how about ... 14! and either xion or namine ... or both even
you find shelter somewhere in me,
i find real comfort in you
[ID: a digital drawing of xion and naminé from kingdom hearts. the background is mostly transparent, with a purple splatter with straight edges and three white lines on the lower half, which they seem to be sitting on.
they are beside each other in mirrored poses, inner legs slightly behind the other. naminé's eyes are closed and her shoulders are tense. xion's mouth is slightly open and her only visible eye stares down at the middle, where their hands are intertwined. /End ID.]
This current stop on Yingxing's journey to the safe harbors of home was proving to hold both highs and lows for him. The highs included the strange kinship he felt with a world that had been practically halted in time for so long and was only now starting to try and keep pace with the rest of the universe. The lows were... well, it was mostly just the cold. He did not do well with cold, and so his mood remained a little... strained, and he was itching to keep moving, as soon as he was able to scrape together the funds for the next leg of his travel.
He rubbed his hands together, shivering somewhat miserably, as he wandered the streets of the Underworld, keeping a sharp eye out for scrap metal he could repurpose and sell within a few days. But then, his eyes suddenly fell on a passerby with much more familiar facial features than he would have expected in this place. Certainly, this was someone from the Xianzhou, or an associated system... but more so, Yingxing felt as if he had seen the man before, even just in passing. An old client, perhaps, or the acquaintance of a friend?
Yingxing halted in his steps, waiting until their eyes met, and raised a hand in greeting. "Any advice for a poor, sheltered Outworlder on how to survive this cursed cold?"
“Ex- oh.” There’s a few owlish blinks before the spider smooths himself over, looking a little less like his appearance had been seasoned with GangBang. This one looked… fancy. “Heya, handsome. Ain’t get a lotta fellas classy lookin as you. You lookin’ for a good time?”
Billie Joe Armstrong art a most wondrously noble bicon. Green Day art absolutely wondrous, noble anon who I knowest. They deserveth a literary award, they art beyond even mine writing. And bvbd fucking slaps.
ghmgmf hiiiiiiii im here for big warm heavy clicky egg propaganda and how they'd stretch wombs to fit more in the next clutch, the bliss of laying them and stretching out a previously tight egghole, maybe even in public, cooing and cumming around their sheer girth -drippyeggslut
fucck yes, big eggs, big clutches, struggling to waddle along with the sheer weight and stretch, moaning and gasping as you lay... having them put in at full size or just feeling them grow inside you... big heavy shelled eggs are the ultimate best tbh