#Cute Stupidly Fat Tail

[simon-newman]

Day 350.

2023-03-16.

Character - Tomimi.

Series - Arknights.

Artist - Weifengbing

[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, handcuffing

fem reader

Think about being a bleating little bunny hunted down by two big bad wolves…

Your fear tastes so good – layered thickly in the air – so sweet in their mouth it’s almost painful how hungry it makes them – seeped and soaked and stained on the bed where they keep you collared and leashed for their own personal use.

You drive them both wild with your aroma and all your cute little struggles where you try so adorably to shove them away and crawl out of their reach. It’s never any use, and yet you still try despite being so stupidly small beneath them – so tiny it only takes one of their hefty hands to have you completely overpowered.

But they’re as sweet as they can be – as sweet as your smaller body allows them to be when it so obviously isn’t meant to take their thicker fatter meaner cocks in its petite little holes – prepping you on tongues and big fingers until you’re as loose as you get before stuffing you with something that’s always going to be too big for you.

They have to tie your hands to something – where despite them being fruitless in their effort, they can become bothersome to leave free – often attaching them to the loop in your collar, so you keep them to yourself all cutely while they mark you with their fangs – making you into a pretty artwork with coarse fingers rubbing your perky little nipples into sore nubs.

You’re really just too cute; it’s cruel – looking up at them with those adorably big eyes and that button nose wrinkling on each little sniffle when you beg them to let you go. Lop-ears sadly framing your face – so soft in their hands and so sensitive it makes you bite your lip all preciously each time they give them a little nibble.

You sob under their touches – knees shaking – as one of them laps at your clit with a bearded chin tickling your puffy pussy-lips, gnawing some on the swollen flesh while slurping your hole. His thick and eager tongue paints through your slit again and again and again on an unrelenting repeat – similar to the eager tail whipping behind him – swallowing all your juice down – growling ferally at the maddening taste while your thighs sweetly tremble around his jaw.

Your other predator bites on the plump of your ass, leaving spotted rings in his wake. Cupping your buttcheeks – fully fitting in the palms of his mighty paws – he cards his claws into the fat and spreads them wide open for an attack on that pretty tight little ring hidden between them. You always whine so sweetly for him – your cute fluffy cottontail doing a little dance while he circles your rim with his tongue – warning you of what’s to come later in the day when he’s finally had the taunt hole fully stretched and as ready as it gets to take his fat knot.

He moans into you while thinking about it – about your cute bunny butt swallowing his meat and being blown full of his thick creampie. Going livid at the mere thought alone – his cock bobs impatiently against his happy trail while he forces restraint upon himself – knowing how if he tries splitting your poor little butt on his pole now, he’d most likely tear you in two.

Instead, he amuses himself by prodding the pretty hole with the tip of a very special golden carrot – fresh batteries turning your rim numb while he slides ring after thicker ring inside you until you close around the tuft of golden leaves at its end. Tugging on his cock impatiently, he places his head – fluffy pointy ear-down upon your belly – listening to the drums echo inside you as he turns the vibrations up high enough to feel it through your skin. 

Of course, he wants to make sure that his precious little bunny is prepped and ready before subjugating you to a good butt-fuck – being kind enough to satisfy himself with your mouth until then – making you cry and choke around his thickness, swallowing his cock down your tight throat until your little nose burrow in the dark curls around his base – watching the pretty furrow between your brows beg for air as your eyes roll back and turn white with desperation.

He lets you suck his balls as mercy once you’ve choked him down long enough – to the point you’ve lost your pretty voice – gripping one of your lop ears, he holds it tightly by the base – thinking there's nothing cuter than spitting on your chubby bunny-face while you dizzily comfort yourself by nuzzling his sack so sweetly. 

Your pussy is left alone after it’s made swollen by a handful of orgasms, but not before the abuser slaps his handiwork with a grin. He wipes his chin off your slick, then grabs your other free ear – messaging the softness as he pulls your mouth off the other’s sack and onto his cock – fucking the pocket of your cheek while you sob from their rough handlings – fearing they might just tear your poor ears off.

They both stand above you as you kneel for them by their feet, lolling your teary lips against their heavy balls – groaning as you give them all sloppy, open-mouthed kisses as they fight for space in your tiny mouth – telling you to beg for the cum stored inside while you slide you pink little tongue over them until they drip with your drool. Then, making your lip and mouth the spine of their shafts, sliding both fat manhoods between your plump lips until making you take one head at a time, licking the slit clean of slaty precum.

But more than childsplay with their cocks on your cute face, they like propping your other two holes – make you moan and cream on them – entirely obsessed with fucking you full of the two of them – pushing in so deep, they have you screaming and shaking in uncontrollable spasms as you clamp down hard around them.

It feels extra sweet when they fuck you at the same time – feeling the other through the wall separating the holes – timing their thrusts – pushing in until completely sheathed down to the base, bottomed-out with their knot swelling up inside you, pumping you full of hot cum before sloshing out – leaving you panting and twitching.

Both holes fluttering around their absence – they inspect them to see how good they have your little bunny-holes stretched – grinning at the sight of both entrances gaping for them as though they can’t wait to be taken by their big dicks – both chuckling deeply when seeing how much of their cum your tightness pushes out before they fuck it right back inside you again – completely mesmerized by the big belly bulge the two of them are making in your tiny body – taken and riveted by the thought of breeding you despite knowing that it would be impossible for you to carry either of their pups. 

None of it keeps them from emptying the full value of their balls inside you for the umpteenth time – both of them slobbering at your neck while messaging you with big hands on your tits and hips, hissing out carnivorous desires your feeble constitution doesn’t understand before they sink their teeth down hard into the soft flesh of your vulnerable neck – claiming you as both their pretty little prey and silly little mate.

BNHA – EndMight, EndHawks, BakuDeku, KiriBaku, DabiHawks, ShigaDabi

JJK – Toji x Shiu, SatoSugu

HQ – Miya twins

DS – DouAka

HxH – HisoIllu

[frogchiro]

In reference to your other post: Wolf Hybrid!Ghost taking the reader from behind, his mind clouded with lust as he mounts them, lining up his thick cock before stretching them open. He can't help but look down at where they connect, seeing their hole stretched thin over his cock and making him mutter a teasing "Awww... biiig stretch" under his breath, lips pulled into a pleased smirk as he goes to pound town.

I literally came tf did you put in this ask

Wolf dog hybrid!Simon who, if able to, would mount you all the time and not let you off of his dick, his large knot keeping you tied to him and the pointy tip of his lengthy cock leaking and spurting his fertile sperm deep in you :((

Remember that he's huge! Build like a shit brickhouse, broad, burly shoulders, bulky arms and legs, a nice healthy layer of fat on his tummy making him seem even larger and his fluffy tail and pointy, fuzzy dog ears on top of his head only complete the look. Whenever he drapes himself over your smaller, soft body and grinds hips strong hips against you you always loose your balance a bit and whine at him to please not put all his weight on you, you'll break under him!!

But Simon just snuffles and makes a chuffing noise as he pushes his nose right under your jaw to inhale your scent, his fluffy tail wagging like crazy behind him; he wouldn't admit it but he always gets so stupidly happy whenever you're near. His mate is close and all he wants to do is to nip and tease you, herd you away and then mount :((

Imagine Simon thrusting his hips without abandon, so fucking turned on and horny, low growls escaping his maw as he listens attentively to your whines and whimpers and he can't help but smirk at the delicious sight of your poor, swollen pussy stretched open so wide to accommodate his large, heavy cock, his swollen tip hitting against your battered cervix and he almost howls at the feeling of being so so deep in you :(

Si would smirk and slow down his insistent thrusts to a slow in and out and using his thumbs he'd spread your cunt open to see his length stretching you to your limits and it's then when he growls a nasty:

"Aahhh would you look at tha'...Biiig stretch lovie'

And you're both speechless and embarrassed at the same time :(( He threw your affectionate words you use when you find Si particularly cute back at you when you're stretched wide on his dick :(( He's so mean :((

[sems-diarie]

If we're talking about self ships oooh boy do i have alot☆♡☆ i actually have several for bnha! right now tho since i'm currently majorlyy suffering from deku brainrot♡ i'm focusing on my cowgirl daisy. She's just me (cute and fat) with cow ears and a tail! My brain can't decide if i want her to be a sweet wife that deku comes home too or if i want her to be a pro hero so they can be one hell of a power couple☆! Either way we're that stupidly in love couple that is either suuper lovey dovey or suuper horny

oh, he’s foolishly in love with you. ridiculously. maybe stop fucking in his office and go on patrol???

[echoes-of-realities]

sacred texts on post-it notes

Just a short fic because I work the next seven days and was inspired by The Worst Day at Work I’ve Ever Had.

Title from “Taste” by Sleeping at Last

[Read on ao3]

Santana had a shitty day at work; one of those days were everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.

It started out awful because Brittany left for work before Santana woke up so she didn’t even get to see her wife in the morning, which always makes her even more grumpy than normal. It was stupidly-sticky-hot even at seven thirty in the morning and Santana’s shirt was already sticking to her lower back by the time she started her shift at eight. But that was only the beginning of one awful thing after another; she got screamed and honked at for walking on the sidewalk (though that was a pretty normal incidence in Santana’s daily life so it didn’t really affect her mood, New York’s like that), the cook was late so Santana got the pleasant job of informing all the in a hurry patrons that they’d have to wait, she got yelled at by a grumpy old man for giving him cutlery with water spots, the dishwasher broke down right in the middle of the lunch rush and they had to waste time hand washing everything, patrons got frustrated by the slow times and left awful tips, one of the other waitresses was training and the new hire ran bucket-of-dirty-dishes-first into Santana and broke a bunch of plates, another waitress called in sick so they were short staffed and Santana only got to take one of her breaks, some dumb volunteers for the Sunday afternoon entertainment shoved knives at her blade first and shallowly sliced open her right palm (which was honestly more annoying than painful), the waiter on the shift after hers came late so she had to stay even longer, and, to top it all off, when she bent down to pick up some crayons a kid dropped while she was leaving a bowl of soup fell on her head.

The only good thing about her day will be coming home to her wife, who would pout sympathetically and wrap her into the hug Santana so desperately needed. All she wants to do is go home and take a hot shower and get the remnants of tomato soup out of her hair, and then spend the rest of the evening cuddling with Brittany.

Except, when she gets home, there is no sign of her wife. Brittany worked this morning but had the rest of the day off, and she should have been puttering around the kitchen and making supper like she always does when she’s home first, except the apartment is empty. There’s no quiet music drifting from the kitchen, no pots and pans being moved around on the stove, no scent of spices filling the apartment, no creaking floor under dancing socked feet, and no hey honey called through the apartment followed by a welcome home kiss. The only sign of life is Lord Tubbington wandering into the front hallway at the sound of the door slamming shut behind Santana.

“Hey Tubbs,” Santana says as the cat winds himself around Santana’s ankles, licking at the soup staining her pant leg, “Where’s our girl?” Lord Tubbington tips his head back and meows up at Santana, and Santana just rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know how you operate. Food first, answers later.” Santana drops her keys and wallet and phone on the kitchen counter as Lord Tubbington follows her for his supper, purring the whole way because he knows food is coming. “You’d be the worst protector in the world if someone broke in here,” Santana continues conversationally, “I doubt you’d even lift a paw to save us.”

Lord Tubbington just meows his agreement and waits impatiently for his supper. “Here you go, you dumb cat,” Santana mutters fondly. She turns and surveys the kitchen; Brittany’s coffee cup and cereal bowl are still sitting in the sink, but there’s a pile of mail on the table that wasn’t there this morning. Santana flips through the pile, sorting them into flyers and bank statements and bills to pay. Tubbs crunches his food loudly behind her, his tail twitching in happiness as he stuffs his face. Santana runs a hand through her hair but cringes as she hits the crusty, dried soup; she had tried to rinse some of it out in the bathroom before she left, but eventually she just gave up. Back in Lima, when she was insecure and scared, she would have never ever dared to show her face with soup dried in her hair, but here in New York, comfortable with herself and her life, she knows that she won’t even be the strangest person on the Subway today.

She groans and crosses the kitchen for her phone, intending to find out where her wife is and whether or not she has time for a shower before she comes home, when bright green catches her eye. There’s a frog shaped Post-it note stuck to the kitchen breakfast bar (because Brittany thinks they’re much cuter than the boring yellow ones, and who is Santana to argue with that logic), the sharpie words large and looping and familiar as Santana picks it up. Went to pick up something for supper, the note reads, Be back soon wifey. Love you, xoxo.

Santana can’t help but smile at the note; even though Brittany isn’t even home right now, she still somehow manages to turn Santana’s whole shitty day around. Santana carefully presses the adhesive strip back into the counter and grins at it again before heading to their bedroom. She strips by the hamper, careful to make sure she doesn’t drip any of the day’s awfulness onto the carpet, and drapes her work clothes over the edge to deal with later before heading for a much needed shower. She spends longer than she usually would under the hot spray, washing away the day, and when she gets out she feels refreshed and human again.

Warm spices fill her nose as soon as Santana opens the bathroom door, and she can hear Brittany puttering around the kitchen now, closing cabinets and jiggling cutlery. Santana sheds her towel and pulls on a pair of sleep shorts and one of Brittany’s university hoodies; the sleeves fall down past her fingertips, but it’s soft and comfortable and it smells like Brittany every time she breathes in. Santana takes a quick detour back to the bathroom to throw her towel back onto the shower rod, because Brittany being annoyed at her for leaving another wet towel on the carpet would be just icing on a really terrible cake.

Lord Tubbington meets her at the bedroom door with a haughty yawn. Santana sticks her tongue out at him as he struts into their bedroom, making himself comfortable on his cat bed. Santana loves Tubbs, but she doesn’t feel the least bad in banning him from the bed; though it actually has less to do with Santana being strict when it comes to him and more to do with him being really fat and the bed being to high for him to jump onto.

Santana heads to the kitchen, pausing in the entryway and leaning against the wall with a soft smile. Brittany is dancing around the kitchen, humming along to the radio in the corner, doing that cute little butt wiggle that means she’s happy and relaxed. The source of the delicious scent is the chilli simmering on the stove while Brittany tidies up the kitchen, one of Santana’s favourite comfort meals, especially when it’s Brittany who’s making it. Brittany catches her out of the corner of her eye and her face stretches into a warm, radiant smile, her blue eyes sparkling and her freckled cheeks scrunched up; despite living in New York, the June sun still freckles Brittany’s skin the same way it did when they spent their summers living in their backyards from sunup to sundown back in Lima, and the familiar sun-speckled smile makes Santana fall in love with her all over again.

“Hey honey,” Brittany greets as she crosses the kitchen to Santana, and Santana melts with all the warmth of a kitten curling into a sunbeam.

“Hey, Britt-Britt,” Santana murmurs. Brittany leans in to kiss her, and Santana’s hands fall to Brittany’s hips; she softens and tension she didn’t even realize was in her shoulders and back fades away under Brittany’s gentle ministrations. Brittany kisses her for so long that all of Santana’s annoyance at the day completely fades away until all that’s left are lips on hers and arms around her shoulders and BrittanyBrittanyBrittany. Everything, all of the irritable customers and frustrating staff and hot soup on her neck, simplifies and fades and Santana melts into Brittany’s arms.

Brittany kisses her until Santana pulls back, and then she kisses her even more, peppering kisses across her mouth and chin and cheeks. “Hi,” Santana whispers.

Brittany giggles and kisses her again. “Hi. How was your day?” she whispers back, her voice sweet and welcoming; she sounds like home and everything good in the world.

Santana groans and buries her face in Brittany’s chest. “Awful. But it’s better now.”

Brittany runs her hands over Santana’s back, one hand rubbing soothing circles on her lower back and the fingertips of her other hand probing underneath her damp hair and stroking the skin on the back of her neck, causing goosebumps to rise. “What was the worst part?”

Santana smiles as she thinks, running over the shitty highlight reel of the day; it’s a game they’ve played since they were little, where they always ask about the worst and the best parts of bad days, because Brittany always believed, even at about five years old, no matter how bad something is, there’s always something good in return. “The soup bowl that fell on my head,” she decides. The entire day was one worse thing after another, but the feeling of warm soup soaking her hair and slipping down the back of her shirt collar definitely takes the cake.

“Aww, honey,” Brittany coos, pressing soft kisses to Santana’s temple. “That’s why you took such a long shower.” Santana nods against Brittany’s chest and breathes in deeply, the familiar scent of coconut, honeysuckle, and jasmine soothing her; they’re all scents that Santana’s associated with home for most of her life, Brittany’s shampoo and body wash and perfume. “And the best part?” Brittany asks.

Santana doesn’t even need a moment to think about her answer. “Coming home to you.”

Brittany chuckles. “But I wasn’t even here when you got home.”

Santana shrugs and nuzzles further into Brittany, her fingers slipping under the hem of Brittany’s shirt and finding solace in her wife’s warm skin. “It was a really shitty day,” Santana admits, “But just the thought of getting to go home to you got me through. And even if you weren’t actually here, that note you left just reminded me that no matter how awful my day is, I always have you, in some shape or form, to come home to.”

Brittany makes a pleased noise and, when Santana draws back to look up at her, she looks like she can’t quite believe Santana’s real, shaking her head with a soft smile, adoring and bright. “You’re cute,” she says, “I’m so glad we made a home together.”

Santana leans up to kiss Brittany around her smile.

They eat their chilli curled together on the couch, watching Netflix and making fun of the plot and continuity and poor writing until Santana’s eyes are drooping and she’s dozing off against Brittany’s shoulder. Brittany extracts herself from Santana for about ten minutes to clean up supper. She returns to a barely awake Santana, and presses a kiss to her forehead before carefully moving Santana around so she can slip in behind her, moulding herself to Santana’s back and snuggling into her. Santana clumsily strokes Brittany’s forearms where they curl around her stomach, sleepy and soft.

“Love you, Britt-Britt,” Santana mumbles.

Brittany smiles into the mess of dark hair against her face, dropping kisses to Santana’s hairline. “Love you too, honey,” she whispers, but Santana is already asleep, her shitty day long forgotten in the circle of Brittany’s arms.

[angel-scythe]

Sheet of Ice : Chapter 06

I almost forget but I didn’t !!!

Here is my chapter of HankGav and I hope you’ll like it very much!

Thank you for your support!

As you know, you can smash my door |   °| or just keep reading!

Hank felt weird to be in this room and Connor felt weirder to be in a bed with fresh covers and they were well tucked around him. Cole’s stuff was still there but pushed away to avoid anything to be broken. Sumo was in the entry, waving the tail as he looked toward Connor who felt uneasy.

“What should I do?” the Android asked. He glanced toward the door.

“Just let him do… I guess I bit him a little bit too hard. Since he wanted to act for you and you touched him, he certainly started to see you as his child. Even if he doesn’t like being as such, he’s still what he’s… and he doesn’t have someone to take care. So… congratulations, Connor. You’re our son!”

“But he has you,” Connor said.

“Yes. But I’m his mate, not a baby.”

“I’m not a baby…” he muttered.

“You’re three months old,” he laughed.

Connor looked to the door.

“I’ll be happy to help but… I though he hated me?”

“He’s a bit harsh, it’s right, but he’s not mean. He’s just not like the others…”

“And you like that in him,” Connor smiled a bit.

“Yes. A lot. And when you came in the precinct, he’ll start his heats soon. He hates them and becomes bitter when they’re coming.”

“Okay.” Connor smiled when Gavin came in the room.

“Do you have everything you need?” the man asked. He went toward Cole’s stuff to move it with the greatest care.

“Yes, thanks to let me be there.”

He came near him and sat on the edge of the bed. He passed his hand on his hair.

“You probably don’t sleep so just do what you want to stay busy. Do you need books?” He saw Connor looking something and turned his head. “You want Sumo to come? Normally, he can’t stay in the room.”

“It’s okay. You did a lot for me already. Thank you. I know it’s a special place for you. You both.” He looked toward Hank.

“It is but I don’t want you to stay in the bathroom. It’s not good for you. I’m not sure so much humidity is good for you. I’ll ask Eli’ tomorrow.”

“I’m waterproof, don’t worry.”

“Okay. Have a good night, Connor.”

“Good night, sleep well.” Connor couldn’t help but smile when he got a cute kiss on his cheek.

Hank came near him and caressed softly his head before coming out the room. He let his ex-boyfriend, or boyfriend, closing the room and when he had done it, he took him by the waist, bringing him against his chest, kissing the mark coming a bit ugly because he was quite aggressive with him.

He lifted him but when Gavin passed his legs around his waist, the weight brought him backward. Quickly, the Detective threw his arms to prevent hem to fall, thanks to the wall. He, then, came down.

“Sorry.”

“It’s nothing. I’m not as strong as before.”

Gavin took his hand to bring him toward their room. Hank used to come here often, to take some clothes and to smell the perfume that never left.

“I’m sorry.”

The Detective reached the scar on his neck and Hank took his wrist, keeping his hand on his.

“No. Because Connor called you. It’s your day with Elijah, isn’t it?”

“Beware, you’re acting jealously,” Gavin teased.

Hank brought him toward the bed.

“Just a bit. I don’t want to share you.”

“I know. And, ya know, it’s everyday, now. The show was so popular they cast it every night and Eli’ still love it too much.”

“It still pisses you off?” Hank asked, unfastening his shirt. He sat in the bed and Gavin came near to him.

He took off his shoes and bent to kiss the tattoo on his chest. The man caressed his hair.

“Still is.”

Hank took his face between his hands and looked him right in the eyes.

“Don’t look me, sleep. You need to sleep, I’ll watch you.”

“You need to sleep too. Watch your face.”

“Pretty a mess, right?”

“You’re beautiful. And you need to rest.” Hank laid and opened his arms to him.

“If I say no… You’ll make me?”

“Gavin…” Hank sighed.

The Detective looked him right in the eye and the man forced him to lay against him. But this time, Gavin didn’t fight.

“I won’t apologize.”

“I know.”

“I had to. You’re mine. And I can’t bore the simply idea to someone laying in the bed I laid with you. Laying in the bed I made you mine so many time… the first time.” Hank started to kiss the mark. “If you pretend to be an Alpha, you must know that. The feel of territory. The need to prevent it from anything.”

Gavin pouted, not liking how the man talked to him.

“You let me give Cole’s room to the boy.”

“He’s our son. You bore him and you have the strongest need to take care of what touch our child. If you chose to give something belonging to our child to someone, I yield. That’s how it works.”

“Don’t give me lesson…”

A new kiss went on the mark.

“I…”

“Please,” Gavin cut. “I was well enough phcking humiliated.”

“Don’t feel it that way, please. I love you.”

“And I love you too but it’s phcking humiliatin’.”

“I didn’t mean too, you know it.”

“Yeah… It’s like… You want me back so you want me ready to yield to you. Just a kind obedient dog. I though you loved me because I was different.”

“I’m not different. That’s the problem.”

“You are… Hank, you’re amazing.” Gavin straightened a bit and put a kiss on his cheek. It felt weird because now it was almost shaved, hair having come back during the day. “I’m pretty sure you’re unique. Who will stupidly wait for the return of his lover? You. Nothing forces me to come back… Nothing forced me to choose you over Eli’.”

“You chose me over him?”

Gavin smiled, seeing him so happy for that.

“Yes,” he said against his lips. “Now, sleep. Go in a world where you can kick Eli’s ass without me stopping you,” he teased.

“Okay. But… stay?”

“I’m there.”

“And…”

“Yes?”

“If I go to AA, just to see, you’ll accompany me?”

“Yeah,” Gavin replied. He pressed a kiss against his lips.

“Thank you,” said Hank caressing his back.

He was glad to have him. While three years, his live felt empty, really empty and he didn’t have anything to stay alive except a lack of courage, or too much according to Gavin, and now… maybe he could go on.

He closed eyes and, having the man he loved on him, he hoped to fall asleep.

 November 19th 2038

 As it was seven hour exactly, Connor went out slowly of Cole’s room. He was waiting since a moment and was already dress up. Since he didn’t need to sleep, he just looked for information and observed the area. He didn’t move anything. He didn’t want to. He was too afraid to touch something he couldn’t.

Now, dressed, ready, he passed in the corridor, near Sumo. He then crouched to caress him softly. He put a kind smile on his head.

“Hello, you.”

The St-Bernard woofed happily and waved the tail.

“Connor?”

“Yes?” The Android got up and went to the kitchen where Gavin was cooking.

Soft smell came from there and melted to create a new one. It was almost impossible to know what exactly but that looked good.

“You passed a good night? The bed was good enough? What did you do, if I may ask?” Gavin was stirring the pan.

“Of course you can. I had a good night, I think. I worked on different case, just to do something. Tina’s case will be a success if her plan is followed, if you like to know. And, yes, the bed was good. Thank you again to let me be there.”

“Thanks. It was normal.”

Connor approached and looked the furnaces. On the fire, he saw crumbled eggs with tiny green bit, bacon, sausage and the percolator, just near everything.

“What do you think? Waffle, pancakes, quiche or egg muffin?”

“Pancakes?” the Android said.

Gavin wanted to take the percolator but he has a lot to do. He could melt quickly the ingredients but he must watch everything. And the coffee was almost finish but… something rummaged on his guts and he took care of the pancakes.

“Let me help, Detective Reed.”

“You can call me Gavin, ya know.”

“Okay.” Connor was surprise when he felt a hand on his hair.

Uneasy, not use to that, he took the percolator and poured dark liquid in a mug then added a bit of milk and two sugars. He gave the drink to Gavin whom thank him. The man took a sip and went back to the pancakes.

“You’ll eat all of that?”

“Of course, no. It’s for Hank. He’ll be up soon.”

“But Lieutenant Anderson doesn’t wake up at this time…”

“Well, I’m there so he will.”

“The breakfast looks yummy but quite rich?”

“Well, it’s a bit rich but he likes that and if you let him have something a quite fat, he’ll take vegetable and fruit you gave to him.”

“Oh… I never thought about that… I tried to push him to eat healthy but he didn’t want to. He wanted his cheeseburger everyday…”

“I let him have one per week. Two sometimes.”

“You seem to do great with him.”

Gavin looked a pancake as he started to turn gold.

“Well… It’s my role,” he said.

His tone was quite tense. Connor looked him, worry for him. He hesitated and, then, spread the arms.

“Gavin…”

“Yeah?”

“I…”

The man didn’t have turned toward him and Connor felt weird, awkward.

“Can I have a hug?”

“A hug?” Gavin turned the head toward him and saw the arms opened. He smiled a bit and took him against his chest, caressing his hair with softness.

First, Connor wanted to ask things but then, he decided he won’t. He didn’t want to hurt him. In fact, it was quite fine to receive hug from Gavin. Who could believe that?

“Feeling better?” the man asked with a soft voice.

“Yeah. Really better.”

Connor hesitated because he didn’t want to judge him or put it uneasy. Hurt him? Gavin wasn’t the guy he thought he was. Hank said it was because of the heat but, truly, the Android wasn’t sure. It was obvious, Gavin had a strong will and didn’t like to show any weakness. He seemed to truly want to install space between them. However… he could remember how Gavin acted when he said to him he has been removed from the case and needed to leave. He didn’t look happy and was quite neutral when he finally stayed. He did it for Hank because he didn’t know what to do anyway. Hank needed to be with someone he looked and he didn’t think a lot. Being with Hank seemed to be good.

“So…” Gavin flipped a pancake then caressed softly Connor’s hair. “You want to take care of the breakfast or wake up Hank?”

“At this hour?”

“Yep.”

“I can take care of the meal.”

“Afraid to wake up Hank?” Gavin teased.

“No! But I’ll be glad if you have another tip for me to take care of the Lieutenant. Since… You’ll not come again, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. But I’ll come back again, don’t worry.”

Connor couldn’t help but smile as he reached to take the spatula. Gavin let him take it and moved toward Hank’s room. Even if it was the start of Winter, the man was wearing only his boxer however, he had a long sweatshirt, the same that yesterday, on the back. So, it seemed he was cold after all.

The Android wasn’t really fond in love but as long as Hank and Gavin will end up happy, he will be too. And since he was alone in the kitchen now, he took a tiny piece and bacon, blow on it and called Sumo to give it to him.

Well… maybe it was for a reason if Gavin mistake him for the kid he needed to take care.

[elven-haven]

Camping was okay!  The camp site was ideal, right above a river and under trees, so I went to sleep listening to water running (one of the best things).  I did a lot of communicating with nature; sometimes you send a part of your spirit questing toward them, sense them out, and that interchange alone feels like a conversation, or shaking hands.  I wonder if they’d recognize me if I went back?

There was a butterfly that is one of the most beautiful I’ve seen, this dark velvety brown contrasted against the purest opaque white.  I was worrying when it appeared, and felt myself popped out of those thoughts instantly.  It was so lovely.  Mesmerizing. I felt myself smile stupidly. I hoped it would fly close (I hoped it would land on me), and it flitted near but then carried on its way

There were fat squirrels, and they ran so cutely… all floppy and lolloping with their tails bouncing along behind them.  One was a soft shimmery silver color and downright obese

Oh, but the stream… there were frondy plants and white flowers, and the water was crystal clear and musical, and vines hung from tall cedars, and moss and tender leafy things grew from the rocks.

The coolest thing of all though, was the sky in the morning.  I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.  The sky was an ocean of cirrus clouds, but in a cumulus formation, but SO high up and each puff SO tiny.  It was intricate and it coated the entire sky.  Holes were blown through parts of it by up-high currents, and a wave of it went on and on, passing rapidly, for 20 minutes or so.  I watched til the sky was empty, wondering

I mused a lot during the day, and asked the trees to help me gather and send healing energy.  I haven’t tried this before specifically so it was pretty cool that it seemed to be working.  Nature is happy to help most of the time, it seems.  Why is it so giving?  I do not know. <3

I did get a few pictures, I’ll have to post them when I get the chance.  

[simon-newman]

Day 199.

2022-10-16.

Character - Tomimi.

Series - Arknights.

Artist - Molyb

[jaybug-jabbers]

Top 3 Normal Types: Rattata - Girafarig - Audino

This list is excluding Flying types, because if I included them, all three would probably just be birds.

I genuinely like Rattata. I had pet rats as a kid. Rats are adorable and smart animals, and I like ‘em. And while Rattata are common and taken for granted, they are trusty. I’m sure everyone who played gen 1 had one on their team at some point. For all the flack they get, they’re good at their job. A flexible, versitile, loyal, all-purpose poke, with a bite that can easily be underestimated. For me, Rattata really are the top percentage of Normal types. 

Girafarig is a forgotten pokemon, which I feel is sad. An oddball experiment in Gen 2, it’s the only Normal/Psychic type there is (at least until SuMo’s  Oranguru). I always felt Psychic/Dark or even Normal/Dark would have made more sense, considering Girafarig’s dark ‘tail’ (which has a small brain of its own) and a number of Dark moves it learns. In fact, it’s been confirmed that  Girafarig’s beta design, which aimed for a more palindrome appearance, had Dark/Normal typing, which makes more sense. In any case, what we eventually ended up with is still a cool, unique design, quite funky and chimera-like, and I was always fond of the little guy.

Audino is a squishy pink thing with jellybean eyes, a whip-cream tail and nifty little curls by its elephant-like ears, and while some folks may say Jigglypuff or whatever is cute, I think Audino is way cuter. It’s perhaps best known for being rapid grinding fodder in Gen 5, because they give a buttload of XP when defeated. While it was great for grinding, it’s sad that such a thing be its only legacy. Audino falls into the tradition of fat pink pokemon things with stupidly high amounts of HP, whose design is to stall, wall, offer healing team support, and generally be obnoxous. It’s not my playstyle at all, and I don’t usually like pokes in that category, but eh, it’s an exception.

It was either stick it in the third slot or put Bidoof there, because I truly do love my non-electric rodent pokemon.

This is a repost on a new blog. The original post was on Feb 23, 2017.

[satire-please]

How Many Bros to Change a Baby?

Summary: I saw this picture and couldn’t help myself.  Besides we all need a little more happy Noctis in our lives after...that ending.

Noctis hates Nagas.

Even if he hadn’t been attacked as a kid by a Marilith, getting the injury that took out his legs for years, Noct still has extreme dislike for snakes that can’t shut up. Like, how could he not hate the long stretch of coil and scales? Or the face full of daggers that looks so human until the jaw suddenly unhinges to eat you whole?

But the creepiest thing has got to be the hisses of, “Where’ssssssss my baby?  What did you doooooo to my baby?”

Noctis hits the monster with a strong lightning spell or two. “We don’t have your stupid baby!”   

But the words don’t stop.

“Where issssss it? Give me back my baby!” The shriek almost makes Noct’s ears bleed.  

Most of the crew is poisoned in the dank pit of this sewer trap, so it’s up to Gladio and Noctis to buy Ignis time. The two blonds crouch in the corner as Ignis gives Prompto another antidote so he doesn’t faint from the toxin.

Bam. The Naga is strong and knocks Gladio to crash into the wall. She leans over the dazed man, acid spilling from her mouth. A green drop hits the floor, sizzling dangerously between his legs and Gladio winces as smoke rises from the spot.

“There is no baby!” Noctis shouts, drawing the creature’s attention.

The Naga jerks, straightening up to its tall and menacing height. Then, she lunges for Noctis.  He warps once, twice but the Naga’s range is wide enough to snatch him in her coils.

Well, this isn’t good.

Noctis gasps as the prison of hard armored scales tightens against his ribs.  His eyes go blurry as he tries to find a warp point, get a hand free, anything, but the Naga’s grip leaves no escape.

“I will have my baby.” The Naga inhales and spews a flood of ebony smoke right onto Noct’s face.

The last thing Noctis hears is a worried scream of his name. Then everything goes dark.  

Ignis almost finds it inspiring how quickly the monster was dealt with after the prince disappeared from view.

Gladio slashes the tail with a broad stroke and a furious roar: the berserker raining attacks down right and left.  Prompto takes out the eyes with unerring precision. The final death blow comes from Ignis himself when he realized the creature was vulnerable to ice.  The frost bloomed on the floor, even branching partially up the walls with the strength of the spell.

But crew didn’t wait for the Naga’s final death knell to fade before dashing into the space where Noctis had been last seen.

In the middle of the dungeon there was a pile the Prince’s clothes. The black fabric collapsing as the openings of collars and sleeves billowed out with rich black smoke. Ignis could only breathe again when he noticed a large lump in the center of Noct’s shirt move.

Thank the Holy Six. The prince must have somehow been transformed.

They are not new to the effects of being a toad, and it seems Nagas do favor turning one of their party into a frantic hopping thing at least once an encounter.

“Is he okay?” Prompto says, looking to Ignis, his eyes wide with concern.

“Probably, Gladio do you have a maiden’s kiss? I believe Noct may require one.” He starts reaching into Noct’s clothes to uncover the bump. It is best to fish his prince out.

“Tch, too bad we don’t have Lunafreya. In fairy tales doesn’t the frog prince get some?” He gripes, but he hands over the cure to Ignis.

Who’s so still it’s as if he’s petrified.

“Ignis?” Prompto questions.

Ignis pulls out the bundle and the other two gasp in shock. “I may have been incorrect about what exactly we’re dealing with…”

A piercing wail comes from the thing that Ignis reveals.  He cradles the crying, red-faced naked—

“BABY NOCTIS?”

“This is peculiar,” Ignis mutters. He’s never had to handle this type of situation before.

Prompto wildly gestures with his arms. “WE CAN’T TAKE CARE OF A CHILD!” he emphasizes strongly.   

“Hmmm.” Gladio ponders the kid. The brat still has a fluff of black hair and his wails stop at the wheezing sounds Prompto makes. It’s like he’s determined to be the loudest of the group. Not that Prompto needs any help. Noctis is a fat baby, though in Gladio’s very limited experience maybe all babies look like that. Maybe it means they’re healthy or something?

“I mean, a baby!” Prompto continues, even with Ignis balancing Noctis on his leg as he attempts to fashion some type of covering for the child. He decides to pull the T-shirt back over Noct’s head and knot together the shirt’s ends for the prince’s legs.

Prompto counts reasons on his fingers, “A baby sleeps all day, is a picky eater, is sulky and moody…” he trails off.

The men take a second to reflect on their prince’s behavior, at what exactly Noctis does everyday and start to feel their confidence come back.

“So….it’s like normal Noctis,” the gunman finishes.

Ignis stands, supporting Noctis on his hip while touching his chin. “Precisely.” How could Ignis doubt his own abilities?

Gladio just stares at the baby. Is Noct the size of a large or extra large cup-o-noodle?  “Well, either way we should scram.  This place isn’t best for the brat.”

“I agree, let us take our leave and find a way to return Noct to normal.”

Prompt picks up Noct’s stuff and the three make their way to the door. “Yeah we got this, let’s get out of here. ”

They, in fact, did not ‘get’ this.

Here are some pros and cons that Prompto forgot to consider.   

Pro: Noctis is fairly light and easy to carry.

Con: Their new battle strategy is Prompto booking it with Noct in whatever direction Ignis points while he and Gladio wail on anything that dares to follow them.

Pro: Noctis still loves to sleep.  And if you hold him, he’s actually a pretty good baby.

Con: You can’t put him down. Ever. He will scream the moment you try and Gladio has been carrying Noctis against his abs for an hour.  But whenever they try to switch or offer a crude sling for the baby, Gladio snarls at them to fuck off.

Pro: Noctis is a stupidly cute infant.

Con: Noctis appears to be about three months old… and is not potty-trained.

The moment they were first slammed with the smell, Gladio and Prompto turned to Ignis, their one and only hope.

“Just because I’ve been with the Prince the longest, doesn’t mean that has ever been a part of my duties.” Ignis sniffed glaring at the two. “No, if we are to get through this, gentlemen, then we must suffer together.”

In horror, Prompto looks to Noctis, and Prompto swears he’s evil because Noct takes one look at his face and sweetly giggles.

Later. Much, much later.

It’s been three days and still no cure for Noct. They’ve tried everything in their inventory and asked every outpost from Hammerhead to Lestallum. But nothing. Only coos and fawning over the little royal. Finally, after reducing their last source of information to making silly expressions for Noctis, Ignis decides it’s time to focus on buying necessary supplies for their new situation. A proper car seat since the Regalia is not safe for a child. Of course, Prompto and Gladio are determined to keep it when Noct changes back. Plus they need milk. Harvesting it from monsters tends to be tedious.

In addition, they are out of diapers.  

“Bro, I love you. I’d die for you,” Prompto hisses while he prods at Noctis little tummy, “But now I own you.  I own your soul, you hear me?  Anytime I ask for a favor, a photo, help with girls, help with Cindy, all I will have to do is say the word diaper.”

Gladio holds Noctis out of reach, shielding the child from Prompto’s bony fingers. “You know this stuff is handy if you do ever get lucky with a girl, Prompto. Chicks dig guys that are good with kids.”

It does seem to be true, especially in Lestallum as revealed by several adoring women. One of the older ones even said, ‘It’s good to see someone finally made an honest man out of you gentlemen.’ Apparently, it’s the status quo for the men to stay home and perhaps run the shops while the women get the real work done at the power generator. Someone’s got to bring home the bacon, right?

“I’m glad to hear such a mature statement from you, Gladio,” Ignis hands Gladio a bottle. It’s time for the Prince’s lunch. “Especially since you’re changing Noct next.”

“Aw, Specs, don’t be like that.”

“It’s only fair. Prompto and I have already had a turn attending to Noct’s needs.”

“Yeah!” Prompto yells.

“Alright, alright. Well, at least Noct at this size can’t get into much trouble.”

Of course, that’s when Baby Noctis decides this is the perfect time to warp right out of Gladio’s arms.

The gang thus decides to panic.

“Where’d he go?!” Gladio shouted.

“Noct? Buddy, Baby?????!!!”

“Over there!” Ignis points to an alley, several feet away from them.  He winces at the shape of the sidewalk as well as the trash almost leans over Noct. “Something must have caught his eye.”

Something turned out to be a shiny piece of sharp rock. “Get that out of his mouth, immediately!”

Prompto gets there first, hurriedly sticking his fingers into Noct’s drooling mouth, gross, so he doesn’t choke. Noct squirms in his grasp, whining over the loss of the object. He’s about to cry. Gosh, Prompto hates when Noct gets like this. Bouncing the boy lightly in his arms, he tries to stop the tantrum early.

“Shhhhh, shhhh. You’re a picky eater, remember, Noct? You don’t need that nasty rock.” The words are not enough to stop a shrill scream.

Well, at least things can get worse right?

A low drawl comes from Prompto’s left. “My, my. What an interesting turn of events.”

Oh. Come. On.

“No.” Prompto twists sharply, the action flipping Noct’s mood and making baby laugh. “No, no, no, no, noooooooooooooo.”

Just lounging against the brick wall like a creep, fedora tipped over one eye like the slimeball he freaking is; the chancellor of Niflheim slowly smiles.

“No. You turn around and go back from whence you came demon!” Prompto points further down the dark alley as if to give Ardyn ideas.

Oh, if only these fools knew. Ardyn’s smile grows larger, toothier. “It appears the prince has been met with an unfortunate, inconvenient fate.”

“That’s none of your business,” Gladio growls. He positions himself in front of the group when Ardyn takes a step closer to see the child better. The man pouts at the blocked view and Gladio sizes him up. He seems to be alone, but Gladio wouldn’t put it past him to have some guards in the awnings.

“True. But I could make it my business if you like.” The chancellor pulls off his hat to give a mocking sweeping bow. “You might find my services and information helpful in this regard.”

“I wonder if the empire is aware of how freely you are with your services…” Ignis crosses his arms, fingering the daggers at his hips.  “Either way I believe we must decline.”

“Such a pity.” Ardyn puts back on the hat and starts strolling away.  “If only I could change your mind.”

Prompto clutches Noctis to his chest a little harder. “Well you can’t, so go away.”

“Very well. Have fun trying to find Mother’s Breath for the dear prince~” The man singsongs as he waves a hand in parting. Then, with relish, he starts mentally counting down.

One. “No. Come on, the guy’s the worst. We can do this without him,” someone whines.

Two. “What? You wanna be changing Noct’s diapers for god knows how long? We have no leads, Picture-Boy.”

Three. “In all my studies I believe I’ve never come across this Mother’s Breath as much as I loathe to admit it…the chancellor’s Intel could be vital.”  

There is a loud groan, and Ardyn barely stifles a deep laugh. These poor foolish lambs.  

“Chancellor Izuna!” The shout is ugly, but will do. “We’d like to reconsider.”

“Wonderful,” Ardyn purrs. “I knew you would see it my way.

­­­­­Ardyn’s connections seem to pay off for the group once again. In hours he presents a location for the illusive Mother’s Breath. A cave probably filled to the brim with daemons, it’s opening covered with thick moss.

“Remember the flower is small and fragile. In the depth of the cave it shall almost appear to glow white.” The group sneers at the flourish Ardyn ends with. But Ardyn does them one better, he provides a fourth party member since Noctis is down for the count.

“You know if the chancellor keeps paying me to babysit you idiots, I’m gonna have enough to retire early.” Aranea flips up her helmet with a smirk as she eyes the three men and baby.

“Miss Aranea,” Ignis ignores the remark, pushing up his glasses. “If you will please just watch over Prince Noctis while we—”

“Nuh-uh. Just cause pretty boy makes a pretty baby doesn’t mean I want the drool daemon anywhere near me. And the job’s to babysit you, not the prince.” She places a hand on her hip daring the others to argue with her.

“But if you’re coming with us, then who’s—” Prompto’s question dies on his lips.  The group turns to glare at the fifth person that breaks into the most deranged smile.

“Why me of course.” Ardyn makes grabby hands, “Now, give me the prince.”

“How about a Hell. No.” Gladio touches his sword in warning.

“Now see here. Do you truly wish to bring the prince in this state into a dangerous situation?”

“You are a dangerous situation!” Prompt explodes.   

Ardyn motions to the cave, “I’m sure the monsters in there would be thrilled to hear that you would rather take your chances with them.”

The impasse only stops when Aranea pokes Ignis in the side, “Come on. My services are bought by the hour and you don’t want to put them to waste. We go in, grab the bloody flower, and then go our separate ways.”

Ignis scowls, but approaches the smug man. “I cannot believe we are allowing the chancellor of the country that destroyed our own to care for the prince. Our country’s future,” he stresses.

“Come now, I have always been straightforward with my intentions.”

“Bullshit,” Gladio mutters.

Ardyn pulls Noctis from Ignis with a little resistance. Noctis looks confused, lifting a chubby hand towards Ignis’ glasses. “Besides when I want the prince dead you will know.”

“That does not reassure me,” Ignis hisses, stepping forward, intending to reclaim Noct, but Aranea tugs on the back of his collar.

“Stop your motherhenning and focus on killing things,” she corrals the trio into the cave.  The three look mournfully at the prince in their enemy’s arms. “And, hey, if the chancellor does do anything, I’ll help murder him for free.”

“I am still not assured,” Ignis states as the prince fades from view.

“Tough luck, Sweetcheeks.”

Ardyn waits a few minutes, until the echo of their footsteps ceases, before nuzzling the child.  What a pleasure. The man looks at the child in sheer amusement at the irony.  “You do exist to give me new fascinating experiences, my dear prince. Who would have thought you would give me an opportunity to be paternal?”

The child is so small. Buried in a crook of one arm, giving Ardyn a free hand to distract the babe with, as well as to explore the changes in the prince. The chubby cheeks, the wisps of hair, a button-like nose that Ardyn taps gently once in awhile. Prince Noctis has the widest eyes when he’s awake, yet barely makes a sound. What a considerate infant, how delightful.

“Then again, I doubt the gods will allow either of us to have children of our own. It is just not in the stars for us. I should treasure this experience instead of throwing you in the marsh to drown.” The man lets out a low chuckle that has the babe looking up at him curiously.  

“Ohhh, you are adorable,” Ardyn coos sinisterly. “And fragile. And weak. I wouldn’t have to do much, just leave you a few yards away to be devoured by the wildlife. To hear your cries and see the mess you’d make is incredibly tempting...”

Despite the vile fantasy, Ardyn’s fingers are careful as he pets soft hair. He rocks Noctis back and forth, looking around for a place beside the dungeon to sit. A large boulder at the opening provides a perch to rest as the prince reaches for the shiny ornaments on Ardyn’s clothes.

Tch, that won’t do. Many of his adornments are too sharp for such soft gums. He gives the child a knuckle to suck and sighs. “But I did make a promise. And what’s the point of killing a babe, when I could destroy a king? I’ve put so much work to keep you alive so you can fulfill your destiny. Honestly, I swear you’re my most expensive investment yet, dear Noctis.”

The name is rolled out, and Ardyn starts to dream. “Yet I’m sure you’ll be worth the wait.” His eyes darken and narrow at the prince in his arms. “I won’t accept anything less.”

And if his hold is a little more possessive, a little more defensive, well, at least Ardyn’s insured  no one is around to judge him.

“Hey Noct—”

“No.”

Prompto bulldozes on, “—Do you remember the time you spit up over Ignis when he tried to feed you something green?”

Noctis knows once the tirade starts, there will be no end and he’s this close from sinking his head in his hands…and crying.

“Please.”

“Or the time when you thought eating anything shiny was a good idea and you gave Gladio a heart attack cause you started to choke?”

“Yeah, thanks for that, Princess,” Gladio drawls, thumbing the top of his beer.  That shit was way too close.  But every painful thing was worth it to see Noct’s red embarrassed face now.  Ever since they shoved Mother’s Breath down his tiny throat, they’ve given him hell. That’s what he gets for worrying them silly. Of course the little shit should count his blessings they waited until the chancellor and Aranea were gone before his transformation. Heh.

“I will pay you to stop.”

“Or when we had to race to the nearest outpost cause you announced to the world that babies were pooping, peeing machines.” Prompto gets into Noct’s face to taunt only to be shoved away.

“Ugh.” Noctis stands up from the camp chair. “I’m taking a walk.” He stomps past their gear and into the moonlit night. He doesn’t care what lurks just outside of the haven‘s safety. If he gets killed by one of the monsters lurking in the dark, at least he’ll be safe from Prompto’s voice.

“Prompto, make sure the prince isn’t unaccompanied,” Ignis calls lazily from his chair, for once the retainer sits and rests from his labors. The cave was challenging. Rewarding, of course, but challenging. So he and Gladio contently watch the exchange, rather pleased that the prince is back to his normal adult state.

“Aye-aye, Iggy!” Prompto gives Ignis a quiet salute and gleefully chases after the prince.

Noctis hears footsteps behind him and groans loudly. “I will warp to get away from you, Prompto.”

“Awww, buddy, you know there’s nowhere I won’t follow you. Sure it’ll take me a while, ‘cause you’re faster than me, but I will find you.” He says this so cheerfully that Noctis feels a legit chill run down his spine. “But just in case…”

And he tackles Noct into the ground.

“Get off!” Noctis growls, enraged, spitting out dirt. They grapple a bit, arms flailing, Noct trying to get out, while Prompto overcomes the laws of physics to become an octopus.

Prompto gleefully states, “Nah. You’re comfy.” He rubs his head into the prince’s hair. Yeah, this is the best. Baby Noctis was freaking adorable, but Prompto can squish this version as much as he wants without shame.

“I hate you.” Giving up, Noctis slumps resigned to the desert floor. He tires way too easily. At least the sand isn’t hard. Plus that rock jabbing his ribs doesn’t hurt too much, score.

“Do you really not remember what happened?”

“Yeah.” Sorta. Noctis doesn’t remember things, but he does remember feelings. Not that he’s going to spill that to Prompto anytime soon. Especially when they’re the gushy type. Thoughts of being safe and warm, a laugh that rings in his ear, of the sensation of arms tucked around him, protecting him from all harm. Feeling…loved and precious.

Yep. Noctis is going to take those memories to the grave. Then he feels a wet lick sweeping from his cheek to his eye.

“What the—” He jerks surprised. There’s drool running from of the tip of Noct’s nose, and he brushes it away harshly. It is futile. Slopping spit returns in three seconds.

“Oh, it’s Umbra.” With the dog’s name, Prompto releases his hold so Umbra has more space to attack the prince.

“U-Umbra. Umbra, stop!” Noctis sits up as Umbra barks happily. Tail beating enthusiastically, he climbs into the man’s lap to go after his chin and neck. Only with many scratches and pets does Umbra allow Noctis to pull Luna’s notebook out from his neck pouch.

Cracking a soft smile, Noctis opens the book to see Luna’s message.  It’s been awhile since the last one. He freezes. No, please no. He turns to Prompto in utter betrayal.

“You told Lunafreya?” Noctis wheezes hoarsely.

“Told her? Now why would I do that?” The gunslinger gives a grin that strikes terror. “I’m a photographer and Lady Lunafreya only deserves the best of shots.”    

Noctis gasps. “How could you?” Okay. Prompto is enjoying this too much. “You horrible, waste of space, you dirtbag.”

“A dirtbag that changed your diapers, Bro.”

“You’re never gonna let that go are you?”

“Nope. Neverrrrrrrrrrrrr.” Prompto stretches the last sound obnoxiously. “But hey! It looks like Lunafreya did a trade.”

Noctis looks back down to the journal. Huh. Right there, nestled in the pages, is a faded baby picture. The baby is on their stomach staring up at the camera with huge eyes and a tuft of blond hair. There’s an inscription on the side in pen.

‘My maid was careful to save one of these. It’s one of the last I have of my childhood, but it’s a perfect price to pay for the treasure you’ve given to me. Thank you.’

“Awwww. I did good.”

“No, you didn’t.” Noctis takes the picture and tucks it carefully into the front pocket of his jacket.  Then, after kicking Prompto away so he stops reading over his shoulder, he jots a few lines to her in response.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Shut up,” he grumbles, patting Umbra once more. Sneaking one last lick, the dog trots back into the night.

“Hey, Noct?”

“Oh my gosh, what?” Noct huffs frustrated. Haven’t they messed with him enough already? First was the bloody car seat, next hounding him with all the baby gear and finally this. Though, if Noct is honest, he’s probably going to touch Luna’s picture in his pocket subconsciously for days.

An arm wraps around his shoulders. It’s warm and safe. The Six, what’s wrong with him?

Prompto’s head is turned away from him as if he’s shy. Hypocrite. “It was fun, but—” His voice drops to a murmur, “I’m glad you’re back to normal.”

“Me too.” A hesitant breath. “Thanks for…you know. Taking care of me and stuff.”

The arm tightens a bit and Noct feels stupidly grateful. “Anytime, Bro. Anytime.”

The moon rises above them. They’ll go back to camp in a minute. Just a minute.

Noctis really does have the best of friends.

It’s…nice.

[slitherfromeden]

hey no need to say sorry sweetheart! it's alright, really, i understand. exactly! ahhh yeah same. i love those dogs that are like big and old and they have these old person eyes and they act stupidly mature.... please tell me you get what i mean because this sounds so funny but lxhsdh. i love cat headbutts... i'm good - but hugs are always accepted and appreciated! :) it's super warm here + i miss swimming. how are you love? how's it going? sending hugs and love!

ahhh thank you :) oh yeah i completely get that shdhd. it reminds me of this old dog that lives near my house. i gotta talk about her because. fuck!! you know when dogs get old and they just. become. fat but firm? like. their torso is just a sausage shape? and it’s not that they’re unhealthy they’re just old, ya know? we’ll shes a black lab and she’s like that. the first time i ever remember seeing her, it was raining and she had a dog coat and boots on and i could’ve cried from how cute it was like. she was wagging her tail so much and like!! happy girl. i remember one time i was super stressed out and i was standing on the street waiting for someone and she ran (well not exactly ran because. she’s old and it was uphill so it was more like a gallop ig) up the road away from her owner towards me and just kept on like. panting up at me and the owner came running up and was like “sorry she’s just too friendly for her own good” and i almost cried again. she’s just so kind and her eyes,,, hmm love her!

ahhh. i hope things cool down a little soon. very frustrating that its like that. and swimming sounds so good :( praying things go back to normal soon for you, love. im glad you’re doing okay though. i’m not doing too great shdhd. but like. could be worse so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i’ve been a lot worse over the past month and like. i’m just itchy (no clue why) and hyper rn so. at least i’m not spiralling you know?? much love!

[aworldawordatatime]

Original Content Day 2: A Strange Winter’s Journey

Prompt for today:

Prompt #2: First person narrative.

I can’t tell you exactly when I slipped through a hole in my world and stumbled out into another.  Turns out that other versions of the world have very similar parks with gravel walkways that feature incredibly trippable rocks.  I mean, honestly, I don’t even consider myself a clumsy person, and I think I may have slid forward and nearly fallen on my face at least three times. The only reason I was even out in this stupid, unfamiliar park in the stupid wintery cold in the stupid first place was because I was visiting my parents for the holidays. Now, let me say that there are unintended drawbacks to no longer working in retail and therefore being asked to work on said holidays to get out of having awkward Conversations about What You Are Planning To Do With Your Life Now That You Have A Serious Job and having to walk a fat, constantly farting dog of indiscernible origin while he decides to simultaneously take forever to find the perfect place to poop and that walking is for other dogs.  By the time I noticed that it was getting dark awfully fast and there was a distinct lack of lamp posts, Buford was lying stubbornly in the gravel with his paws up in the air and a particularly stupid look on his droopy, grizzled face.

It’s not that I hate dogs. I don’t want to give anyone the wrong impression here.  The problem is that, in order for me to explain the disdain I have for the dog, I must also explain the disdain I have for my younger brother, Arven.  Yes, my parents decided to name him Arven. Still, it does not excuse his penchant for making incredibly costly decisions and then dropping them whenever it gets difficult. Much like college. Or his new, $20,000 electric scooter, which our parents were left paying off his loan because they stupidly cosigned for it.  Or the dog. Buford.  Arven was so very proud of himself for taking in a rescue dog that “nobody else wanted.”  That is, until it stopped helping him score with the ladies and the dog became something that he didn’t want either.  So, to the parents it went.

And, of course, as the eldest and the most responsible, it fell to me to walk the damned dog when my mother’s knee began acting up due to the cold and my father’s back was aching awfully as well.  I was sitting around eating far too much chocolate for my own good, anyway.  I needed the walk. That’s what I told them, and that’s what I told myself as well.

Still, I hated the cold. I hated the gravel. And Buford's gaseous emissions were beginning to make me wonder if he might be useful to the chemical warfare section of the US armed forces.

But then, I noticed the lack of lamp posts, as I said earlier, and I began hearing things shifting in the darkness that were far too large for the average suburban neighborhood squirrels and crows.  Something made a noise that sounded like a snuffling bellow, and even Buford was instantly on his feet and cowering between my legs as though that would do either of us any good.  

“Are you lost?”  I nearly screamed at the sound of the oddly-accented  voice behind me and whirled around so quickly that I nearly tripped on Buford's leash and keeled over. A figure stood in the twilight, face obscured by the shadow of the trees.

“Um,” I said, like an idiot. “Maybe? My parents just moved last year, so I’m not too familiar with the area. It’s easy to get turned around.”

“I’ll help you get back. Don’t worry.”  I still couldn’t place his accent. It reminded me a bit of an Irish lilt, but certain parts of the words he used were stressed at the wrong syllable.

“Thanks, I really apprecia—” As he came closer, I went silent and my pulse began to race. Buford was shaking against my leg so badly that I thought he was having a seizure.

The young man before me seemed to be around my age- maybe a bit older, but he was clean-shaven, which made him seem a bit more youthful.  He had almost unearthly smooth skin, which shone a slightly greenish tint in the dying sunlight.  His eyes seemed a bit wider set than I was used to.  But it was his hair that I stared at most.  Dark green vines, dotted with pale, pink flowers were woven into braids down the back of his head. His braided vine-hair reached the small of his back, and I could tell by the nearly sheer material he wore wrapped around his body that he obviously didn’t feel the cold the same way that I did.  Two long, pointed ear tips poked out of his hair on either side of his head, which I might have made a dorky Lord of the Rings joke about being a “four-ears,” but then he smiled.

His teeth were serrated, like a shark’s.

I backed away, feeling like a coward. This was too much, even for me.  

“Please don’t freak out!” He sounded earnest, but I wasn’t exactly sure if earnest voices meant the same thing here, wherever here was.

“I might find it a bit less difficult to freak out if you didn’t look like you were capable of going all Jaws on me,” I joked. What can I say? Fatalistic humor is my schtick, even in a terrifying situation.

“I could say the same for you and your weird, smooth teeth.  And your...needle-like hair.  It’s creepy.”

“Uh...ok,” I replied. He had a point, actually.  As weird as he appeared to me, I’m sure I looked just as weird to him.

“My name is Myonar,” he said, sticking out his elbow.  I regarded it with a confused expression and he withdrew it with a shrug. “My stupid brother tore a hole in space-time continuum yesterday, so I’ve been sent to repair it.

“You have one too?” I exclaimed before I could stop myself.

“I am not sure what you are referring to,” Myonar said, looking puzzled.

“A stupid brother!” I exclaimed. “Oh, I could tell you a hundred stories about how he ruined Christmas or a birthday or spent too much money and guilted my parents into bailing him out.”

Myonar nodded sagely. “And every time, they say ‘oh, don’t take it too personally. He’s still young!’”

“RIGHT? YOU DO FEEL MY PAIN!” I exclaimed, not thinking twice as I wrapped my arms around him in solidarity.

“You’re...freaking me out again,” he said a bit hesitant, after a moment.

I jumped away and apologized.

“It’s not far to the hole, but you’ll want to stay close,” Myonar said, “there’s a lot of hungry night creatures out tonight.”

As if to illustrate this point, something with a long tail darted out of the woods for a moment before disappearing when Myonar shined a light on it.  The creature had warty skin and very little hair, but that was all I could make of it.

With Myonar as a guide, I dragged Buford back the way we had come, which was surprisingly challenging in the dark.  I found myself hanging onto Myonar’s arm, which made him turn a strange shade of blue.  

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Never better,” he squeaked back.

When we finally found the tear, I could barely tell it was even there.  The pulsing color turned the patch of world on the other side a muted color.

“Do I...just walk through it?” I asked, curious.

“Well, that’s the basic idea,” Myonar said. “But since you’re here, maybe you can help me close it at the same time.

“That sounds dangerous,” I said, wondering what it entailed.

“It might be,” he replied. “I’ve only read about this in theoretical books, but I don’t know what else to do.”

“Well, if I can help you with your brother problems, maybe I’ll have some luck with dealing with mine in the new year.” I rolled up my sleeves. “Where do I start?”

“Well, Myonar said. “First you have to step back into your side of the world.  Then you have to peel up one of the the edges with your fingers and hand it to me so that I can pull it through the hole and I’ll do the same.”

It sounded crazy enough that it might just work.

First, I tossed Buford through the hole. Don’t worry. He was fine. In fact, he did a happy little doggy dance on the other side and nonchalantly lifted his leg on a bush to pee. Then it was time for me to go through.

“Be careful. Don’t hit your head on my universe,” Myonar said, flashing those sharp teeth in a grin.  Oddly enough, I felt a bit endeared to them, now that I knew they weren’t meant for me.  

I stepped through gingerly, and only realized after the fact that he’d take my hand to help me through.

“Now hand me the corner!” he called out, his voice garbled and strangely quiet through the rip. I looked around for anything that could seem like a corner, but it was hard in the dark and the cold (did I mention it had begun to snow in my universe? Damned stuff).  Finally, my half-frozen fingers caught on something that felt like the ragged edge of a tapestry.  I pulled. A hole in the universe is surprisingly hard to close, especially with one’s raw strength.  But I managed to push the tip of the corner through the hole.

“You’re a lifesaver!” I heard, and then a pop! And then the window into another universe was gone altogether.

Buford and I made record time  getting home, and it turned out that we’d been gone long enough for my parents to seriously consider going out to search for me despite their respective conditions.  Thankfully, even with Buford curled up and farting contentedly in his sleep in front of the fireplace, I was rather content to rest under a blanket and sip my tea.

“Oh?” my mother said, her knowing tone making my ears turn pink.  “Did you meet a cute boy today, by chance?”

“Something like that,” I mumbled back, sinking into my blanket and feigning sudden interest in the car auction show that was playing on the television.

“Maybe you should bring him home for dinner next time you go on a walk,” my father suggested affably.

“That’s impossible...for several reasons I’m not even going to bother explaining,” I said, “besides, I’m here to spend time with you guys.”

“And Buford!” my mother crooned, looking affectionately at the dog.

“Yeah...I guess so,” I said, and that was that.

I suppose that, all things considered, it could be worse.  Like my-brother-went-and-ripped-the-space-time-continuum worse.

Oh well. I’ll take what I can get.

But that night, I dreamed of lying next to a boy with dark green vines for hair.  His lips tasted like syrup and spring, and though his grin was as sharp as ever, I could tell that he smiled just for me.

[simon-newman]

Day 291.

2023-01-16.

Character - Tomimi.

Series - Arknights.

Artist - Kotatsu Kaya

[simon-newman]

Day 322.

2023-02-16.

Character - Tomimi.

Series - Arknights.

Artist - Nima (Niru54)