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[animasola86]

🦑 A Special Little Toy

sentient!squid x f!reader 🔥 explicit 🔥 words: 1.2k

One month ago, you found a little creature while skinny-dipping (or maybe it found you?). You took it in (quite literally) as your little pet, and this is how you nurture it.

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Assisted masturbation? Vaginal sex. Double penetration. Sentient sex toy? Mirror sex! Tentacles! "Object" insertion.

NOTES: This is a "re-write" of one of my HL oneshots/smut series A Special Kind of Bond, so if you've been following my work for a while, you may already know this. As I can't post a whole new Kinktober piece today (as mentioned here), I decided to recycle my first attempt at teratophilia. You'll find more links to other tentacle-related smut I've written in the end notes. I hope you enjoy this short little piece of monster smut!

A loud moan falls from your trembling lips as a deep shudder jolts through your body. Are my roommates back yet? you wonder frantically, but you really don't care when another shudder makes your hips twitch off the bed.

You press your lips together and grip the bedsheets so tightly your fingers start to cramp. More moans and quiet whimpers leave your throat in rhythm with the constant throbbing pulsing through your insides. You feel your muscles tightening, contracting, clenching and unclenching, the shudders like tidal waves rippling over your body, grabbing you, pulling you with them, as your hips undulate needily, your thighs twitching as you force yourself to keep your legs spread wide apart.

All this because you want to see what's making you feel so good. Your head is blissfully empty, your nerves deliciously on edge, that tension in your gut building up more and more as you look into the mirror at the foot of your bed, giving you a perfect glance at the almost translucent thing pressed deeply into your tight butt as its eight little tentacles slither over your skin.

One is coiled around your clit, others stroking and pulling and flicking it, some gliding up and down your slick slit, and two are pushing in and out of your wet depths in a contrasting rhythm, stretching your entrance, teasing your walls.

And the last one is going deep, it's the one that's made thicker and firmer, that knows exactly where your sweet spots are, and it's determined to press against them with fervor, and each time it does, your body convulses, your moans get louder, your head is thrashed back into the pillow while your fingers claw at the bedsheets.

You are out of your mind with pleasure, ready to explode under the various kinds of stimulation, and weirdly enough, your little toy seems to feel it too. And it's got the worst sense of humor. Because it suddenly stops moving its tendrils, stops throbbing against that tight ring of muscles, stops that thicker tentacle as it's hovering right over your g-spot.

You groan and jerk your hips up, tempted to continue on your own, but you force yourself to be patient, even though your body is not, as it keeps shuddering, your muscles keep contracting, and when you whimper softly, “Come on, please, this is for you too,” the motions continue abruptly, and you cry out when the stimulation is back in full force, maybe even more so, as the tentacles rub and glide and poke and prod, and the bigger one slips in and out your tight channel, thrumming against your walls, dragging over your sweet spots, while its body pulses wildly inside your butt as if it's vibrating.

You moan and buck your hips frantically, your thighs trembling, your toes curling up, your hands ready to rip the sheets you're holding onto. The tension grows with every little touch against your oversensitive flesh, and suddenly, it all erupts. Bright lights explode behind your eyelids, your body spasms uncontrollably as your muscles contract almost violently under the power of your orgasm.

A drawn-out cry of pure ecstasy leaves your throat as your eyes roll back, and you contort in the most blissful way for a moment, hips off the bed, shoulders pressed into the mattress and knees shaking under the exertion.

The thing inside you changes its pattern, rubbing harder, half of its tentacles focused on your clit, the others joining the bigger one in your warm depths, stroking your insides through your release by pushing in and out in a strange kind of rhythm.

You're a whimpering mess as you collapse onto the bed again, body still quivering, twitching uncontrollably, your breaths as erratic as they can be, and under the forceful ministrations of those tendrils, you keep riding the high, head empty, heart thundering, mouth wide open as your noises fall past dry lips.

You force your eyes open and stare at your reflection in the mirror that's shaking under the frantic movements of your overstimulated body. You watch those tentacles writhing in and out of your clenching cunt, the wet squelching sounds adding to the sensation, causing goosebumps to ripple over your skin in waves. You gasp and whimper with every inward thrust as they hit your deepest depths, teasing your sweet spots, expanding inside you, stretching your walls.

You're shaking from head to toe, and when the creature's body starts moving inside your ass, you yelp in surprise as it mimics the movements of its appendages, pushing in and out, turning and twisting its elongated body against your tight muscles, coating it with a combination of your juices and that sticky fluid that drives you insane almost literally, as it seeps into your flesh and makes everything seem even more extreme.

Your head is spinning, and you feel as if you can taste colors now. Moans and groans and grunts tumble from your open mouth, your body completely overwhelmed from all the things happening at once as it still convulses, hips bucking, thighs twitching, and you watch it all out of hooded eyes until it all comes to a sudden stop as you climax again, this time with a force that shakes the mirror and in the end stains it with your juices as your release pushes out of you with a force that hits you like an oncoming train.

You cry out and press your eyes shut, heart seemingly stopping as you gasp deeply, before everything resumes, and you fall into your cushions, completely spent, covered in sweat and your own juices and a stickiness that numbs the shudders of your body. You feel your little toy moving within your tight walls, slowly working its long body out as it pulls itself forwards by its eight arms that seem to be glued to your wet center, some still inside, pressed to your slick flesh.

With a soft wet pop it slips out of your butt and onto the sheets, and if you would have had the strength to look into the mirror, you'd see your tight hole gaping slightly before it would resume its original state. But you're lying on your back, legs spread wide open, thighs twitching, saliva pooling in the corner of your open mouth, as the creature goes to work on your pussy now, its tendrils retreating until it lifts itself up onto them and pushes its wider head straight against your slick entrance.

You feel a deep shudder when it forces its glistening body forwards, and your walls clamp around it and pull it inside. You're too weak to moan, so you just breathe a little louder as it slips into your tight channel, throbbing and humming and evidently sucking up all your juices from your wet walls. Its tendrils flap lazily about as it finds its home deep inside you, body fully sheathed, its head prodding your cervix, teasing your womb.

You shiver, your insides convulsing again, but the motion is too soft to lose your head over it. It's comforting how its thick body fills you out perfectly, nestling within as if it belongs there - and for the last month it has, though when you first found the little squid in the depths of the lake, it has been much, much smaller, before it developed a taste for your nurturing juices.

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[bigglywiggly]

How had you ended up here? Nothing more than a microbe, a speck smaller than dust, standing atop the vast, mountainous flesh of your father's mistress? All around you, pale, pliant flesh as far as the eye could see, a veritable planet of flesh, housing an immeasurable ocean of thick, frothy sea. Rumblings surrounded you, rhythmic in its sound as the very "ground" beneath your feet shook with the force of an earthquake. The baying of a godlike being, of deep, bassy sound resonating from the very environment. You couldn't understand it, but you knew it was laughing.

Your father had met her not long after your mother's unfortunate passing. She clung to him like a parasite, speaking sweet nothing's to him under her breath every time you saw them together. Wherever your father went, there she was, stuck to him like glue, making him hang on every word that escaped her mouth.

He would shower her in niceties and gifts, whatever she wanted. Cars, jewelry, lavish trips, whatever she desired, and in return, he received arm candy. She was draining his bank account before my very eyes. I tried to tell him on multiple occasions she was manipulating him, that she didn't care about him and would leave once he had nothing left to offer, but he ignored me. Accusing me of not wanting him to find happiness, yelling that he deserved to be happy after Mom passed. She had poisoned his mind, and the only way I would ever convince him of it, was with proof.

When the 2 of them left the house on one of their extravagant nights out, I snuck into her room to find anything I could to incriminate her. Thinking I had all the time in the world and would never get caught, but it seemed she was always 2 steps ahead.

I heard the door click behind me, as I turned around, there she was. Standing before me, a malevolent look in her eyes, dangerous yet somehow...sexual? As she approached me, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, sharpening her gaze as she closed the distance. With each button, a small tidal wave of creamy flesh poured out of her top, until she undid the final button and allowed the silken shirt to fall from her frame, flaccidly.

"I-"

"Shhhh..."

She spoke to me, putting a finger to my lips, she took the back of my head, and glared into my eyes. It was as if she was piercing my soul. The room started to haze around me and all I could see was her. Lost in her eyes, I lost all track of time and actions, lost control of myself as she slowly coaxed my head down, lowering me to my knees until I was face to face with her otherworldly bosom. She traced a finger around my mouth, opening it slightly with the tip before carefully inserting into my gaping maw. I suckled in supplication at her finger as I felt a great hunger within me arise.

"Shhhh..."

She spoke again, removing her finger.

"You shouldn't be in here, sweetie. This is Mommy's room, and mommy doesn't like naughty little boys poking their noses where they don't belong. But mommy is understanding and knows when a little boy is just looking for comforting. Mommy understands and is gonna make it all better."

As the words left her most, she took her left breast in hand, feeling it's incredible mass and hefted it up, guiding a rigid pink nipple to my mouth. As it approached, I lapped at the air, begging for the nipple. This brought a crooked smirk to her face as she inserted the nub.

Like clockwork, I began to suck at it, drawing anything from the breast I could. A faint moan escaped her lips as I suckled and nibbled on the tip, hoping for something, anything to come out.

"There's a good boy. You're hungry? Well don't you worry, mommy has lots and lots for hungry little boys. Indulge to your hearts content."

In the instant she finishes that sentence, it was like the turning of a faucet. Sweet, warm milk gushed forth, filling my mouth in a second. Torrents of her sugary nectar filled my mouth over and over again, filling faster than I could gulp. At this rate, I thought the mighty breast would be empty in a matter of seconds, but something started to feel off. No matter how much I swallowed and sucked up, more and more kept coming. Filling my mouth even faster each time.

Something clicked and you finally opened your eyes. You collected your surroundings and that's when a horrifying sight came into view. Her breast. Her titanic breast was all you could see, filling your entire vision. Her nipple wasn't even in your mouth anymore, you were just sucking from one of the individual ducts. You tried to look up to meet her eyes, but you could no longer see her face past the hemisphere of her brobdingnagian tit.

In an attempt to struggle, I tried to pull back but I wouldn't budge. I felt like something was pushing my back preventing me from moving. Angling myself sideways, I could barely make out the tip of a gigantic finger, it's first knuckle looked to be 2 stories below me. Just how small had I become?! This realization made you panic, was the milk doing this? I tried to stop swallowing but the torrents were so strong they fired into the back of my throat and poured down my throat.

After a few more seconds of this, the force at my back had loosened and I felt myself being drawn from her breast. As she pried me away, I could still see the geyser of her teat blasting out milk like a broken dam. As she pried me away, I felt I was stuck, my limbs wouldn't move, and I could tell I was stuck tight to her finger. Being drawn further and further back, my surroundings slowly became more clear. Everything moved incredibly slowly as her celestial body of a breast got further and further away. Roughly 6 inches from her breast looked to be over a mile from my perspective. Then there was a bassy rumble all around, as if the heavens had opened and thunder came raining down from all around me. She was speaking to me. I had no idea what she was saying, but it was clearly her. She raised me up, above her breast towards her face and spoke again, the rumbling rattled my very bones as I felt like my ear drums were going to shatter, I couldn't understand a word she said. She shot me a snarky grin then proceeded to lower me back to her breast, pressing me into her heavy, pillowy flesh. It felt like her breast was consuming me, I was pushed so deep and so surrounded, I thought I was going to be splattered, but no, she had other plans for me, clearly.

I felt her finger leave my back and found myself stuck to her skin, miles of dark, bumpy flesh as far as the eye could see. I was nothing more than a speck of dust, hell, smaller than dust, clinging to her areola. I clung as hard as I could, in fear of falling, but I found myself standing vertically on her, as if my feet adhered to her. It was as if this planetoid of a woman had her own gravitational pull.

Rumbling again surrounded me as the world moved, but I couldn't feel the motions. I could just see the world around her, the world I was no longer part of, move in the distance, slowly. I saw her reach for her shirt, casually placed her arms through the sleeves, then slowly buttoned it back up. I watched my new world becoming dark, almost as if it was indicating nighttime. A last sliver of light filled my vision as she sealed the final button.

-Time passes-

You're not sure how long you've been here at this point, you've been surviving off of her skin cells and any moisture that appears around you. She has become your world, even when bathing, you don't seem to be at risk, almost as if some otherworldly force is keeping you safe from the pouring water or a washcloth. Nothing seems to be able to remove you from your new home.

You wonder how this truly all came to be. If your dad missed you or even cared at this point. You see them together and hear the other world you left, but it's all alien at this point. You just wish you had someone to talk to, someone to cut through the loneliness. As you pondered these things, you saw the sky above slowly begin to illuminate, she was undoing her shirt. Was it shower time?

As she removed her shirt, your sky was filled with another person. A familiar person, someone you'd been missing all this time: Dad. He looked ragged, dark rings under his eyes, the whites bloodshot, what had happened? You felt the rumblings around you as she spoke, and something in the terrain began to change. You heard what sounded like surging beneath you, almost as if the sound of an ocean lapping against a shore. Was she... producing? A pit began to form in your stomach, as you looked up at captors nipple starting to slowly leak.

You screamed as loud as your lungs allowed, yelling at your father, jumping and waving your arms, but it was no use. At your size, no naked eye could ever make you out.

You sat there, defeated and thought to yourself, "Maybe it won't be so bad. At least I won't be alone anymore."

[karizard-ao3]

Anamnesis Playlist

First of all, I did not at all realize how freaking long this playlist is. 53 tracks! After I deleted some that made no sense that I didn't remember adding or why! Whew!

Anyway, let’s get to it. 

Here is the full playlist. Let me know if you can’t open it. I switched from Spotify to Tidal and I’m not sure how sharing works. Their website says you’ll be able to select any platform to stream on, I am not sure if that’s true.

Song by song breakdown:

Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. Once upon a time while I was in school, I had to make a found footage music video for a song and I chose this one, then paired it with all the most disturbing (but not graphic - this was for school) video clips I could rip from YouTube. Thanks to that, and to other relevant life experiences at the time I made the video, that song took on an ominous feeling to me, and that’s why I used it the way I did in this fic.

I Won’t Say (I’m In Love) from Disney’s Hercules. This song just screams Mikasa in the fic for many reasons: she’s a musical theater nerd and would absolutely insert musical numbers into her daily life if she thought she could get away with it, she wants to be a voice actor, and she cannot admit she has feelings for Eren.

This December by Ricky Montgomery. I didn’t have a specific reason beyond that the vibe was right. It actually doesn’t work for the fic in a lot of ways, when you get right down to it, but it helped get me in the right mood.

Wannabe by the Spice Girls. This is because Eren must brave the gauntlet of Mikasa’s loyal roommates on his quest to win her heart.

Bad Child by Tones and I. This is how Mikasa felt about her family after she was rescued and returned home as a child.

Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen. I like this song. That’s all.

Take Me To Church by Hozier. Eren basically worships Mikasa. And, honestly, so does her freak stalker, but he’s not a true devotee like Eren is. Eren would die for her and kill for her.

Jolene by Dolly Parton. Because Mikasa and Eren both are super insecure about each other’s past relationships/ hookups and think that they are second best.

Just Like Heaven by the Cure. This song reminded me of them because they are both lonely but still in love.

Morph by Twenty-One Pilots. Mikasa struggles to connect with herself ever since what happened to her as a kid. She doesn’t feel like her real self, but she also can’t quite remember who her real self was. To a lesser extent, this is also something Eren struggles with due to his mental health issues.

Overwhelmed (Ryan Mack Remix) by Ryan Mack. This made reminded me of Eren and his panic attacks and the way he will go off the deep end sometimes when he’s not on his medication.

Fallin’ For You by Colbie Caillat. Mikasa once she starts falling for Eren, although she is way more stressed about the fact than this upbeat song makes it seem like.

Snowman by Sia. I mean, they haven’t seen snow in years, but I feel like the cold represents a reprieve for them, for one thing, and I liked the push and pull between eternity and transience in the song. It seemed fitting. Like, “let’s fight to stay together even though the sun is waiting behind the clouds.”

I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry. I think it’s a cute song and I think it suits how Mikasa starts to feel about Eren.

Where Is My Mind? by the Pixies. This reminded me of both Eren and Mikasa. Both of them feel alienated from their own thoughts sometimes, and I feel like they are both trying to find their real selves.

Heather by Conan Gray. Because Mikasa spends a good portion of the fic convinced that Eren was in love with his ex-girlfriend, Heather, and sulking about it.

My Girl by the Temptations. This is another song that gets referenced in the fic. 

redesign by awfultune. This is an Eren song. He wants to be a different, healthier person, but he is the way he is.

Because of You by Kelly Clarkson. It’s not a great match lyrically, but the chorus reminds me of Mikasa’s feelings about [redacted] and the fear she still lives with as a result of what happened when she was nine.

All I Have to Do Is Dream by the Everly Brothers. This is all Armin and his Quantum Zee.

This Magic Moment by Jay & The Americans. I like oldies and I feel like this could totally be Eren’s feelings when he first hooks up with Mikasa, or it can be what Jean is drunkenly thinking when that thing happens at his apartment.

Memory from Cats. Mikasa is a musical nerd and she has dissociative amnesia so she thinks a lot about her past and how she used to be and how she’s changed and how she wants to change again. I feel like a lot of parts of this song would resonate with her. She probably sings it for auditions and stuff.

Miss Wanna Die by JubyPhonic. My kid was really into this song at the time and it ended up on a lot of the playlists I was making at the time. This really has nothing to do with the fic.

Smithereens by twenty one pilots. Eren would try to fight a titan for Mikasa.

idfc by blackbear. This is Eren and Mikasa towards each other when they’re both convinced the other one isn’t that into them. Trying to play it cool, but they’re both total wrecks.

I Wanna Be With You by Mandy Moore. I guess I added this when I was looking up Crush. I don’t remember doing it. I’m going to leave it on, though. It reminds me of watching TRL as a youth.

Crush by Mandy Moore. This is Reiner’s karaoke go-to song.

I Deserve To Bleed by Sushi Soucy. This is yet another Eren song. He hates himself so much and the intrusive thoughts don’t help.

despair by leo. This song is for Mikasa and her fear of commitment and romance.

Broken by Anson Seabra. This might as well be the Anamnesis theme song. Any time I was having a hard time getting into the right mindset, I’d put this on. I feel like it slightly more suits Eren as a character, but it worked for getting into the right space to write either of them. It captures that feeling of being unrecognizable to yourself and feeling worthless because of it.

Just My Imagination (Running Away With Me) by the Temptations. Eren after they first hooked up, when he was thinking he was going to get with Mikasa and live with her happily after only to find out that she doesn’t date.

When He Sees Me from the Waitress musical. This is because Mikasa is a musical theater with commitment issues and a crush on Eren.

die first from Nessa Barrett. Eremika’s private thoughts about each other after they realize their lives are actually in danger.

Only Us from Dear Evan Hansen. Once again, Mikasa is a musical nerd. I wanted to incorporate this into the fic because I felt like it would remind her of Eren, but I couldn’t fit it in in a natural way, so I didn’t. But if Mikasa were to make a playlist of love songs that make her think of Eren, she would put this track on it.

I’ll Have To Say I Love You In a Song by Jay Durias. This version is a cover, but I liked it the most out of all the versions I listened to. Mikasa physically can’t bring herself to say, “I love you” for trauma reasons. This song would also go on her Eren playlist.

The Boogie Monster by Gnarls Barkley. This is another Eren song. He is really enemies with his own self.

Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I feel like this is a very Eremika song in general.

Pancakes for Dinner by Lizzy McAlpine. This is a Mikasa song to me. She really wants to tell Eren how she feels about him, but she has to find other ways to show him how much he means to her.

everything sucks by vaultboy. This feels like an Armin song to me.

broken by lovelytheband. This is Mikasa when Jean was telling her what a psycho Eren is and she instantly became more interested in him. 

Carry On by fun.. I put this one on the playlist because even though the characters in the fic are all dealing with some shit and often feel hopeless, overall they choose to keep going and trying to survive.

 Yesterday (Remastered 2009) by the Beatles. This is a Mikasa-centric song. She misses her old self and how much easier life was and how much happier she was. She doesn’t know how to get it back or what changed, but I think she spends a lot of time longing to go back to how things were.

The Other Side from the Greatest Showman. This song gets referenced by Falco in the fic.

I Think I’m Going to Kill Myself by Elton John. Most of the characters want to die a little bit.

Murder! Murder! by American Murder Song. I think this is self explanatory.

Brave as a Noun by AJJ. This is how Eremika feel about their own mental illnesses and related struggles.

I Can’t Decide by the Scissor Sisters. [Redacted] wouldn’t listen to this song, but I think this is accurate to him. 

Love You Madly by Cake. I think this is kind of a Mikasa song, although she would never say “I want to love you madly.” She does want to keep her feelings in the moment as much as possible and not think about it too deeply.

You Don’t Own Me by Lesley Gore. This is a song for Mikasa as well. It’s kind of her whole thing until she meets Eren.

Numb Little Bug by Em Beihold. Once again, the vibe was right.

Any Other World by MIKA. This is another one of those songs that reminds me of what Mikasa is going through feeling disconnected from her past self. I think that to her the time before what happened to her does feel like a different world and it’s a better one. I mean, that’s one of the reasons why I settled on Anamnesis for a title. It means “The remembering of things from a supposed previous existence.” It alludes to Mikasa’s amnesia, her feelings about her life before her trauma, Armin’s Quantum Zee use, and also a bit the fact that they all do have different lives in the alternate universes (even though those are more like concurrent existences).

Have a Seat, Misery by Shayfer James. Sometimes, you get comfortable with sadness and you start to embrace it. I feel like in some ways Mikasa is afraid to let go of hers.

As the World Caves In by Matt Maltese. There’s no nuclear apocalypse in this fic (beyond it being used as a setting in the hit YouTube sensation Nuclear Picnic) but I think there is a feeling of doom as the fic progresses and things get worse, and all Eremika want as things get shittier and shittier is each other. Whew! That was a project! I’ll get started on Bless This Mess next. If you haven’t yet and think you might want to take a foray into my stab at writing angst, you can read Anamnesis on AO3.

[tanadrin]

apparently the earth is not quite in hydrostatic equilibrium (still rebounding from the last glaciation), nor are venus or mercury (relic from once spinning much more rapidly than they do now). of the mostly-round objects not in hydrostatic equilibrium, the Moon seems like the most dramatic large example--it solidified when tidal effects were much stronger. insert your own "fossil tidal bulge" joke here.

[albi-bumblebee]

instead of tagging stuff talking about platonic relationship with characters as “platonic[insert the actual ship name here]”(platonic prongsfoot for instance) i think we should do what the mcyt fandom does and use “duo”(for instance the shiny duo is for the platonic relationship between youtubers geminitay and pearlescent moon, because those are both shiny things obviously).

The platonic relationship between James and Sirius would be the “inseparable duo.”

The platonic relationship between Remus and Sirius would be the “canine duo.”

The platonic relationship between Lily and Sirius could be the “maroon duo.” (Less sure about that one? If you have better suggestion tell me please)

The platonic relationship between Remus and Regulus would be the “tidal duo”

The platonic relationship between Lily and Mary could be the “tear” duo

i can’t think of any other ones rn but you get the picture

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

My friend! Please send OC lore at your earliest convenience!

Ooo Some Tiddy bits about my self insert Tah'nyem Ra ?

Where to start?

(⚠️TW: These excerpts will reference sex work, exploitation, and abuse! Nothing too graphic or in depth but do proceed with cation!⚠️)

Tah'nyem or as you all know her colloquially "Tahny" is the daughter of gangster and flesh work entrepreneur Nyem'tok Ra. They hail from a planet I created called Ga'hah, you can call them Ga'haiians.

I made my own world to work with cause I'm not actually that well versed in Star Wars Canon and though it safer to make something that can exist in parallel. Ga'hah is a pleasure planet. Tidal locked, it's night side is a tourist hotspot full of casinos, bordellos, a race track and other entertainment based venues. Despite sex work being open on the planet, the atmosphere is generally family friendly, somewhat like modern day Vegas. (More on Ga'hah Here and Here)

A big reason Ga'hah is the way it is was so that Tahny could hail from a culture free of sexual shame. There's no purity culture on Ga'hah and their base relationship model are polycule clans rather than pairing off into couples. Originally. That's where the day half of the planet comes into play.

The Elites of the sun locked city of Sohn are chasers of status and influence. After a long time of trading with The Republic they started to adopt their ideas of power structure. The Sohnese introduced a cass system based on blood purity and started segregating power with political marriages in a more classical "Republic" fashion.

So now you have Tahny. Her father is a full blooded Ga'haiian who worked his way up through the ranks by underhanded means. At face value he's a man of the people. Using bordellos to gain wealth, his exploitation of the working class is disguised behind a veil of mutual benefit- his workers are paid well and are cared for so anyone on the outside looking in is bound to agree. He married a wealthy Coruscanti socialite to further his own influence, making Tah'nyem a half breed.

Half Blooded Sohnese are considered a lower cass, property to be traded and controlled. Tahny is to be bound to the highest bidder at her father's discretion.

She tends to ignore this expectation of hers, living on Coruscant through secondary school she's allowed more freedom than usual.

Nyem'tok took control of the Red Light district on Coruscant using his wife's money and influence. He put Tahny in charge of the club at the top of The Red Spire, known as The Red Crown (Think the Moulin Rouge of Coruscant.) Taking over the club at 18 she's the youngest in the field. To keep the "Ja'hans" in line she's developed a rather ruthless demeanor. The girl is viscous and has inflicted some damage protecting those in her charge.

She's highly trained in the arts of the field. On top of the technical skills of massage and uh...other, she can control her heart rate and body temperature to mimic arousal. She's resistant to Jedi mind tricks and her pain tolerance is abnormally high.

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Tahny is a reflection of my past in the child pageantry industry. No, not sex work, lol, but the parallels are there. On the outside looking in I had a charmed childhood. Ballet, Martial Arts, Horse Back Riding, Vocal and Walking lessons etc etc, but it had it's price. I was a source of income for my family- the cash prizes for pageants and talent shows were major windfalls. I spent most of my childhood practicing "Or else!"

With my activities and neurodivergence I didn't socialize with other children much. We moved around a lot and it sort of affected my ability to connect to others.

Tahny shares my discomfort, in a position of being on the outside looking in, unable to relate to others since our life experiences are so different. The experience of loving a parent that only saw their child as a means to an end. She has commitment issues, attachment issues and can be a little manic when faced with her own weaknesses.

Her pairing with Crosshair plays off of their architypes of gendered servitude. For more on that see their Clone X Oc Week intro.

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Thanks for asking and sorry if that's darker than expected. Check out the links for more info! I do plan on writing more on Ga'hah since I've left it open for others to use. Let me know if you have any follow up questions!

[vampicarus]

Wow! 11 followers! This is going better than I expected! (also is tHAT A COUNT ELLEVEN RE—💥💥💥)

Anyways, I’ve come to post more art teehee. The rest of illustrations I did for the actual Jashtober :]

- Day 1. Single.

(this is one was made on a mini sketch book that’s about the size of my phone while I was on a car. I didn’t like it much, since I feel like this doesn’t look like CJ at all, but Mr. Jash did like it… which surprised me a lot.)

- Day 2. Astral.

(This one was made in a rush. I was running out of time since I had procrastinated all day long, so I threw together whatever came to my head first. Don’t like it much as well.)

- Day 6. Forest.

(This is. By far. The best drawing I’ve made for Jashtober. I loved how it turned out and, even if setting it on fire was a risky move, the photos/video I took of it came out awesome! Post-burning, he [somehow] got a hole in his head?? Which kinda bummed me, but still. Easily one of the best art I’ve done.)

- Days 8+9. Tidal+Crusin’

(Not much commentary on this one since it was kind of made on the spot. I liked it a lot too, but it’s not on the top three lmao. Mr Jash also liked this one :])

- Day 10. Apathy.

(I sketched this one on my mom’s work. Technically speaking, this piece can be considered as vent art since it was made in a time in which I was under a LOT of stress.)

Day 14. Reflection.

(Insert an Abnormality Dancin’ Girl reference here. Not much to say apart from that. Oh and Mr Jash liked it too.)

Day(s) 16 + 23. Hindsight + Flames.

(This one went wrong in all the bad ways. I was supposed to burn paper under the art, but it all went to hell once a particularly bigger piece of paper transferred its flames to the art. However, this turned out SICK. And Mr Jash liked this one too teehee.)

- Day 19. Savages.

(Silly, lazy art, referencing the original music video by That Handsome Devil. I recorded a Timelapse of this one! Should I post it over here?)

And, finally

Day 20. Crowned.

(Insert an Above and Beyond [by RIProducer] reference here. Latest piece, literally finished while I’m on a small vacation with my family. They all liked it very much! Hope you do too :} )

[spillthebea]

okay, we need to discuss

i know that people see the lyrics: When does a man become a monster? from I'm Just a Man (Epic the Musical) and think of Remus but WRONG! IT'S PETER! PETAAAAAH

when does a comet become a meteor (lily) when does a candle become a blaze? (sirius) when does a man become a monster (peter) when does a ripple become a tidal wave? (james) when does the reason become the blame? (remus)

and see, it goes perfectly with the reprise!

when does a candle become a blaze? Forgive me

it's sirius asking for forgiveness for Halloween

when does a man become a monster? Forgive me. I am just a man

IT'S PETER ASKING FOR FORGIVENESS FOR BETRAYING THEM AND BEING JUST A MAN, A COWARD IDIOT LITTLE RAT OF A MAN! PETAAAAHHHH

*insert here meme of an astronaut watching earth saying "wait, it's just Peter?" while on gunpoint by another one that says "Always has been"*

[endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus]

[Headcannons] A Day At The Beach w/ The Ghouls & Ghoulettes

Cutesy lil fluffy thoughts that came to me at 3 am about my favorite band.

Thank you to my writing muse and fabulous goddess @sink-me-in-your-ocean for always proofreading my docs.

Bone apple teet (-‿◦☀)

ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕟

bolts straight for the ocean, manically laughing - he very delulu but so stinking cute

wears fish themed swim trunks with matching fishy arm floaties

anyone who dares enter his domain is in for quite the surprise…

he pretends to be a shark

playfully gnaws on your ankles under the water before yanking on your leg and pulling you under

finds pretty seashells and gifts them to you with the most heart warming smile

“Rain! Its time to leave! Lets go!” you annoyingly yelled into the void of the blue ocean, knowing for damn sure he heard you.

In the distance you spot a gray blob emerging from the surface of the water, “NO!” the voice echoed back to shore before disappearing once again.

…

The car ride home, Rain was sitting in the back row curled up in a ball, tears silently flowing down his cheeks as he aimlessly stared out the window. *insert Summertime Sadness by Lana del Rey*

You roll your eyes as you catch a glimpse of him in the rear view mirror, shaking your head in disbelief, he is such a drama queen…

𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟

he’s here for the good vibes and shade

paints a thick coat of sunscreen from head to toe

lounges under the umbrella with a paperback book of Twilight

ends up falling asleep within 20 minutes

could honestly sleep for eternity

In a hushed whisper, “M-mountain?”, you gently nudge his shoulder, attempting to awake him so you can pack up the car and leave.

No response.

Anxiety slowly creeps in, i-is he dead?

His neck is exposed and you take two fingers to take his pulse, as soon as you make contact he jolts awake, both of you screaming. Him with a high-pitched shriek of fear and you in shock that he’s alive.

“I thought you were a vampire!” he hysterically gasped.

𝔻𝕖𝕨𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡

hates despises water with a fiery passion (don’t get me started when it's time for him to bathe)

he made it his mission to dig the largest hole possible beside Phantom and Swiss who were on their separate crusade to construct the most glorious sand castle

starts clawing at the sand like a deranged dog, kicking the small particles in Phantom and Swiss’s face

gets scolded and growls at them before repositioning himself the other way

happily zens out in his proudly accomplished hole

doesn’t realize the high tide was coming in as the day went on, causing the shoreline to sneak in closer and closer

A small stream of water trickled into his territory but he ignored it, not thinking much of it at all and resumed his rest, leaning up against the high wall with his arms crossed. Dozing off after a laborious work day.

SWOOSH! A huge tidal wave of water crashed in, submerging him in salty depths, ultimately scaring him. He yelped and frantically tried to climb out of the overflowing pit. You rushed over to rescue him, pulling him up, his body shivering from the frigid temperature.

Once he secured his bearings within your arms, he angrily turned back to see the catastrophic wreckage. Madness ensued - every hair in his small figure shooting straight up and his tail viscously whipping side to side, creating dents in the soft sand.

Oh, he big mad.

This wasn’t the first time he’s lost his cool and most certainly will not be the last. He aggressively launched himself towards the evil aqua, nothing but pure rage fueling his very fiber. You swiftly caught him by the waist, wrapping your arms around him and digging your heels into the ground for proper anchorage.

He violently hissed and swatted his arms about like a mad man, you held onto him for dear life, shouting, “Dewdrop! Stop it!” over the savage snarling and profanity spewing out of his tiny mouth.

(home boy really thought he could physically throw hands with water).

ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞 & 𝕊𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕤

true definition of bromance

begged and pleaded for you to buy them the “Super Duper Crazy Mega Plastic Sand Castle” building kit (as advertised on TV). Equipped with every tool in the shed to assemble the perfect castle of your dreams!

they damn well knew how to abuse their power of sad puppy dog eyes and pouting lips

so of course you caved into their ridiculous yet adorable request

They scouted the vast sandy land, personal privateers carrying out the Dark Lord’s decree. Dewdrop tagged along behind them as they paced back and forth in this vigorous expedition for the “perfect spot” to declare ownership.

Swiss grunted in annoyance, “That’s too far of a walk from the water, we need it to dampen the sand.”

Phantom sighed, pointing to the area Swiss had fallen in love with, “The rocks are going to get in the way, it's too close.”

The two continued to butt heads, both equally stubborn and childish.

Dewdrop stood in the middle of them, his head whipping between who was speaking. Bored with the endless bickering, he plopped down on the cushiony sand, tracing a phallic symbol in the pale dirt, “What about right here?”

They exchanged a mischievous look with one another, mirroring a brow raise at the fascinating offer. In unison they shouted, leaping in the air to tackle down poor little Dewdrop.

“LAND HO!”

𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖

fashioning the cutest teeny, weeny, polka dot bikini

sprawled out her towel on the pillowy ground and laid facing down

basking in the sun's scorching hot rays

much like a cat, she loved to lounge in the sun any chance she got

its ultraviolet rays recharging her energy- utter bliss

She stretched her limbs far out as she could before turning over to roast the front of her body, exhaling a deep yawn and placing large rounded shades over her eyes.

Her face scrunched in frustration at the commotion coming from Phantom, Swiss and Dewdrop hooting and hollering - it was disturbing her well deserved me time and she will not have them ruin it!

She propped up on her elbows, lowering the shades to the tip of her nose to gander at what the fuck was going on, “Aye!”, she roared loud enough for everyone within a mile radius to hear, “Shut up over there! I’m trying to relax!”

All three immediately stopped to stare at her with wide, fearful expressions, knowing from past experience she would definitely give em a good bop on the head for pissing her off.

In a stink eye glaring standoff with the Ghouls, she slowly pushed up the frame of her sunglasses -not breaking contact- to re-cover her eyes and reclined backwards to lay.

“Idiots…” she muttered to herself.

ℂ𝕦𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕤 & ℂ𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕤

life of the party

verybody wants to be em or fuck em

baddest bitches

matching skull patterned bikinis and fancy floppy hats

love checking out the locale mom and pop shops lined up along the beach

buys trinkets/souvenirs for the other Ghouls

*insert shopping spree montage*

The ultra plush sand squished and practically swallowed their feet as they struggled to walk back to the group, hands full of bags from the shopping haul that they kindly charged to Papa’s credit card.

After settling in at basecamp, they began to unload the many items from chic clothing pieces to varying sizes of memorability that were neatly bound in gift wrap and topped with a colorful bow.

Cirrus used her thumb and pointer finger to whistle, calling the unruly herd to gather. The Ghouls' faces lit up in excitement as they sprinted to welcome the Ghoulettes. As Cirrus distributed the presents, Cumulus unboxed a package of ice cream sandwiches, letting each individual Ghoul pick out a flavor as they approached.

Today was a great day for the beach.

[dilatorywriting]

Hello hello! So! For ages now whenever I deign to check this blog's following while I'm in the middle of hunting pornbot accounts with my internet shotgun, I'll see I hit a milestone and go, oh! Wow! What nice people! I should do something!

And then never do lol

But! THIS time, we're going for it. So thank you to all 4.3k of you for somehow finding my nonsense enjoyable enough not to block me outright. Happy to have you here.

Details Below!~

[Requests are now CLOSED! Thank you, everyone!]

RULES & INFO

❖ Posts will go up starting Saturday the 16th of September and run through Sunday the 17th of September, but requests will open as of today so I can start working on them!

❖ Feel free to send in your request under your account or as an anon, however, I do recognize you all! Especially the people who interact regularly! So if you use your account there's a higher likelihood I'll pick one of your prompts to do

❖ I'm going to write as many as I can! However, I foresee a tidal wave of incoming prompts in my future. So prompts that I like best with characters I like best (y'all know which ones by now lol), will most likely get priority. But, as above, I will try to give my regulars first priority

➢ I'm going to be using @a-cure-for-writers-block's 100 Dialogue Prompts to Make a Reader Swoon for the requests! We're going heartwarming and gooey here, folks, because y'all deserve it

➢ Please make sure to include the prompt number or the prompt itself and the character you'd like. You can ask for any of my OCs as well (ex. Stefan and Rielle from the Heroes v Villains series, etc). Please only send in one prompt at a time!

➢ Requests are going to be for Reader-Inserts as per usual, but feel free to specify a few lil personal details if you'd like them (personality traits, backgrounds, etc.). Generally, I'm hoping to do mostly gender-neutral readers as per usual, just so everyone can partake. But if there's a prompt that only seems to work one way, I'm happy to write it.

➢ Some of the prompts can be a little spicy, and I'm happy to include them and their ensuing smoot. Please specify specifically if you would like such content, because otherwise I will default to no.

See you Saturday!~

[cartoonedin]

new records

summary: Sophia goes to the library; little good comes from it. 

word count: 1,100

Here’s the thing about Unicorn Academy: Sophia can bring her horse to class, but she still has to bring herself to class, and at the end of the long, exhausting school day, she could bring a unicorn and a gold-egg-laying goose and a living, breathing, bad-joke-slinging dad to class and ruin her life by recess. So, yeah, she digs the Unicorn part of her new life loads more than the Academy part. Burn her at the stake or whatever. Really, her old school would’ve seen the number of commas in that first sentence and slapped an A+ on top no matter what random riding anecdotes and primitive pleonasms followed. Here, however, students learn about fantastical animals and much less fantastic battles, and instead of just letting them trot round the island and pass whoever doesn’t come back cremated, they need to prove they’ve really learned about the Dwerpin Treaty of Insert-Four-Digits-Here with a presentation. You can scream now.

Done screaming? She isn’t. 

The library’s great. The outside’s just better. Maybe she’d have cobbled together an acceptable union of proper nouns and quotes from eyewitnesses of eyewitnesses earlier if Layla hadn’t gone milk-carton-level missing and raided her room for every piece of paper with words that could, in some way, in some universe, be used for the presentation. Yes, maybe she should’ve gotten Layla a paper bag to help her breathe after they got the assignment, but it’s not like Wildstar has time magic, so stay on her side until further notice, please. Now, she has to deal with bookshelves that bound floor to ceiling, books so big they’re probably home to a bunch of new spider species, and a librarian she wouldn’t trust to stay awake for her five-minute presentation. Then again, does she trust herself to stay awake for her five-minute presentation?

His unicorn notices her before he does. She eyes Sophia warily, but eventually deems her important and/or pitiful enough to warrant snorting in the librarian’s face.

“H–uh? Ah! Hel–Hello there.” Sprouthead has the decency to straighten in his chair. Neither neither action adds much gravitas. “Miss Mendoza. What a pleasant surprise.”

“Hey, Mister…” She bites her lip. It’s not that she forgets names on purpose; she just unconsciously erases them when she thinks the people they’re attached to are irrelevant or irritating or both. Which kind of sounds worse, now that she thinks about it, but it’s not what she’s supposed to be thinking about, so she shoves it to the back of her well-dented head with other useless ideas like guilt and acceptance. What was it? Tacky? Tanner? Tanzania? “Tansy.”

“It isn’t very often I see anyone here so soon after dinner.” And maybe he’d see more people if he stopped sleeping on the job. That sounds even worse. A new record! “Do you need some assistance finding, er, whatever it is you’re looking for? Leviora can aid you with the higher shelves, should you find the ladder too munched-on by those pesky fluffhoppers to be functional.”

“No thanks.”

“Oh, uh, you wouldn’t mind if I put on some music, would you? I know, it’s quite the example of situational irony, the librarian needing white noise to work, but Leviora and I just can’t concentrate on cleaning without this record.” He manifests a magnificently dusty record sleeve with some grungy artwork below all that dirt and places it on a majestically rusty gramophone. “I will be putting the periodicals in their place if you need me.”

“Sure.” She shuffles over to what’s probably the History section, entirely sure she’ll be bored to death before she finds a good reference.

The song doesn’t so much start as it does blast in her ears like a fireball. It’s heavy and earthy and scratchy, shaking the ground, drenching the air. The sound is bone-crunching, the vocals existing in the blessed superposition between canorous screams and tidal neighs. Its melody soars, its percussion shatters, and its lyrics… are  somewhere under the sheer artistry.

(This is the same music Mister Tansy is happily tap dancing to. Layla would not question this.)

The search for primary sources (and Layla, she guesses) is so still on, okay? But the music is just so much more moving. So moving, in fact, that Sophia returns to the reception desk with as many books as she entered with in a desperate bid to glimpse the artist’s name in the middle of the spinning plastic disc.

Fairy Outkasts. 

The song’s over. Her life could be, too, and she’d be fine with it. Mister Tansy comes back around to his table, engaging his unicorn in conversation that could be about the fate of the universe’s magic or a tiny obstacle to Sophia discovering the first artist she’ll mention when she has another dream about winning a Grammy. Tomato, potato. Sophia clears her throat.

“I don’t know this band.” Because, obviously, Sophia has the best taste in the world and she’s heard every good band to ever exist with the sole exception of this very singular one. Such is the way of the fourteen-year-old girl who got an iPod too early.

“Ah, well, their discography is on the slimmer side and I do believe they split up soon after graduation, but what the Fairies left us with is more than enough for a night rocking out on the town, wouldn’t you say?” Mister Tansy says. Sophia says nothing. “You–yes, you see, or you hear, rather, given that would be in our best interest to keep anything with specifics related to Unicorn Island on Unicorn Island, artistically inclined students are allowed–encouraged, even–to keep works with such content here for archival. The lyrics of this piece are–well, we never managed to decipher them, but the incorporation of unicorn vocalizations and natural ambience throughout the passages are a balm to the ears.”

“Yeah.” She scours the tomes left on the floor for all of one more second before deciding any book with frayed edges and a Dwerpin somewhere on the cover should do. Now, that’s criteria that lends itself to good results. Strictly for now, anyways.

Mister Tansy collapses in his chair once more. “They’re all dead now, of course. Alongside the industry of vinyl records.”

“Yeah.” Sophia places the book on his desk, suddenly becoming aware of its weight as the song draws to a distorted end. “I, uh, I found what I was looking for.”

“Can I expect to see you in the library more often?” Mister Tansy asks her after she’s signed her name on the borrowing form. Not neatly. “Preferably during office hours?”

Sophia smiles. “Hard maybe.”

[spacetimesally]

Hello and good day. If I may, for a moment, perhaps entice you with a musical recommendation. This is out and available (in some places) today- music from Purgatory Travel Guide. This is where the music comes from for Spacetime Sally and The Field Trip Gang.

The album is 'Last Tour of the Day' and you can check out tracks here on this preview page (your adblocker probably won't allow it, but it's just a preview page from Spotify/Distrokid).

Purgatory Travel Guide - Last Tour of the Day available on Spotify, iHeartRadio, others to come soon (Amazon, Apple, Deezer, Pandora, Tidal, more)

I've attempted inserting tracks through tumblr's system below. If you can see them below, success. If you see nothing below this text, just move along with your life.

... 'Southern Eternal Tube' above, and 'Voyage Voyeur' below ...

... 'Changes Over Time'

[seven-circlllxs]

Hell's Hottest Hearts

💕 Barbie 💕

This was not the first time that Barbie had stumbled ass-backward into a job, and given her fucking luck, it sure as shit wouldn't be the last. She had been given the very glamorous task (insert eye roll) of taking the coats from the check and arranging them by last initial on the coat rack in one of the biggest fucking closet spaces she had ever seen.

Which meant she was alphabetizing the coats of rich bitches by herself in a room where nobody could see her.

Her tail twitched impatiently as she heard her father's disembodied croaking rattle around her skull, a little sliver of advice(?) he'd shared with her as an impling.

A little off the top won't hurt 'em, Barbie-Girl..

Most of the fuckers coming in had more money than they knew what to do with, losing a twenty or two would be chump change. Plus she still was doing the job given to her.

All that changed was how long her hands stayed near the coat pockets, and even then, it would be damn hard to really catch her.

And she hadn't been caught before..

Once the tidal wave of coats had finally calmed down to a trickle of stray garments here and there, she began step two of her plan.

She borrowed three sheer scarves off of the coat racks, two in complimenting shades of purples, and a sort of night-sky looking one with little sparkles in the fabric. Barbie made quick work tying the purple ones together as a braided belt which she tied loosely around her waist, accenting the skinny black dress she'd slept in for two days with a bit of billow. She draped the navy-sky scarf over her shoulders and, with a satisfied little twirl in the coat hall mirror, she strutted out into the main club, grabbed up a tray of passable hors d'oeuvres, tail swishing to and fro as she started to inspect who all had come to the swankiest fuck-club in town to bid on hotties..

[kisari-v]

Current Projects

Like, Even though I'm not really consistent on any of them yet I might as well have them down, they're beginning to get to a lot lol

"Insert Name Here"

(Whatever I decide to Finally Call the Project Between Kylie and Chase lol)

Tidal Waves

(the mermaid one that was originally a crack spinoff mermaid au base on a weid dream I had with Kylie and Chase as the parents that accidentally turned into it's own thing whoops. I still need to steady the canon of this story tho)

The Manic Pixie Dream Deal

(the one that was also originally a crack idea of a manic pixie dream girl and the emo fairy prince from tfota meeting and becoming friends from aesthetic mistaken identities)

The Ice Cream Social

(The Idea I'll sell if I ever get the chance where all the characters are based off of Ice cream flavors like strawberry shortcake but the story line is actually about a depressed girl trying to explain the situation with her friends by using ice cream pseudonyms as their names since they all meet up together at the local ice cream parlor)

[snuggle-fangs]

Safe Space

My F/Os x Self Insert Reader.

[I've had a really rough day and my entire mood has took a full nose dive as my anxiety and depression is overtaking me. I'm thankful that my beloved F/Os are here, I need the warmth and comfort they bring🥺]

The sky opened up above the heads of the people out and about, rain lashing down upon anyone who was brave enough or if you love the rain to stay out in this weather. Those who wore their best hardy raincoat and carried a sturdy umbrella were not deterred by the downpour. Those who forgot theirs could be seen dashing about the streets, pulling up their hoodies or best business jackets in an attempt to stay dry while some used newspapers or magazines.

I, on the other hand carried no umbrella nor newspaper. I had a good coat on me, but I didn't bother to pull up the hood to shield my already soaked hair from the rain, I just walked on through the streets of London, my mind far away and yet I was still coherent enough to dodge passers-by who were seeking shelter from the weather. I passed through crowds of people by the bus stop with unnatural ease, as if I was a wayward spirit just passing through people, no one saw me and if they did happen to look at me they paid me no heed and looked the other way.

Was I one of those rain loving few, braving the downpour? To be truthfully honest, I don't mind the rain but I would still dress appropriately and take care not to get wet. So why was I walking around in torrential rain without the hood of the coat pulled up?

Today I had some family relatives visiting me from my home country, just across the pond. They were staying at a local hotel and wanted to meet me. I happily obliged, even took my beloveds along to get acquainted. Everything was going very well honestly, hell we even took them to see some museums and even to see Buckingham Palace. Everything was going so well. Until today.

I went alone to have breakfast with them at one of the diners. Alfie and Thomas were away attending to business while Danny was called away to help in the planning of the next big score with Mickey and the gang. I didn't mind, seeing as my family got familiar with my sweethearts for the last 5 days and would understand why they weren't with me today. So I went alone to have breakfast with the family. Things started off smoothly, until I said I couldn't come visit them back at home next weekend because I would be away in Scotland with my beloveds for a little holiday of sorts.

The table had fallen very silent, until my Aunt spoke. "What about after your holiday?" Asked my Aunt. I informed them that I couldn't either because I would back working and I already had a few times off because of a wedding and a friend's birthday party, I couldn't dare ask my boss for another off day. He'd been generous enough already, me and him are on very good terms. Besides, I had a friend's wedding coming up and there was girls getaway to Wales too coming up. I couldn't make it, I'd be too exhausted.

After telling them this, my Aunt started and soon the whole table erupted into chaos. It sounded like a room full of politicians, one side calling me out as "too busy for family" "shouldn't have moved to another country" "selfish" and "loves her men more than time with the family" and the other side defending me, saying "it's her life" "she'll visit when she has time" "her boys have been kind to us for showing us around London" and "you always start this Aunt!". I tried to get them to quieten down as we were in public and people who were already trying to have a peaceful breakfast were staring at the table, a mix of curiosity, disgust and sympathy.

I was so overwhelmed and so mortified by the behaviour, I just got up, said my goodbyes and left. Some of the family members called after me, some shouted insults and jeers. My anxiety was on overdrive, followed by the tidal wave of depression already washing over as I made my way back to the flat that I shared with my beloved Brits.

I eventually reached the street where our flat was. The sky had darkened so much some houses and flats had lights on inside. I saw the soft, orange glow of light inside the flat as I walked up to the door. My zombie walk home in the cold rain had numbed my legs that moving made it feel uncomfortable, especially in my knees. My fingers were ice cold as I opened the door and walked inside, a blast of warmth welcoming me as I closed the door and called out to one of my boys. One of them had to be home because the lights were on inside and so was the heat.

"I'm upstairs love! Hang on I'm coming down!" Cried the voice of Danny Blue. I began hanging up my coat as Danny came downstairs, followed by the dogs. I gave him a soft smile though it felt like I was forcing it. Danny took in the sight of me, drenched to the bone except for my shirt which was dry as it was covered by my coat, except for my legs, hands, face and hair.

"Don't tell me you walked home through that flood out there! Were the taxis busy or something?" Asked Danny. I shook my head.

"No. I just....I just didn't feel like calling a taxi. So yeah, I walked home" I Said softly, desperately wishing the crack in my voice away. I could feel the tears welling up as fought against the urge to cry. Danny's face was full of concern as he moved closer to me, he placed a hand on my shoulder and I slowly turned to him, face hidden by some of my hair.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?" Asked Danny as he brushed away the hair from my face, taking in my watery eyes. "Oh love, what happened?" Asked Danny, concern in his voice. I sniffled, trying to will my voice to be strong, instead it came out meek and teary.

"Some of my relatives they....they weren't happy with me not going to visit them...I told them I was busy...so much stuff coming up I thought.....I thought they'd understand.....but....but" I Whimpered tearfully before letting out a choked sob as Danny pulled me into a hug. I buried my face into his chest and cried. Danny held on to me, holding me close and tight.

In between the sobs I told the story and how nasty they got. I told him that some family members did stand up for me but the vile words and insults thrown at me as I left was what hurt me most of all. Danny listened intently, he could feel his anger bubbling.

"How dare they turn around and say those things?! After we took them out to museums, a nice day in the park for lunch and even treated them a nice dinner and then turn around and say those things behind our backs! And insulting our little dove? One things for sure, Alfie and Tommy are not going be happy about this" Thought Danny as he rubbed soothing circles on my back, calming me and bringing me back.

"Let's get you out of those wet clothes and into something warm love. I'll put the kettle on, have a nice cup of tea and then it's on to some pampering for you" Said Danny, placing a kiss on my forehead. The gesture made me smile a little. As I went upstairs, Danny said something that made me giggle a little.

"Alfie and Tommy will definitely blow their top about this though! Please help me hold them back!" Said Danny, grinning. I giggled and promised I will try.

I dressed into some cute, fluffy Cinnamonroll pjs and got my Pusheen slippers on. The feeling of the soft fleece around me made me feel just that little more better while also easing away the icy thorns of hurt on my heart that little bit.

I made my way downstairs to the living room where our dogs Scooter, Moonbeam and Cyril were curled up next to the fire. My cat Princess sat upon her cat perch Thomas got her last Christmas, taking one of her usual cat naps, somewhat thankful for the bad weather as it meant I couldn't take her for a walk. I sat down on the sofa, Danny was in the kitchen making the tea.

"Tommy called five minutes ago. He said he's on his way home with Alfie. Two sugars love?" Asked Danny.

"Yes Danny thank you" I Replied smiling softly. I curled myself up, wondering how Thomas and Alfie will react. But I wouldn't blame them if they got angry with my family relatives. Thomas was a gentleman with them, offering to pay for meals and even booked the tours of the museums. Alfie was very welcoming and acted like a tour guide, showing them the best spots to eat and the sights. And Danny was a loveable and always cracking jokes, making my uncles laugh and even playing billiards or darts with them at the pub. My boys were perfect gentlemen.

The sadness crept up on me as the door to our flat opened and in walked Alfie and Thomas. I didn't hear their car come up outside, I was so lost in my own racing mind. The two walked in and already Thomas felt something was off, especially when he saw the sadness in my eyes.

"What's happened?" Asked Thomas concerned. When Danny served our tea the boys sat down and I told them everything. Thomas was quiet along with Alfie but you could tell he was getting angry. Alfie just listened intently, though you couldn't tell he was angry but you could imagine the cogs moving in his head. Danny sat, glancing between Thomas quietly fuming with anger and Alfie silently thinking of some harsh words for some of the toxic members of my family.

I explained to them that some of my family members stood up for me but my uncles, two cousins and aunt were the ones that started and were the toxic ones. After I told my story, I awaited their thoughts on the matter.

"How dare they, fucking say those things to you. How dare they! I have a mind to go to the hotel and call them out on their shit" Said Thomas gritting his teeth.

"Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I'm prioritising my work too much. And I've been out a lot with friends, I mean there's a wedding coming up along with a girls getaway trip to Wales. Maybe I should just cancel, hopefully I can get my boss to give me some time off" I Said softly, tears welling up again as I heard my inner critic yelling at me, echoing the words my aunt called me as I left the diner.

"You're a real selfish bitch!"

Alfie cleared his throat and spoke. "No 'ove. You are not at fault. You are a hard worker. You are diligent and very reliable, always ready to lend a hand and your boss knows this. That's why you and him are on good terms" Said Alfie.

"Yeah we even got invited to dinner with his family" Said Danny grinning. Alfie nodded and continued.

"And don't listen to the critic you got inside your head, right? Don't go cancelling plans just so you can please those brain dead fuckers that don't appreciate you. They are jealous of how far you've come and how well you're doing" Said Alfie. I smiled and nodded. Alfie's words were true. Thomas came over and pressed a kiss to my hand.

"You are better than them love" Said Thomas softly. I sniffled and nodded.

"I am. Thank you boys. Thank you so much" I Said smiling tearfully as my three Brits embraced me in a big, loving hug that I melted into. Feeling safe and loved.

That evening Thomas ordered some takeout for us. A large pepperoni pizza, 3 burgers, a bag of chicken tenders, chips, a pot of curry sauce and garlic sauce and a large coke. We curled up together on the couch, Alfie had got me down a few of my Squishmallows to hold since it was comforting to me. We were binge watching some "Faulty Towers" and episodes of "Murder Maps".

Here I was, held and cuddled by my three lovely Brits, snuggled with Ronnie the cow Squishmallow, good food and tv surrounded by our furry pets in our warm, cosy little London flat on a rainy night. No more bad thoughts, no worries. Just the feeling loved and protected, a safe place.

Hope you enjoyed the story and I was glad to write it as it made me feel better❤️ I do apologise for it being long though😅 Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. Have a lovely day❤️👍

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