#lai∆kek

[kaktushappy]

[tirfpikachu]

she's trying to kill me but i evade her with ease

[salternateunreality2]

Cloud as a cat herder. Everyone’s been turned into cats. 👀 He puts the catnip in the air vents and calls it a day. Shinra pay isn’t enough.

Shinra pay is not enough. If they're all drugged, he's all set. He seals the SOLDIER floor, decides to let the Turks handle themselves, and sets off to find Hojo.

Unfortunately he can't bring himself to kill Hojo in cat form, so he locks him in a room with water and cat food and waits for the transformation to happen, after which Hojo can be forgotten and perish.

He is right about the Turks, almost nothing changes for them, just their height. TsengRu still curl up together and glare haughtily at everyone, Reno still yowls incessantly, Cissnei gleefully runs around knocking stuff off shelves, and Rude basks in the sun. Literally just their normal routine plus fur.

The SOLDIER floor, meanwhile is full of drugged up, enhanced cats.

Do they get frisky with each other? Yes. Does Cloud need to wipe his mind after seeing what AGS were doing in the corner? Yes. Does he have regrets? Yes.

Kunsel doesn't act very differently either, just skulking around and kek-kek-kek-ing from the vents (average Tuesday). Lazard lays around in his office contemplating his life decisions (normal). Roche yowls as loudly as Genesis (regular).

Zack acts like the weird orange cat that thinks he's a dog and just loves on Cloud or plays fetch.

Overall, the lack of incidents makes up for the lack of paperwork getting done, and Cloud is commended for his efforts.

[empress-violetlight]

OC Overview - Izvoshra

The Izvoshra were Grievous' eight elite Kaleesh warriors, his top lieutenants during the Huk War, and Khans of his Kolkpravis armies. In both Legends and Mouse Canon. All of them - except for the only one of them named and characterized, Bentilais san Sk'ar, who plays a major role in the Empire of the Hand -- died in the same shuttle crash that disfigured Grievous and led to him becoming the cyborg we all know and love.

Here's my takes on two of them. While pre-Clone Wars isn't usually the timeframe I deal with, considering the impact they have on Kaleesh history, and several characters in particular, I wanted to show them off here.

Balati yui Serket - Medic and Wife of Grievous

Name origins:  Balati is taken from Bēlet-balāṭi- one of the titles of Gula, the Sumerian goddess of medicine, and Serket, the Egyptian scorpion goddess who protects against poisons.

A lithe, bronze-scaled Kaleesh from the Kunbal Jungle, the medic of the Izvoshra was recruited to the Kolkpravis in 39 BBY.  Her clan's "inheritance" from the Bitthaevrian conflict was been a (solar powered) field datapad, originally belonging to a Jedi healer. It contained data on botany and chemistry, and Balati used it to compare to Kalee's native plant species and devise new healing slaves, potions, etc.  She also took note of what plants have natural insecticides, theorizing that if it works on little bugs, it might work on the big ones too. 

She tended to have a very practical attitude, not much in the way of bedside manner, and a tendency to tell her patients off for “stupid” injuries, not caring for rank or role in such situations.  In matters of medicine and healing, she ruled with an iron claw.  Despite her brash attitude (or more likely, because of it), Balati was good friends with Ronderu lij Kummar and Bentilais san Sk’ar, probably because of how much time she spends patching the two "melee" fighters' wounds, compared to "ranged DPS" Qymaen jai Sheelal.  Her friendship with Sk’ar soon developed into a crush on the strike force master, though she was uncharacteristically shy about telling him.  It was no secret to the other female members of the Izvoshra, blademaster Ronderu and huntress/scout Ahoshu kek De'vana, both of whom would tell Balati to stop being stupid and just jump the violet-scaled warrior already.     

When Ronderu died in battle in 37 BBY, Balati was almost as upset as Qymaen, and the two took comfort in each other, which resulted in Balati becoming gravid.  She became Grievous' first wife after Ronderu, laying two eggs -- her sons {who need names - they later marry another of my OCs, Ve'tani, Sk'ar's niece and future Khagan of the Kaleesh).  Balati tried to push aside her feelings for Sk'ar, thinking Grievous needed her more – for the good of not just her new lover and Khagan, but all of Kalee, or so she told herself.  Truthfully, she still loved Sk’ar, but knew both males were not the type to “share”.  She did love Grievous in her own way, understanding far more than his other wives that she will always be second to Ronderu’s memory, and not resenting him for it, but trying to give him at least a little relief to his grief.  Perhaps he understood, if only subconsciously, as he was also second in her heart. 

She and Grievous together invited sisters (Wives 2 and 3 – need names) to join their family, after rescuing the two from a village that had been almost completely destroyed by the Huk, except for a traditional village creche (a practice long-abandoned my most Kaleesh during the Huk War, given the insectoids' disgusting, quite literal taste for Kaleesh eggs). The sisters had been on hatchling-minding duty when the attack struck and fought tooth and claw for their charges, managing to save them and kill a pile of Huk, despite being untrained civilians. Polyamory is customary for Kaleesh, especially among those serving in the Kolkpravis -- to add to the marriage at least one non-combatant so that their hatchlings would be cared for in the event of their deaths, and the sisters proved to be perfect additions. 

For a time, things seem to be going well – the Huk have been pushed off Kalee entirely, and between the four of them, they had four hatchlings to keep them busy.  But Grievous knew that it was only a matter of time before the Huk returned, so he lead the Kolkpravis off-world, driving the Huk off of Abbaji Minor and Oben, and taking the fight to Torvarskl.

 In a panic as the Kaleesh start eyeing (planet) Huk itself, the Yam'rii cried to the Trade Federation, who use their connections in the corrupt Senate to manipulate the Republic into sending in the Jedi.  The Kaleesh fought back valiantly for a few weeks, suffering terrible losses in the Kolkpravis , until Balati lost a leg when a Jedi attacks her, despite her being a medic, trying to help another warrior.  Grievous, horrified at the thought of watching another lover die in front of him, surrendered, in order to spare hers and the other Izvoshra's lives.  With her injury, Balati was no longer able to assist on the front lines, but at least she could still be a medic, even if restricted to using crutches to get around with her stump of a leg.

Grievous didn't outright say anything, but Balati knew he blamed her for the war ending in such an anti-climatic way, and they argued, a lot.  Their marriage was not exactly a happy one from that point on, as Grievous was in a mood after the war ended for no longer having a "job", while Balati's skills as a medic were still in-demand, made worse when Grievous took wives 4-10 in quick succession, without consulting the existing ones like he was supposed to, mostly for political reasons, but also to try, not too subtly, to "kriff" his grief away.  They tended to bicker and fight more than anything else, which more often than not dissolved into angry sex (though no more eggs – a medic knows how to prevent such things when not wanted). 

In 28 BBY, the worst year of the post-ceasefire famine, the Intergalactic Banking Clan made its offer to Grievous -- work as their enforcer, and they will buy out Kalee's "debt", which will allow traders to come back to the system, alleviating the famine, and stop both the Huk raids, and the Republic's "inspections". Suspicious, but seeing no other choice, Grievous agreed, but asked for a "signing bonus" first, for the IGBC to give Balati an artificial leg, to replace the one the Jedi took. The IGBC agreed, and brought both Balati and Grievous to Muunilinst for the surgery (really to test how well Kaleesh will respond to cybernetics).  The new leg, and weeks together during transit and Balati’s recovery, went a long way towards fixing Grievous' and Balati's strained relationship, and she left Muunilinist with both her cybernetic leg, and once again gravid. Grievous stayed behind, and began his work for the IGBC. 

During Grievous’ four years of work for the IGBC, Balati at first had regular contact with her husband, but it started to become more and more rare as the Banking Clan slowly restricted his access to home, until he unexpectedly returned to Kalee – breaking his contract early with the Banking Clan when he heard about the Huk’s desecration of the Oben burial grounds – clearly breaking their terms of the ceasefire in a way that even the corrupt Republic couldn’t dispute.  Seizing the opportunity to finish what they started, Balati fully supported her husband when he rallied the other Izvoshra for a strike mission to Oben.

Balati was pulled from the wreckage of the Martyr by her old crush, Bentilais san Sk’ar, but her cybernetic leg had been torn from her body during the crash, ripping open her stump in the process.  She died of blood loss in Sk’ar’s arms, while whispering Qymaen’s name, hoping that in death, he had finally found peace.

Ahoshu kek De'vana -- the Huntress

Named for Ahoshu, an Akan (African) goddess of hunting who kills poachers, and Devana, the Slavic name for Diana/Artemis

The huntress and scout of the Izvoshra, from the mountain/boreal forest region west of Kaleea, who joined Qymaen and Ronderu around the same time as Sk'ar. She was knowledgeable about animals, their behaviour and habitats, geography, and acted as the Izvoshra's advance scout, reporting back to Qymaen Huk locations, types and numbers, helping him to plan his strategies. She playfully made fun of Sk'ar at first for being a "city boy" (since he's from Kaleea itself), and had a huge amount of respect for Ronderu, admiring her battle mask and her skill with her lig swords. Her preferred weapon was a bow, as she liked long-ranged weapons but considered rifles, like those used by her Khagan, to be too noisy. For close range combat she used a shoni spear, which doubled as a hiking stick.  She could often be found after a battle picking arrows out of dead Huk.  A western Kaleesh, De’vana, like fellow Westerner Sk’ar, had violet scales, though she often painted her exposed scales with green warpaint (which might have been partially made from Huk ichor), acting as camouflage in the forests she stalked. 

After Ronderu's death, she became frustrated at fellow Izvoshra Balati yui Serket, who she knew loved Sk'ar, yet married Grievous, thinking he "needed" her more, and called Balati out on her bullshit.

After the ceasefire, De’vana starts to realise just how damaged the Huk occupation had left Kalee’s environment.  Farmland had been burned, air and water polluted, and wild prey animal stocks depleted.  For a civilisation like the Kaleesh, where hunting and gathering still played a huge role in their food production, this was a major problem.  She proactively started replanting the razed forests, and protecting animals from the increasingly desperate population, acting as a hunt guide to minimize further damage, while still ensuring her people were fed.

In 30 BBY, two year after the ceasefire and the subsequent famine, the Huk, no longer content to just sit back and watch the Kaleesh suffer, begin their slavery raids again (calling it "reparation payments" to get around the Republic’s bureaucracy), only this time, the Kaleesh could not fight back (or at least they were not supposed to -- many did anyway, though they couldn't in the organized way they did before).  Huk raiders destroyed De’vana’s reforestation tree farms, and killed whole herds of animals just to leave them to rot and deprive the starving Kaleesh of another food source. 

De’vana went to Sk'ar for help (since Grievous was being watched).  The two Izvoshra gathered a small guerilla strike force, the kind Sk’ar specialised in, and start to fight back, successfully destroying several Huk raiding parties, only for Grievous to be forced by a Jedi "inspector" (at lightsaber-point) to stop them. It doesn't come to violence, but Grievous was disgusted at himself for even the thought of having to raise a weapon to his Izvoshra. The incident would become known as the "Izvoshra Rebellion", even though only two out of the eight were involved. 

De'vana was grateful for Sk'ar's assistance when no one else would, or could help her, and the two of them became mates. Though they never formally married, nor had any eggs, they were devoted to each other, for as long as De’vana lived.

She died in 24 BBY, along with the rest of the Izvoshra in the Crash of the Martyr, excepting Grievous and Sk'ar.  Badly burnt in the explosion of the shuttle, she was dead before the wreckage hit the water of the Jenuwaa Sea.  

De'vana's death affected Sk'ar more than the warrior would ever openly admit, as he did not want to fall into the same trap of grief as had consumed Qymaen. He never took another serious Kaleesh mate. Decades later, while serving in the Empire of the Hand, he became rather notorious for his sexual appetite for alien reptilians, especially Trandoshans and Barabels, seeing them as casual fun, without the ... complexity that a relationship with another Kaleesh would entail. He told himself that, even as he kept going back to a certain Trandoshan over and over ...

[carriagelamp]

Early Spring (March - April) Books

My main takeaway from the books I read over the past couple months that by god if you're going to do something, at least commit to the bit. I would say the books I liked the most this month were the "cheesy" ones or the oddballs, and my least favourite were just... profoundly average. So basic and uninterested in its own premise as to be offensive. At least if you're over-the-top you're making me feel something! Which is more than I can say for some of the books on my list...

Dumplin’

I’ve seen this book frequently in bookstores, and I know it was fairly popular at the time so after my mom watched the film and recommended it to me I decided it was about time to read it properly. 

The plot follows Willowdean, a fat girl who is generally fairly comfortable in her skin — or who has always seen herself as such. But with her former pageant queen mom getting into the latest pageant season, her best friend getting more and more involved in romance, and Will finding herself enamoured with a coworker she is struggling more and more with complicated feelings about how she views herself and how others view her. In an effort to fight back against it, she decides to sign up for the most recent pageant.

It was decent! I can’t really complain. I got the audiobook and it was fairly chill, low-stakes listening. High school drama is never my first choice, but there were enough good things about this book. My biggest complaint is that the ending was very anticlimactic. This is the sort of book where I want the big, cliche, over-the-top satisfying finale! It's about misfits taking over a small town beauty pageant!! I want it in the style of Hairspray or Legally Blonde or something!!! But the book was so painfully self-aware that it really tripped itself up in “therapy talk” and "realistic" endings that just took the wind out of its sails, rather than asking what the satisfying ending is. Still, worth the read if you enjoy a YA coming of age story.

Fence v1

Christ all mighty folks. I feel like I’m being gaslit here. This comic had some rave reviews on goodreads so I grabbed the first couple books from the library and it’s? actually just awful? I figured, hey, this will probably be done in the style of a sports manga, right? I enjoy a sports manga from time to time, especially a queer one. And you can tell that that’s what it’s inspired by. But holy SHIT is it boring. Like the art is AGONIZING. It’s stiff and uninspired and emotionless. I’ve read manga that’s managed to make the fucking board game go look like a high-stakes action adventure, and this book managed to make TEENAGERS WITH SWORDS boring as hell. I don't know enough about the author to tell if this is indicative of her usual work, or if the fault lays in just the blandest art imaginable but seriously, what the fuck. Don’t read this. I’m gonna go reread Haikyuu instead and remind myself that some people know how to draw sports scenes that are capable of making me feel things. Jesus.

Fullmetal Alchemist

A reread ♥ I stumbled across an FMA fanfiction by pure chance at the beginning of March and it made me dig out my books and reread the first few volumes. Always a cozy story to return to. If you've never taken the time to read Fullmetal Alchemist... honestly I'm not sure what rock you've been living under but you should do it. An unshakeable classic for a REASON

Home of the Brave

I picked this one up because I really enjoyed Applegate’s free verse novel Odder and I heard this one was written in a similar style. I knocked it out in a single day, it was a very quick read but a very heartfelt story. I can't say that I think everything about it was done perfectly, but for the style and intended audience, it was pretty solid. Made you look at things from a different perspective, had some really heart-wrenching realities to consider, and a lot of feel-good heart.

It followed Kek, a young immigrant from Sudan who has come to live with his aunt since his father and brother were killed and his mother is missing. It explores Kek’s adjustment to living in the United States, how the trauma continues to affect him, and how he begins to make friends — with a neighbour living with a foster family, an old woman, and her cow.

Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid v1

I’ve seen gifs of this around, and found a copy of it in the used bookstore so I figured… why not. Is it a good book? No. Not sure I'd bother reading the second, but it was weird enough to have made it worth reading. If nothing else, the premise was strange, art took me by surprised at time, and managed to make me chuckle along from time to time.

Kobayashi helps out a dragon who is now determined to live with her and help her out in an effort to seduce her repay her kindness. The story starts with the dragon being completely heartbroken that Kobayashi would honest rather just take the train on her commute rather than ride a dragon to work because scales are frankly uncomfortable.

Murder Most Puzzling

A fun little book of brainteasers! Each mystery includes a short story description (based around a private detective and her harried assistant) along with hand-drawn art. Between these two things, you’re supposed to deduce who the culprit of each crime is, with all the answers in the back of the book. It was pretty to look at and fun to work through, especially with a friend.

My Happy Marriage v1

Quite enjoyed this one! Is it a really well-written book? No. It’s very simple. But the plot is exactly the sort of sweet, cheesy story that I enjoy.

A very Cinderella-esque story, Miyo is from a noble-born family but suffers under her abusive family: an indifferent father, a cruel step-mother, and a selfish, haughty step-sister. She is treated even worse than a servant, and has resigned herself to existing like a meek, cringing shadow in her own home — her lack of magic that people in her class are expected to have makes her feel like this is entirely earned and inescapable. The story kicks off when she is callously married off to a young nobleman who is notorious for scaring away brides within days; he is said to be cold and cruel. Miyo is perfectly prepared for this new home to be no different than her last home...

Old-Fashioned Cupcake with Cappuccino 

A sequel to Old-Fashioned Cupcake, in which Nozue and Togawa begin to navigate the more complicated aspects of a relationship that has progressed beyond outings as friends and casual dates, to spending nights and a growing interest in living together. A homophobic society and their own hang-ups make this a complicated topic to navigate and there’s a lot of ups and downs, but it’s ultimately just as sweet as the first part.

Railsea

My favourite read from spring so far — absolutely deranged, I’m going to have to read more by this author. I saw a tumblr post that described this as a dystopian Moby Dick novel crossed with Treasure Island… with giant mutant moles rather than whales and trains instead of ships. Frankly, if that doesn’t also grab you by the throat and make you want to read it, I don’t know what to tell you. The author’s writing style is very distinct, and mimics what you expect from something like Moby Dick or Treasure Island, and he doesn’t bother holding your hand as he introduces this strange world to you. The world-building is really top tier, it’s completely bizarre and yet it feels very natural once you see how it works. The underlying themes are also just breath-taking. It was a masterfully written book and just a pure delight, especially once the second half kicks off.

The Serpent and the Wings of Night

Speaking of books that got rave reviews and that I feel are gaslighting me…

This came to me highly recommended and the goodread reviews seemed to agree… and guys, just wholly shit. Pure opposite of Railsea. Boring trite language, world-building that made absolutely no fucking sense, and characterization that felt like negative space. A pure void of characterization that sucked my entire will to live into it like a black hole. Like, this book so clearly did not actually give a shit about its own premise and didn't make a single effort to create a cohesive world or narrative... it leaned on tired tropes so heavily that it creaked. I had a couple mutuals that got to listen to me liveblog this and I couldn’t get through more than a couple paragraphs without losing my shit. Complete garbage, clearly riding on the coattails of A Court of Thorns and Roses without understanding what actually made that series compelling. I absolutely did not finish this book. The little bit I did read nearly killed me.

Heaven Official's Blessing (TGCF) v6

I continue to be completely enamoured with Heaven Official’s Blessing. The only reason I’m not tearing through these books faster is because a) I don’t want it to end and b) it keeps making me want to stop and write fanfiction about it instead. Getting to learn more about Xie Lian's past, the fall of Xianle, and the complete collapse of his life was just... ouch. My heart. Had to stop and cry about Xie Lian and Hua Cheng a LOT during this one folks.

The Wild Robot Protects

The third installment of Roz’s life on her island with her son, Brightwing, and her various animal friends. This time a deadly tide is sweeping through the ocean, killing any living thing that comes in contact with it, putting enormous strain on the resources of the island as animals try to move inland to escape it. Roz takes it upon herself to venture north and find the cause of this tide.

It was… meh. A middling book. Not bad, good for kids who are enjoying this series, a good lesson about how pollution, the inter-connectivity of nature, and marine conservation. But given how good the first two books in the series were, I was a bit disappointed with this one. It felt long winded and boring, with nothing of note actually happening until literally the last couple chapters.

[kaktushappy]

Вскоре откроется наш новый проект с Фоссиным. У нас уже есть референсы персонажей. С ними будут создаваться мини комиксы на всякие повседневные темы. Встречайте— Лай и Кек!

Our new project with Fossin will open soon. We already have character references. Mini comics will be created with them on all sorts of everyday topics. Meet Lai and Kek!

[lightricks]

It’s with lordly indifference that their spar would end with Ren on his back while Dan Heng’s boot arrested the swordsman to the ground, the tension rising like dizzying steam despite the stoniness of the Trailblazer’s countenance. Yet, that tension is betrayed by the blatant drifting of his eyes over the swell of Ren’s chest, the way it heaved for breath. From the navel did Cloud-Piercer hover with exactness at each frog clasp, a careless flick snapping open the first, a second, to gradually exposing the bandaged, ashen skin beneath. Each clasp was cleaved in such a precise, careless fashion until the throat was left, falling open to expose the bob of Ren’s adam’s apple. The faint friction of speartip against exposed skin was its own song that followed the outline of his throat, jawbone, to his chin without breaking skin. 

Yet, as abruptly as it had begun, the weight of his foot lifted and the menace of his spear withdrew without a word, turning to leave with the faint air of victory and a tease left suspended in the air. (For ren kek)

@reversescale.

once, he’d believed each of dan heng’s callous advances had been a habit trickled down from his previous incarnation, but now it had become abundantly clear dan feng was not to blame for the sadistic streak that lay lying in wait behind each of the dragon's strikes. it had been made abundantly clear what the lancer used to torment his mental psyche had always been so much more effective than whatever physical pain he could inflict, ren just didn’t think that the trailblazer would stoop this low. because he had to know by this point, yes ? that the crazed obsession had been born of their sins, the curse connected their souls no matter how hard dan heng tried to sever it. he had softened that desire into something more palpable, but the lingering want would always be there.

i will want you for the rest of my lives.

unlike the brutality with which dan heng lured his bracers away, this torment felt more akin to leaving wine just out of reach. water would suffice, but couldn’t it be better ? could he not strive for things he did not deserve ? it was not fear in ren's eyes when pinned beneath a boot that could smash his sternum. it was awe. flecks of fire bloomed in his expression, bringing life to an otherwise deathly countenance. one arm raised to grip the ankle upon his chest, instinctive, as if he intended to keep dan heng there even if their only point of contact was steeped in violence. no matter, for he rewarded ren further, the trace of the beloved spear parting fabric like sensuous rolling silks. a rare flush marked the parts of ren’s body not already bruised and battered, splotchy blemishes contrast to the smooth even tint of skin flushed with desire.

the dragon feigned fairness, and even something akin to nobility, in front of other people, but ren knew beneath that was some compensation ; to alleviate a guilt that came with being born stifling his own ferocity, his anger, his bloodlust. to dangle their red thread in front of him so blatantly, to keep it out of reach, to play with his unyielding affections like a tiger with viscera shredded his heart again and again. this was a hurt that felt good, an unreciprocration that clouded what was left of his muddled brain, ‘til he could barely register dan heng pulling away, the glorious contact of steel on skin gone. he missed it. he wanted it. he wanted the way dan heng used to carve into his flesh because at least then they had been touching.

when he stood from the altercation on misaligned bones and broken bleeding skin, it wasn’t weariness that made standing difficult. it was the way his fingers trembled with longing, the way he yearned to keep those cold grey-green eyes on him. dan heng had always looked so beautiful seconds from killing him.

“ let’s not be obtuse. ” the shard sword materialised in his hand, but was sent back into the ether. “ are they testaments of your cruelty ? ” a smile then, all challenge and pointed teeth. “ - these frivolous flirtations of yours ? ”

[anotherworldash]

Habis fufufafa, terbitlah Cherry Lai... Hati2 ya Canadians Dan Hongkongers... Denger2 doi mau bikin kompeni baru disana. (maklum lah horang kayahhh stress... Gak takut keriputan ya? Xixixi) Kek gini nih kelakuan Cherry Lai. (pic not mine)

Catat aja nama studio barunya

[akhret]

Creative writing as an offering to Gengen Wer

Gengen’s “creation myth”

The lord who awoke maat with his honking call laid within the primordial egg in the beginning.

His song pierced the air, alighting the world with his joy as he awoke. His heart emitted the warmth of the sun only for it bloom from the lotus as he opened his eyes. He plucked the petals from the lotus, crafting them onto the sun creating his wings.

Negeg shook out his feathers, cascading them into the water to create the primordial mound for him to rest upon with his son.

Then he spoke “What a lovely pillow to lay upon within Nun, thus I create the first land of comfort.”

With colors ablaze he took flight with the sun, painting the cosmos in the likeness of his heart, his love imbued into the nether. The sun and the goose honked in delight, building the world with their joy- Amun, the invisible one, came forth from his call. Another emerged hereafter, then another, then another, until eight gods sat with the Goose and the Sun: Amun and Amunet, Nu and Naunet, Kek and Kauket, Heh and Hauhet.

Negeg, the lord of speech, spoke their names into existence on the great mound of feathery goodness.

It is then when the Eight, the Ogdoad as they were named, spoke:

“O lord who made us, the feathered one, praise to you,

Father of the gods, our father, who crafted us.

Your chatter made our names which we didn’t know.

How excellent is your love to hatch us forth.

You made our nest upon which we may rest.

Your love sparked warmth and daylight for us all, sparing us from eternity of darkness.

You are the sole god, who hatched the beginning, who flew across eternity, downing the waters with your feathers for us to waddle upon.

Great Honker who awoke maat, you gave us the breath of life that we may stand upon.

Praise to you, great one, Negeg!”

Hearing the great Eight gods speak brought forth such joy from the Sun god that when his tears fell upon the Great Mound they sprung forth people.

Negeg danced in delight, lifting his wings and blowing the color of life into the people’s lungs.

[liu-lang]

i actually have quite a few christmas baking posts to catch up on....right as i'm getting started on my CNY baking. i'm gonna start with this fruit cake redemption contest held at kitchen arts and letters - a bookstore that specialises in cook books. i was in the area for a concert about a week before the contest date and saw the poster in the window. they also had a holiday cookie contest but that one had already passed. when i saw the poster, i knew i wanted to enter and make kek kukus. the last time i made it was my first winter in nyc !

this time i used a bigger pan - i think 9 inches. i used the same kind of dried fruit mix and fed it brandy over the course of 4 days. one different thing i did was make a crème anglaise - i felt like it perhaps needed it to cut through all the alcohol. it seemed like the only ppl who recognised what it was and appreciated it were seniors lol - they said it tasted like melted vanilla ice cream, very rich, not too sweet.

everyone who entered the contest and other bookstore patrons who were just strolling in were welcome to taste pieces. the most interesting one was someone made a mochi texture fruitcake, i liked how bouncy it was. someone made fruitcake truffles. some one else made chocolate hazelnut stollen. it seemed like the crowd favourite had pistachio and saffron - something citrusy going on. i particularly enjoyed one with ginger and brandy. i think that was the only other cake that had alcohol in it. and even though it did have alcohol it had a lot less than mine.

i was hopeful to win bc of how unique my cake was - everyone else had a baked cake and mine was steamed. they had a small typo on the placard but that's okay. i thought everyone had to give a little presentation about their cake so i did some research on malay history and talked to my mum about our family, read up on hari raya celebrations and how this cake plays a part. however, ppl just dropped off their cake with a short blurb about it and the store staff took it to the back to cut and serve. some tried and true recipe passed down from generations of old rich white women on the UES won. also i knew when deb perelman mentioned her kid would be taste testing....i was out of the running (what do kids know about brandy...) she posted a belated story on ig of a flat lay of all the entries and judging by the numbers on the serviette, i think mine is in the top left corner (i circled in red).

my biggest takeaway from this is that american fruitcake and british fruitcake are hugely different. deb mentioned that she really loves a traditional fruitcake chock full of mix-ins, with high shine and glossy finish. all the entries were very american where the cake batter was extremely dense and chewy, filled with a high proportion of nuts, candied fruit, decorated with things like royal icing and powdered sugar. while mine being steamed was moist with a softer crumb, dried fruit (which no added sugar) that was soaked in brandy and no nuts. i think i'd want to enter next year but i gotta ask myself, do i want to bake strategically and win (give the crowd what they want) or do i want to bake true to myself

[l1teraryangel]

In Another Life (Ch. 15)

“You can’t be so hard on them, Malik.”

Puffing his cheeks, Malik dug his lavender eyes into his sister’s azure ones. “They’re being ridiculous! And unhelpful!”

“They’re hurting and frustrated by the repeated struggle to deliver Ryou’s soul back into his body.” She tucked her jet black hair behind her ears, unwavering in her serene exterior. “Not unlike you, I’m sure.”

Kek, seated beside Rishid, quipped, “Ooh, she called you out, Albi.”

“Shut up, both of you,�� Malik returned and shoved the borrowed KaibaCorp tablet away. “I don’t need an analysis. Yes, I’m freaked out and worried. But I’m still trying to do something, aren’t I?”

Tenderly touching her brother’s hand, Isis smiled. “You’ve always been one to act on your grief as opposed to sitting around wallowing. I think, however, Bakura and Touzoku-Ou are simply overwhelmed by their own emotions. This is the first true struggle they’ve faced since being reborn, and the fact that it involves the one they love most must make it much harder to handle.”

“So you’re saying I’m being a self-centered dick to them instead of empathizing?”

Her smile slipped into a pouty frown. “I would not phrase it in such a way, though I suppose my meaning is similar in nature.”

Sniggering, Kek muttered, “Leave it Big Sis to put you in your place with eloquence.” Rishid chuckled, too, but he buried his face among the pages of his book to hide his half-smirk.

With an audible exhale, Malik rapped his fingertips on the table, staring at the doorway leading out of Kaiba’s library. “Ugh, fine… I’ll go and apologize to them… Give me like ten minutes to compose a script, or I’ll ramble like a fool. Bakura would blackmail me for years to come.”

“Work on it elsewhere, Malik. You’re taking up space otherwise.”

Dumbstruck, Malik blinked and studied his sister’s stony expression. “A-Are you kicking me out?” A thought popped into his head. “Oh, is it because of Kek? Afraid we’ll be too distracting together?”

Clicking his tongue, Kek ripped a page from a spiral notebook, crumpled it, and promptly launched it at Isis’s head. “Ruuuuude.”

Without a single crack in her mask, Isis replied, “Does that answer your question, Brother?”

“I see your point. Kek, make sure to actually help out, okay? Listen to our sister.”

“You know, when you say things like that, it makes our relationship seem like incest.” Kek’s signature crazed grin spread ear-to-ear. “Kinda weird, but I can dig it.”

Gathering a spare notebook and his phone, Malik turned and waved while walking to the door. “Good luck, Sis. He’s your problem.”

He heard a distinct protest from his other self’s mouth, but the door to the library closed in time to prevent further retaliation. His eyes flitted between the end of the hall and the room where Ryou’s unconscious body and the two other-realmers waited.

“...Hurry home, Ryou…”

***

“Oh, shit…” Ryou muttered and jumped out of the bed. “Okay, don’t panic… They’re on their way, but they’re just college boys. Human. Sane. Maybe a bit horny, but not threatening.”

He knew there wouldn’t be a lot of time — how big could a college campus be? Inhaling to steady himself, he thought over the possible excuses he could use to get out of sex this time. Sick, no, tired! Too tired from his exams, could they just hang out or something…

‘That will work. Hopefully it’s a simple but convincing enough way to cool their hormones.’ Ryou puffed his breath up his forehead, disturbing his bangs, and eyed the door anxiously. ‘Okay, so when they get here, I’ll keep cool and lay low—’

Three short knocks on the door followed by some clicks that sounded suspiciously like a lock being picked brought him out of his thoughts.

“I hope he’s asleep. He’s too adorable, all curled up under the blankets, snuggling his pillow like a kitten.” There was Touzoku-Ou, or TK, as he went by here.

“Mm, I wouldn’t mind watching him sleep for a while, but I really would rather ravish him.” And Bakura, naturally, with him.

“Dibs on topping him, by the way.”

“Pfft, whatever. I’ll top you, then.”

“Think you can handle that?”

“Wanna try me?”

The lock clicked, and Ryou launched himself back onto the bed. Thankfully, due to his abrupt entry into this world, he looked plenty disheveled to play the role of having only woken up mere moments ago. He rubbed at his eyes for a convincing touch when the door swung open and revealed this realm’s Bakura and Touzoku-Ou.

“Ah, damn, he is awake,” TK whined, deflating with disappointment. “I mean, happy to see you, lovely. Just wanted to watch you sleep.”

Bakura snorted. “More like you wanted to wake him up like some perverse Sleeping Beauty.”

His accusation, rather than offending the dark-skinned man, brought a smug grin to his lips instead. “Tattletale. Well, whatever.” He hopped onto the bed without further to do, practically straddling Ryou, who in turn pushed himself upright to maintain some control of the situation. “Good morning, my beauty!”

“Not like you to sleep so late, Babe,” Bakura added and plopped down beside them. “Exams that rough?”

Ryou opened his mouth to answer, but TK cut him off. “Ryou doesn’t struggle with exams. Unlike you, he’s actually smart.”

“You’re calling me dumb, but last I checked, he tutored you, too,” Bakura bit back and shoved the other’s shoulder.

“I only needed a bit of help catching up with the curriculum. You’re the one who was too stupid to pass your classes on your own.”

“Are you picking a fight right now, asshole?”

As their argument escalated alongside their physical altercation, Ryou dumbly glanced between them. ‘A-Are they going to let me talk? More importantly, are they going to get blood on this bed? It’s such a pain to get out of sheets.’

Just when he thought TK looked as if he may strike Bakura, the two’s argument broke down into a shared chuckle. Blinking, expression confused and blank, Ryou asked, “Are you guys good now?”

Bakura’s crooked smirk and heated gaze set his heart fluttering. “Of course, Babe. Sorry, were we disturbing you?”

“Um…”

TK, smirking just as mischievously, edged closer until he and Ryou were only a breath away from one another. “Say it isn’t so, lovely Ryou.”

“I… I mean, it’s fine…”

Each of their gazes twinkled, their nearly identical expressions growing more and more fervent. A knot bobbed in Ryou’s throat, in sync with the blood surging to his loins. 

“We would hate so much to be a bother,” Bakura crooned, now shoulder to shoulder with TK as he leaned over Ryou’s trapped form. “But, since exams are officially over for a bit, don’t you think we should celebrate?”

Determined to maintain control, Ryou gulped down the lump in his throat and instead offered the smallest, shyest smile he could. “Maybe we could go out for lunch?”

Their expressions split halfway between tickled and disheartened. In particular, TK seemed pouty while he mumbled, “That wasn’t what we meant, little lovely.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Ryou pushed both men back, gentle but firm. “I realize what you mean, but I’m not… quite feeling myself today.” He snuck a glance at their faces from beneath the messy bangs framing his eyes. As expected, the desire evaporated, replaced with concern.

“I told you you were pushing yourself too hard, Ryou,” Bakura chided, voice like a mother scolding their naughty child. “I bet you caught a cold or something.”

“Well, don’t yell at him for it,” TK snapped and slapped Bakura’s reaching hand away. He used his own to cup Ryou’s cheek.

Snarling, Bakura cupped Ryou’s other cheek. “I was not yelling, thank you very much, asshole.”

The urge to be pampered and fussed over nearly overtook Ryou, but he bit his lip and swallowed it down much like his earlier arousal. “G-Guys, I’m not sick, per se. Just not feeling up to… much right now.”

His words brought two shockingly stern scowls down upon him, and TK tutted, “Nuh uh, we aren’t falling for that again. Last time you said you weren’t sick, you ended up in the hospital for a week. You’re going to the doctor right now.”

‘...Gods dammit… So much for keeping a low profile.’

***

Other Ryou paused when he walked into the room where his fellow other-realmers sat bored and captive. He expected, or hoped, to see the better version of Bakura and Touzoku-Ou, but instead Yugi and Atem greeted him.

“Hey, Ryou. Everything okay?”

“Oh, uh, I mean… It’s as good as it can be for all of us, right?”

Yugi sighed. “True. What a chaotic morning.”

Frowning and stepping closer, Ryou tentatively asked, “Did something happen?”

“Those two thieves, like the idiots they are, nearly destroyed their room. And almost killed themselves in the process,” Atem muttered, shaking his head. His lighter half patted his shoulder soothingly. Neither seemed to notice the way Ryou’s face paled.

Crossing his arms to hug himself, the white-haired male whispered, “A-Are they okay?”

Yugi flashed him a smile. “Yeah, they’re fine, at least physically. Probably worn out and super stressed, I imagine, but no damage done.”

Before Ryou could express his relief, his own Bakura and Touzoku-Ou snorted, and the latter specifically sneered in Ryou’s direction. “Don’t forget who they are so worried about, little mouse.”

Bakura chuckled. “Certainly not our rabbit, if memory serves.”

A snarky response bubbled up in his throat, but Ryou thankfully managed to hold it back, reminding himself that reacting to their taunts was exactly what they wanted. He pointedly turned away from them and focused on Yugi. “I heard a racket earlier. That was them, then?”

“Correct,” Atem sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Exasperation twisted his features. “Ryou managed to make contact, but when the three of them tried pulling him through… Apparently something is blocking our Ryou from returning to this world, to his body.”

“That’s possible?” Other Ryou asked, but then he laughed. “Of course it is. That was a dumb question, all things considered.” He stretched his arms behind his back, nonchalantly eyeing the door to the hallway. “Well, I’m sure you guys have everything handled… I’ll go find some way to entertain myself.”

From where he rubbed the stressed pharaoh’s shoulder, Yugi again smiled at the other male. “Go on and relax while you’re here. This is our problem, so we should be the ones stressing over it. You can just enjoy Kaiba Mansion.”

“Appreciate that, Yugi,” Ryou replied, already enroute to the hall. “I’ll stay out of the way, so you guys do your magic thing.” He pulled the door shut behind him, a small grin on his lips. He couldn’t replace the Ryou of this world, but maybe he could enjoy his time as a substitute.

From the day he became the prey of his world’s Bakura and Touzoku-Ou, it drove him mad how attractive he found them behind their deranged personalities and cruelty. He hadn’t been lying when he told his pair of predators he could fall in love with the Bakura and Touzoku-Ou of this realm. Perhaps he’d feel different if he experienced the history their Ryou had with them, but then again, perhaps not. After all, despite that very history, hadn’t his other self fallen in love with them all the same?

Eyes sparkling with impishness, he moved to walk down the hall, only to literally ram into Malik. “Whoa, sorry!”

“Oh, no, I’m sorry,” Malik groaned, one hand rubbing the spot of his face that collided with Ryou and the other gripping a tattered piece of paper. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

Without further explanation, the blonde slipped past the other-realmer and into the room behind. Other Ryou tilted his head, curious, yet he felt no inclination to pry. Far more interesting and exciting things held his interest.

Once in front of the room housing his other self’s lovers, he peered through the crack of the doorway. His vision adjusted to the dimness of the unlit, curtained room,  and there he found them, their bodies splayed in the center, unmoving. A part of him wondered if they were asleep or simply contemplating.

Quietly, he slipped in, closing the door behind him as he pondered how he should approach the situation. They certainly must be depressed over the morning’s events — they might not appreciate his company, much less any flirtations he had in mind.

His chance to greet them came to a close as Bakura’s voice called out, “Need something, little one?”

Moving closer, Ryou realized neither man’s eyes were open, yet they seemed perfectly aware of his presence. “How’d you know I was here?”

“You aren’t exactly a ninja,” Touzoku-Ou murmured, voice humored despite his evident exhaustion.

“I wasn’t being loud,” He argued back with a pout. “It’s not like I slammed the door behind me or something.”

Bakura chuckled and cracked open one eye to peer at Ryou. “You are talking to the King of Thieves. Our life depended on the ability to be aware of our surroundings.”

Touzoku-Ou turned his head, both eyes half-lidded as he met Other Ryou’s gaze. “We’re not going to be good company right now, you know. It was a rough morning.”

“I heard.”

His response earned a bark of laughter from both men, and they each sat up with clear difficulty, leaning on each other. Bakura, rubbing his face, muttered to no one in particular, “Of course you have. Let’s advertise our failure to the whole country while we’re at it.”

Frowning, Ryou dropped to his knees beside them. “Don’t be like that. There was some other… thing interfering, right? That’s what Yugi said… It’s not your fault.”

While pushing himself off of Bakura, wincing, Touzoku-Ou snorted. “You don’t need to comfort us, little one. Nothing you say will make us feel better. Not when Rohi is out there somewhere, alone and in who knows what level of danger.”

As he moved his own worn down body, Bakura grimaced, too. “The effort is appreciated, nonetheless, but you should be using this time to enjoy your freedom. Not babysit us.”

Twirling a strand of his silver hair, Other Ryou attempted his best flirty tone. “Maybe the way I want to enjoy my freedom is by babysitting you, though.”

They eyed him, equal parts surprised and amused. Touzoku-Ou laughed under his breath. “Shouldn’t you be sick of our faces by now?”

“It’s not the same when it’s you instead of them.”

A sneer tugged Bakura’s lips upwards. “Well, obviously. We are far superior.” His expression faltered, seriousness taking over. “But you should still not get so… attached. At the end of the day, the men of your world who bear our faces will only cause you pain.”

“I’m not a child, Bakura,” Ryou snapped, harsher than he meant. He definitely caught the other two men off guard, but he couldn’t force his tone to soften the edge his annoyance snuck in. He knew the difference between them and, well, them. It burned his mind, taunted, mocked. What he wouldn’t give to be able to call this pair of men his instead of those demented bastards. 

Brow furrowed, he continued, “And I am not an idiot. Your shared faces don’t blur your identities in my eyes. So, please, don’t try and lecture me.”

The two thieves looked him over, almost as if they were searching for something. Finally, after a moment of heavy silence, Touzoku-Ou spoke. “We need to pick up some things from our apartment. Why don’t you tag along, put some distance between you and them, enjoy this version of Domino?”

Relieved, Ryou nodded, his mouth melting back into a benign smile. “Yes, I’d like that.”

The men gathered themselves and headed out, Bakura shooting a quick text to the group so no one scolded them for vanishing. Other Ryou lingered only a few steps behind Bakura and Touzoku-Ou, observing them as much as the environment around him.

“It’s strange how similar my Domino City and yours are,” He commented for the sake of conversation. “Mine feels almost like a dystopia to yours. Like… It’s run down, kinda sketchy, y’know?”

“We’re still in the upper city, though I’ll be curious to know if the location of your apartment lines up with ours,” Bakura replied, hands stuffed into his pockets, gaze focused straight ahead. There was an aloofness in the way he presented, like he still wanted to insist on a certain distance between him, Touzoku-Ou, and this Ryou from another realm. But, of course, having such a minimal reference for normal behavior, Ryou failed to detect the withdrawn mannerisms.  

For his part, Touzoku-Ou attempted to mimic Bakura’s demeanor, but he betrayed himself by flicking his eyes back to his boyfriend’s doppelganger. Ryou smiled brightly each time they made eye contact, and the thief king finally sighed.

“...Bakura’s right, Ryou. Even if you understand we are different from them, you still shouldn’t get attached to us.”

The other-realmer narrowed his eyes and scoffed. “Why? What does it matter?”

“Because,” Bakura halted, whirling to face the other male, “you can’t stay here. Eventually you have to go back to your realm.”

The truth bit him, but his eyes rolled instinctively. “I’m aware, you two. I’m not going to throw a tantrum over it just because I like your company. If anything, it seems like you two are the ones more concerned about being attached.”

Touzoku-Ou sighed again, eyes clouding with an emotion Ryou couldn’t place. “It’s painful, seeing your face and hearing your voice. You’re identical to our Ryou in almost every way. But you aren’t him.”

Despite his efforts, Ryou felt his temper flare.  “Then why invite me along with you, if I’m such unpleasant company? I would have stayed at the mansion.”

Both thieves shook their heads, and Bakura answered, “Because you wanted to spend time with us, and you deserve to be able to have things your way for once.” Pause. “And he said you were painful company, not unpleasant. We can enjoy hanging around you and find it difficult at the same time.”

“I don’t need your pity, though. And I don’t want to be a nuisance when I’m already an uninvited guest in this realm,” Ryou mumbled and shuffled his feet, avoiding eye contact as his temper faltered into guilt. “If you want me to leave you alone, all you have to do is say so.”

A hand clamped down on his head, and he peeked up at Touzoku-Ou. Sadness. The emotion glazing over his eyes was a wistful sadness. But there was warmth, too.

“We wouldn’t ask that of you. While you’re here, do what you want to, Ryou. Whatever you want to.”

Relenting, Bakura patted the brown-eyed boy’s shoulder. “You’re a free man. They won’t touch you while all of us are around.”

“Free, huh?” The word sounded foreign. “Free to do whatever I want?”

Though they nodded, Ryou couldn’t be totally comforted by the words. Because he knew all too well they weren’t entirely truthful. He was free to do anything he wanted.

Except stay.

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[sesshy380-rp]

(continued from here)

Kat walked alongside Kek in silence. He seemed to be heading in the direction of the park. It wasn’t until he seated himself exhaustively on a bench that he broke the silence.

“I should just make things easier for him and just say it's over between us,” he said while leaning forward and resting his head in his hands. “I can see that he wants to give it a try, but he doesn't want to hurt me.”

“But that's not what you want,” Kat stated in a gentle tone.

Kek slowly shook his head.

“Ryou summoning me was an accident, but he didn't just throw me away. No matter how much trouble I caused for him in the beginning, he didn't get frustrated and decide I wasn't worth keeping around. For the first time, someone wanted me. Having him as my boyfriend is something that's mine. I was created to know only hate and anger and pain, but Ryou helped me to learn things like happiness and joy and love. I don't want to just give him up. And it probably sounds selfish and spiteful, but I especially don't want to give him up to Marik…but at the same time, I want to see Marik happy. I know everything he's been through, and dammit, he deserves to feel happiness and joy and love too.”

“Have you told any of this to Ryou?”

Kek shook his head. “No. He's been avoiding the topic entirely. I think because he already knows I'd end things to make it easier for him, and he doesn't want it any more than I do. Though for what reasons, I don't know.”

“You could have at least talked to Marik. I'm sure it would have been reassuring to hear you say that last bit.”

Kek finally lifted his head out of his hands and leaned back into the bench with his head laying over the edge.

“He's just started talking to me in general, but now with all of this, I'm certain I'm the last person he wants to see right now.”

“Oh, I'm pretty sure out of the two of us, he'd prefer seeing the one that doesn't want to strangle him,” Kat said awkwardly while glancing at the sky.

Kek placed a hand over his eyes.

“I'm not even going to ask.”

“Good. Because it's a long story.”

“Everything is a long story with you.”

Kat thought for a moment and then shrugged in agreement.

((@nb-lesbian-tkb))

[purple-blep]

Some more process pics, plus I'll put it under a read more with pics I found of the other two in the pj case set.

first two and last two are after she's been fully cleaned and all smell she had has gone, second two is when I got her and she hadn't been washed. All her old stuffing had clumped up and she smelt like stale old detergent and had a bad wet doggy smell in her mane and tail that had to have a more intense wash and soak to get that smell out.

5th pic is after first wash and her half fluffed up, fluffing her up helped for the second wash of her body to better get into the fibres to remove the smell she had, her hair had 3-4 washes and a couple of soaks, that smell was really hard to get out but I'm happy it did come out in the end.

I still amazed that I was able to get one of these, never thought I'd be able to get one for a nice price and she came out really nice after cleaning her nwn they are harder to come across as these were UK exclusive with trickles being the more rare one of the three, bowtie and cotton candy are more common to come across if you do find them online.

I also find it odd that trickles has a different head pattern with it being like the standing plushies but she has the same laying down body pattern

Trickle has a very big would be neat to get her abs compare her to bowtie, but I don't think I'd get that lucky twice kek

[helpimhyperfixating]

Could mertaro use mobility aids to help him move on land? maybe a wheeled board he can lay down on top of so he doesn't have to drag his tail

Could he use it? Yes

Does he want to? Probably not

I honestly think his pride won’t let him 😂

Also that would have to be a very big board, or he’d have to curl his tail a lot, kek. But yeah, I think Jotaro would simply argue that Mer can move fine on land and he doesn’t want it

[dirk-rider]

Eructo

This one is so fucking obvious I don’t think I need to say anything, but I will. I cannot cum without the act of burping being involved in some way. I simply require it.

Eprocto

Oh god how I love the relief that comes with this one. The way the scent marks a person, the way it hurts so bad until it hurts so good.

Stuffing

Temporarily broke the format of prefixes first for this one because it’s so deeply intertwined with its predecessors. I fucking love food. I love feeling my gut heavy against me. I love knowing that I can eat more than most people and still have room, I love listening to the digestive system work its wonders, I love the results of a good meal.

Somno

Somewhat connected to my interest in plush. I want to be so fully in control of someone else that they couldn’t fucking fathom resistance. I also really love this in scenarios where the truest feelings are given while the recipient is fucking zonked out, like yes please let me cry and thrust into you and mumble about stupid shit as you lay beneath me fast asleep. I also just think sleeping is attractive. It’s of the most base needs, and you trust me enough to keep me around as you engage? Fuck yeah, it’d suck if I abused that power.

Plush

I want to be in control, pretty obviously by now. This one really appears when I’m in a bit worse of a headspace than I’d like and probably ties back to the whole psychological phenomenon of acting out traumas blah blah, I don’t give a shit I like feeling soft polyester against me.

Autoandro

I love being called a man. I love being reminded that I’m stronger than you, that I’m manlier than you, that my efforts have been paying off. I love being reminded just how hot you find me. I love the way I can feel my muscles, I love how fucking fit I am.

Voyeurism

Typically I prefer unintentional voyeurism, like walking in on someone jacking off and just watching, though I also dig the thought of watching so intently while pretending things are fine, a la el Brobot (whoa combining languages to make a fucked up newer one? Inconceivable, I’m just like the Angles and the Saxons). Like fuck yeah, I know you get off to filthy, disgusting things. I watched you do so.

Denial

Resident blue-baller here, total hedon who really liked taking with hardly giving in return. No, I’m not going to get you off until I get off, now touch my bloated stomach if you want to cum sometime soon. (This makes me sound fuckin sick for all my replies to the fact that you can’t cum kek).

Humiliation

Not hardly at all into public humiliation if it negatively affects others, but when it’s a sort of inside secret between two parties it gets me fucked. “Oh, Dirk, my stomach hurts” “shut the fuck up” and nobody else understands why the reply is aggressive, nobody but the participants put together his lack of want for a raging boner.

Pup shit, no clue the name

I like being called a good boy. I want to be on a leash held by you, I want you to give me treats and tummy rubs.

Biting/licking

I have a mouth, why shouldn’t I use it?

[eructofreak]

oh gosh. Be still my beating heart, holy *fuc*k*

something about a gassy tummy that fucks up my brain chemistry like its nobody's business. bloats like that have no right to be as special as they are. hungry and empty-bellied sickburps are hell in the sense that sometimes you can just tear out the baddest frickin burps in existence, and be left achey and wondering how much worse they'd feel a few pounds of grease later... because sure, that was bad. but what if it was even nastier. what if you couldnt breathe for a second out of fear that you'd pop if you inhaled any more than a bite of air. what if you were beached on your bed and so nauseous and pained that you couldnt do anything but lay there with all that food on your bedside table to tempt you. that sure would suck, wouldnt it?

— shy anon

Oh wow this is good, yeah. My emeto intrigues have arisen kek. Sickly, nauseous belches are great. What’s even greater is when a second party responds to them, gently pressing their palms into the sick person’s stomach, commenting on how tight it feels, how much it must hurt.