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[umbra-borealis]

Dimitri Lousteau is the most 'human' villain in Sly Cooper

Hello and welcome to my TEDtalk, I've been meaning to type out my yapping for a long time but always talked myself out of it because I mean, this is coming from a guy with Dimitri for a pfp and I figured people would just take it as a guy on tumblr simping for a weird lizard but no. The reasons I care for Dimitri the way I do goes pretty deep and I could sit here and talk about it point by point but to save us both some time (and because I am DEAD tired) I made a graph!

I used Luciano, my little sona, to personify myself in this.

I focused mainly on formative things and similarities in personality without inserting headcanons, even if based on traits or even symptoms I recognize. Most of these are rather straight forward but some run a little deeper. The funny pattern here (maybe aside from the drug thing lol) is that there's a high likelihood that you reading this right now can at least relate to just one or two things on those list and while you could argue that you could do the same with other characters, I picked these traits because in my opinion they ride that thin line between just relatable enough to apply to a lot of people, but not too superficial to be on the same an interest or hobby. Anyone can get upset when angry, it's HOW you express that anger that says something about you as a person for instance.

I also want to quickly mention that yes, a LOT of characters in Sly Cooper are very human, but I said 'villain' for a reason. After all I don't think your average college kid can relate to Contessa, Rajan or Panda King because mass brainwashing, destroying villages and being a literal drug lord are bordering on supervillain and that's not what Dimitri is. A supervillain can be relatable to a degree as well, but it makes sense that the Panda King had to have a whole Moment TM (several really) to come to terms with the kind of person he allowed himself to become. When we see Dimitri in Sly 3, he seems to have already done this perhaps because his sins aren't nearly as great. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I'll insert a read-more here but I'd like to ask you to keep reading anyway if you can because my biggest pet peeve is that Dimitri is seen as a dumb, sleazy (and old??? which is dumb and I got math to back up that he's not in fact in his 40s during Sly 2 lmao) lizard who's only good as a level 1 boss for beginners to learn the game and all he's remembered for, though fair, is his manner of speech and not what he's REALLY saying. None of you ever picked up on what he was throwing down so I'm going to spell it out for you.

(PS I have ADHD and it's 3 AM so go easy on me this is coming from the HEART baby)

To make it easier on myself and you, I'm going to start sectioning the word soup in my head into four categories based on Dimitri's enterprises and roles and just kinda... waffle on about my thoughts regarding them. I'll start superficial and work my way down to the Deep Shit. Feel free to skip around to whatever interests you since I include some lore too, though changes are you're already aware of said lore.

Lets start with:

Dimiti, the club manager.

Nightclubs, and the people that run them tend to have a bit of a sleazy stereotype attached to them, which I suppose is fair. Though a large chunk is attributed to movies and other media, there were in fact some really large and important movements surrounding nightlife and club culture. Just look up the Club Kids if you want to go down a rabbit hole, in short they were a fairly large group of partiers from the 90s who contributed a LOT to fashion and art movements as well as being generally very fluid when it came to gender. Unfortunately that too would eventually be plagued by drugs and members getting addicted to drugs. Again, I digress.

Dimitri is seen partying in the intro of his chapter in Sly 2,

which is a nice touch because not only is it in-character, it's something that would actually happen. Owners of a popular joints would be popular or just enigmatic figures that would regularly get subjected to patrons schmoozing up to them. Some weren't a fan but there were many that soaked up the attention, bought rounds on the house when business was good, maybe get a little TOO cocky with confidence. It's a bit too simple to look at Dimitri in relation to all this info and say 'no doi he was in it for the money it checks out.' because if you spend enough time in his club or just, in the safe house after placing the bug there's signs of more going on.

We KNOW Dimitri is a criminal and he did his whole art forgery business on the side, or maybe it's the other way round? Either way he seemed fairly confident in his skills with this. His biggest risk being that time he tried to marry someone over a STATUE. (Really dude?) So then why was he so damn paranoid? While you could argue that he was sippin' his own supply I don't think that's what it was. He was so paranoid he played his music super loud in almost all areas of the club JUST to keep his security detail awake through-out night and day, whenever his club wasn't open to the public. To compensate he would promise them they could all 'retire early'. with that fake confidence chuckle that masks a sense of 'haha please don't abandon me'

So, ever heard of Imposter Syndrome? Because his behavior as a club owner SCREAMS it. He wasn't JUST cocky and sleazy, he was simply fitting in with the culture of the time because *everyone* was overly confident, over confidence was something to be admired, something to look at and go 'yeah that guy has it figured out' while in reality most struggled with something, anything. So what is Imposter Syndrome? To keep it short and blunt, the overwhelming feeling that you're not worthy of your accomplishments. We know that Dimitri is a 'failed' artist who turned to forging art to make money, it could just be a sense of guilt telling him something he's not ready to hear so he starts overcompensating and this insecurity bleeds into Sly 3 after Sly puts him in his place. His success with this insanely toxic coping mechanism lands him a new enterprise.

Dimitri, the Spice distributor.

Rather than going chronological, I'm going through the 'layers' that is this lizard. So if his career as a club owner is the tip of the ice berg with some neat little facts and info about the stereotype he conveys, this subject is a tier deeper. Dimitri the Spice distributor is Dimitri the next level criminal, or so he thinks. When you think about it, it's pretty strange that they gave Dimitri some Clockwerk parts at all. He was never mentioned by the other Klaww Gang members and thus seemingly not missed either when he was the first to get busted. In fact, nobody was upset that their DISTRIBTOR was arrested, putting a hold on their primary income... or so we thought until the Contessa was revealed to have a rather large and lucrative side hussle Dimitri probably could never compete with. Dimitri was expendable, sure he had a role and he played it well but he was also a loss they could cope with without much harm done to their wallets or their pride.

I think about it often, Dimitri in his jail cell, maybe hearing from another criminal or even his lawyer after the whole Clock-La thing about the full scope of the plan. He might've gotten a reduced sentence for ratting the other members out because if you think back to his legendary conversation with Sly he really doesn't seem to know what he's talking about. ("What is it with clocks bro!?") All of Dimitri's other crimes aside, he was young and naive, Sly 3 reveals he came from some form of poverty as well so it makes sense that he'd chase easy money. That's all it was though, he wanted the money and the fame, he didn't want to brainwash an entire city, he didn't know about the giant robot owl. He's once again left feeling like a failure, this time one that was easy to fool and all the confidence he had as a criminal would've seeped out of him, starting this weird cycle of him trying something only to be caught breaking the law and ending up where he began.

Like I said all of this would bleed into Sly 3 and it's pretty damn neat that for how little lines he had and how little he was on screen, they managed to convey this well in my opinion. By the time we reach Sly 3, most of us don't remember him as a Spice distribtor at all. Which leads me to...

Dimitri the Artist.

Being an artist is a pretty broad term and while we know Dimitri as a painter, I think he applies his artist mindset in way, way more. He's genuinely creative an smart, he thinks out of the box to protect his secrets and to cover his tracks. His identity as an artist is also his most vulnerable and 'real' self. Folks will say art is about self expression and usually mean conveying complex topics with pretty pictures or thought provoking stories, however it can be apparent in smaller ways too and the most obvious thing for Dimitri is his business in forging art. Think about it this way:

Picture you don't speak a LICK of english, you're from a lower in-come family or even straight up poverty but you grew up on tall tales of your grandpa being a total badass who lived freely and seizes every opportunity he could to make money... or take it rather but you get the idea. Your grandpa used his talents as a diver and deep down, you know what your talent is. It's art. So you somehow manage to move across the world to Paris, go to an art school work your ass off to develop your own style, your own identity and when it came to making a name for yourself you were rejected super hard. You're now probably in debt, in a foreign country and all you're known for is being the art community's clown.

One thing that gets overlooked is that Dimitri's paintings aren't actually that bad.

He very clearly knows the basics quite well, he's using color theory to shade and add depth but as he goes from student to independant artist, he breaks away from the basics and develops a style. His color use becomes brighter, he adds little stars just because why not? He likes em! This style is PERFECT for the nightlife club scene he ends up in down the line of course, but in the world of pretentious parisian artist hipsters? Absolutely not. So while he's just being himself, he's shown that that isn't allowed, that wont get him success. It reminds me of artists who say shit like 'I'll just learn to draw furry porn I guess!' thinking it's a guaranteed money printer (heh) and whether they enjoy making that kind of content is irrelevant, which leads to burn out or in case they DO find success, imposter syndrome. The dread that you do not deserve this recognition because it's not something you're actually that passionate about, not something you want to be known for. Say what you will about Dimitri but he never compromised. And while the cutscene shows shoddy painted depictions of classical paintings, I think this was more to illustrate him forging paintings to a younger audience than imply he was a bad painter as just before those crappy version, we see what's probably the REAL version he would've painted and sold.

This is conjecture on my part but I have to believe it because well, art forgery is HARD. You'd have to actually be a freaking genius to do it and sell it for so high, you can just afford what is basically a freaking opera house in PARIS and turn it into a nightclub. Also did I mention Dimitri just, HAS a ~mansion~ in Monaco? Because he does.

I've also always liked that scene for the expression on his face. It's smug, it's so full of petty, passve aggressive anger, a stubborness to admit defeat and instead to just 'prove a point' even if that point is lost to the means being SUPER illegal. That being sad, I don't think any of us feel bad over this man stealing a couple thousand from billionaire pockets. Billionaires that probably have their own little illicit ways to get that cash. Funny... It seems Sly isn't the only one who steals from other criminals.

And you might've stuck around this long and gone 'Umbra, get to the fucking POINT already." to which I have good news.

Dimitri, the Marine Iguana.

My favorite part, feel free to skip ahead to this headline if you want.

So who is this guy anyway? Well, from Sly 3 we see that he has a mother, a sister and his grandparents and that's about it as far as we can tell.

Just look at that smile! He looks like your average, awkward teenager. No struggling on the streets from what we can tell, no bullying by bigger kids, no weird sociopathic tendencies, no childhood trauma or grudges. The events that changed him seem to all have happened after he left for Paris. Sure it aint much to go off of but even if his life was hard, it seemed he was close with his grandfather and got to know him for a decent couple of years. Marine Iguanas are, like the name implies, an aquatic species of reptile. They're well adapted to land but due to low food availability in-land, they migrated to the beaches and started living off of sea algae, learning how to dive in the process. Even in Sly 2 the devs included plenty of references to Dimitri's affinity for water. The windows in the dancefloor area of his club are partially submerged, there are two massive aquariums in his office, he lives on a boat (or hides there anyway) and has several water features but inside and outside his club.

When you take a step back and look at all that, Dimitri is... just a guy who left his home country, his family, to follow a dream only to have that dream shatter and he's left to pick up the pieces all alone, making poor choices in the process. Choices based on anger and a broken heart. And the truth of the matter is that ALL of this, could happen to anyone. Granted in varying different ways as not everyone's life is the same and not everyone will make the same choices but I think many of us had a dream career as a kid only to become a jaded adult who thinks it's unrealistic or only does that thing as a hobby, I think there's many of us that remember the moment our hearts were broken and we realized the cold, unforgiving nature of real, adult life.

We see the effect of ALL of this come to a head in Sly 3, when at first he's not sure if he should still be mad at Sly for putting him in jail while he's currently the only guy he knows that COULD break him back out of jail as well. He still overcompensates, he's still overly confident and he put himself in that cell but still, he honors his word and helps Sly and Bentley find their friend. Then in Holland we see him behind a bar, seemingly as if he's actually got a job as a bartender there. Heck, he DOES have a job! He's the announcer! He may not super like it but he's being humbled by it all the same and when Sly comes for help a second time, the bravado is gone for a moment. He expresses genuine fear, not necessarily for his own safety but for losing a job, for *failing*. Of course the right answer in this scenario is to hype up his confidence again. And because Sly has proven himself to be trustworthy in the past he figures he can trust him with a favor of personal, sentimental value. If anyone would understand how it feels to have your family name dishonored and an heirloom stolen, it's Sly and Dimitri knows that damn well.

I think this is about as real as Dimitri can get, aside from the whole scuba gear thing. I know the gang is disguised but I don't think Dimitri is at all. I think that's just... what he likes to wear, further making me think he's just a regular guy with so much heart ache he lashe out in some pretty vile ways. Tortured artists are known to do some crazy shit after all. And while he continues to be his funny eccentric self we know him to be, he starts to have his first real moments of genuine care and loyalty while a part of the Cooper Gang. He tells Bentley he 'has his own flavor' which is his way of telling him that he's unique an valid the way he is. He dives after Sly's cane in VERY dangerous waters, risking injury or even his life, no questions asked. He sends Bentley postcards and letters to let his friend know he's safe and doing well. But perhaps something that hits me harder than any of that, is how angry and shocked Dimitri looks upon Sly's 'retirement announcement'.

Here he was thinking he made a friend out of Sly, and just like that he was gone. It makes me wonder if he held onto that grudge or not but a part of me likes to imagine that he didn't. I think his time with that gang made him realize that although he might not understand and he might be upset, it's not all about him. If anything he silently continued the rivalry by seeing how many girls he could cram into one post card with him to one up Sly's act of running off with a girl himself or perhaps he took it as a sign to make a career switch as well. Either way, Dimitri ended up changing for the better, he became himself in the end. A sweet, goofball iguana who loves the ocean and loves to paint. Making money became a nice bonus rather than his main focus.

Coming from a similar, rough background, having gone to therapy and trying to find my place in the world, this gives me hope. Hope that if I look hard enough, I can find my niche too and that being myself is the best I can be. If you read all this, thank you. I fgured it was best to just get it ALL out at once. I hope it was a fun read or made you look at Dimitri a little differently.

[dragonspiral-tower]

backwards lune jump

[your-new-favorite-mouse]

Fresh out the oven!

Lint prepared a surprise for Troy, and Troy forgets how to say thank you. Luckily, she finds a good enough alternative!

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hi guys . jrwi fluff week day 1 uhhhh i dont know how many of these im gonna do! this'll probably be the only thing i write for it though. had fun writing this teeny tiny little treat :3 was abit rushed sorgy

QUICK EDIT I FORGOR TO TAG @justfluffwithit

The sun is just beginning to sink below the horizon as Troy walks home through the cold. The wind bites at his face but like, in a bad way.

Today was great, but she can only assume that it’s going to get even better. Troy did amazing at practice, like always, and Lint said they had a surprise ready for when Troy got back to the house!

She rushes home as fast as she can. His hands are freezing even through his thick leather gloves, her face is flush, and she really should have brought a scarf with her, but none of that matters! He opens the front door to a small, cozy, warmly lit living room, walls painted a neutral shade of green. It’s familiar, he missed it.

Lint pokes his head out of the kitchen and buzzes, “Troy! Hi, you’re early! Dinner’s not finished yet, sorry man.”

“Ohhhh cool cool cool, what’re you making?” Troy says, wandering into the kitchen and sitting at the already set dining table. Lint unties their red striped apron and hangs it up on a small hook before sitting down with Troy. He looks nice, their hair is up in a ponytail and they have some old band's t-shirt on.

“Uh- a mac n’ cheese bake! You mentioned you were wanting one a few days ago? I thought it’d be nice since like, I haven’t had much time to hang out lately and stuff. Sorry about that, by the way... And you did soooo good at practice today, I thought you deserved a treat!”

“Yeah, dude, you’re so freaking right! I did amazing.”

Lint laughs, and jumps in his seat as the oven beeps. They scramble up, grab the oven mitts, and return just a few moments later, placing a small, square glass pan on the table. Troy smiles, plates his food, and takes a bite! Lint is staring at her expectantly. He’s got strange eyes. Troy loves those weird, strange eyes.

“I’m not much of a chef, sorry…” Lint whispers.

“Dude, what? This is like, really good! Better than my mom’s!”

“Oh- really? Maybe I should make it more often then!”

Troy really does appreciate the meal. She’s been missing his mom’s cooking a lot lately, she doesn't know why. and this isn’t quite it, but it’s definitely good. Because Lint made it, and Lint is almost as amazing as Troy! There’s a thing he’s supposed to say when he feels like this, right? Well, he can’t remember what it is right now, so she gets up from the table and walks over to Lint. They look confused, and let out a surprised buzz when Troy pulls them into a hug.

And when Lint hugs back, everything feels a bit warmer, a bit brighter, a bit better. He’s still buzzing, and they seem even happier now, calmer, content. After a minute or so, though, Lint speaks up again, laughing a little. Cogs, Troy loved his laugh. 

“Are you gonna let us eat dinner now? It’s gonna get cold, man!”

Troy doesn’t particularly want to let go, but he knows she has to. Maybe everything will stay warm, and bright, and better. Everything already is better with Lint by his side!

Today was great. Today was perfect.

Lint is perfect.

[unionizedwizard]

re: bugs are shrimp of the land, this has always been one of my favorite facts and i even called my first poetry collection after that (crustacés terrestres) so i'm glad this is making the rounds (:

[supercantaloupe]

finished the fucking percussion parts on this score which means all i have left is final editing tomorrow morning and then it's DONE

[inquirenorth]

oh god, what if we look back in ten years and think “ah, simpler times” about 2025?

[llycaons]

yeah the more I think about it the more the idea that 'these people are no longer human beings as a result of something done to them that makes them selfish, violent, and unable to cooperate with each other' seems to me to hold a lot of ableist assumptions

[mcybree]

if i start answering asks from months ago you guys have to promise not to give me weord looks

[lordoftheelves]

I’ve read 22 books this year. Just finished the last one. I did want to read more this year, and I definitely did! But I stressed too much abt it instead of using reading as a way to relax and distract myself. But that’s what I’m gonna do in 2024. Not gonna care abt the number. Just gonna try to actually enjoy the act of reading

[kohakhearts]

not to be Hashtag serious about anything because that goes against my principles but this was the first year since i was 18 that i didn’t take antidepressants at all and the first time since i was 16 that i didn’t attend regular therapy (or at least Think i Needed to attend regular therapy) and yeah i wouldnt say i had a Good mental health year but. But. thats a big step for me actually and one i am very pleased with. go me

[dravidssideblog]

This is a 4,000-word RP between me and my good friend BJP a.k.a. @some-horny-alt, with minor edits. BJP played his OC Princess Bay, a wartortle. I initially played as an anthro cat, but switched species later. The RP features the following content: Foot play, kissing, dom/sub, owner/pet, public walkies, casual groping, petting & hugs & cuddles, affectionate degradation, facesitting, and plushie tf.

Me: "Is there anything you want from me, princess~?"

BJP: "Suppose you can massage my feet while in the wagon bringing me to my next important meeting~"

Me: "Right away, master!" Kneels down and rubs away at one of you feet, nuzzling up to the other to brush my fur against it.

BJP: Our carriage starts carrying us away as I sit on my seat, with you kneeling beneath me and massaging my feet. My soft, clean foot gently brushes and pushes against your face teasingly.

"Yes yes, very good~"

Me: I nuzzle deeper against your teasing foot, turning to give it a smooch as I switch to rub with the other cheek. My paws drag across your other sole, playfully pawing at it and kneading away your tension in the process~

BJP: I lean back and relax, simply letting my slave do their work. Occasionally I let my feet rub and poke at you, toes poking against your lips, but for the most part I leave you to do your duty interrupted.

Me: My tail curls up to wrap around your freshly-kneaded foot, surrounding it with soft fur that continuously drags over it. Meanwhile my paws join the foot at my face, hugging it tight against me between rounds of kissing your toes~

BJP: And so the minutes pass, having my slave massage and worship my perfect royal feet for a good while. Eventually though, I put my feet down and pull at your collar, pulling you up to my face and into a kiss.

Me: I instinctively try to follow your feet before getting pulled back with a "mrrp?". I melt into the kiss, playful energy turning to relaxed delight as I purr into your mouth, held up only by your hold on my collar~

BJP: I lean into the kiss, still holding you up by your collar while my other arm wraps around you and holds your body against mine. My tongue gently prods at your lips, but doesn't push inside, simply content with teasing for now.

Me: Delighted by the hug, I limply sway a arm, managing to land it on your arm and paw at it. My purring intensifies each time your tongue touches me, sinking me further into blissful relaxation, my lips starting to part.

BJP: Deciding I've teased you enough, I let my tongue inside your mouth, prodding around, pushing your own tongue down. After a few more moments, I take the hand off of your collar to instead hug you close with both arms, still holding the kiss.

Me: Safe and comfortable in the grasp of my princess, my body goes totally limp now. My voice and tail are the only exception, purring higher and lower with each touch and motion while my tail desperately wraps around anything it can find, returning the affection as much as it can.

BJP: After a few more minutes, I pull away from the kiss. I sit you down on my lap and simply pet you, claws gently stroking through your fur.

"Should reach our first destination any minute now. Don't worry though, there's nothing a pet needs to do, you'll simply be there for me to toy with when I feel like it~"

Me: As the sensations calm down, it takes a second for me to return to full consciousness. I recover just in time to time to hear your reassurance, answering with a mew of happiness as I settle into your lap, each stroke of your claws making me more and more eager to be a plaything~

BJP: When the time comes, I attach a leash to your collar and we leave the wagon, out into a busy town with plenty of other pokemon around, all seeing you being walked around on my leash.

Me: I blush at the attention, still getting used to public walks. But I keep my eyes on my princess and follow the tug of my leash on all fours, ever grateful for master's ever-present guidance.

BJP: I occasionally reach down to pet you or grope your butt, just to get a reaction out of you to chuckle at, smile wide seeing your adorable blushy face. We walk into a fenced off area where I have to retrieve some ancient cursed artifact. Just the usual, really, I just put it into the pocket of my dress and walk back out. Though I do walk extra slowly just so I can show you off for longer.

Me: I give a "mrrp!" at each grope and tease, my blush deepening as the people watch. But knowing my owner is enjoying me turns the embarrassment to pleasure, and the casual petting calms me down to keep me steady. As promised, I just stand back while you do your job. My blush stays strong on the walk back, but I'm gradually getting more comfortable, nuzzling up to your leg in front of the audience.

BJP: I keep going just like that, seeing what gets the loudest reactions from you, and as such the most looks from all the nearby pokemon. Groping at your ass, your crotch, pulling your leash, just anything I feel like. Once we're back at the carriage I stop.

"Would the pet be so nice and serve as a stepping stool~?"

Me: Even as I'm getting more comfortable in public, my master still knows just how to push me to my limit~ I practically yelp at the touch on my crotch, and the resulting attention from everyone seeing me getting groped and toyed with makes my blush glow hotter than a summer afternoon! And it all makes me feel more and more like just a toy for master's amusement~

At my princess's command, I hop forward and get on my hands and knees, doing my best to be a good stool for you but inevitably preparing for my weak muscles to collapse under your weight~

BJP: I step on you, putting all of my weight on you. With the makeout session earlier I shared just enough of my magic with you to let you last maybe a second longer, and for the inevitable collapse so not hurt as much when my incredible weight does send you crashing down. Once I'm inside the wagon, I pull at your leash, helping you pull yourself up and into the wagon with me.

Me: I surprise myself by managing to hold out for half a second before being flattened, mind and body both squished and tenderized under the delightful pressure~ I relish the sensation as much as I can before you step up and off, following my leash like a good little pet and stumbling into the wagon.

BJP: I pull you onto my lap again, holding you gently as the carriage starts moving once more. Again my claws run through your fur, gently caressing your soft naked body.

"We still have a long day ahead of us, you think you can manage~?"

Me: I let out a weak purr of joy as you lift me. Once again, your gentle touch soothes me, calming me down from the intensity to let me be ready for more later.

"*mew*, yeah... As long as I'm with you, mommy..."

BJP: "That's good. Do tell me when you get tired though, I know just where to store you if needed*~" (*this was an offer to end, it didn't end up ever happening)

I smile, giving you a lick on the cheek. My claws continue to gently massage you, letting you fully relax in my grasp.

Me: "Thanks, master..."

I lick your hand in appreciation, then return to relaxing under your affections.

BJP: I hold you close, rocking you in my arms, nuzzling against your face. I simply relax with my adorable little pet for this ride.

"I had my doubts if such a weak thing could make for a good servant, but you're more than adorable enough to make up for it~"

Me: I grin at the various compliments, returning the hug.

"I'm glad you made me yours, princess~"

(At this point in the RP, BJP asked to clarify what species I was playing. After he told me what's ahead, I switched to playing a sneasel.)

BJP: It is not long until we reach our second destination, in the middle of a city very close to a big castle. I stand up and get out, though leave the cursed artifact in the wagon. For a moment, I let go of your leash.

"Servant, untie the pullers so they can guard the wagon," I say, pointing at the entei and the scolipede that have been pulling the carriage.

Me: "Yes, princess!"

Full of energy from the rest, I clamber up and untie the ropes; I'm great with my hands thanks to lots of practice serving~

BJP: The entei gives you a big lick as you untie him, and I grab your leash again as soon as you're done. I lead you through the city, towards the big castle. Just outside the castle we're met by a weavile with a red robe, accompanied by guards with too much armor on them to exactly tell what they are. The weavile looks at you with a raised eyebrow, but simply smiles and chuckles.

Me: Returning the entei's affection with a quick pet, I hop back down to walk at my princess's side on all fours. Having already been walked in public today, I only blush a little, though looking up to see one of my own kind looking down at me gets my cheeks nice and red again, but only moderately; I know my place, and it's clearly below the weavile's.

BJP: "Glad you could make it, Princess Bay," the weavile says, turning his attention back to me.

"Pleasure is all mine, Prince Cedric," I respond, coming to a hold in front of him.

"It's King Cedric now, actually," the Weavile says, but doesn't leave any time to dwell on it, leaning down to turn his attention back to you. "Who is this accompanying you if I may ask?"

"Oh, that? That's just my pet, pay it no mind. Or do, if you'd prefer, I don't think it would mind the attention," I say, lightly pulling at your leash.

The weavile kneels down, looking at you for a good moment... before reaching out a claw to gently scratch your chin. "Cute~ Does it know any tricks?"

Me: I step forward at the tug, smiling nervously. My nerves grow as the weavile stares at me, but the scratch under my chin makes me both relax and blush.

"... U-uh, I'm good at massages..."

BJP: "Well I might just have to see that for myself if I may~ But that's not what we're here for. Follow me." And so the Weavile leads us into the castle.

Plenty of pokemon are around, at least half of them sneasels and weaviles. And unlike in the towns were clothes are very much optional, every pokemon here is well dressed or armored, letting you stick out much more, all naked outside of your collar. And even here in this royal setting there's no shortage of me groping you, except now the king occasionally joins in.

Me: Surrounded by so many sneasels, all of them clothed and walking upright... The contrast makes me feel even more like a pathetic pet. The embarrassment grows alongside it, and feeling the king's claws groping me too ups the intensity further.

It's such a rush, dropping me deep into a subby headspace, the ruthless blushy pleasure of being used and shown off, of being reduced to a pet! But when my scarlet blush becomes burning hot, it's too much, too intense, and I meekly tug at your dress to ask for it to tone down for now.

BJP: Without saying anything, I pull your leash to let you walk on the other side of me where the king can't grope you, and I tone down my own groping into just occasional gentle pets. We're led into a big room with many other pokemon, again mostly sneasels and weaviles, all sitting around a big table. There's plenty of looks towards you, but nobody giving you too much attention, mainly focused on me any the king. We sit down, and I let you sit on the floor next to me.

Me: A bit of tension leaves my body, and I wrap my tail* around your arm in silent thanks. Still, just being surrounded and seen by non-pet sneasels is enough to keep my blush going strong~ Once I'm on the floor, mostly hidden by the table, more tension releases, and I'm able to relax at your feet. (*sneasels don't have tails, this was a silly mistake lol)

BJP: I let go of your leash, knowing you won't leave my side, but at least giving you the choice where under me you want to be. Be it under the table by my feet, between me and the king, or between me and an unknown serperior. Meanwhile all the people at the table start talking and discussing about things that aren't particularly relevant for pets.

Me: I spend a few minutes sticking close to you, feeling safest with my owner. But after a chance to cool off and with the privacy of the table hiding me, the subby headspace fuels me to get a bit daring~ I scoot between you and the king, nuzzling your hand while giving my tailfeathers a subtle wag~

BJP: The king smiles at you and pets your head as he continues talking. He's clearly the center of the attention of the discussion, though he does wait for when the attention shifts and not as many people are looking to reach down and give your butt some quick gropes, caught between wanting to appear professional, and wanting to toy with you.

I, on the other hand, don't care about being professional. So I don't bother to check who is looking when I pull you up by your collar to give you a several second kiss on the lips, only to gently let you down again right where you were.

Me: Being not just seen, but played with by my own species makes me feel especially small! The privacy keeps it relaxed and casual, bringing down the intensity and letting me get comfortable...

Before your sudden, prolonged smooch puts me in a spotlight, giving a bright flare of embarrassing pleasure that gets me blushy and tense, the feeling lingering for a while even after I'm back under the privacy of the table~

BJP: Once you're under the table again, I start rubbing my feet over you, brushing across your chest, back, face, and wherever they can reach. It seems nobody said anything about what just happened, or if they did you didn't notice, but just from the shift in people's tone it's clear that they saw you, and are thinking about you in the back of their mind as they keep talking.

Me: I'm lost in the rush for a moment, limp under your feet, but I recover quickly; I'm VERY used to this kind of play~ I shift and roll on the floor, rubbing back against your feet, getting them to feel all over me, giving your soles or toes a kiss whenever they end up by my mouth~ In all the excitement, I don't even notice when I let out a quiet purr, just loud enough to be heard~

BJP: Again, it's clear that people hear you, even if they don't say anything. From the corners of your eyes you can even see some taking just a brief peek under the table. My feet still rub over you, not taking a break in playing with you, rubbing over you in all the right ways~

Me: Whatever glances I notice, I'm quickly distracted, utterly enamored with my princess's feet~ I could play with them for hours, lost in the delightful sensations of rubbing and pressing and stroking and stepping, returning the affection with kisses and nuzzles and massages and cuddles!

BJP: Time becomes a blur as it starts getting unclear if you've been down there for minutes or for hours. Eventually though, you're pulled by your leash again. I pull you up and give you another long kiss on the lips, but this time instead of letting you back down to the ground, I keep you on my lap, where everyone can see you get pet and caressed by me~

Me: With my awareness worn down by the seemingly-endless affection from your feet, I don't even mind leaving the privacy of the table as you smooch me, leaning in to returning the kiss. A lazy, mindless grin covers my face as you set me on your lap, and it takes a second to notice that you are not, in fact, the only person in the world, and that an entire room is staring at me. From 0 to 100, my cheeks ignite with blush, and I bury myself in your breasts to hide my face!

BJP: Of course burying your face in my cleavage only serves to draw even more attention to yourself, but at least with you not seeing them, and them pretending not to mind, you can just pretend like they don't see you at all. All made much easier by my warm arms wrapping around you in a soft, comfortable hug.

Me: The hug from my princess soothes my nerves, and once the initial shock wears off it's really not that bad being seen. After a few minutes hiding against your chest, I shift into a more casual position, nervously glancing to see if anyone's staring at me.

BJP: The few minutes were enough time for most of the attention that was drawn to you to fade again, now only getting occasional glances rather than anyone fully staring. Meanwhile I just hold you close, rubbing your belly, caressing your fur, without any worries whatsoever.

Me: The embarrassment dies down; I'm safe in mommy's arms, comfortable and relaxed. I get the urge to purr again, and I let myself give a quiet one, carefree and blissful from your attention.

BJP: From there on, it's not much longer until the meeting is over. Everybody gets up and leaves, me included. Seeing how comfortable you are in my arms, I decide to just carry you rather than making you walk. The king invites us to stay, but I decline, saying I still have other things to do. So I carry you all the way back to the carriage.

Me: I purr all the way to the carriage, always happy to get the privilege of being carried. I close my eyes, and the world fades away, just my princess holding me close~

BJP: I lay you down in the carriage and tie the entei and scolipede up myself before joining you in the wagon. Only to sit down right on your face~

"This will be a particularly long ride, so I'll need a comfy seat~"

Me: I let out a yelp like a squeaky toy before my purring grows stronger, rumbling under your rump, delighting in the heavy pressure and in serving my princess~

BJP: I let myself get comfortable, rubbing over you until I find the perfect position. My smell down there is the perfect mix of mild fruity soaps and pleasant musk, strong while being very far from overwhelming. And you're trapped down there for quite a while, as this trip takes as long as both previous trips combined.

Me: The trip is a perfect chance to relax; the day's already been so eventful! Getting to just relax with my owner, surrounded by his familiar musk, it's as refreshing as a good night's sleep.

BJP: And so the time passes, hours of being trapped under my weight as I rub and grind and feel you purr. All the way until we're there. Stepping out of the wagon, we're back in my kingdom, though still a decent bit off from the castle. I grab that cursed artifact from earlier again, storing it in my dress before pulling at your leash.

Me: Squinting from the sudden sunlight and still sleepy from the trip, I shake it off at the tug of my leash and hop down to follow you, well-rested and energized!

BJP: Being back in my kingdom, of course the princess walking around gets much more attention, also resulting in more attention towards you. But I don't pay it any mind, simply walking with you into the target building, where we're greeted by a grumpig, who doesn't seem to pay you any mind.

Me: This walk is the easiest yet, knowing that these people are the most used to seeing me walked around. I only blush a normal amount, smiling casually the whole way. As you chat with the grumpig, I pass the time by nuzzling your ankles as usual.

BJP: Me and the grumpig talk as I show them the artifact we retrieved and we talk about it. As usual it's nothing that concerns you, until...

"Well that sounds very interesting... Though part of me wishes I could see it in action to learn more..." the grumpig says.

BJP: I think for a moment, before smirking. I hold the artifact in my hand, kneel down, and hold it out towards you. "Could you hold this for a moment?"

Me: I tilt my head, recalling hearing something about it being cursed... But if my princess wants me to hold it, then it must be either safe, or fun~

"Yes, princess," I say as I hold my hands out.

BJP: I put it into your hands and have you grip it. "Just hold onto it~" I pet your head before taking a step back.

Then, within only moments, your body begins to feel fuzzy. Not the bad kind of fuzzy, but not necessarily the good kind either. You can feel yourself getting weaker, even more so than you already are, and you could swear you're getting smaller too. As you get more used to the fuzzy feeling, you're pretty sure it's the good kind of fuzzy now, as it spreads over your entire body.

Not only are you getting weaker, but you could swear your claws are getting softer too, making it hard to hold onto the artifact. Before it can drop, I lay you on your back and lay the artifact on top of you so it can finish its doing. You get weaker, softer, and smaller, until a few minutes later, you're left as just a soft, cute pink sneasel plush, roughly half the size you previously were.

Me: As it starts to work, and I feel my strength (and myself) shrinking, a nervous smile spreads across my face; it's DEFINITELY cursed! The more that fuzzy feeling changes my body, the bigger my smile gets as I feel on the outside what I've been feeling inside all day: Small, soft, and helplessly weak~

From both excitement and weakness, my knees wobble, until you come to the rescue by laying me down. It's all too easy to lay still and let the artifact finish its job. When the changes finally finish, the little Sneasel plush looks up at its owner with beady eyes and a smile.

BJP: I pick you up, rocking you in my arms much more easily now that you're so small and near weightless. The grumpig comments on the curse, telling all they can, though there's one thing they don't have an answer to.

"Any idea how long this curse will last?" the grumpig asks.

"Well, I suppose we'll just have to wait and see~"

And so, after that long day, the princess returns to the castle, ready for bed with his favorite plush~

Me: Half-hugging you with my tiny arms, I'm literally speechless as you carry me home. Your grasp squishes into my soft, pliant body, giving that nice pressure sensation with hardly any effort. I'm so happy to be a tiny soft toy for my princess to play with!

[gaydivorcetual]

flowers for algernon is a great story for when you have been decining in basic mental skills for months with no discernable reason or method to stop it. he me fr

[moisette]

I've gotten a lot of things from my dad. My ability to get injured constantly in random ways comes from him. There's no one else in our family that gets injured like we do.

He helped shape my love of music and fantasy and making art. He was an artist but he no longer makes art. He still loves music and dragons and wizards, though.

He (and my mother) helped me to see the world in a certain way. They helped form the person I am. My manners and morality and the way I think about certain subjects.

I look more like him than I do my mom. You can tell he's my dad.

I developed a good sense of humor and the ability to make witty remarks thanks to him.

I've also gotten a lot of mental and physical issues from him and my mom... Our family has horrible health and mental health issues. You name it, we got it.

I've mentioned this many times and it's even in my Steam bio - I don't sleep good. I have at least 3 sleep disorders that I struggle with. Over time, the sleep deprivation has piled up. My memory is bad. My reflexes are slow. I just zone out and ignore everything happening around me. I also can't physically talk right anymore... All of these things - I've seen happen to my dad. Especially when it comes to talking. He jumbled his words a lot and we'd laugh because it was funny. Now I'm doing it...

You'd think someone not sleeping well is no big deal - they're just tired. It's worse than that. It's harder than that. It doesn't just stop - it piles up over time and everything you've lost, you can't get it back. I will continue to struggle with remembering shit. I will continue to walk in a fog. I will continue to have trouble speaking. I'm just royally fucked xD As is the rest of my family...

[amomentxofhappiness]

@sesyeuxocean @pleinsdemuses liked for a starter from ted (witch/wizard verse)

It had been a while since he had used the pendulum to find someone. The person's friend had seeked him because 'he helped with weird stuff' (whatever that meant) and had brought a t-shirt, something one of his cousins would use. It made him a little mad that peopke messed with things they didn't understand or worse, things they did understand and expose themselves to danger.

He asked the friends to leave and got the numbers and once he was sure they were gone and not spying, he stretched the map and got the pendulum, feeling its energy. Closing his eyes he started swinging the stone, holding the fabric with his other hand until the crystal pointed straight to the docks. "You sure?" He asked the stone--or whomever was holding it in place on the other side-and felt a little confirmation tug on it, the chain falling from his hand but the crystal remaining standing "ok, point taken."

He grabbed the usuals, holy water, crystals, little bags with specials and a few daggers and his gu.n, just to be on the safe side.

Finding the place wasn't hard either-it reeked of dark energy and he had to breath and let go of his protection thoughts in order to go in unnoticed.

After sneaking in to the basement, he noticed someone around. "Oh, hello there" he teased eager to start a fight.

[pyroselkie]

Hate that life is either terror at experiencing something new or boredom at experiencing old things that suck. And by life I mean the free trial of final fantasy fourteen a realm reborn the critically acclaimed mmorpg.

[rayvern-sheep]

Oughhhhh goddd i think this is the first time all month i rlly dont wanna do today’s piece

Its gonna suck ass i fuckin know it. Its midnight and ive only just finished the thumbnail so im rlly not gonna be able to spend much time on this w/out sacrificing sleep