#and i think it's making me a little uuuuuh Insane

[reikunrei]

me thinking abt my 0.2 followers that are interested in stranger things: hey guys what if i made a casual stranger things chat discord server

[purpleisnotacolor]

watching the prequels after seeing all those memes about what the characters should have done was so funny, not only because every character was only ever two sentences away from making the memes reality, but because every single character is trying their hardest to do exactly that... and they all fail miserably, just because they lack the foresight we have.

every character is trying their hardest to double check, investigate, make amends, make the best of a bad situation, plan ahead, etc. ...and it ended the way it ended. the actual correct choices that all the memes frame as simple rationality are actually insane in-universe.

was Obi-wan supposed to accept an army of millions of identical human men? yes? no? how could you plan for that situation?

was Obi-wan supposed to believe Dooku on the spot without investigating his claim? well yeah actually, but who does that?

was Anakin supposed to kill Dooku? obviously not. Anakin straight up says he shouldn't, but his mentor/dad/the chancellor is saying it's okay so... sure? "actually, no I totally shouldn't have done that but... he's dead now so.... uuuuuh????"

should Dooku have yelled "Palpatine is the sith lord!" at Anakin so he wouldn't die? yes! but Palpatine's betrayal was not foreshadowed at all, so he's stunned for just a little too long trying to figure out what the heck is happening. "wait what? was this the plan? is he actually going to kill me? is this a test? what would this be a test of? why would- oh, I'm dead now."

Should Anakin have humbly accepted his place on the council? yes. and he did, just not humbly, because he was mad at the council because he thinks they're just using him to get to Palpatine... which they are.

so then should the council have asked Anakin to spy on Palpatine? ¯\_(:/)_/¯. manipulating people is bad but they need to investigate him somehow. they couldn't just stage a coup out of nowhere.

Or were they? was Mace Windu supposed to kill the chancellor on a hunch? yeah actually, but why would anyone assume that?

so I actually change my mind about the prequels being an idiot plot, it's a genius plot. a tragedy that wouldn't have happened if everyone (except for Anakin) was just a little more impulsive and stupid.

[arcplaysgames]

god i can't believe i only have 30 images. tumblr please just increase my image limit specifically and give me, like, 50. i'm dying.

There's zero chance there isn't going to be a two-parter.

Shido's Palace is the Diet Building, but it is a cruise ship that is gliding through a world already lost. Shido's perception of the world is that everything is already a lost cause and all he's concerned with is personal survival in luxury.

So he's your average billionaire, trying to build a lifeboat for himself and personally selecting the people he will allow to leave with him from his desperate sycophants.

For what I think is the first time, the Palace is regularly interrupted by little asides, back to Akechi in the real world.

No no that's flippant. Akechi is a fundamentally broken person. Like, the way he connect to people is by making himself necessary and that is it. He is the Black Mask

(which: the game reveals he's Black Mask in a little bit but I thought this was confirmed by Futaba's wiretapping, like, hours ago, but everyone acts shocked? eh whatever)

and has been doing the mental shutdown killings for Shido for years.

Anyway, while he's on air with the TV crew, someone innocuously mentions a phone, and he starts to remember Sae and the phone, and starts to suspect something's up.

A little bit later, Shido asks him to go on clean-up, taking out all remaining people he thinks might even possibly betray Shido. Akechi points out that uuuuuh why tf are we doing this now, it's really suspicious? why not wait until after the election?

So Shido is feeling extra paranoid. Akechi gets nervous about wtf might be happening.

Nice of you to drop in, Beige Boy.

Akechi figured out that the Thieves are infiltrating Shido's Palace and shows up to finally have a long-overdue mental breakdown at everyone.

yeah for real, you clearly needed someone to grab you by the back of your stupid hair and shake you until you decided not to murder people for your biological dad

OH YEAH, SHIDO IS AKECHI'S FATHER. which, okay, I didn't call that one at all. I was wondering why he had such a specific hate-on for Shido and that certainly explains it, but also wow they look nothing alike and Akechi really didn't even hint at that. Go fucking figure.

But if Shido's right and Akechi started volunteering to do this work in the Metaverse for him 2.5 years ago, that was right after/around Wakaba Isshiki's death. How the fuck did Akechi get into the Metaverse to begin with?

I'm fucking thrilled to bits that Akechi's plan all along was to kill Shido. I want that so bad for him honestly. It'd be mad sexy of him if he managed it.

Alas, Akechi is fully fracturing and goes off on the Thieves, deciding if he can finally kill them, his plan can still work.

AKECHI HAS MULTIPLE PERSONAS

AKECHI HAS THE WILD CARD ABILITY

HAS AKECHI MET NOTIGOR

Also his innate ability is to drive people insane with his persona. He demonstrates on two shadows, siccing them on the party. He's been using that on other people too, causes the psychotic episodes in the background of the game.

Bruh, wow. You are just the actual antagonist of this tale, huh?

Like, I really really wish Persona pulled a really rabbit out of the hat here. I can see how close they got to something fucking magical. Spend all this time building up Shido, do everything the same as if he were going to be the final boss...

then have Akechi step in, kill Shido, and take over as the True Villain of the game.

THAT WOULD HAVE FUCKING RIPPED, and justified all the effort put into building up Akechi. MAN.

But anyway.

Kismesissitude, folks.

GOD BLESS THEM THEY FUCKING TRY

THEY REALLY TRY

Akechi, I think Reverie was into your weird homoerotic rivalry thing from pretty early, if you just said, "Hey, want to make out and do some knifeplay" he would have been down. This was all you, buddy!

Again: easy to be flippant, but it's clear that Akechi has never once had a person he could rely on, and so has never learned the basic skills of how to rely on other people, and that isolation is his undoing. No matter how powerful you are singularly, people can still party up and take you down like a raid boss at the end of the day. You can't kill Reverie faster than Mona and Ann can Diarahan him.

"Dude, please, just chill. You are super going through it right now and we all say shit we don't mean when we're having a meltdown."

Alas, Akechi will not chill. he has a deficit of chill.

[leofrith]

Obligatory "Eivor!" for the ask game

well yeah of course ✨

a song that reminds me of them: borders by kalandra. every kalandra song can be about eivor if i want it bad enough 💖

what they smell like: honey and wood smoke

an otp: girl has chemistry with basically everyone. kassandra vili randvi hytham estrid etc etc. but i'm feeling some type of way about leofrith lately (lately being the last uuuuuh six months rip)

a notp: sigurd. there's a few others that i can understand but just don't particularly care for but keep away from me with that shit in particular. they're literally siblings!!!

favorite platonic/familial relationships: sigurd in the deeper version of their relationship that lives in my head. varin because eivor's relationship with her father is one of the emotional through lines of eivor's character in the main game. rosta, my darling rosta, who doesn't get as much attention as she deserves, but eivor is such a mama's girl and it makes me a bit insane. also gunnar!!! he loves her so much and is so proud of her. styrbjorn and eivor's relationship is so interesting and i wish we got to see more of it. i'm just listing everyone now. valka and eivor's relationship is so sweet and there's a kind of trust and understanding there that i don't think eivor shares with any other character.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: i don't know if there are really any specific headcanons that i dislike? i tried to write a few responses to this but they just feel really nitpicky so i stopped 😂

the position they sleep in: when she's alone, with her back to a wall with easy access to a weapon. when she's with a trusted partner she's the little spoon because she can rest easy knowing she has someone watching her back 😭

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: accidentally have been becoming very serious about my star wars au in which mandalorian eivor comes into possession of the darksaber and starts having visions because of it (the sword's haunted--) while also trying to lead her scattered people and ally with jedi hytham and basim, who are hunting a relic of the jedi order for their own purposes. if none of this makes sense to you because you don't know or care about star wars lore then i envy you 💖 just ignore this and read the fic whenever i finish it pspspsps it's all you need i promiseeeee

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: the berserker armour is my usual go to, but i also hate wearing it in wintery regions because eivor looks cold ahgsdfasdhf in which cases i'll usually rotate between the raven clan or mystical armor. would also wear the huldufolk armor if i had it !!!!!!

send me a character and i will answer these questions!

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 7]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, fingering, daddy!kink, dirty talk, ‘cuz you can touch touch me~ 😏 ur gonna need to imagine headband/bandana wearing left&right cheol for this cuz that’s the fantasy i was imagining for this chapter the entire time i was writing it hehe 🍒 quick apologies to anyone who thinks this is moving a little slow 😩 I literally don’t know how to shut up and I end up writing too much LMAO and as always, thank you for the continued interest! Have a great weekend bbys! 💕 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - ?

dom.cheol has donated $400

therealchan99: yea this is about right on course

dom.cheol: what, did u miss me? 😏

gentleman_josh95: loosely

chwenon: more like the obscenely large donations were missing lolol

You jokingly roll your eyes, exhaling deeply as you push your toys off to the side of the bed. You’d just finished your Saturday show without a hitch, albeit feeling a little lonely. “Aww, c’mon you guys! Don’t tease~” Glancing around the room, it did feel a little odd to you now that Seungcheol wasn’t there but he had called earlier in the day and told you that it might’ve been better if he stayed back.

In truth, you understood exactly how he felt.

Part of you was ready to throw all caution out of the window when it came to Seungcheol and he felt it too. But at the same time, you knew it wouldn’t be that easy and that there were still things that the two of you needed to discuss before deep diving into intimacy, especially when it came to powerplay.

kitty_junjun: hey dont take this in a weird way but like

kitty_junjun: i feel like i saw u earlier today…

universe_WZ: ooo i never thought abt that before

sleepy_wonu has donated $75

xcaliburDK: have ppl recognized u irl before? :o

dom.cheol: i feel like i might’ve seen u irl before too…

Your cheeks bloom a hot pink; a nervous giggle on your lips. “Oh! I mean, yeah, there’s been a handful of times. I’ll wear wigs out sometimes though. Can’t have people calling me out in a grocery store, y’know?”

kitty_junjun: wait so maybe i did see u? I dont wanna give out locations tho…

“Maybe! I’m still out on my little weekend trip and I was out and about earlier~ if you see me next time, don’t hesitate to say hi! I promise I don’t bite~” You pause, leaning closer into the webcam as you wink.

“Unless you want me to~”

You start running a bath right after you end your show, stretching and turning on some music as you start to unwind. Thankfully you didn’t have a tiring show today, so you decided to take the rest of the night to pamper yourself in preparation for your day with Seungcheol.

Biting your lip, you pick up your phone, already seeing a multitude of messages from Seungcheol on your lockscreen.

cheollie ✨: don’t forget ur glass of water!

cheollie ✨: also don’t forget i’m picking you up at 9:30am

cheollie ✨: hope ur ready to spend all day at the roller rink with me baby

You can’t help but grin, already excited to see how Seungcheol spent his day at work. Typing a response, you quickly hit send before setting your phone down onto the nightstand and making your way to the bathroom.

‘I can’t wait! I’m so excited~ u promised me free skates and free food so don’t forget!!’

It’s exactly 9:29AM when Seungcheol messages you that he’s downstairs.

You check yourself in the mirror one last time, smoothing down your dress and hair and grabbing your bag before you rush down to meet Seungcheol. 

There’s a mild feeling of nervousness that pours over you, but you quickly shake it off once you see his blue headed figure standing outside of the lobby.

“‘Cheollie!”

He turns around to face you just as you stop in your tracks; gasping when you see the cute way he’s styled his hair for today. “Whoa… wow, uh, j-just.. Wow. You look great in bandanas...”

Seungcheol laughs, eyes forming crescents. “I don’t usually work the weekends so I thought I’d spice it up a little. Guess it looks good?” You can only nod shakily, mentally cursing yourself when you feel the arousal already pooling inside your body. He winks at you once, opening the passenger’s side door as you slide into his car.

“Hope you’re ready to have a boring day at the roller rink with me.” He gives you a tight lipped smile, shutting your door before he rounds the car to get in on the driver’s side.

“I’m telling you, it’s not going to be… y’know, anything crazy.”

“Who says it has to be! I’m excited to see where you work and anyway you promised!” You tease, poking him in the arm as he starts the car. “I know, I know… I just---I don’t want you to be disappointed. I bet you thought I was some rich old hotshot before, huh?” Seungcheol shoots you a glance, smiling gently.

“Mmm.. not really.”

“No? You didn’t think I was some lonely CEO with loads of money with a thing for camgirls?”

You laugh at his response, placing your hand over his on the gear shift.

“Nah, if there’s anything I thought about you, it was that you were way too nice to be on some camming website.”

The two of you have idle conversation as Seungcheol takes his time to drive to the roller rink. In all honesty, he was a little nervous himself, although he’d never say it to your face.

“Oh my god, is that it?! It’s so cute!”

He parks close to the entrance, turning the car off as he jogs over to your side to help you out. “‘Cheol, you know you don’t have to be so sweet~” You pout, latching onto his arm as he locks the car.

“Oh but I do. You deserve to be spoiled once in a while!”

A blush coats your cheeks yet again, shy eyes fixated on the floor as he walks you towards the entrance. “Yeah, but all you ever do is spoil me… That sybian was no joke and my god, Seungcheol, the price! I almost had half a mind to return it…” You end in a mumble. Seungcheol laughs, opening the door for you as you unlatch from his arm and step in first.

“You’re worth spoiling. Now stop worrying, okay? I promise I’m not up to anything illegal in order to afford your gifts.” Giggling, you lean up to kiss him on the cheek, nodding firmly.

“Fiiiiine, I trust you, y’know?”

“I know, baby. I trust you too, now let’s go meet my best friend who’s going to play butler for you today.”

He leads you over to the concession stand where an equally tall yet bored male stands. “Hey, Jeongguk!” The said male looks up from his phone, eyebrow quirking when the two of you walk up. “Uh, hey Seungcheol-hyung…” Seungcheol feels a weird tenseness fall over the three of you, clearing his throat to get Jeongguk’s attention when he finds the younger male staring.

“Um, this is my friend. She’s---uh, she’s gonna be hanging out here for the rest of the day. I promised her that you’d give her free food, so uh, just--just let me know how much it is so I can tell Namjoon to take it out of my paycheck.” Jeongguk grins, a sly look in his eyes when he finally meets Seungcheol’s concerned eyes.

“Sure! Can I talk to you over there? It’s about our paychecks actually.” Jeongguk turns to you, leaning over the counter. “Sorry, employee only info, ch--uuuuuh, you know the deal.”

“Yeah, of course!”

Jeongguk points off to the side, gesturing to Seungcheol who follows suit.

The younger male makes sure they’re a safe distance away, watching as you pluck your phone out of your purse before he starts talking in harsh whispers. “What the fuck, dude!? You’re---no, you’re not fucking Cherry. She doesn’t have a boyfriend so what the fuck?”

The blood drains from Seungcheol’s face; the feeling in his fingers going numb as his throat goes dry. “Wuh--what? What are you---what are you talking about?” Jeongguk scoffs, eyes rolling jokingly.

“So, hyung, how do you know her?”

“You’re asking me?! How do you know her!?” Seungcheol’s eye twitches just as Jeongguk shoots him an incredulous look, arms crossed in mock annoyance. “I’m a horny boy, what can I say.”

“Please do not ever use those words to describe yourself again.”

The younger male stands in silence, nodding in thought.  

“Fuck, wow, I should’ve noticed. All those extra shifts you were taking, the reason why you could never come hang… You don’t like working here as much as Yoongi-hyung but you--holy---holy shit, wait--you… you can’t be…”

Fuck, here it comes.

“You’re fucking ‘dom.cheol’ aren’t you? You’re the one always leaving her insane fuckin’ donations all the time… and the gifts.. Oh my god. The ‘cheol’ was from Seungcheol, I should’ve known...”

Seungcheol dies a million deaths inside his head; the ringing in his ears becoming unbearable while Jeongguk stares at him in mild disbelief. “It all clocks out, holy fuck. No wonder you were so fucking eager to pick up so many extra shifts…” Seungcheol’s mouth opens and closes a few times, unsure what to say.

“I mean, fuck hyung, I--I’m kind of impressed but wow. You think you know a guy, huh?” Jeongguk laughs, patting the older male on the shoulder. “She’s only one of the hottest camgirls out there right now. You’re a lucky man, hyung.”

A weird possessiveness washes over Seungcheol, hands gently balling up into fists at his side. “Okay, well, she… she’s just here to chill, alright? Don’t do anything weird. And most of all, don’t say anything weird either.” The younger male nods, already walking back to where you were standing.

“Hey, sorry, hyung’s paycheck is gonna be pretty sad next week and I had to let him down gently. Anyway, I’m Jeongguk. You are?”

You give him a fake name; shaking his hand over the counter as he grins at you.

“It’s my pleasure.”

You spend the first two hours on the floor skating; catching Seungcheol’s eyes on you from time to time as he sits nearby cleaning skates. The place seemed pretty empty, which was something that Seungcheol was immensely glad for.

Eventually you skate off out of the rink, making your way to Seungcheol who smiles at you when you come sit next to him. “Told you. Bored already, huh?” The two of you share a laugh, watching as the few other people continue to skate around the rink.

“I mean… it’s different! Right about now I’d usually be six episodes into a new series or something… It’s nice to be somewhere else and doing something different.”

He nods in return, slightly pouting when he turns to face you. “I hate that you have to go home tonight.” You mirror his sentiments, lips quirking into a sad smile.

“I know… I don’t wanna go home…”

Seungcheol bites the inside of his cheek, eyes flitting over to Jeongguk. “Hey, maybe we can bail a little early. This place is pretty dead anyway, and I--I can have Jeongguk clock me out when he leaves. My shift is supposed to end at 3PM and it’s noon now so… We can leave in a hour? Maybe get a late lunch?”

“Seungcheol… I don’t want you to get in trouble…” You mumble, brows furrowing in concern. “Really, it’s okay! We can just hang here ‘til then and still have time to get dinner!” He sighs, knowing you were right. Now was not the right time to be testing the waters with Jeongguk and Namjoon.

“Okay, okay, you win, baby.”

It takes 45 minutes.

45 minutes and a free drink from the concession stand before your mind starts wandering.

You watch Seungcheol converse with Jeongguk behind the concession stand; his cute laugh sending you into orbit when your eyes meet and you can’t stop the thrums of lust pouring over your body when a certain idea pops into your head.

Seungcheol turns his attention back to the younger male and you quickly start to unlace your skates and put your normal shoes back on before Seungcheol’s entire break gets taken up. 

You walk up to the two; Seungcheol cleaning off his hands before he exits from behind the counter.

“Seungcheol…” You softly call out; a look of concern crossing his features when he stops in front of you. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, mmhmm! I just--I need to talk to you, if that’s okay?” Jeongguk already turns to leave, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You drag Seungcheol away, tugging him towards an even emptier part of the roller rink as the concern builds up inside of him. “I have an idea.” He feels himself gulp, already anticipating what you have to say.

“And…?”

“Well… It’s… It won’t t-take long I don’t think, just… hear me out?” You question gently, head tilting cutely up at Seungcheol who already knows he can’t say no to you. “Okay, shoot.”

“Wh--what if we… film a small POV v-video… like, not a live one! Just a small upload on my channel to test the waters maybe? I just---you don’t have to say anything and--and it’ll be quick, and--and like, nothing major just a little, um, f-fingering and--oh my god, sorry, I shouldn’t have a-asked, that’s just---I’m s-sorry I was thinking about it and it kinda got to me and I’m---I’m kinda already wet just thinking about it and--”

“No, let’s… let’s do it. To be fair, people seem to like risqué public things like that right?” A crimson blush falls on Seungcheol’s cheeks as he turns the tables, wrapping a hand around your wrist as he walks you to the employee restroom. “It’s… there shouldn’t be anyone in here so we should be safe.” He mutters, checking to make sure before he ushers you inside and locks the door behind him.

“I don’t know what to do so you’ll have to guide me a little here, baby.”

You nod, pulling your phone out and opening the camera app. Scrolling, you put it in video mode, clicking the red button before passing it to Seungcheol. “I’ve never done it either but I’m sure I can just… crop it and I m-mean it’s meant to be a little shoddy, right?” You giggle nervously, body already on fire when Seungcheol makes the camera face you. “You don’t have to say anything if you’re not comfortable with your voice being in the video, I just need… this.”

You reach for his free hand, playing with it as you run your fingertips across the veins. “I’m sorry, daddy… I just… I couldn’t help but think about your fingers inside my tight pussy...” Seungcheol almost loses his grip on your phone; palm clammy when he watches as you bring his hand underneath your short dress.

“Please… please, won’t daddy fuck me with his fingers? I promise I’ll be good for the rest of the day if he lets me cum on his fingers…” You whine.

Seungcheol isn’t ready to have his voice heard yet, so he nods, fingers twitching in your hold.

You take this as an okay to continue, dragging his hand up until his knuckles graze your panties. “O-oh, fuck…”

This time Seungcheol takes the lead; his own body ablaze when he can already feel your wetness soaking through your panties. He presses into it, digging his fingers into the wet material until it sticks to you like a second skin. “D-daddy, please, please, put them inside, I need it!!” You mewl, trying to keep your voice down as much as possible while still being audible enough on camera.

He shoots you a look; one that tells you to hike your dress up until your soaking panties are seen through the camera lens. And you easily follow, holding your dress up as Seungcheol drops to his knees, angling the camera upwards until only his fingers and your clothed pussy are in view. You spread your legs a little more, back resting on the wall behind you.

“Please, I can’t wait any longer…”

He gulps once, saying a prayer before he slowly pushes your panties to the side. And you all but lose any semblance of sanity the second he runs his fingertips through your wetness, pussy clenching around emptiness. “Fuck--fuck me, please!”

Once Seungcheol deems his fingers wet enough, his eyes meet yours, asking for silent consent before he makes any further moves. You nod frantically, fingers gripping the material of your dress tightly.

Seungcheol bites his lip the second he starts sinking his first finger into your tight warmth; already feeling the drool pooling in his mouth when you moan loudly. He starts a slow pace, mentally noting just how obscenely wet you are when he drags his finger out slowly. “Ngh, daddy m-more, please, I can take it, I wanna be f-full~” He gives it a few more thrusts of his index finger before he adds his middle finger; this time slowly sinking both digits into your pussy as you whimper above him.

His eyes flit up, mesmerized when he sees your face contort in bliss. “O-oh my god, I’m--I’m already so close… Daddy’s fingers are so much bigger and thicker than mine, it fuh--feels so good…” You mutter; squirming when Seungcheol doesn’t move.

And it takes him a second; too fixated on the way your tight walls only seem to suck his fingers in deeper.

But he starts a moderate pace, scissoring and curling his fingers inside of you until you’re reduced to whines and soft breathy moans.

He can already feel you getting tighter around his fingers after a few more minutes; doubling his pace when you start to beg.

“Oh my god, oh my god, ‘m so close, fuck! P-please touch my clit, daddy, please make m-me c--cum!”

Seungcheol feels his cock throbbing in his pants but he focuses on you, thumb immediately on your clit as he rubs harsh and quick circles on the swollen nub. He doesn’t know how much time has passed or if his break is over, but the look of absolute pleasure on your face is enough to make him not care.

He curls his fingers into your g-spot, holding them still as he continuously rubs your clit until you’re cumming; thighs shaking as you let out shaky breaths above him.

“Oh m-my god, daddy!” You mumble in a hurried frenzy, thighs clamping around his hand between your legs as the pleasure washes over you.

Seungcheol lets you ride out your high, gently wiggling his fingers inside of you as he starts to slow down.

“Mmh… Seungcheol…”

Oh fuck.

He definitely liked it when you moaned his name. 

“Y-yes…?” It’s his cue to turn off the camera, shaky finger pressing the ‘stop’ button. He gently slides his fingers out of you, muttering an apology when you wince.

“You don’t have to say sorry! It’s just… ‘m sensitive…” You mewl, already missing the feeling of his fingers inside of you. “Y-yeah, of course! I, um, I hope that was okay? I’ll give you a second to get cleaned up, I’ll uh, run and get you some water.”

You nod in response, thanking him before he quickly washes off his hands and bolts out of the restroom; ears and cheeks redder than a tomato.

Once you’re alone, you quickly open your camera roll, clicking on the video as you hurriedly crop out the beginning and end, making sure that the short video didn’t have any incriminating details before you open up your camming homepage.

There’s a moment of unsureness that makes you pause. You bite the inside of your cheek, weighing the potential outcomes of posting this to your page. 

But before you can change your mind, you quickly start the upload; adding a title and a short description before you lock your phone to let it process.

In the meantime, you get cleaned up, checking your appearance in the mirror once before picking up your phone again. Unlocking it, you find the upload has finished and you exhale sharply, publishing the video before locking the device again.

You move to exit the restroom, already finding Seungcheol holding a bottle of water on the other side.

“Oh, there you are! Everything okay?”

“Mmhmm! I uploaded the video before I could change my mind so I’m a little nervous…” You trail off, accepting the bottle that Seungcheol passes you.

“Well, the good news is, we’re bailing, now. I told ‘Guk to clock me out so we should get out of here so I can get your mind off of that.”

He shoots you a genuine smile, offering his hand which you take.

“Let’s fuckin’ get some ice cream, I think we deserve it.”

Seungcheol takes you on a scenic drive, taking you to an ice cream shop further away from town.

The two of you sit down in a booth towards the back of the shop and he helps clear your head, talking about various topics to keep your mind off of the huge risk you’d just taken.

“Anyway, that’s one of the reasons why I’m never bar-hopping with ‘Guk again. He’s got no limit, nobody can keep up and nobody wants to keep paying the uber fees.” You laugh as Seungcheol finishes his story, taking a sip of your milkshake.

You can’t help but sigh after a few seconds, pouting at Seungcheol who blinks questioningly at you. “‘Cheollie, I don’t wanna go home…” He stares back, unsure of what to say. A million different thoughts run through his mind in the split second before he opens his mouth.

“Why don’t you stay with me for a couple more days?”

Seungcheol doesn’t understand the gravity of his words until they spill out of his mouth; a panicked look on his face when you go completely silent in the seat across from him. “I m-mean, uh, I mean, like, fuck. I’m sorry, that must’ve been way too out of bounds. I just---it’s just, you don’t want to go home and---and I can take care of you while you’re here! Even if it’s just a couple days. I can help you film too!” He curses himself for rambling; immediately shutting himself up.

“I--I don’t want to bother you, ‘Cheol… That’s really too kind of you…” A shy blush coats your skin; chewing on your bottom lip when you shyly avoid his gaze. “A-and my filming stuff is back home too… I brought a few toys with me so I could film my weekend shows but--but my camera…”

“I can ask Jeongguk!”

You shoot him a bewildered look, brow quirking. “He--he streams sometimes too, like, video games ‘n shit. He actually offered me his extra equipment a while back, if I ever wanted to get into it myself. I can ask to borrow it, if you want?”

You drink in his words, unsure. The thought of staying with Cheol might’ve danced across your mind a handful of times, but now that the offer was on the table, you weren’t sure how to respond.

You trusted Seungcheol, and you knew by now that he would never do anything to hurt or betray you. But this was a far leap from how things were the last time you’d seen him.

“Listen, I can see the cogs in your head turning, baby. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I’m not forcing your hand into anything you don’t want. But I know you’ve been wanting to get out a ‘lil more and… well, in truth, I think it’d be nice for both of us? I can take care of you while you’re here with me and we can keep each other company.” He pauses, smiling at you from across the booth. “But I can also take you back to your hotel room and let you pack so you don’t get home too late.”

“‘Cheol I trust you.. It’s just that… I’m s-scared…”

“Scared? Of what, baby?”

The warmth blooms inside of you; shy eyes meeting his.

“Scared that I’m not gonna wanna go home…”

Seungcheol takes it easy for the rest of the day and doesn’t make an effort to get an answer out of you. He takes you around the city, tugging you into shops he thinks you’d like and walking around with you aimlessly until the sun goes down.

But time seems to go even faster once he takes you to dinner; a sigh on his lips when he knows he has to bring the topic back up.

“I hate to ask but… I have to take you back to your hotel after this so…” Seungcheol trails off, leaving it open-ended for you.

“I know… I just want to know… Why do you like me so much?”

The question takes Seungcheol by surprise; eyes wide as saucers. “I--I’m sorry I don’t follow?” You chuckle under your breath, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s just… we were strangers, kind of, before Friday, you know what I mean? And now you’re offering your place to me to just… crash at for a few days? What if I rob you blind? Or what--what if you try something with me that I don’t like?” You suddenly start catastrophizing; mind going a mile a minute with potential outcomes.

“Hey, whoa, whoa, wait. Calm down, sweetheart. It’s okay! Breathe!” You let out a shaky exhale, groaning as you hide your face in your palms. “God, ‘Cheol, ‘m sorry, I--I really want to stay with you for a few days. It’s just that my brain is going light speed and I can’t keep up. I really like you too, you’ve been nothing but kind and sweet and you’re so handsome, it’s just so crazy to me...” Your words are slightly muffled but Seungcheol catches it, a soft chuckle on his lips when he leans his head on his palm.

“I’ll sleep on the sofa and leave you alone. You can take the bed. Hell, you can even rob me blind and I’d say thank you.”

He reaches his free hand over, fingers circling your wrist as he pulls your hand down. “And I’m offering you my place because I like you as you. You’re cute and funny, and so fuckin’ humble. And I want to get to know you better. In person, y’know?”

“Y-yeah… I wanna get to know you better too. And it’s only a couple days right?”

“Right.”

Seungcheol drives you back to your hotel, a smile on his face when he sees you in better spirits.

He parks his car in front, turning to face you. “So I’ll just wait here while you grab your things and check out, okay? I’ll contact ‘Guk to see if I can swing by and take that extra equipment he offered.”

This time you nod cheerily, body buzzing with excitement as you hurriedly step out of his car. “I’ll be quick!”

He gives it a moment before he picks his phone up, taking a deep breath before typing out a message to the younger male.

‘Hey, ‘Guk I have a favour. Get back to me asap if u can.’

Jeon 🥴 : bold of u to msg me…

Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features; fingers hovering over the keyboard. ‘What are you talking about?’

Jeongguk takes a second to send a screenshot, Seungcheol’s cheeks burning a crimson colour when he sees the content.

Jeon 🥴: it’s the employee restroom for me.

Jeon 🥴: bruh it’s also the fuckin way i knew it was u before i even played the video… fuck man is that why u too so long on ur break? u do kno u went over right, I clocked it cuz i was expecting u to come back sooner

Jeon 🥴: for the rec im not mad, actually im impressed just cant believe this is u

Seungcheol ignores Jeongguk’s messages, instead opening the screenshot again and re-reading the video title.

‘I was so needy… 🥺 so I asked daddy to finger me in public…’

Jeon 🥴: bitch i kno ur reading this im dropping the hyung bc u kept this from me!!

Jeon 🥴: after i even offered u my extra camming stuff u were already doing it behind my back…

Seungcheol rolls his eyes at the younger male’s dramatic nature, fingers quickly swiping across the keyboard.

‘Alright, I’m sorry okay? I just didn’t think my online habits needed to be public knowledge and for the record, that was the first time I’ve ever done anything like that. I promise no more secrets, unless absolutely necessary. And also speaking of that extra equipment, can I swing by and grab it from your place?’

Jeon 🥴: r u gonna cam now? u got one sip of the devils juice and now ur all in?

‘Would u stop being dramatic oh my god. It’s not for me, it’s for ‘cherry’. She’s going to be staying with me for a few days and I fully expect you to keep your mouth shut on this.’

Seungcheol grimaces when he calls you by your online handle; already feeling unfamiliar with it.

Jeon 🥴: o i c. sure, u can come pick it up, simp. I’ll make sure she’s got all the necessary things before u get here and u owe me one!! i fully expect u to come stream with me at least once for keeping ur secrets 

‘It’s a deal. I’ll be there in an hour and a half.’

A sigh escapes Seungcheol’s lips, his eyes dancing over to your figure that skips towards the car. He locks his phone just as you tap on the glass, popping the trunk before he steps out.

“How’d it go? All checked out?”

“Mmhmm! Did you get in contact with Jeongguk? What’d he say?”

A nervous laugh spills from his lips as he puts your small luggage in the trunk, slamming it shut before rounding the car to open your door. “I’ll help you get settled in at my place and then I’ll drive over really quick and grab the stuff from his place.”

You hop in his car, fiddling with the seatbelt until Seungcheol slides into the driver’s seat.

“He didn’t ask what you needed it for?” Gulp. Shit.

“I just told him that I was thinking about streaming, for--for gaming stuff. He was okay with it.”

He’d tell you the truth. Soon, he promises.

No. Now.

Seungcheol sighs, hands on the wheel as he stares straight ahead. “No, no, I--I can’t sit here and lie to you. Jeongguk knows you. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you earlier, I told him to keep his mouth shut because I didn’t want him to bother you while we were at the roller rink.”

“I--oh…”

He can only nod; eyes dancing over to you as you play with the hem of your dress. “Yeah, I--I’m really sorry. He--He also found out I was ‘dom.cheol’ too and, fuck, I--I don’t know, I kind of panicked too. I hid that part of me from everyone I know so it was just… it was a lot.”

You meet his sad eyes, shooting him a small smile of your own. “It’s okay! It’s a little funny that happens right after that ‘kitty_junjun’ says he saw me in person too, huh? I mean, thanks for trying to protect me at least. It must’ve been weird for you too.”

“Yeah… If you’re not comfortable anymore, I… I’d understand too.” Seungcheol prepares himself for the worst, knowing that there was a chance that this was goodbye.

“Are you kidding! What’s one person gonna do? And you said he’s your best friend and you trust him… I’ll have to take a leap of faith on that one but… I trust you.”

You lean over the center console, kissing him on the cheek. “And anyway, as long as he’s not one of those weirdos asking for ‘favours’, I think we’re in the clear, right?”

Seungcheol grimaces; as long as it’s from me and not you, he thinks.

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The Blimp Date - deviantart

I couldn’t believe it. I had a date set up with a guy who was so far out of my league it was insane. Not that I wasn’t attractive enough, I had striking dark eyes, high cheekbones, and an angular jaw, which combined with my pale skin and chestnut brown hair made me rather striking, but I was small. I was barely 5’7”, and a skinny but toned 125 lbs. The guy I had been chatting with online though was a different story. From the photos he had sent me he looked like a bodybuilder, with large toned pecs and biceps, and he told me he was 6 and a half feet tall. On top of that he had a face like a fashion model and piercing blue eyes. He told me his name was Rob, and for some reason this stud wanted to go on a date with little me. He even called a car to take me to his house before we went out. I was sure once he realized how small and awkward I was he wouldn’t be interested in another date, but I couldn’t pass this up. A black Mercedes pulled up outside my house and soon I was on the way to Rob’s to meet this gorgeous man. Rob lived along the shoreline in a stunning mansion overlooking the beach. I couldn’t believe it as the car dropped me off. On top of his looks this guy had to me a multi-millionaire. I even googled him to see if maybe he was a secretive movie star that I hadn’t heard of, or maybe he was just a rich old man catfishing me with pictures of someone else’s pictures, but I couldn’t find anything. I took a deep breath, walked up to the magnificent oceanfront mansion and rang the bell. Within seconds the door swung open. Rob hadn’t been lying. I think I actually gasped when he opened the door. Standing before me was the most beautiful man I had ever seen in person. He was definitely over 6’6” tall and had muscles that looked like a Greek sculpture. He had round firm pecs projecting out from his chest, bulging cannonball biceps, a washboard set of abs and thighs that looked like they could crush rocks. I looked up at his stunningly handsome face and felt his laser-like blue eyes sear into me, and his lush red lips immediately turned up into a slight smile. He was also wearing only an ultra-light bathrobe, which was totally open in the front, and light blue briefs. The bulge in his briefs was almost obscene, it looked like he had a coke can and two plums in his underwear. It was hard for me not to stare. “Glad you made it!” The stunning man quickly said, and he pulled me in for a hug. My eyes were barely at the same level as the base of his enormous bulging pecs. “H-h-hi,” I stammered as I pulled back away. I didn’t even know how to react. “Well come in silly!” Rob replied, and turned and led me into the huge house. I followed him through a massive ornate foyer and into a living room in the back. The room had a cathedral ceiling and huge windows that looked out onto the ocean. Where there weren’t windows there were also huge mirrors, even on the ceiling. “I’m not quite ready to go out yet,” Rob smirked, gesturing to his almost-naked body, “but can I make you a drink?” “Sure,” I replied, and he disappeared into the kitchen for a minute. He came back with two drinks, what looked like a vodka for himself and a pink fruity drink in a martini glass for me. “It’s my specialty,” he said and winked as I took my first sip. The pink drink had an odd flavor, almost like bubblegum, and it made my throat and mouth tingle as I sipped it. We sat on the couch next to each other and made small talk. I told him about my boring job at an ad agency, and he explained to me that he had made most of his money in biotech research. “My company is redefining the limits of the human potential,” he said proudly. It was still difficult for me not to stare at the massive bulge in his briefs as he talked, but his face was so striking I managed to maintain eye contact. His light blonde hair was styled perfectly, and he had a little sexy stubble. His jawline looked like it had been carved from granite, and his muscular neck was even wider than his head.

Then he rested his massive hand on my slender thigh, and began to massage me as we talked. I gulped, and he laughed. “Don’t be nervous,” he chuckled as he stared me down. There was a predatory look in his eyes, hot as he was it was almost a little scary. This massively strong and powerful man had me totally alone in his remote mansion. Then he shifted his hand up to my crotch. I gasped again. He rubbed my package through my jeans as he planted his lips against mine. He held my shoulders as his massively wide and muscular body totally enveloped me. His tongue dove into my mouth as his stubble brushed against my cheeks and I smelled the gorgeous musk of this man flood my nostrils. I had never had a kiss like this, it was like making out with a god and my dick was suddenly harder than it had ever been. After a couple minutes he broke off the kiss and stared into my eyes. “You like that, little man?” he asked. “You’re amazing,” I stammered back. He laughed, and moved my hand down to his own crotch. I couldn’t believe it. Rob’s massive cock had boned up to at least a foot long and wider than a coke can. I looked down and saw it fighting to burst free of his straining briefs. It was terrifying and unbelievably sexy at the same time. Even his balls had gotten bigger, each now the size of an apple and mostly visible as his underwear was pushed aside. I rubbed my hand up and down his massive shaft, feeling it pulse and vibrate as it leaked precum like a faucet. I pulled the massive instrument out of his tortured underwear and leaned in to lick his head. It was so wide I couldn’t even get the whole tip in my mouth. Rob still moaned though as I sucked and rubbed him. Then suddenly he pulled back and stood up. He stood up in front of me so his massive erect dick was right at my eye level. He put his hands on his hips and said something I did not expect. “Am I big enough for you?” the stud asked bluntly? “What?” I was so confused. “Am I big enough? I feel too small for you to be interested.” “You must be joking,” I replied, “you’re at least a foot taller than me, over twice my weight, and look like you’d qualify for Mr. Olympia. You’re huge!” I was actually worried that he had some weird macro fetish and only liked me because I was so small. What if he only dated little guys in order to make himself feel bigger? “I just don’t know,” Rob replied, “let me try something.” He walked to a small cabinet at the end of the couch and came back with four objects. The first two were obvious, a big dildo and a bottle of lube, the others confused me, there was a length of rubber tubing and what looked like a small air tank. “Uuuuuh, what’s all this?” I asked. “You’ll see!” Said Rob excitedly. He inserted the end of the rubber tubing into the big dildo which was apparently hollow, and poured a generous amount of lube onto it. Then he pulled down the remains of his briefs and forced the dildo up inside his bubbly muscled ass. Last he connected the rubber tubing to the small air tank. “What the hell is this about??” I asked totally confused. I was suddenly realizing that this whole date might be some elaborate prank. “You’re acting ridiculous!” “Just watch,” said Rob with a big grin on his gorgeous face. Then he took a deep breath and switched open the air tank. There was silence in the room except for the hiss of the air tank. Rob stared at me with a huge grin and I looked back totally dumbfounded. Then I saw it happening. I wasn’t sure at first, I thought it couldn’t be happening, but it definitely was. Rob was getting bigger. “Holy shit.” I muttered as a watched Rob’s body expanding before my eyes. The muscles in his arms were swelling with power, his pecs were plumping up, even his washboard eight pack stomach was distending, and I could see his bubble butt getting even rounder in a mirror across the room. “How is this even possible?!” I yelled.

Rob laughed and flexed his massive cannonball biceps as they slowly inflated even bigger, “remember I told you I work with biomedical technology,” he said. “Expanding the male body is a pet project of mine.” He flexed again and the light bathrobe totally burst off his swelling muscular body leaving him totally naked before me. “This is unbelievable,” I muttered unable to take my eyes off him, “You better believe it little man!” Rob replied as he rubbed his belly which was starting to actually get round like a roid gut. “In fact, it feels so good I think you should try it,” he said looking at me like a hulking wolf about to eat its prey. “Uuuh that’s okay!” I yelled back, “I know I’m small but I’m happy with my body. I don’t need to get inflated with an air hose in my ass!” He then took a step closer to me so his swelling cock was right in my face. It was now almost as big as a two liter bottle and looked even more menacing. His head had grown as big as a grapefruit and his slit pointed straight at me. It was almost like looking down the barrel of a shotgun. “I didn’t say anything about another air hose,” Rob smirked, and poured lube onto his inhumanly massive member. In a panic I suddenly realized what he meant. I needed to run away. This man was insane. But suddenly his hand clamped down hard on my scrawny arm. His other arm ripped my belt off in a single motion, tugged my jeans and briefs down, and began teasing my hole with a massive finger. “No no no no no!!!” I yelped as he effortlessly lifted me up to his eye level. Rob was no longer the beautiful athlete who had greeted me at the door, he had grown into a Hulk and I was at this monster’s mercy. “Get ready to see stars,” Rob taunted and I felt his massive greasy 16” cock push between my legs and up against my tight little ass. “I can’t take that!” I yelled panicking and kicking. “Oh yes you will,” said the expanding man, and I realized I was truly powerless to stop him. Rob looked straight into my eyes as he held me up, and then in one swift motion he slammed me down onto his swollen cock. He and I both yelled. It was the most intense sensation I have ever felt. I think I blacked out for a few seconds. It felt as if his shaft was filling my entire torso. I should be dead I thought, he must be tearing me apart with this enormous tool. But suddenly I realized I wasn’t in pain at all, and it actually was starting to feel amazing. I could feel Rob continuing to expand inside of me as he pumped my body up and down like a sex doll. But I didn’t feel like I was being ripped to pieces, all I felt was a tingling sensation and waves of orgasmic pleasure. “How am I taking this?!” I moaned. Rob chuckled, “Enjoy your pink drink? It helped prep you for this.” I realized he had drugged me with some scientific compound so I could survive his inflated cock. This must have been his plan all along. Actually it wasn’t that bad, I was really starting to enjoy being fucked by this hulking monster. Without the fear of being torn apart this was like a fantasy come true. Then suddenly I felt a new sensation. The pressure around his dick in my abdomen got even tighter. “Are you cumming?” I asked almost disappointed. Rob laughed, “nowhere near.” I then realized that Rob had stopped growing, his chest and arms were no longer bulking up and his belly wasn’t getting any rounder. I was confused since I could still hear the hissing of the tank. Then I looked down at my own cock. My dick had been a small but decent 5” when hard. I had always wished for a bigger package but figured it just wasn’t possible for me. But when I looked down at my cock after five minutes of being fucked by Rob I was shocked. It was huge. Not like Rob’s monster but now at least 8” and so wide that when I tried to reach my hand around it I didn’t even come close. My balls had also swollen up to the size of ripe oranges. Rob saw the surprise in my eyes and smirked. “Nice package little man.”

I was both excited and alarmed that my cock and balls had grown so much bigger. “H- ho- how is this happening?” I stammered but soon I realized that my flat toned stomach was bulging out too. At first I thought it was Rob’s tool expanding inside me but I suddenly realized that my whole body was puffing up. It wasn’t just my cock, my chest was pushing out, and my arms and legs were tingling as they began expanding too. “Looks like you’re bulking up there,” teased Rob as he continued to pump his dick deep inside of me. I could see in the mirrors around the room that I was actually starting to look fat. I was totally panicked but I realized what was happening. “Holy shit. You’re blowing me up with your cock.” I said in a low voice. “Exactly!” Yelled Rob laughing “My dick is pumping you up like a big gassy balloon! All the gas inside of me right now is being forced into your tight ass.” I moaned. This wasn’t possible. I couldn’t be here in this massive stranger’s house being inflated with a giant prick. But another look down at my swelling chest proved me wrong. My pecs looked like rising bread dough, and they were getting wider by the second. “Yeah that’s it little man,” said Rob, “Blow up nice and big for me. Feel the gas pumping into you, stretching you, rounding you out. I’m gonna make you huge.” “Fuuuuuuck.” I groaned as my body expanded to the size of an obese man, but I didn’t look fat. I just looked round and puffy. The shirt I had been wearing had now ridden up above my plump man tits and I could hear threads snapping as it was losing the battle with my distended body. The remains of my shirt now totally burst off of me, and I was totally naked on Rob’s cock. In the mirrors I could see I was now the size of a world champion Sumo wrestler. My cock was pulsing and it looked like it was now well over a foot long and as wide as a football. Even so, a couple minutes later and I couldn’t even see it since my belly was now bigger than an extra large exercise ball. “Yeah that’s it,” smirked Rob, “You’re my balloon, and balloons have to get bigger. Now swell big boy.” He then set me back down on the couch, I barely balanced on it since my back was rounding out too, but he set me firmly between some cushions, and rotated me back so my weather balloon sized ass was pointing up in the air towards him. He placed his hands on my bloated belly and continued slamming his cock into my swollen ass. I could feel Rob having to adjust his fingers as my body expanded. He grunted and moaned as I blew up bigger and bigger with every thrust of his hips. Then his breathing got faster, and he began to moan. As Rob came I felt my inflation kick into overdrive. I expanded as if I had been hooked up to an industrial gas pump. I actually worried I might just explode from the incredible pressure he was pumping into me. But within a couple minutes he stopped thrusting his hips and the air tank ran out. Rob was panting as he stood back to look at what he had created. He himself was now back down to the size he had been when he had opened the door for me, all the gas that had been pumped into his ass was now inside of me. I realized I was now taller than he was, and my waistline now had to be around twenty feet. I wasn’t totally spherical, but I looked like a massive caricature of an obese man. My arms and legs were bloated fat cones which I could barely move. My man tits were big fluffy pillows that pushed up on my chin. My cock was now significantly bigger and fatter than Rob’s had been when I arrived, and my balls were like melons. My ass was like two oversized exercise balls behind me, and my entire body was dominated by my tight round turgid belly. I reached down to touch it just to be sure it was still me, it was unreal to suddenly be this big and full of air. I was stunned. “Well now it’s time for our date!” Suddenly exclaimed Rob. “Wha- you can’t be serious?” I said, “I can’t move like this!” “Nonsense,” he replied, and stood me up on my feet. “You’re not a sphere, you can still waddle yourself.”

I realized I couldn’t say no to him, so I tried taking two steps forward. It was incredibly difficult and I could see how foolish I looked in the mirrors. The fattest man in history trying to waddle across the room. Then I tripped and rolled right onto my enormous gut. Rob couldn’t stop laughing but he rolled me back up, “Don’t worry big guy, you’ll get the hang of it. Now let’s get you dressed!” Rob then went to another room and came back a couple minutes later with a huge pink spandex bodysuit. “I think you’ll look pretty good in this!” He said. “You still can’t be serious,” I responded, but he wasn’t kidding. He made me step into the suit and then pulled it slowly and strenuously up over my massive body. I felt the pressure inside me increase as the suit squeezed me. I looked like a pink bubblegum bubble, almost totally round, with puffy limbs and a big bloated bulge in my crotch. It was almost more humiliating than just being a naked balloon. Now I just looked like a toy as much as I felt like one. I was worried though that if I didn’t do what he wanted he would blow me up even bigger. “Perfect! You look beautiful!” Rob then disappeared back to the other room to get dressed himself. He came back wearing a skintight blue tank top and stretchy white athletic shorts. He finished the look off with leather boots. “How do I look?” He taunted as he posed for me. His cock and balls were totally visible in his shorts and the fabric rode up deep into his muscled ass. I cursed myself for suddenly feeling turned on again, but this man was just so damn hot. “Okay! Time to go!” He said. I groaned, but realized I had no choice. I waddled slowly after him and out the front door of his mansion. Outside there was a large black van waiting. Rob opened the trunk and gestured for me to enter. Fortunately it was wide enough that he didn’t have trouble squeezing my round form in. Before he shut the van’s doors however he paused, leaned over my balloon belly, and looked me straight in the eye. “You better not get any ideas about calling for help while we’re out.” He said looking menacing, “I’ve blown you up with my science and I’m the only one with a formula that can deflate you. If you run screaming for help you’ll escape me, but you’ll still be a balloon forever. Be a nice blimp for me tonight and I’ll think about deflating you when we get back.” I think I actually whimpered. He winked at me, poked my inflated belly, and then slammed the van’s doors shut and we were off. I was at his mercy. When he parked and opened the doors again I could hear music, and realized we were in a hip part of downtown with lots of bars and clubs. I realized lots of people were about to be staring at my enormous body, and there was even a risk someone might recognize me. Rob pulled my distended body out of the van and looked me over. “Very nice.” He said, “Let’s go!” And we walked into a nearby bar with flashing lights and blaring music. Fortunately the bar had double doors so I could waddle myself in, buy every eye in the place turned to look at us. I heard people murmuring and looking us over. I was so embarrassed my face turned bright pink, almost matching my bodysuit. Rob however looked like he was having a great time, and escorted me up to the bar. I just stared straight ahead, not wanting to look at anyone, but feeling hundreds of eyes on my weather-balloon ass. Suddenly I turned and saw Paul walk in. Paul and I had dated for a few months three years earlier, but had spilt up since he just didn’t seem that interested in me. Now he was at the same bar as me and Rob, and was just a few feet away from the pink blimp that was my body. I thought maybe he wouldn’t notice me, but how could anyone not notice the muscle stud in the slut outfit with the fattest man anyone had ever seen. I saw his eyes settle on my belly, then dip down to the gigantic bulge below it, and finally raise his gaze up to my head. At first he didn’t react, but then he did a double take, and I knew it was over.

“Holy shit it is you!” Paul practically yelled running over to me. He had always been a few inches taller than me, but now I towered a foot over him. “How the hell! What happened to you man?! You’re huge!” “Well – I-I-I’ve put on some weight… decided I liked being thicker.” I hesitantly responded. “Thicker?!” Paul replied, “You’re the biggest dude I’ve ever seen now! It looks like someone shoved an air hose into your ass and blew you up like a parade balloon on Thanksgiving!” With that Rob turned around to look at Paul, he smiled and put his arm around me. “Yup,” Rob chimed in, “I like to keep my big boyfriend nice and full. He was such a shrimp when I met him. Now he’s my big sexy man.” And he leaned in to kiss me passionately. “Damn! This is your boyfriend?” Paul said looking at Rob, “Well man I guess if I guy this hot asked me to get fat as hell I’d say yes too.” “Yup.” I replied, “Can’t say no to him.” “Well have a good one then man,” Said Paul turning to leave, “but careful you don’t get too big, I don’t want to hear about you exploding!” With that he poked me in my big pink belly and walked off into the crowd. I sighed. “Well that was fun,” said Rob, “Would my big balloon boy like a drink?” “Yes please,” I sighed. At least alcohol could make this situation ever so slightly easier to tolerate. Rob then turned to the bar to grab some fruity drinks for us. My arms were too blimped up for me to be able to reach my face so Rob poured the drink into my mouth. “Down the hatch!” he teased as I gulped the drink down. I felt the comforting sensation of booze pass through my body and actually relaxed a little. But then I felt a different sensation. A tingling and a pressure deep inside me. “Oh no, you didn’t.” I pleaded, “Did you spike my drink with something?” Rob couldn’t hide his grin. “Just a little something! A very slow releasing gas formula. No one will even notice. Now let’s just chat and enjoy ourselves.” Shit, now I was going to get even bigger in the bar. We just talked for a little while. Well, he talked and I listened. He told me about his time studying biology at his university, he told me about other guys he had dated, and even some of the science in the formula that had allowed him to pump me up into a living balloon. All the while he talked I felt my body slowly swelling, as more and more gas was released from the substance he’d made me drink. I felt my bloated limbs getting even shorter as my body became rounder and rounder. Soon I figured, I would just be a ball with a head hands and feet. Suddenly, other patrons started noticing that the enormously fat dude in the pink was blowing up. “Oh my god he’s getting bigger!” I heard one guy say. “I’m worried he’ll pop!” Added another, and one more yelled out “I didn’t know humans could get fatter so fast! What did he eat??? “I guess it’s time to go,” sighed Rob, and gestured for me to waddle out. But now I couldn’t even waddle. My body had blown up so big only my taint now sat on the floor, my feet wiggled helplessly in the air a foot above the ground. “Oh fuck,” Rob said, and stepped over to roll me onto my swollen belly. “You weren’t supposed to become totally round while we were still in the bar.” With that he began rolling me out of the bar. The other people gasped but watched mostly in stunned silence as he rolled me like the 8’ ball that he had turned me into. Suddenly, as he rolled me there was a snapping and tearing noise. With a snap my pink spandex bodysuit burst off of me, leaving me totally naked and almost totally round “Damn that’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen!” Yelled one patron. “How is he even human!?” yelled another. They were transfixed by my cock which was now larger than a fire hydrant with balls the size of watermelons.

“He’s a big boy all over,” winked Rob as he rolled me towards the double doors. Only this time I didn’t quite fit through them. I became stuck in the doorframe as my body had blown up too wide. Fortunately a couple strong men in the bar helped Rob push me, and after a couple tries I popped out like a wine cork. Then Rob was rolling me back towards the big van so we could go home. Back at the house Rob squeezed me out of the van, which I was about to burst out of, and rolled me back up into the house. I was back in the room where I had first been blown up, only now I was even bigger, and totally round. Then I felt Rob roll me onto my back and insert a large dildo into my ass. “Oh no.” “Oh yes,” Rob replied, “you’re not nearly big enough to be my bed balloon yet, and he turned on an air tank, connected to an air hose, connected to the dildo in my ass. Immediately I began expanding again. The pressure inside me increased as even more gas pushed my round body to unprecedented size. Rob then vaulted on top of my spherical ballooning body and looked right in my face. “That’s it,” he said rubbing my taut smooth skin, “Blow up even bigger for me. Let yourself become my balloon, without a care in the world except getting bigger and pleasuring me.” I could see myself in the mirror on the ceiling. It looked like Rob was shrinking as my body expanded bigger and wider. I could see my cock was swelling up now even faster. It had to be over five feet long now, and the python was as wide as an obese man. My balls were now at least as big as overblown yoga balls. The pressure in my junk was so intense I felt like the tiniest touch could cause me to orgasm … or explode. It occurred to me that my dick was now bigger that I had been when I first came into this house. I looked up at Rob, “So will you deflate me and return me to normal tomorrow?” I asked hopefully? He laughed, “Oh I forgot! I was totally bluffing earlier. There’s no way to deflate you once you’re this size, big guy. You’re gonna be my blimp forever now, so you better get used to this life.” And with that he kissed my bloated lips and squeezed my taught flesh as hard as he could. For a second I didn’t worry about having been permanently turned into a balloon. Kissing him was still the most pleasurable thing I had ever experienced. Within moments of him ending the kiss though, the beautiful blonde man was asleep on my distended chest. Forever. This was forever. The realization suddenly set in. I was never going to be deflated. I was never going to walk or run again. I was Rob’s inflatable play toy, and I would be forever at his mercy. Could I ever get used to being this monstrous blimp? I fell asleep just as the tank ran out of gas, leaving me a 12’ tall balloon with a forty foot waistline. I dreamed I was thin again. I dreamed I had my little slim body back, and I was running on the beach. I was a twink again. I could touch my toes, and run and jump, and swim as I looked out over the water. Suddenly on the ocean horizon there was a large shape rising out of the water. I was afraid as it got bigger and bigger and loomed closer and closer. I wanted to run away but I was petrified there on the beach, and I couldn’t escape this massive shape. But then I realized, I was the shape. It was morning and I was waking up, and the terrifying shape rising out of the ocean in my dream was the horizon of my own inflated body. “Fuck.” I muttered. Then I felt hands rolling me around. The world spun again as my round body pivoted so now my head was facing down at Rob. But it wasn’t just Rob Standing next to Rob was another man. This guy was also naked and every bit as tall, muscular, gorgeous, and hung as Rob. “Hey!” The second guy greeted me, “I’m Terry!” “Who are you?” I asked. “I’m Rob’s partner! In life and in business,” Terry laughed, “you don’t think he owns this house and figured out all this science by himself do you?!”

The two of them then embraced in a passionate kiss. “I have to say, you did a really nice job blowing this boy up.” Terry said to Rob as both of their foot-long cocks swelled up into hard boners. “Did you bring the others back?” Rob asked his lover. “Yep, they’re all out by the beach,” replied Terry gesturing outside. “Perfect,” Said Rob, and he opened the huge sliding glass doors at the back of the room. The two of them then rolled me outside towards their pool and the beach. Outside I suddenly looked up and was amazed. Floating over the beach were at least ten balloons, but they were all very clearly inflated men. They had to each be around twenty feet tall and sixty feet around, with cocks the size of vans and balls bigger than individual Sumo wrestlers. They all just floated there in the breeze, tethered to weights in the sand. These men were actual helium balloons, lighter than air and pressurized to the max. “You ready?” I heard Rob yell. I looked back down and realized that he and Terry were now both carrying large helium tanks and had rubber hoses snaking into their muscly asses. Already they looked bloated up like off season bodybuilders. “Let’s do this!” Yelled Terry as Rob boosted him up on his shoulders so he could climb up onto my belly. Terry was already pretty inflated, and I could see the rubber hose in his butt snaking down to the tank on the ground. Terry then climbed so he was right in front of my face, and pointed his inflating cock right at my mouth. He stroked the massive member and whispered to me, “You’ll never be big enough.” With that he slammed his cock into my mouth and forced it down my throat until my nose almost touched his abs. Immediately, I felt gas pouring out of his body and into me Seconds later I felt Rob slam himself into my ass. The flow of helium into me doubled and I inflated faster than I ever had before. The feeling of their two cocks in me, blowing me up to unbelievable size, was so orgasmic I almost passed out. No sex had ever come close to feeling like this. I heard Terry whispering, “Yeah that’s it boy. Swell for me. Expand into the blimp you’ve always wanted to be. You’re our balloon, and balloons do one thing for their masters and that’s blow up.” I realized this was true. As the two studs pumped me full of helium with their massive cocks I realized, I’m just a balloon now. The only thing I have to worry about as a balloon is getting blown up, and being blown up feels so good I never want it to end. Suddenly Rob and Terry both began to moan, and at the same time they both blew their loads into me. I expanded so fast in that moment I thought I might actually explode. I was delirious, it felt so good. The pressure was unbelievable but I didn’t want to stop inflating. Terry then pulled himself out of my mouth and stepped back. He was deflated back to his normal muscular size, but standing on the vast hemisphere of my body he looked so small now. “Fuck you’re huge,” muttered Terry, and jumped off my body into the pool below. As soon as he was off of me I began to slowly rise up above the ground. I quickly stopped since Rob had apparently tied a rope around one of my feet, but he gradually let it out until I was the same height as the other ballooned men. I also realized I was a bit bigger than most of them, and actually felt kind of proud about that. “See you later!” Rob yelled, “We’re having a beach party this afternoon and you’ll all provide excellent shade for all our guests!” And the two of them headed back into the mansion I was dazed, inflated like an actual blimp, and floating helplessly among other human balloons. Then one of them, with a cute face, red hair and blue eyes looked over at me. “Hey man!” he said, “How’s it feeling?” “Hey, umm, okay I guess,” I replied, “I can’t believe this is my life now, but fuck… inflating like that felt so good.”

The redhead balloon laughed, “You’ll get used to it after a while. It’s actually a pretty nice way to live, all fat and puffy and carefree.” A couple other balloons laughed and nodded as well. “I was Rob’s first boyfriend,” the redhead added, “we were dating at school when he, well he tested some new formulas on me, and suddenly I was the size of a Volkswagen. But don’t worry Rob and Terry take good care of their blimps.” I smiled. I was starting to think it wouldn’t take me that long to get used to life as a big gassy balloon.

[i-just-love-spop]

Of babysitting and (potential) kitchen fires [Chapter one]

Chapter two

Arrow loves auntie Catra and the bedtime stories she always tells about her adventures with auntie Adora and Arrow’s parents.

Catra might be enjoying babysitting a little too much.

Meanwhile, Adora is unsure whether or not she would be a good mother.

And Glimmer just really, really needs some sleep.

[Shameless post season five Adora and Catra both want kids but haven’t talked about it yet-fic that was supposed to be a one shot but isn’t anymore. Starring: the best friend squad, two Glow/Glimbow children, Melog, cuddling, a bit of angst and, of course, the best friend squad teasing each other.]

Disclaimer: This was originally posted on my Ao3, EleenaDume, which I would love to source, but tumblr is driving me insane and apparently one of the reasons why my posts might not show up in the tags could be external links, so I’m trying it again without the link. If you want to check if I’m really the same person, I’ve added this account to my list of other accounts on my Ao3-profile.

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“That day, the most selfless girl in the galaxy learned that it was alright to choose herself for once – that it was the right choice to be selfish sometimes. And that’s how she saved the galaxy. The end.”

Catra clapped her hands together to empathize the ending of the story.

The little girl with the violet hair looked up at her. There was an excited glint in her eyes.

“Start over, I want to hear the story again! Please!”

Catra laughed as she ruffled the girl’s hair.

“Nice try, sweetie, but the time has come for little Arrow to go to sleep, because Queen Sparkles will show up soon and throw me out of your room if you don’t.”

Arrow pouted.

“Come on, auntie Catra. Just one more time. Auntie Adora can keep mom distracted in the meantime.”

The adult woman stroked the child’s head again and giggled softly. Damn, she really liked this kid.

“As much as I like the way you think, Glitter, your mom will end me if I keep you awake any longer. And I think she’s pert near issuing a decree about how much I get to talk about Adora here before I must be forcefully removed from the building at all costs,” She joked.

The child laughed.

“But mommy and dad are just as bad!”

“You’re the cheekiest girl in the entire universe. I’m so proud of you.” Catra hugged her gently. “Come on, little one. Time to sleep. I’ll tell you more stories tomorrow.”

Arrow squeaked happily, snuggled up to her aunt and caved.

“Okay, fine. But only if you promise.”

The adult smiled softly. Arrow was just about her favorite person in the entire universe – except for Adora, of course.

The remaining members of the best friend squad were pretty close behind, though.

“Of course. I promise, Glitter.”

She gently tucked the girl in the cupcake pajamas into bed.

“Wanna sleep lights on or lights off today?”

Glimmer and Adora watched Catra from the doorframe as she tugged Arrow in and then started singing her to sleep.

Adora was pretty close to melting into a puddle right then and there. Instead, she almost started crying and rubbed her wedding band nervously, all the universe’s love in her eyes in that very moment.

The scene alone was enough to turn her head all over again, and that wasn’t even including the fact that Catra’s singing was down right enchanting, and she would have happily listened to nothing but that for the rest of her life.

“Adora? ... Adora?” Her best friend gave her a gentle nudge. “Hey, Brightmoon to She-Ra, you in there?”

The blonde jerked extremely startled.

She’d been in a completely different world for the last couple of minutes.

“Yeah, uh, I was just-”

“Zoning out at Catra again. I know.” Adora went beet red. Glimmer winked at her and laughed softly. Despite her visible exhaustion, she still insisted on teasing her best friend. “I’m still surprised how good she is with kids. Arrow loves her to the stars and back.”

“Yeah, I know...”

She-Ra was still way too mesmerized by the scene to take her eyes off her wife and her niece.

“Have you two thought about it yet? You know, the... adoption thing we talked about?”

Well, that jerked the warrior princess back into reality, alright.

She turned away from Catra and Arrow, instead facing the wall across from the child’s room.

“I- we- uh-” she stammered. “I... don’t know. I think I’d be a terrible mom.”

Glimmer shook her head and looked at her best friend sternly.

“Why would you think that? That’s complete nonsense.”

“Well, I’m kind of a complete mess, and extremely chaotic and clumsy and- I tried cooking something recently, and then Catra hugged me from behind while I was doing it, and then my brain short-circuited and I almost burnt down the kitchen because I still can’t believe I’m married to Catra and it’s been ten years-” She was once again talking in that very Adora way where Glimmer wasn’t sure if she even took a single breath while sentence after sentence came out of her mouth in such a speed that it was hard to understand everything. “-and, I mean, I can’t take care of a child! I can barely take care of myself, and-”

Her best friend put her hands on the shoulders of the blonde.

“Adora. Breathe.”

“...right. That... That’s a... thing I should be doing.” She listened, took a couple of long-drawn-out breaths... and slowly, she started calming down again. “I’m sorry. It’s just... I don’t know if I would be a good mother.”

Glimmer smiled at her and pinched her cheek.

“Of course you would be a good mom. I mean, you’re not Catra, but you have watched Arrow before, and you were pretty good at it. And kids love you.”

Adora let out a long sigh.

“Yeah, maybe, but... I don’t know.”

“Hey, nobody’s forcing you to do anything, alright?” Glimmer hugged her. “If that’s not something you want, that’s perfectly fine. Kids aren’t for everyone, and you two are great together on your own. You don’t need kids to be happy.”

Adora shook her head.

“Yeah, no, I know, that... that’s not it. I... I actually think we would both like to have one, but.., the only mother figure we had back at the horde was Shadow Weaver, and I think we’re both afraid we could end up being the kind of parent she was. Catra more so than me.”

Glimmer stopped short.

That though alone seemed completely insane to her.

Adora was just about the nicest, kindest person she had ever met – except for maybe Bow –, while Shadow Weaver was most definitely cruelest, most manipulative asshole she could think of.

And while Catra’s story was... more complicated on that behalf, she still couldn’t imagine her being the kind of mother Shadow Weaver had been. Catra had learned from her mistakes, had overcome her fears and weaknesses and had become a better person along the way.

Shadow Weaver had never learned, never changed, and while her last moments had been a sacrifice, it had been one of cowardice more than one of courage.

A dead person didn’t have to face the mistakes she made. Didn’t have to deal with the people they hurt – the hate in their eyes and the words of anger, sadness and spite that would get thrown at them otherwise.

Catra had faced all that. She’d worked to complete exhaustion to rebuild the cities she’d helped destroy, and she’d went to the end of the galaxy and back to prove that she’d truly changed.

Despite that, some people hadn’t forgiven her, and they never would.

Some people still thought Adora deserved better, and that Catra was treating her badly and should be banished from the planet for good for everything she’d done.

That wasn’t happening... and Catra had learned to live with and accept what people thought of her. She knew she’d hurt others. And as much as she would have liked to turn back time to right her wrongs... she couldn’t.

What others thought of her wasn’t her choice to make. If she had hurt people too much for them to ever give her another chance, that was valid, and she accepted it.

It wasn’t her choice to make.

That made her a much bigger person than Shadow Weaver had ever been.

“Are you serious? Neither of you is anything like her, and you never will be. The way Catra treats Arrow, how she tucks her into bed and sings her to sleep... that’s something my mom used to do when I was little.” For a moment, there was a glint of sad melancholy in her eyes. “Mom would have loved Arrow. And Catra would have driven her absolutely bonkers... but if things hadn’t happened the way they did... I think she would have liked her too.”

Adora pulled her best friend into a hug.

“I...” She started, but Glimmer shook her head and interrupted he.

“Shadow Weaver wasn’t like this at all, was she?”

That was a pretty clear signal.

She didn’t want to talk or think about this any longer. At least not right now.

Adora could accept that and just continued on with the conversation as if nothing had happened.

That was part of their silent agreement when it came to talking about Angella.

“No, she wouldn’t have. Shadow Weaver was never the singing type.” She raised her hands and wagged her fingers in a silly imitation of a spell caster, hoping that would lift the mood again – at least a little. “She was more like ‘uuuuuh, I’m so evil and mean, and if you don’t go to sleep then the weeping princess will show up and murder you, or maybe I will, if you annoy me too much!’...”

She stuck out her tongue.

Glimmer giggled, and Adora joined in.

She could laugh about it today... at least a little.

That had been different for a long time.

“Hey Adora.” The two of them spun around. Apparently Arrow had fallen asleep by now, because Catra was now standing right next to them, the door closed behind her so they could speak loudly without waking the child up again. She looked at her wife all lovey-dovey for a moments then turned to Glimmer, grinned and bowed playfully. “Queen Sparkles, I humbly report your daughter has been put to bed and is asleep now.”

That earned her a gentle nudge against the shoulder from said queen, who rolled her eyes as she laughed.

“Why are you like this?”

Catra gave her a cheeky grin and winked at her.

“What can I say, it’s part of my charm.”

She then put an arm around her wife gently, who had finally stopped zoning out enough to properly greet her.

“Hey Kitty.”

Catra rolled her eyes.

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

Adora pulled her close and looked at her smugly.

“You love it when I call you that.”

“I do not.”

Their faces were now merely inches away from each other.

Truth be told, Catra had given up on ever getting rid of the nickname when Adora had used it for the first time several years ago.

By now, she was sure just about all of Etheria knew about the dumb nickname – that maybe, just maybe, did send a nice feeling of comfortable warmth through her body when Adora said it.

The annoyed facade she put up was nothing more than that – just part of their playful flirting.

Their kiss was unsatisfyingly short.

Adora broke away almost immediately, grimacing. She wiped her mouth.

“...why do you taste like glitter?”

Catra, who had been kind of irritated and hurt until now, started cackling.

“So I might have given the kid a goodnight kiss to the forehead when I tucked her in, sue me.” She turned to Glimmer. “Sparkles’ husband kisses her all the time – I wonder how he does it.”

Her friend and her wife joined in the laughing really soon.

“I’ll have to thank my daughter for finding the absolutely only method I can think of that can keep you two from constantly making out in front of me,” Glimmer chuckled, smiling to herself.

Those two were almost disgustingly cute.

Almost.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but there’s nothing in the entire universe powerful enough to keep our hands off each other for long,” Adora commented truthfully.

The Horde, a war, a collapsing reality and an army consisting of robots and the clones of an insane maniac hadn’t stopped them. Keeping them away from each other for long was a task that would have required something a lot more complicated than a little glitter.

She put her arm around her wife’s waist and kissed her cheek.

Glimmer had a hard time keeping herself from commenting the purring that ensued as the smile on her lips grew wider.

She just looked at the two of them silently for a while until she spoke up again.

“Oh, and Catra... thanks for babysitting. I really appreciate it a lot.”

Spending time with them was nice... but she also started to feel her exhaustion more with every passing minute and wanted nothing more than to just collapse into her bed and sleep for a small eternity... or at least for approximately an hour before she would be woken up again.

The thought alone made her head spin.

But she was really, really thankful.

Catra had been immensely helpful when it came to watching Arrow, especially during these past few weeks.

“Hey, you know I love the kid. Anytime.” The brunette smiled. “I forgot to ask... how was your meeting?”

“Please don’t ask.” The Queen of Brightmoon grimaced and shuddered slightly. “It dragged on forever, and I was so tired that I feel like I missed out on half of what was being said.”

Adora shrugged.

“She fell asleep halfway through the meeting. We voted on whether or not we should let her sleep. It was the only unanimous decision of the day.”

Catra chuckled.

“Seems like you might have to be put to bed just like your daughter, huh, your majesty?” She joked.

Glimmer rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Believe me, I wish it was that easy. Angie is an absolute nightmare. I mean, I love her, and I would do anything for her... but I swear, neither me nor Bow has slept more than two hours at a time in the last three weeks. The kid has incredible lungs. And Adora‘s sleep-wake rhythm.”

The pink-haired woman groaned.

Catra nudged her wife gently.

“We’re really missing out, huh?”

At least for the first few seconds, Adora was certain her wife was kidding... but there was something in her voice...

„Speaking of missing out... what would you say if we took the little one for tonight?“ Adora said as if out of the blue. You two really need sleep and some time to yourselves, and...” She looked at her best friend sincerely, then glanced towards Catra in a meaningful way. “What do you think, Glimmer?”

“...Adora, are you sure?”

She-Ra nodded energetically.

“Of course. And even know how to warm up milk without burning the kitchen down by now... I think.”

She gave them a pretty unconvincing smile and an even less convincing thumbs up.

Catra looked at her wife, eyebrow raised.

“Sweetheart, do all of us a favor and just wake me up, alright? I’m not in the mood for another three o’clock-shower by Mermista.”

“...Or I’ll just wake Catra,” Adora assured her, giving an affirmative nod and smiling at Glimmer. “Come on...”

“Okay. Alright. But if something goes wrong or you need anything or-”

Adora put a hand on her shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

“Now you’re the one who needs to remember how to breathe.”

Glimmer closed her eyes and nodded as she calmed down. Sometimes she really worried too much – especially when it came to her children.

She understood her mother much better these days.

“We’ll manage, Sparkles. Don’t overthink it so much. You really need sleep, damn it.”

Catra nudged her gently.

Glimmer smiled softly as she flung her arms around her two best friends.

“You two are such disasters. I love you so much...”

“Awwww. We love you, too.”

Adora was her usual, hug-loving self.

Catra was still a little tense when being touched by anyone but Adora, but it had been a long time since she’d last flinched back, and she was able to enjoy the gentle gesture of affection much more nowadays.

“Come on, Sparkles. We can go save your husband, and you two can get a good night’s sleep for once, how does that sound?”

“Alright. I’m in.” The Queen of Brightmoon smiled softly at her two best friends. “And – potential kitchen fires aside –, I’m sure you’ll do great.”

A/N: Thank you for reading, feedback would be appreciated a lot!

The second chapter will be much more heavy on Glimbow content.

[trashyswitch]

Picani's Therapy House

Virgil feels like he might need some specialized therapy to help with being touch-starved and anxious about asking for love. Fortunately, there is a Therapy House nearby that just might help him...

There, he meets Dr. Picani and his special assistant: Şüräle!

Şüräle is a mythological character that I revamped and turned into an OC. Here's the link to the character:

https://trashyswitch.tumblr.com/post/625922793756917760/%C5%9F%C3%BCr%C3%A4le-added-drawings

In this fanfic though, Şüräle is a cute little grey stuffed mouse. This is what they look like: https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/uOEAAOSwlixfJJgE/s-l1600.jpg

Hope you enjoy! And thanks @agarus-fallen-lershal for the adorable suggestion!

Chapter 1: A Welcoming Environment

Virgil walked into the open door and looked around the room for a second. The waiting room was childish-looking, but also homely. The room was painted a light purply blue color and covered with vines filled with little multi-colored flowers on them. The waiting room chairs were comfy-looking dorm chairs that were littered with cuddly blankets and fluffy faux fur pillows. There were side tables with sequined stuffies and those squishie toys, and even a pop up bin filled with pillow pets! Lastly: in the middle of the room was a kids table and chairs filled with interactive books and coloring pages with crayons.

Virgil smiled at the cute atmosphere, and walked towards the secretary. The secretary was wearing a light blue collared shirt with glasses, and had a big genuine smile on his face.

“Welcome to the Special Therapy House! I’m Patton. Are you here for an appointment?” The person at the desk asked.

Virgil was immediately caught off guard by the loud voice, but felt somewhat comforted by the heartwarming personality. “Y-...Yes.” Virgil replied.

Suddenly, someone else walked into the room. He had a black jacket on, a white shirt underneath and a pair of sunglasses on despite the man being inside a building. “Hey Pat: tone down the excitement a little bit. You’re scaring the poor little anxious man.” The stranger warned.

Patton sighed and turned to face him. “I can act how I want. And I want to make the new person feel welcome.” Patton explained.

“Well, guess what? You’re making the new person feel like running away. You wanna make them feel comfortable and safe. Not overwhelmed and anxious.” Remy explained.

“I’m...actually okay with how Pat introduced the therapy house. It...made me feel better about the type of therapy I’m here for.” Virgil explained a little quietly, but loud enough for the guy to see.

The guy with the sunglasses narrowed his eyes, but soon softened his expression. “Okay. A little warning though, I’m the only one that calls him Pat. Alright?” The guy warned.

Virgil put his hands up in surrender. “Okay.” Virgil replied.

When the sunglasses guy left the room, Patton waved him off. “It’s alright. I like the nickname. I couldn’t care less.” Patton explained to him. Which therapist are you looking to see?” Patton asked.

Virgil started to wrack his brain for a minute. What was his name again? Quickly though, Virgil remembered at least one of the names.

“Picani?” Virgil guessed.

Patton smiled. “Emile Picani! He’s a great therapist. You’re gonna like him!” Patton reacted. “You can go cuddle yourself in a seat over there, and he’ll be ready to see you shortly.” Patton directed.

“Thank you.” Virgil said with a smile before heading over to one of the seats. Virgil picked up one of the fur pillows, and immediately hugged it. Upon seeing an orange pillow on his chair, Virgil grabbed it and wrapped it around himself eagerly. He felt comfy, but it wasn’t enough. Virgil started looking around the room and came across an open chest filled with multi-colored blankets that were each made out of different materials. Happily, Virgil walked up to the chest with his orange blanket and started putting all the blankets on his head and shoulders. Sky blue, pink, brown, red, many different colors of blankets were now piled on top of Virgil. With his body now ready to marshmallow tackle someone, Virgil closed the chest and slumped into the waiting room chair with confidence.

“Uuuuuh...Hello?” Patton muttered, looking at the walking pile of blankets.

Virgil looked up at Patton with insane eyes and a mix of excitement. “I’m a blanket monster…” Virgil whispered in awe.

Patton giggled from the desk. It looked like Virgil was going to destroy the world with his blanket powers. What those powers would really be, Patton couldn’t tell you.

“Mr. San-...oh.” Someone said. Virgil looked up at the door, and gulped when he realized who it was. The man was wearing a white-collared shirt with a pink tie, and a beige sweater overtop. What really told him it was him though, was the name tag that said ‘Dr. Emile Picani, Psychologist and Therapist’.

“.........Hiiiiiiii Mr. Picani…” Virgil said awkwardly, still covered in tons of blankets.

Picani just bursted out laughing and whipped out his phone so he could take a picture. “Oh my gosh! Who knew I’d come across a blanket monster!” Picani joked as he took pictures.

Despite the cute reaction from Dr. Picani, Virgil’s embarrassment struggled to leave him and began to manifest into somewhat awkward laughter. With Picani’s help, Virgil put the blankets back and walked into the therapy room.

The therapy room had the same homely feeling put into it. There was chairs to sit on, a table to draw at if you wanted, a box of stuff in the corner, and a sheeted bed added to the side of the room. Atop the bed, was a little stuffed animal shaped like a mouse.

...Wait...Was the stuffy moving?

“Welcome to my love-atory! It’s a laboratory for those who are lacking different types of love and affection. One of my favorite psychologists to quote, is Neil R. Carlson. After a while of studying kids with little reactions to touch, Carlson said ‘When the enriched kids returned to the typical conditions that involved little touching, the physical and behavioral advantage they had obtained faded. Although the enriched group showed a better response to stress as long as eighteen months later, they still were socially withdrawn and failed to respond normally to other children and adults’.” Dr. Picani explained.

Virgil looked at him.

“Basically what that means, is even though touch-deprived kids are able to handle stress better, they are still lacking the ability to accept touch and affection.” Picani told him. “Have the people in your family been hugging you and giving you lots of love?” Picani asked.

Virgil sat down onto the bed. “Well, I have been getting lots of hugs from one specific caretaker. But everyone else has either grown up quickly, or grown to hate hugs.” Virgil explained.

Picani frowned hurtfully. “Really?” Picani reacted.

“I mean, I do get hugs and love. But I would probably get more love and affection if I could work up the courage to ask.” Virgil explained further, growing awkward from the idea of asking.

“Sounds like you’re a shy man!” another voice spoke. It sounded like the voice was coming from beside him. Virgil looked to the right side of him and reacknowledged the mouse stuffy that was there. He noticed it moving slightly before, but this time…

It was waving at him!

“Hi there!” It spoke suddenly.

Virgil’s eyes widened with surprise as he scooted away from the stuffy. He pointed at it. “Do-Does this stuffy have an automatic talking sensor or something?!” Virgil asked.

“Well yes, but actually no. He does have an automatic sensor...but by sensor, I mean ‘he’s alive’. This is Şüräle! My plushy assistant!” Picani introduced.

Virgil gulped nervously and looked at the little mouse stuffed animal. It was grey, had flat paws and even had a long, peach-colored tail! It looked somewhat realistic, but also cartoony. It had black eyes and no specific nose piece at the end, as well as no visible mouth.

“Nice to meet you! Do you have a name?” The mouse greeted.

Virgil kept in mind the moving black line that outlined the mouse’s mouth. It was...kinda cute! “V-...Virgil. My name is Virgil.” He replied, before holding out a hand. The mouse took one look at the hand, and immediately grew curious and eager for love. So, Şüräle placed his forehead onto Virgil’s hand and started rubbing its face on it. Virgil, surprised by the strange reply to his handshake, started giving Şüräle little pets and scratches. Şüräle practically melted like a puddle from the scratches and laid itself down on its back onto the bed so it could get some belly scratches as well.

“Good to see you two are getting along!” Picani reacted eagerly.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” Virgil asked.

“A boy. A manly, macho boy!” Şüräle replied, showing off its muscles and claws.

Virgil laughed at this and gave Şüräle some belly squeezes and scratches. “About as manly as a toddler.” Virgil teased.

Şüräle guffawed in surprise and started kicking, squirming and giggling. “Hehehehey! Thahahat tihihihicklehes! Hohohow dihid yohohou knohohohohow?!” Şüräle asked.

Despite his manliness being proven wrong, Şüräle seemed to love the tickles! And Virgil seemed to notice this right away! “So, I guess you like tickles too?” Virgil asked Picani.

Picani blinked in surprise and slowly started scratching the back of his head. “W-Well...yeah. It’s why I came up with this type of therapy in the first place.” Picani explained.

Virgil nodded in understanding. His hand slowly started to drift away from Şüräle, allowing Şüräle to get out and start breathing and talking properly.

“How would you like to start now?” Şüräle suggested.

Picani nodded his head and snapped his 1 finger. “Yes. Good idea.” Picani replied. “So Virgil: telling by your cute little reaction to Şüräle, I think you are a bit of a Ler, as well as a Lee.” Picani explained. “So, that makes this a little more complicated. Do you prefer to be tickled? Or would you rather tickle someone?” Picani asked.

Virgil looked down and visibly blushed at the internal thoughts he was having. “I wanna...I wanna be tickled.” Virgil replied.

Picani clapped his hands together. “Wonderful!” He reacted as he walked up to the purple-wearing emo. “Would you like to tell me where you’re ticklish? Or would you rather let me figure it out?” Picani asked. “Or, perhaps you could give me a spot to start with, and I can go on from there.” Picani suggested.

Virgil looked up at Picani with a smile and started giggling as he pointed to his own ribs. Picani narrowed his eyes and smirked as he understood just what he was telling him.

“Sounds like a plan!” Şüräle declared before jumping into Virgil’s hoodie. Şüräle immediately started skittering around in the sweater, and sniffing all over Virgil’s upper and lower ribs.

“Wha- HEY! NAHAHA! ŞÜRÄHAHAHAHALE!” Virgil laughed helplessly, doing all he can to not squeeze his arms against his chest.

Şüräle popped himself out of Virgil’s shirt collar. “Mr. Picani! Reporting high levels of ticklishness!” Şüräle told him.

“Ooooh! This is gonna be fun!” Picani reacted. Eager to start right away, Picani placed his hands on Virgil’s ribs and started wiggling and drumming the fingers.

“OhohoHOHOHOHOKAHAHAHAHAY! Hohold on-” Virgil instinctively started pushing away the eager fingers. He seemed really nervous about letting people know about his ticklish weakness.

“Pushing me away, huh? I guess I’m gonna have to...GOFORTHESTOMACH!” Picani declared before shoving a hand under the sweater and tickling his belly.

“HAHAHAHAHA! KNOHOHOHOCK IHIHIT OHOHOHOF! IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Virgil laughed.

Picani giggled and started squeezing his belly more. “Look at how squish-squish-squishy your belly is! Such a chub-a-chubby belly!” Picani teased.

“NOHOHOHO IHIHIT’S NOHOHOHOHOHOT!” Virgil protested.

“But it IS! Such a lovely little belly for an emo like you!” Picani teased while he continued to squeeze it.

“Is it really that squishy?” Şüräle asked.

“Yes! It really is!” Picani told him, pausing his tickling. Şüräle gasped excitedly and shoved itself under Virgil’s shirt. With curiosity and mischief, Şüräle started squishing Virgil’s belly with its front paws, and started tickling his belly with its mouse tail.

“Hahahahaha! Yohohohour tahahail ihis soho sohohohoft!” Virgil told the mouse.

Şüräle popped out from under the bottom of the shirt and beamed. “Thank you!” Şüräle replied.

“Nohoho prohohoblehehem.” Virgil replied.

Şüräle crawled itself back under the shirt and climbed itself up Virgil’s body. It was about to pop out and snuggle into Virgil’s neck, but it stopped in its tracks when it started smelling something...pretty! It smelled nice, actually!

“Hey Virgil! Your armpit smells nice! What’s in it?” Şüräle asked as he shoved its nose into Virgil’s armpit.

“eeeEEEK! ŞÜHUHRÄHAHALE, NOHOHOHOHO!” Virgil laughed.

“Oooh! You want some help there, buddy?” Picani asked.

Şüräle removed his nose from the armpit. “Yes please!” Şüräle replied.

“Okay. Which arm are you under?” Picani asked.

“This one!” Şüräle replied while poking the sweater with its nose. Picani noticed the poking fabric, and lightly grabbed onto Virgil’s arm.

“If you were ever uncomfortable with the thought of being pinned, just let me know.” Picani told him. Then, Picani gently lifted the hand above Virgil’s head and lifted the other arm as well. With both hands pinned, both armpits were now vulnerable and ready for tickling.

“Thank you!” Şüräle said happily before sniffing and moving its nose around the armpit.

Virgil bursted into helpless giggles almost immediately and started tugging on his left hand. It was his left armpit that was being tickled by Şüräle’s nose right now, and he wasn’t able to stop it no matter how much he tried to. Picani was too strong. And yet...he didn’t have the heart to tell Picani to let him go. He liked this. It made him feel all giggly inside and made him want to curl up at the same time. It was a strange mix of feelings that he struggled to fight with.

“You feeling okay, Virgil?” Picani asked.

Virgil nodded in reply. He had a huge smile on his face that couldn’t be hidden, no matter how much he squirmed.

“That’s good. How would you feel if I tickled your other armpit?” Picani asked, as he slowly brought his left hand over to Virgil’s right side. Virgil squealed and squeezed his eyes shut. “Do you want me to tickle your other armpit? Or is that too much?” Picani asked.

Virgil looked at the lingering fingers above his right armpit and looked at Picani with a pleading facial expression. That seemed to tell him everything!

“Alrighty then!” Picani touched his fingers down onto Virgil’s right armpit and immediately started scratching and skittering his fingers in the hollow part.

Virgil let out a HUGE squeal and fell into loud, squeaky laughter! It was so cute to listen to! Who knew such an awkward and quiet emo would be hiding such a cute laugh?!

Finally after what felt like hours, Picani stopped tickling him. “Alright. I think you deserve a big break.” Picani told him.

Virgil was still giggling and kicking, and even shaking his head back and forth a little. It was like he was still being tickled.

Hmm...Maybe he was?

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle! Such a cute little guy! I like you a lot! You’re so fun!” Şüräle’s voice spoke.

...So he IS being tickled still!

“Şüräle? Buddy? I said for us to stop. He needs a break.” Picani told him.

“Awww...But I didn’t get very long with him!” Şüräle whined.

Picani gave Virgil a guilt-filled ‘sorry’ expression. When Virgil signalled for him to get his mouse, Picani reached under Virgil’s shirt and pulled him out from underneath. “You sir, got more ticklish Virgil time than I did! So don’t start complaining.” Picani warned.

Şüräle frowned and pouted in the doctor’s hand. Virgil, finding it kinda cute, let out a giggle at the pouty stuffed mouse.

“Hey...don’t be giving me the whiny pouts, buddy.” Picani warned before curling his finger in an evil, threatening manner. Şüräle looked up, and immediately dropped his pouty face in surprise and slight eagerness.

Picani started tickling Şüräle’s belly with a couple of his fingers. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!” Picani teased.

Şüräle let out a squeal and started laughing. The mouse’s laughter was super high-pitched and squeaky, making the mouse even MORE adorable!

Not even a second later, Picani laid Şüräle onto the bed beside Virgil and started tickling both their stomachs at the same time! Both of them were giggling, laughing, squeaking and even snorting!

Picani quickly figured out that Virgil has a snort when tickled long enough! And even though Picani already knew this, Virgil learned something adorable about Şüräle:

Şüräle will fall into fits of just squeaking when tickled a lot! It was like Şüräle was a real, living mouse! Only...its body was stuffed with cotton.

Soon enough, Picani let up on both of the adorable beings.

“Alright. I have to go talk to Patty the Secretary out in the waiting room. You guys can bond for a while. Okay?” Picani rold them.

Virgil nodded and happily took the time to get to know Şüräle. Through talking to the mouse, Virgil learned that Picani’s father actually get him the mouse when he was younger! Not only that, but Şüräle had taken on Picani’s childhood personality, including his childhood love for tickling! So through getting to know Şüräle, Virgil was getting to know Picani as a kid!

And of course, no bonding experience could ever be finished without a cuddle or a tickle. And for Virgil, he was gifted both. 

[imagine-a-killingharmony]

V3 Boys + Mary Poppins S/O

How would the V3 boys react to their s/o descending from the sky on a umbrella like Mary Poppins?

Why! How supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Of corse I’ll accept this request, this is sure bound to be a heck of a hoot!

Especially because you don’t see a request like this everyday! Let’s get the show rolling! I also just... added a little twist to each of these, some being similar to another! So it make sense as to how such things happen so... winks.

-Mod Shuichi

Kiibo

Kiibo had been looking for you for a long time outside of your living space, he tried texting you to come and hang out with him but for some peculiar reason you didn’t respond! He had gotten worried and even made sure to press your doorbell not once, not twice but THRICE!

Or three times but that’s not what we’re talking about, he looked nervously at the door handle but it was most definitely locked, as well as the inside looking like you had just went out so where could you possibly be...?

... Kiibo looked up in sorrow perhaps you were just doing something important you couldn’t speak about with him? That had to be i-

Then he saw you descending from the sky itself while clutching a light-sky blue umbrella in your hands, humming lightly, you had been up quite high but your descent took a while but you had in no-way seemed like you were falling, why you looked like you were floating.

He stared as you just quietly floated and floated until you had reached the ground with a plain happy smile on your face, before giving a wave towards Kiibo and walking towards him as-of what you were doing was entirely normal.

W... Was it normal? He just looked at the umbrella and then at you with all too much questionable emotions to explain rising up in him to react.

“Huh? What’s up Kiibo?”

All he could react with is stunned silence as you opened up the door and place the umbrella quietly towards the side, still grinning at him.

“...”

Steam rolls from Kiibo’s innerworkings as he tries to give some comprehensible reason that can explain this but in the end he just manages to short-fuse, the next time he wakes up it’s in your room as you try to explain how he just: “suddenly passed out” after watching Marry Poppins with him. That explains it, but how did he pass out...?

The world will never know...

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi Saihara had been a man of fact, had it not been explainable with enough proof it couldn’t be possible, he couldn’t believe what he perceived as: “fiction”.

He was the man of fact that you had happened to be dating, so he nervously stood outside your house after you gave him a text of: “upmost” importance. He fidgeted slightly re-reading the message thinking about what you could have possibly asked him for.

Did you... accidentally hurt yourself? Fall down immediately black out after writing this message? Get attacked by some serial killer? Maybe your being held hostage, what does he do what does he do...

He waited and waited in awful paranoia, he wished for the answer to hit him, why it could come from the sky! He doesn’t care he just wants answers...!

So it did.

It did come from the sky.

He glanced at you in utter disbelief as you silently fell towards him a black umbrella in your right hand as you did so, you seemed rather terrified yourself with how tightly you were clutching onto that accursed thing.

Shuichi screams.

You scream back.

Your both screaming as you fall and fall till you finally hit the floor, you even scream as you both go to hug each other shaking like leafs in pure terror, turns out you don’t know what happened either.

The umbrella sits there looking ominously back at the two of you, you don’t even spare it a further glance before Shuichi decides you never speak of this again.

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma has given you his trust one certain day, you had asked if he could visit you! Planned a special date for the two of you, he reluncantly agreed considering how optimistic you had seemed about everything.

It was a dark night, he could barely see anything besides the illuminated streetlights which glowed with a yellow beam. You hadn’t opened up the door for him yet and all he could do was stare up the sky counting how many stars there were with a distinct little hum.

Why were you taking so long? Could it possibly have been because of some mess that could have happened? If so couldn’t ya’ have spared the guy the trouble of having to wait in the cold, he placed his hands around himself and sighed.

This was for S/O, you prolly’ have a good reason for it. Just continue to count the stars till you can’t even tell the difference between them.

He looked up again but this time around he was slightly surprised by what he saw, the silhouette of you hanging by on the hanger of an umbrella slowly moving in towards the ground.

Ryoma takes a deep breath, he finally went insane, wow what a relief he finally went insane and he can tell he did it.

Or this is some weird dream he’s having, so he pinches himself as harshly as he can to make sure of it.

It hurts, a lot. Well shit.

He’s went crazy, oh my god he really has.

The umbrella continues to fall and fall until it finally hits the floor when it does he swears he can hear you let out a huff and a small ‘thud’ not the most perfect of landings. “Darn! That was supposed to look cooler... Um! Yo!” You wave at him kicking the umbrella away behind you. “Sooo... I bought the movie Marry Poppins! We’re gonna have a blast!”

“...”

“... S/O what just happened.”

“... I tried recreating a scene from the movie? Wasn’t that so realistic? I got Miu to just make it! Oooh~? Did it get you?”

Oh... He didn’t go insane, maybe another day then. He pull his hat down with a sly grin. “I guess so, anyway we’re watching a movie right? C’mon let’s go.”

Kaito Momota

“The impossible is possible! All you hafta’ do is make it so!” Is his catchphrase you know frequently used at that! Whenever your in doubt you should keep it close to your heart.

Seems you really took it close to your heart tonight hm? He just cameby to tell the bestest person in the world he loves them! Because text really can’t show all that love he has stored up well at all, but you aren’t home!

Shoot. He looks at the flowers he brought and everything, all romantic-n’-stuff! It’s even a starry night so he was going to invite you to his place so the two of you could go stargazing! You would react to so many different types of constellations! Like the... Big Dipper... The Little Dipper the...

... The person holding onto an umbrella whose slowly floating down towards him who looks a lot like the love of his life, really like them.

He squints at the sky, wait a second is there a new star that’s been created? No-No, he’d know! Of course he know, he squints harder.

Wait.

Wait a second that really is you, what the fuck are you doing.

...

Oh holy shit, wait a minute your still gently racing towards the ground, oh fuck. His confusion turns into fear as he goes to look around in the starry-night for something to cushion your fall, because he’s applying gravity to the situation not realizing your... ‘floating’ down.

“BABE! I’M GONNA SAVE YOU DON’T WORRY! JUST GIVE ME... UUUUUH... TEN SECONDS HOLYSHITWHATTHEFUCKMAAAAN.” His heart races as you immediately goes to where your falling down towards and puts out his hands, you continue to fall until you land straight into his arms!

“... What... What the fuck?” Kaito replied looking down worried at you, you just stared back at him not a speck of emotions in your features.

“... I’m never testing anything for Miu fuckin’ Iruma again.” Is all you reply with as you lean into his chest, taking a whiff of something that isn’t the cool night air. “Never. Again.”

... Kaito decided he question it later considering how tired you had looked, glancing towards the umbrella that lay forgotten on the floor, space-themed and all before kicking it away. He’ll just ask you to go stargazing with him another day, you need some sleep right now! So the Luminary of the Stars will give it to you!

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro wasn’t having a good day in the very least that very morning, he had eaten some... spoiled delicacy accidentally because he had forgotten to check the expiration date and had to be taken to the damn hospital due to it, thankfully the doctors let him go rather early considering the effects subsided quickly.

Rantaro Amami has an immune system of pure steel is all!

So he thought he would go to his partner, have a chat about the whole ordeal y’know? Considering how hilarious it is in hindsight, have a laugh to make misery seem funnier and in the past.

While he began biking he had already begun to notice some very odd things, grass seemed slightly greener, people seemed slightly... cheerier, honestly the whole color scheme of the world seemed brighter.

He just thought of that as him thinking too much, besides wasn’t something like this a good thing? When he parked at your house he looked around for you to no avail, now where could you be...

“... S/O?”

... Nowhere in sight he sighed as he took out his phone, biting on the inside of his mouth as he waited and you replied within a heartbeat. So he simply explained the fact that he came over to hang out with his lover yet you weren’t home, so... you answered with telling him this:

“Huh? Oh I’m going to park just give me a second or two now...”

Rantaro looked around very excited for you to come along so he could finally have someone to talk to about this mess of a day but all he found was...

...

Ah.

You were descending from above, an angel who held an umbrella in both hands waving to Rantaro as you flew down and your feet touched the floor. Rantaro looked at you a completely relaxed expression on his features, but you knew him so you immediately saw the changes within his expression no matter how small they are...

“Hey Rantaro! What- Hey? Are... you okay? You look kind... kind of pale? Uh... seriously, like you’ve just seen something terrible.”

Rantaro laugh. “Oh I get it.” He put a hand on his chin. “I’m halluncinating, oh dear.”

“... what.”

“Hey? S/O can you take me to the hospital? Man... what bad luck...” Rantaro give a tired sigh with a gentle smile.

Despite how... VERY confused you were by this entire ordeal he followed along, going on your “umbrella” car towards the magical rainbow hospital that was just a few miles away.

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta looked up at the sky with a rather forlorn expression upon his features recently most of his bug friends had to stay within his place due to the changes within the weather with how windy it was being recently, he had been very sad with the fact his insect friends didn’t get to rome around freely within their natural habitat...

But it made Gonta very very happy when you promised him that you would make it all up to him, with a pinky-promise and everything! You just asked him to meet up where you usually went looking at bugs, within the garden!

Gonta waited patiently and heartally for you to arrive! Where oh where could S/O possibly be? Gonta wants to see where soon!

“SteaaaDY! I SAID STEADY!” Huh? Gonta glances upwards at the sudden draft in the air and the familiar voice he heard coming from... above?

Hm? How odd... Why is there an S/O floating down from the sky...?

Wait... floating down from the sky? But... But S/O doesn’t have wings!!! Gonta screams at the sudden development, ushering you towards the soft flowerbeds which you look at trembling.

Well guess those flowers are going to perish for he greater good, because you let go of the umbrella soon as your hovering above the bed of daffodils, somehow you don’t have a scratch on you. Besides your dignity because you landed into a bed of flowers.

“... S—S/O! What are you doing within such little clothing, no less in the sky in such weather? A-Are you okay? Should Gonta get help? G-Gonta’s sorry he didn’t even notice you in sky!”

“H-Huh? Oh... I’m not... S/O I’m... uh...” Shit you swore you wrote a script for this. “... Oh who am I kidding yeah, I am. I wanted to like encourage you considering the weather reports said it’s going to be sunny soon? And that this weather ain’t even that shitty but the second I took my umbrella out I started to literally get taken hostage by the air so... yeaaaah... I was pretty wrong.”

“... Ah! Still isn’t that such a sturdy umbrella that could carry your weight? Gonta’s surprised by how the logic of the situation worked... but Gonta’s not good at logic or thinking!”

...

Wait that’s an actual good question, how did it even support your weight? It’s just an umbrella even if these gusts of wind are heavy they shouldn’t be able to do that much, right? So how di-

[TO BE CONTINUED] (but not really)

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi Ouma... Kokichi Ouma... why was he currently hunched at the front of your house, the most evil-smirk resting on his features? Not only that, but a sleep-deprived Kokichi Ouma too.

Easy. He’s here to surprise you in the middle of the night no less when you least expect it, he lets out a light “neeheehee” as another gust of wind blows by, he can barely see a thing but the streetlights give another view of the front of your house, he just needs to walk in and be as annoying as he can! Then just make an excuse to stay and voila, would you really let such a tired boy go home all on his own?

So he went up to the doorstep then towards the doorbell then rang! He waited... and waited, but no response.

He pressed it about twenty more times after that before leaning against the door and looking up towards the night sky.

Everything has always looked rather... rather... weiiiiird when your tired you notice small details in everything from how some things can be mistaken as food how stars can look a lot like people and then how things falling from the sky look like your romantic partner holding an umbrella...! Neeheehee, really being sleep-deprived is reaaaalllly weird.

He’s not believing this is happening.

That’s right, he’s totally seeing things because he’s sleep-deprived you aren’t floating towards the ground, wait you just reached it- you just floated down onto the ground using some magical umbrella. Oh, wow.

He kind of feels jealous how could you do this without him?

“... Huh? Oh. Hey Kokichi, wow this is... uh.... awkward guess you figured out I’m actually some magical entity who has the power of flight? Dang I thought I tell you when I got drunk or something but this is cool too.”

“... Really? Ooooh So that’s what you were lying about, I had assumed it be something more about cheating on me, but this really is a lot more pleasant than that. You can be an even better partner in crime than you were!”

“What?”

“Whaaaat? You were hiding this from moi? Of all people you hide this from me? Do you know how much people I could’ve pranked with this...? So much ways to dump all my garbage over them... so much ways to get their stealthily from the rooftops!”

“Holy crap this is a great idea.” You obviously replied before telling him he was the greatest boyfriend EVER! Like really the love of your life.

Before staring a life of mayhem together where nobody is safe in this world! Neeheehee!

...

But really, the two of you were sitting in your bedroom, Kokichi just finished telling you the story of “Marry Poppins” with a twist.

You stared at him a bit dumbstruck . “You... just gave me a flying umbrella, then we caused chaos together?”

“Pretty much. I never watched the movie.”

“That explains it.”

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Korekiyo read his novel he had recently gotten. He waited for you since currently, your friend Himiko Yumeno set up a magic show for you both to attend. Why he’s certain you said you helped out with the magic trick.

So he just sat at the porch of your house waiting and waiting... kekekeke... This story was quite good so he did not mind that much a story of some movies from other countries, most of all of these seemed splendid.

Especially the story of Marry Poppins he could see such a story now it seems oddly magical, he wonders how much he’ll be woo-ed with Himiko’s performance.

Will Himiko perhaps do something even remarkably close to this? He glanced up at the sky curious yet curiouser, he could not help but to fathom the thought..,

The... The thought you were currently doing, he could see you slowly floating down towards the floor oddly reminiscent of the film as you kept going down and down and down...

... and down and down and... oh my.

Has he gone insane? Because this truly does look like something you would see out of a story, once you had floated all the way down towards the ground and hit a neat landing.... he went over towards you, why he had to question how you could have done this.

He wasn’t losing his mind upon the reality of the situation, keep a level-head at all times. That’s what sister told him, so he’ll just ask how you did it.

Then he saw Himiko come by running before high-fiving you.

“Nyeeeeh! We did it! The Flying Spell worked! Alright so we tested it nuff’ before the show, I think we’re ready!”

... With you and Himiko smiling together incredibly proud of your work... he can presume this is a magic trick he shouldn’t interrupt, he would go back to where he was and cast his glance away.

But really, what timing this was.

[a-kettle-of-vultures]

VC TIPS MASTERLIST

@ The anon

Well, for collecting, I cant really help you in finding dead things, they kinda just find YOU. Although water sources in the woods and along main roads is always a good bet if you want to pick up your own deads. If you’re ok with buying from trappers and hunters there is an array of sites to order from. Heres a useful link for buying furs Alternatively, you can go hunt the things yourself - but that seems to be…an unpopular opinion. Its really just up to you.

Collecting Things you will need with you in the car at all times (if possible)

Trash bags\plastic bags\or even a plastic bin, whatever floats your boat. Be aware that corpses left in plastic bags in anything over 70F or 21c (I think) for more than a couple hours will begin to literally melt. I cannot tell you how long an individual corpse will last in a plastic bag in your car trunk, but if its hot, probably not more than two or three hours before it is ruined. Its gonna be gross, man. Do not be alarmed if the pelt gets damp, you only need to worry if the fur starts coming out in huge clumps when gently tugged on.

Gardening or latex gloves I don’t personally believe in using gloves, because there are very few things you can catch from the dead. BUT there ARE things you can catch - especially from raccoons, so, if you want 100 percent safety, and also maybe to feel less grossed out, bring these.

Knife\scalpel Vulture or not, I think its wise to keep a knife on you at all times   regardless, but you will definitely want one in the car in case you find something pancaked into the road but with bits you want. (IE: the top half might be gone but the tail is good, or the back half is gone but the head is good.). The knife should be sharp….derp.

Hedge clippers In case the knife doesn’t cut it or you find  deer or coyote you cant fit in your car. Pro tip - try to find the joints to make chopping less of a hassle

Air fresheners\febreeze\ anything you want to keep the car fresh Even if you keep it in a bin or bag - the smell WILL linger. I didn’t notice it, but other people sure as shit did - and they didn’t like it.

Theres probably more things Im missing, but this is just my personal list.

Processing

If you want the skin - I recommend watching some skinning videos , not only will it prep you for the gore, but in general they are very helpful.

Key words for vids you WILL need at some point - Fleshing. Fleshing is very important. This will probably take up a lot of your time tbh. It does mine anyway…

Once skinned and fleshed you need to put a generous amount of salt on the skin…like..an entire layer. Make it look like Christmas morning. The salt will get all mushy and eventually hrden as it dries the skin out. Replace the salt daily. When the skin is dry and kinda stiff - and the salt isnt getting mushy anymore. You’re done with salting phase.

Tumblr Skinning links

http://a-kettle-of-vultures.tumblr.com/post/162449711340/want-to-get-into-tanning-but-dont-have-the-time

http://a-kettle-of-vultures.tumblr.com/post/159724525615/what-would-you-suggest-for-materials-for-a-first

Skinning out a coyote foot

Tumblr Taxidermy tips

Prepping a face for taxidermy

Reshaping  face

Mounting a face

http://a-kettle-of-vultures.tumblr.com/post/136429479200/knuxtiger4-new-years-started-off-well-when-it

Tumblr Tanning links

http://a-kettle-of-vultures.tumblr.com/post/162774696970/i-have-a-squirrel-hide-that-was-tanned-using-the

http://a-kettle-of-vultures.tumblr.com/post/155639675180/excuse-me-but-would-you-happen-to-have-any

http://a-kettle-of-vultures.tumblr.com/post/143505520810/hide-tanning-methods-pros-and-cons

Brain tanning

http://a-kettle-of-vultures.tumblr.com/post/137298183735/hello-i-recently-skinned-a-mouse-and-ive-kept

http://a-kettle-of-vultures.tumblr.com/post/136238239250/hey-sorry-for-this-question-but-i-havent-been

Processing for bones

Maceration: When you put the corpse in a plastic bag in the sun - or in a bucket or bin of warm water to melt down for bones. In either case you will want t make sure it is somewhere dogs will not get it. If you use a bucket, make sure to put a lid on top of it. This is the most effective way, but also the most smelly…Like…its bad. Its terrible. Chew some gum or a mint or just dont breathe around it, because its the worst thing ever.

http://a-kettle-of-vultures.tumblr.com/post/162182840065/tips-i-havent-seen-mentioned-maceration-edition

Burial - You can just wrap it in a sheet or whatever and bury it outside, or in a pot. May take a while, but its the least smelly, most discreet and you can care for flowers while the corpse rots down =3 If you want articulate the bones - or put them back together to form a complete skeleton later. Cut the corpse into sections and wrap them individually (again a sheet is best, but certain wire works too)

Open pit - This was my preferred method - Some bones get stolen but, eh. You just dig a hole and pile your body in there on top of a sheet or trash bag. Make sure to secure it by putting wire on top and weighing it down with dirt on the edges, or rocks. You can put leaves over top of this if you want to help the smell.

simmering or boiling - NOT RECOMMENDED. You put the parts in a pan or crock pot of water you will never be using outside of gross stuff ever again.I hear this is easier with a crock pot. Supposedly this is by far the fastest way - but youre very likely to ruin  the bones. You just…set the crock pot to simmer or boil the bones

Dermestids - You can get yourself an aquarium and fill it with corpse eating beetles! They require some basic tips and care sheets, but they dont seem difficult. The most worrisome thing is - that if they escape they may eat your collection…This is the most effective and safe way imo, but it can take time - and also you have to care for beetles.

http://a-kettle-of-vultures.tumblr.com/post/163741647780/do-you-know-of-any-pets-insects-that-live-longer

If you have bones but they're a little dirty (dirt, grease, stains) and you ant them pearly white, you will want to soak them in a tin can, glass jar, or plastic tub with peroxide. Skulls will float, find a way to weigh them down (stuff em with beads, rocks, whatever. Tie a string to a rock then to the skull and let it sink. Arrange ther bones in a teepee or wedge to make them hold the skull down.

DO NOT USE BLEACH. UNLESS YOU WANT BONE DUST, BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT YOU WILL BE GETTING IN THE END. IT MIGHT TAKES WEEKS, IT MIGHT TAKE YEARS, BUT YOU'RE GONNA HAVE A BAD TIME.

If you mess up, its ok, this might help.

I advise cleaning the skull separate from other bones. ANd I recommend cleaning the teeth separate so you risk losing them less.

Dying bones

You can dye bones by boiling various plant leaves and berries with salt. Pokeberries make a deep purple-red, rose petals vary - the red makes a sort of maroon....ect - just experiment.

How to tell if the plant\berry can be boiled of its color - take a petal or part and rub it between your thumb and fore-finger, if it bleeds on you - it can make a dye. (at least in my experience.)

Crystalizing bones

http://a-kettle-of-vultures.tumblr.com/post/155195761070/hey-i-saw-that-you-specialize-in-crystallization

http://a-kettle-of-vultures.tumblr.com/post/155154295705/diy-crystallization-with-borax

Dry preserving

Much like  wet preservation, but you drop the body part \ small animal into formalin or alcohol for a month or two and then take it out and let it mummify. Idk a terrible bunch about this - I just stuck things in a box and forgot abut them for months on end...probably not the best idea...I have some regrets.

Example and some tips:

Uuuuuh, I feel like im missing stuff, but, I did my best. Here have some ref links.

Misc Ref so you can see how traps work in case thats something you worry about

Making rawhide

Reshaping a face

The MBTA in case you live in the US

All birds UNPROTECTED by the MBTA in the US

How to tell if a skull is bleached

How to pack frozen deads to ship to others

Sorry this got kind of lenghty, and linked to a lot of other posts rather than TLDR giving my own takes, but all of these links have been insanely helpful to me at some point or other and they do a great job of walking through the processes imo =3. I hope this helps.

Feel free to IM me if you have a link you want added to this post

[lovelywaifu]

Here’s the RP log I promised (part 2)!

As a warning: right now it is minimally edited. There are so many typos and shit I want to die but it was all done on the fly in a window that did not have any kind of spell check feature. Just uuuuuh… use your context clues. Yeah.

Part one is HERE! (which includes some important preface notes)

So for whatever reason, I totally lost a big chunk of logs that would have taken like 3 parts on their own anyway. Basically, Asayl’s dumb body is just absolutely fucked at this point. She was bad to begin with but after a week of torture, she’s at her limit. Pheno, the ever-useful necromancer husband that he is, had offered to put her in a new body before while he tried to ‘fix’ her original and she finally takes him up on this offer. She has a bit of an internal ethical debate about it but ultimately picks a body similar to hers - just a bit taller athletic. At this point, only Nero knows what had happened to her but does not know the situation leading up to it. Pheno only knows her condition got too bad for her to handle. There is a moderate fast forward, since the process of slapping her soul in a new body would have taken some time and she would have been out for a few days while Pheno monitored her to make sure she wasn’t going to explode or something idk.

Asayl- After spending a week or so cooped up her house, recovering from the stress of working this new body and the awkwardness of having to reintroduce herself to the residents of the town (though something like this wasn't unheard of, being a heavily magical-influenced town and all), Asayl was finally relaxed and well enough to treat herself to something. Of course, there was more to life then just her and she knew this. She owed a few people an explanation as to what had happened to her during her week of absence. Prior to this day, she would have refused to speak of it, citing pain, tiredness and recovery - in that order. Now it was time to clue her savior in on the double life she had been leading. She knew Nero was going to disapprove, especially when she hears the money Asayl had used to buy her house and sponsor her as a resident of the town was mostly dirty money from her work as Kumiho. Asayl had invited Nero to lunch at one of her favorite places in the whole nexus - the tea house. She made it a appoint to arrive a bit early, order herself duck broth as usual and steady her nerves a bit. This afternoon was going to be stressful, she knew. She slouched over her bowl, the waves of hair that fell into her field of vision surprised her a little; she still wasn't entirely used to being in this new vessel. Pheno had warned her it was going to be weird for a while but the adjustment was especially slow for poor Asa. A heavy sigh was let through her nose as she tensely awaited the arrival of her friend - who would hopefully recognize her from what few glimpses she had gotten of her new body.

Nero Aljon stepped through the entrance a little hesitantly, leaning down a little to miss hitting the top of the doorway with her noggin, her ears pricking forward shortly after as she searched for her friend... Or at least, her new one. It was still hard for her to truly believe such a thing could happen, and yet, she also felt relieved, knowing how long Asayl had been in pain. Thankfully, it didn't take much searching, though at least one double take, and she sat down across from her with a nervous smile. "Sorry I'm late," she said, her voice a great deal deeper than her human form. It was clear by her posture that she was still a bit nervous about being so open about herself. "I see you're doing well?" she asked casually in an attempt to strike up the conversation. Asa didn't usually go out and meet up with anyone. Then again, the old Asa didn't go out of doors as often as she should, thanks to her ailments. So far as she saw, anyway. La Volpe: It was only by complete coincidence that Volpe happened upon the same place as the two, meeting up with a resident of the town to discuss certain matters. With that usual air of casual confidence he stepped in, brown eyes taking the scene in before him, scanning for any possible dangers or threats. As his eyes laid upon the two at the far end, he'd pause, eyebrows furrowing. But whatever had come to mind was waved off as he went to sit down at a corner table, out of sight but able to keep an eye on everything. He wasn't particularly fond of going to new places to meet and talk, but his hands were tied for this; he had to go by her demands. Fingers drummed impatiently on the wooden table, idly reading the menu or anything else with text. He wasn't going to order anything - he wasn't here to eat. To others he wouldn't of seemed out of place, just a stranger wandering the streets. Asayl gave a feeble smile smile as Nero walked in, just a little surprised to see her in her massive anthro form. She waved to the seat across and was happy to finally be in good company. "Ah, no worries. I didn't wait long," she replied to her first question, trying so very hard to sound casual. But that was hard to do when you forget what your voice sounds like. Despite having the smoky smooth voice, it was pretty obvious that the sounds surprised her. "Yes. I feel amazing now. I think I almost forgot what not being in pain felt like." She would go on to ramble a bit more about how good she felt, not noticing that an enemy had wandered in. Being at home, her guard was never up. But as conversation continued, the drumming sound he made caught her ear. Annoying, but she didn't look in that direction yet, still caught up in chitchat.

Nero Aljon was pleased at her reaction, relaxing a little as they began talking. "I'm glad to hear of it. It was a strange way to solve the problem, but it certainly worked out for the better." She chuckled once. "I guess magic and I speak different languages." The lycan shrugged a little, sniffing around with a dreamy expression, feeling rather hungry now that all these scents of lavender and food were getting to her. "I love this little tea place. It smells so..." she paused rather abruptly, her expression changing suddenly. She froze, her ear pivoting first before she let her eyes wander, her heart skipping a beat as she caught sight of him. Nero quickly returned her gaze to Asayl, trying her best to act casual, lifting her cup to her mouth as she spoke. "He's here... The guy that tied you up. Don't look just yet, but he's sitting only a few tables away..." The lycan was rather thankful that both of them were rather unrecognizable, though something in his scent seemed a bit ... off.

Asayl shot her friend a confused look. Instead of doing the stupid, obvious thing and looking over, she stole a few quick glances at here Nero's eyes had been. Her heart dropped. The man who had nearly killed was here in her home, her sanctuary! In her head, all she could think was NO! NO! NO! NO! She took a few sips of her soup, gathering her thoughts. A thought occurred to her as she did. Maybe this was a good thing. She hadn't tried to track him down at all and now here he was, practically sitting in her lap. She lowered her voice to speak to Nero, making gestures as if she was telling her a juicy bit of gossip. "I know you're going to hate me for this, but I NEED you to play along. Please! He has my mask and I need to get it back. I'll explain everything later!" With that she, she sat back and let out a loud laugh. She spewed a bit more chatter before looking in Volpe's direction. Yes, it was him for sure. She did a little double take then pretended to whisper something to Nero, doing little to hide the sly little point in his direction and a wide, coy grin.

Nero Aljon was caught off guard by her tactic, left blinking and confused for a moment before regaining her senses or else blow their cover. Such behavior reminded her of the old days on the run, before she had even met Asayl. The only difference was that her disguises had been switched. Nero laughed, more at how Asa was behaving than in response to her imaginary joke. She was sly, the lycan had to give her that much, if not a little insane. Still, she couldn't help but feel cautious with their situation. It was true that he hadn't yet recognized them, but she couldn't help but feel wary. Nero played along well enough, giving him a little wink when she felt that he was looking in their direction. La Volpe hadn't really been paying particular attention to anyone in the building, just letting his vision shift among the patrons. That was until he spotted a bit of movement up at the top end and fingers pointed towards him as the stranger leaned into her wolven friend and spoke something. He didn't pick up what she said and he wasn't very good at lip reading, so the act annoyed him quite a bit. He kept a watched as he frowned somewhat, keeping his eye on the ladies as he seemed to attract their attention. "Mi scusi." He called over, offering an almost patient smile, "Is there a problem, signorina? Have I happened to have caught your interest, or is there something wrong? Do I have something on my face or perhaps I have left my trousers undone?" The latter sentence   was spoken with a more playful, tongue-in-cheek tone; it obviously wasn't meant to be taken seriously.

Asayl kept to her flirty, playful gimmick, thankful Nero had caught on quick and played her part. Still, they were both unprepared to deal with him in a way that would get Asayl what she wanted out of him. For now, she just wanted to find out a few choice pieces of information out of him and maybe make 'friends' with him to keep him in close contact. Asayl was beyond grateful that she had sent Pheno home or else there would be some major kinks in this plan. "Oh no, no problem, strange. Though it does look like there's a little something on you face. Looks like you might of left some handsome all over it." She turned to Nero in a fit of strangely convincing giggles. Nero Aljon had to keep her cool. Hearing that arrogant, foreign voice just rubbed her the wrong way after their last encounter. She clenched her jaw, though still did her best to play along. Besides, he was more interested in Asayl. Continuing with the plan, she laughed along, quite loudly at her friend's last ironic response before recovering, pulling a hand to her muzzle as if in apology. She couldn't believe they were doing this. What did Asa have in mind once she promptly seduced him to their table? Did she plan on taking him out back and interrogating him there, or was she truly trying to get on his good side? Nero had no idea, but she only hoped that the feline knew what she was doing. The lycan decided to put a word in. "Oh don't bother him. Surely he has a lady he's waiting for..."

La Volpe was mildly surprised at the response. He hadn't expected the people of this seemingly quiet town to be quite as forward as she. "Oh? I must have forgotten to take it off before I left." He grinned, "It gets me into all sorts of trouble." And he bit at her bait, raising from his seat to take one next to Asayl instead of Nero; she was doing the most talking and recent events had caused slight wariness around canines. "Alas, there is no lady waiting for me." He smiled again, "Haven't met a woman that could tame me." Volpe gave a laugh, watching the two, but his eyes kept glancing to Nero. There was something about her...something so vaguely familiar. The way she spoke, he had heard it before or something very close to it, but he couldn't pinpoint it. He didn't let it distract him, however, no man like him wouldn't pass up the opportunity to chat to forward thinking ladies. Asayl pouted. "Looking like that, maybe you're right." She let out an exaggerated sigh before finally turning her gaze back to Volpe, who she was surprised to find coming to sit with them. Now Nero would have to watch herself for sure. But Asayl trusted that she knew that. Asayl had the (good?) fortune of a fool proof disguise, after all. She put on her best flustered act, seeming both delighted and nervous that Volpe had chosen to sit next to her. "Eh, you must be a feisty one then. You should underestimate us Nexus girls. We're used to dealing with wild animals, right Odessa?" She tacked on a sensual drag to the word 'animal'. She also added a fake name for Nero, just so she would know that she wasn't forgetting the act. Nero Aljon didn't particularly mind him sitting next to Asa. It was rather predictable to say the least, since she was pulling out all the stops for him. If Pheno were here, she was sure that he would be furious with her... Either that or summon all his skeletal slaves to challenge him in a duel, she wasn't entirely sure. She chuckled at the thought, almost missing her cue name. Nero nodded in reply, leaning forward a little to seem interested. It was then that she really had a good whiff of him, and the results sent chills up and down her spine. She became rigid despite herself. "Well well," the lycan said with a serious interest, hoping to warn Asa without having her panic. "Careful what you say about animals, because it would seem we're in the company of a handsome Werewolf." Her eyes glanced to her friend, a hint for her to keep her cool, though Nero couldn't help but be worried for her safety. "Tell me stranger, what brings you to our happy little area of the woods?"

La Volpe's eyes came up to stare right into Nero's as she spoke, eyebrows twinging just the slightest. He wasn't surprised that the wolf could smell him, but to say it blatantly out loud in a conversation with seemingly no reference gave him reason to hold some suspicion. He'd wipe away his faltered look and smiled smoothly. "Oh, good guess. Not that I wouldn't think you ladies were afraid of a big, bad wolf." Volpe straightened himself, arms casually folded against his frame. "Nothing particularly interesting. I'm here on a matter of business in fact. Someone that lives in the town wants to discuss something with me." He judged by the lupine's words it meant that they lived here. "I take it you two live in the area? It is a very nice place. Quiet, nice scenery. What more could you ask for?" Asayl was taken off guard completely, eyebrows almost hitting her hairline - though Volpe seemed to have been surprised also. Out of worry of giving something away, Asayl took  the initiative of answering his, perhaps rhetorical, question. "How could I be afraid of wolf, no matter how big our bad? I mean, just look at who I have to spend all day with." She motioned to Nero. Nero was pretty big and bad in this form, after all. But he was here to meet someone? Not HER right? There's no way he could have followed her or tracked her here... right? Worry was starting to pull at her mind. "Not a whole lot, really," she chirped, sounded excited that he liked it here. "It's perfect here! And it is pretty scenic, don'tcha think?" The emphasis of the word come with a batting of eyelashes, a seductive glance and a teeny tiny scoot in his direction. Ugh, this was embarrassing to do in front of Nero! Nero Aljon was disappointed in herself for letting it slip that they were locals, but if they played their cards right, it wouldn't matter. They had different identities as far as he was concerned, though she was getting the feeling that he was becoming suspicious. She decided to lay low for a while in the conversation, before she made any more careless mistakes, averting her gaze just in case. At least he didn't seem to be after them, though she was curious as to whom he was meeting with and for what purpose. Asking was strictly out of the question now, or else he would really wonder. No, it was best to let Asa do the talking. Nero had to admit that she was good at acting, even better than herself when she was in well practice. The lycan took a drink to calm her nerves, only nodding once Asa had spoken about her, grinning a little to show a bit of fang in good humor.

La Volpe gave the wolf another glance; an almost inspecting stare like he was expecting something obvious just to pop out. He'd ignore the itching feeling in the back of his brain, for now. "I suppose. You are quite fierce looking, signorina. Mi dispiace if I offend." Volpe gave a slight bow of the head in the wolf's direction. He was, however, quite curious to the other femme's behaviour. Not that he hadn't seen anyone act like this before around him, it was usually solitary women without friends that acted in such a way. Perhaps he had really caught her attention, was the only reasonable assumption he could make and he had no reason to suspect her of any ulterior motives. "Yes, very scenic indeed. I bet you ladies have had many a romantic moment upon the piers and and natural beauties that surround the town." Asayl waved off his comment about Nero, trying very hard to be the dominant personality out of the two kind-of-sort-of imaginary friends. She could tell Nero was trying to give her the limelight and if it meant snipping some info out of Volpe, she was all for it - all embarrassment aside. She was going to owe her friend so much after this. "Maybe when I was a foolish teenager," she said in a somewhat sarcastic tone, "My tastes are a bit different now that I'm older. I'm older than I look, you know! I don't play games with little boys anymore. I like my men like I like my wine, aged to perfection." She was really laying the flattery on heavy now, hoping the cheesy compliment would be just silly enough to sound real. She took a quick glance at Nero, trying to somehow mentally communicate that she wanted to try and get him alone somewhere. Not to attack him, of course, but to coax some things out of him in a much more gentle fashion.

Nero Aljon waved a hand in reply to him, brushing him off. "I get that a lot, it's fine." There was certainly more than a hint of truth in that. She had countless memories of people's terrified expressions beneath the moonlight. The lycan simply repressed them, taking another moment to enjoy her tea. Despite this, she made sure to keep an eye on his movements, to see if he truly suspected anything. So far he seemed calm, perhaps a little nervous, though nothing that suggested that he was particularly alert. The looks he gave her were starting to really trouble her, however... Did he know? It was possible that her eyes were giving away her cover, though she couldn't be sure. The lycan caught Asa's look, though she didn't necessarily know what it meant, still wondering how long they were to stay there. Was she going to coax him someplace or follow him after he left? Nero looked to the clock on the wall, giving a puzzled expression.

La Volpe hadn't considered Nero's eyes; he hadn't caught enough of her face during the initial time they met to memorize her strange eyes. So they were safe in that aspect. Volpe's own eyes wondered to the clock, rolling his shoulders. "It appears so. I'm not sure how long she wants me to wait. She must have other matters to attend to." Was that a slight hint he dropped or just a minor coincidence? It was hard to tell with that little smirk on his face. "I might just go for a wander if she decides not to show face. I'm sure she is probably busy dealing with other business at the moment." Volpe caught an almost surprised laugh at the feline's sort-of compliment. "Oh?" He chuckled now, "That's hardly a surprise. Like a good wine, perfection comes with maturity." Asayl nearly had a heart attack when 'she' was inserted into his words. She kept telling herself there was just NO way! She was always careful when making her way back home, even in the midst of the worst body aches imaginable. She quickly made herself step back in line. "She?" She gave him a sly look. "I thought you said you didn't have lady friend! What, are you trying to play a game from angles?" She couldn't help but laugh, a real laugh this time. The whole thing was starting to get funny to her. Maybe because she was fooling him so completely that it made her giddy. "Well, if she does stand you up, I'm always willing to show a handsome stranger around. I know all the good places around here." Nero Aljon was getting really tired of this back and forth playful banter. It was becoming difficult for her to really pretend to be interested in him besides for what information she could get out of him. She could only imagine how Asa must've been feeling, having to dish out all those sappy remarks. More credit points for her. "It's true, Caroline makes an excellent tour guide. She even showed me around when I first moved in." Nero smirked at her, telling a little bit of truth there. "It wouldn't be a problem if you wanted to get an inside look at the place, if you know what I mean." The lycan laughed, sticking her tongue out a little in jest toward her friend, as if it were some silly inside joke. La Volpe gave a playful frown at Asayl. "She is a friend that is a lady, but not quite in the same context as you think. Like I said earlier, I am here on business. I work as an art merchant and she is interested in buying some of my wares." He wasn't about to tell them the real reason he was there, of course. Listening to the two he didn't really pick up what Nero had meant by her statement; perhaps it was just a joke the two shared. "I see. Then perhaps Caroline and Odessa would not mind giving this handsome stranger a tour, then? I am not at all bothered by the lack of business. I'm sure we can catch up later." Spending time with interesting ladies seemed far more exciting that dealing with business; who could say no to such an offer? "I've only managed to see the port. I'm sure there is more to see in the town." Asayl pawed the air at Nero, giving her a kind of playful look before turning her full attention to Volpe. He was actualy going to agree to wander off with them? Excellent! But now how could she tell Nero that she needed to talk with him alone, but that she had permission to trail them, just in case she accidentally let something slip and things went south? There was really no amount of round about talk to say that without raising suspicions. Hmm. Maybe Nero would catch on on her own. OR, maybe she could use Nero's strength to her advantage. As huge as Nero was this way, it would be easy for her to overpower Volpe... Argh, the decisions! For now, Asayl would hold back on using him as a punching bag. She knew someone who might be able to help her do it in a much more 'her' way. But that would require a second day with him. Time to play this right, once and for all. She stood. "Well then, how about the deluxe tour for Mister..." She waited to see what fake name he would give to them. Nero Aljon truly smiled for the first time since she had fist started this charade, glad that their back and forth conversation was nearly at an end. Or, so she hoped. She still didn't quite know what Asayl had in mind to do with him. The lycan would have to play it by ear. She would be there to make sure he didn't try anything funny with her, especially with the addition of his new blood in the mix. If Asa intended on being alone with him, she would have to be a bit more clear. Even then, the lycan wouldn't stand to be too far away. Her ears pricked forward with interest as they seemed to be ready to leave, standing from the table shortly after Asa asked for his name. She looked down at him, wondering what he would say in reply to her silver tongue.

La Volpe would stand to his full height, in the process taking one of Asayl's hands and planting a light, polite kiss on the back. "Angelo, signorina. A pleasure to meet you." The same name he had given the women in the city. He would offer another nod in Nero's direction; kissing the back of her hand seemed like a bad idea. Not that he was afraid of her, but he couldn't help but feel somewhat intimidated. "Shall we then?" He gestured towards the door with a sweeping motion, eager to get out and explore, especially with such interesting ladies and him none the wiser. 

Asayl, fueled by her success in convincing Volpe to leave with them. Now she just had to clue Nero in on the whole she needed him along thing. Asa took the lead of the three of them, walk along the path until they reached the main road. She looked this way than that as if trying to pick where to take Volpe first. In reality, she was checking on where the townsfolk where. It was a busy afternoon and everyone was everywhere. That's just how the town was. She turned on her toes with bright smile and a twinkle in her eye. "Well, Angelo, what kinds of sights interest you? Do you like cozy shops or boat rides or maaaaybe, something a little more secluded like a walk in the jungle?" 

Nero Aljon followed Asa's lead, standing on the other side of 'Angelo' so there were no distractions between him and the feline's conversation. It was also more of a strategy to be there if he made any sudden moves, though she didn't let that slide. She hoped that it gave the impression that she was there for the company of her companion more than anything. As they stopped and she heard the blatantly obvious request to be alone, she almost refused, knowing full well what he was capable of. Yet, after a few moments of thought, it was likely that he would become suspicious if they moved to a secluded spot two against one. Besides, she was the third wheel in this 'relationship.' Nero smirked, playing along. "Oh alright, Caroline. I get the hint. You show him the more intimate spots." She held her hand up as she whispered loudly to Volpe, "She's a sly one, isn't she? Take care of her while I'm gone." The lycan glanced to Asa before taking her leave, though she would never be too far away.. La Volpe found the theatrical relationship between Asayl and Nero quite amusing. The two were obviously close friends. He was somewhat surprised at Nero's leave, though not entirely upset. He preferred the more forward girls. "Don't worry, I promise I won't get her hurt." He chuckled, waiting for Nero to leave before replying to Asayl. "Well then, amore mio, why don't you choose somewhere nice to go? After all, you know this place better than I. Surely you know of a place to begin this tour of yours."

Asayl took a deep breath as Nero left. They would share a glance that, to them, was an understanding of the plan was but would look more like an equivalent of a fistbump for good luck to Volpe. Once Nero was out of the way, she put on her thinking face. "Hmm, well the tea house is my favorite starting point but it would be pretty silly to go back in. So how about we take a little stroll down to the pier? The water here is beautiful, don't you think? It's one of the reason I stay here. I love it so much." While she spoke, she casually slinked over to his side and wrapped herself around his arm before urging him to walk with her where she led him. . Nero Aljon kept a long distance between herself and the other two, not even daring to come very close to peek at them for fear of being seen. She felt certain that he would be used to people following him in secret by now. Even if she shifted to her wolf form, the lycan felt that he would become suspicious. It was better to lay low and wait for some sort of signal. Nero could still hear them from her vantage point, but as far as seeing what was going on? Not so much. Again she hoped that Asayl knew what she was doing...

La Volpe would let Asayl take the lead, following where ever she guided him. Something pestered him, though. The feeling of being watched. He took a glance over his shoulder, searching out Asayl's lycan friend in case she had decided to tag along in secret. But he couldn't find her, nor anyone else acting suspicious. Strange...He decided not to let it bother him too much, but he was on his guard. "Yes, it is. Where I come from the city is full of waterways and canals. Not very nice in the poorer districts, but in the upper districts in can be quite beautiful. There is nothing like taking a gondola through the city on a warm summer's day." Asayl- It wasn't surprising that she caught him looking over his shoulder. Instead of pretending she didn't see, she decided if she addressed it it would look less suspicious. "Don't worry, 'Dessa isn't some kind of creepy voyeur. She'll leave us alone. You've got me allll to yourself." She fed him a seductive look as they came up to the edge of the of that tier of the town. She pointed out into the hazy distance, where the shapes of sails from a large ship could be seen lazily sitting in the port on another island. "Ooh, a ship! That mean someone's probably has all kinds of sweets and exotic fruit to the market!" She released his arm and trotted down the stairs to the lower level of town, only pausing halfway to turn back and say, "C'mon, or you might lose to a man with chocolate!" Nero Aljon was glad that she decided to lie low, because as she suspected, he was on the lookout for her. Typical. At least she played it safe, so hopefully he would leave off. Still, the lycan couldn't help but snicker a little at Asa's last comment. Was she trying to get him to buy her things? Man, she wasn't holding back at all. Nero snuck around the area, trying not to look terribly suspicious to the rest of the people that were around, only trying to keep within a certain distance without being seen. It was hard. Being as tall as she was, she was sure to get a few glances, though thankfully no one seemed to pay her much mind. It was going more smoothly than she planned.   La Volpe was surprised that Asayl commented on him peering over his shoulder, and retorted with a smirk of his own. "I wasn't worried about your friend, signorina." He'd saunter after the feline, a pace fast enough to keep up without having to trail after her. "I doubt it." He laughed, "Cioccolato lasts for just a moment, and I am here to stay." Figuratively, of course. Volpe was going to be at ParaHa for a couple of days - a week at the most - before their chance slipped. As he followed Asayl down the stairs he listened to the sounds of the town, watching the people go about their business; keeping an eye out. He had no reason to suspect, but in his line of business it was always wise to keep a constant watch, a constant guard where ever he went.

Asayl- "Oh, you say that but the power of chocolate over me is like the moon and the sea." A hand gently patted her cheek in girlish anticipation before she replaced herself on his arm and steered him toward the busy market. She stopped them for a moment to eye the different stalls. Luckily, none of the vendors knew who she was yet and would not be calling her by her real name. She probably looked as much of a stranger to them as Volpe did. Passing her favorite of the stall, the flower merchant, a rare, seasonal blossom caught her attention. For a moment, her very real love of all things flowers took over. "Moon flowers," she exclaimed, jerking them to halt. "You don't see these here very often." She admired the soft white flowers, but then remember that there was a act to keep up with. She reprimanded herself in her head for falling out of character for a moment.

Nero Aljon rolled her eyes at their conversation, suppressing a groan. This was just too much. What was she doing? A tour was one thing, but to examine all of the booths in the market? She rubbed her forehead as she waited for something to happen, keeping an ear on them both, hoping that Asa would pick up the pace, or at least think about showing him the next part of their tour. This was starting to feel like a drawn-out romantic getaway. The lycan was beginning to wonder if this was what she wanted. Should she leave? It probably wasn't the best of ideas... Hmm. La Volpe would watch the femme as she glided off ahead, only to doubletake at a stall not too far away. "Luna fiorire, mm? I never suspected that you were the kind to enjoy flowers. You don't seem like the delicate kind." He mused; he certainly wouldn't but it past Asayl to stand her ground in a fight, she seemed like a right firecracker. Making his way up to her he would wrap an arm across her waist, "Come, then, on with the tour. Unless the chocolate and flowers have put you on another planet."

Asayl- "I'm delicate!" A defensive pout finding its way on to her lips. "Just because I can't always act it doesn't mean I'm not soft and gentle when it really counts." Oh, he was getting comfortable with her. She liked this. Well, liked that she was able to keep him close, not quite in the romantic sense. "Right, the tour! Like the sea and moon, I told you." She shrugged apologetically. "We're close to the pier. It's only a short walk from here. Maybe we can take the ferry that goes to the other island from there. The west island is a wonderful place. I promise you'll never find a more beautiful place anywhere you go." Nero Aljon grimaced at the thought of sneaking onto a ferry. How was this going to work? He was sure to notice a lycan getting on board, no matter what she decided to hide behind. Besides, she was sure to get more stares hiding behind passengers on the ferry compared to the barrels in the market. Now was as good a time as any to see if her wolf form was a better option. It was still risky, but there was a better chance of success. Again she hid, this time to change her skin before returning to the game. She then thought it best to further disguise herself, sniffing around to the baker's booth for some flour, promptly sticking her paws and face into the powder before making a quick roll and getaway before the baker gave him a swift kick as he tended to do. Now she at least looked like some sort of black and white dog. She hoped so anyway, putting on that simple happy look that dogs usually had on their faces for good measure, following them off and on toward the ferry.

La Volpe laughed some. "Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm sure you can be." He was amused at her reaction, "Nessun problema, my dear. Take me where ever you want. After all, you know this place best." Getting away from the mainland seemed like an idea; away from the general crowd of people, away from any potential stalkers (Unbeknownst of their lupine companion) and just to get away from the bustle. Having grown up in the crowds of the city he had always appreciated the quieter towns and places. And what was better than a walk out of town with a lovely lady such as Asayl? The ferry ride didn't bother him much, he was used to sea travel due to working close with pirates and had already earned his sea legs. The breeze, however, was always refreshing. Like a salty slap to the face to shake those cobwebs from your mind.

Asayl- Going to the west island wasn't something most people from town did on a frequent basis, so the ferry was pretty empty. Empty enough for Asa have noticed Nero slip on in her wolf form. She had to bit her tongue to keep herself from laughing at the flour she had applied to make her little spotted. She looked doggy enough without it, so Asayl found it amusing. At least in the lush jungles of the other island, it would be much easier for Nero to hide and keep an eye on things. There were other critters living on the island, so she would blend right in. While the boat meandered along, Asayl kept Volpe engaged in conversation. She didn't want him to focus on anything but her. "So, how long to you plan on staying staying here? A one day fling is fun, but two or three days would be even more fun, afterall." She had seemingly no shame in calling what they were doing a "fling", as if to her hint intentions to him.

Nero Aljon made a quick dash ahead of them, boarding the ferry before them, her tail waving as happily as any dog, slowing only to sniff at one of the garbage pales that were sitting there. She played the part well, pretending to be the captain's companion, taking her place in the front of the ferry to lift her nose to the air. Once this was done, she curled up out of the way and pretended to snooze, though she kept her attention on the couple. So far, nothing interesting, but then this was probably a good sign. Volpe probably hadn't a clue and the thought made her quite pleased.

La Volpe wasn't surprised that the ferry was quite empty, most people were probably dealing with the market place and everyday life. His attention was taken fully from the sea once Asayl started speaking, overly curious at what she meant. "Oh? This is a fling, is it?" He'd gaze at her, into her eyes, as if trying to figure her out. "I'll be here for a week at the most. I try not to live so fast-paced." He would of only needed a day, maybe two to speak business and leave; but what would be the point in that? This place was a wonder, quite different to the many places he had been before. Why not take some time to see the sights? He hadn't anything overly important to do at the moment, so there was no reason not to.

Asayl- A week was more than enough time to do things how she really wanted. All she had to do was keep Volpe's interest and get some help from another member of Esoteric. Her mind was flooded with ideas of cruel revenge. Putting her head back into her game, she rolled her shoulders with a giggle. "Think about it. A dark, handsome stranger wandering off into new, lush, secluded locales with a beautiful girl he just met for some quiet time. What part of that doesn't scream 'fling' to you? Of course, if you live your love life at a lazy pace, that's fine too. But maybe I can coax you into some fast-paced fun. I'm not a lazy live-r." She only looked out over the water as she spoke, but a devious grin coiled around her mouth.

Nero Aljon stayed put where she was. Volpe didn't even seem to look in her direction, and Asa was getting some decent information out of him now that they were relatively alone. A week was a decent amount of time, after all. What she intended to do with that time was uncertain. What card did Asayl have up her sleeve? She could only wait and see.

La Volpe rolled his shoulders, peering back out into the water as she did. "Oh, Madonna! And here I thought you were the innocent sort." He jested with a chuckle. "Oh, I assure that my love life certainly isn't 'lazy'. Just because I live at my own pace doesn't mean I only work at slow and stop. I can work at many different levels. " Volpe wore his own playful grin, intrigued at Asayl's plans once they got off the ferry.

Asayl- "I don't have time to be innocent," she cooed. "Life is too short." There was something about that statement that rang different from the rest of her words. Maybe because there was finally some truth on her words. The island was quickly approaching, making her heart race. When they had first met, she had opted not to go this route with him -doubt it would have even worked even- but now here she was, ready to seduce him to get her mask back. At least this time, she had one hell of an upper hand. The ferry's bell rang with three short chimes to signal to its passengers that it was about to dock. "Ready to go for a nice little stroll?"

Nero Aljon scoffed quietly at Volpe's statement, the sound probably more like a cough to the others if they heard it, but otherwise she kept quiet until they reached the docks. The ringing of the bells alerted her to their arrival, and she sprang up as alert as ever, making her way to the end of the ferry where they had come aboard. Once they were close enough, she shifted her weight nervously until the ferry came to a stop, jumping onto the docks and quickly making her way to a place out of sight.

La Volpe quirked a brow, noting the change but didn't comment. He couldn't sense her anxiety, nor did he have a clue what she had planned for him. He would only find out in time. Turning to Asayl, he smiled. "Sure, amore mio. Take me to this paradise of yours." Volpe wondered what sort of tropical get-away was hidden on this little island, what sort of secrets were tucked away. Asayl Stepped off the boat and onto the little plank pier where the boat had docked. It was clear that this island was much less inhabited. The pier connected to nothing more than a dirt pth leading into the tall grass and towering trees. She waited for him to get back in step with her where plank met earth, extanded her hand in a such a way that he could hold it he so wanted or to ask for permission to hang on his arm again. "Welcome to the most beautiful place in the world. Let's go find the waterfall. You can't live life without seeing the pond it flows into it. It's like a little piece of heaven." Nero Aljon could see them safely from her vantage point in the foliage without fear of being seen herself. The shadows and patterns cast down from the afternoon sun made in almost impossible to spot her immediately unless one were to really be searching for her. She crouched down and followed them as quietly as she could, as if she were stalking her prey, all of her playful acting left at the docks. Nero kept her distance, stopping when necessary and laying down whenever it was convenient for her, though she was always on the alert for trouble, or some sort of sign from Asayl to strike.

La Volpe followed suite, cocking his arm as he caught up with Asayl to allow her to hang on. The place was certainly beautiful, she hadn't been wrong about that. His eyes wandered to the canopies overhead, listening to the chirps of the strange birds, the insects that buzzed in the undergrowth, flashes of eyes from wary animals as they darted by. Totally unlike the cities he was used to, but similar to other exotic places he had ventured through. He would remain quiet during their journey, content just to listen to the sounds of the wilderness around him. Quite strange for someone like him, some would think, but he was allowed his untold appreciation for nature.

Asayl found it a little odd that had had grown quiet during their little stroll. But when she looked up to discover a content look on his face, she didn't bother to disturb him. She simply clung to his arm, steering him to and fro along the path. When she led him onto one of the lesser traveled paths, and the only one she knew of that would take them to the pond she spoke of, she unwound herself from him and let her hand slide down his arm until it caught his hand. For some reason holding his hand that way to lead him felt entirely too intimate, and that made her hate it. But she put up with the pangs of disgust. When she heard the soft roar of the little waterfall, her ears perked up and her feet moved a little faster. "It should be right arooooound," she turned a corner of the patch around a big boulder to reveal the waterfall and pond she had spoken of, "here." La Volpe remained at his steady pace as her hand wove into his, urging him onward. Brown eyes widened at the sight of the waterfall she had spoken of; it truly was a sight to behold. "Madonna." He said breathlessly, peering up the gorge. "I don't think I've ever seen a waterfall quite as big as this." Letting go of her hand he sauntered up to the water's edge, dipping a finger in to test the water. A little colder than expected. "It's amazing what beautiful things nature has hidden away." Volpe spoke in a gentle tone that Asayl would have never heard before, almost like another side to him, "She's such a shy signorina. Beauty should never be hidden." Asayl was certainly a bit surprised by his reaction. If for nothing else, because they had something in common that didn't involve dirty work, killing and hiding their faces. With his attention away from her, she took a moment to look around for Nero. She couldn't see her, but she knew she was likely to be nearby. She could feel it. Assured that someone was watching out for her, she went ahead with her plan. "I agree. That's why I showed it to you." She walked over beside him and took a seat on the pebbly shore, knees drawn up to her chin. "Sit with me?" La Volpe's focus had been taken completely for a brief moment, not even noticing Asayl searching for her lycan friend. At her request, however, he'd sit down by her side, leaning back heavily on one palm while fiddling with a smooth pebble in the other, before throwing it into the water and watching it skim across the surface until it sank in. "Mmm. Well, I'll have to agree with you, signorina. This is a little piece of heaven." He chuckled, turning to give her a flash of a smile. Beautiful women always seem drawn to beautiful places."

Asayl was vaguely impressed that he could make the stone skip over the water, having tried many times herself and failing every last time, much to her childish dismay. She took his smile as permission to move closer to him. She shimmied herself over until their hips met. She thought about inviting herself to lean on him, but held off. If Nero really was watching them, she was going to have to remember to apologize ten times over for what she would see - and beg her not to tell Pheno about her little adventure in acting. She grinned back flirtatiously at Volpe adding, "Oh why thank you. You don't look at out of place yourself, you know."

La Volpe did not seem to react as Asayl slipped closer, already comfortable with the femme's presence. "I bet. Like Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden." He mused, tone playful. Keeping his eyes locked onto her's as she grinned, he'd let his free hand curve around the side of her face, combing its way through her hair and resting lightly at the base of her neck. From there, he moved in. Deliberately slowly he'd press his lips against hers, hand slipping around to the back of her neck as he did so. If she did not pull away he'd continue in his passionately slow embrace, other hand moving up to rest at her side; perhaps a reference to a previous topic of conversation. Asayl's usual first reaction to being touched in such a way as Volpe was a swift punch to the face. And it took all her willpower not to test the punching strength of this new body. Instead, she nuzzled her cheek every so slight against his hand has it passed over it, making a soft purring sound that could nothing short of an invitation for further actions. And further actions came. Though every inch of her mind was screaming at her not to do it, she let it happen anyway. Where she should have been knocking him out cold, she was repaying the action with enthusiasm. Now she was set on letting him do the leading. But she was still battling herself as to how far she was willing to let things go.

Nero Aljon couldn't believe that Asa was doing this... Not only was it hard to watch, but it was making her skin crawl and her fur bristle all at the same time. What was going on? The lycan was starting to wonder what her plan was, or even if she had one to begin with. She wasn't even sure if she could just sit here and watch while her best friend exploited herself. For what, a stupid mask? Nero growled softly, glaring daggers at them both from her position in the shadows. Even if she was a friend, this! This was stretching her limits to the extreme. She was beginning to debate on intervening or to leave Asayl to herself for the rest of the evening entirely. La Volpe could not sense the other's internal battle, nor the desire to cause him bodily harm; all he could see was the mutuality between the actions and he saw no reason not to continue. After a moment he gently pushed his body weight against her, to lower her onto the pebbled shore. A little uncomfortable, and a hand slipped to the small of her back in an effort to not ruin 'the mood'. The other remained at her neck, brushing against her collarbone in a delicate, slow action that would tingle the skin beneath the fur.

Asayl- Oh god, I'm really in trouble now, was all she could think as Volpe guided her body. The battle of her morals versus her desire to coax the assassin into a trap exploded in her head. If she was going to stop him, it would going to have to be right then and there - and completely nonchalant with a severe lack of flying fists. But if she let him continue, surely he would be enticed into a second rendezvous with her, giving her an opportunity for revenge. While all this raced through her head, she did nothing to resist his advance, even going as far as to welcome or encourage them with little sounds of delight. Even if her mind was at war, her body had already made its decision: she was going to continue the game regardless of where it took her. It was an unfortunate flaw she suffered from. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pausing to whisper, "just like heaven, hm" into his ear.

OBVIOUS FADE TO BLACK because they did the deed. We were losing it OOC because we’re nerds.

Asayl: [Is Volpe actually going to go there or stop himself? Because if he is, maybe it would be best to just fast forward and spare Nero the details XD] Nero Aljon: Oh, no. If they're going to do it, then Nero's leaving. >:CCC] La Volpe: [ He would go the whole nine yards unless Asayl told him to stop. ] Nero Aljon: She ain't got no time for dis.] Nero Aljon: LOL SEEE] La Volpe: [ He's a man! What do you expect. x3 ] Asayl: [Oh god XD Nero would be like OH GOD MY EYES and run off] La Volpe could definitely imagine it. ] 

La Volpe had always been confident in his skill to pleasure a woman, and he was pretty confident that Asayl had been given a pleasurable experience; unless his dear Caroline was a brilliant actor. Despite being a killer, arrogant and possibly rude he made a passionate lover. The act, however, was over and he found himself with nothing to say - he didn't feel the need for any pillow talk at the moment, and if he had been born a feline he would have been purring happily to himself. Instead to retorted back to skimming stones, allowing Asayl whatever time she needed to recover from their fling.

Asayl stayed laying where she was, still in a bit if shock of what just happened. Sleeping with man she was sure was out to kill her, an enemy of her guild and someone whom she thought she was going to hate. But here she was, laying in the middle of one of her favorite places in the whole Nexus, recovering from passionate sex -though something she could never call love-making for obvious reasons- with her mortal enemy. She didn't mind him and his stone tossing as she rested. Maybe it was for the better. If he would have tried to converse with her, she might of cried purely out of shame of acting unfaithfully to Pheno - who had just saved her from a life of pain. With a few deep breaths, she sat up and forced a smile in his direction. "You certainly know your way around a woman, don't you?"

La Volpe turned to face her when she spoke, offering a calm smile. "I do. A gift that some men are most unfortunate not to possess." Once again he remained unaware of her emotional turmoil, fooled completely by the guise she had given him. If her Caroline persona portrayed the parts of Asayl that Volpe had not seen, then perhaps if things had turned out differently, the two might of even been friends. After skimming his last stone he returned to her side, lowering himself to one knee and offering her hand. "Are you all right, amore mio? I hope I wasn't too rough." He'd allow a chuckle before continuing, "I suppose he had better return, lest we miss the last ferry and are stranded until morning." Some time had passed since they had first arrived, and the evening cacophony of insects had already begun, the first chill of the night beginning to settle in.

Asayl- "No, I'm alright." She took his hand slowly climbed to her feet, wobbling for a moment as gravity reminded her legs that it existed, no matter how tingly her toes were. "We can say that just rough enough." A smirk crawled over her maw. She took a moment to straighten herself out, thanking the heavens for the invention of dresses. But at the mention of the ferry, she looked confused. Her gaze turned upward, seeing how little sunlight was left. "Oh crap, we need to hurry!" Before he could do or say thing to interrupt her, she took him by the hand and made a mad dash for the little pier at the edge of the jungle. They would get there just in time to be the last to board. Once safely on the boat, the winded feline would laugh a true, genuine laugh over how they almost spent a night in the jungle because they were too busy doing "adult" things. La Volpe hadn't any time to say anything before the feline whisked him off down the jungle trail to the pier, only glad that they were able to escape a night of uncomfortable sleeping. He too began to laugh, an uncontrollable urge brought on by Asayl's infectious laughter. Leaning over the railing, he smiled into the water. "What an eventful day. I'm sure you have lots to tell Odessa." The words held more bearing that he was even aware of, turning to gaze towards her. "What are your plans for tomorrow, signorina? If I remember correctly, there was something about planning a 'two or three day fling'." Asayl's laughing eventually subsided to giggles before she could rein them in and stop drawing the gaze of the other passengers. At first, the look she gave him was vague confused but then the light bulb went off. "Oh, you have no idea," she said with a note of sly mixed in. "Though I'm sure the details would only bore her." She joined him a the rail, leaning against his side though facing in the opposite direction from him. It was getting harder for her to ignore the little inklings of feeling that she might not hate him as much as she originally thought she did, but she quickly pushed the thought away. "After today, I think another day with you might be... nice. How about you join me tomorrow night for for a drink or two at the teahouse? The serve the better alcohol after the sun goes down." She looked back up at him, hopeful that he would accept her invitation.

We stopped there but Volpe accepted and agreed to meet her the next night. Asa flips her shit and starts preparing her trap for him. I’ll post the actual trap played out in the next one!

[baylardo]

i just copy paste for Knowledge uwu 

heCKIGN head canons af amen IVE NEVER DONE THESE HONESTLY I WAS BORED AND NEVER TALK ABOUT THESE BUT NOW IM FEELING INVESTED

jacki hates it bUT I HAVE SHIPPED PIPSQUEAK AND LUNA SINCE BIRTH HECK ALL OF U i think their Plausible dynamic is so Complex and gucci I LOVE IT it wasn't like luna Raised Him or anything they wouldnt be in each others lives a lot while pip was a kid but luna always had this like,,,,, gratitude for him from That One Time AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP WOULD HIT OFF IMMEDIATELY EITHER IT WAS KINDA THIS GRADUAL THING THAT HAPPENED they'd probs talk A Lot on walks, pip might have joined the royal guard maybe???? luna would highkey crush on him but kinda be really subtle and distant around him Shed Never Be The One To Initiate Anything Between Them i imagine shed be pretty hesitant to suggest Anything with pip bc its WEIRD when ur DATING A PRINCESS THEIR RELATIONSHIP IMPORTANTLY WOULD BE KEPT A SECRET BASICALLY THE WHOLE TIME, there wouldn't be much use of making it public anyway celestia would be against the relationship but support her sister nonetheless probably due to her own experience with similar matters they'd probs talk about aging and immortality, but pip would insist on leaving it be and basically dealing with it when they got there luna basically Always has this worried look on her when their being intimate but she loves him amen, eventually she feels the feels and loosens up a bit im definitely wanting to kill him off in a large battle or something because suffering is my kink and then she may or may not have a kid of his afterwords RIDICULED

UUUUUH SCORPAN AND TWILIGHT IS SO HECKGING CUTE TO ME I LOVE IT SO MUCH i first really saw the ship presented to me from Dunefilly on DA i hecking love A LOT OF HER SHIPS amen amen i feel like scorpan would return to equestria after hearing of starswirl's reappearance along with the other ancient elements along the way he'd stay many places and hear of stories involving a particular band of ponies infamous for spreading the power of friendship across the land; he'd delve more into it the more he learned, eventually it became the sole purpose of his journey to ponyville underneath being reunited with his close friend thats what that one doodle is anyway of that first interaction he'd have with twilight upon his arrival not long after he meets with starswirl with twilight taking him to him, though scorpan almost immediately points out the tension between the two ponies, specifically pointing out star swirl's degrading attitude toward the alicorn which had toned down a bit though not by much eventually in the reunion scorpan would probably stand up for twilight after starswirl bashing her rookie mistakes too many times, kinda like what starlight did but with a little more personal research to back up the claim on a lighter note the two would spend a lot of time relaying information to each other from their contrasting travels, etc etc i always felt like twilight needed an equal of sorts in a partner that wouldn't necessarily lean toward argument and rather socratic debate lmao also from what the comic shows of him when he was younger i feel like he'd really grow in confidence over the years and grow a capability to help others in that regard

celestia and YOUNG STARSWIRL would Totally be a fling starswirls so busy-minded and serious all the time, obviously has no friends basically LIKE TWILIGHT ORIGINALLY i imagine celestias a total flirt with stallions in general but i love the idea of her trying Literally Everything to get deadpan starswirl to SMIRK he's a little heartless though and celestias lonely so it works it'd be a long-term fling since theyre around each other so often though after he disappeared and then later reappeared many years later what little interest there was in the relationship was lost between both of them by the time they met up again celestia would gladly rekindle the flame though THERES REALLY NOTHING SENTIMENTAL TO THEM THOUGH i feel like dislestia as a ship is REALLY OVERDONE but man is she a ho for GRAY COLOR SCHEMED MEN, i love it bUT I WANT TO DO OTHER THINGS even in her personality like,,,, she too is constantly busy so i dont think shed have time for anything outside of the occasional one night stand

quibble pants and rainbow dash are so cute to mEEEEE RD seemed really fitting with a Not Sporty Guy plus she's the element of [Loyalty] so dang she committed to this corny guy quibbles really supportive of his gf and goes to whatever events he can without Dying it took him a while to believe shed saved the world multiple times probably this is impORTANT

AND LASTLY BECAUSE I SELF INDULGE CHERRY JUBILEE IS MY FAVORITE HORSE SO I GOTTA SHIP HER I KNOW SHE HAS A COMIC WHERE I THINK SHE GETS ENGAGED AT THE END I FORGET???? implying That Doesnt Work Out I LOOOOOOVE the idea of her and troubleshoes being a thing they seem really Streetcar Named Desire to me but NOT HECKIGN INSANE just like a really ditzy girl who's pretty and a big guy to protect her and help in her cherry orchards amen

[prettypajamassuitedsoldier]

🎵 name 5 songs you love at the moment, ⚡️ if you had any superpower, what would it be and why? 🎬 what are some of your favourite films? and 🍦 what is one treasured childhood memory?

🎵 name 5 songs you love at the moment:

Force Of Nature - Miracle Of Sound

Sogno di Volare  -Christopher Tin

Reignite - Malukah

The Arena - Lindsey Stirling

Hey Mama - David Guetta ft. Nicki Minaj, Bebe Rexha & Afrojack

(honestly I could’ve gone with 5 songs from Miracle of Sound but I thought I’d rather not to keep things interesting :P)

⚡️ if you had any superpower, what would it be and why?

I already answered this, but one superpower I REALLY used to wish I had when I was younger is healing, but I’ve also come to realise now that it’d drive me insane. Knowing you can’t help everyone? I’d be crazy by the end of the first week. (I fear I would make a poor superhero in general whoops)

I think this is also the reason why I enjoy playing healer/support class characters, even if I suck majorly at it. :P

🎬 what are some of your favourite films?

It’s kind of amusing, because if anyone asks I’ll tell them I LOVE films but when asked what some of my faves are I go “uuuuuh…” xD But I’m just going to throw out some of the ones I like as I remember them:

Dirty Dancing, Alien(s), Terminator 2, Love Actually, Jurassic Park, The Last Unicorn, aaaand Pride and Prejudice (the BBC series totally count as a film).

🍦 what is one treasured childhood memory?

My grandmother lived with us when I was little, and whenever I’d feel really down I’d climb into bed with her in the morning and tell her I “felt ill”. She’d then check my pulse, proclaim that it was definitely a bit rapid, that I probably had a fever and ought to stay at home. I’m don’t think my mother always let me (I was definitely not sick every time that’s for sure), but the times I did I spent the morning snuggled up with her, just talking about everything and nothing, and the world would feel just a little bit better. :)

[i-just-love-spop]

Of babysitting and (potential) kitchen fires (trimmed-down version for zine application)

[Catradora and some minor Glimbow. Takes place several years after the show. Summary not included in the excerpt.]

—

“That day, the most selfless girl in the galaxy learned that it was alright to choose herself for once – that it was the right choice to be selfish sometimes. And that’s how she saved the galaxy. The end.”

Catra clapped her hands together to empathize the ending of the story.

The little girl with the violet hair looked up at her. There was an excited glint in her eyes.

“Start over, I want to hear the story again! Please!”

Catra laughed as she ruffled the girl’s hair.

“Nice try, sweetie, but the time has come for little Arrow to go to sleep, because Queen Sparkles will show up soon and throw me out of your room if you don’t.”

Arrow pouted.

“Come on, auntie Catra. Just one more time. Auntie Adora can keep mom distracted in the meantime.”

The adult woman stroked the child’s head again and giggled softly. Damn, she really liked this kid.

“As much as I like the way you think, Glitter, your mom will end me if I keep you awake any longer. And I think she’s pert near issuing a decree about how much I get to talk about Adora here before I must be forcefully removed from the building at all costs,” She joked.

The child laughed.

“But mommy and dad are just as bad!”

“You’re the cheekiest girl in the entire universe. I’m so proud of you.” Catra hugged her gently. “Come on, little one. Time to sleep. I’ll tell you more stories tomorrow.”

Arrow squeaked happily, snuggled up to her aunt and caved.

“Okay, fine. But only if you promise.”

The adult smiled softly. Arrow was just about her favorite person in the entire universe – except for Adora, of course.

The remaining members of the best friend squad were pretty close behind, though.

“Of course. I promise, Glitter.”

She gently tugged the girl in the cupcake pajamas into bed.

“Wanna sleep lights on or lights off today?”

—

Glimmer and Adora watched Catra from the doorframe as she tugged Arrow in and then started singing her to sleep.

Adora was pretty close to melting into a puddle right then and there. Instead, she almost started crying and rubbed her wedding band nervously, all the universe’s love in her eyes in that very moment.

The scene alone was enough to turn her head all over again, and that wasn’t even including the fact that Catra’s singing was down right enchanting, and she would have happily listened to nothing but that for the rest of her life.

“Adora? ... Adora?” Her best friend gave her a gentle nudge. “Hey, Brightmoon to She-Ra, you in there?”

The blonde jerked extremely startled.

She’d been in a completely different world for the last couple of minutes.

“Yeah, uh, I was just-”

“Zoning out at Catra again. I know.” Adora went beet-red. Glimmer winked at her and laughed softly. Despite her visible exhaustion, she still insisted on teasing her best friend. “I’m still surprised how good she is with kids. Arrow loves her to the stars and back.”

“Yeah, I know...”

She-Ra was still way too mesmerized by the scene to take her eyes off her wife and her niece.

“Have you two thought about it yet? You know, the... adoption thing we talked about?”

Well, that jerked the warrior princess back into reality, alright.

She turned away from Catra and Arrow, instead facing the wall across from the child’s room.

“I- we- uh-” she stammered. “I... don’t know. I think I’d be a terrible mom.”

Glimmer shook her head and looked at her best friend sternly.

“Why would you think that? That’s complete nonsense.”

“Well, I’m kind of a complete mess, and extremely chaotic and clumsy and- I tried cooking something recently, and then Catra hugged me from behind while I was doing it, and then my brain short-circuited and I almost burnt down the kitchen because I still can’t believe I’m married to Catra and it’s been ten years-” She was once again talking in that very Adora way where Glimmer wasn’t sure if her friend even took a single breath while sentence after sentence came out of her mouth in such a speed that it was hard to understand everything. “-and, I mean, I can’t take care of a child! I can barely take care of myself, and-”

Her best friend put her hands on the shoulders of the blonde.

“Adora. Breathe.”

“...right. That... That’s a... thing I should be doing.” She listened, took a couple of long-drawn-out breaths... and slowly, she started calming down again. “I’m sorry. It’s just... I don’t know if I would be a good mother.”

Glimmer smiled at her and pinched her cheek.

“Of course you would be a good mom. I mean, you’re not Catra, but you have watched Arrow before, and you were pretty good at it. And kids love you.”

Adora let out a long sigh.

“Yeah, maybe, but... I don’t know.”

“Hey, nobody’s forcing you to do anything, alright?” Glimmer hugged her. “If that’s not something you want, that’s perfectly fine. Kids aren’t for everyone, and you two are great together on your own. You don’t need kids to be happy.”

Adora shook her head.

“Yeah, no, I know, that... that’s not it. I... I actually think we would both like to have one, but.., the only mother figure we had back at the horde was Shadow Weaver, and I think we’re both afraid we could end up being the kind of parent she was. Catra more so than me.”

Glimmer broke off in mid-sentence.

That though alone seemed completely insane to her.

Adora was just about the nicest, kindest person she had ever met – except for maybe Bow –, while Shadow Weaver was most definitely cruelest, most manipulative asshole she could think of.

And while Catra’s story was... more complicated on that behalf, she still couldn’t imagine her being the kind of mother Shadow Weaver had been. Catra had learned from her mistakes, had overcome her fears and weaknesses and had become a better person along the way.

Shadow Weaver had never learned, never changed, and while her last moments had been a sacrifice, it had been one of cowardice more than one of courage.

A dead person didn’t have to face the mistakes she made. Didn’t have to deal with the people they hurt – the hate in their eyes and the words of anger, sadness and spite that would get thrown at them otherwise.

Catra had faced all that. She’d worked to complete exhaustion to rebuild the cities she’d helped destroy, and she’d went to the end of the galaxy and back to prove that she’d truly changed.

Despite that, some people hadn’t forgiven her, and they never would.

Some people still thought Adora deserved better, and that Catra was treating her badly and should be banished from the planet for good for everything she’d done.

That wasn’t happening... and Catra had learned to live with and accept what people thought of her. She knew she’d hurt others. And as much as she would have liked to turn back time to right her wrongs... she couldn’t.

What others thought of her wasn’t her choice to make. If she had hurt people too much for them to ever give her another chance, that was valid, and she accepted it.

It wasn’t her choice to make.

That made her a much bigger person than Shadow Weaver had ever been.

“Are you serious? Neither of you is anything like her, and you never will be. The way Catra treats Arrow, how she tucks her into bed and sings her to sleep... that’s something my mom used to do when I was little.” For a moment, there was a glint of sad melancholy in her eyes. “Mom would have loved Arrow. And Catra would have driven her absolutely bonkers... but if things hadn’t happened the way they did... I think she would have liked her too.”

Adora pulled her best friend into a hug.

“I...” She started, but Glimmer shook her head and interrupted her.

“Shadow Weaver wasn’t like this at all, was she?”

That was a pretty clear signal.

She didn’t want to talk or think about this any longer. At least not right now.

Adora could accept that and just continued on with the conversation as if nothing had happened.

That was part of their silent agreement when it came to talking about Angella.

“No, she wouldn’t have. Shadow Weaver was never the singing type.” She raised her hands and wagged her fingers in a silly imitation of a spell caster, hoping that would lift the mood again – at least a little. “She was more like ‘uuuuuh, I’m so evil and mean, and if you don’t go to sleep then the weeping princess will show up and murder you, or maybe I will, if you annoy me too much!’...”

She stuck out her tongue.

Glimmer giggled, and Adora joined in.

She could laugh about it today... at least a little.

That had been different for a long time.

—

“Hey Adora.” The two of them spun around. Apparently Arrow had fallen asleep by now, because Catra was now standing right next to them, the door closed behind her so they could speak loudly without waking the child up again. She looked at her wife all lovey-dovey for a moments then turned to Glimmer, grinned and bowed playfully. “Queen Sparkles, I humbly report your daughter has been put to bed and is asleep now.”

That earned her a gentle nudge against the shoulder from said queen, who rolled her eyes as she laughed.

“Why are you like this?”

Catra gave her a cheeky grin and winked at her.

“What can I say, it’s part of my charm.”

She then put an arm around her wife gently, who had finally stopped zoning out enough to properly greet her.

“Hey Kitty.”

Catra rolled her eyes.

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

Adora pulled her close and looked at her smugly.

“You love it when I call you that.”

“I do not.”

Their faces were now merely inches away from each other.

Truth be told, Catra had given up on ever getting rid of the nickname when Adora had used it for the first time several years ago.

By now, she was sure just about all of Etheria knew about the dumb nickname – that maybe, just maybe, did send a nice feeling of comfortable warmth through her body when Adora said it.

The annoyed facade she put up was nothing more than that – just part of their playful flirting.

Their kiss was unsatisfyingly short. Adora broke away almost immediately, grimacing. She wiped her mouth.

“...why do you taste like glitter?”

Catra, who had been kind of irritated and hurt until now, started cackling.

“So I might have given the kid a goodnight kiss to the forehead when I tucked her in, sue me.” She turned to Glimmer. “Sparkles’ husband kisses her all the time – I wonder how he does it.”

Her friend and her wife joined in the laughing really soon.

“I’ll have to thank my daughter for finding the absolutely only method I can think of that can keep you two from constantly making out in front of me,” Glimmer chuckled, smiling to herself.

Those two were almost disgustingly cute.

Almost.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but there’s nothing in the entire universe powerful enough to keep our hands off each other for long,” Adora commented truthfully.

The Horde, a war, a collapsing reality and an army consisting of robots and the clones of an insane maniac hadn’t stopped them. Keeping them away from each other for long was a task that would have required something a lot more complicated than a little glitter.

She put her arm around her wife’s waist and kissed her cheek.

Glimmer had a hard time keeping herself from commenting the purring that ensued as the smile on her lips grew wider.

She just looked at the two of them silently for a while until she spoke up again.

“Oh, and Catra... thanks for babysitting. I really appreciate it a lot.”

Spending time with them was nice... but she also started to feel her exhaustion more with every passing minute and wanted nothing more than to just collapse into her bed and sleep for a small eternity... or at least for approximately an hour before she would be woken up again.

The thought alone made her head spin.

But she was really, really thankful.

Catra had been immensely helpful when it came to watching Arrow, especially during these past few weeks.

“Hey, you know I love the kid. Anytime.” The brunette smiled. “I forgot to ask... how was your meeting?”

[…]