their own trousers off with great flourish, "but I want to do this."

Before Smallest Teammate could protest any further, Whumper thrust themself roughly into Smallest Teammate. Smallest Teammate screamed as they felt as though they would be cleaved in two. "PLEASE!" They shrieked.

Whumper's rhythm was a rapid pounding, each thrust a violent movement that tore a cry from Smallest Teammate's lips. "I have waited a very long time to be able to do this Smallest Teammate. I am going to make sure I enjoy every single part of you." Each word was punctuated by a thrust.

Smallest Teammate was dizzy as they were sure their body split in two. They were sure Whumper had somehow also stabbed them in the abdomen, that they were bleeding out from the amount of pain they were in. They breathlessly cried out as Whumper leaned down and squeezed on their branded arm, their world whiting out with pain.

"I'm going to enjoy every single part of you before I tear you limb from limb. And then, once I am completely satisfied and you are completely destroyed," Whumper whispered in Smallest Teammate's ear as Smallest Teammate's tenuous grip on consciousness began to fade, "I will go after and finish off your team. Your traitorous team will suffer as you have suffered, too."

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[catcat-ouo]

Saw and Mi in human form

the writer is my impressive GF @jade-eclipse-lithium <3

==

The humid air clung to Saw’s skin as he leaned against the graffiti-streaked wall outside Mi’s apartment, the neon sign of a nearby cha chaan teng flickering like a tired firefly. He checked his phone—5:15 AM—and adjusted the straps of his backpack, stuffed with a crumpled map, two Octopus cards, and a bag of haw flakes Mi loved.

*Knock-knock-knock. *

“Saw?!” Mi’s voice burst through the door before it even opened. “You’re actually awake before noon?!”

Saw’s lips curved into his trademark half-smile. “Mhm.” He murmured, nudging a paper bag toward her. Inside: egg tarts, still warm.

Mi gasped. “You bribed Uncle Chen to open early?!”

Saw shrugged, but his ears turned pink.

At Lin Heung Tea House, chaos continued with Char Siu.

The tea house was a battlefield of clattering trolleys and shouting aunties. Saw steered Mi through the chaos, his hand a steady anchor on her wrist.

“Table!” Mi lunged for a vacated spot, nearly colliding with a waiter balancing towers of bamboo steamers. Saw caught her by the hoodie just in time.

“Waa!” Mi laughed, plopping onto a stool. “How do we even—”

A plate of siu mai landed in front of them. Saw slides the stamp card to Mi.

Mi squinted. “So we just…steal food?”

“Take,” Saw corrected, handing her chopsticks.

A rogue chicken foot unexpectedly appeared on their table, causing Mi to scream and promptly throw it onto the floor. A nearby granny couldn’t resist the urge to cackle at the sight.

Chuckles escaped Saw’s lips, but he quickly tried to suppress them. However, Mi heard it anyway. Mi retaliated by feeding him a chili-filled dumpling. His eyes watered as she chuckled triumphantly.

As Mi stood at the Tsim Sha Tsui pier, Mi noticed the ferry’s green hull slowly drifting away. “The last one on board gets free egg waffles!”

Saw jogs after her without a care in the world, he would buy anything Mi wants anyway. They dodged tourists, leapt over a sleeping stray dog, and skidded onto the deck just as the gates clanged shut.

Panting, Mi elbowed him. “You planned that.”

Mi’s breath hitched as the morning sun gilded the Bank of China Tower, transforming it into a jagged diamond. Grinning, Mi pointed to the skyline.

“We should send postcards to Base and Woof!”, she exclaimed, earning a few side glances from strangers.

Saw nods, and tucks a windblown strand of hair behind Mi’s ear. Only Mi would think of their friends in a moment like this, unlike Saw, whose mind is consumed by Mi.

The Peak Tram queue stretched for blocks, and Mi tapped her foot, feeling a pang of disappointment. “We’ll miss sunset!”

Before Mi could complain, Saw had already positioned himself beside a taxi, gracefully opening the door and inviting her inside, displaying the gentlemanly behavior he is known only for Mi.

Their cabbie, a chain-smoking man, took corners like a Initial D reject. Mi clung to Saw’s arm, shrieking as they fishtailed past double-deckers.

At the summit, Saw paid while Mi dashed to the Sky Terrace. The breathtaking view, skyscrapers piercing cotton-candy clouds, stunned her into silence.

Saw sidled up beside her. He needn’t come up to see the most beautiful view in the world, when he is right beside her.

Under neon-lit tarot stalls of Temple Street, Mi dragged Saw to a fortune-teller. “Will Saw ever talk more?”

The woman squinted at his palm, noticing the strong love line. However, there was also a hint of danger emanating from a high place. “I see…”

Mi, “See what? That Saw will talk more?”

The woman traces the lines on Saw’s hand, “I can’t say that for sure, but i know you talk enough for the both of you.”

Mi beamed with way too much pride, “I do!” Saw never needed his own voice when Mi’s talking.

On the Kowloon waterfront, the Symphony of Lights erupted, a dazzling display of lasers that left everyone gasping. Mi leaned into Saw’s shoulder, captivated by the spectacle.

“Best day ever?”

He nodded.

“Say it.”

“Mhm.”

Saw kissed her forehead, a promise of days like these will never truly end for them.

On the night MTR home, Saw and Mi share earphones, listening to Always by Atlantic Starr. Mi’s loves the melody, but to Saw, the lyrics hits home, because that’s everything he wants to say to Mi.

To Saw, Mi is everything a girl should be.

He will dedicate his life, to her, always.

The love like hers is rare, It must have been sent from up above.

And he knows, she'll stay this way.

For always.

And they both know, that our love will grow

And forever, it will be her and he.

She’s like the sun, chasing all of the rain away.

When she come around, she brings brighter days.

She’s the perfect one.

For he and her, forever will be.

And he will love her so, for always.

He can't find enough ways to let her know.

But she can be sure he’s hers.

No matter where they are, no matter what world they are in.

And he will love her so, for always

==

Source :

[footballerimaginess]

Final

Vini Jr Word Count: The champions league final was finally here, you were just so excited and could not wait to get there. You were making sure you kept yourself busy before you needed to head to Wembley, you explored London a little bit with some of Vini's family and friends.

"Urgh I don't know how Vini is feeling but I am so nervous" you whispered as you sat down in the restaurant. "Oh I agree, my mind is all over the place. What time should we go to the ground because I know it will be busy and we are going to want to get food" you told them as you picked your bag up and grabbed your phone to see a text from Vini. "Miss you, see you later x" you smiled as you read the text. Your food arrived which was so tasty and thoroughly enjoyed it. "So shall we head off?" you asked them as you headed out once you had paid the bill. You luckily had your Real Madrid shirt stuffed in your bag as you walked up Wembley way. "Oh this is crazy, look how many people are here already and they have ages for the game" you felt a buzzing sensation in your body as you were so excited to get to your seats now. "It is mad isn't it" you smiled as you grabbed your friend's hand as you made your way up to the turnstiles. "Wow" you muttered as you walked into Wembley and stood on the stairs, taking it all in. "This is crazy isn't it, come on we need photos" you both posed for some photos and made sure everyone else got involved. The game was finally starting and the nerves were kicking in, you had never felt nerves like it before. You grabbed her hand beside you tightly each time Dortmund came forward and saw them missing their chances. Real Madrid's first half wasn't very good and you were starting to become a little nervous. "I think I need a drink but that queue is going to be crazy" you mumbled as you watched everyone walking up the stairs as they went to go and get a drink. "Same" you laughed as you took some cute photos of each other to remember this incredible moment. The second half was on it's way, you were even more nervous now. It got to the 74th minute and Dani Carvajal headed in from the corner, you jumped up as fast as you could as you screamed and celebrated. "Omg" you screamed as you watched the players celebrate. You jumped up and down on the spot as the rest of the game were as tense and nervous as you had ever felt. As you watched Vini run in and score a goal. "AHh oh my god" you screamed so loudly as you just watched your boyfriend score a goal in a champions league final. Everyone screamed together as you all celebrated as you were ready to see Real Madrid lifting the champions league trophy. You felt like the proudest girlfriend.

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[fangirling-heart]

Hi Heart! Good afternoon, hope you're doing well <3

For the ship ask game, how about Barney and Logs or Sora and Riku (whichever you'd rather talk about <3)

Hello there, Pulim! Good evening to you as well (or night I guess, it's nighttime for me)!

Now, this ask... is a big one. Which is a reason I mentioned answering it will be late (the other being I was too busy stuffing my face with food). And because it's big, I wanted to pick one option this time... but I couldn't because I love both these ships! I'll try to keep my answers brief this time (emphasis on try). Buckle up and in we go!

who made the first move:

Boggs: I think it's canon that Barney did it around the s1 finale.

Soriku: So far none of them has, but I am 90% sure it will be Riku and he will do it completely instinctively/by accident.

who kissed who first:

Boggs: They kissed at the same time if I recall correctly.

Soriku: Once again, I'm 90% sure it will be Riku.

who started the relationship:

That's a weird question, but I guess it means who asked they get together.

Boggs: They kinda both did, but Barney popped the question first I think.

Soriku: I actually have no idea about this one.

who remembers things:

Boggs: Probably Barney. He had a whole journal section about Loggs.

Soriku: Both, but mostly Riku.

nicknames for each other: 

Boggs: I honestly don't know what they'd be, but they would definitely use nicknames.

Soriku: I don't think they'd use any. I can only imagine Sora calling Riku his dream-eater sometimes, especially at night, when they’re lying down together.

who is more likely to pay for dinner: 

Boggs and Soriku: In both cases they both try to pay at the same time, they have a mini fight and end up splitting the bill.

who normally cooks:

Boggs: Maybe Loggs. I think he has the vibe.

Soriku: Sora. He learned from the best, Remy the little chef.

who remembers anniversaries:

Boggs: Both. But they act like they don't to plan surprises for each other.

Soriku: Riku. For the most part.

what would they get each other for gifts:

Boggs and Soriku: I think they'd mostly get each other personalized stuff, like a scrapbook, or a keychain.

most trivial thing they fight over: 

Boggs: What kind of movie they'd watch. They agreed no musicals on their first date, but I headcanon Barney really likes musicals and tries to get Loggs to warm up to them, without much success.

Soriku: Who won a race. I can see them arguing about that quite often (flashback to the kh1 race...)

how often do they fight:

Boggs and Soriku: Not that often.

who uses all the hot water:

Boggs: Loggs. He spends a lot of time in the bathroom, because hair care demands it.

Soriku: Definitely Sora.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working:

Boggs: I guess both of them would.

Soriku: Riku most of the time.

who leaves their stuff around:

Boggs: Probably Barney. Mainly by process of elimination. There's no way Loggs leaves his stuff lying around.

Soriku: Sora, definitely Sora. This boy's room is a mess 100% of the time.

who remembers to buy the milk:

Boggs: Loggs.

Soriku: Riku

who controls the netflix queue:

Boggs: They switch every week.

Soriku: I imagine they have a lot I common regarding their tastes, so both would control it at the same time.

who steals the covers at night:

Boggs: Loggs. But Barney remains glued to him when they sleep so he's still warm.

Soriku: Maybe Sora. When he isn't glued on Riku.

who cusses more:

Boggs: Maybe Barney. But only in extreme cases.

Soriku: I don't think either of them would cuss that much.

who does most of the cleaning:

Boggs and Soriku: In both cases they do it together. Sora and Riku would make it a competition too.

what’s their favorite non-sexual activity:

Boggs: Dinner dates!

Soriku: Stargazing and maybe some swordfighting

who’s the cuddler:

Boggs: Barney. 100%. That boy loves hugs, you can't convince me otherwise.

Soriku: Both are pretty cuddly, but maybe Sora, just a bit more.

who’s the big spoon/little spoon: who’s more dominant: who is the dirty talker:

(I honestly don't how exactly to answer these. Guess that happens when you give questions like that to a sex repulsed ace)

what do they do when they’re away from each other:

Boggs and Soriku: They would call each other every day and exchange messages as often as possible. (Tho in Soriku's case... that's a bit sadder question in the context of canon)

what would they do if the other one was hurt:

Boggs: Instant worry, checking if the other is okay and getting him to safety.

Soriku: Pretty much the same as Boggs, but with one more addition: Going absolutely ballistic.

a headcanon: 

Boggs: They both love dressing Pugsley up in cute outfits and gush about how cute he looks.

Soriku: Sora was there when Riku cut his hair and gave him the biggest hug afterwards.

[deniable-masterpiece]

Just saying… feeding Wally a ton of food a mf maybe sitting on his lap while rubbing his belly as you feed him to help him bulk does sound hot… but in the end it’s more than a bulk and he ends up getting a bit beefy and thick, he doesn’t loose the muscles. But now he can’t fit in his pants, he sits chairs he sits on, he has a little tummy instead of a flat one and has grown a bit bigger. He could ask you for help to bulk from food or maybe he’s been eyeing up a certain classmate that looks delicious.

And on the topic of eating classmates zed taking off the z band and zombing out eating your friends or just random people from your class and pinning you under his big squirming belly or making you rub it or railing you as they digest. That doesn’t sound half bad either…

tw vore

OH MY GOD ANON??? I love this sm, I'm so sleepy but I'm fighting it to reply really quick before I zonk out and let my queue take over posting for me for the rest of the night lmao-

That would be so hot! It was confirmed that Wally never wanted to be an athlete, so maybe he needs help getting that physique, and turns to someone--us--who knows more about bulking and dieting. Or maybe he just flys solo, or maybe we sabotage him into gaining weight more than it would be considered bulking. And yes! His sweats are still baggy at his ankles but have become skin tight at his thighs, hips, and ass. Even his expensive letterman jacket is starting to accentuate his stomach since it can barely be buttoned to cover it. And hell. yes. to him eating a classmate that looks delicious, maybe just a random one in 4th period that was being a little too obnoxious. Maybe he couldn't see the board and needed a snack before stuffing his face during lunch...

AND YESSSS????! This is so good?!? No need to worry about the fear of zombies when he can just eat anyone who doesn't accept him- maybe making some room on the football team for him and his zombie friends too. And him pinning us down under his belly after he eats them is so hot, feeling their motion as his zombie gut does so much work to digest them... probably making it more painful than if he was a human. Also, he could totally eat people with the Z-band on, it's just that taking it off increases his hunger and irrationality, maybe even making his gut extra painful-

These are both great, please keep sending these in! I love them sm and will see if I can make either of these into fics in the future!!

edit: adding to this because i cant sleep and am obsessed with this. Their characters just make such good preds because they’re both tall and generally lanky (zed more so than Wally, especially if Wally gains weight and Zed stays the same), and a big ball belly in the middle of their figures from eating would be so hot to see. Zed even more so if he’s eating multiple people😮‍💨, all of them distending his stomach and outweighing his skinny form

[twistedtummies2]

Discount Options & More - 2025 Comms Incoming

Well, ladies and gents, it’s almost time to publicly open commissions for 2025! So, let’s talk shop here…

First of all, after discussing things with the people who were left on the Waiting List from last year, I now have FOURTEEN OPEN SLOTS for this upcoming year. Ten of them are on the main queue; the other four are part of a small Waiting List just in case. The ten on the queue are sort of spread out across the year.

As a reminder, once I open, all messages to request a commission will be sent to the following e-mail address: ccmtt2comms@gmail.com

I will no longer be accepting requests via PMs. The standard fee is $15 per thousand words; most stories will not be less than 3000 words in length, and the maximum cap is 8000 words in length.

HOWEVER, for the year, I am providing the standard run of Discount Options. These are characters where, if you request a story featuring them as a major character (for vore/stuffing stories, specifically means them as the predator/big eater), you get a discount on your final purchase. Stories that adhere to the options here and all the rules applicable will be charged $10 per thousand words, instead of $15. So, for example, if you purchase a story for 5000 words minimum, the initial fee will be $50 instead of $75.

The rules are simple: again, the character you choose must be a major character, and I will determine whether the idea warrants the discount or not based on your description (for instance, if your concept isn’t kink-related, then it depends on how much focus the character gets). Second, you can only use ONE character from the list at a time: you can ask for two in the same story. Third, if the character you choose is playing the predator, they must be either the sole predator, or at least the “apex” of the story. (Meaning if there ARE other predators involved, it’s the chosen character who gets the last laugh, so to speak.) Fourth and finally, the story MUST be at least worthy of 2k words minimum to qualify, but again, that probably won’t be an issue.

Beyond that, standard rules apply. Also, I’m no longer limiting how many people ask for a character, BUT I will be splitting up how often I write for that character in the year; so, if someone in Round Two of the comms for the year has a story with a character listed here, I won’t be writing a story with the same one in the same round. I hope that makes sense. With all that said, take a look below, and when the time comes, we’ll see how things work out…

ANIME/MANGA

Bakugou, from My Hero Academia.

Fel, from Campfire Cooking in Another World With My Absurd Skill.

Muta, from The Cat Returns.

Rimuru Tempest, from That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime.

Wolfrun, from Smile! Pretty Cure. (A.k.a. Ulric, from Glitter Force.)

COMICS (MARVEL & DC)

Blob

Ember

Killer Croc

Orca

Venom

DISNEY (TV & FILMS)

Baloo, from The Jungle Book/Talespin.

Clawhauser, from Zootopia.

Felicia, from The Great Mouse Detective.

Pete.

Scar OR Simba, from The Lion King Universe.

DREAMWORKS

Death, from Puss in Boots: The Last Wish.

Dragon, from Shrek.

Gunmar, from Tales of Arcadia.

Mr. Wolf OR Mr. Shark, from The Bad Guys.

Po, from Kung Fu Panda.

VIDEO GAMES

Axel, from Kingdom Hearts.

Bigby Wolf, from The Wolf Among Us.

Bowser, from Super Mario Bros.

The Cheshire Cat, from American McGee’s Alice.

Shadow the Hedgehog, from Sonic.

VISUAL NOVELS/GACHAS

Beelzebub OR Asmodeus, from Obey Me!

Boris Airay OR Blood Dupre, from Alice in the Country of Hearts.

Macan OR Bathym, from Housamo.

Malleus Draconia OR Ruggie Bucchi, from Twisted Wonderland.

Mordred OR Ruler Moriarty, from Fate/Grand Order.

MISCELLANEOUS

Cat R. Waul, from An American Tail: Fievel Goes West.

Husk OR Alastor, from Hazbin Hotel.

Satan OR Loona, from Helluva Boss.

Scooby-Doo.

Salem Saberhagen, from Sabrina: The Animated Series.

YOU WILL ALSO BE ELIGIBLE FOR A DISCOUNT IF YOU ORDER A STORY FEATURING ANY OF MY OCS IN A MAJOR ROLE.

The opening is currently still set for February 5th. See you all then!

[thessalian]

Thess vs The Backlog

You know what the problem is with extreme backlog? It's that people don't expect extreme backlog, and they want their macros NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW.

I got five emails forwarded to me by Scruffman: "Could you look out for these cases?" So I had to dig those cases out of the queue (if they weren't there already) and type them as a priority when I already had miles of work to do. Because gods forbid anyone else do it.

Hell, most of them weren't even that long, and Scruffman is doing typing right now. He could easily have picked a couple of those out himself. But noooooooooo. They go to me.

One good thing - I got out of having to do the 17 minute monstrosity. I may have explained that I got my hand caught in a door the other day and while I can type, anything that long will hurt like hell.

(I still have to do all the other long bullshit, though. Fuck my liiiiiiiiiife.)

Right. This is my break for getting some coffee and stuffing a couple of cookies into my face. Now I'm going to do this for another hour or two, then go out to get some last-minute errands done, and then overtime overtime overtime, interspersed with making dessert for Christmas dinner tomorrow. I am going to be wrecked tomorrow. AAAAAAAAAA.

[stimboards-for-you]

Pinned Post!

Hello! Welcome to @internalscreaming247's stimboard making account.

Here you will see mostly video game stimboards, especially pokemon, but you may see stimboards for other media, animals, and whatever else I feel like creating!

Stimboard creation is a hyperfixation that can come and go quickly. If I make many stimboards very quickly, I will probably queue them so that the blog will run for a little longer.

Queue will probably post around 1:30 pm PST. Requests will be posted before other stimboards!

I do not have a specific DNI. If I don't want you to interact with this blog, I will block you.

I am an adult. I will not be posting NSFW on this account, but if me being over 18 makes you uncomfortable feel free to not interact or even block me. I don't mind if minors follow this blog.

Requests are open!!

For requests, I will do:

-Fictional characters

-OCs

-Pride flags

-Pride headcanons

-Animals, objects, themes, stuffed animals, etc.

-Anything else that isn't mentioned below.

I will not make stimboards for:

-Real people (MCYTs are fine if it's the character and not the creator. If you want a stimboard of yourself that is also fine! But please DO NOT send me a picture of your face.)

-NSFW/kink (I have no problem with kink or NSFW, but this particular blog of mine is gonna stay SFW.)

-"AI" (fuck off lmao)

-South Park, Harry Potter, Vivziepop, Hetalia or anything like it, Touhou, Neil Gaiman, Marvel. (This is not a DNI, this is for personal comfort. Do not come into my asks to defend something in this list or ask what a certain property "did wrong", it may be nothing and be entirely personal.)

[leffee]

Day 26: Milkshake

Sunster: Good morning, Vinnie, how are you today?

Pay-to-Vin: sad 

Sunil couldn’t stop the silent gasp from escaping his mouth. Vinnie was sad and he was openly admitting it to him? To anyone really?

There was no time to wait! He grabbed the bare essentials from his room like his phone and wallet before skipping down the stairs. Taking one last item - his car keys, he left his house, though not before hurriedly making sure in the mirror that he looked at least presentable. His verdict? He could be better but was still good enough, there was no time to complain! 

Stuffing all his things into his jacket’s pockets, Sunil got into his car and stepped on gas. As he was driving fast, just below the speed limit, his mind raced with all the possibilities of why Vinnie could be sad. There were many of course, but that didn’t prevent him from worrying at all. As the local worrywart, Sunil went through negative emotions often, too often than he’d like, but at least he had his friends, especially his best one. Vinnie didn’t always have a solution, or if he had one it didn’t work each and every time, but he was always there unless it was the case of Sunil needing some room to breathe, then he would be with him through messages if his friend needed that. As thankful as Sunil was, as a small side effect it caused him to feel a bit out of place whenever the roles were switched. Nevertheless, he knew what to do to lessen whatever kind of stress his friend was going through.

After a few minutes which felt way too long to be just that, he arrived at his destination - his, and by default Vinnie’s, favourite fast-food place. He ran inside and frowned upon seeing a big queue to all the self-service checkouts. However, the ones to the regular cash registers were much shorter so with a hint of hesitation he took a place in one and started picking on his sweater while the line grew shorter with each minute until he was the one in front of the counter.

“Good morning, what can I get you?” The cashier asked politely.

“I um, have a big order,” Sunil started with a slight tremor in his voice.

“That’s alright, though it might take a while to get it prepared. Just tell me what you need, sir.”

“Here goes,” Sunil took a breath, “I need a strawberry milkshake, a big one that is, the largest one you have, and five… no, eight burgers and I would like it as takeaway.”

“Got it, a milkshake and eight burgers, any specific ones?” 

“No, just, something with meat, and no vegetables, is that okay? I don’t need anything particular, really.”

“Of course, eight non-specific burgers it is.” After paying, Sunil had to admit that the price was less than favorable but that was the last thing on his mind right now, and throwing in a “If possible, please try to complete it quickly”, he sat down on one of the closest empty seats and started tapping his foot on the ground as he waited.

He checked his phone, but no new notifications were displayed, no wonder since he seemed to have no Wi-Fi connection there. Some guilt tugged at his conscience for not replying at all to Vinnie’s message, but he knew what he was doing right now would pay off. 

“Order number 63 is ready.” Sunil flinched but got up once he heard his number. 

“Thank you so much.” He nodded at the worker and took the bags, there were four in total.

He managed to take a glance inside before throwing them inside the car, but since it was a perfunctory glance, he didn’t manage to count the items inside. Still, he trusted there was the right number as he fastened his seat belt and started driving again.

“Vinnie, it’s me, please open the door!” Sunil yelled before his fist even reached the door and started knocking frantically. He continued until the door opened, revealing his surprised best friend.

“Sunil? Hi, bud, what are you doing here? I mean, I’m happy to see you, but I didn’t expect to see you here, especially after you didn’t answer my message.”

“I am so sorry,” Sunil put his hands together, “but I left my house as soon as I got it. Speaking of, here.” He presented Vinnie with the four, grease-leaking bags. “For you.”

“Wh- for me?” Vinnie took the bags and stood aside to let Sunil inside. “What’s the occasion? It’s not my birthday or anything.”

“No, but you said you were sad… and so,” Sunil gestured at the four bags. “However, we’ll think about that in a second, first, please, tell me what happened.” He grabbed Vinnie’s shoulders causing him to almost drop the bags at the sudden touch.

“Oh, that? You mean when I messaged you like an hour ago that I was sad?”

“Yes!”

“Yeah, that,” Vinnie sighed and looked off to the side, “a package that I ordered didn’t come this morning.”

“...A package? What did you order?”

“A mug! One with the middle finger at the bottom, you know, like when you lift it and it’s visible?” Vinnie beamed but then his expression turned into a scowl again. “It was supposed to be here this morning so I got up unusually early, but I got a text that there was a delay, and it will arrive in the afternoon instead.” He huffed and folded his arms. And Sunil? His own arms fell to his sides.

“Oh.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I… I thought something bad happened, I mean… worse than that and I…I…” He simply nodded towards the bags. Vinnie took a look inside of them and smiled wildly.

“Oh goodie, so much impossibly unhealthy and yet soooo tasty things for me? Thank you.” He turned back to Sunil. “Wait, wait a sec, you only buy me such foods and so many when I- when I-," He was unable to finish as he started snickering.

“I really thought you were upset!” Sunil slumped down and covered his face.

“Oh man, that’s hilarious,” Vinnie said between the remaining chuckles. “Me? Upset? Naaah. I mean, I’m not complaining, but I have to say I’m not really that hungry right now, maybe just…” Vinnie took out the milkshake, inserted the straw into it and sighed in contentment once he registered the flavor on his tongue. 

“Ugh, wonderful, who’s going to eat all that now then? Because I’m certainly not planning to consume all those burgers there.” Sunil's expression turned sour as he eyed the bags.

“Ahaha, yeah. Hmm,” Vinnie hummed in thought as he drank more of the milkshake, “I know! How about we just invite Zoe, Pepper, Penny, Minka and Russell here? I’m sure they’d appreciate some unexpected burgers.”

“At 10 am?” Sunil raised a skeptical brow. 

“Eh.” Vinnie shrugged but was already reaching for his phone while Sunil simply whined.

“Just do not tell them that I am the cause of why you have so many burgers on hand, deal?”

“Deal.” Vinnie smiled in amusement, took another sip through the straw, and clicked ‘send’.

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Don't worry, Sunil got some of his money back 😬

And that mug Vinnie ordered? He's gonna use it with only specific guests, not his friends, dw.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Any plans to update October? I admit it's my favorite work of yours and the first I recommend to friends to get them into your works.

I plan to, but I've stuffed a lot of things in @therealvinelle's beta queue and am trying to be mindful of that.

[ziiinthos]

Indie RP blog for Raven of the Teen Titans.

sideblog to @/vallorouslly

Entirely iconless, queue heavy, private and highly selective. Penned by Saturn (30+, she/her). Heavy themes will be covered on this blog, minors do not enter.

About / Memes /

Affiliates: @inabcck // @paramounticebound // @kingcenred // @apurekindness // @celestialmantdonna //

Rules:

Mun is 30+.

I work an 8-5 job, and am experiencing some chronic illnesses which effect my mood drastically. I will not be online all the time which is why I use the queue. I am on discord often though (or when I have energy: this is available to mutuals on request.)

That being said I also have other hobbies that occupy the space writing might not on any given day. Please respect my space when I have the motivation to write, I will be here.

I am a private/selective blog. If I follow you first or follow back, this means I want to write! If I do not follow, that means I either can’t see our characters meshing well or if our writing styles don’t seem to be compatible. Raven is a sideblog, I will follow back from vallorouslly

Multimuse mentality ‘you don’t write with my OC I won’t write with your OC’ DOES NOT BELONG HERE. You have every right to write with whoever you want, no matter what. OCs have every right to write with canon muses as do OCs with one another.

If you are a multi with a ton of muses and I reach out before I follow to ask who you see me writing with, it’s to help me have the time to read your blog. Unless I follow you back, this is not an invitation to make me a starter instead of showing me who you want me to write with. I will not follow back.

If you blog hop frequently, or start with a multi and move them all to their own blogs, I will unfollow. This causes me a great deal of stress and exhaustion to have to try and figure out where a muse is that I wanted to interact with. If you also redo/revamp your blog repeatedly and don’t get to writing between blog hops, I will unfollow. It’s incredibly messy on my dash and not what I am interested in seeing over and over again.

If we’ve been mutuals for a while but I haven’t received interaction through memes I’ve submitted or communication in the IMs, I reserve the right to unfollow/block. I know what works best for me with communicating with other muns. If there is never any chatting about ships or plotting ooc and just short replies, I will unfollow. I refuse to waste what little time I have chasing people.

Minors don’t interact.

This blog runs on a queue stocked in one-two week increments. Some live posting may happen between queue stuffing. It just depends on how I’m feeling if I queue it or post it in the moment.

That being said: I do not put brand new interactions into the queue right away (unless my partner does, then I will mirror that). I like to get some rapport going with the muses and the muns before making that move to extended wait times between interactions.

If you go on a hiatus longer than a month, or are not on dash for that duration of time, I reserve the right not to put our threads in the queue. I like to focus on the partners and writing I have with people who are online at that current time. When you come back, unless we drop things for a clean slate, then I will begin putting our things back in the queue. (But this is also dependent on what kind of relationship us muns have: if it’s good and we plot a lot on discord while you are away and I have an idea, I may throw it in the queue for you.)Treat others the way you’d like to be treated.

Traumatic/adult themes will be present on this blog.

I block for a variety of reasons but it all boils down to one point: you made me uncomfortable in my safe space. Do not harass me from other blogs if I’ve blocked you for whatever reason. I do not owe you an explanation.

These are boundaries I’ve learned in the past year that I need to set for my own sanity and comfort. I’m not as scary as I seem, I’m just hoping to get back into writing to chill out and be less stressed. But I hope we can write something wonderful and have fun doing so!

[thetantiger]

Carnivals and Chaos

Word count: 3,344

Characters: Mythodoran (he/him), Sanlasteron (he/him)

WHEW this one's a long one and I did it in one fucking sitting lmfao here you go

“I can’t believe you agreed to this!” Sanlas grinned ear to ear, practically bouncing up and down as he walked with sheer excitement.

“I can’t believe I agreed to it either,” Mythodoran replied dryly. They were walking down the path to the Darkmoon Faire. Whether or not the Darkmoon Faire is actually open at the time of writing this is irrelevant because time is a social construct and also fuck you. Bright blinking signs lit their way through otherwise eerie, dark woods, and soon enough the stretch of the lively Faire expanded before them.

“Ooh! I know exactly what I want to try first!” Sanlasteron grabbed Mytho by the arm. He noticed the Kaldorei flinched as he reached for him and Sanlas paused, looking at him. “I- oh. Are you alright? You flinched.”

Mythodoran sort of stared at the void elf’s hand warily and opened his mouth to respond, but then turned and coughed into his hand.

“If you don’t want me to touch you, you can just say so,” Sanlas assured. He suddenly felt very self-conscious of every time he’d impulsively laid his hands on Mythodoran or hugged him.

“I-It’s quite alright,” the Warden replied, still seeming a little unsure. “If it bothered me, I would have let you know. Very quickly.”

“I see,” Sanlas said, deciding that was enough of an answer for him. “Well come on then! There’s plenty to do in the Faire!”

As he trekked along enthusiastically and Mythodoran followed behind him a little less enthusiastically, Sanlas was beaming with delight. Mythodoran had actually taken a day off of work, just to go to a carnival, with him! He was really moving up in Mytho’s graces, or at least it felt that way. Perhaps the night elf should have stayed home, though--he was clearing his throat a lot. 

“This right here! This is what I was talking about,” Sanlas exclaimed as they approached a game booth. “Tayonna always beats my ass at Whack-A-Gnoll, but I find it fun nonetheless.”

Mytho, as cynical as ever, chimed in; “Hitting a stuffed gnoll with a stuffed mallet. Why not hit a real gnoll with a real mallet?”

“Because Snaggletuft’s a nice guy,” Sanlas replied with a smirk as he exchanged some coin for tickets. 

Mythodoran crossed his arms. “Well you go first.”

“You can go at the same time,” the orc woman running the booth commented.

“Yeah! They’re just foam,” Sanlas said, gesturing to one of the mallets that was handed to him. “What? Afraid I’ll hit you on the backswing?”

“Where? In the chest?” The Kaldorei grinned at him. “Because that’s about as high as you can reach on me.”

“I am insulted!” the void elf claimed in a very insulted manner, handing Mytho the other mallet. “I’ll have you know I can reach things very effectively. Void magic has its perks.”

Mythodoran simply grunted in reply, and they were off. A timer started ticking somewhere and Sanlas zipped through stuffed gnoll after stuffed gnoll, flinging cotton in various directions though unfortunately hitting a few fakeout dolls of a little girl and losing points a couple of times. Mythodoran was just as quick on his feet if not quicker, and was even better at focusing on and prioritizing his targets, hitting a few stuffed Hoggers. Sanlas was a little less lawful, though, and decided to play dirty, swinging and connecting his mallet into Mythodoran’s side. “Ah! What the hell?!” Mytho exclaimed as he was knocked off his balance, stumbling a little and his focus lost.

Sanlas simply grinned at him and kept at it, dashing from gnoll to gnoll in a frenzy, until he felt something knock him in the back of the head. He whipped around and swung at Mytho again, the night elf parrying his mallet with his own. Now this was war.

For a considerable amount of game time Sanlas and Mytho had completely forgotten the objective and were simply sparring with foam weapons, ignoring the mechanical clicking queue of more stuffed dolls popping up and then disappearing. Sanlas was only really able to land light taps on the man, anything with more force behind it taking enough time for him to block it. Mythodoran got him good a few times when he wasn’t expecting it, and was just about to take a heavy bonk to the noggin when suddenly he felt relocated, disoriented and extremely dizzy.

“Gah!” Sanlas exclaimed, his belly churning a little. “Do you have to teleport us out immediately instead of just asking us to leave?!”

“Is that what this feeling is?” Mytho, next to him, asked, seeming to stumble a little.

The orc woman shrugged. “It’ll wear off before you know it.”

She was right, Sanlas noted as his vision cleared, but still. C’mon. Noticing the mallet was gone from his hands, he decided it was time for the next attraction. “Well, Mytho--how do you feel about rollercoasters?”

Mythodoran sighed, and responded, “Overwhelmingly positive,” in an extremely flat tone.

Sanlasteron snickered and picked up on the sarcasm. “Alright, sunshine, don’t get too excited. Come on, it’s not that bad. You get to sit next to me!”

“What a treat,” Mytho muttered.

As the two sporadically explored the Faire, Mythodoran seemed to lighten up more and more. He still refused to do the dance competition game, but at the very least he stopped being pessimistic. Neither of them were good with a gun so the shooting game was an absolute embarrassment for the both of them--the closest thing to a rifle that Mytho had operated, he mentioned, being a glaive thrower, which is only similar in the notion of having anything to do with projectiles--and the land-a-ring-on-the-turtle one Sanlas absolutely sucked at. The bright side was that Mythodoran took it upon himself to teach Sanlas to throw a ring properly, as it wasn’t too different from a Warden’s glaive, which resulted in him standing behind Sanlas and manually instructing his hands with his own… so that was nice. They debated about the cannon across the Faire--actually, Mythodoran debated with him about it, because he insisted it was unsafe and would hurt a shit ton as soon as Sanlas hit the water, and Sanlas agreed to skip that game out of sheer principle of not wanting to get his clothes wet and that he hadn’t packed a swimsuit of any sort. They took a stroll through the small zoo the Faire had, got to pet some goats in the process, and then pivoted to grab a bite to eat.

“I’m beginning to wonder why we haven’t seen Carnie anywhere,” Mythodoran commented, still munching on a basket of fries.

“Maybe she’s not working today,” Sanlas replied, before stopping in his tracks and almost dropping his corndog. “OH. MY. GOD.”

“What-?” Mytho’s immediate confusion was muffled by the food currently in his mouth. “What is it?”

“LOOK AT THAT-- THAT THING!” Sanlasteron pointed at an object hanging in the back of a prize counter. It was a stuffed animal, and Sanlas LOVED stuffed animals. And right now, in front of him, was a weird, hybrid combination of what appeared to be a cat, a dragon and a moose, and he immediately ran to the counter with the prize tickets he’d earned thus far.

By the time Mytho had calmly walked over, still idly snacking on his fries, Sanlas’s excitement had died down. “What’s wrong?” Mytho asked, noting his disappointment.

Sanlas glanced pitifully at the merchant at the counter who just shrugged. “I don’t have enough prize tickets,” he mumbled.

Mytho blinked at him. “How many you got?”

“Only about.. a hundred and fourty,” he replied. “And it’s three hundred.”

Mytho rolled his eyes and handed the fries to him. “Here, hold this.” Once Sanlas took it--and stole one--Mytho dug into his pocket and fished out a fistful of whatever he’d earned. “This should be about enough.”

As the merchant inspected the amount of tickets, Sanlas frowned at Mytho. “You didn’t have to do that,” he insisted, suddenly feeling guilty.

Mythodoran shrugged nonchalantly and opened his hand, expecting his fries back. “And what am I gonna do with them? I’m not one for anything I’ve seen at any of these counters. I’m not gonna use ‘em.”

“You mean it?” Sanlas asked, excitement picking up in his voice again as something swelled in his chest.

“Of course,” the Kaldorei replied with another shrug.

Sanlasteron was about to leap at him in excitement and hug him but hesitated for just a second, noting his earlier discomfort with such contact, and before he could remember that he said it was alright the merchant at the counter had gotten The ThingTM and handed it to him. Sanlas gasped and took his cuteness aggression out on that, hugging it with a tightness that might kill a small animal. He was absolutely giddy, jumping up and down slightly in place and holding it close to him. He might be making a fool of himself, but he didn’t really care. What made it more special is that Mytho had contributed, and had helped him get it. “EEEE! Mythodoran, it’s so cute!! Thank you!!”

Mythodoran made a strange, almost choked noise and looked away, mumbling, “Yeah. No problem.”

Eventually, they started strolling the Faire with no intention to play anymore games, and soon veered off to stride along the island’s coast, just on the edge of the wilderness. Sanlas was sure it was fine, both him and Mytho could fight if there were wolves around. Sanlas inquired about Mythodoran’s hobbyist blacksmithing and Mytho replied it was going swell, and he had made small little shapes and trinkets and shivs, and was planning to get a forge installed in his home. This got them talking about the concept of home in the first place, starting with Bel’ameth.

“It will never be Teldrassil,” Mythodoran said with a small, wistful sigh. “But.. it’s the best we have. And it is a lovely World Tree.”

“I can see that,” Sanlas replied. “I’ve certainly gotten attached to quite a few places--Stormwind and Boralus to name a few--but nothing will ever quite be like Quel’thalas. One day, I hope our faction barriers go out for good, and I can return to my homeland and see my sister more often.”

Mythodoran hummed thoughtfully. “That would be the dream. The Forsaken are allowed in Bel’ameth.. I can’t imagine anything more out of place than that.” He paused for a moment, and then asked, out of nowhere, “...Tell me about your home, Sanlasteron.”

“Quel’thalas?” He asked. “Well-.. It has spiraling golden and orange and crimson trees, and its grass is a vibrant yellowish green. Silvermoon itself is a marvel to behold.. Twisting yellow and red towers, the streets lively and joyous. Part of me wants to see it.. part of me never wants to lay eyes upon the path that wretch Arthas had carved out of our city ever again.” He squeezed The ThingTM in his arms a little tighter. “...Honestly, Mytho, thank you.. for the plushie. I kinda have a weird attachment to stuffed animals.”

Mythodoran’s tone did not seem judgemental, only curious. “How so?”

Sanlas shrugged. “When I was a kid in the orphanage, I didn’t sleep very well. Nyssedri usually told me stories or sung me to sleep and she helped a lot, but someone who worked there gave me this stuffed phoenix plushie, and I absolutely loved that thing. But it was lost in the rot, when the Scourge attacked. I really miss that thing.” He sighed. “Lunastrae, as underwhelming as that relationship was, kinda reignited my love for stuffed animals. I had like one or two during my travels with Tayonna during the Fourth War but I didn’t really accumulate a lot until her cause I felt kinda self-conscious about it. Now I have a lot.”

“...They make you feel safe,” Mythodoran noted.

“I suppose you could say that,” Sanlas replied.

“You surround yourself with people and things that make you feel safe,” the Warden Captain continued. “Tayonna, Nyssedri. …Do you feel unsafe, sometimes?”

Sanlas blinked, taken a little off-guard. He wasn’t sure how to answer that question. “...I guess so,” he landed on. “...I guess I’m terrified of something like the Dead Scar happening again. I-.. I thought my sister was dead, and faction barriers didn’t let me even check to see if that was true until the Faithful. And-.. seeing zombies and ghouls and skeletons march upon your homeland and leave black rot in their wake, and brutalize the guards that were meant to protect you, eating citizens alive and trying to hunt you and having to hide from that at such a young age--” he paused. He realized he was spiraling a little, and wayyy oversharing. He swallowed hard, “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s quite alright,” the Kaldorei responded, and Sanlas almost jumped at the feeling of a hand on his upper back. It was strangely.. grounding. “...I.. sincerely apologize if I brought up some bad memories for you.”

“I-It’s okay,” Sanlas sighed. “I-.. I should probably talk about it more anyway.”

“You definitely should,” Mythodoran responded. “I get the feeling that you cover your troubles by appearing nonchalant. I get the feeling you think yourself and your struggles are a burden onto others. You must let yourself be upset more often.”

“Of course you would say that. Mister Frowny-Face all the time.” Sanlas shrunk into himself a little.

“You are being defensive,” Mytho stated simply.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Sanlasteron sighed. “Maybe you’re right. I.. I really want to be close to people but I only do that by being an ear. I don’t really like to talk about myself.”

“That makes you a walking diary, not a conversationalist.” Mythodoran, regrettably, moved his hand away from Sanlas and stuffed both of them into his pockets instead. “You were orphaned before the Dead Scar. If you don’t mind me asking..”

“They didn’t die. At least, not to my knowledge. They abandoned me and Nyssedri there. I’m too young to remember.” Sanlas shrugged again.

“That explains everything,” Mytho concluded. “You have abandonment issues, and you feel that if you are real with yourself and your feelings then people will find you too difficult and will abandon you.”

Sanlasteron looked at Mythodoran skeptically. He was cutting through his act so flawlessly and was absolutely chill about it. “And where’s this coming from?”

“I’m an observant person,” he answered with a shrug of his own. “And besides.. I do not find you difficult. I enjoy this version of you far more.”

Sanlas almost choked on his own spit. “I- what? Really?”

Mythodoran offered him a smile. Something about Mytho’s smile was unique, special, a novelty, an absolute sight to behold because he rarely ever smiled. This was part of Sanlasteron’s offer to bring him to the Faire--to get him to smile, but Sanlas thought it would have been at a silly game or something or other. Sanlas thought that maybe if he performed enough antics he could get him to laugh. And it’s not that Mythodoran didn’t have a good time--at least, Sanlas had seen him smile and heard him chuckle quite a few times today. But right here, right now, alone on the strand of Darkmoon Isle, was the most genuine smile he’d seen Mytho ever muster, and it kicked him in the lungs. “Of course. I often mean what I say.”

Sanlas gulped and turned away, trying desperately to hide the heat rushing to his face. “I-.. right, of course. Sorry.”

“You are overly apologetic.”

“Sorry.”

“Sanlas.”

Sanlasteron tensed. Mythodoran’s voice was stern but kind, worried yet collected. He stared at the sand.

Mythodoran was quiet for a moment before sighing. “I.. understand that I need to be more joyful. But you need to acknowledge in yourself that there is more than just the unbridled tomfoolery of a show you put on for those around you. I.. apologize if my previous comments or actions gave you the impression that I do not enjoy you as a person. I promise that it is the opposite. It is.. just hard for me to adjust to people. It is even harder for me to trust them.”

Sanlas finally looked at him, relieved to change the topic even just a little. Though that proclamation of Mythodoran enjoying his company had his head spinning in the background. “Why is that? I, uh.. told you about my problems. But- it’s okay if you’d rather not.”

“If I did not trust you, Sanlasteron, I would not be in the woods alone with you.” Mythodoran glanced at the plushie. “And that ThingTM.”

“I see. Well- lay it on me.”

Mytho inhaled deeply. “...Every single person I have ever really counted on has betrayed me in some way. My parents were mostly kind people, but they were greatly dissatisfied with my military career choice, as men in Kaldorei culture are most often druids and casters and it’s the women that are the Sentinels and Wardens. And their deaths during the Burning of Teldrassil did not mend that wound.” He looked at the ground, and Sanlas could see a very deep and distinct pain in his eyes, and it tugged at his heartstrings. “Then there was Shadryssa. I was naive, and young, and what had gotten me roped up with her was my absolute disregard for my own safety. Admittedly, when I was younger, I was kind of-... promiscuous.” He shifted uncomfortably. “She took advantage of that and I didn’t use my mind very often back then. And by the time it got so bad--the screaming and the hitting and the games--I couldn’t simply get out. She had me under her thumb.” He ran a hand down his own face, seeming to try and stabilize or refocus himself. “She.. violated my bodily autonomy numerous times, and that is why I flinch. Since I escaped, I felt I could only rely on myself.. and I even let myself down, too. I can rely on Cydris, but only in a workplace context. I gave my trust to Aruna and she squandered it. I am trying to trust James, Courier Nine, Palamedes and Andro.. and I am trying to trust myself again, too.”

Sanlas felt horrified. “Oh.. I- oh my god Mythodoran, I’m so sorry. I- I had no idea-”

“Trust me, Sanlasteron.” Mytho offered him a kind, forgiving expression. “If I was truly triggered or bothered by you putting your hands on me, you would already be missing fingers.”

“Are you sure?” Sanlas frowned. “I can easily just like-.. not do that, you know. Like it’s no skin off my back if I-”

“Yes, I am quite sure.” The night elf crossed his arms. “I am okay with you touching me.” He paused, and clasped a hand over his mouth. “That- hm. That came out wrong.”

“BaHAH-” Sanlas doubled over and tried not to drop his plushie. After giggling for a good minute with Mytho groaning in absolute, characteristic despair, he straightened himself. “Well Mytho, if that’s what you brought me to the edge of the woods for, you could’ve just asked politely!”

“SANLAS.”

Sanlas laughed some more. “I mean- I would’ve brought us a mat and everything!”

Mytho wriggled his mustache and, though smirking in amusement, turned on a heel in the direction they came from and started walking that way. “I AM GOING HOME.”

“Uh, hey, skyscraper!” Sanlas waved and turned to open a void rift. “Heading to the base?”

Mytho turned right back around and walked back to Sanlas, eyeing the portal he’d conjured. “I- yes, thank you.”

Sanlas smiled. “Don’t mention it. And- hey, if you ever need to talk about that shit some more, don’t hesitate to call me or something. I’m serious.”

“You as well, Sanlasteron.” The Warden gave him a nod. “Any time of the day.”

“What about 3 AM?”

“Eh, I’ll probably be awake.”

Sanlas snickered, and with that, Mytho ducked through the portal. The void elf stepped in after him, The ThingTM in-hand. 

Yeah. Today was a good day.