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3grey-morals5 · 6 months ago

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hcs-scp/035x049😎😎😎(hc3)

I decided to set aside my other headcanon list last minute (it being alagadda) just due to it not feeling right or interesting. In it's place I will be writing up this. Sorry to anyone who followed me for art or sarkicism, I promise that will be back shortly I'm just in a writing funk.

DO NOTE. this is a ship/pairing hc post! If you do not like it, do kindly leave. Something else to know is that this will include both healthy and more unhealthy relationship segments. If that is something that upsets you, don't feel bad to stop reading. This is only because I feel that in the modern scp setting they do not have the most healthy relationship and wish to comment on it, not that I condone any toxic behavior.

And aswell,

THESE ARE ALL JUST MY IDEAS FOR IT. NO IT MAY NOT BE TRUE TO THE CANON.

Anyways, starting off with past. This is more detailed info on the start of their relationship in Alagadda, as I have already covered some in my last hc post.

good/healthy

-Alagadda

Starting off in the past with Alagadda, something i went over some in my last post. This was before 049 was fucking over obsessed with his cure and before 035 had multiple hosts and was just one (very sad, but decent) consciousness. Due to these circumstances, they were far more stable overall both in their own lives and in their relationship.

Serious relationships were fairly rare in the city, mainly because most citizens were more into silly flings at pound town establishments than an actual commitment. Ofc, where doc came from that wasnt very well known and most relationships were just arranged marriages. Bl was like the middle ground of deciding who you want to be with for the rest of your life, not just one night.

Who'd he choose to try and court?? DING DING DING. Some gothic bird doctor guy!! Ah the thrill of breaking the rules set by bitchass ambassador~ why can't you even date foreigners anyway? These "lord guidelines" can suck it.

In media first loves are usually depicted as messy and uncaring, but I like to think of these two as the opposite. Well minus messy, it probobly was just because they didn't really know what they were doing. Like number 1 how do you even ask someone out. He has a bird mask...maybe he'll like this little cool rock I found! Yes that should get the point across.

Jolic try not to depict the BL (black lord not boy love) as a silly lovesick teen HARD EDITION like look at him. who read all the libraries' tragedies and comedies of romance? That gotta be bl. Rest in peace Anguish...you would have adored ao3 cringe...(this is a joke. Please trust I take serious characters seriously and haven't drawn him over that one purple haired emo guy picture once)

share hobbies such as ...idfk..dissection. except bl dissects literature and doc will dissect anything that's died or maybe is still alive. What are those scars on Anguish's tentacles you may ask? Oh yeah doc just needed to do a few snips to take notes of how the sludge anatomy is (a blatant lie. He was bored and his partner let's him do practically anything. Daww look he trust..so cute)

They may not fully understand eachothers hobbies, but they will still pay attention to info dumping (haha just like me abt scp I yap ALL DAY) from the other and try and to ask relevant questions. No doc may not care too much for rip van winkles 69 chapter long poetry book, but he will forever listen to bl belt his heart out about how it touched him so deeply just to see them excited and happy. And bl may be slightly disgusted by the icky wet specimens in docs bag but as soon as the birdie needs help with them or begins his rants about new graphic medical practices he read abt u bet bl is lending 4 hands or is LOCKED IN listening.

Even when their lives were on the line when the secret got out, Anguish didn't break things off to save himself and doc didn't flee to avoid certain death. They stuck together and that got them out alive and well..back to the dimensional back alley that is earth.smh.

-Earth time before the start of deterioration 😔

By now doc was far more anxious with his hallucinations back, but 035 was still with him every step of the way. Being worn by his partner, they had a symbiotic relationship and still 035 was just one pure consciousness snug with 049's. It sure took some adjusting to not having a body, and foe doc having your bf just IN YOUR MF MIND ALL THE TIME but it was a relatively calm experience.

Sorta not ship related but lemme tell yall...fat theory coming up. Yknow how. 049 make the bodies move but they have no mental really..who does cognitive stuff? 035. IM TELLING YOU THEY WORKED TOGETHER TO FULLY REVIVE PEOPLE WITH THEIR BRAIN AND ALL LIKE ARE U GETTING THIS. that's why 049 can't do it on his own bc 035 ISNT THEREEE. Anyways 🥰

Oh BTW they're actually married haha. They scared some fuckass priest into doing the ceremony in the middle of forest lavender clearing. Was the first time 035 had a host, a nice looking kindhearted fellow he found in a nearby town.(we don't talk about how terrified the bl consciousness was the first time he got a new consciousness. But they hit it off and are still besties in the hive mind. His name is Winfred.)

Not my hc, BUT I once saw someone say that they were married with flower crowns instead of rings and and OH MY GOD that has stuck with me ever since like Jesus christ you're SO RIGHT. Dyo's was oleander and Doc's was lavender ofc.

At this time 049 could still remove his mask, and he had it off for the kiss kiss and learned from the village how to braid his hair. Doc's robes were back to being plain and normal after coming back from Alagadda, but he tried his very best to fix them up nice with bits of lace and flowers. 035 just found the best clothes he could around the houses he.. Ahem..totally didn't sneak into..

Yes 035 was absolutely bawling during the ceremony.

035 traveled along with 049, either with the rare very hardy and longlasting host, on him, or in his bag. With very little hosts, the bl was able to keep them mainly in check and in control. Something that would become basically impossible in the upcoming centuries.

When he had hosts, Dyo would venture out and find little trinkets to give his bird husband. There were always very thoughtful and doc ADORED them. He still keeps them in his bag (well at least the ones he hasn't found in the depths of the bag yet, he didn't remember them in modern times and would just toss them :( )

Examples include: pressed flowers, coins, poems on scrap papers, colorful feathers, jewelry, LAVENDERRRR, a fucking truckload of handkerchiefs of various designs, quilt squares he'd snatched, old broken ceramic or porcelain peices, one singular tiny statue of a horse, a pipe or two, pretty rocks, sketches he'd done, ect.

-Start of deterioration (starts delving into a more unhealthy relationship. Stop now if you don't wish to read!)

049's mask was now firm on his face, and the lack of mental link connection only further pulled him away from his partner, aswell as the worsening of hallucinations, put strain on their marriage. He was withdrawn, no longer had time for "silly things" such as being a present partner. The addiction to his work only further feuled this tear in the relationship.

035 still did his best, struggling through the now horde of hosts to try and be the best husband possible despite his mistreatment. He'd push for breaks, clean him up after surgery, hold him close in night terrors, fix teas and dinners to try and get 049 to eat and drink.

But it was never enough.

At some point, you just can't hold on. Trying to manage 10 consciousness was enough but with the constant stress of his situation(causing more humor leakage->quicker host expiration) he needed more and more hosts to keep a body, thus, gaining more conciousnesses. They began to overpower him, causing more erratic behavior that did nothing to help the already tense situation.

This hurt them deeply, knowing he could do nothing to help them. Or himself. There was no right option. Try to save his partner? Try to save himself? Keep some control? It festered inside of him, more and more black bile bleeding from him.

docs issues didn't let up, soon viewing one he once held dearest just another block in the way of his quest of life. He had to get rid of this...pest.

Why keep him around...how was he ever of use to me. They must go. I have better things to do.

After centuries of being together, he snapped. The mask viewed their little trip as a step in the right direction...he should have known something was up. Led into a crypt, his glee was cut short at the clanks of the gate. The click of a lock. By the time he made it back to the crypt door he was already walking away, eyes glazed over ignoring the pleas from his husband.

Wait.. what are you doing..doc? Doc where are going? What's going on? DOC?! ARE YOU LISTENING? GET BACK HERE! PLEASE?! (wailing and pleading)

Dont leave me...!! please...(thud)

(Dramatic much 🙄)

-modern day. (This is toxic. 5hwy are both terrible and I hate them. For this reason I have an alternate scenario where they remember eachother and it's sweet)

In containment, they both have issues with vices. 049's being curing..ofc. while 035's is getting free (hosts as a whole) and finding his husband(bl consciousness alone.)

Do note, mentioned in earlier hc posts, the hivemind as a whole recognizes 049, but they don't know how he is important. This is due to bl explaining him, then those who heard explaining, and those who heard second explaining. So if you've ever played telephone, that's how it is. Something gets repeated so many times a bit different, so the differences at up. This as a whole creates a recognization, but unsureness how. This then morphs onto an unhealthy obsession.

Meanwhile, 049's perception is so warped due to hallucinations and his obsession with curing, that he dosent even recognize him anymore. Merely their meets are a possible useful interaction with info pertaining to the cure, and as soon as 035 isn't of use...dropped. then he is forgotten once again. The cycle restarts when they meet.

035 is the opposite, absolutely head over heels for this guy he dosent even really know. It grips at him, an itch that can ONLY be scratched by being in contact with him. An unhealthy obsession that can't be quenched no matter what. Like he NEEDS him to survive, pitching a fit every time he dosent get his way and trying to force himself upon them to get attention. Even if it hurts 049.

Want a snippet of sweetness in these trying times? Thought so. When exposed to lavender, 049 is calmer and in a sort of woozy carefree state. A daze where his only hallucinations are of happier days...curled up with a loved one in flowing lavender feilds...sun shining warm above them, clouds dappling the pale blue sky. Life is calm, life is good. But right when he turns to gaze at whomever he's laid with.

Snap.

He's back in a cell. Cold and damp. Or led by guards, feet thinking aimlessly on the metal floors. And that haze clouds his eyes yet again.

. ☀️ ☁️ ☁️ ☁️

. ☁️ 🕊 ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️

. '°•~-\_🌿_🌿🌿_💜🖤_🌿🌿_🌿_/-~•°'

Maybe in another life. :3

Hope yall enjoyed it! I sure did (the good ones at least) this took longer than expected, but I think it was worth it. I plan on making a short story of the future, I won't spoil too much, but I've thought it over a while and I think I'm happy with the idea. Why wait for another life when the afterlife is right there?

Thanks for reading! Love yall<3/p

#scp #scp foundation #scp 035 #scp 049 #scp 035 x scp 049 #scp headcanons #headcanon #035 x 049

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evolutionsvoid · 7 months ago

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Mimicry is a common tool in nature, be it for ambushing prey or hiding from predators. Many species out there find ways to blend into their background or copy the look of a more dangerous creature. Some of them can be mundane, looking like dried leaves or a patch of moss. Others, however, can get pretty wild. Strange colors, odd structures and the alteration of one's anatomy to the extreme. In most cases, you can understand what they were going for and how this helps. For the rumptifusel, folks are still puzzling about what they were trying to mimic. Or at least what their ruse was before man came to this land.

The rumptifusel is a boneless, flat creature that bears thick fur and a familiar shape. They slither across the ground to move, though sometimes the wind can be strong enough to let them glide a distance if they jump. Rumptifusel are on the hunt for ideal places to lie in wait, as they are ambush hunters. Their tactic is...a bit odd, as they don't exactly blend in that well with their environment. They look like a runaway pelt, or more specifically, they look like a fancy fur coat. Sleeves, collar and everything.

Yet, the appearance doesn't seem to cause them any issues. They will hang themselves from branches, drape themselves over stumps or even latch onto tree trunks, then simply wait for prey. When an animal or human gets too close, the rumptifusel will pounce from its perch and envelope them in a smothering embrace. Hooked claws on their "arms" and "teeth" on their head are meant to snag their victims and prevent them from slipping away. When they got a good grip, the rumptifusel will wrap its whole furry body around prey, practically smothering them in a fuzzy cocoon. What their prisoner will soon realize is that the rumptifusel is not hairy on both sides, as its underbelly is actually fleshy and covered in countless pores. From here, potent digestive enzyme leaks out, which rapidly breaks down flesh and bone. The embrace will hold victims tight, as the acid eats them away bit by bit and the thirsty pores slurp up the slurry. As the prey is digested, the rumptifusel will constrict its body harder and harder, so that it can squeeze out every last drop. By the time the meal is done, all that will remain is a slimy compact pellet of hair and cloth, which the creature discards.

While their method of hunting and consuming prey is nothing short of horrific, it still bears the question: why do they look like a fur coat? A random pelt of fur may be one thing, but its shape is far too specific for it to be a coincidence. Some believed the form evolved when they came in contact with man, but native tales claim the rumptifusel always looked like this. Hard to believe it would be able to change so fast that these stories and arts wouldn't see the original form. Some indeed think it just happened to turn out this way, and that the rumptifusel was going for an animal pelt look. They do happen to have a strong funk to them, which makes people believe they originally were disguising themselves as a carcass so that they could pounce on scavengers. This smell, however, is due to the gooey remains of previous prey that is still clinging to them, so it isn't a purposeful secretion. Regardless, it sure seems to work for them! After all, "El Cuero" looks like a blanket of cow skin and it still succeeds in catching prey. This is why some academics believe these two species are related.

Regardless of the "hows" and "whys," the rumptifusel certainly earned itself a place in folklore and culture. Natives of the region treated them like symbols of greed, where fools blinded by an easy prize would be lured to their doom. Though a sharp eye and thoughtful mind could easily see through this ruse, the creature was rarely actually hunted and used as fur. In their culture, this icon of greed and deception was a thing of bad luck, and thus no one wished to drape themselves in it. Tales would speak of fellows who would slay them with arrows and turn them into real coats. However, whenever they wore these garments, they would not be satiated by anything in life. No food would be enough for their bellies, no treasure satisfactory. They would hoard everything they could to fill this empty void, until their sinful coat came back to life and devoured them. It was a real fear, then and now, that any coat made from rumptifusel may not be dead enough for one's liking.

When colonists came over and the land started changing, more folk fell to these deceptive creatures. But eventually they too grew wise and learned how to deal with them. Arrows, spears and other ranged weapons could fell these beasts before they had the chance to pounce, and the strangers to these lands were not so wary about the prizes it brought. Rumptifusel coats became all the rage, as here was a species that made an entire garment with only one specimen. Like many fur bearing species, their populations took a dive when the fur trade was in full swing. Many areas were depleted of these creatures, only those deep in the woods or too far from civilization being spared. Thankfully, the fad would come to an end before the species was wiped out, though logging of their homes was still an issue. However, the rumptifusel would survive through these hard times, and continue to be a presence in these lands.

Their appearance has filled man with curiosity and fear since the very first time. On one hand, you have this wonderful pelt that is free for the taking if you know how to safely dispatch one. On the other, failing to properly handle one or falling for their ruse means an incredibly horrific end. Their voracious appetite and hunting method is what caused rumptifusel farming to fail. Folks figured it was the easiest way to make fur coats, as just raise a living version of one! It also helped that no one had any compassion for this man-eater, nor was their appearance cute or charming enough for marketing, thus animal groups raised no fuss about this practice. What they found, though, was that they demanded too much meat and would inevitably grow stunted in captivity. Rumors also claim one or two farmers perished when their harvest wasn't as dead as they thought.

Their appearance and gluttony has certainly earned them a spot in many tales. Edgar Allan Poe had his detective Dupin deduce that a rumptifusel hidden in a coat closet was the reason two wealthy women vanished, leaving behind tufts of strange hair and two odd pellets. Writers quickly took native beliefs of this creature and ran with it, as they too used them as symbols of greed. The rumptifusel would either be the stand in for the wealthy devouring the poor or have them be the gruesome fate the rich would face. So often was the species used in tales of horror, that brief panics would arise throughout time where folk would believe an outbreak of these monsters was occurring. One particular case came to be when a mother retrieving the laundry from the clothesline was attacked and eaten by one that had hung itself amongst the drying garments. This led to folk thinking all clotheslines were rigged and that the species had learned a new tactic to hunt man. After many headlines, angry mobs and lots of dead rumptifusel, it was eventually found to have been a freak accident. No rumptifusel was daring enough to get that close to civilization, as they had better times eating ignorant hikers or roadkill. However, others would get ideas from these accidents and tall tales.

Since rumptifusel melt down prey to nothing but a useless nugget, their potential for murder was obvious. The stories played with the idea, but it wasn't until a famous actor used this tactic to kill his wife that the fear became real. He had drugged a rumptifusel out in the wild and then sealed it in her closet while she was away. He then setup a situation where he was miles away when she opened the closet to retrieve a coat, only to be devoured by the startled creature. Though he disposed of the meager remains upon return and filed a missing persons report to look like a concerned husband, the hairs left behind in the closet proved his guilt. This of course led to some folk trying to imitate his method, or at least claiming to. Who knows how many got eaten in their attempts. Some even said that the mafia learned how deploy rumptifusel to take out targets or vanish bodies. This belief became even more popular after the release of the movie "Goodfellas," in which a female character is sent to a shady store to pick out coats. Though she catches wise to the plan to murder her and flees, soft sounds heard in the dark building suggests a rumptifusel was left in wait there. At that point, the rumptifusel started showing up all over. Their coats came back in style, they were featured in a few movies and even got the chance to be a hero once in a while. After all, who could resist the cool look of a character with a living coat that he could sic on his enemies?

#fearsome critters #rumptifusel #monster #creature #art #drawing

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soldrawss · 1 year ago

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Do you recommend any tips for defeating dreaded artblock? Also, could you give some tips on being consistent with your art + art style please 🙏

Unfortunately art block is something I continue to struggle with myself! I have certain ways to negate it if I recognize it coming on, but they may only work for me!

When I recognize art block coming on, whether its with inspiration or just not being able to draw anything right at all, I usually try a 30 min on/30 min off technique. Meaning I continue at it for 30 minutes, and then I take a break for 30 minutes (that break consists of either getting some exercise (stretches, jumping jacks, something to get my blood pumping and get out of a sitting position) or looking at pinterest/Instagram to get inspiration from my favorite artists or get into the right head space) and then continue the routine until I get myself out of an art block funk. It works a good portion of the time, but not always, and sometimes when that happens I just need to put the pen down and walk away for a day or two, doing other creative stuff to get my fix in until I'm ready to come back to it.

As far as being consistent.... yeah idk. I still struggle with that myself as my art is continually changing and growing! So sorry, idk if I have very good tips other than to reference your own work as much as possible and get into a routine with how you draw certain thinks (hair/eyes/body shapes).

#hope that helps!#idk if it does im so sorry #im not a very good teacher when it comes to art advice #nike has it right #just do it

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spicywhenspeaking · 2 years ago

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If I'm There: Chapter Fifteen

read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie meet in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

warnings: underage drinking, unprotected sex (ope), mentions of depression and alcoholic parents.

taglist : @lma1986 @cookiesupplier @notingridslurkaccount @blackveilomens @thisbicc @thebadchic @laurpartyprogram

When I read New Moon for the first time I thought Bella was being dramatic, sitting in front of her bedroom window just staring as time passed and seasons changed. How could your boyfriend breaking up with you leave someone such a shell?

I understand now.

Time isn’t just passing by me, it’s passing through me. School and work blur together, I’m still doing relatively well in my classes but I’m not giving it much effort and my teachers have noticed. Maggie tried to pull me out of my funk and invited me out to hang out, but I constantly came up with excuses to get out of it.

Mom comes home in November and I don’t register her arrival. Maybe if she had been a normal mom I could have been the kind of teenager that could keep up with her cool rockstar boyfriend. I wouldn’t have had to be nerdy Natalie, too focused on school to step away and have fun.

Thanksgiving is as eventful as you could imagine. Mom and Dad are trying to make us seem like a big happy family again like nothing happened. Of course a week later we find Mom’s stash of vodka in her sock drawer and she sobs while dad packs her bag to haul her back off to rehab.

I don’t react. I don’t care.

Nick texts me every once in a while but I usually ignore him. I know that’s mean but I don’t want to hear about the tour or Noah. Who doesn’t reach out at all. Jerk. I take all the pictures I had of us printed out together and shove them in an old shoebox. I throw in the shirts he gave me too, along with the cd and that stupid wolf drawing I kept and bury it in the back of my closet.

“Natty, come on. Let's just get out of the house, we can go to a movie?” Kyle has been trying to make me feel better, he feels responsible for what happened with Noah. I don’t think so, he didn’t force Noah to break up with me. No. Noah did that all on his own. We end up going to see some stupid action movie, I don’t pay attention to it.

Suddenly it’s December and finals are done. The semester is over, only a few more months and highschool is done.

It’s Christmas and Kyle got me a new set of ink markers and a sketchbook. “You haven’t been drawing much, thought a new sketchbook would inspire you.” Kyle says.

I try to smile, turning through the crisp clean pages. “Thank you Ky. I’m sorry, I didn’t get you anything…” my voice disappears. “I just lost track of time.”

He nods in understanding, “no worries sis, you can draw me something” he nudges me and laughs.

“Yeah, of course.” I curl up onto the couch with the empty page in front of me. I end up drawing a skeleton hand sticking up its middle finger. I rip it out of the book and hand it to him. He laughs “thanks Natty, very festive” he jokes and a small laugh escapes me.

A week later it’s New Year’s Eve and Kyle is trying to get me to go to a party with him.

“Come on Natty, you’ll have fun!” He tries to convince me but it’s not working. “Really, I’ll be fine. I’m just going to head to bed early. You should go have fun Ky.”

He reluctantly leaves me and I’m digging in my fridge smelling leftovers when I hear the doorbell.

Walking over I open the door and Maggie barges past me dressed in a beautiful silver body-con dress, her curly hair is bouncy and her make up is sparkly and bright. Perfect for New Year’s Eve. “Um..hello to you too Mags, what are you doing here?” She gives me a once over and huffs an annoyed breath. “Well after you go take the shower you desperately need. We’re getting you dressed up and going to the party Hunter is hosting a few streets away.” Hunter is the guy that works at the coffee shop that’s a year older than us. We work together some weeknights and he’s nice enough.

“Uhhh I don’t know Maggie, I’m not really in the party mood.” I tell her as I pick aimlessly at my oversized hoodie.

“I don’t care. You’ve been sad about that idiot long enough. It’s time to start living again and show everyone what a mistake it was letting you go. The first of the year is the perfect time to start!” She encourages me and ushers me up the stairs towards my room.

Thirty minutes later I’m shaved, moisturized and sitting in front of my vanity while Maggie applies my makeup. She brought a dress for me to wear, it’s a deep cut golden glittering dress that hits me in the middle of my thighs. She brought a matching pair of gold heels and I put on my small gold hoops. She’s finishing up with a light mist of setting spray and moving on to my hair. Maggie thinks I will look good with loose curls with one side pinned back. I decide to let her take full control and when she’s done I look like a different person. Well, not exactly. I look like me, just not like I’m used to. My boobs are pushed up because of the bra Maggie brought for me so they look incredible and my skin is glowing because of the luminous powder Maggie dusted me with. I feel good. For the first time since Noah dumped me, I actually feel good.

I turn to hug Maggie, “thank you.” Her arms wrap around me returning my hug. “You’re welcome Nat, now let’s go party!” Giggling, we run down the stairs together.

Hunter's house is about a ten minute walk from my house. It’s a cold night but when I reached for a jacket on my way out of the door, Maggie told me not too. That “the party would heat me up,” whatever that meant. As we round the block and head down the street towards the party my skin prickles with goose bumps and I rub my hands up and down them to warm up. Maggie sees the house and points it out. It's a big white two story colonial with warm white Christmas lights lighting it up.

The front door is open but thankfully Maggie was right and it's warm inside the crowded house. “Okay, now lets go grab a drink!” Maggie calls out over the music. A DJ that I noticed in the corner of the cleared out living room is playing “We Found Love” by Calvin Harris and I have to laugh at the irony. I follow Maggie to the kitchen where there is more alcohol surrounding the kitchen island than I’ve ever seen. She mixes two cups and hands one of them to me. I hesitate to grab it at first but eventually I take it “what the hell,” I say and take a big gulp. The alcohol burns my throat going down but leaves a warming sensation in my stomach. “Woo! Lets party Natty!!”

Maggie cheers as she raises her cup in toast and takes a sip. The crowd, the loud music and the hungry eyes that have been checking me out since we got here have me slightly nervous. I want to have fun, I want to get out of my funk and have a good time. I take the drink and chug it all down. “Another one please,” I hold out the cup to Maggie and she looks at me surprised. “Alright Natty, careful now. I don’t want you to get sick.” she warns gently. “Trust me, I'll be fine, I come from a long line of alcoholics.” I mean it to come out as a joke but Maggie just looks slightly concerned. “It's just a joke Mags, I’ll be fine.” She nods and mixes me another drink and hands it over.

I take it and we wander out towards the dance floor. It’s only 10:30 so we have plenty of time until midnight. I think the DJ is doing a countdown of songs of the year because now he’s playing “I Love It” by Icona Pop. Maggie and I are dancing and I can feel myself loosening up, swaying my hips and jumping to the beat. I feel more alive than I have in weeks. I am so thankful to have a friend like Maggie.

The next hour is a mix of dancing and drinking, I am playing a round of flip cup in the backyard. My team wins and two other senior boys that I think are on the football team I was playing with lift me up onto their shoulders in celebration. I’m laughing and definitely drunk at this point and when I look up towards the back porch and feel like my eyes deceive me and I have to do a double take.

It’s Nick and Noah. He’s here. Why is he here? He’s looking at me with wide eyes and then looking down at the very large football players that are currently holding me up and his eyes squint into a glare. I tap the boys shoulders and they place me gently back on the floor. “Thanks for the lift boys.” I joke and we share a laugh.

My eyes shift back towards the porch and Nick and Noah are gone…was I just seeing things? I am pretty drunk so It’s likely.

I walk over to Maggie and she’s looking down at her phone texting, when she looks up and see’s me she quickly puts her phone behind her back.

I eye her suspiciously. “What are you up too?” I ask.

She smiles wide and tries to tilt her head to act innocent. “Well…maybe Nick texted that him and Noah were in town…and maybe I told him where the party was.”

My eyes bugg out and I lightly push her shoulder. “Maggie! Why would you do that!! Since when are you two texting?!” She grabs my drink and hands it to me and with the added surprise I throw it back instantly. “He texts me occasionally to see how everything is going? How you’re doing, since you don’t respond to his texts….” I roll my eyes. “I’m not going to talk to them. I don't care that he’s here. I’m having fun and I’m going to dance some more.” I turn and head back towards the house. “Are you coming?” I ask back towards Maggie and she follows after.

Grabbing Maggies hand I get back onto the dancefloor with new found enthusiasm. My hips are swaying and my hands are above my head, my hair is swinging side to side. Maggie is dancing in front of me and I suddenly feel hands on my waist. Looking back I see it’s Hunter. “Nice party Hunter.” I tell him. He smiles, “Nice dress Natalie, you looks hot.” I blush at his compliment. “Thanks.” I don’t know what comes over me but I know my dancing with Hunter is becoming riskier. My back is pressed completely against his front and his strong hands are gripping my waist.

Suddenly I’m being ripped off the dance floor and away from Hunter and Maggie. “What the fuck!” I squeal, turning to see how grabbed me. I see none other than Noah.

“Put me down Noah! Right now!” I yell at him over the music. I wiggle and kick to get out of his grip but he’s too strong and I’m too drunk to figure out how to escape with any of my karate skills. What’s the point of having a black belt if I can’t remember how to break out of a hold after a few drinks. More than a few drinks I guess as the world spins and I’m set back down on my feet in the cold night air.

“Natalie, what the Hell are you doing?!” Noah says in an explosive tone.

It takes me a moment to react. To fight past the feelings of relief in seeing him. To dig deep into myself for the anger. “Excuse me?” I say and my voice is dripping with venom. “Who the FUCK do you think you are?! Wisking in to pull me away while I’m finally having fun!” I yell not caring who hears and his eyes dark around. I fight the compulsion to get closer to him, the need to reach out and touch him to see if he’s real.

He just ignores my yelling and asks again “what’s going on Natty, you’re drunk dancing on some guy? That's not like you.”

I laugh out loud “ha! What happened?! Seriously? Well..let me see.” I say in a mocking tone and tap my finger against my chin. “My boyfriend dumped me and then left without a word, then, my Mom immediately relapsed when she got home from rehab and I fell into a pit of depression that my best friend dug me out of. She brought me out to party tonight and that’s exactly what I was doing. I’m at a party. I’m partying.” My voice despite slurring slightly is resolved. He eyes me up and down, his hand reaching out, hesitating and then dropping back to his side. “You’re barely clothed. You never dress like this” he snides, “and you're drunk. I thought you didn’t drink?” He asks.

“Yeah well, I thought you said you’d love me forever but I guess things change. And you’re drunk too! How are you judging me for that right now and as for the outfit? Everyone else thinks I look hot. I know Hunter did. Should we go ask?” I know I’m pushing him but I don’t care. I move to get past him and he holds out his arm, stopping me. “No need. I know exactly what he was thinking. I saw his face, how he was looking at you like a piece of meat.” Noah’s voice sounds tormented, like watching me dance with Hunter was painful. “Well Noah! He can look at me however he wants! And I can dance with whoever I want and I can kiss whoever I want! And if I want to, I can FUCK whoever I want! You dumped me, remember? You don’t get to come back and act like my big protector anymore.” Forgetting my previous restraint I end up growling out all of this about an inch from Noah’s face. He backs me back up against the wall and keeps the distance the same. We’re nose to nose and I hear a rumble in his chest. “You deserve better than him, better than me.” My eyes roll, “oh fuck off with that. I am perfectly capable of making that kind of decision myself”

We can hear the countdown begin inside the house.

TEN…

NINE…

“I’m just trying to help you Nat, that guys bad news”

EIGHT…

SEVEN…

“Hilarious, that’s exactly what people told me about you.”

FIVE….

FOUR…

“Maybe you should have listened.” His eyes fall to my lips and I can feel deep down that I’m done for.

THREE…

TWO….

“Is that what you wished had happened. That you had stayed away from me?”

ONE... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!

I shake my head and without thinking, maybe due to the drinks or because Noah is finally back in front of me and I still desperately miss him despite the heartbreak. I pull him even closer and kiss him.

At first he’s stiff, hands and body stilled until my fingers toy with the hair at the nape of his neck and he comes alive. Grabbing me back and kissing me fiercely, like a man starved and I’m the only water he’s seen in weeks, months, years.

Fireworks explode in the background and we burst apart when the rest of the party runs outside to watch the sky glitter with a chorus of colors.

Staring at each other, mouths red and swollen from our harsh kiss, he looks me up and down again and says “fuck it, do you want to get out of here?”

I nod silently and Noah takes my hand and leads me away from the party and down the street heading towards my house. Praying to the universe that Kyle isn’t home and pushing away the thoughts that are asking “is this a good idea?” “What’s going on here?” I don’t care. We kissed and everything fell away.

I am so weak.

Apparently so is he, his whole “you deserve better” thing flew out the window the second our lips touched again.

The cold air sobers us up a bit by the time we’re sitting on the floor against my bed awkwardly.

“Um, I found a stash of my moms vodka my dad didn’t catch if you want another drink?” I ask and fidget with the bottom of my dress. His eyes track my fingers on my thighs and he mumbles out a quiet “sure.”

I run out of the room back downstairs to grab two cups, filling them with ice and cranberry juice. Next, I go into the pantry and look behind the five pound sack of flour and still sitting there, a tad dusty, is half a handle of whipped cream vodka. I pour some in each drink and take the cups along with the bottle back upstairs.

Noah has moved to now sit on my bed, his head against my headboard. “I missed your room, it smells like you” he says softly as I hand him the drink.

“Yeah, well hopefully by that you don’t mean you miss my BO. I’d have to call you out for that one” I try to joke and diffuse the awkwardness. He chuckles and takes a sip of the drink. “This is good. Um, butno I don’t mean you’re BO. It just smells good. Like you”

I smile and take a sip of my own drink. “Thanks then, I guess”

We drink in comfortable silence finishing our drinks and refill the cups with another shot of the vodka. There’s not as much cranberry hiding the flavor but the sweetness of the whipped cream in the vodka is pretty easy to get down. The closeness, the renewed alcohol in our systems brings me back into my warm drunken state.

“How have you been Natty?” His eyes are downcast, not risking seeing the pain that flashes in my eyes at his question.

“I’ve been better, but Maggie has been helping me. Nick texts me sometimes, I should be better about responding. How have you been?” I ask, but I keep my eyes fixed on him.

He lifts his head and meets my gaze, “pretty shit without you to be honest, I shouldn’t have ended it like that.” His words are soft and lure me in.

“But you still would have done it?” I ask and take another sip, easing the nerves creeping up.

“I should say yes. I think you deserve so much more Nat. You deserve everything, attention and support and no drama.” His fingers trail from resting beside him to tracing the hem of my dress and I chug down the rest of the cup and set it aside. “What is life without drama?” I ask and fight against the urge to lean forward towards his warmth.

“A life free of sadness and anger?” his voice is melancholy and I feel my heart cracking again.

“Those come with life regardless. They are unavoidable for everyone.” Like an invisible force field shatters, I place my hand delicately on his shoulder, “you brought much more into my life than sadness and anger” I whisper to him, afraid of putting so much of myself out into the open but, the effects of drinking seem to have broken down my boundaries.

“You brought everything into my life” Noah replies and moves swiftly capturing my lips in a firm kiss and I instantly melt into him. Scrambling I slot my things on either side of him and tangle my hands into his hair. His hands grip my waist and move to squeeze my ass and bring me even closer. “Noah, Noah, I need you” I whimper in between kisses and he slides his hands under my dress and squeezes my flesh.

“Fuck, Natalie. I missed you so much” he says into my neck as he kisses up and down. He reaches around and unzips the back of my dress and lets it fall down my arms and around my waist.

He unhooks my bra and I rip his shirt over his head. Instantly he’s on me again, lips kissing and sucking at my skin causing me to squirm and grind down onto him feeling the hard length of him.

He flips us over and pulls the rest of my dress down and staring down at me with burning desire. My head is spinning but I refocus on the feeling of Noah pulling down my panties and trailing a path of open wet kisses towards my soaking wet core. At the first touch I buck off of the bed and a sinful whine escapes my lips.”I missed the way you taste” he moans out. And even with his mind clouded with alcohol he is a master with his tongue and I squirm in pleasure. When he adds a finger my body writhes in pleasure as I fall apart in a cry of ecstasy.

“More Noah, please. I need more” I beg and he stumbles to unbutton his pants, not even all the way off his legs before he’s sinking into my warmth. “Oh Natalie, you feel perfect. You’re everything, so good. Fuck” he moans as he begins to move his hips back and forth causing sparks of white to appear behind my eyes and the glorious feeling of being filled completely.

We’re a tad uncoordinated and unbalanced due to the alcohol but we eventually set a pace that’s causing us both to catch our breaths and moan in tandem. Noah’s hand reaches down to press against my clit and I set off into a second orgasm. My inner walls clenching around him and causing him to lose himself and spills deep into me.

“Fuck.” He gasps out and rests his head against my stomach as we both take a moment to catch our breath.

“Yeah, you can say that again” I respond half asleep.

Noah rolls off and onto the stop next to me, crashing onto the pillow and we pass out wrapped tightly together.

Hours later with the morning sun leaking into my room I groan, wiping the sleep from my eyes and while moving to sit up feeling the arms around me I am reminded of the actions of last night.

I reach over to my phone that is almost dead on my nightstand and I see I have missed texts.

Maggie: ims o drink!!! I’ll call u tmorw LUCV YOU 1:36am

Kyle: staying to make sure my boys get home safe, I’ll be back home tomorrow afternoon. Happy new year nat! 12:45am

“Shit” Noah grumbles as he slowly rises and sees the state of the two of us. “Um..how are you feeling?” He asks cautiously. I shrug “I feel tired, nauseous but also hungry? And my head is killing me” I say to him, “you?” He has his face in his hands before looking up at me. “I’m okay. I'm just- I’m sorry about last night. That was stupid” his voice is pinched and he’s throwing his legs over the side of the bed pulling his pants quickly back on and running a stressed hand through his hair. “What? What are you talking about Noah?” I demand, pulling the blanket higher to cover myself. He pulls his shirt on next and let’s put a harsh sigh. “Sleeping together, that was a mistake.”

That stings. “A mistake?” I whisper, “so you don’t even want to try and make this work?” I ask with agony clear in my voice. “You’re just going to leave? Again?”

“I shouldn’t have come over here last night, it’s not fair to you Nat. I can’t be what you deserve right now and I can’t ask you to wait around for me. I'll just complicate your life” He finally looks at me and there’s nothing I can do about the tears falling from my eyes.

“If that’s how you feel I’m not going to beg you to love me. Just go Noah. Leaving is apparently something you’ve mastered” I don’t care about the spiteful nature of my words. I just roll back over facing away from him as he finishes gathering his things and heads out of my room and out of my life again. I go back to sleep for a few more hours. I don’t cry until I’m showering off the makeup and sweat from the night before.

Kyle gets home and doesn’t ask when he sees my red rimmed eyes just gives me a side hug and tell me it will get easier.

Maggie texts me again later in the afternoon.

Maggie: YOU LEFT THE PARTY WITH NOAH?! Girl! SPILL NOW! 2:35pm

Natalie: Come over? We can have a girls night and I’ll tell you about it. Just understand that I don’t want to ever hear the name Noah Sebastian again. 2:37pm

muawh muawh ! kisses kisses ! I know it hurts but just trust the process....

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aerkame · 1 year ago

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Any advice on how to break out of an insane long art/writing block? My minds been going crazy with ideas, yet my hands say “Nope! lol!” Mode for some time.

I absolutely hate art blocks they're the worst. I've had some that lasted for months on end, sometimes a whole year so I'll give what advice I can to help you break out of this funk. 👍

Important bits are highlighted.

I suggest changing up your drawing environment for a bit, declutter anything on your desk or drawing spot, clean anything that could be in the way. Sometimes a change in your environment can help you feel less stressed. Cluttered spaces can change how we behave and it can also mess up our thinking process without us even noticing it so give that a try. (This applies to studying and doing homework as well!)

If you can, go to a new location and just try relaxing. Try going to a park, a colorful part of a city, a zoo you never went to, or even just walk around a neighborhood. This works similar to the above advice with changing your environment.

Write down the drawing idea you had for later and sketch something else lazily, do not put effort into the sketch, just feel and do whatever. After that, practice SKETCHING (sketching, not drawing, this does not need to be perfect or a masterpiece or a final product of sorts) parts of your desired drawing idea. Do this until you feel yourself being more comfortable.

RELAX! A lot of times when I start to feel an art block coming on mid-drawing, I notice my hand and face is not relaxed. If you feel yourself gripping a pencil/pen hard when drawing, take deep breaths in and out and relax. Drawing with your hands gripped is a sign of stress and art should be relaxing, not a stressful chore.

This follows up on number 4. Try lightly exercising. And I emphasize lightly. Especially if you are not someone who regularly exercises (remember to stretch before). Do something to get your heart going just a little bit. Sometimes doing this helps relives stress you may not be aware of and it also makes you feel more loose and energetic afterwards. This is because your body will release endorphins (the hormones that make you happy) into the body after exercising. Along that, make sure you're hydrated. No really, drink water.

SLEEP WELL! Make sure you are taking care of your body by getting enough sleep.

Draw out of your comfort zone. Try to start practicing on drawing things you are not usually used to drawing. Your Kryptonite basically. Personally, my kryptonite is cars and mechanical things.

That's all I can think of for now. If I think of more, I will reblog this with the attached new list.

You may or may not be confused on why I am focusing so much on the body and not actual drawing part itself. The thing is, art block is both a mental thing and physical thing that results from stress, exhaustion, or other factors you may not be aware of that can be helped (usually). An example? When I'm busy with college or when I had my first job last year I was so stressed out that the very idea of getting out my graphics tablet and drawing made me feel like I didn't want to draw anymore. I lost interest in doing something I really like. The same happened when I was in a STEM high school. I was too stressed out to pick up a pencil and draw.

You need to make sure your brain is stimulated and relaxed before you draw and after you draw and that can be done through exercise, new changes to the environment, or simply just trying new things with art. Your brain is in charge of so many things and that includes how you're feeling, so do what you can to take care of it.

#art block #art block help #art #art help #art advice #art tips #studying

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gyokujyn · 30 days ago

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Catch Up Tag Game

Tagged by @bromcommie

Favorite color: Purple and green are the boring answers. Octarine, a yellow-ish green-ish purple color only visible to wizards and cats, is the nerdy answer. I really like things with opalescence and play of fire is probably the most accurate answer.

Last song: That I listened to or that I sung?

I last listened to True Love by P!nk because I have been beta reading Vanity Fair and I always listen to the fanmix I put together for it while I beta to get myself in the right headspace.

Last song I sung was... omg, I don't remember... Ros said something and it reminded me of a song so I started singing it at em in retaliation for earworming me but now it's gone...

Last book: I am just about to start Akata Witch by Nnedi Okorafor, but I've been just about to start it for like 6 months now because I am so burnt out. I honestly am not sure what was the last book I read because it's been so long... Maybe the Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin? Or Amatka by Karin Tidbeck?

Last movie: Took the kiddos to see Minecraft a couple weeks back. It was exactly the movie I should have expected from Jack Black and Jason Momoa.

Last TV show: Rewatching West Wing for the billionth time. Although, I will say that I finally finished Agatha All Along and I wish it had been as good as Tumblr had me expecting, but it was just the okayest.

Sweet/savory/spicy: What's your favorite season (and why)? Fall because I enjoy harvest activities, Halloween, the general weather, spooky times, etc.

Last thing I googled, or duckduckgo’d—duckduckwent?—looked up: Patroclus. Like, from the Iliad. I was absolutely certain his name was spelled Patrocles and I had to Google it to prove myself right wrong, apparently. I've been pronouncing his name wrong my whole damn life and no one told me.

Looking forward to: Being in a place to start writing/making art/generally being creative again. I've been burnt out for a while now and pushing myself to keep going has just made things worse, so I'm taking a long and very unhappy break and trying to let myself recharge and not judge myself for failing to be "productive." Spoiler: it is not going well.

Current obsessions: other than my same old shit, I don't really have anything going on right now. For the first time that I can think of, I don't have a single money-sink hyperfixation of the moment.

Favourite crisp: What’s your go-to comfort music/song/playlist? I listen to a lot of trip hop, alt, folk rock, pop punk, and downtempo. I like just about any kind of music with funk roots and I love mashups, both in the traditional sense of two or more songs remixed together but also things like Post Modern Jukebox and anachronistic covers of songs.

Last song you sang out loud: The one I mentioned earlier, but honestly that kind of thing happens all the time here. One of my kids is coming down with a cold and we were trying to figure out if he needed to go to Urgent Care and the youngest (6) started belting out Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger ("I'm not sick but I'm not well") which started us all singing. Later on, there was an argument about closing the door (so as to keep germs contained) and everything devolved into a P!atD singalong. Unscripted musical numbers are a regular occurrence in our home.

The last book I opened: Physically? A Hat Full of Sky by Sir Terry Pratchett. I just finished reading it to the kiddos last week. Now we're reading Animorphs #8, but it's a digital copy so no opening required.

Earbuds, headphones, or nothing? Do you get more caught up listening to music by yourself, with friends, or in a crowd? I'm not sure I understand the context of the question, but if there is music with lyrics, I will not listen to you because I have fallen victim to the Siren's call, regardless of where I am or what I am supposed to be doing. I can read, game, etc. and listen to music, but my ears only have bandwidth for one input at a time.

Last place I went to other than home: Heathen Easter with friends last weekend, I think.

A colour that looks good on you: Baby shit green. I can't help it, it goes well with my complexion and brings out the green in my eyes.

Last trailer you saw: Probably Thunderbolts*? I don't actually watch a lot of media, honestly.

Anybody wanna play?

#somehow I accidentally saved this as a draft instead of posting it #so it's from... a while ago #it me #me af #tag game

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bloomeng · 10 months ago

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hi! i read your vent post about your art and obviously i'm just an anon so take what i say with a grain of salt but personally i think you're being very hard on yourself because, as someone who has loved your art since before the magical girl series, it's still as beautiful as ever. that's not to say that perhaps the experience of creating isn't becoming harder or more nerve wracking, but from an outsider's perspective, your art still feels deeply cared for and incredibly done. i see all of your art and think each one is amazing no matter if it's looser or more rigid, as you say (as a viewer, this wasn't something i noticed but maybe i wasn't looking) because it still comes across as amazing. continue creating in a way that makes you happy and confident in your abilities or take a break if you need but know that we think everything you make is a masterpiece

Thank you I appreciate both the sentiment and that you took the time to encourage me. You’re absolutely right that I tend to be overly hard on myself. I was just having one of those days. Perhaps one of those weeks. I try not to be too negative or self deprecating online a) because it’s really not good for anyone and b) it points out mistakes that viewers might not have even noticed before, but having so many people invested in this au gets to me a bit because I don’t want to do anybody’s fav dirty. Your kindness is greatly appreciated because it did snap me out of my funk. I’m glad my work still comes across as “deeply cared for.”

#asks

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ifhymona · 1 year ago

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٭* Not Too Late *٭

Chapter 4 | chino moreno x reader

chapter 3 ~ chapter 5 | ao3

1.6k words

a/n: !! PLEASE READ !! the chapter is going back to y/n and chino’s argument, in case anyone is confused !

chino’s pov:

she turned around and walked away. that hurt. i stood there for a second thinking to myself. i remembered telling her those things but i also dont. at the time, i was more focused on the fact that she told me to break up with her. my mind kind of blocked out what i said. it hurt even more when a week later she cheated on me. i hated that she was right. that she knew something i didn’t.

when i walked back inside, the guys were all huddled around the door acting like they weren’t listening.

i looked at them and they looked at me. “you heard her!”

“she didn’t mean it though, right?” stephen asked. i stood quiet with my eyes on my feet. “right?” he exclaimed.

“did you guys hear everything?” they all looked at each other and nodded. i sighed. “she meant every word she said.”

chi spoke up. “you should go home chino. we’ll all meet back up in two days and check in, alright?”

i was grateful towards chi. despite my actions, he was still my friend when i needed it.

i nodded and we all packed up at went home.

here i am watching star wars for like the millionth time. star wars always helped me feel better when i was in a funk. no matter how many times ive seen it, it will always be my favorite. i even still use a star wars lunch pail anytime we go to a venue in case i get hungry.

but this time, it wasn’t helping me the slightest bit. all i could think of were y/n’s harsh words.

“you’re the most selfish person i know and i want nothing to do with you.” i repeated her words back to myself. “i mean how could she say that? we used to have so much fun together. she aint’t no saint either. what about that one time we all went to the skate park and she didn’t even talk to me. not once. she was only talking to ethan smith. she knew how much i hated ethan too.”

who am i kidding? what i did to y/n was way worse. i just couldn’t stand the fact that she was right. that she basically predicted the future. when i discovered cassandra with another dude, it felt as if my world was crumbling apart. i had lost my girlfriend and my best friend.

i thought i loved cassandra. she was the first girl to ask me out. every guy has a phase where they’re obsessed with their first girlfriend, that’s just how it goes. but after i found her cheating, i slowly grew a resentment towards her. i didn’t understand why i was even with someone like her. but now, i’m neutral about her. that was just a dumb high school relationship. but with y/n it was different.

when i broke up with her, i found myself waiting for y/n’s call for hours hoping she would put everything aside and things would go back to normal. but it never came. i missed y/n more and more. but i couldn’t believe that she had just left so easily. like we didn’t a past together. i didn’t like her like that. i just needed a friend.

after graduation, i stopped seeing y/n less and less. eventually, i started moving on from her. then i got with the band and life has been great. that was until she came back in the picture to be our assistant. when i seen her name in that paper, i didn’t wanna believe it was her. but it was. now i feel like i’m going crazy over her.

i stood up to go smoke a cigarette since star wars wasn’t helping me. i stood on my balcony still trying to erase my thoughts about y/n. but i couldn’t help feeling like an asshole.

my mind kept going back to the memories we used to make. like when we shared a PE class sophomore year and we would always talk and joke and mess around.

or when i snuck into her art class to see her but got kicked out after we started laughing too hard.

or when i would go to the bathroom and would pass her class walking back to mine. i would wave to her through the window and somehow she noticed me each time.

she always had her hair down and it was long and thick but naturally flowy. she would always tuck her hair behind her right ear. i always liked it when she would do that. i don’t even know why i remember that.

i wanted to apologize. but the more i thought about it, the more i realized how much of a bad idea it might be. i missed y/n and i was stupid enough to lose her. what if she really did want nothing to do with me? what if i went to her house and it ends up backfiring on me? what if i apologize and she doesn’t accept it? what if i lose her for good? i needed to give her some space.

me and the band were practicing a new song that we had just came up with. but the whole time, i wasn’t feeling it and you could hear it in my voice too.

“okay stop stop stop.” chi shouted. “what is up with you today, man? your voice keeps cracking dude and i miss your little whiny voice.” he said sarcastically. i smiled but didn’t respond.

chi walked my way. “is it really that bad?” he said while holding my shoulders. i nodded.

chi sighed and told everyone, “let’s take 5.”

me and chi sat down on the couch and he asked “is this about y/n?”

“yes. i’ve just been thinking about what she told me and i never felt like this much of an ass before.”

“look man, you need to snap out of it. why don’t you just say sorry?”

“because i’m scared that if i say sorry, she’ll think im lying and never wanna talk to me again.”

chi bursted out laughing. “i love you chino but sometimes you’re such an idiot. if you and y/n have a past and you know that what you’re saying is genuine, then i doubt she’s never gonna wanna see you again. you need to man up and say sorry before it’s too late. plus we still need an assistant and the band has been lacking without her help so you need apologize either way. so go and talk to her right now because we need her.”

chi was right. i’m glad i had someone like chi to keep me in check.

after skating for 15 minutes, i had finally arrived at her house.

when i knocked on her front door, her mom had answered.

“is that camillo moreno?? i haven’t seen you in ages! how have you been?”

“hi mrs. l/n. i’ve been good, just got busy with my own life i guess.” i shrugged. “is y/n here?”

“yes but she hasn’t left her room in days so good luck with her.” she sighed.

i didn’t realize how badly i had hurt her. hearing her mom say that made me feel worse. but this wasn’t about me.

i knocked on her door. “leave me alone!” y/n shouted. i walked in anyway.

her room was a mess. there were clothes everywhere but luckily no old food plates.

“jeez this place is a mess.” i teased.

“go away, chino. didn’t i tell you i wanted nothing to do with you?” i knew i was right. this is going terrible already. i should just leave.

but i didn’t want to. i needed to fix this. “you did but since im so selfish, im gonna do what i wanna do.” i joked.

no response. i knew i shouldn’t have said that.

“oh come on, y/n. ive been thinking about what you told me and.. i’m sorry.”

no response. i needed to get her back into my life. i need to tell her how much she means to me.

i sat down at the foot of her bed. “you’re right. it was selfish of me to expect all those things from you. at the time, i thought cassandra was my everything. despite all the bad signs, i only payed attention to the good ones. i guess i was just so caught up with cassandra that i failed to realize i had lost the most important person in my life, you.”

she sat up. her hair was tangled and greasy. her eyes were glossy and red. her nose was stuffed and she had eye bags. but despite all that, she still looked beautiful.

“jesus you look like shit.”

“yeah i wonder why camillo!” she shouted at me.

it went silent. “you have every right to be mad at me. but there’s no reason to leave the band.” i looked into her eyes. “the band hasn’t been the same without you and the guys really miss you. they keep reminding me that i screwed up big time and that i needed to fix it.” she laughed. how much i had missed her laugh.

“y/n, i really am sorry about everything.” we stared at each other. “you know, i will admit that i did miss you a lot. like a lot a lot.”

she smiled. “me too camillo.”

i hugged her. not only because i thought she needed it but also because i needed it too.

“how did you even get in anyway?” she asked.

“i hopped through a window.” i smirked.

she punched my arm. “ow! your mom had let me in, you jerk.” we both fell into laughter.

i love being around her. she’s my best friend. i missed laughing with her like this and i will do everything to make this friendship last.

a/n: please leave a like and a repost if you enjoyed todays chapter !! chapter 5 will be out next week. lots of love <3

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theradicalscrivener · 1 year ago

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The Shocking Adventures of Lumen - Part 6

(art by CBL_art on twitter.)

Lumen is starting to realize some drawbacks to his new size. After hours of flying across the desert, he is exhausted and sweaty. He just wants to get cleaned up and take a nap, but that's much easier said than done. Sometimes you just need a helping hand... or a couple GIANT helping hands.

... I'm gonna get in so much trouble for the dumb pun in this chapter.

(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)

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Lumen wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a long sigh. He had been at it for nearly half an hour, and he still had barely even managed to wash a quarter of the surface area. Even soft, his schlong was pushing three feet long, which would be an impressive member even for an ogre, but on the pint-size pixie, his cock was nine times longer than he was! And that didn’t even factor in the sheer girth of his shaft, nor did it take into consideration his massive nuts! With the magic of druidcraft, Lumen had managed to fasten a sponge to a stick which gave him a much longer reach, but he was still trying to scrub a schlong that was the size of a train car!

Lumen was already getting exhausted. He just wanted to wash the funk from his body and take a nap, but he knew that he was just going to get dirty again during the laborious process of scrubbing his schlong. Part of him said he should go ahead and wash his body, take a break, and then focus on washing the rest of his package once he had time to catch his breath, but his muscles were aching from the sheer effort of not just washing the bottom third of his shaft but also from dragging his immense meat this far in the first place!

Lumen had made great time while flying. Thanks to his control of the air currents around him, he could really zip along, but he could only travel in short stints. After twenty minutes or so, he would be so winded that he’d have to stop and catch his breath. He probably wouldn’t have had to worry about getting run so thoroughly ragged had things not gotten so out of control when he was fooling around with the barkeep back at the oasis, but there was no use worrying about what had already happened. It wasn’t like Lumen would agree to reducing the size of his dick even if the opportunity presented itself! He loved being huge. Having to carry a schlong that weighed several times more than his body was only a minor inconvenience. If anything, the sheer amount of effort it took to hoist such an immense package got Lumen even more excited every time he took off.

Lumen flopped back onto his sack and let out a contented sigh as he stared up at the clouds floating by. If only he could be as big and buoyant as the clouds. A mountain sized mass that could float endlessly through the air.

As Lumen’s mind wandered, his already immense shaft began to harden and swell beneath him. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched as his fat cock stiffened and thickened. Even as just a chub, his humongous cock felt fantastic. The sheer mass of his enormous cock, which dwarfed his body by several degrees of magnitude, made the pleasantly plump sensation of his semi so intense that his mind started to feel foggy from the intensity of his own bliss.

In some ways it was a shame that he was so tiny and his dick so huge. There was no way he’d be able to play with it by himself, but the amazing sensation of his colossal cock swelling hands free more than made up for it. Even when he wasn’t horny, the sheer weight of his cock and balls and the sheer size of his bait and tackle got him so incredibly giddy.

Lumen once again laid back and propped his head under his hands and watched the clouds go by. His bath would have to wait a while longer. For now, he just wanted to rest his muscles and bask in the sensation of his super-sized semi floating lazily in the pond water beneath him.

Lumen had no idea how long he was lazing about. He was so contented that he drifted in and out of consciousness while he soaked up the sun and the pleasant sensation of his chubby, but eventually a sound caught his attention.

Lumen could hear splashing near the edge of the pond. He once again propped himself up on his elbows and glanced towards the direction of the sound. It didn’t take Lumen long to spot the source of the noise. Standing beside the pond was an impressively large figure. Lumen tilted his head curiously as he watched. He had never seen a creature like this before, but he had heard stories.

The new arrival was taller than an orc but a good deal slimmer. The blue furred body had dense, lean muscle packed onto its towering frame. The otherwise humanoid face had a wide, flat, cow-like nose and had similarly cow-like ears drooping from the sides of its head.

This had to be a firbolg – a distance relative of Lumen’s kind. It was hard to believe that two creatures who were so wildly different could both be considered fey, but faeries and firbolg both had their origins in the fey realm. Although… given the range of sizes in the spiders Lumen had encountered since he had begun adventuring, perhaps it wasn’t that unbelievable that two creatures, one four inches tall and one closer to ten feet tall, could be closely related.

That said, taxonomy wasn’t first and foremost in Lumen’s mind at the moment. The massive creature was wading into the pond and had its eyes locked on Lumen. Although… perhaps it would be more precise to say that it had its eyes locked on Lumen’s cock.

The creature didn’t seem to even notice the tiny fairy that was floating atop the three feet of phallus. As far as it could tell, the enormous member that floated in the middle of the pond was completely detached from any owner.

Lumen was tempted to stay hidden and see what the firbolg had in mind, but he figured it was probably best to nip this in the bud. After all, he didn’t know what the firbolg’s intentions were. The massive creature seemed to be eying Lumen’s meat curiously, but Lumen wasn’t sure if this creature knew to abide by the ‘look but don’t touch’ rules.

Lumen focused his thoughts on the firbolg and projected his words into the firbolg’s mind. “Hold on,” Lumen said in sylvan, the language of the fey.

The firbolg stopped in its tracks and cocked a head curiously. “Who is there?” Came the reply to Lumen’s query.

The firbolg spoke its reply aloud. His deep, melodic voice was so powerful that Lumen could feel the vibrations in his chest. The firbolg did not seem to be aggressive. If anything, his tone of voice sounded amiable albeit curious.

“You’re looking right at me… well… part of me. Look lower… a little to the left… ok… right there…” Lumen projected to the firbolg. He guided the firbolg’s gaze up along the length of Lumen’s impressive shaft up towards the tiny figure that sat nestled between the enormous nuts. Once their eyes met, Lumen gave the massive, blue-furred creature a welcoming wave.

“How did this come to be?” The firbolg asked. “Is this some curse? I do not believe it to be the waters. I have lived here for years and have not sensed any foul magics.”

“No. No curse. I actually quite like how I am,” Lumen replied.

“Strange… is it not a hindrance?” the firb asked. His eyes once more glanced along the length of Lumen’s shaft, but this time he seemed less worried and more intrigued.

“It can be, but I’m learning to manage,” Lumen replied.

By this point, the firbolg had waded out far enough into the water that he was now standing directly beside Lumen’s soft cock. The firbolg was impressively large especially by Lumen’s standards. He was so tall that his feet could touch the bottom of the pond and the water only came up to his chest. The firbolg leaned in and looked intently at the tiny figure that was riding the raft-sized schlong. The giant was so huge that even just his face completely dwarfed Lumen’s body. Even just the ridge of his wide, cow-like nose was longer than Lumen was tall.

“How strange…” the firbolg murmured as he eyed the fairy’s tiny body intently.

“Are you still talking about my… you know…?” Lumen asked.

“This energy you have…” the firbolg mused out loud as he continued to eye the tiny fairy intently.

Lumen suddenly started to feel incredibly uncomfortable. The firbolg had leaned in even closer and was now so close that Lumen’s could feel the breath coming from the firbolg’s cow-like nose. The firbolg was now looking directly at Lumen instead of Lumen’s enormous cock, and yet somehow, it felt like he was no longer looking at Lumen at all. It was like he was looking past the tiny fairy or through him!

“Uh… A little personal space?” Lumen asked nervously.

“It is much like the essence of the spirits… the spirits of the storm… how curious…” The firbolg commented to himself. He leaned in even closer. Now he had to rest a hand against Lumen’s shaft and another against Lumen’s sack to steady himself.

Lumen was not comfortable with how the firbolg was staring at him, and yet, his cock twitched to life in spite of him. The firbolg’s hands were surprisingly soft. The giant’s huge, warm mitts felt fantastic against Lumen’s enormous semi. However, the firbolg’s gaze was so unnerving, that Lumen was having a hard time enjoying the feeling of the giant’s hands on his cock and balls.

“Could you cut it out!?” Lumen asked, this time more forcefully.

The firbolg didn’t seem to be paying attention. He was too focused on whatever this energy was that he was muttering about. The firbolg was now leaning in so close to Lumen that the brass ring hanging from the firbolg’s nose was now dangling dangerously close to Lumen’s head.

“This energy… It’s the same as the elemental spirits of the valley, but it has suffused this creature. Could it be the cause of this growth?” He muttered to himself.

Lumen was more than a little peeved by this point. He gritted his teeth and focused his energy inward causing his body and package to surge outward in every direction. Lumen was suddenly eight inches tall instead of the usual four and his cock surged from three feet to six! Yet despite his sudden surge in size, the firbolg was still fixated on Lumen’s aura rather than the fairy himself. The firbolg readjusted his position to account for the rapidly expanding dong, but other than that seemed to not even notice Lumen’s growth.

Lumen stared right up at the firbolg and reached up and grabbed the ring dangling from the firbolg’s nose. At Lumen’s new size, the nose ring was the size of an oversized door knocker. The brass ring fit so perfectly into the palm of his hand that it seemed like it had been made just for him. While Lumen gripped the brass ring in his hand, he summoned up the elemental energy that the firbolg seemed so fixated on and focused it onto his hand.

“I said! Cut! It! Out!” Lumen shouted.

Right as the words escaped Lumen’s lips, a surge of electricity arced through his hand and into the firbolg’s nose ring. The shock traveled up the brass ring and straight into the firbolg’s sinuses. The firbolg was so shocked, literally and figuratively, that he immediately jumped backwards from the now enormous floating cock and balls.

The firbolg steadied himself and rubbed his numb and tingling snout. “That was incredibly rude of me,” he said apologetically.

“Yes. It was,” Lumen replied.

Lumen couldn’t bring himself to look the giant in the eyes, but this was not because Lumen was upset with the guy. When Lumen had enlarged himself, he felt the giant’s hands dwindling against the fairy’s massive shaft and balls. The feeling of growth was exhilarating and caused Lumen’s obsession to rear its head. Lumen was now flying past half-mast. He just hoped that the giant didn’t realize how worked up Lumen had gotten. Fortunately, the firbolg also seemed to be averting his gaze.

“I do not see many people out this far. I have forgotten my manners,” the firbolg explained sheepishly.

“It’s fine… and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have zapped you… I just get really antsy when people treat me like… well, like an object…” Lumen replied.

“Is that something that happens often?” The firbolg asked.

“Too often…” Lumen replied.

“I see… I have indeed been incredibly rude,” the firbolg said apologetically.

“I said it’s fine… just… don’t do it again, ok?” Lumen said. He then paused for a beat, let out a sigh and released the magic that was making him larger. Lumen quickly reverted to his normal size. There was a slight tinge of longing as he shrunk back down, but Lumen knew that he wasn’t strong enough yet to maintain that size full-time.

After a moment of staring out at the length of his enormous stiffy, Lumen took a deep breath and raised a tiny hand out for the giant to shake. “We should start over. I’m Lumen,” the fairy said.

“I am called Phinneas,” the firb replied.

The giant firbolg reached out a hand. He was so much larger than Lumen that Lumen could only grip the tip of the firbolg’s pointer finger.

“Nice to meet you… so you live out here?” Lumen asked.

“For the past few months, yes,” Phinneas replied. “I have lived in this valley for years, but I travel around. I’m a… what is a good word for it. A student of the natural world? I came here to commune with the elements and study their role in the world.”

Phineas stared out into the forest surrounding them. For a moment he seemed to forget that Lumen was there and was instead just soaking up the natural beauty around him.

Lumen waited a moment for the giant to finish his short meditation and then said, “You seemed super keen on me there for a minute.”

“Indeed. You have the same aura to you as the elemental spirits I have communed with, but you are not a spirit,” Phinneas explained.

Lumen rolled his eyes and replied, “Yeah. No.”

“So, then what are you?” Phinneas said. The question didn’t seem directed at Lumen. It was more like he was thinking aloud.

“I’m a fairy…?” Lumen replied.

“Indeed… But the few fairies I have met did not have the same energy that you do.” Phineas said. He took another moment to ponder the situation. Lumen rolled his eyes but waited patiently for the giant to once more emerge from his mind palace.

Lumen didn’t really understand what Phinneas was talking about. The firbolg seemed fascinated by Lumen’s “aura” but Lumen didn’t really see why it mattered. Eventually, when it seemed like Phineas was ready to listen, Lumen responded, “I have, like, storm magic. Is that really that rare?”

“You tell me,” Phinneas replied. “Is this common where you are from?”

Lumen thought about it for a moment. He had always had these powers. Although, he had never had the reason or opportunity to flex them until recently. Others in his village also had limited control of wind and lightning, but Lumen could not recall a time when anyone had done anything more than simple cantrips or parlor tricks.

“I don’t know. Maybe?” Lumen replied with a shrug.

“Hmm… You should meditate with me,” Phineas said after another long pause.

“No,” Lumen said flatly.

“No?” Phineas sputtered. He was clearly taken aback by how quickly Lumen shot him down.

“Look. I know you mean well, but I’m tired and sweaty and I really just want to finish my bath,” Lumen sighed.

“Oh! I did not realize. I have been truly rude, haven’t I?” Phineas sputtered.

“It’s fine. I was just relaxing between phases, anyway,” Lumen said with a casual wave.

“Between…? Explain,” Phineas said.

“I’ve got a lot of ground to cover,” Lumen explained and gestured towards the expanse of his massive cock that was floating in the middle of the lake. Lumen had reverted back to his normal size, but even still, Lumen’s enormous shaft was almost as long as the firbolg’s arm and as thick as the firbolg’s chest.

The firbolg once more looked down at the massive cock and balls that were floating in front of him. It was like a lightbulb clicked on in his brain. Somehow, he seen the enormous mass of flesh floating in the water, but he had not realized the implication until now. His blue face suddenly turned a shade of indigo as the blood rushed to his cheeks.

“Oh… Oh my…” Phineas murmured in awe.

Lumen didn’t need telepathy to know what was going on in the firbolg’s face. The towering, blue giant was going on an extended face journey as the reality of the situation steadily dawned on him.

“Did… did you really not realize that that was my dick?” Lumen asked.

“I did not,” Phineas replied.

“I can’t… what did you think…” Lumen tried to say, but he was having a hard time stifling his laughter.

“It’s mostly underwater! I couldn’t make out the shape! I thought it was an alligator or something similar! Then I saw that you were grafted to it and didn’t know what to think!” Phineas protested.

“Grafted!?” Lumen asked between laughs.

“Yes. Many monsters use small creatures like you to lure unsuspecting travelers,” Phineas explained.

“So, I’m an angler fish, now?” Lumen giggled.

“No. You’re much too big for that,” Phineas replied.

Lumen completely lost it at this point. He flopped back against his nuts, grabbed his sides, and howled with laughter. “It’s attached to my crotch!” Lumen cackled.

“I didn’t… I didn’t look that closely at… there… That would be rude…” Phineas stammered.

“You’re so worried about being rude, and yet you’re still gripping my dick,” Lumen said between laughs.

“I… Oh… Oh my…” Phineas murmured as he looked down and realized that he was still resting his hands on the fairy’s enormous shaft.

“Relax. It’s fine. It’s fine. It feels kinda nice, to be honest,” Lumen said. By this point his laughter had mostly died down, but his sides still ached.

“Still. I should have asked…” Phineas replied.

Lumen waved him off. “It’s fine. You didn’t know,” he said.

Phineas stood there a moment just staring down at his hands which were still resting on Lumen’s thick shaft. His face grew a deeper and deeper shade of purple as the gears turned in his head.

Lumen raised an eyebrow and looked up at the giant. The silence was beginning to become awkward. Lumen had half a mind to snap the firbolg out of whatever trance had overtaken him, but right before Lumen could say anything, Phineas spoke up.

“How about… what if I helped you?” The giant asked.

“W-what!?” Lumen yelped.

The giant and the fairy just stared at each other in stunned silence as they both processed what Phineas had just said. Phineas looked mortified.

“You said it yourself it would be a lot of work to handle by yourself,” Phineas explained awkwardly.

Lumen couldn’t help but smirk. Now that the giant had been knocked out of turbo-nerd mode, he was actually kind of cute.

“Say I did let you help me…” Lumen mused out loud. He glanced up at the firbolg to see how Phineas reacted to this before he continued on. Phineas seemed a little excited which just made Lumen struggle to suppress a giggle. However, after a dramatic pause, Lumen continued.

“If I did let you help me, do you promise to be on your best behavior?” Lumen asked.

“Of course! … but what does that mean?” Phineas asked.

“It means, no prying about spirits or sensing my aura or reading my palms or whatever weird stuff you were trying to do!” Lumen said.

“Oh. Yes. I can do that,” Phineas replied.

“Good. Then we have an agreement!” Lumen said.

There was a lull in the conversation as both participants looked at each other. It seemed both were waiting on the other to make the first move. Eventually, however, Phineas spoke up.

“I have something that may help,” Phineas said as he took off the small pouch that hung around his neck like a pendant.

“Hmm?” Lumen asked while eying the pouch curiously. The pouch itself was almost as big as Lumen was, but in the hands of the giant firbolg, it looked comically tiny. It didn’t look like it could hold more than a pair or dice or some coins.

“It’s my herb pouch. I keep incense and the like,” Phineas explained.

“I thought we agreed none of the meditation crap!” Lumen protested.

“No! That’s not my intent. Some of the herbs have other properties as well,” Phineas explained.

Lumen watched skeptically as the giant’s fingers rooted around in the pouch. The giant had two whole fingers plunged into the tiny pouch, but the pouch didn’t seem to be reacting to the intrusion. No doubt this was a bag that was much larger on the inside. It was hardly the first time Lumen had seen this trick. It was a common enchantment. In fact, the dao had given Lumen a very similar container when they had parted ways.

Phineas reached in and grabbed a pinch of powder from the bag. He sprinkled the sparkling dust around the water. Suddenly, the water began to bubble and glow. Steam rose from the now heated water, and the earthy scent of the pond and the surrounding moss soon gave way to warm, floral scents of mint and lavender.

“Scrubbing is fine, but a little soap goes a long way,” Phineas explained.

Lumen breathed deep of the pleasant aroma. The warmth of the perfumed steam filled his lungs, and the warmth of the heated water soothed his massive cock and balls.

“You’ve got to teach me the recipe,” Lumen said as he slumped contentedly back against his enormous, floating nuts.

“It’s an old family recipe, but I could share it with you when we’re done,” Phineas said.

“Mm…” Lumen murmured.

Lumen felt the tension leave his muscles almost instantly as the steam and scents soaked into him. He knew he was stiff from all the flying he had done, but he didn’t realize just how sore he was until now. Trying to maintain balance while swinging around a meat stick the size of a support beam was hell on the core!

Lumen was shocked when he felt Phineas grip Lumen’s wrist between his massive thumb and pointer finger. Yet, despite the enormous size disparity, the giant was as gentle as could be as he lifted Lumen’s arm up and gave the tiny fairy a good lathering across his chest and under his arm.

Lumen was surprised. He had expected Phineas to dive straight in and start on the fairy’s enormous cock, but Lumen wasn’t complaining. The fur on the ‘bolg’s fingers was short and soft which made it feel like Lumen was being scrubbed with a warm, plush washcloth.

Lumen sighed contentedly as the giant’s fingers rubbed the suds into his skin and massaged his sore muscles. Phineas hadn’t so much as grazed Lumen’s cock since he had started washing the tiny fairy, but Lumen was still already flying at half-mast. He wasn’t even particularly horny. The combination of the soothing scents and the relaxing massage made him feel so blissfully content that his dick just started to swell up in response. It was like a lazy afternoon semi which was the best kind.

It didn’t take long for Phineas to finish scrubbing Lumen’s tiny body. Lumen let out a disappointed murmur as Phineas’s fingers left his body, but his disappointment was quickly replaced with excitement as the firbolg’s strong fingers began to kneed the suds into the fairy’s swollen sack.

Lumen’s boulder-sized stones were massive even to the giant. Each enormous orb was easily three times larger than Phineas’s head! Yet, Phineas did not seem deterred. He threw himself wholeheartedly into the task of scrubbing and massaging Lumen’s enormous nuts.

Lumen reclined in the valley between his two enormous, floating nuts as the giant went about his business. The massage felt so fantastic that Lumen continued to softly murmur contentedly under his breath as the firbolg went about his task in solemn silence. By the time Phineas was nearly done scrubbing Lumen’s sack, Lumen’s cock was fully hard.

Occasionally, Lumen would steal a glance at Phineas’ face. The look of intensity and excitement on the giant’s face was surprisingly endearing. Phineas was clearly trying his hardest to remain on task, but it was obvious that he was enjoying this as much as Lumen was. The giant’s dick was well below the water, so Lumen couldn’t see it, but Lumen was sure that Phineas was well on his way to having a stiffy of his own.

Soon, all that was left was the main event – the shaft itself. By this point, Phineas was blushing so intensely that the bright red of his skin bled through his thin layer of fur giving him a deep, plum color. He was clearly still trying to act like he wasn’t enjoying this, but the blushing and the furtive glances he stole at the pre-dribbling slit of Lumen’s now fully rigid cock gave him away.

Lumen shuddered in anticipation as Phineas placed a hand on either side of the fairy’s rigid shaft, but his anticipation gave way to surprise when, instead of stroking, Phineas began to drag Lumen’s cock along with him. Lumen sat back and watched intently as Phineas slowly waded towards the shallower section of the pond with the fairy’s massive schlong in tow. Soon, the water was only up to Phineas’s midriff then only up to the giant’s waist.

Lumen cocked an eyebrow and smirked knowingly as the giant’s rigid shaft poked up from beneath the water. Phineas’s cock was as blue as the rest of him but with a cute, pink tip. The giant’s rod was completely soaked in sudsy pond water, but even so, Lumen could tell that he was leaking a decent amount of pre in anticipation of what came next.

Phineas knelt down and wrapped his arms around Lumen’s fat shaft. Lumen suddenly felt like he was in a cart steadily ascending a steeper and steeper track. As the giant stood back up, the tip of Lumen’s cock was lifted higher and higher into the air until it stood vertically. Instead of reclining against his massive sack, Lumen now found lying atop them! As Lumen stared up at the apparent redwood between his legs, he could see the firbolg’s powerful arms wrapped around the shaft and the firbolg’s face smirking down at him from above.

Lumen’s cock was huge even for the giant. Now that it was fully hard, the fairy’s enormous rod was even thicker than the giant’s torso! Phineas’s dick now dug into the underside of Lumen’s sensitive cock and pressed against his sack and the tip of Lumen’s puffed-up cock head pressed against the giant’s chin.

Lumen shuddered and writhed as he felt the giant’s powerful arms stroke up and down the fairy’s massive, trembling shaft. The soft, sudsy fur on the giant’s chest and abs massaged and scrubbed the sensitive underside of Lumen’s fully boned cock.

Lumen was already in heaven, but his whole body suddenly tensed and his cock lurched as he felt Phineas’s wide nose and thick, cow-like tongue pressed against the sensitive flesh of the fairy’s cock head.

Lumen shuddered with bliss as Phineas licked the tip. The way Phineas was using his entire upper body to stroke Lumen’s massive shaft. The way Phineas’s tongue lapped at the tip of Lumen’s dick. It all felt so fantastic. It was so amazing that for a moment Lumen almost considered giving up his quest to get even bigger! After all, how would he get this level of bliss if he outgrew even the largest races’ ability to stroke him off!

But that moment of hesitation was fleeting. As Lumen laid back atop his own balls and stared up groggily at the massive spire that rose above him, Lumen once again felt his desire to get even bigger well up within him. That cock looked so huge and so fantastic. It looked massive next to even a firbolg! What would it look like next to one of the smaller races!

Lumen continued to writhe and whimper with bliss. His cock felt fantastic. His cock looked fantastic! It was like a dream come true! Everything was so amazing that he could barely hold back his need to cream.

By this point, Phineas had ditched all pretense. He was every bit as horny as the tiny fairy. Phineas could feel the fairy’s massive cock shuddering in his arms. He could feel the enormous shaft bucking and lurching in his arms. The warmth and scent coming off of Lumen’s fantastically huge cock was intoxicating. Even the taste of Lumen’s pre against his tongue was maddeningly hot. The towering firbolg let out a grunt as his cock lurched and spurted cum against the underside of the fairy’s massive shaft, but he didn’t let his own release distract him from finishing the task which now loomed before him. Phineas continued to stroke and scrub and lick and grind against Lumen’s massive, shuddering rod. The fairy’s tiny voice cried out in bliss.

It wasn’t long before Lumen finally reached his limit. The fairy’s enormous cock bucked and lurched so hard that Phineas could no longer keep it wrangled. Lumen’s dick broke free of the firbolg’s grasp. Lumen cried out as spurt after massive, gooey spurt of spunk shot straight into the air and crashed down around them. Thick, heavy wads of spunk splashed down and mixed with the sudsy water of the pond.

It wasn’t long before Lumen and Phineas were thoroughly soaked in the fairy’s spunk, and yet Lumen kept cumming. Again and again, his nuts tensed, his cock lurched, and a huge spray of jizz arced into the air. The ropes of cum arced so far into the air that they splattered against even the upper canopy of the surrounding trees.

By the time Lumen’s climax finally began to taper off, a thick layer of spunk coated much of the surrounding earth and foliage. Lumen was left gasping for breath as he floated atop his own enormous package. Lumen was so overwhelmed by the afterglow that he was only vaguely aware that Phineas had slumped over and was now clinging to Lumen’s now deflated rod like a clump of flotsam after a shipwreck.

Eventually Lumen came down from the afterglow and even managed to catch his breath. He gazed groggily over at the giant that was now draped over the fairy’s enormous, soft cock.

“I think… I’ll need your help getting cleaned up again,” Lumen said between gasps.

“Indeed…” Phineas replied.

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