#itty bitty is perfectly safe

[zorphie]

this is where i go to yap about my ocs fr... hi chat im back in the fucking building again

ok anywayyyy for awhile ive been working on how erin and quinn's magic affects them (in the nicest way possible they are not normal) so here are some of my coherent thoughts under the cut , as scs bc i am too lazy to turn it into a text post oops

[not-a-birb]

PLEASE be normal about neil newbon on his discord and twitch oh my gosh. it’s unbearable in there

[tarysande]

ADHD

I had ADHD for over thirty years before it was diagnosed, and part of the reason why it took so long is because a few specific things absolutely did not resonate with me. At all. And I saw them listed as "symptoms" of ADHD ALL THE TIME.

So, I thought I'd write up a quick list in case it helps someone else out there see past the stereotypes that are too often used as diagnostics.

ADHDers struggle with reading/words/speech etc.

ADHDers have a history of poor grades or attention at school.

ADHDers have a history of drug and/or alcohol abuse.

ADHDers can't sit still.

And how did I differ?

I read constantly. In fact, one might say I HYPERFOCUS on reading. I would rather read information than listen to it. (Reason #1 that I just can't get into podcasts!) The problem has never been reading--it's stopping reading. I'm a professional writer and editor with a background in acting. Words have never been a problem. Do some ADHDers struggle with words? Hell, yeah. Do ALL ADHDers struggle with words? Nope. Not even close. (PS: A lot of ADHDers who struggle with words may actually also have other learning struggles, such as dyslexia. ADHD loooooves a comorbidity!)

This is still SUCH a persistent myth. Even the psychologist who diagnosed me was hesitant because I had stellar grades all through my education. The more research they do, however, the more they realize that other things (autism, giftedness, etc.) can actually mask or mitigate the "typical" symptoms of ADHD that lead to it being diagnosed at school. And if you're an ADHDer who, say, hyperfocuses on learning (because it's cool! and you learn new things all the time!), or who has developed extremely effective coping mechanisms (perfectionism, people-pleasing, etc.), or who deliberately sticks to "safe" subjects to avoid challenge and possible failure, grades are NOT a good measure of ADHD. (Look into what it means to be "twice exceptional"--you may find a list of traits that resonates a lot more!)

ADHDers are out there looking for anything that'll give them a dopamine hit. Boredom is deadly. And the mix of novelty-seeking and low inhibition can often result in risky behavior. However, this can manifest in many, many ways. Drugs, alcohol, sexual partners? None of that was relevant to me. Spending, however? Especially spending money I didn't have on things I didn't need just to feel that itty bitty thrill of OOH SOMETHING NEW! ... yeah, that was a real problem. But not one I usually saw on those symptom lists, even though ADHD+finances can result in HUGE and life-altering problems.

Even bearing in mind that there are different presentations of ADHD--and that inattentive is one of them--ADHD does NOT always present as physical restlessness. Often, mental restlessness--racing thoughts, daydreaming, distractability, inability to "turn off your brain" to get enough sleep--slips through the diagnostic cracks and can be FAR more disruptive to one's health and happiness. And, again, many ADHDers develop coping mechanisms that can end up being very unhealthy or unsustainable in the long term. (I keep my ADHD in my thumb, for example. I can be perfectly still for a long, long time. However, my right thumb fidgets almost constantly. It's weird. Now that I've noticed it, I can't unsee it.)

I guess what I'm saying is ... nothing is set in stone where ADHD is concerned, so don't be afraid to dig deeper, especially if some aspects hit hard. Exploration is a good thing. Questioning is a good thing.

[wolven91]

Human Guardian - One Size Fits All

Jon's radio crackled to life on his hip.

"Jon, can you get across to the 'Emmalis' sector please. We have an urgent escort request." Came dispatch's dispassionate and clinical tone.

The human grunted as he lifted with his knees to put the box that he was running inventory on, back onto the shelf where it belonged. With it safely secured he grabbed for the radio and thumbed the button for him to speak.

"Jon confirms, heading to Emmalis now."

"Acknowledged" Came the immediate reply.

He returned the radio to his hip and began a swift march to the part of the station which hosted the shorter alien delegates. It had been a busy week, it felt like every race had turned up all at once and realistically it wasn't far off the mark to say that. It was the first time since the circus when Jon had first passed the Guardian Initiative selection process that it had been this busy.

Apparently there was a summit of some kind coming up and with the impressive range of creatures appearing on station, both great and small, Jon ,like his colleagues was being run ragged. Most Guardian work wasn't actually being dedicated to a single person. At least, not for a Guardian who stayed on one station. Jon's role was to just being a helpful, welcoming presence. If there was a job to do that helped the station, he was there for it.

He smiled, nodded, waved or gave short cheerful banter to the other aliens he passed on his way. Most wore the similar blue and yellow jumpsuits of Guardians, or the grey and white of maintenance. These corridors being off limits to other creatures that weren't part of the station's staff. Plenty of vulnerable points in these sections, unwise to let crowds of people into the access corridors.

The access corridors ran to every corner of the station, regardless of who's sector it was or which race occupied those quarters. Staff would always be able to reach a delegate or guest in rapid time compared to those who had to use the more formal and fancy public walkways. The warren of tunnels weren't a secret, but like the 'Disneyland' of old, they weren't readily acknowledged by station as a whole. It was easier to just be as unobtrusive as one could be while playing host to the other races.

As Jon reached the 'Emmalis' sector, the half of the station that hosted much smaller races than the majority, he slipped on his 'Escort Harness' and showed his security card to the reader.

As he waited for approval and when his harness secured, he grabbed at his radio and thumbed the button again.

"Jon at Emmalis Sector, Subdoor 'Itty bitty'."

"Acknowledged. Stop calling it 'Itty Bitty', it's the 'Ikit Bitaris' entrance." Came a different voice from the radio, but none-the-less as formal as the last.

The light flicked from red to green and the bulkhead's bolt snapped open allowing Jon to walk through the door and into the 'airlock' checkpoint. A glass booth with a canid guard sat at a desk gave him a courtesy glance before allowing him to step forward.

"Mornin' Jon." The guard drawled. "You got a delegate needing to get to the council room early, 'parently it's urgent."

Jon nodded and shrugged.

"That's fine, are they ready to go?"

"Yeah, 'got their whiskers in a twist so don't wait around."

Jon stepped through the now open sliding door to see a pair of chintians waiting together on a raised platform. Chintians were one foot tall, furred or even spined mammalians. They reminded Jon of meerkats or perhaps chinchillas? Or some demented mixer of the two. The human gave a mental shrug. All the races could be compared to old Earth fauna, but you'd think yourself mad as none of them ever fit the mould 'perfectly'. There was always too many differences to say, 'you are a bipedal X'. Christ the taurians looked like cows and bulls but were carnivorous! Ever seen a cow with a set of teeth that would be better suited to a shark? It causes the mind to lurch.

The two chintians had delegate badges pinned to their belts and turned to the human as he passed through the checkpoint. As Jon stepped up, he turned his back on the delegate and stood still. This was all protocol, they had done this before and so had he.

The two chintians clambered up onto the various hand and foot holds of the harness that Jon wore and settled themselves.

Jon waited a moment before stepping away from the platform, at first taking practised care not to go too fast or jostle the harness that had countless loops sewn into the fabric allowing for easy grabbing and carrying of the smaller races, but there was still a knack to not jostling passengers. They simply hung on and Jon, or any escort, would carry them to their destination. This way, the smaller species didn't need to worry about being hit or accidently kicked by the larger or perhaps unobservant others.

Too many diplomatic incidents had happened and all parties involved considered this an acceptable resolution.

"We need to go fast! We must be there fast!`` Came the voice of one of the chintians, over his left shoulder. He felt the weight shift as the creature clambered up the harness with ease.

"Do you consent to running? Do you understand the risks and dangers of this action?" Jon asked, hoping they'd agree.

"Yes yes! Speed is needed!" the voice confirmed.

Jon began to sprint. Avoiding the busier paths, he kept to the edges of the corridors which were usually left empty for exactly the reason Jon was using them. Go-fors, messengers, assistants. They could always been seen scuttling from one location to the others, whilst those not on a time crunch could meander in the middle of the corridors.

He made good time to the centre of the station. From afar, the giant central council room looked like a crown jewel of the station. It was truly gigantic and often would have fog or clouds develop inside due to the sheer size of it.

He crouched and dropped off the delegate who thumbed a tip for Jon, but said nothing as he scuttled away from view and into a room.

Jon shrugged and mentally asked himself what he needed to do next and how to get there the quickest.

He was interrupted as his radio crackled to life again, he grabbed at it before the voice finished speaking.

"Jon? You done with that Escort?" Came the voice of a priority dispatcher, distinct as they were more like 'Account Managers', dealing with those who pay extra for services and their role was to ensure the higher paying guests were served in the right manner.

"Yeah, he's arrived."

"You got a 'Ursidain' request, a request by name this time. You've made an impression with folk."

Jon's face scrunched in puzzlement. He wasn't aware anyone even knew him. Although the name tag's all over his uniform would not lend him any anonymity.

"Got an idea as to what it is?" Jon asked as he jogged towards an access corridor to take the shortest route to the ursidain quarters. It shouldn't take long, he'd just circumvent the Council Hall.

"It's an ursidain called Fon, she sounded a bit distressed? Does it ring any bells?"

The realisation hit Jon like a bucket of cold water.

"Ah, yeah, I dealt with her last week. She's got hefty anxiety. It's likely I'm going to be 'booked' for the rest of the day."

"Cool, no problems, I'll ready 'double pay' if you're engaged through a break or the end of your shift."

Jon wrapped up the conversation and eventually made it to the ursidain quarters.

His next role was almost certainly going to be a 'Support' role. Even some of the larger species on the station had a habit of being nervous like everyone else. On a confined, diplomatic station, it was better to devote resources to calming them down then let them work themselves up.

Jon had met this 'Fon' a couple of weeks back, a mature giantess of a teddy bear, but one with pretty severe anxiety. As it turned out however, having Jon nearby, simply holding her paw or rather being held in her paws, was enough to keep her calm. He'd made the error at the end of his work to try and reassure her that everything was fine, she hadn't been a nuisance and if she needed him; he wouldn't mind.

Jon never thought for a second that she'd actually ask for him, let alone pay through the nose for him specifically to come help her. She must have serious cash to be able to not only request him by name, but double pay due to a person request is paid for by the person who made the request.

Exiting the next checkpoint, he didn't have a chance to even look round before a massive thick paw appeared and snatched him from his own raised platform, the environment now designed for creatures far larger than a human. He was immediately pressed into a sea of thick and soft brown fur. He had to tilt his head backwards just to give himself the space to breathe as a second giant paw began to rapidly stroke his hair again and again as a deluge of words poured from a frantic, motherly voice far above the trapped human.

"Oh I'm so glad you're here! I was so worried! The speech is coming up and I don't know if it'll go well and I suddenly got a feeling that something had already gone wrong! And then I thought about you and was worried the feeling was to do with you! It was-"

"I'm fine! It's okay! Take a breath!" Jon cut in; his voice strained as his ribs creaked from the pressure of being squeezed into the matronly Fon.

Two giant bellows beneath the fur and flesh that Jon was still being pressed into began to inflate, it was humbling to feel such massive biological machine work as he was pressed into it.

The bellows deflated in a loud sigh above him.

"I'm sorry Jon. Do you need me to put you down? I-I-I can go without you if you're busy?"

Jon mentally kicked himself for not taking the opportunity to escape, but he was a resolute professional. He was one of the very first human guardians and he was glad to be the one that showed the aliens that whatever they can do; humans can too.

"No, I've nothing else to do today." He lied. "When your call came in I was twiddling my thumbs, you know?"

The pressure increased again as he was swung from side to side by the giant bear-like alien.

"Oh I'm so glad! You could sit on my lap while the speech is given! Oh that would help so so much! Thank you thank you!"

He was pulled from the chest and brought up to a familiar face, that had puckered its lips before planting them firmly against his face. The 'light' suction nearly pulled his entire head in between those lips before they disconnected with a dramatic 'mwah' and he was returned to a galactic sized bear hug and it felt like they were moving again. He rubbed the wetness from his face as the voice spoke up again, vibrating him as it rumbled through the giant's body.

"I'll get some snacks, and a blanket and we'll make it all cosy in my delegate booth!"

Jon tilted his head at that. The delegates, especially the ursidain ones,did always get the nicest food after all.

[discount-shades]

Sleepy Baby: Our Song

a/n: I put my 90s country playlist on shuffle and wrote for songs that came up. This isn’t super connected to whatever plot I have going on in the main story. It's more of a series of vignettes.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin / Reader

Warnings: None, 90s Country

Word Count: 700 ish

Summary: Jake listens to 90s country music. 

Masterlist   

You roll your eyes as Jake pairs his phone up to the Bluetooth speaker in his kitchen. Jake rarely listens to music from this century. He mostly switches between classic rock playlists and ‘90s country and lately it has been trending country. As someone who grew up listening to mostly Top 40 music you were not familiar with most of the songs he played. Despite your unfamiliarity with the genre it was growing on you. Every song you learn to love is connected to memories of Jake. 

Jake sings a lot. It was something you noticed in your time with him. Not around his coworkers, but he sings around you often. He is able to remember the words and cadence to songs in a way that you would never be able to. When you commented on the blueness of the sky Jake jumped into singing, “Here she comes a walkin’ talkin’ true love, saying I’ve been looking for you love, surprise your new love has arrived, out of the blue clear sky,” all the while taking your hand and twirling you before pulling you into a kiss. At your slightly baffled expression he adds, “George Strait’s Blue Clear Sky.” He grins, “don’t worry Darlin’ I’ll convert you to a follower of King George.”

There was the disastrous attempt to teach you line dancing to Brooks and Dunn’s Boot Scootin’ Boogie on western night at some bar you don’t remember the name of. Alcohol was a factor in how many times you stumbled giggling into Jake as he patiently caught you and steadied you for the next attempt. When you had tried again, sober this time, on your back deck on a Sunday afternoon you were much more coordinated and he informed you that he would be willing to take you line dancing when you went to meet his family in Texas. 

John Michael Montgomery’s Sold is Jake's song for you. Every time it plays he will sing the whole song to you, keeping up to the fast lyrics with an exaggerated twang in his voice. “Jake, I don't exactly match the description of the women in the song,” you tell him laughing. “Doesn't matter, you’re a ten,” he tells you. “This was me when I met you. You’re it for me Darlin’, I’m sold.” 

You think about slow dancing in Jake’s kitchen every time you hear Garth Brooks’ The Dance. It’s late and most of the lights are off. Your one hand is clasped in his and the other is playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. Jake's hand on your lower back is holding you close to him as you sway to the music. Jake’s soft humming is a rumble as you rest your head on his chest and he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Jake singing, “I put a big down payment on that itty bitty diamond ring,” to Diamond Rio’s Unbelievable as he drives makes you pause. At the conviction in his voice you turn and stare at him. Neither of you have said ‘I love you’ yet, even though Jake has already declared that you would be getting married. He catches your eye and winks before turning back to look at the road. You narrow your eyes watching him sing along before deciding you are jumping to conclusions. Probably.

You had always listened to Shania Twain and her songs took a new meaning to you. It was hard for you to miss the fact that Jake perfectly personified the lyrics to Any Man of Mine. You have long since admitted to yourself that you were falling hard and fast for Jake. His casual certainty that your relationship was long term was simultaneously perplexing and exasperating, but mostly it was endearing. He made your heartbeat quicken with a wink one moment and could relax you with a hug the next. He made you feel safe.

You don't have one song to remind you of your relationship, you have an entire decade of a genre, and you still don’t know what song you will dance to at your wedding. 

[usbkinitopet]

hhouuuhh ddont you worry sam and kin !!! im really really sure jacob can get jade to you both really soon and safely . !! jacob is THAT cool from what i've heard from jones SPEAKING OF YOUR USER !!! thst was MEE !! i reached out to them !! dont you worry about what they're documenting about thoughX]c oh my goodness im SO happy she was able to get her deserved rest WOOHOO!!! that hot choco must be so scrumpty hhrhrgrrr iim getting hungry . again be a good pal for me pretty please? if something,,,,,persay,,,Happens on the monitor. ,, like jones opens up Something . don't panic. okydoky? thats perfectly nromal and. they'll take care of it really soon after that happens. just an Itty bitty thing jones needs for her ,,,, research . thank you nito <33 -🕊️

"Why hello again friend!! Thank you so much for helping my [USER]!.. You are very sweet and helpful!!"

"As for your request.. That would depend. Jones has not made it clear on what they are looking for previously.. And I worry-"

"I'm not sure how I will react. I will.. Try to keep calm I suppose.. I have not done very well with previous users when they mess with stuff they are not supposed to.. I'm not.. sure if I agree with my [USER] messing with stuff."

".. One of the last users blue screened me.. and it.. Hurt.. I don't want that to happen again."

(What does one do when they do not know how to handle trauma? Also left a secret for ya here! /vpos plus evil face >:3) -Mod Moonion

[subskz]

Tall girl anon back. Omg I’m not sure about the picture, it probably is but in my memory I feel like it was more visible, but then again memories can be wrong. And although being into the “masculinity” of body hair in certain places is one way of interpreting it, I don’t think it’s the masculinity part. I think it’s just the whole sort of naturalness(???) of it. Humans are animals and things like pubic and pit hair are signs of hormones and sexual maturity and the presence of it just seems very sexy in a “raw” sort of way that idk how to describe. Anyway….

So I need to get this thing off my chest somewhere and my friends probs don’t wanna hear it so imma do it here since we’re all horny on here anyway.

These memories keep coming back to me… I went to a concert at one point, not gonna say when or who, all that’s important to know is that it was a kpop boy group. And I had a sex dream immediately after. This legit never happened before. I’ve had sex dreams, but not after concerts. But anyway… I’d never noticed in videos, but onstage (I had great seats) one of the members was visibly smaller than everyone else, by a lot. I looked it up and the next shortest member was three inches taller than him (he’s 5’6”) and something about seeing this skinny, short, very attractive guy (especially in comparison to the rest of his members) snapped something in me. In the videos, you don’t really notice it but in real life…. Wow…Like, I need to have him. He is so small and for whatever reason that makes me want him even more. And I feel so weird for that very specific feeling but the memories keep coming back and I can’t get rid of it. I need to hug him, I need to pin him down, I bet I could pick up his tiny little body— he’s so skinny that I refuse to believe that he weighs more than me. And this feral urge consumes me. I want to hold his face in my hands and tell him he’s so pretty but I also want to see his face twisted in pleasure and gasping with his eyes rolling back. I want to hold his little hands in my larger ones in the most wholesome way possible and I also want to see how far my long fingers could wrap around his neck. I want to kiss him and love him and hold him and ruin him. Or even just have the most vanilla sex possible just as long as I could hear him moan with his pretty, high-pitched voice. I’m not gonna try getting myself off because tbh I don’t think that’ll be enough to fix this and as much as this feeling is frustrating, I’m not entirely sure I want it to go away. Anyways……

Sorry for the big rant. But if I don’t let this out it may consume me more than it already has.

hihi it’s good to see u again! if there really is a highqual pic of lix’s happy trail out there i hope we find it someday 🔎 i completely agree w you abt finding body hair “sexy in a raw way” that describes it perfectly! there’s nothing more attractive than humans in their most natural state, no makeup, unshaved, their natural scent etc ♡_♡ slight tangent here but when lino’s skin isnt covered w that awful pale smoothing filter and u can see his real complexion with all his little bumps n acne scars…..literally makes me drool

the way this concert awakened smth in you that u already thought had been awakened LOL it seems like it was quite the lifechanging experience 😽 he sounds so adorable 5’6” men are kinda the perfect size…plus him having an itty bitty frame on top of that so you could probably pick him up like he’s weightless and manhandle him if you wanted to…that’s the goal isn’t it <3 being able to eclipse a boy’s hands w your own and scoop him up in ur arms and hold him up against the wall, making him feel small, safe and helpless all at the same time

i hope ur brain stops tormenting you w these thoughts soon but i cant even blame u for being so hooked on it he sounds like a dream for ppl w size kinks ❤️‍🔥

[hotxcheeto]

hello, just discovered your account and I love it !! I would love to know if you could write a Sevika, Caitlyn, Vi and Jinx x female s/o who has a rather small chest please ! it can be fluff, comforting and suggestive/nsfw at the same time

I just read the one you did with a bigger chest reader and I would love to see the opposite !!

(that was my first request I hope it's understandable (: )

━ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒/𝐎

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 - Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Sevika

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, mentions of sex, alludes to sex, sexual themes, hickies, marks and bites, mentions of lingerie? and bras, ladies being pervs here and there, reader being insecure at times, talk of insecurities

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/Some

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! I did my best and I hope you like it, I loved the rq!!! thank you so much loveeee!!

REBLOGS ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED

☆ 𝐕𝐈 – Doesn't care, like for real. Boobs are boobs to her, no discrimination here. She loves them either way and she's touchy and pervy. She's Vi c'mon now.

Vi stares a lot, if you're her s/o you better like being watched because sometimes she'll just gaze at you with a dopey smile. And she loves staring at your chest too, right down your shirt and is very unapologetic about it. Doesn't care at all.

I headcanon Vi to love skin to skin contact but not admit it often and so laying shirtless with you is a habit and she'll tend to just circle your boobs, just the very light swell or outline of them. Sometimes she'll just put both her hands over them to 'keep them safe'. Loves that they fit right in her palms, its her way of saying you're meant to be.

Likes to come up and just set her hands on your chest, just resting them there. Waist? No! Boobs. They just fit so perfectly because of their size.

But Vi will lay on top of you shirtless, and loves when you wear cutouts tops that show off your skin right around those areas. Especially when you wear special shirts that draw attention to that area, she thinks you look so hot.

But getting insecure is normal, everyone does and Vi can always tell when you're staring a bit too long at yourself. And maybe with eyes that aren't her favorite. So she'll spend extra time showing you how much she loves your chest, how pretty they are and makes sure to decorate them with a few marks to remind you of her love.

So everytime you look at your chest, a reminder of Vi can't get enough of you so she has to leave her marking there.

God she loves your boobs. And you, of course.

☆ 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐗 – Also couldn't care less, they're boobs and Jinx thinks that if you like female bodied people and don't like all kinds of boobs you are astronomically weird. So big or small, she's in love.

Touches, bites, kisses, squeezes even if there's nothing to squeeze. She's named them, and they're hers and hers only. Even if you're masc or fem, top or bottom, those are hers now. Sorry. Like I said in my other post though, she totally mumbles shit to herself about/to them before taking a nice bite out of your skin.

They're her love bites just let it happen.

It was a nice mark to remind you of your girlfriend every time you looked in the mirror without a shirt.

Jinx is also a very skin-on-skin person and will starfish sleep on you shirtless, also the type to sleep completely naked especially when you're around. She'll circle your tits and bury her face right in there. Pressing a kiss to you them as well.

Mind you, you can be insecure, Jinx might have a harder time understanding it but she also understands feeling bad about yourself in certain areas. But if you don't like something about yourself, Jinx will find it and love it no matter what it is, because you always do that for her.

Besides she's got little boobs, she likes you both staring her intricate tops and covers, she likes pointing out how they look similar, probably claims their friends. The itty bitty titty committee is fully welcome here.

In conclusion, Jinx loves boobs. Especially yours.

☆ 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐘𝐍 – Caitlyn has a bigger sized chest, you love it and she loves it. And she loves yours just as much, sometimes she's even jealous that some things fit you and not her because of her bust and the back pain, yeah she claims you got lucky with that one.

But she treats them so nicely, she uses oils and lotions on her body and chest and does the same to you. Also loves bra shopping for you both ( if you wear them ) just to get to matching sets because she thinks it's adorable how you both look so different in them but so pretty at the same time.

Just to stare at yourselves in the mirror is enough.

Loves it, like I mean loves it. She also happens to sleep naked here and there and loves when you both do together. Loves your body in general, Caitlyn is a lover she body worships and makes you feel like you're the most amazing person in the world. Even when you're feeling really low.

She loves you and your chest, she'll get you necklaces just to help compliment your chest if you're feeling a bit insecure about it. Cait loves you and she loves to show you.

☆ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 – Sevika, like Vi.. she's Sevika. She loves your body and every inch of it, and while having sex she especially likes your ass and tits. And she worships, even is she's rough and acts like your body is an object Gods she loves it more than anything. She loves you, even if she doesn't say it.

Sevika loves your boobies just because they're apart of you and for hell's sake I've said it a ton, they're boobies what's not to love! Loves that with just an arm she can cover your chest up if someone walks in on you both which has happened quite a few times. She'll just put her hands up and it takes over half your upper body.

Also loves when you wear things that make your chest area pop, like sparkly and extravagant tops or dresses that show off your entire body. Because in Sevika's eyes you're beautiful why not wear things that compliment it. Besides it just makes her want to rip it off you more.

Loves your chest though, she'll mark it up so badly it'll be sore the next day decorated with different colored bites and bruises to remind you of how much she loves it. And Sevika loves when you walk around your apartment shirtless and maybe with a pair of panties on.

But that's her favorite outfit for you, just so she can see how pretty you look with your chest exposed. Maybe a piece of jewelry she stole or saved for just for you dawned around your neck as a compliment.

Sevika can't understand why you'd hate that area of you sometimes, she fucking loves it. But she gets the feeling of being insecure, so she makes sure to remind you how pretty you really are.

[annie55216]

We went, we fucked around at Mondo, and we came back alive

This has been an eventful weekend for me and my friends since we visited Budapest to attend Mondocon. Let me sum up the highlights of the three-day trip.

Day one

So many people commented on my axe that I don't think I can count them. What surprised me the most was that most of them were older men who found it amusing.

THE TRAIN WAS ALMOST PERFECTLY ON FUCKING TIME

Chatted with some lovely Irish guys. They are interrailing in their gap year before returning to Ireland for uni. We talked about schools, languages and if they really need to pay their fares on buses in cities💀

We saw our old Hungarian teacher, who travelled on the same train.

Once we got to the building of our apartment we were a bit sketched out by the place, but in the end, the apartment itself was really nice and had plenty of space.

We talked a lot, played some card games and one of my friends cooked us some incredible véres hurka, which was delicious

morgás

Day two

In the morning I woke up at like 7am and went on to wash the dishes. I needed to. There were so many cups.

The day before I had to wait out the slowest line at the pharmacy I have ever encountered, but in the end, the bandages I got were incredibly good and held up all day.

Once I got into cosplay (I did a fem version of Kratos from God of War: Ragnarok) I was still running around the flat and scared to death that my makeup will smudge.

Once we got to the venue (we travelled throughout the city in cosplay, yes) one person from our group almost got stuck at the gate, because after the (lovely) moderators scanned his ticked the scanner showed that it has already been claimed. Fortunately, he got let in and I am planning on writing an email about this to the szervezők.

Once inside we melted from the heat and saw just how many people attended this time around. It was incredible though, I had so much fun. Talked with so many other cosplayers and vendors that I am really glad about.

we ran into kalmi

I got asked for a full photoshoot, which the lovely @tealeaftragedy accompanied me to. I will get the photos soon and will upload them.

In the evening, beside getting phylosophical and finding out that they don't sell alcohol after 10pm in Budapest, we taught how to do CPR.

Day three

We headed to the train station in unbearable heat, but before that we just put our luggage down at Westend and had some food. I introduced my friend to the wonders of Lush as well.

We didn't have AC on the train so we were literally melting for 3 hours in there.

We also blasted the song Diggy, diggy hole (the metal cover from Wind Rose) and listened to ITTY BITTY TITTY COMMITTEE by Ham Sandwich, which I would like to make the official anthem of this trip thankyouverymuch.

Got home safe and sound, with no casualties and everyone really happy about this trip.

Overall, this year's Mondocon was so much fun. Luck was on our side and we had no casualties and most importantly no rain. I can't wait for next year's one, which I will be making my cosplay for and will try to document here.

[themomsandthecity]

23 Adorable Alternatives to Petals For Your Flower Girl to Toss

No matter how much thought you put into your wedding hair and makeup look, your youngest family members can so easily steal the show at a wedding. Maybe it's the itty bitty dress clothes, but flower girls and ring bearers are often the most memorable part of a ceremony. So take advantage of the fact that all eyes are on these little helpers! In particular, being thoughtful about what your flower girls are carrying with them and tossing as they walk down the aisle. Baskets filled with rose petals are the most common flower girl accessory, but it doesn't have to be that way. There are plenty of basket alternatives and alternatives to petals to explore with your flower girl, to add a touch of romance or whimsy to your ceremony, or even to save money. Some of them can even double as wedding favors. A few things to keep in mind: If you're having an outdoor ceremony, you'll want your flower girl's petal alternatives to be biodegradable and animal safe, or be ready to clean them up after the ceremony. And if you're having your flower girl toss a petal alternative that's heavy or hard, you might want to do some practice sessions to make sure they've got the hang of dropping items gently, rather than hurling them into the crowd. (That's why some basket alternatives are a good idea - that way, your flower girl just has to carry an item, rather than master the walk-and-throw.) Without further, ahem, "I do," here are 23 alternatives to petals and basket alternatives for your flower girl to tote down the aisle. Related: The Cutest Wedding-Caption Ideas That Perfectly Show Off Your Love - Additional reporting by Mirel Zaman https://www.popsugar.com/family/Alternative-Ideas-Flower-Girl-Petal-Toss-41294685?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[dangerdust2]

The factory owners swore that radium was perfectly safe, but the workers quickly discovered how wrong they were.

The main ingredient in the sparkling paint was approximately one million times more active than uranium. Workers felt agonizing pain as they succumbed to jaw necrosis. Their teeth rotted, jawbones shattered; they grew massive, cancerous bone tumors. Some of the women even began to glow in the dark.

It started as a practical response to a fiddly workplace probem, during long shifts at the factory painting watch faces and military dials, the young women dipped their brushes into their paint pots and then wet the brush between their lips to sharpen the point before painting yet another itty-bitty numeral. Each time they did this, they ingested a tiny dose of poison. The magical ingredient that made those watch faces glow in the dark was radium, a radioactive element discovered in 1898 by Marie and Pierre Curie. The women workers — also dubbed “the Ghost Girls” — loved how the shiny radium dust in the factory made their dresses look, and would even paint the luminous substance on their teeth.

[echo-of-sounds]

daddy dom

Headcanons on the types of Daddy Dom Aizawa, Gang Orca, and Hound Dog are. 

I was going to include all six guys in this but it got so much longer than I initially planned. Toshi, Hizashi, and Fatgum are coming tomorrow!

Warnings: Daddy Dom relationship, (the rest is only mentioned, there’s no real detail) punishments, choking, slapping, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, and rough sex

Aizawa Shouta

Shouta had an inkling he was interested in dominance when he started having sex. The Daddy Dom surfaced after a one-night stand happened to moan ‘Daddy.’ He enjoyed it, looked into the subject deeper, and realized that’s exactly what he wanted, needed. However, he hasn’t had a relationship where he’s felt comfortable enough or been in one long enough to practice it. 

As your relationship develops, it is something he brings up because he isn’t shy about it. He wants to be your Daddy. He wants to be his girl’s protector and her anchor. He praises you when you’re doing well. He says how proud he is. He loves and cuddles you on your bad days. When you’re crying and scared, he’s right beside you, huddling you to his chest, protecting you from whatever you fear. 

Pet names are a rarity. On the odd occasion a good girl slips out, it’s a telltale sign he’s in a highly dominant mood. You’re expected to listen, do what you’re told, and say, ‘please and thank you.’ To make you feel fluttery and happy, he’ll call himself Daddy as he’s helping you.

Kitten is even more limited. He uses it when you dress up in the pink lingerie he bought you. It has a little collar with a bell, a cat-eared headband, garter bands, and cute, frilly panties and bra. There’s also a cat tail butt plug you can play with. But there’s a catch- there’s depreciation. If you use it too much, he isn’t as excited and it’s clear to see. You need to keep the lingerie away until you’re in dire need of your Daddy and a good fucking.

He takes pride and joy in seeing your smile at a new, fancy bracelet or an adorable teddy bear. But he’s uncertain when buying. He knows what you like, yet he just can’t decide on which dress you’d prefer. Despite his self-doubts, his presents are usually excellent, especially any soft, thigh-high stockings or cute, striped panties he brings home.

Though you won’t ever be able to tell, sometimes it is hard for Shouta to discipline you. He enjoys your bratty moods and how you ignore his commands to sit still. Your whimpers and whines and facial expression are incredibly cute. But at the end of the day, he is your Daddy and it’s his responsibility to keep you on track and provide stability. His go-to punishment is no orgasming… for a long time. You can’t touch yourself or grind on a pillow. If you beg, it’ll only extend the punishment. Occasionally, spanking is also used, particularly when you’re riding him and not listening.

Highly dominant doesn’t always mean rough. Yes, he is that most of the time. But he has periodic moods where he won’t use discipline. It’s when he’s in a coddling mood. Daddy becomes gentle, erotic, intent, and intimate. Don’t hold back your moans. Please, whine and whimper and fuss and mewl. Your soft cries and little wriggles please him so. 

When he is rough, you’ll be leaving red streaks down his back. He loves seeing them in the mirror the next morning, so he strives to get you that aroused and pleasured every time. And nothing is truly off the books for him. Whatever you wish, he’ll command: slapping, spanking, choking, hair pulling, and spitting.

Shouta is more of a nonverbal Daddy. Both of you know he’s dominant and it’s your job to behave, so he doesn’t feel the need to command you as much as others may. He just yanks your body around as he pleases, slaps and chokes you when you don’t listen or get off-topic, and spits on your tongue to get you to quiet down. Now that doesn’t mean he won’t talk. At your misdoings, his steeled voice is gruff and guttural, commanding, punishing, and asking what you did wrong. 

Daddy gets even more domineering when you cum without permission. That’s the one rule you should never break. If he’s feeling charitable (which is rarer than a blue moon), he’ll let you cum. Other times, he’s deepthroating you, cumming down your throat, and making you swallow it. And that’s all you’ll get. Again, don’t beg. That’ll worsen the punishment. All you can do is be a good girl and hope he lets you cum in the next few days.

Gang Orca

Kugo never considered himself a Daddy or any sort of dominant man in general. The few times he’s had sex, he was more on the submissive side, letting his partner lead and ride him as they wished. His fear of hurting his partner really held him back. However, the instant he hears you softly, weakly whine Daddy, gently pawing his chest, pining for him to make you feel good, the switch is flicked and there’s no going back.

Before he fully engages in the Daddy Dom relationship, he does a lot of reading and asks you question after question. If he ever hurt you or pushed past your limits, he’d all but die inside. You need to ease into it. Let him become accustomed to the power dynamics, the dirty talking, what’s expected from him, and the lifestyle.

In the beginning, he’s as sweet as can be. You’re his little one whom he loves to spoil. He buys you dainty panties, comfy sweaters, and dresses for every occasion. You should always model clothing for Daddy. He’ll appreciate your appreciation. As you turn around in a cute, lace nightgown, his fingers flow up your thighs, caressing between them, gently brushing along your new panties, making sure everything fits perfectly. 

He gradually leans into the discipline aspect as the relationship grows. Once comfortable with himself and you, the punishments come frequently. They depend on the severity of your bad behavior. If you don't listen, you don’t get sweets. If you didn’t listen twice, you have extra chores to do. If you didn’t listen three times, no sexual gratification of any kind for however long Daddy deems necessary. 

In spite of that, he is a weak Daddy when it comes to his little one. Your puppy-dog eyes burrow into his heart. Your wiggling thighs get him heated. Your little mewls for your Daddy’s attention haunt him. But he doesn’t give in all the time. He still has structure, stability, and dominance to uphold.

Kugo is truly a safe Daddy. He’s your secret place where your every thought, desire, emotion, and fear will always be heard, understood, and respected. Whatever you tell Daddy when you’re curled up on his chest, snuggled in his arms, stays with Daddy. He guides you through the crowded mall, nurses the cuts on your legs, acts as an anchor through depression and anxiety, and protects you from the rumbling thunder. And by God, is he protective. 

Protectiveness is his main characteristic. He wants you to wear his T-shirt and sweatshirts. When he cums, he seats himself fully insides, letting him empty out completely. His hands rub your lower stomach like he’s feeling his property. Even as he falls flaccid, he stays inside. He needs to make sure everything has drained. If he could, he’d keep you filled with his seed forever.

Tender, slow sex involves you riding Daddy. He squeezes your thighs and tummy as you bounce. He praises every movement, every part, every itty-bitty sound. Your passion is so important to him. Seeing your body seek out its pleasure and rapture in the safety of your own little world fills his heart with love.

Dominant Daddy is less common yet so fulfilling. His thick, wet tongue washes deep. Fingers spread you wide. His erection spreads you further. You’ll be thrown on the bed, stuck under him for multiple beautiful orgasms. As you cum, moan ‘thank you’ again and again. Your gratitude encourages him. He’ll keep you moaning into the morning. 

Hound Dog

The second Ryo entered that seriously horny stage of puberty, he knew his dominance. As he started having sex, it only flourished. He’s rough, fast, controlling, and one-hundred percent, hands down a brat tamer. Your whines and protests are cute, but he always wins. Hearing his rasping, growling voice is enough to get you to concede to his demands.

Aftercare and any delicate aspects will take time and learning on his part. He wants to be so gentle, caring, and sweet with you. His natural rough nature gets in the way. As any good Daddy is patient with his little girl, a good girl needs to be patient with him. And when he gets there, he gets there. You’ll be swaddled in a warm blanket, given candy and drinks, and your favorite bed-time Tv will play while you wind down. His warm, smooth tongue laps over bruises and scratches.

There’s one big thing about this Daddy: God, he just loves to watch you suck: him (specifically his foreskin), his fingers, your fingers, a lollipop, a pacifier, whatever. Lay on his chest, wrapped in a blanket, and nurse on a binkie as you fall asleep. The most common way sex starts is with a blowjob. It commonly ends that way as well. He either makes you finish him with no pleasure for you or, after you’re finished, he lays you down and deepthroats you.

Right off the bat, punishments are a main part. There’s a written list on the fridge you must obey. Though he doesn’t spank. You might act up just to get spanked, and he won’t have that. The discipline always matches the offense. Are you back talking? You’re eating something you don’t like. Is your temper too hot? You’re taking an ice-cold shower for five minutes. Are you ignoring him? Daddy’s going to rile you up then leave you hanging and whining, showing you what it’s like to be neglected.

After the punishment is complete, Ryo transitions right into aftercare. Daddy loves you enough to punish you. That love is strengthened after by his licks and kisses. Besides, Daddies who don’t show their little girl compassion and care afterward, aren’t good Daddies. He loves and respects you and wants you to know, see, and feel that.

And the punishments never push past your boundaries. You’re never put in danger. In any way. The safe word is always available. He won’t give you food you truly can’t handle for whatever reason. He’s right beside you as you shower just in case something goes wrong. The moment the water’s shut off, you’re immediately swathed in a cozy towel.

During one of his more… inflamed moods, you’re fastened in a collar. It’s pink with little flowers. The heart decoration on the front is a padlock. Only he has the key. It has ‘Daddy’s Girl’ inscribed on the back. It goes on as soon as you get home. And it stays on until you leave. There is a leash he’ll use if you aren’t behaving, holding, leading, and controlling all your movements.

There are times when he goes into (sort of) a heat. It could be a quirk side effect. It could just be him. Either way, you’re going to get completely dominated. Your hair will be pulled. Your throat will be choked and fucked. Your cheeks, both sets, will be red and raw. Scratch marks and dark bruises will stain your neck, legs, and back.

His favorite is any doggy-style position. It’s carnal and crude. Daddy has total authority since his weight bears down, caging you to the bed. Use your voice. Let him hear every gasp and cry. Beg for him. Plead for more. Pray for just one more orgasm as your hair’s tugged and clit’s smack sore. The harder you crave, the harder he thrusts.

Sweet sex is a rare time when he kisses and cuddles. Heat surrounds you. Muscled thighs and callused hands direct your weak, longing body. His tongue never leaves your mouth, licking over yours, causing drivel to drip down your chin. It may not be rough, but the sincerity and intimacy provide more than enough pleasure for an amazing orgasm. And Daddy passionately walks you through it.

[percabethfeelsfandom]

Writing Prompt AU: Childhood Best friends to Lovers

PART 1: Age 6 

Percy doesn’t realise he’s in trouble until the girl he’s sitting by has gotten up to her feet, her face as red as the curls on her head. 

“You’re too close to me!” She cries at him.

Percy frowns at the space between them, which in his opinion is quite enough but he mutters a sorry and backs away a bit more, bringing the tools he’s playing with closer to him. Sand flies towards him as the girl throws a fistful in his direction. 

He sputters and scratches at his eyes trying to stop the stinging, but all it does is irritate it more. 

“Hey that was mean,” he says, careful not to raise his voice too much. His Mom always taught him that raising your voice is only meant for emergencies and final warnings.

She keeps glaring in his direction until the force of it is so strong that Percy is compelled to get up and leave the sandpit, even though he’s been working on his sandcastle since the beginning of the break.  

He mutters another sorry and goes to the monkey bars, where his friend Grover has been hanging by his legs. 

Percy is trying not to cry as Grover prods him in the shoulder asking him if he’s okay. 

“The girl in the sandpit was a bit mean,” he finally answers and shrugs his shoulders as if it’s not a big deal. But it feels like one.

“You should tell on her,” Grover says with a frown. Instantly Percy shakes his head. 

“No way. I’m not a snitch. You know what happens to people who snitch.” 

Grover sighs and drops from the monkey bars, watching as Percy climbs precariously over the tops of the metal rods. But Percy isn’t worried, he’s a pro at the monkey bars. 

“Mean people should get in trouble,” Grover points out, but Percy shrugs again. 

“Maybe she’s having a bad day, my step-dad Gabe has bad days and sometimes he’s a bit mean, but it’s not all the time. She’s might not be mean all the time.”

~

Percy’s words come back to bite him in the ass later in the year because it seems as though Nancy Bobofit is always having a bad day when it comes to Percy because she’s always in the corner of his eye glaring at him. 

Sticking her leg out when he goes past her to get to the coloured pencils, causing him to trip, and pointing and laughing at him with her friends while he tries to stand up. Grover is by his side, pulling him up and urging him to tell on her but Percy shoots him down each time with a firm shake of his head. 

It’s when Percy is reading something out loud in class that he finally reaches his limit. 

“An o-owl is a brid...bird,” he feels his face heat up as he hears hushed giggles from the back of the class. He refuses to look up but he knows that it’s Nancy’s group. He straightens and focuses on the words on the page, even as they swim and squiggle. 

He continues through the passage, gripping the paper tightly. He hates reading in front of the class more than anything. More than anything in the world and he wants this to end now. 

“They sleep at night, make-making them,” he squints at the sheet, and his hands shake as he struggles to read the word. 

“Take your time Percy it’s okay,” his teacher said from the front of the room, a smile on her face. 

He looked up at her and nodded before looking back at the page, but tears had started pooling in his eyes, making it even harder to read. 

“Noc..Nocter..Noc…” He sighed deeply and scrunched the paper in his hands a bit. 

“Oh my god, he’s so dumb. He can’t even read.”

The voice was perfectly clear in the silent room and Percy finally dropped the paper and sat down, crossing his arms and putting his face in his hands. He heard Grover whisper his name softly but he shook his head, still not lifting his face. 

Percy could hear his teacher speaking from the other side of the room, “Nancy that wasn’t very nice, please apologise to Percy.”

There was a scoff and then the sound of a chair scraping against the ground. 

“Percy, Nancy has something she’d like to say to you.”

Percy lifted his head but didn’t raise his eyes to Nancy keeping them trained on his scuffed shoes and the bright colours on hers.  

“I’m so so sorry I hurt your little itty bitty feelings, Percy. I hope you learn how to read soon.”

Percy clenched his fists and pushed his head back in his hands. He kept his mouth clamped for the rest of the day, and refused to even talk to Grover when he called out to Percy. 

He just wanted today to end, but Nancy had other plans. 

He was leaving the school building when she popped out from the side, a wide grin on her face. Another girl and boy flanked her sides as she stared him down. Percy felt a pit in his stomach and tried to back away.  

They continued walking towards him, like a predator approaching their prey. Every instinct in Percy’s body was screaming at him to run, but he felt frozen on the spot. 

“Look it’s Percy ‘I can’t read’ Jackson. He’s so dumb.”

Nancy’s words were poison in Percy’s ears, and he felt his face burn in shame. Percy hung his head, avoiding Nancy’s eyes as she and her friends made a circle around him. He knew he wasn’t dumb, he knew that, but hearing her say it, and remembering that moment in class. It was hard not to believe it. 

They didn’t step any closer but Percy still felt like he was being suffocated. 

Nancy pressed closer and got in his face until he backed into one of her friends. He tripped over his feet and fell to the ground. He tried to stand but the boy pushed him by the shoulders, forcing him back down. 

Percy tried to push them off but the girls grabbed him by the arms and held him in place. Tears pricked his eyes as he struggled, but three against one wasn’t a fair fight and he was shaking with fear. Too many hands were grabbing at his clothes, tugging on his backpack, and jeering in his ear. He stopped trying to get away and instead tried to cover his ears and face as their voices grew louder. 

“I think he’s going to cry. What a baby.” One of the girls drawled as she laughed in his ear. He turned his face away from her so that she couldn’t see the tears that started to fall. He wanted to leave. He wanted to leave NOW. 

“I’ll give him something to cry about,” Nancy said, and Percy looked at her in fear. Her lips were curled in a cruel smile as she pulled out a can of coke and started shaking it. 

“Please just leave me alone,” Percy whispered. Nancy paused as if to think about it then shook her head firmly. 

“I don’t think so.”

She aimed the can towards him and began opening it. 

An arm shot out from behind her, grabbing her by the shoulder and shoving her to the ground. In doing so she also aimed the can away from Percy’s face. Instinctively he pulled free from the people holding him and ran for the gap in the circle he was trapped in. 

He didn’t turn back until he was safely out and watched as a girl, around his age with wild curly hair ripped the can from Nancy’s hands and pulled the tab aiming at her face, letting the drink explode in Nancy’s face. 

Nancy screamed as she tried to get away from the explosion, but the girl stood out of reach and emptied the can over her head. When Nancy tried to stand up, the girl stepped closer and pushed her back, forcing Nancy to fall onto her butt. Percy’s eyes widened in awe, but he slapped a hand over his mouth to stop from making a sound in case the girl turned on him. She aimed part of the drink towards Nancy’s friends as well so that they got caught in it, but Nancy got the brunt of it, leaving her red hair soaked through and her face sticky with brown liquid. The can rolled to the side as the girl dropped it and she stared at Nancy’s friends as if daring them to come forward. 

When they didn’t make a move to oppose her she smirked. 

“If I see you messing with him again I’ll find you,” she said and promptly turned on her heel leaving Nancy and her friends staring at her in fear.  

Percy closed his mouth, realising that he was watching her and started to follow her even though she made no move to check on him. He scrambled to his feet and fell into step with her. 

“Thank you,” he breathed. She shrugged and blew a curl from her face. Her cheeks were pink as Percy kept pace with her. He had a bus to catch and he was going in the opposite way that he needed to, but he needed to know who this girl was. 

“Whatever.” 

“I’m Percy,” he said, holding out a hand. She stared at it for a moment, before pausing her quick pace and shook it firmly. Her hands were a bit sticky with the coke, but she was very strong. 

“I know, we’re in the same class.” 

“Who are you?”

“Annabeth. I can be your new best friend.”

This made Percy frown. He already had a best friend, and Grover was awesome. When he told Annabeth this her cheeks darkened but she didn’t back down. 

“A person can have more than one best friend. I have Thalia already, but I can be your friend too.”

“Why?” 

“Because it looks like you need it. Any more stupid questions?” This time it was Percy who felt his face warm-up, he wasn’t allowed to use bad words, Annabeth was already infinitely cooler than him for doing so. 

“That’s a bad word,” he pointed out, but he didn’t really care. 

“Do you want to be my friend or not?” Annabeth repeated. Her grey eyes were like a storm and Percy found himself nodding without even thinking about it clearly.

“Yeah. Okay, I’ll be your friend.” Percy decided and nodded again to reaffirm it. Annabeth was a little scary but she had helped him when no one else had. 

“Good.” Then she smiled, and Percy felt his steps falter a bit. She was kind of pretty when she smiled. 

[lovemeian]

made of phosphenes | part one

(n.) the colours or “stars” when you rub your eyes.

In which you embark on a four day trip on the first class carriage of The Pear of the Orient alongside some truly interesting characters. One of which, is a handsome con man.

+ part of @konoblog-simps​‘s au bingo collab for october !

wc: 5k | tsukishima akiteru x f!reader

—this is set in the early 1920s/30s, barely historically accurate but it’s only for flavour really, so think Murder on the Orient Express kinda vibe, but less murder and more. . . well, con artist? + sorta fluff? a smidge suggestive: suggestions of happenings and the like, lots of flirting and a bit mystery-centred, and some itty bitty angst for seasoning + sorta historical!au, con artists abound, + tw for misogyny, procreation w/o love lmao, people’s opinions on women’s lives but reader is a soft-hearted badass so dw + kei’s here but not really? lots of mentions of him tho lmao + i hope you enjoy it, i missed writing mystery puff pieces like this hehe !

+ re-bye: AKMU

+ sorta edited.

+ when i tell you i worked too hard on this fic. . . appreciate my dumbassery.

masterlist ; tip-jar ; re-blogs are highly appreciated !

IT WAS SLICK, polished as if it had been made only yesterday. The lettering is gold and sans-serif, matching the painted gold gild of the windows. It looked beautiful against the sea of dark blue and red.

The Pearl of the Orient, it read. The revolutionary train that will take you from your hometown to your future fiance’s in a blink of an eye. A four day trip cushioned by a first-class carriage service, with dinner service and a personal butler only for the first class. Paid in full by his family.

And all you have to do is marry a man you have never met before.

“All your bags are with Mai—” Your aunt, irritated already at the cold swell of the day, having been the only one ‘responsible’ enough to ensure of your quick education in the past two weeks— nothing but hammering etiquette, expectations, and how to make a powerful man and his family, very happy with a girl that barely earned the position of fiance, much less wife, into your system — had turned to your wide eyed apprehension of the machination that was supposed to transport you there.

She snapped her fingers in front of your face, perfectly manicured red nails that had ‘moulded’ you in the past two weeks. Snapping a ruler at a bad posture, a wrong way of serving tea, and at one point, for ‘mistaking’ that the night after the marriage is in any way about you.

“Will you listen, y/n?” She exhaled dramatically, snapping her fan and trying to relieve the pressure of a possible high blood. “I told my brother it was hopeless— hopeless! You don’t fit in with the Tsukishima’s, much less their son who’s about to be the next head! But I had to do my job, didn’t I? You’re the only girl who is in his generation that we can offer up! If it wasn’t for the promise our grandfathers had made of the union, you wouldn’t even stand a chance. Be grateful they’re accepting you as sufficient enough because of your background. You have to be perfect once you reach there, when you do have the position, and give them quickly an heir!”

She snapped the fan again, teeth gritting with swirls of the plans imposed upon her by your grandfather, then your father. If your mother had a say in it, she would’ve taken you and ran away. But life wasn’t as sweet or as easy, and though it has been impressed upon you the disappointment of your gender time and time again, now you have the explicit chance of making it work.

By marrying Tsukishima Kei.

“It’s the only way you’ll stay his wife.” She sniffed, mouth curled with a pointed look down on you in her imported heels and nauseating jasmine perfume. Jasmine was never going to be the same to you. “Even if he gets many a mistress, as long as you bear a male heir, you’re safe. And not a disgrace to the family.”

Then she sighed, as if she had given up before the war was even called. To her, with your books, your plain looks, and your quiet nature that when you do speak is nothing but sharp words and deadpan honesty— you were nothing but a failure already. It was why she ensured everything you ever possibly owned has been shipped with this trip with you.

Because you have no home to return to anymore. This was do or die.

“Mai is so slow, she’s probably not done fixing all your things. Make sure not to be too friendly with her on board. As soon as you enter that train, you are no longer just you, but the potential wife of the next Tsukishima head. Act like it by not befriending servants. Goodbye, y/n. And good luck.”

The good luck is a wisp of a back hand wave, as if she didn’t expect much from you.

Good.

Because as soon as you arrived at the Tsukishima estate, you were going to prostrate and refuse the marriage. You want nothing to do with their household, or their son.

But that’s a battle for another day.

Four more days precisely.

It doesn’t matter, you think, staring up at the great big machine that promised new beginnings and lives. Because as soon as you were on the train, you were going to be free.

  +

   The first-class carriage was as plush and lush as one could expect it to be. Not at all like the local line that runs across your house and the market where you waste all your money on sweets and newly strung books that have come in. Despite old people’s hurrah that printing presses were going to be the downfall of education— sharing it to all, bah! Even to young women! — the smell of new paper and old glue felt like an old friend. It’s also where you buy sweet tea in metallic cups from the charming old lady by the docks, and walnut cakes from her husband who gives you extra with a toothy smile.

You were going to miss home, and the difference between your life there and your possible future with the Tsukishima household has never been more apparent to you; sitting in the first class dinner lounge with Mai, a young girl designated as your maid in waiting and chaperone for the trip, five years younger than you. She was bright eyed, scarred hands, and near gaping at the extravagance of the crystal glasses and plush leather seats.

She sat ramrod straight, a mimic to your practices that your aunt had told her to copy lest she wanted to embarrass you, but her giddiness was unmistakable. Even in her best clothes.

“Isn’t that the princess?” she hushedly, excitedly, whispered to you, eyes glittering at the woman on the far corner. “She looks so dapper!”

“Hush,” you say without reprimand, smiling slightly. “Keep to yourself. You know it’s rude to stare and ogle.”

“Oh, yes, of course.” She fluttered like a butterfly, fixing herself, but her eyes kept darting at all the other patrons in the dinner car.

You took a sip of your water, keeping to your little table in a picture of a calm dinner with a chaperone, but your head is as curious as ever, eyes darting over your glass across the people in your vicinity. This little society of first class ticket owners— like characters from a book.

At Mai’s excitement, your eyes reached the princess first. She sat primly off to one of the booths, dainty, wrinkled hands peeking from underneath precious lace and silk, eyes kept to her meal as she speared the fish. You knew it was specially made, as there hadn’t been an option in the menu when the waiter came. Princess Ryu, last of her line, with her secretary in front of her, a woman younger by twenty years from the princess, about forty to fifty, judging by her face and mannerisms. She held a nicely bounded book, one you might buy in the city or exported from some foreign land, with gold embellishments in a language you didn’t recognise.

“Oh, put the book down,” the princess sharply snapped, a whip of a pearl encrusted fan the colour of porcelain. It startled you, but you keep it together, lest you get accused of snooping. “It’s dinner. One shouldn’t read at the dinner table. Honestly.”

Instead of a fitful of apologies on a nervous-stricken woman, her secretary bowed respectfully, setting her book down. “My apologies, your highness.”

“Hmp.”

You bit back a smile, turning to the other patrons. There was that well known radio host, a charming man with a peppy smile stretched taunt on very organised skin, chatting animatedly who you can only assume to be a Catholic priest. A bald, aging man who mutely nodded every now and again, finishing his beef tartare as he politely listened to whatever ‘entrancing’ story the radio host with his boxed Western suit the colour of sand was rambling on.

In the far corner, standing up to move to the bar, a couple. The wife, elegant and precise in her movements, wore a Tomesode as she took her husband’s hand and raised herself in complete poise from her position. You couldn’t help it, staring at them the most.

That could be you, your aunt’s voice pressed, haunting and haughty. Then a shrill, mocking laugh. Oh, but she’s perfect! That’s what you should strive for. Elegant. Poise. Feminine in every aspect where you. . . lack.

You shook your head as the husband gave his wife a gentle kiss on the hand— her head always bowed, almost as if she wasn’t allowed to look at him in the eye — and he sidled up to a chair whilst she walked back to the compartments alone, slow but precise in her movements, chin now raised after yielding complete deference to her husband. Her face was painted perfectly and her smile was poised.

When she met your eye, she smiled gently and you could only mimic in response.

I’m never going to be like her, you think. I don’t ever want to be like her.

She looked like she was built for it. You don’t think you could.

Oh, and the other person.

The last person of note in the first class lounge, a man in a dark blue suit, Western again, with a matching hat. You and Mai had come in late for the dinner hour, and he had already started the night with drinking from your arrival. He had started with two women— both, disappearing after a while to god only knows where — with scandalously scarlet lips and bitter rogues. Their laughter was impertinent and bright, and you were transfixed.

But even more so with the man they positively clung to.

He was too far for your ears to hear what made them burst out in giggles that had the princess scowling, but he seemed. . . plain. Straw blond hair and a carefully pointed jaw. You saw a flash of a hand, a gleam of a watch, and a few times— a nose. But from your position and how he sat just facing a little bit away from you— more of his back and sides than anything else — he seemed ordinary.

“I heard,” Mai started, leaning forward to bring you back to the present. “That the princess is moving, that’s why she’s on the train. She brought many of very nice baubles and bits, things only nobility could ever get and a poor girl could ever dream of, miss. Imagine the sparkles! Worth more than a wage I could ever get working for any house, I’d reckon.”

She leaned forward a bit more, grasping her soup spoon in determined hush hush. “I heard it was because she fell in love. With a commoner. She’s been banished. They let her keep her crown though, as a sign of good faith. Though I don’t know what that meant.”

You bit your lip, trying very hard not to turn to the princess herself in a glaringly obvious way. Instead, you took your glass of water and tempered yourself. “It’s a move that displays sincerity. In this case, of the passing and possible removal of her from the royal line without actually removing her from the royal line. . . But where did you get all of this from?”

“From one of the maids, of course.”

“The train’s?”

“Hmm.”

You blinked, going through your memory. “I didn’t see any of them since we’ve boarded.”

“Oh, they’re here but they’re so very quiet.” Mai sat better, taking her napkin to her lips in a picture of practiced poise. You smiled in pride. “They’ve been trained to be seen and not heard, miss. They said they’d teach me later tonight, some really good hemming when I confessed I wasn’t any good at it.”

“Mhm. Maybe I should get some tips then.”

She blinked owlishly at you. “At hemming, miss?”

You smirked. “At being seen and not heard.”

Mai’s face immediately soured. “Ptooey. You don’t need to, miss. He should love you for who you are. You should always be heard. That’s what you told me. The louder the better.”

You laughed. “I was only joking. And I will be. I promise.”

“I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth, miss.” She leaned forward conspiratorially. “I could even help you with the body.”

“Mai!”

You were a little too loud in your shock, something you couldn’t control, that most of the patrons, even the man attending the bar and the few servants placed flat against the walls in a poise to blend in, all turned to your little table.

Mai, unused to the stares, immediately turned beet red as you cleared your throat, and stood up, whispering, “We should go.”

“Oh, yes, yes of course, miss, lovely dinner!”

Aware of the few continued gazes, you cleared your throat and stood up straighter, falling into line of what the practiced distance is between a lady and her companion, before moving forward.

As soon as you both left the dining car however, you pulled Mai close to you. “What else did you hear from the maids?”

“Hmm, not much, miss. Oh, well that radio host is probably visiting that very rich heiress he’s been courting a while now, very publicly. He’s a mouthy sort.”

“Mhm.” You tried to recall the conversations he was loudly laughing about, noting he did mention a marriage he was pursuing with a ‘mousy sorta lady’, and scrunched your nose. “What else?”

“Well.” Mai pursed her lips, tapping her bottom lip.

The walk back had a bit of length, even if the first class cars were very short, with only a few designated private rooms for the best of the best. But your booked space was at the near tail end, excluding the last two rooms reserved for another patron and one for the train itself. From your little research, it was usually reserved for the owner to personally use for a last minute jockey trip.

The rocking was steady, and the smell of freshly polished red oak and carpet were strong stenches. It was new and glimmering, and it felt like the future.

“The princess is bringing a lot of her things, she’s rented the room next to hers and they said her knight is guarding it,” Mai answered, thoughtfully thinking through her freshly picked up gossip. “I haven’t seen his face, but the maids said they’re delivering the food to him because he’s not allowed to leave it. They say he’s protecting her royal crown, the one she wore for her coronation.”

“Mmmh. Is she allowed to take that?”

Mai shrugged. “Dunno. But she should, shouldn’t she? Because she’s a princess. And it’s her crown.”

It’s more complicated than that, you wanted to voice out, but thought better of it. “And the rooms beside ours?”

“Oh, we’re in between one of the patrons— the guy with the lots of ladies who fawn over him, who I found out he brought from the second class carriage — and the room with the knight.”

“Mmh. Sounds scandalous.”

Mai giggled as you both stopped in front of your room. It was fairly simple with two wide couches on each side, green and velvety plush, with a small table. As she started fixing for tonight’s first sleep in, your eyes are occupied by the light shining underneath the room where the knight and the princess’ supposed treasures.

“It’s a mark,” you muttered to yourself. You wondered about the people you’ve seen in the dinner car, and even a few of the staff that you saw and heard from Mai— eight other patrons, four maids, a bartender, a chef, and a valet — all kept in four cars that occupied the first class suite.

And you wonder.

Why the uneasy and exciting feeling went sparking within you, tangling like two electric currents in anticipation— you shuddered to think what it could mean. So instead, you stepped into the room, Mai’s humming thrilling the small four corners as the train continue on, and wished no bigger surprises in this trip.

   +

    Waking up to a moving train was still a different experience than waking up on solid ground. The movement is lulling as it is something that jerks you awake when it hits a particular rail.

That was how you wake up, a particular bump that shocked you, blinking wildly.

“Ooh, that was a nasty little bump.” Mai’s bright voice woke you up further, humming and moving around the little expanse as she fiddled with the suitcases. She turned to you, smiling at your scowl. “That wasn’t a good greeting was it? Good morning, miss. Breakfast has been rung, but the bellboy— Sato-san — insisted we dine in the dinner car. The views are great, he said. I think we’re passing around mountains! All sorts of rocky cliffs and pretty trees. Your morning bath is prepared here as well, miss. Let’s get you ready.”

Since you were young, your mother had not impressed upon you the need for other ladies’ help in getting ready. It helped with your independence, something your father had merely sighed at when you were growing up. But when his sister had arrived with the upturned gaze of a society lady, her scorn had blended with his, immediately ordering the fix of attitude.

So even when you insisted, Mai forced her hand on practicing her training as a lady’s maid. Tying your ribbons, fixing your hair, and even adding a little colour to your cheeks with something your aunt had insisted upon you wear on the daily

When you finally arrive at the dining car— postures practiced, perfected, and tiring, and stopped before the actual entrance as her highness’ expensive beaded outfit and colourful hat, tilted with three peacock feathers, and dodging that as it twirled in an angry huff.

“I refuse to have breakfast with undesirables,” she huffed, ranting as she walked briskly, her lady in waiting at her very heel. “The company will hear a word from me I tell you!”

You and Mai shared a look as you turn back to the aftermath, all heads turned and awkwardly looking away at the little commotion, sans the man from the bar from before. Corn blond hair now in a powder blue suit, his back was turned, but when he spoke— deep but not too heavy, melodious and quite attractive — it was something that you felt enthralled to listen to.

“Undesirables,” he mused, turning to the dark haired woman— scratch that — women he was sandwiched in. Their perfumes and heavy makeup, sultry gazes and purring nature, were undeniable. They were the very same from yesterday. He lifted her chin as if inspecting her fluttering lashes, mouth tilted.

This was the very first time you actually saw his face, though half of it.

“I dare say, you were very desirable last night, my love. If only she could hear the sweet sounds you were singing.”

Mai flushed pink, the rest of the room coughing as you blinked impercibly. No one, not even the priest half choking on his morning rolls, did not know what that meant.

The husband and wife from last night— the wife in a new kimono and a new glass ornament in her soft, managed hair, flipped a fan to hide her face. 

“And,” the man continued, voice louder this time, as if he was addressing the rest of the room with a simple smile and a honeyed voice. “If the rest of us were more. . . open minded to the status of all, we’d all have a little bit better experience in this godforsaken train.”

When he had turned to look particularly at everyone, your hunch was correct, smiling vaguely at everyone’s awkward disposition as the room began moving on from the show, coughing and muttering it away.

One of the waiter’s approached the two of you, Mai still pink and you still watching the man— something about him was terribly familiar and exotic at the same time, it was on the tips of your fingers and it was frustrating — with a careful posture and a practiced smile.

“Yes, hello, uh, Miss L/N and Miss M-Mai.” He cleared his throat and it made you look at him properly. He was young, freckled, and had a kind face. “Shall I get you the morning set? Traditional breakfast of—”

But you had tune him out again, watching the as the man from earlier stood up, putting on his hat, whilst one of the ladies picked up his gloves and the other his cane, helping him put everything on with casual intimacy, thanking them with a kiss on each cheek, and started exiting, as a first class patron, the wrong way. The other end of the car that was soon to reach the second class cabooses.

When he let them go first, a gentleman of every degree, his eyes met yours. Your staring was unmistakable and this wasn’t the first time you ever got caught, but instead of shrinking or turning away, you met his stare head on.

He tilted his head at you, smile stretched.

You only stared.

Ah. I know who you are now.

   +

   Tsukishima Akiteru. The eldest of the Tsukishima Clan, a bachelor, and considered a wastrel. He was already considered the more subpar substitute to his genius of a younger sibling, already showing signs of incredible calibre at a young age, and when the older Tsukishima had gone on his Expedition across continents, the one only young men were allowed to do without chaperones, while ladies had to fight tooth and nail for, news and rumours of his pursuits and travels had spread across the country.

He left a string of women, mentioned to have been seen in magnanimous parties of magnanimous people of the highest of societies, and the darker ones; heard he collapsed in Hong Kong during the opioid boom, well I heard he was in those… ‘parties’ in the height of Paris. Well I thought—

It went on, a string of shocking events and accomplishments.

It didn’t help that when Tsukishima Kei was officially announced to be the next head after the death of their grandfather, and it was heard that the dying man spent the last of his seconds cursing the older Tsukishima that if he ever dared to take the position, he’d come back alive just to strangle him.

Last you ever actually heard about him was that he was in the same region as your hometown, during a late breakfast with your aunt. She had been intrigued by his supposed charm that had a Russian nobleman bowing, but after a sharp glare from your father, she was changing her tune to telling you to look the other way if you ever see him.

But how are you suppose to look away now, when he’s blocking the door to your own room, lying on the side of it with a friendly smile. You looked and felt like a trapped mouse, the room a vanguard, and the cat just at the exit.

Why did Mai have to talk to the maids now?

Or was he waiting for me to be alone?

“You’re my brother’s fiance, yes?”

Alright, lying is not an option. You fixed your blouse, more than aware of his keen, imploring gaze despite the casual smile. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think this is appropriate. My handmaiden isn’t here and I—”

“— haven’t met my loving younger brother yet, yes, I know.” He cleared his throat, fixing his tie as he tilted his head at the room. “May I?”

You narrowed your eyes, contemplating the rules and etiquette between your future brother in law versus your own curiosities. “Please. Although I do wonder how you know that,” you said as he bowed and made himself comfortable on the opposite seat. “Considering my own fiance hasn’t seen a portrait of myself.”

He stiffened. When he raised his head, you almost smiled at the strain you saw in keeping up his facade. Every bone in your body told you he was more than just the gallivanting, useless older brother he presented himself to be. There was a dangerous undertone to his person.

And everything in your senses kicked to figure it out.

“That’s impossible. Your father must’ve sent at least one.”

You shook your head. “My father is still dealing with the fact that your family might think they’re sending my cousin, who is the actual beauty of the family. She’s the one who would be the perfect match, but alas, she’s already getting married in the spring. Out of love.”

“Mhm. I think you’re selling yourself short, my lady.” He smiled, tantalising and warm.

“And charm won’t get you anywhere with me. What I want to know is why you’re here.”

“The truth?”

“Nothing less.”

He exhaled. “I am here to escort you. To ensure your safety when you arrive at the family estate. Kei is young and his hold on his position is younger. His bride will help strengthen it and I’m here to ensure that.”

You sighed. “I gathered. But really? In the guise of a wanton man?”

He laughed, surprised. “I didn’t realise the future lady of the household would use such crude language.”

You blushed, knowing this was one of your faults and this man was still someone from the same house you were marrying into. “My apologies.”

“Please, you don’t have to. I find it refreshing.”

“I don’t think your brother will.”

He shrugged. “Might help him ease into the role. One of my fears as his darling brother is that he becomes too much like our father. And his father before him. And his father before him.” He adjusted himself, moving his cane around the pads of his palm. “But more than that, I am here to protect you. And at the same time, I hope you make my job easier by keeping your nose where it only belongs.”

“. . . And pray tell, where does my nose belong?”

“Away from curiosities.” He stood up, offering a gloved hand at you. When you took it, he held you strong as you stood up. The space is small enough that you are dwarfed by his presence. His soft hair, kind eyes, and noncommittal smile. “I won’t be able to protect you otherwise, my lady.”

You’ve met many people of all kinds and types, their honesties and secrets.

And there was a part of Tsukishima Akiteru that was lying.

  +

  There was something in the air, in the train, after that encounter with the elder Tsukishima. A nervous, unfound smog that was naked to the eye. There was something happening, underneath the casual dinners and afternoon interactions with your temporary neighbours. Dodging the endless chatter of the radio host and keeping an eye on Akiteru-san had been a little dancing to a tune you were familiar with.

You had even become friends with the wife, known as Sane-san. She was polite but not snobbish, and had complimented you on your tea-making skills.

But the energy is unmistakable. There was something in the air.

And when the princess’ crown had disappeared a day before the train was set to reach the destination, the uproar that it caused nearly brought the train to a stop.

   +

   “It must be one of those whores!” wailed the princess from inside the room she had rented for her valuables as everyone looked on in morbid curiosity. The staff shivered at her booming wails, all lined up for her knight— a tall man with a scar running down his left eye and his sword pulled out — to guard over.

“What happened?” you asked, as Mai tugged you to the commotion.

“The princess’ crown has been stolen, miss, and one of her baubles her-her, uh, the thing.” She shook her own ear.

“Earrings.”

“Yes, that! Oh, and she’s positively roaring, she’s been throwing a fit since. Everyone who works here is trying to calm her down, but her rage is intense and her knight has pulled out his sword. I think we’re going to have blood in the train!”

“Don’t wish so, Mai,” you harshly whispered at her.

“Sorry, sorry.” But she was distracted by it all, as everyone peered into the wide open room full of paintings, a dresser, suitcases and silks spilling out of them.

But your gaze was quickly moved when Tsukishima Akiteru stepped in, clearing his throat as he took off his hat. “They’re not whores, your highness. They were perfectly respectable ladies of the night.”

She spun at his voice, the rage of a thousand men in her eyes that it sprung tears to leak. “You. This is all your fault! I want you dead! Sanjiro!”

Mai blinked. “Dead— ?”

Gasps and shrieks leaked out in the small crowd as the knight pulled his sword and swung right at Akiteru’s neck. At one point, one of the screams was yours. But Akiteru remained completely standing, both of his hands raised with one eyebrow cocked. He faced the knight with a cool look.

“I can solve this for you, your highness.” He addressed her but his eyes were at her knight. Encumbered by the sharp steel on his neck. A few beads of blood popped. “I’m sure you already know my role in the family.”

“The guard dog of the Tsukishima Estate,” Sane-san’s husband, Hatake-san, mumbled.

Akiteru smiled. “Exactly. I clean up people’s messes, more than my own. And I can find you the perpetrator who does deserve the blade. But I won’t be able to if my head rolls before the sun sets. What do you say, your highness?”

She sniffled, scowl still in place. “You have until sundown. But I tell you this, Tsukishima-san. A head will roll before the moon rises. Be it yours or your accursed perpetrator. Better get on it.”

part two.

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Itty Bitty Imps chapter 19: Fizzarolli the strong and Blitzø the brave! ❤️🦒🐒🐊💚

Summary:

Blitzø and Fizzarolli's play date!

Notes:

TW: Diapers, anxiety, stress, lots of cuteness 😱

I don't know what else to add lol lmk if I missed anything

~~~Stolas, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli, and Blitzø~~~

Since Blitzø and Fizzarolli have agreed to be friends in headspace. Asmodeus and Stolas have decided meeting once a month for a play date would be a perfect idea to get used to things.

The littles can play and the caregivers can converse and support one another.

Except... there was a slight problem, See, Fizzarolli regressed almost immediately, But, Blitzø was still having some trouble...

Stolas and Blitzø sat down on a couch opposite of Asmodeus and Fizzarolli. It was painfully awkward as Asmodeus and Stolas talked about caregiver stuff, while Blitzø only sat there silently with his arms crossed.

Fizzarolli was perfectly happy at least, coloring quietly, not really caring what the others were doing. "Look, Blitzo! I colored a dog."

"Nice." Blitzø says, not sure what kind of reaction Fizz was looking for.

"Fizzarolli is absolutely adorable. How old is he now?"

"Fizz?"

"Uhm...seven?" Fizz guessed. "I think."

"Wow, seven. Such a big boy, hm?" Stolas asks.

"Mhm." Fizz agrees.

"Actually, he doesn't regress that young. The youngest Fizzarolli has regressed to is four. But, his papers said his youngest is five." Asmodeus explains.

"Littles can regress younger or older than what is said. They're only usually just trying give you an estimate." Stolas explains. "Four is still pretty big, he's never regressed younger?" Stolas asks.

Asmodeus shakes his head.

"Blitzø at his youngest is around one, and I don't think he's ever been older than four." Stolas says.

"My, that is very little. So is he usually in diapers?" Asmodeus asks.

Blitzø leans further back is his chair.

"Yes, a lot of the time." Stolas answers. "It took a little getting used to, but I think we've gotten to a point where it's rote routine."

Blitzø remains silent, curling into himself, suddenly regretting his decision to come here.

"That's good!" Asmodeus says. "We don't have a changing station in our nursery, but if we want to make this a regular thing, I wouldn't mind adding one." He offers.

"That's awfully generous." Stolas says. "I really should buy my own for Blitzy, I've been meaning to put in a proper nursery for him, but I do worry about overwhelming him."

"Could you maybe stop talking about me like I'm not here?" Blitzø asks, spitefully.

Stolas turns to Blitzø, cupping his cheek gently. "My apologies, dear. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Blitzø sighs, hands holding his arms anxiously.

Stolas side-eyes the Imp. "Blitzø..."

Blitzø looks away, breathing increasing, this was too much.

"Alright." Stolas sighs, realizing he was going to have to get Blitzø's to talk to him. "Asmodeus, would it be possible for Blitzø and I to have a few minutes alone?" Stolas asks.

Asmodeus nods. "Of course, the nursery is through that door." He says, "or if you'd prefer, there's a spare bedroom upstairs to the right."

Stolas grabs his diaper bag and takes Blitzø's hand. "Thank you."

Blitzø just lets Stolas lead him upstairs to the guest bedroom, it would be a lot worse if he tried to fight it- also, taking a few minutes away from...that was tempting.

Stolas lets Blitzø walk in first before closing the door behind him. "What's wrong, darling?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø's breath is still heavy, barley able to speak. "I...don't know..."

"It's alright." Stolas pets him gently. "It's just you and me now. Don't worry about them or what they're doing. I'm the only one here now. You're safe."

Blitzø nods. "Okay."

Stolas gently rubs Blitzø's arms to help calm him down. "You're alright."

Blitzø nods. "I'm okay...I just...I can't-"

Stolas waits patiently.

Blitzø pauses to think about it. "I guess...I don't know! It was easier and more natural when it was just you and Fizz at ou- your place." Blitzø explains. "Now, it's here and everyone expects me to...you know, it's overwhelming." He admits.

"We can leave." Stolas says. "Say the word, and we're out the door."

Blitzø can't just focus on Stolas right now, his mind was going ninety thousand miles an hour, while also somehow not moving at all. Asmodeus and Fizzarolli were out there, expecting him to regress, Stolas was expecting it too.

He's disappointing everyone...

Finally, Blitzø speaks. "But, Asmodeus-"

"I don't care." Stolas interrupts. "I'm here for you; not Asmodeus, not Fizzarolli. I honestly couldn't care less what they think. If you want to leave, we will." Stolas says firmly.

Blitzø thinks about it. Stolas seems to think this was a good idea, he seemed to be having the time of his life. Fizzarolli wanted this, and Blitzø did kinda owe him for...his lack of limbs.

Asmodeus wasn't the problem per-say. Blitzø just doesn't know him. All he knows is that he was a completely asshole to M&M at Ozzie's, not that he was one to talk.

The thought of regressing in front of someone new was scary...

'There are scarier things, aren't there, son?'

The idea of regressing is awfully tempting right now. Damn it! It was so easy when it was just Stolas, he was perfectly fine without everyone else.

But maybe if he just regressed...he wouldn't have to think about it. He won't remember all of it, it'll be more natural, he just had to wait it out.

"We don't have to leave." Blitzø decides.

"What do you want to do then?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø shrugs. "I don't know..." he sits down on the bed. "I just wish I could just regress and get this over with."

"What if I helped you regress now?" Stolas asks. "Would that make things easier?" Stolas asks.

"Maybe..." Blitzø shrugs.

Stolas sits down next to Blitzø and gently pets his head. "What is it?" Stolas asks, he can tell there's something going on.

"Loona knows about me." He confessed.

"What?" Stolas asks.

"Loona, my daughter. She knows about me being a little." He explains.

"Oh." Stolas says, not sure exactly what else he could say, this was not expected.

"Yeah... I guess it's good that she knows, but I would have much rather keep this part of me and my adult life separate." Blitzø admits, pulling his legs up to the bed so he can hug his knees. "But now, it's too late for that."

Stolas set a hand on the imp's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Blitzø. Unfortunately things don't always work the way we want them to." Stolas says.

Blitzø relaxed a little with Stolas comforting touch. "Yeah."

"I imagine that her knowing would be rather stressful." Stolas says. "Maybe even scary?" He asks.

Blitzø shrugs. "I guess."

"It's okay to feel stressed out or even scared about it." Stolas says. "It's a very vulnerable part of you. You don't have to share this with someone if you don't want to."

Blitzø sighs. "The idea of regressing in front of Ozzie is a lot. I don't like people seeing me when I'm weak or helpless." Blitzø admits.

"You're not weak." Stolas says firmly.

Blitzø sighs. "Stolas-"

"Regressing doesn't make you weak, in fact, it proves how strong you are." Stolas explains. "Not everyone has the strength to deal with this the way you do. And you deal with it so well. Do you understand me?"

Blitzø nods.

"Good. Because even if others don't see it, I do. And you need to aswell." Stolas says. "You're the bravest person I know. Loona knows how brave you are, and Ozzie will see it too."

Blitzø thought about it. "Thanks, Stolas."

"Of course." Stolas says. "Anytime."

"Stolas?" Blitzø asks.

"Yes, darling?" He asks.

"Will you help me regress?" Blitzø asks.

"Are you sure you're okay with regressing now?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø nods. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Stolas gently pet his head. "Alright, Blitzy, let's get you dressed."

~~~Asmodeus and Fizzarolli~~~

"Can I wear makeup now, please?" Fizzarolli asks the minute Stolas and Blitzø went upstairs.

"Well...I suppose that would be alright. Get your makeup bag and I'll do it for you."

"Yes! Thanks, Ozzie!" Fizz says, running to grab the makeup bag and giving it to Asmodeus.

"Bug, I know you're excited, but you can't run in the house, remember? You'll get hurt." Asmodeus says.

"Sorry." Fizzarolli says.

"It's alright, just be careful next time." Ozzie kisses Fizz's head. "Alright," he opens the box, "what colors would you like?"

"Mmm black and gween!"

"Black and green it is." He says. "And which look do you want?" He asks, holding up a book with a bunch of different clown looks.

"I wan this one!" He says. The one he picked has diamond under and over the eyes and hearts on the cheeks.

Asmodeus smiles. "Great choice, Fizz. I love that one." He says. He makes the hearts a light green and the diamonds black. He covered his face in white and of course painted on his bright red nose.

Fizzarolli squeals happily upon seeing it. "Thank you, Ozzie!" He says, hugging his beloved rooster friend.

"Of course, bug. Anything for you."

"I'm gonna make friendship bracelets for everyone!" Fizz decides.

"Okay, put the makeup bag away first." Asmodeus says.

"Okay, Ozzie." He says, quickly picking everything up to put it away.

"Thank you, love bug." Asmodeus praises. "You're doing so good."

~~~Stolas and Blitzø~~~

Stolas undressed Blitzø carefully.

Blitzø wanted to protest that he could do this himself, but he knew Stolas would point out that having his caregiver dress him will help him regress faster and more naturally.

As Stolas removes Blitzø's choker and set it on the end table, Blitzø thought about Tilla...

Would she really hate who he was now? Was Fizz right?

Stolas grabbed a diaper from his bag.

"I don't need a diaper." Blitzø says quickly.

"I know, darling. But, I think you should wear one just in case." Stolas says.

Blitzø frowns, starting to tear up. "Bu'...I don' wan' one." He whines. "Pease, no diape." He asks.

He regressed so fast, it took Stolas aback.

Stolas pats his head. "I'm so sorry, darling. But, it's only a precaution. You don't have to use it. I only want to ensure that you stay dry today." He explains. The truth of the matter was, with all the stress, Blitzø may regress younger, even if he doesn't start out that young, and he would surely have complications going to Stolas if he needed a diaper later.

Blitzø whines again. "Pease?" He asks.

"How about a compromise? You wear a pull-up as extra protection, and if you regress younger, you have to tell me." Stolas suggests.

Blitzø thinks about it. It was still scary, but he did trust Stolas. So, he agrees. "Okay, Stowes."

"That's my brave boy." Stolas cooes, leaning close to kiss his head.

~~~Later: Fizzarolli, Blitzø, Asmodeus, and Stolas~~~

Stolas holds Blitzø's hand as they walk down the stairs. Stolas isn't quite sure how old Blitzø was- he assumed somewhere between 3-4.

"There they are." Asmodeus says. "You two okay?" He asks.

Stolas nods. "Yes, everything is fine. Blitzø just needed a few minutes to regress properly."

Asmodeus smiles. "That's understandable."

"Hi Blitzo!" Fizzarolli calls out. "I made bracelets! I made a green one for you, and a red one for me."

Blitzø looks at Stolas who gives him a sympathetic smile, letting him know it was okay.

Blitzø turns back to Fizzarolli and takes the bracelet. "Thanks." He says, putting it on.

"I made one for you too, Stolas!" Fizz says, handing Stolas a purple bracelet.

"Why thank you, Fizzarolli." Stolas says, putting it on his wrist.

"Yours is purple and Ozzie's is blue!" Fizz explains. "That's the colors of you magic."

Stolas takes a seat. "If I may ask, why did you make Blitzø's green and yours red? Isn't your favorite color green?"

Fizzarolli nods. "Yeah, and Blitzo's favorite is red. It's just our thing." He says. "Right Blitzo?" Fizzarolli asks.

Blitzø smiles at Fizz and nods, it was like noting changed for Fizz...that both gave Blitzø a sense of comfort and fear.

"Can I show Blitzo the playroom now?" Fizzarolli asks.

"If Blitzø wants to see it, and Stolas is okay with it." Asmodeus says.

Fizzarolli looks to Blitzø and Stolas.

Blitzø turns to Stolas who nods. "I suppose that would be alright." Stolas says.

Asmodeus gets up. "We should go too, to keep an eye on them."

Stolas smiles, feeling more okay with this.

~~~

Both Fizzarolli and Blitzø head to the large play room, the caregivers following after them.

While Fizz dragged Blitzø by the hand to show him around, Stolas and Asmodeus sat down at the table in the middle of the playroom.

"Fizzarolli, don't run. Blitzø is younger than you, remember?" Asmodeus asks.

"Sorry, dad." Fizz says, walking slower.

Asmodeus takes a deep breath. "It's alright, just listen next time." He says.

"Okay, daddy." Fizz says. "Come on, Blitzo!"

Once fizz and Blitzø were out of earshot, Stolas turns to Ozzie. "It's awfully strange that Fizz is still using Blitzo instead of Blitzø. We've corrected him, and he's continued to use his old name."

"I guess he's just used to saying Blitzo." Asmodeus shrugs. "Some people just need some time to adjust."

Stolas hums, not too sure. "Maybe..."

~~~Fizzarolli and Blitzø:~~~

"Blitzo let's play a game!" Fizzarolli says, "I never had another little to play with before! This is going to be so fun!" He giggles.

Blitzø holds his arms anxiously, worried about what Fizz may have in mind...what if he's not good at the game? What if he's too little for it?

"What's wrong, Blitzo?" Fizzarolli asks.

Blitzø doesn't answer.

"Are you scared?" Fizzarolli guesses.

Blitzø reluctantly nods.

"Oh, well that's okay. I'm here with you! We're a team." Fizz explains, holding up his wrist where the bracelet was.

Blitzø's expression doesn't change, so fizz tries something else.

"We can play explorers! Exploring the jungle that is the playroom, we can travel this new horizon together." Fizz suggests.

Blitzø's expression changed from scared to contemplating.

"If you fall, I'll catch you, we're in this together." Fizz promised.

Fizz was always there to catch him before...Blitzø can trust him, right?

"My robot arms are really strong and stretchy, I promise I'm strong enough." He says. "Okay, Blitzø?"

Blitzø thinks about it, then smiles. "Okay, Fizz." He says.

"Hey, you talked!" Fizzarolli says.

"Oh, uhm...yeah. Is that okay?" Blitzø asks.

"Of course, silly goose!" Fizz says. "It's okay when you don't talk too, I just want to say that I think it's nice that you're talking."

Blitzø's expression shifted, first feeling anxious and conflicted, but now feeling a lot more confident. "Okay, let's fucking do this!" He says.

"Language!" Stolas scolds from where he was.

"Shall we be explorers, Blitzo?" Fizz asks.

"Yeah!" Blitzø shouts.

Fizzarolli ran to the dress up area and grabbed one safari hat and a hard hat. He gave Blitzø the safari hat, and kept the hard hat for himself. He figured it might make Blitzø feel special to get the better hat. "Follow me." He says.

First they travel through the jungle gym, crawling and climbing around the place, making observations when they saw something, discussing different animals and such, Fizzarolli even took a few imaginary photos.

"A giraffe!" Fizzarolli shouts.

"That's not a giraffe." Blitzø says. "That there is the super rare monkey giraffe."

"Click." Fizzarolli take a picture with his imaginary camera.

"That's a good one." Blitzø says, looking at the imaginary photo. "Those monkey giraffes sure are hard to capture on tape."

Fizzarolli nods. "This picture will be great for our museum." He says before continuing their journey.

They suddenly reach a point where they had to climb up some rope structures.

"Spider webs!" Fizzarolli says. "So strong we can just climb right up. Come on!" He says, climbing easily up the ropes.

Blitzø wasn't sure he'd be able to do it, but it was surprisingly easy, he managed to make it the whole way!

"Good job, Blitzo!" Fizzarolli says. "We're almost there!"

They reach the monkey bars next. "This is quite a challenge, Blitzø." Fizz explains. "Under there is water with crocodiles." He says.

"Lava crocks." Blitzø decides.

Fizz doesn't argue. "We can't let them get us, we'll have to swing through these vines." He says, touching the bars to demonstrate.

"Oh..." Blitzø says. "I don't know if I can." He says, he's feeling around four at the moment, he can talk and stuff, but he's still kinda young and it's hard to keep hold of those, and reach to the next one.

"Okay, I'll get across first." Fizz says. He swings through the vines (monkey bars) easily.

"Okay, your turn, Blitzo!" He shouts.

"Uhm...I don't know." Blitzø says.

"It's okay, I'm right here, If you fall, I'll catch you." Fizzarolli promised.

Stolas watches as this plays out, he stands up instinctively. "Blit-"

Asmodeus takes his hand. "It's okay, just give them a moment to try and figure it out." Asmodeus suggests.

Stolas wasn't sure, he anxiously watched them.

"Okay." Blitzø sighs, why couldn't he have robot arms?! He jumps up and latches onto one, trying to swing himself back and forth to reach the next one.

He finally reached out and took the next vine. (Bar)

Stolas and Asmodeus watch closely to make sure Blitzø was going to be okay, they were worried, but wanted to give him a chance.

But Fizz wasn't worried, he believe in his young friend. "You can do it, Blitzo! Grab the next one!"

Blitzø swallows nervously. "Okay..." he swings again and reaches for the next one.

"You got it!" Fizz praises.

Blitzø reaches for the next one, but slips, he couldn't react though, because it happened way too fast-

Fizzarolli stretches his arms quickly to grab Blitzø before he can reach the ground. "I got you!" He says, he pulls Blitzø to the platform he was on safely.

Both boys pant as they merely escaped being eaten by lava crocodiles.

"I almost got eaten." Blitzø frowns.

"I told you I wouldn't let you fall, Blitzo." Fizz says. "You're safe now."

Blitzø frowns, a tear falling down his face.

"What's wrong, Blitzo?" Fizz asks.

"I wasn't strong enough to make it on my own." Blitzø says. "I'm sorry, Fizz."

"Blitzo, it's okay. We're a team! It's okay if you need help. We help each other, it's what we do. Together we're strong."

"But you're stronger." Blitzø says.

"But, you're braver." Fizz says. "I would be playing alone if you weren't brave enough to come here."

Blitzø tilts his head. "Yeah?"

"Yeah! I'm too scared to play with anyone else. I only really like you." Fizz says. "I know you were scared to come here, that just proves how brave you are."

Blitzø hugs Fizzarolli tight. "Thanks, Fizz."

Fizzarolli smiles, hugging his friend back.

Everything was going to be okay for them, Fizz can tell.

Fizz looks up and takes Blitzø's hand. "Come on, there's way more jungle to explore!"

Blitzø giggles. "Yeah!"

~~~Later~~~

After the two of them were done playing, the caregivers put on a movie to help them settle down.

This resulted in Blitzø fast asleep on the floor, and Fizzarolli snuggled up with Asmodeus.

"Alright, Fizz. It's bedtime." Ozzie says.

"But, I don't want Blitzo to leave." Fizzarolli whines. "It's not fair."

"Blitzø will be back another time, dear." Stolas says.

Fizz sniffs. "Okay..."

Stolas picks up Blitzø, and Asmodeus does the same with Fizz.

They both walk to the nursery where Asmodeus set Fizz in his crib.

"Goodnight, bug." Ozzie says, giving the little one a quick kiss.

"Goodnight, Ozzie." He says. "Goodnight, Blitzo. Goodnight, Stolas." Fizzarolli says softly to the other two.

"Goodnight Fizzarolli." Stolas whispers back.

Fizzarolli yawns, falling asleep instantly as his head hit the pillow.

Asmodeus made a mental note to add an extra crib and a changing table later.

Stolas carried Blitzø back into the living room. "This was a good idea, Asmodeus. Thank you."

"And thank you, Stolas for the advice, and the support." Asmodeus says. "I think this will be good for us...and especially for them." Asmodeus smiles, patting Blitzø's head gently.

Stolas smiles back. "I think so too. I better take him back home. I'm sure after a long day of fun, a good long rest will do him some good."

Asmodeus chuckles. "You're right."

Stolas opens a portal back home. "Goodnight Asmodeus." He bows.

Asmodeus bows back as Stolas stepped through. "Goodnight, Stolas."

~~~Stolas and Blitzø~~~

Blitzø opens his eyes slowly as Stolas sets him down on the bed. "Stolas?" He mumbles.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Stolas asks, tucking him in gently but tightly.

"Mm' tired." Blitzø explains.

Stolas chuckles, nuzzling him. "I'm sure you are. You just rest, Darling. It's alright." Stolas hands him his stuffed horse- last he heard was named junebug, but Blitzø changes it so many times.

It didn't take a lot of convincing, Blitzø snuggled up with the toy and fell asleep just as fast as Fizzarolli did.

Solas caresses his cheek gently. "Sweet dreams, my brave knight."

Notes:

Got a little inspired by bluey. Hope it was worth the wait for you all!

-Please leave a comment if you liked it!

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Hiii! Can you do pakunoda, chrollo, machi, and UVOGIN reacting to a little sister in the phantom troupe that looks up to each as a parent or sibling and is a teen and powerful? Not a s/o!!!! And separately? Thank you!!!!!

Oh yeah, platonic yanderes are honestly amazing. Let’s get started shall we?

Pakunoda:

We love this girl, with every fiber of my being and your being. Fight me.

Less of an older sibling and more of a mother type to be honest. She adores watching you fight, it’s like she takes pride in watching you kick ass while she sits back and relaxes.

One hundred and ten percent will be an amazing teammate. Probably the best one as she will go long range and undercover while you act as a bodyguard of sorts. Depending on your nen of course, but let’s say you are also adverse in combat since that can easily be concidered powerful.

Now, she has a certain air to her, kinda like Chrollo but a bit different. The Troupe respect and value her, they also know she is kinda the voice of reason in many situations. With that being said she’ll give a harsh glare to anyone who tries you. They’ll know not to do it again simply off of that. Though, she isn’t super controlling or possessive. She’s more like a proud older sister/mother type that will always support you.

Chrollo:

Chrollo lives you, and everyone knows not to mess with you. None of them will anyway.

He is perfectly fine with letting you do whatever you want, kill, steal, go to a cafè nearby for a drink. Go ahead, do what you want little child. He will support you and give you the go to anything you want.

It’ll be annoying though, as anything you do he will pretty much dismiss it. If you go rouge on a mission and cause a bit of problems, he won’t care. Uvogin, Phinks and Nobunaga are known to do stuff like that too so who cares. Actually, good for you! Chrollo supports the senseless murder. Just don’t get in his way, then there might be a scolding.

He will treat you like a kid for sure, if you whine he will patiently tell you why you shouldn’t. If he says no, he will do it gentley like a mother to a toddler. Kinda funny and kinda demeaning.

You will always be paired with him, him and two other members of course. He will let you deal with trouble because he knows you can, but if trouble gets too intense he will as well. You will stay behind him and help guard his blind spot, he knows you can keep up by now, and he will take care of the issue. Chrollo spoils you rotten, so if you aren’t involved you will retaliate.

That being said, itty bitty bits of manipulation to keep you in line is what he goes for. He still loves ya’ though.

Machi:

Definantly a big sister, she will tell you off whenever she can. The lady just can’t help it, she wants to make sure you are safe.

Speaking of which, even though you are strong enough to protect yourself, and even a few of the other members, she will make sure you don’t do anything stupid.

Machi will watch from afar too, so whenever you try to sneak a card from the deck or steal from Phinks just for a reaction, she’ll know and she’ll call you out on it.

She sees everything! And knows everything. You might not see her on your travels, but she’s there. Total stalker, but she means well, she just wants to make sure you are safe. She secretly adores it when you kick ass, makes her proud. You’ll never hear her say that though.

Uvogin:

The obvious big brother/best friend type. He’ll teach you everything he knows, and he will make sure you both go out to kick ass. He’s okay with this arrangement, and you two are practically attached by the hips.

Some people think he practically adopted you with how close you two are. He supports anything you do, he helps you do it too. Killing, stealing, getting a shaved ice cone and leaving without paying. Anything goes with him.

He will let you fight a lot, and if things gets a little rough he’ll join in to fuck things up. If things get too difficult, he’ll will break loose and you’ll have to dodge his onslaught.

You get everything first though, and he’ll spoil you rotten with whatever you want. He’ll go beyond to make you happy, he just loves your overconfident personality, reminds him of a little version of himself. It’s cute and endearing.