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mariacallous · 19 days ago

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In the near future one hacker may be able to unleash 20 zero-day attacks on different systems across the world all at once. Polymorphic malware could rampage across a codebase, using a bespoke generative AI system to rewrite itself as it learns and adapts. Armies of script kiddies could use purpose-built LLMs to unleash a torrent of malicious code at the push of a button.

Case in point: as of this writing, an AI system is sitting at the top of several leaderboards on HackerOne—an enterprise bug bounty system. The AI is XBOW, a system aimed at whitehat pentesters that “autonomously finds and exploits vulnerabilities in 75 percent of web benchmarks,” according to the company’s website.

AI-assisted hackers are a major fear in the cybersecurity industry, even if their potential hasn’t quite been realized yet. “I compare it to being on an emergency landing on an aircraft where it’s like ‘brace, brace, brace’ but we still have yet to impact anything,” Hayden Smith, the cofounder of security company Hunted Labs, tells WIRED. “We’re still waiting to have that mass event.”

Generative AI has made it easier for anyone to code. The LLMs improve every day, new models spit out more efficient code, and companies like Microsoft say they’re using AI agents to help write their codebase. Anyone can spit out a Python script using ChatGPT now, and vibe coding—asking an AI to write code for you, even if you don’t have much of an idea how to do it yourself—is popular; but there’s also vibe hacking.

“We’re going to see vibe hacking. And people without previous knowledge or deep knowledge will be able to tell AI what it wants to create and be able to go ahead and get that problem solved,” Katie Moussouris, the founder and CEO of Luta Security, tells WIRED.

Vibe hacking frontends have existed since 2023. Back then, a purpose-built LLM for generating malicious code called WormGPT spread on Discord groups, Telegram servers, and darknet forums. When security professionals and the media discovered it, its creators pulled the plug.

WormGPT faded away, but other services that billed themselves as blackhat LLMs, like FraudGPT, replaced it. But WormGPT’s successors had problems. As security firm Abnormal AI notes, many of these apps may have just been jailbroken versions of ChatGPT with some extra code to make them appear as if they were a stand-alone product.

Better then, if you’re a bad actor, to just go to the source. ChatGPT, Gemini, and Claude are easily jailbroken. Most LLMs have guard rails that prevent them from generating malicious code, but there are whole communities online dedicated to bypassing those guardrails. Anthropic even offers a bug bounty to people who discover new ones in Claude.

“It’s very important to us that we develop our models safely,” an OpenAI spokesperson tells WIRED. “We take steps to reduce the risk of malicious use, and we’re continually improving safeguards to make our models more robust against exploits like jailbreaks. For example, you can read our research and approach to jailbreaks in the GPT-4.5 system card, or in the OpenAI o3 and o4-mini system card.”

Google did not respond to a request for comment.

In 2023, security researchers at Trend Micro got ChatGPT to generate malicious code by prompting it into the role of a security researcher and pentester. ChatGPT would then happily generate PowerShell scripts based on databases of malicious code.

“You can use it to create malware,” Moussouris says. “The easiest way to get around those safeguards put in place by the makers of the AI models is to say that you’re competing in a capture-the-flag exercise, and it will happily generate malicious code for you.”

Unsophisticated actors like script kiddies are an age-old problem in the world of cybersecurity, and AI may well amplify their profile. “It lowers the barrier to entry to cybercrime,” Hayley Benedict, a Cyber Intelligence Analyst at RANE, tells WIRED.

But, she says, the real threat may come from established hacking groups who will use AI to further enhance their already fearsome abilities.

“It’s the hackers that already have the capabilities and already have these operations,” she says. “It’s being able to drastically scale up these cybercriminal operations, and they can create the malicious code a lot faster.”

Moussouris agrees. “The acceleration is what is going to make it extremely difficult to control,” she says.

Hunted Labs’ Smith also says that the real threat of AI-generated code is in the hands of someone who already knows the code in and out who uses it to scale up an attack. “When you’re working with someone who has deep experience and you combine that with, ‘Hey, I can do things a lot faster that otherwise would have taken me a couple days or three days, and now it takes me 30 minutes.’ That's a really interesting and dynamic part of the situation,” he says.

According to Smith, an experienced hacker could design a system that defeats multiple security protections and learns as it goes. The malicious bit of code would rewrite its malicious payload as it learns on the fly. “That would be completely insane and difficult to triage,” he says.

Smith imagines a world where 20 zero-day events all happen at the same time. “That makes it a little bit more scary,” he says.

Moussouris says that the tools to make that kind of attack a reality exist now. “They are good enough in the hands of a good enough operator,” she says, but AI is not quite good enough yet for an inexperienced hacker to operate hands-off.

“We’re not quite there in terms of AI being able to fully take over the function of a human in offensive security,” she says.

The primal fear that chatbot code sparks is that anyone will be able to do it, but the reality is that a sophisticated actor with deep knowledge of existing code is much more frightening. XBOW may be the closest thing to an autonomous “AI hacker” that exists in the wild, and it’s the creation of a team of more than 20 skilled people whose previous work experience includes GitHub, Microsoft, and a half a dozen assorted security companies.

It also points to another truth. “The best defense against a bad guy with AI is a good guy with AI,” Benedict says.

For Moussouris, the use of AI by both blackhats and whitehats is just the next evolution of a cybersecurity arms race she’s watched unfold over 30 years. “It went from: ‘I’m going to perform this hack manually or create my own custom exploit,’ to, ‘I’m going to create a tool that anyone can run and perform some of these checks automatically,’” she says.

“AI is just another tool in the toolbox, and those who do know how to steer it appropriately now are going to be the ones that make those vibey frontends that anyone could use.”

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morimens-news · 26 days ago

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Morimens English Localization Notes #1

Greetings, Keepers!

This is Ace, and I am currently working on Morimens' English localization.

First and foremost—thank you. Seriously. With a tiny but passionate team of devs, our localization journey hasn't been perfectly smooth, but your patience and encouragement have meant everything to us. We're so grateful you've stuck with us while we untangle typos, tweak tone, correct rich text tags, redesign interfaces, and try to make things feel right.

Moving forward, we'll be sharing these Localization Progress updates regularly. No fluff, just honest talk about where we are, what we're improving, and how we're working to continuously make things better.

Over the past 2 months, we've:

– Fixed over 26,000 lines of in-game text:

Our focus was on unifying combat-related terminology in character PVP/PVE skill descriptions and correcting technical issues like incorrect rich text tags, which caused color formatting errors or prevented number values from displaying properly. Normally, a task of this scale would take at least 5 localizers and LQA testers to complete in this timeframe. To speed things up, I taught myself Python (with our amazing QA team's help!) and wrote scripts to identify problematic tags. Thanks to these tools, we caught around 700 tag issues this round.

Some issues are still out there on the run. Some new issues arised from the introduction of new tools. We plan to keep improving the scripts, catch every punctuation/spelling issues, and dedicate more time to playtesting.

Currently, some terms remain inconsistent across areas such as Relic descriptions, Resonance descriptions, WoD descriptions, and Enlighten descriptions. We sincerely apologize for not being able to fix all of them in one go.

Thank you for your patience as we continue working on unifying these terms and resolving the remaining tag issues in upcoming updates. Issues like number values being incorrectly displayed as 'Arg1' will be addressed first.

Combat-Related Text Progress:

This month, we reviewed:

● 1,208 Skill Name terms (for both Awakeners and enemies)

● 62 Orison and State terms

● 156 Relic Name terms (about halfway; around 100 more to go!)

Based on your feedback from the last version, we learned that many of you prefer concise, clear translations. With that in mind, we left terms untouched unless they were mistranslated, overly long, or clearly awkward. We also checked with our amazing narrative designers to ensure that lore-specific terms were translated according to their original intent.

We've also carefully reviewed every player suggestion regarding term translations in the feedback channel. Your valuable input helps us continuously adjust our localization approach to better match your preferences!

Here are some examples for this time's term changes. We will release a full list of terms like last time as google sheet soon, starting with the Attributes. Some term might have been changed in skill descriptions but remain unchanged elsewhere—we will fix them in future updates.

Fixed over 100 UI issues:

These issues caused text in different languages to be cut off or improperly aligned. Fixing them often meant remaking interface layouts, rewriting text entries, and occasionally building things from scratch. I can't overstate how grateful I am to our diligent, talented UX designers! Despite tight schedules and many tasks already on their plates, they supported me every step of the way.There's still more work to be done. We'll continue tackling UI issues to ensure the multilingual experience is smooth and pleasant. Thank you, Keepers, for your patience and for reporting the problems you find!

Newly Proofread Content in the 1.5 Anniversary Update:

We've implemented human-proofread English text for:

● Liz's Psyche Deepdive story: Passion to Dust

● Lore Descriptions for the 4 new Basic Skins

● The 1.5 Anni Wheel of Destiny: Annihilated Rebirth

When our next Awakener, Castor (Ultra), is released, all of his Skill, Enlightenment, and Talent descriptions will also be human-translated.

As for the 1.5 Anniversary Event Story, Glimpse Beyond Sanctum—we originally planned to proofread it too. Unfortunately, due to our limited staff, the event script was finalized only one day before the version update, leaving no time for a human to translate it.We're aiming to release a quick-fix patch during one of the upcoming maintenance updates (schedule permitting) to correct several key errors—such as a mistranslated village name (it should be Celephais, in reference to Lovecraftian lore) and a few other inaccuracies.

During the initial release, another issue caused some English banner and event description texts to display incorrectly. This issue has been fixed through a hotfix update.

Previously, when we used GPT translation for all content, any changes to the Chinese text would automatically trigger an update to the translated text. However, now that we have introduced human translation, the translated text can fall out of sync if the Chinese source is updated after the translation is considered final.

We've reviewed this problem and established a new workflow to prevent it from happening again. Thank you so much for your patience and understanding!

Story Translation Plans:

This month, we received many kind words and thoughtful suggestions about narrative localization. Storytelling is a core part of Morimens' identity, and we want to treat its translation with utmost care.

Due to time constraints, some story content remains machine-translated for now. However, we're actively improving consistency by refining the terminology database these translations draw from. During our human proofreading passes, we're currently prioritizing critical fixes like:

● Correcting major mistranslations (e.g., 'Lemuria' appearing as 'Negen Entropy')

● Resolving grammar issues, typos, and misinterpreted lines

While this means some nuanced polishing may take longer, please know we're committed to systematically revisiting and enhancing all story texts over time.

When the Prologue chapter is dubbed, we'll also revise and enhance its English translation so you can re-experience it in a better form.

As our team grows, we're confident we'll one day be able to release fully human-translated versions of all new story content on day one. We also hope to collaborate with player volunteers to proofread more languages and continue raising the overall quality.

Volunteer Translators:

Now that our tools are more stable, we will be able to start welcoming player volunteers into the translation process.

To those who've already volunteered: thank you so, so much. We'll be reaching out to discuss the next steps. This process may take some time, as we are still finalizing our plans to ensure every contribution is properly implemented and recognized.

For further inquiries about localization, please reach out to Goya or post in the localization feedback channel.

Sincerely,

Ace

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r3dcam3llias · 10 months ago

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How do you make mods?

To answer in short terms: Ren’py!

In longer terms, I use a program called Ren’py, which is basically a visual novel game making software, and the software used to create OLBA, along with VS code (you don’t need this though, it was just downloaded on my computer already LOL) to be able to actually view the code itself.

There’s plenty of information about Ren’py itself in forums and their docs, and learning the Ren’py language itself isn’t that difficult if you go through a tutorial or two or already have some preexisting knowledge of the Python coding language.

If you’re looking to make a OLBA mod yourself, this is the way I would do it, not a means to an end, feel free to adapt if you find a way that works easier for you:

Download Ren’py, specifically THIS version, as other versions will not be compatible with OLBA. (You can use 7zip to unzip it)

Crack open Ren’py, and just create a new project, name it whatever you want, just make sure it’s 1080 by 1920, everything else doesn’t matter.

Locate your legitimate game files and feel free to just copy and paste everything from the legitimate OLBA folder into your new project (you can find its folder in documents by default iirc, but if not there, try searching for it by name), don't worry about keeping any of the old files in there, just overwrite all of it.

legitimate game files ↑ new project files ↓

Before you can begin editing the scripts or DLCs however, you need to actually be able to see them. You can't because they are in .rpa files, which are basically secured ren'py folders. To crack them open, do these steps:

Find these files in the "game" folder of your new Ren'py project. The archive.rpa file contains everything in the main game. Depending on what DLCs, if any, you have, you may see additional .rpa files with the titles of the DLC you own.

2. Move these files out into a new folder on your desktop. Download this extractor and place it in the same new folder on your desktop. EX:

2. One by one, drop the files onto the rpaExtract.exe Icon. Afterward, you should get some folders with the names corresponding to the .rpa files and potentially an image folder. (NOTE: the archive.rpa file is not contained in one folder, meaning ALL the files will just appear freely, I recommend moving all the other finished folders back into the "game" folder before you do this one so you don't end up confused/overwhelmed!) (my files, excluding the archive.rpa files)

3. You can just delete the .rpa files now, you won't need them, and put the all new folders/files you got back into the "game" folder.

Now you will be free to go into Ren'py and click "open project" to edit the scripts to your heart's content! At this point, if you're experienced with Ren'py things should be looking a bit more familiar, if not, I recommend watching some ren'py tutorials to learn the ropes or just shoot me a message and I'd be happy to help you out in any way I can.

Lastly, when you finish your mod, if you want to be able to use it in a legitimate game, it depends on whether it's an edit of an existing script or adds a completely new one: If it's an edit, just get whatever files you edited and follow my instructions here in this "how to download OLBA mods tutorial". As for a mod that adds completely new scripts, you will still have files that are just edited from the original game, so for those scripts follow the tutorial above. As for original scripts/images/sounds etc you should be able to just paste them into your legitimate game folder and shouldn't have to bother with converting them to a .rpa file at all. I hope this helped answer anyone's questions! Can't wait to see what you guys make :) If you ever need help or have questions, my messages are always open!

#our life #our life: beginnings & always #mods #type: tutorial

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imthepunchlord · 10 months ago

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With the winners of the zodiac polls until now,how you imagine the relashionship between them, their power and their kwami?

Multimouse

Marinette with Mouse is a mixed bag. It's both helpful and unhelpful. Given the busy body multitasker that Marinette is, she is delighted to find that this Miraculous can make her the ultimate multitasker! She can get so much done at the same time! Which is great in opening up her schedule more. But it clicks for her that she can get even more done too, and she starts to pile more onto her plate, doing more and more, spreading herself out more and more, embracing the productivity, the concept of taking a break far from her mind, she can't stop now when there's so much she can now do... expect this to be a for sure lesson focus for Marinette to learn.

In the field, Multimouse is the resourceful planner. Having only numbers on her side (which are delicate), she works off her surroundings and make elaborate traps. If she can, she would try to talk and appeal to akumas, especially when by herself. With the team, she often takes the planner roles and steps up as leader as needed but doesn't aim for it. It was a bit of a struggle to find her footing as some of her comrades had a tendency to rush and power through fights, so plans and traps weren't as needed. But she does bring perspective to her allies, pointing out details they miss, and can help direct them to perform at their best.

Out of the current team so far, she works best with Senushi, Hollyhop, and Oudragon; two of them being a brawn to Multimouse's brain, though Hollyhop echoes and works off Multimouse's compassion. Purple Tigress is a little harder to work with as she's more elusive and act on their own, and Python occasionally just competes with her on intellect.

With Mullo, Marinette finds her to be exhausting. Given this kwami is a gremlin who likes to prank humans, Mullo loves to throw curve balls in Marinette's life. She likes to try and startle Marinette, she'll stash away things Marinette needs or will look for and not bring them out no matter how much Marinette asks or demands it. Mullo claims that usually it's to get Marinette to take breaks, but since Marinette doesn't get what she wants after a break, she's certain it's more Mullo's little games to mess with her. But Marinette is resilient, long has she been able to roll with life's punches, she can roll with this gremlin, and seeks solutions to entertain Mullo so she can get work done (like making her a maze). Mullo can also be the devil on her shoulder, playing into Marinette's perfectionism, especially with competition, to aim to win, to get a leg up over others. She actively tries to get Marinette to cheat to secure an easy win, but Marinette's got too strong a sense of integrity to do so. But she will aim to put her best foot forward.

Senushi

For Kagami, Willpower feels natural. As someone who is direct, bold, and charge at challenges, this power is right of Kagami's alley. It's just so satisfying being able to punch an annoying akuma in the face and see them go flying across Paris. All the better when it's that infuriating brat Chloe or the liar Lila.

In the field, Senushi will just power through fights, especially when by herself, often winning through brute force. And as it worked for her, she wasn't one to really work with others initially. She rather just handle things on her own and felt the others would just slow her down. That is, until Hawk Moth started making akumas that couldn't be solved with brawls. It was then that Multimouse's perspective, direction, and plans started to help Senushi win in fights.

Out of the current team so far, Multimouse is the only one Senushi doesn't mind working with. Purple Tigress she's put off by her elusive nature, sometimes feels like she's cheating. Hollyhop she does think is useful but is too much of a pacifist for her liking. Oudragon is arrogant. Python has a similar appeal as Multimouse, but doesn't work off her strengths as well.

Kagami gets along well with Stompp. He's equally direct and to the point, he backs her preference to charge into challenges, to never shy away, backing that she has the power and she can throw that weight around. The only thing they ever butt heads about is Kagami being dismissive towards others while Stompp wants her to stop and help others in need.

Purple Tigress

Juleka finds Prowl to be a natural power, being able to slip into shadows, go where she pleases. As fun and cool as it is, it was a bit of a lonely power.

Initially, Purple Tigress was an uncommon sight to see for the heroes, as she was a more stealth and ambush hero. She actually didn't really connect with any heroes at first, with Oudragon being the first she connects with (at least for now), with the Dragon hero seeing use for her elusive nature. Now they have a little too much fun outsmarting and scaring akumas.

With Roaar, Juleka is gradually finding her voice. Despite having a stealthy power, Roaar ironically is very bossy, and she directs that to trying to get Juleka to speak up and stand up for herself, for a tiger should never cower or be held back by anxiety! Which early on, really overwhelmed Juleka with pressure and distress. At some point, she will snap and "roar" like her kwami wants, and revealing a lot of withheld frustration, though she's not quite there yet in having a voice, or entirely is where she wants to be publicly.

Hollyhop

Rose works well with Blue Moon, it gives her a chance to take in her surroundings, to rush to others and help as needed.

As a pacifist, Hollyhop actually spends her time clearing out civilians than focusing on the akuma and fights, which has frustrated some of her allies as she can easily just go and grab the item and end a fight there. Hollyhop does do so, but if she sees someone in danger, she'll prioritize them first. For this reason, Multimouse is the one Hollyhop gets along with the most, sharing her sense of empathy, and offering the more reactive Hollyhop some direction when there are details she missed.

With Fluff, holder and kwami seem like a very ditzy pair between Fluff's rambles and Rose's daydreaming. They actually wind up feeding into each other a lot, but do kinda balance each other out as Fluff is very observant, catching details that Rose misses, and Rose is more grounded, able to slow Fluff down when the kwami is spiraling.

Oudragon

Aurore loves Sky's Limit. She's an aspiring weather girl, who gets to control the weather! And having a bit of an ego, she has used this at least once to get carried away talking about the weather and what happens (expect this to be a focus lesson at some point).

In the field, Oudragon thrives on just overwhelming her opponents with weather and elements. Even limited to 5 minutes to do so, she can be an absolute powerhouse. Until Hawk Moth gets a little more clever with his akumas, and she needs to adjust how she goes about fights.

This is where Multimouse and Python comes to be a big help, being more thinkers and planners to her. She also enjoys working with Purple Tigress, and like to tag team messing with akumas as they can both be ambushers.

With Longg, Aurore is delighted to find that he's a meteorologist at heart, and is eager to learn his knowledge. He is very quick to disapprove of her trying to use this power to boost her popularity for perfectly predicting the weather, pushing for integrity instead. Longg does try to try push Aurore to be more humble and patient, but this is a harder task to achieve. But he is there to offer a different perspective when Aurore has her head in the clouds.

Python

Max is fascinated with Recoil and it's possibilities, and is very explorative with it. He somewhat approaches it like it's a bit of a game, to see how he can solve issues on his own.

Which does largely have him dealing with akumas on his own initially, and he struggles to work with others or his plans get carried away. He does find he can work off Multimouse's own intellect well enough, but can turn it into a bit of a competition. He can work well with Senushi, but she doesn't always have the patience for his plans. He so far works best with Oudragon, able to use his power to send enemies back into her storm or help do damage control when she gets going. Unlike Senushi, she's also more patient and willing to listen to what he's thinking.

With Sass, Max gets along with him very well. Being sharp, Sass likes to be intellectually engaging, and often pushes trying to get Max to look upon things with different perspective, to be open to making adjustments, like working with others more. If needed, Sass will allow consequences to be a teacher, then offer the advise when he knows Max will listen.

#ask Punchie #kwami swap #mouse!marinette #multimouse #ox!kagami #senushi #tiger!juleka #purple tigress #rabbit!rose #hollyhop #dragon!aurore #oudragon #snake!max #python

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shy-nightmare · 2 months ago

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The Toonz Twins: Toontown Sleuths Chapter Twenty-One: Welcome Home

Summary: Now that the case of Who Framed Roger Rabbit is solved, it is time for the Twisted Toonz Twins to part ways with their allies. But not for long, they will be back. And Toontown will gladly welcome them home.

Credit for inspiration goes to @imaginarytoon1, author of “The Birchwood Twins: Toontown Investigators” and @its-metal-mistress, author of “Bendy and the Ink Machine: Learning How to Live”. Please check out their own wonderful content ^^!

In honor of Bob Hoskins, a man of sublime talent and humility who brought our beloved detective Eddie Valiant to life, I post this final chapter of “The Toonz Twins: Toontown Sleuths” to contribute to the eleventh anniversary of his passing. Although he may no longer be with us, his legacy will live on forever in the hearts of animation, Toonkind, and ours. RIP Hoskins, you absolute legend 🕊

Special Guests Tags 😊: @marinerainbow, @slashingdisneypasta, @weaselnerd, @lastofautumn, @spookiifi, @heartsissopure, @amberfox232, @trashogram A.K.A. @mantisandthemoondragon, @basiabd

It was a clear, sky-blue morning when the twins left the hospital. A few hours prior to their departure, Eddie helped Tom arrange a ride with the Red Car and estimated that the trolley would be arriving at Hyperion Avenue in twenty minutes. It wasn’t long until the twins found their designated ride, but they were, uh…. occupied at the moment.

“I’m gonna miss you!” Roger sobbed while he hugged them both in his arms. Fountains of tears burst out of his eyes, creating two puddles by his side. He had literally been hugging them while Eddie, Dolores, and Santino drove them to the avenue, and Jessica came along to console her emotional husband. Behind them, Benny led the other Toons so they could exchange their own goodbyes.

“We’re gonna miss you too, buddy,” Tom struggled to breathe due to the prey’s python-strong grip. “But we’ll be back soon.”

Roger pulled away, sniffling, “Promise?”

Twyla’s heart melted, “Of course, goofball.” She ruffled his head, “It’s just a little road trip.”

Tom was reminded of the Tardis of the Red Car but made no comment. To them, a road trip would only be a day and a few hours, but to the twins it would be over seventy years. He mentally winced at how worried sick Roger was going to be when they eventually reunite.

“It’ll be all right, honey bunny,” Jessica reassured him, and gently pried his arms of the demonic duo, much to their relief. However, she fixed them an icy glance that certainly rivals their mother’s. “You will come back soon, right?”

Both twins paled. “Uh, o-of course!” Tom stuttered, internally regretting calling her a bitch earlier. “I mean, do we look like shmucks to you?”

The singer only raised a brow.

“Right. OK,” Twyla stepped in front of her brother to save his ass. She took off her fedora and placed it over her heart and held her right hand up. “We solemnly swear by oath we will return to Toontown, our rightful home. By order of the Twisted Toons.”

“By order of the Twisted Toons.” Tom interjected with an honest nod.

Jessica’s icy demeanor melted just one layer, and let a small smile tug her lips. “That will do.”

HONK-HONK!

The twins turned to see the Red Car just a few blocks away. It’s time.

Eddie stepped in, “Before you go, I got somethin’ for ya.”

Everyone watched curiously as the man dug through his pockets and pulled out a small rectangular holder in black leather. He opened the clasp and laid in a neat padding of velvet were two detective badges engraved in gold. One for Eddie and one for Teddy.

A chorus of astonished gasps were let out, and the twins’ eyes widened.

“Is this…?” Twyla trailed, holding one that belonged to the fallen brother’s Eddie gave her. She looked up, “Are you sure?”

The former caretaker nodded, “Somethin’ to remember me by.”

Tom silently chuckled at the older investigator’s gruff façade, taking the other one for himself. “Much obliged.”

Everyone clapped and cheered for the twins’ incredible bravery, and some even cooed at Twyla’s adorable attempt to hide her blush. Tom’s smirk only broadened, unaware that a certain lady was walking towards him.

“Yoo-hoo~”

Tom turned slightly and saw Betty Boop standing next to him. He tipped his hat at her politely, “Um, hi again. What’s up—”

Betty wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed Tom on the cheek.

The Toon wolf’s face went red as a tomato and steam blew out of his flustered ears. Everyone else chorused “Ooohhh’s!” while some of the male Toons (mostly Benny and Baby Herman) catcalled and wolf-whistled, which Tom jokingly flipped them off in response.

Twyla chuckled and leaned towards Jessica just to tease her brother further. “I told you he was a ladies’ man.”

“Shut up!” Tom shouted, which only made everyone laugh even harder while he gently pried off the petite ravenette’s embrace.

The Red Car doors opened, catching the twins’ attention. Eddie glanced at the trolley and addressed his former assistants. “Well, what are you standin’ here for? You got a ride to catch.”

“Right.” Tom motioned for his sister to follow, and they walked towards the bus. The Toons exchanged tearful goodbyes and wished them the best while they watched the duo walk near the bus. Twyla turned and tipped her hat before stepping inside. Tom stayed behind and shook Eddie’s hand, then Santino’s before joining her.

“🎵 Smile, darn ya, smile

You know this old world is great after all

Smile, darn ya, smile

And right away watch Lady Luck pay you a call 🎵”

The Toons sang when the bus started driving. Twyla and Tom looked through the window with smiling faces of warmth and gratitude as their fellow Toons cheered and clapped for them. From within the crowd, they swear they spotted Eddie winking at them as he, Dolores and Santino gave them another round of applause. Confetti was thrown around the bus as the Twisted Toonz twins, one of the Three Saviors of Toontown, were on their carmine chariot out of Los Angeles.

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The rest of the journey went smoothly. As expected, Adam whooped their asses real good the moment they found him and Echo outside of a luxurious hotel called the Bellagio, one of the finest hotels on the south end of the Strip. Thankfully, Echo intervened and decided that the twins needed a day or two to rest and recharge after spending hours on the stuffy bus. She even ordered pizza for them. Bless her little soul.

After a wonderful reunion of fun and delicious cheesy goodness, the family got to business. The twins explained everything; Tom’s theory about the Red Car acting as a Tardis that travels back in time, the case, everything. Echo was mostly intrigued about the Tardis and had a little giggle when Tom thought that he and his sister were stuck in a Doctor Who rip-off while Adam was a little more skeptical with how it was possible for a trolley vehicle to act as a portal to the past. His skepticism was short-lived, however, when Echo mentioned that most human and mortal Toons are skeptical that monsters do exist and live amongst them, so he let it slide.

And then, they asked about Darry. Not surprisingly, they reacted the same way Roger, Eddie, and Jessica did when they explained what happened that final night in Chatham. Twyla made one of the smartest decisions of her life to cast a soundproof and fireproof spell around the entirety of the room they stayed in to prevent a ruckus and an accidental massacre from occurring. Listen, the Toonz Twins may be twisted cartoon demon hybrids, but Echo isn’t a Toon banshee for nothing. And Adam’s games are not something to laugh at.

Fortunately, they managed to calm them down and continue telling their story. Adam and Echo were reasonably horrified after they learned what the twins experienced with Doom—wait, sorry, Von Rotten, and what he tried to do to other Toons and Toontown, their home. Poor Echo nearly had a heart attack when Tom accidentally slipped up about being stabbed while his sister was forced to watch. Adam’s face darkened with grim fury as he calmly proposed he should “design” certain tests for genocidal monsters and traitors of Von Rotten’s category. Tom immediately agreed, quite eager to see what the ghoulish tactician could do.

The story was finished with a goofy dog pile of hugs, a much-needed necessity for comfort after the physical, mental, emotional and psychological hell the twins went through. After they finished dinner and watched one of their favorite horror movies as an early celebration, they refreshed themselves and slept the night away.

Once morning rose, the gang woke up bright and early to pack everything they needed in Adam’s SUV he managed to bring with him, and they went off on a family road trip back to L.A. The boys sat in the front while the girls were catching up on their beauty sleep in the back, sharing a blanket together. Tom adjusted the rear-view mirror to the girls’ direction, and silently cooed at how abso-fucking-lutely adorable they looked all snuggled up together.

Echo, bless her heart, was curled close to Twyla, as if trying to make herself as small as a puppy mouse to gain more of the warmth the older girl provided. Short, cotton candy hair stuck up in every direction, some strands flying up in Twy’s mouth. Her mouth was open, as a small trail of drool escaped her lips. Twyla was leaning in her reclined seat with her arm around the smaller girl protectively, mouth slightly agape as well. Her raven hair was sticking up in every direction, too, making her look younger than she already is, and it added a touch of innocence that wasn’t tainted by darkness and trauma.

“Awww!” Tom’s pie-cut eyes glittered like stars (Yes, they actually glittered) and turned to Adam. “Dude, you gotta take a picture.”

“On it,” the eldest Twisted Toon nodded, changing the camera settings before he lifted his phone up. Perfectly aligned, the boys shared a selfie with the sleeping girls and did a “Shhh” pose as the picture was taken. Adam smirked at the sight of them together in the photo. He shook his head with a smile gracing his lips at his family, whose bonds he felt humming vibrantly. They have come so far in the last five years they’ve shared, good and bad, back in the dreaded city (Also known as Chicago). Each and every one of them has gotten stronger both physically and mentally. Being fortunate to have each other helped tremendously to keep themselves grounded and have impeccable control over their lives and their inner demons. A gang of misfits from nobody to nightmare blossomed into a real family.

And now, they were almost home.

Tom remembered to cast a soundproof spell around the car before they drove into the tunnel that led them to Toontown just in case the citizens welcomed them with a cheerful song. Which, of course, they did. As soon as the curtains unveiled, they were greeted by shining sunlight, dancing trees, and flying hummingbirds.

“🎵 Smile, darn ya, smile—Tom!” They all cheered upon recognizing one of the Three Saviors, finally seeing him again after so many years.

Despite the genuine gratitude Tom had, he and Adam both shushed then pointed at the sleeping girls for emphasis. The Toons apologized and continued to sing and dance, though silently. As soon as they were out of earshot, one of the birds flew over to a telephone booth a Toon tree offered them. He turned a few numbers, “Hello? Roger? Get Jessica on the line! I got some news for ya.”

The boys remembered the address by heart, even though Adam was kind to use the GPS he accommodated on his phone. Tom followed the directions as he drove the car past Main Street, located in Uptown Toontown. Uptown was where Twyla had first visited, and it was as beautiful as she described it. It was kind of odd to stand out from the cartoon-drawn architecture while in a real-life vehicle, but honestly, he could care less if a couple of folks stared. He politely nodded at their greetings in response, but quickly rolled up the window when he saw a certain man-crazy redhead Twyla warned him about who goes by the name of Lena Hyena.

Whew! That was a close one!

During the long ride to their destination, the gang came across a fog located miles away from Uptown and Downtown. But this wasn’t your ordinary kind of fog; six months prior to their departure from the Chicago, Tom and Adam quickly discovered that the fog acted as a barrier of sorts – as soon as Tom drove into it, it was as if they had suddenly been teleported into another dimension in the Tooniverse. Suddenly, they weren’t in town anymore, but rather a dark forest veiled by the thick mist. A canopy of dead trees towered over them, their branches warped like skeletal hands. It both fascinated and unnerved Tom, though he knew Twyla was going to get a kick out of this which made the gang leader chuckle.

Despite the thickness of the fog, there was no trouble finding their estate. Tom spotted a faint silhouette of sharp-pointed entrance gates not too far ahead, and knew they were getting close. The SUV stopped in front of the gates, and the Toon wolf halfie rolled down the window to enter the passcode Adam was able to hack into and retrieve the numbers for him. Once it was completed, the iron clasp unlocked, and the gates eerily pushed themselves open with a soft creak before finally revealing the property.

It was strange. It was abnormal. It was beautiful.

The house was a dilapidated mansion built in macabre architecture and drawn as a near-replica of the iconic Addams Mansion in the 1991 version next to a haunted cemetery. Built over five stories in height, the building was accented by the same odd number of horizontal alignment of windows and the tallest vertical portion wore the same permanently petrified face as its real-life counterpart. And all the windows were accented with archaic obsidian trims. Sunbleached grey painted the wooden framework of the mansion, devoid of harsh sunlight beams while shadow-painted tiles covered the rooflines. A mass of dead trees surrounded the property, complementing its ghoulish glamour.

Tom stopped the car just over seven feet away from the front entrance and shared a knowing glance with Adam. “You ready?”

“Ready?” the fox nodded.

The boys quietly got out of the car and walked over each side to retrieve the girls. They both slowly opened the doors and Tom gently shook his sister’s shoulder. “Twyla. Hey, wake up.”

“Mrgh, what?” Twyla groaned, slowly awakening from her slumber. “Are we there?” she asked, yawning.

“Yeah, but close your eyes. You too, Echo.” Once both girls covered their eyes with one of their hands, they allowed their escorts to carefully lead them out of the vehicle. They walked closely while holding hands as the boys led them closer. “All right, ready?” Tom asked, unable to hold back the smile.

“Yeah.” They spoke in unison.

Grinning, the boys let go of the girls’ shoulders and maneuvered in front of them. “Surprise!”

Twyla and Echo opened their eyes and stopped. They stared at the house. And squealed.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” they squealed with unrestrained, girlish excitement and elation, their cries of glee echoing up against the misty morning sky. The boys cracked a chuckle, they squealed just as they expected it.

“Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! We made it! We finally made it!” Echo beamed, wrapping her arms around the demoness's waist in a tight embrace.

“Yeah? You like it?” Adam smirked.

“Are you kidding? We fuckin’ love it!” Twyla exclaimed, extending her right arm out for emphasis. “Do you have any idea how many horror fans would KILL to live in a mansion like this? This is every Goth girl’s Disney castle!”

Tom didn’t have the heart to hold back a smile. Seeing his baby sister finally happy after so many years warmed his dark, ice-cold heart. And he was happy too, in a way. Happy to be in Toontown. Happy to be free. Happy to be home.

“Well, what are you standing there for?” Twyla asked, breaking him out of his wistful trance. “Hurry up and open the door!”

Laughing, Tom obliged and walked up the two massive arched doors painted in archaic onyx. He grabbed the keys and placed in the keyhole—

“WAIT!”

Instinctively, Tom whipped out his revolvers as Adam pulled up his right sleeve revealing a wrist-attached gauntlet wielding a deadly blade. They guarded the girls even though Twyla aimed her pistol and a spark of fire ignited Echo’s palms. They glared at the intruder defiantly, but their murderous demeanors instantly dropped. However, Tom grew exasperated upon recognizing a familiar face. Or rather, two familiar faces.

“Roger, Jessica! What the fuck?!” he cursed angrily, before dropping his guns down and letting out a huge sigh of relief. He spun around to check on the girls, though Twyla was already assuring the little mouse girl everything was OK. Then he snapped his head back to Adam and told him to put the gauntlet down. “Adam, it’s all right. They ain’t here to hurt us.”

Adam raised a brow, lowering his blade just an inch. He gave the couple the once-over before turning back to the Alpha, “You know them?” he asked.

“Yeah, they’re the couple we mentioned. Remember? From the Acme case?”

The older male’s glare dropped instantly, and his ears lowered with embarrassment. “Oh, shit! Sorry.” He apologized, pulling the sleeve back down.

While Roger dusted off his trademark overalls, Jessica fixed Tom a cooly glance and crossed her elegant arms. “You’re late.” she said.

“Circumstantially,” the wolf replied, returning her glance though there wasn’t any genuine malice in his eyes. Twyla peeked over his shoulder, “Roger? Is that you?”

Upon hearing the Toon heroine’s voice, the Toon rabbit in question’s face glowed up. “TWYLA!” He smiled widely, his lips pulled in a beaming pearly-white grin. He ran over to her, arms opened wide. “Give me a hug, you little rascal!”

Unable to shake off the amusement, the female halfie walked over and accepted her former client’s hug. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders despite being a little taller than him and ruffled his ginger red hair. “Hi, Roger. How you been?”

“Jeepers, Twyla! I haven’t seen you in ages!” Roger pulled back, holding her shoulders. “Where have you two been? Everyone’s been wonderin’ when you were gonna come back!”

“We, um…” she turned back to her brother, who casually shrugged while avoiding the slight tensity in Jessica’s emerald eyes. “We’ve had a few detours.”

“Detours?” the singer arched her brow skeptically.

However, her husband was so happy to see the twins he didn’t really care. “Well, you’re back home now and that’s what matters! Hope you don’t mind, we’re here to help you unpack your things in.”

Surprised, the pack exchanged a glance. “Wait, really? Is that why you jumped over the gates, unwittingly at the risk of being impaled?” Adam asked.

The shorter Toon scoffed, “Impaled? Pfft! Pb-pb-pb-please! It takes more than a pointy sharp fence gate to take out a Toon!”

Adam made a mental note to start installing the security system as soon as they finished unpacking, but he briefly nodded. “Fair point.”

Smiling, Roger turned around to walk towards the trunk of the SUV. With ease, he opened the lid and grabbed one of the boxes. “Let’s get started!”

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The rest of the morning was spent unpacking several boxes and suitcases while deciding whose room is whose. The pack decided to take the second floor as their main hallway hosting four doors to their bedrooms while maintaining proximity. That way, they all felt connected to each other even in different rooms. Speaking of rooms, Twyla probably had one of the biggest bedrooms out of all four besides Echo’s.

And speaking of Echo, the twins had an interestingly difficult time keeping Adam from flashing his fangs at Jessica when she finally couldn’t hold it any longer and spent the last 20-35 minutes squishing the banshee girl’s face off. Who could blame her, though? Echo is so cute she must be squished! Squished with love, of course!

In the middle of the room, there was a raised Gothic queen-sized bed plumped over a vampiric bedframe polished with glossy onyx and velvet black covers designed with cerulean witchcraft symbols around a flying raven in the light of the pale moon glowing like stars along with matching pillows. Above the ceiling was the fan designed with vampiric motifs; the lightbulb was shaped like the head of a bat and the six onyx blades were shaped like bat wings. There was a dark nightstand table on the left side of the bed, holding a purple Victorian lampshade lamp accented by an ivory-painted skull and two other skulls sitting close to each other. On the right side of the bed laid a wide desk perfect for her artwork, sketchbooks, and other art supplies needed for her creative work while two doors stood nearby, leading to a walk-in closet. Another desk stood a few feet away from the bed near the curtain-veiled glass doors leading to the balcony, though it was much longer in comparison, and Twyla knew this would be a temporary spot for her potions, brews, curses, and other kinds of witchcraft. The window provided an excellent view of the cemetery and the full moon at night, something she made a mental note to check on later.

There was a polished black vanity mirror and dresser combination located near the closet designed with Gothic embellishments and witchcraft memorabilia. On the other side of the room was where the bathroom was. The walls of the lair were royal purple, accented by Gothic décor inspired by one of Twyla’s favorite singers, Aurelio Voltaire, while a set of black vintage couches surrounded the room, tufted by flying-bat-moon-and-skull pillows, and the glossy silver floors were carpeted by a ginormous black rug enchanted by magic of dark academia and spooky botany including purple flowers, bats, owls, butterflies and owls, black roses, and a single silver skull surrounded by three different purple flowers.

Her own lair of darkness. Hauntingly beautiful.

A gentle knock on the door snapped her out of her trance. Jessica politely poked her head in, “Can I come in?” she asked. Twyla nodded.

The redhead stepped into the dark chamber holding a box, enthralled by the bedroom’s bewitching beauty. “So, this is how witches decorate. I must say, I’m kind of jealous.” she admitted.

“Did I just hear that right?” the halfie ravenette smirked, cupping her left ear to tease the singer. “The Ice Queen of Toontown, jealous of a half-demon Toon witch’s bedroom? Somebody alert the media!” she feigned a gasp, clasping her cheeks.

“You know, I may not be a witch or a demoness, but I still got my frying pan,” Jessica “warned” her, but there was no genuine threat in her tone while she pulled out said frying pan once she placed the box on the drawing table.

“And I’m a fuckin’ Toon demon prince with a gun,” Tom drawled, joining in on the little banter. He put a heavier box on the bed and dusted off his hands. “That should be the last one,” he said, gingerly rubbing his hands. “Do you really need this much potion bottles?”

“Dude, you’ve crushed necks, ripped heads off, and tore people to shreds, yet you’re complainin’ about a box full of bottles?” His baby sister arched a brow and placed a hand on her hip, glancing at him with the one-over.

Tom’s ears lowered, mentally wincing. “Touche.”

Jessica silently chuckled at their quip. Roger was right. They are adorable.

As if hearing her thoughts, the rabbit sprung into the room and landed on his wife’s shoulders. “Phew! That’s all of ‘em.” He wiped off the sweat from his forehead. “Now that that’s outta the way, y’all got any idea on how you wanna celebrate?” he smiled at the twins.

They shared a glance. “Well,” Tom began, “Once we get settled, we’ll take a little tour around town if the others are feelin’ up for it. And, I dunno, find a place to bite.”

“Maybe we’ll run into Eddie on the way, if he’s around?” Twyla guessed.

She trailed off when she saw Roger’s and Jessica’s smiles instantly drop. Roger’s sky-blue eyes became dewy, and a somber frown grimaced Jessica’s composure. Silence hung in the air, permeated by a mist of sadness.

Tom also noticed it and was the first to break the silence. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing’s wrong, sweetheart,” Jessica replied, swiftly moving something away from her eye. She answered the young male’s question while she was comforting her husband, who had grown oddly quiet. “It’s just that…” she stopped mid-response, like something clutched in her throat.

Twyla’s ears drooped, but patiently waited for one of them to finish.

Jessica finally met the twins’ gazes, and her emerald eye shimmered with a caged tear. “Eddie passed away.”

Once again, silence hung by shock and a heavy pang of sorrow. The duo’s eyes widened, agape.

“What?” Tom quietly whispered, sharing a glance with his sister who returned her gaze to the older woman. “When?” she asked softly.

“Four years ago. He died of pneumonia in April.” Jessica choked and the twins winced, “Dolores is still around, and they had six children. Santino’s gone, too.”

The silence in the dark bedroom had now lingered for too long, but no one was willing to be the first to break it. The atmosphere was heavy with grief, and thick with sorrow. A fog of grief and sorrow they both know too well. Eddie Valiant, the first human friend they’ve ever had, gone with the wind. Twyla’s eyes cast to the ground. She could only speculate how painful it was for them—and all Toontown—to lose another of the greatest Toon detectives in Los Angeles, and one of the Saviors. Tom silently cursed the grizzled bastard’s mortality. Humans are so goddamn fragile.

Thankfully, the silence was cut by Adam’s voice calling out from downstairs. “Um, guys? Need a little help here,” he grunted, breathing heavily as he sounded like he was holding some heavy equipment for his computer set. Jessica took back some of her composure, “I’ll help him.” she told her husband before leaving the bedroom.

Roger stood in his spot, his posture slightly hunched over and arms crossed. His long ears drooped over the back of his shoulders, heavy with the burden. And his eyes remained stuck to the ground, clouded by the heartbreak that lingered in his otherwise happy-go-lucky, cheerful soul for seventy-one years. When the silence became unbearable, Twyla cautiously reached out to comfort him.

But before she could say anything, he spoke first. “You know, he asked us to keep an eye out for you.”

When he found their confused looks, he elaborated. “Before he…left, he often wondered about you and wanted to see you guys again. But he couldn’t because he was so busy…and he got really sick. So, he made us promise to wait for you and bring you back home if he couldn’t be here to do it with us, that’s another reason why we came over. But I guess it was the other way around, am I right?” he chuckled, but there was too much sadness in his jest.

“Yeah,” Tom responded, “It sure was.”

A gloved hand touched his shoulder, and he looked up to meet Roger’s smile. “But hey, like I said, you’re back home and that’s what matters!”

His sunny demeanor returned with a bright glory, and he pulled them both in for a one-armed headlock. “Right? You sneaky scoundrels!” he ruffled their heads, making them squirm and laugh at his antics. A positive wave of energy flooded their systems, flushing away the ocean of sadness. It wasn’t until Jessica called out for him did the rabbit release the twins from his embrace.

“I gotta go help my love cups!” He walked towards the door. He stopped and turned around to point a stern finger at them. “Don’t disappear this time, y’hear?”

Twyla chuckled, “We won’t.”

She watched him leave and looked back to her brother. He was standing near the window with his back turned to her. His stoic gaze was strong as he stared at the world outside of their home. He looked so much like their father right now, standing in the mist-covered sunlight beaming through the large windows like how King Tiziano often gazed at the glowing moonlight alone in his own regal chambers. How he often gazed at the city that was once his and his family’s kingdom. Tom could only imagine his father’s disappointment.

His ear twitched at the sound of his sister’s footsteps and a small smile tugged his lips. She never once failed to remind him of how she and their mother are so alike. Queen Vesper graced the decent folk and miscreants visiting her with her sinister sophistications and killed many with graceful, refined mercilessness. But she only unveiled her iron shield for a select few and gave them her heart full of love. A mother’s love the twins miss so much.

All that was left of their mother was her eyes Twyla inherited.

“We’ll raise a toast with the family tonight,” Tom said. Twyla nodded, she couldn’t agree more. Her brother pulled out a fresh flask of water from his pocket and held his fedora over his heart. “But today, I’d like to take a swig for ourselves in this moment.”

He poured a glass for Twyla, and both twins held their beverages up. “Eddie Valiant…you were one hell of a detective. Riposa in pezzo.” He raised his toast and took a gulp.

“Hear.” She raised, then downed hers.

After another long moment of silence, Echo echoed, “Guys! We’re all done! Let’s go out!”

“We’ll be right there!” Twyla called out, setting her glass down. “So, we’re finally home.”

The Twisted Toonz twins spared the cemetery one last glance. “Yeah. Home.”

Far in the distance, the home address was engraved in the crystal stone plaque. The words were written in solid vantablack.

Twisted Toonz Manor.

1313 Cemetery Lane, Haunted Highways, Toontown.

#The Toonz Twins: Toontown Sleuths #Gunslinger Tom Toonz #Twisted Twyla Toonz #Adam Foxington #Echo #The Twisted Toon Gang #my ocs <3 #my story #Roger Rabbit #Eddie Valiant #Jessica Rabbit #Dolores #Lieutenant Santino #Baby Herman #Benny the Cab #Betty Boop #Who Framed Roger Rabbit #WFRR

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lucywritesagain · 10 months ago

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I wouldn't say no

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈﹕Loki masterlist ꒰ ᐢ｡- ༝ -｡ᐢ ꒱ Navigation ﹕┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱

Please note that this story is a repost from my old blog @lucywrites02.

Summary: Loki pays you a visit, saying that Bubbles- his cat- may be allergic to Thor. Is Loki serious or is it another excuse to hang out with you?

Word count: 0.7k

“You again?”

That was the way you greeted Loki as you walked into your office- a few folders under your arm and a box of medical gloves in the other. Your white coat flew behind you with every step like a cape, making you feel like in a movie. In all those years working as a vet it had never gotten bored.

“It’s nice to see you, too.” The trickster replied with a playful smile.

“What seems to be the problem, buddy?” You leaned over the table and gently patted your little friend’s head who purred in approval. “Why did your dad bring you here this time?”

“I think he’s allergic to Thor.” Loki said.

“Ha, that’s a good one!” You giggled, but stopped when you noticed their dead serious expression. “That’s a joke, right? Tell me you’re joking.”

“Why would I?” The god put his hands in the pockets of his dark blue jeans- something they didn’t wear often. “I noticed that Bubbles acts differently every time my brother visits.”

You weren't sure if it was a prank or if Loki really thought his cat could be allergic to his brother. The first time you met the god they barged into your office right before closing because the cat he just adopted was sleeping too much and refused to leave until you explained to him how the cat's body worked in great detail. You found it sweet how much Loki cared about that little creature and how eager they were to learn more. And what better way to learn than to take your information from the professionals? The second time they visited was to give Bubbles his vaccines and make a file for him. One time Loki ran into your office while you were in the middle of examining Clair- a beautiful ball python who has been your patient since the day she hatched- just to tell you that Bubbles made a chirping noise while watching birds and if it was normal for a cat to do this.

“Different? How?” You straighten your back, giving all your attention to the trickster.

“He’s really affectionate with Thor and he always hated people”

“Let me get this clear-” you had to hold your laugh for Loki’s sake. You were a professional after all and Loki- although a friend- was still your client. “You think Bubbles is sick because he likes Thor?”

“Obviously.”

“Alright.” You sighed and put on a new pair of gloves. You pretended to examine your little friend, feeling Loki’s eyes on you. Thankfully Bubbles was a very brave patient and you never had much problems with him. He even let you touch his belly. That’s why instead of looking for the cause of the cat’s ‘unusual behaviour’ you just tickled him here and there- which he really liked.

“If you wanted to ask me out you could have just said so. Or you could always just call me.” You have my number.” You broke the silence while still giving all of your attention to Bubbles, who happily flipped on his back, demanding belly scratches.

“I’m not- that’s not-” The god of mischief stuttered, suddenly taking an interest in that one picture of your dog on the wall. You have figured out his little plan and that was just embarrassing to him.

“I wouldn’t say no.” You smiled, looking directly at Loki who was still refusing to meet your eyes.

“Pardon?” The god asked, surprised.

“If you asked me out I wouldn’t say no.” You left Loki speechless. Their heart was beating like crazy and his mind was completely empty. “You know how much I love it when you and Bubbles pay me a visit every 2 hours, but I have other patients waiting for me so….”

“Oh yes, that’s-” The god took his cat into his arms and awkwardly stood in the middle of the room, thinking about their next move. “So if I asked whether you had time for dinner tonight you wouldn’t say no?” The god of mischief asked, still unsure of your answer.

“Only if you pay.”

“I guess it’s a date then.” Loki opened the door to finally exit your office. Their heart was still beating fast and almost stopped when you said-

“I guess it is.”

#loki #loki x reader #ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ- i did that

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bodybeyondstories · 11 months ago

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dicks keep growing around me - 6 (Ty)

Ty's generally unbothered by the unreal dick now swinging between their knees, yet still has to navigate everyone else's issues with it. They run into a fan at the park, have some workplace mishaps at the gym, and come up with a potentially irresponsible, definitely chaotic idea when learning more about how Myron's ability works.

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maleTF // growth // dick growth // self suck // nsfw

4284 words

Note: I was inspired to write like half of this chapter by this ask a few months ago (hope you like it!), then muddled through writer's block until it all slowly came together. Feels like somewhat of a transition / build toward something, but I have no idea what lol.

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Those two really are meant for each other.

I strolled away from the happy couple in search of a bathroom, trying to not make the heinous bulge peeking from the leg of my shorts even more obvious to the public. I was enjoying the delicate combination of summer heat transitioning from welcome embrace to oppressive weight, interspersed with rivulets of cool breeze wicking away the humidity at just the right time. A reminder that I could still get away with pretending that my exposed midriff was a fashion choice and not the result of this growth spurt cropping all of my tops for me. I was no longer in denial, but summer dragging on made it easier to hold off on having to figure out a new wardrobe.

I had high hopes for the dick management system for that outing, opting for some cutoffs that sometimes gave the illusion that I had an ass, not that anyone was fooled. Myron had gifted me underwear from some brand that specializes in “unique proportions,” which I took to mean ridiculously huge pouches supported by a latticework of elastic. I was thankful that there was a customer base out there of what I assume is mostly pumpers and saline enthusiasts, making it possible for me to once again wear cute, quality briefs that weren't a ticking time bomb. There was no longer much hope of concealing the freak of nature extending from my groin, but the pouch managed to at least hold everything together, especially when shoved into my shorts and braced against the rolled up hem. Not that that would last long.

As the day wore on, the mixture of heat and sweat loosened things up, shifting the balance of flesh and fabric to make it near impossible to walk more than a few dozen steps without feeling those cool breezes brush against the exposed tip of my overstuffed pouch, nodding playfully out the bottom of my shorts.

Oh well, I thought. At this point it was long enough that people would likely make up any number of explanations other than the unreal monster dick weighing me down. I was less and less concerned about being too careful about the strangeness of my body.

The bathroom was an eco-friendly partially outdoor situation, all earth tones, natural airflow, and compost toilet. Public restrooms had become an ordeal to say the least and I was grateful to see the gender neutral single stall with an inviting green semicircle above the deadbolt. I didn’t have to risk scaring the crowd as I hauled the python out of my briefs and let it hang in the air above the in-ground urinal, a pendulum swinging between my legs before being stabilized by its own weight. I locked my fingers behind my head, reveling in the moment of peeing freely, feeling the cool breeze wrap around my dick from behind, preceding the sound of the door closing and a muttered apology.

Shit, forgot to lock it, I thought, hoping whoever it was didn’t catch a glimpse of the meat swinging between my knees, clearly visible from behind. I reluctantly stuffed myself back into the pouch, relenting as it slid plainly into view below the hem of my shorts, and deciding to simply pretend not to notice it as I caught myself in the mirror.

I ducked back out the doorway, holding it open for the guy who had accidentally barged in, who instead looked up at me with an expression of deep indecision.

“Um,” they started. “Sorry if this is inappropriate, and totally feel free to ignore this, but are you MutantMenace97?”

I took a beat, caught off guard by the fact that my dick was recognized in public before my face was. “Right, my stage name,” I said with a nervous laugh. Someone clocking me from my cam sessions was rare, but not unheard of.

“Sorry if this seems rude or anything, but I just–my friends and I are huge fans. The whole growth story arc over the past several months has been so cool.”

“Ah, dope! Glad you like it.” The thing about your dick being an online presence is that your mysterious growth spurt ends up being surprisingly well documented, and after a while I could no longer deny or downplay the changes. So I leaned into it, providing updates, comparison pics, teasing captions about when or if the growth will stop. Once I started posting in the new underwear, the brand even put out feelers for a sponsorship deal. I had somehow become an influencer.

“You’re even taller than I thought you’d be,” he said, his eyes gliding up and down my figure, then resuming furtive glances at the heavy bulge distending my shorts, the tip of the pouch peeking out of the bottom. “I just…can’t believe it’s real.”

“A blessing and a curse,” I blushed. “And tricks of the light.”

“Will you be on tonight?”

“Yup,” I smiled. “Maybe I’ll see you there” I added with a wink before turning to head back to my friends. “Hit me up if you want some private content. Big discount!” He was cute. I was flattered.

As I walked back to Myron and Miguel, the massive bulge out of the bottom of my shorts was jostled further into view, bobbing along in the air with each stride. I was too tired of dealing with it to care. I accepted that these shorts may have to be retired as I accepted the dumbfounded stares of passersby, folding into a cross-legged sit with my friends, my fabric encased dick spilling out in the warm sun.

“You look like you had fun,” teased Myron.

“I met a fan,” I shrugged.

—

“You guys have been liking these briefs,” I said into my webcam, leaning back in my gamer chair, itself a gift from a generous fan. “30% off with discount code MM97, check the link in my bio.” My eyes lowered to my crotch, my hand caressing the fabric-clad mass nestled between my legs, eliciting periodic pulses of enthusiasm as my dick stirred to life. “Honestly, these are feeling kinda tight already.” I gave a mock grimace to the camera, reaching up to stretch and lifting my furry belly and overstuffed pouch more solidly in the field of view. “Might have to re-up soon, huh?”

MutantMenace97 was indeed on that evening. I wondered which of the usernames trickling into the chat room was the person I met in the park earlier. I should’ve asked, but still appreciate the mystery of it all. Maybe he does, too. They get to be no one and I get to be the main character, unencumbered by the perpetual work of worrying about, failing to control, or desperately trying to hide my dick. When it’s all out, standing proud from my groin, purple head leaving globs of precum on my lips, I’m free, unencumbered from the idea that my member was ever an encumbrance in the first place.

I greet people as they roll in, making sure to shout out my regulars, one hand continuing to pet my prodigious bulge, then sliding under the fabric and moving along my shaft. My face scrunched in discomfort as I tried to make space in the overfilled pouch, eventually relenting and beginning to peel the underwear down, revealing inch after inch after inch of cock. The comments picked up. This was always a moment of truth for the new users who had seen my pics bouncing around the internet and didn’t believe they were real, realizing they were mistaken with awestruck reactions.

Taking my sweet time, I slide them all the way off, curling up to give a peak at my taint before flicking them off my big feet. My dick bobbed in the air, growing longer and thicker as an erection eased into being. I settled into the lightheadedness as my body adjusted to the sudden transfer of resources to my giant prick, and made a show of moving both hands along the shaft, one covering the base and the other up near the glans, inches of space always visible between them even though my dick approached full size. It was impossible to cover the entirety of my monster cock with just one pair of hands, sizeable as mine were. They always got a kick out of that.

“Send me some love if you want me to suck it,” I smiled into the camera, nuzzling against my engorged glans. The comments, hearts, and most importantly, tips rolled in. I went to work.

The look of tension between concentration and ecstasy on my face as my lips parted to make way for my massive cockhead was always real. The now familiar but still gorgeous sensation still managed to feel new every time. The performance of it had taken some practice, but now I felt good enough to not look like I was wrestling a sequoia, working my head and neck up and down in an awkward attempt to deep throat a penis that had long ago passed that possibility.

Periodically I’d give myself a break and pull my swollen lips from my cockhead, hands continuing to meander up and down the shaft as I checked the chat box.

[So hot 🍆]

[it looks even bigger 😍]

[Nah, there hasn’t been any growth content for a couple weeks, right?]

[Yeah, i think they plateaued]

[Finally lol, it’s massive]

I tried not to dwell on this unfolding conversation in the chat, opting instead to return to self sucking and focus on the task at hand. I leaned back as my balls pulled up, preparing for the grand finale and making sure the camera angle was just right. I gave my slit one final indulgent lick, lapping up a glob of precum as my angry head glistened in front of my face. I worked the shaft in overdrive with my hands, my hips bucking in tandem as I brought myself to climax, shooting jet after jet of thick, ropey cum a few feet into the air. My head lolled back as I let myself fall into another seemingly unending orgasm, enjoying the few seconds of anticipation before my own jizz rained back down, covering my face and torso with the deluge erupting from my engorged penis.

I slowly came back down to earth, giving a blissed out, cum-covered smile to the webcam as I prepared to bid everyone adieu, catching the last scraps of commentary in the chat.

[Ughhhh what if they grew again 😩]

[could you imagine?? 🤣]

Over the weeks and months living with Myron, I had built up somewhat of a following in fantasy growth content, not that I had much choice. They clocked the extra inches I was adding before I did. So I leaned into it, doing comparison shots with rulers and lotion bottles, surreptitious bulge pics out and about, casual shots of my dick falling out of my underwear as I struck a relaxing pose in my chair. I had been roping them in with a tale of unexplainable, unwieldy growth hitting me below the belt, and they loved it.

And now, without my magical roommate, the engagement seemed to be evening out along with the growth. Not that I minded all that much, I had kind of just wanted this to be for fun in the first place. But the money from extra subs had been good, and the sponsorship deal from the underwear brand had made it possible for me to even get my own place.

As I closed out of the cam session, I was met with my email inbox and a message from the underwear rep that I’d been trying to ignore. They were offering a not insignificant amount of money in exchange for a series of posts in which I outgrew and eventually ripped the pouch, even more if I could do it live. I hadn’t yet figured out how to explain that I’d have to turn it down because I no longer had a roommate with strange dick expanding powers. To be too much and somehow not enough.

—

I was too groggy to dwell on the situation at work the next morning. I curved my back into a full body yawn, indulging in the cracks of a few pesky joints as even more of my midriff was exposed behind a gym counter that wasn’t even high enough to hide the bulge distending my track pants. I risked taking my stretch further and pushing my waist just a few more precious inches before being interrupted by something small and plastic bouncing off my dick.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” I said to a bleary-eyed member attempting to swipe in before their flabber was unceremoniously gasted, catching the scanner reflexively while somehow keeping their eyes glued to my crotch for as long as possibly might count as a polite indulgence. They speed-walked to the locker room with far more liveliness than they had shown walking in, shaking their head in mild confusion.

“Do you mind?” quipped Dana, my coworker hanging with me behind the front counter to handle the morning rush. She set the scanner back in place with one fluid motion, shooting me a mocking death stare.

“What?” I shrugged. “Space is cramped, things happen. I’m not even wearing shorts anymore,” I added, eyebrows lifted in emphasis of the deep sacrifice I made in relenting to wearing solid black track pants so as not to create another morning spectacle.

“Yeah cuz you almost took someone’s eye out.” She shot her eyebrows right back then swung around to grab the top most crate from a stack behind the counter. “Now take this and restock the fridge, we need to clear out our inventory of these. We got ‘em cheap on surplus so keep pushing ‘em until we run out.”

“GluteMax?” I read off the side. Didn’t they stop production on that?” I asked. “Some weird health issue?”

“Yeah, but they weren’t recalled, so we’re keeping them stocked until we sell out,” Dana said with a shrug. “They’ll probably rebrand in six months as a wellness supplement or something.”

“Hmm none of this sounds legal,” I said.

“But it does get gains. Which you could definitely benefit from.” She sucked her teeth and flicked her clipboard against my unimpressive backside.

“You leave my ass alone, it’s too early for this! And besides, I know a guy,” I said, winking at Myron as he strolled up to the front desk so Dana could pretend to swipe him in.

“I don’t know how you managed to cohabitate with this one,” she said to Myron with a shake of her head. “I can barely get through a shift.”

“Oh so he can stop traffic in some booty shorts but I can’t?” I asked, gesturing at the gym shorts painted onto Myron’s backside, already drawing the attention of the other gym goers.

“It’s different. And besides, it’s good for business.” Dana winked at Myron as if inviting him to continue on to the locker room before he also had to deal with the morning’s nonsense. “Can I interest you in a complementary supplement for your trouble?” she asked, pulling a bottle of GluteMax from the crate. “Rare formula, technically not recalled.”

“Don’t even think about it,” I snapped. “He’d become too powerful!”

“I think I’m good,” Myron laughed nervously. “And besides, I know a guy.”

“Is it the same guy?” asked Dana. “Can we hire them as a trainer? I’m not kidding.”

—

It was a slow morning, and before long I wandered away from the front desk to start making the rounds, cleaning machines, wrestling free weights back to their correct spots, cosplaying someone with a working knowledge of fitness. Dana, having gotten to work on time, got to control the playlist blasting out of the speakers that morning. I had my earbuds in in protest, just loud enough to ignore the sounds of grunting and the rhythmic clang of barbells against metal from some overzealous lifter who had settled into some sort of equilibrium with gravity, arms straining to hold the weight perfectly still in the air above their torso.

Seems weird, but not my business, I guess, I thought. I kept it moving until their look of over-exertion turned to clear panic.

“Um…help??” they exclaimed, finally catching my attention. The barbell had gradually lowered through the air to press down on their chest. This wasn’t some kind of tension workout but actually a losing battle against gravity.

I planted my feet on either side of the bench, not knowing what to do beyond an alert in my brain saying Get Weight Off. I was barely aware of how much I could lift in a pinch, but it definitely didn’t amount to the mass of plates on either side of the bar. The more I thought about my inability to lift, the more likely this person’s inability to breathe, and there was no one else to grab for help. It would have to be me.

With a rush of adrenaline I managed to lug the bar a few inches higher, my face contorting so suddenly that one of my earbuds wriggled its way out and fell through the air. People do this for fun? I thought in disbelief, frozen in a wide stance with only seconds before my upper half gave up. The rack, it needs to fall back onto the rack, I concluded, managing to not so much carry but guide the weight at the right downward angle back onto the rails, my arms screaming in complaint.

I rested against the bar and took a beat to catch my breath and let the rush fade, noticing the slight tremor in my hands still white knuckle gripping the metal. Legs still straddling the lifter whose life I like to think I had just saved, I leaned over and peered upside down through my thighs to make sure they were still breathing.

“Are you okay??” I asked, with a little too much volume in overcompensation from off balance music pumping out of the earbud that decided to stay put.

Their chest heaved up and down as they kept gulping air with less and less urgency, eventually managing to lift their head and string some words together.

“Shit. Thanks, I think I…” they trailed off as our eyes locked in recognition.

“You!” I exclaimed. “The guy from the park.” The angle was much different, but I’d know that cute face anywhere, even if it was actively recovering from a near death experience.

“Uh, yeah,” he smiled. “We gotta stop meeting like this,” his eyes flitting pointedly to the pipe running down my inner thigh, just inches from his face, still taking advantage of the adrenaline flooding my system to stretch out with excitement.

“Ah, sorry!” I blushed, whipping one leg over the bench and holding out a hand to help him up. He gladly took it.

“No, it’s cool,” he said. “You know I’m a fan.”

Butterflies. “I, uh,” I stammered through the heat filling my face, trying and failing to come up with something clever to say. “Fair enough.”

“Great show last night, by the way,” he said, his hands resting on his thighs and his eyes resting on mine. “Sorry if that’s not cool to say.”

“No, I appreciate the feedback,” I smiled, resting my hands on my hips in some semblance of confidence in the face of this adorable man, hinging my butt slightly to downplay the bulge that was showing no sign of going down.

“I’m Kai, by the way,” he offered.

“Ty,” I reciprocated. “Also known as MutantMenace97,” I added, rolling my eyes.

“Ty’s cool. And it rhymes,” he intoned, smiling to himself. “Also, I think you dropped this,” he said, holding out my earbud.

“Nice catch,” I joked, letting my fingers linger as I plucked it gingerly from his hand, my eyes catching his once again, searching for something to say.

“Well, uh, thanks again for the save. I guess I’ll see you…” he trailed off, eyes widening as he looked into the distance.

I followed his gaze to the squat rack, where the mid-morning sun was casting two planets in stark relief. Dear Myron was in the middle of a set of deadlifts, hips hinged all the way back, pants split wide open.

“I…let me go deal with that,” I sighed, reluctantly abandoning my meet-cute to deal with the latest crisis.

—

“They split on my second to last set, I thought I might as well finish,” said Myron, strolling ahead of me into the locker room, his bountiful buns swishing back and forth in the wreckage of his gym shorts. “It’s not like it’s the first time this has happened.”

“And Dana thinks I’m the one to cause a scene,” I said, rolling my eyes. “At least the underwear held up.”

Myron stripped off his tattered shorts to reveal the same brand of specialty briefs he had gifted me, cut for significantly different proportions and resembling more of a bikini brief. “Glad I tried out a pair of these for myself, they have yet to let me down.”

I snatched the briefs off the bench where Myron had left them as he rummaged through his bag for his shower supplies, the globes of his bubble butt hovering in the air, a safety hazard for any unsuspecting passers by. “These are pretty resilient,” I said, stretching them between my hands.

“Feels like they’re the only things I can rely on,” he agreed. “I’ve blown through just about every good pair of workout pants at this point. I wonder if they have any in stock…”

I tuned out of Myron’s recounting of the struggles of having too perfect and juicy of an ass, instead fixating on the underwear before me, unconsciously bringing them closer as I picked up on the magnetic musk entering my nostrils. It felt familiar in a way I couldn’t describe. I furtively breathed deep, indulging in the aura of my friend’s recently used gym fit, my heart rate quickening as the very specific scent of his sweat unfurled in my brain into the memory of that night in…

“The car…” I muttered.

“Hm?” asked Myron, turning back towards me and holding his hand out in mild annoyance for me to return his dirty underwear.

“I, uh…” I muttered, my breath becoming short as my lower abs clenched, an all too familiar pressure building in my groin. “Not again.” I rested my hand along the top of the lockers, trying to maintain balance as Myron approached with worry on his face.

“Is it, you know?” he asked, eyes gesturing pointedly to my crotch and the trouser snake making its way down towards my knee. I towered over him but he rested one hand along my ribs in support, while the other held up the towel wrapped taut around his hips. “Let’s find an empty stall.”

“No, wait,” I managed to eke out as, with a shiver up and down my spine, my dick felt like it was unfurling, eagerly taking up more space, the friction against the fabric of my pouch eliciting a spurt of precum and teasing me with an approach toward semi-hardness, the point of no return quickly approaching until it just…didn’t. “I…think I’m good,” I said. “False alarm.”

I handed Myron’s briefs back to him, the look of concern refusing to leave his face. When he finally walked off to the showers, his round cheeks fighting for space beneath that skimpy towel, I finally breathed out, tentatively running my hand along the bulge in my pants. I could feel the increased mass, noticeably bigger than it was just a few minutes ago, but was surprised to find it totally soft. My fingers tingled with the phantom sensation of the fabric of Myron’s underwear, the aura of his sweat and musk lingering in the air. The gears turned in my head.

—

I didn’t do any cam work that night. I was tired and still a little freaked out by the incident in the locker room. Not that that wasn’t the first time that exact thing had happened. Upon further inspection of my definitely longer, definitely girthier, definitely more sensitive cock, I wasn’t looking forward to seeing it hard. Not that I could even dream of lasting past the following morning before being reintroduced to a schlong that likely extended just past my head. I didn’t even mind at this point, not really. My dick seemed to be a problem for everyone else more than it was for me. But I wanted to get used to it before revealing it to the fans.

I got some takeout, played some Kart, took it easy, ignoring the growing pressure in my crotch which before long would make itself known by force. Through the rest of my shift, it had been straining desperately against the pouch, to the point where I feared catastrophic failure before I could get home and let it hang free. It would definitely have made for some good content if it had rendered my jock strap inadequate in the middle of my day job. I fixated again on that email sitting in my inbox, thinking about the intense effect of Myron’s sweaty underwear, my own pair managing to stay intact around the beast that constantly threatened to rip through. But with the right encouragement, and an apparent catalyst…An idea coalesced in my brain. I took out my phone and pulled up the text thread with Myron.

[Me: Hey, can I borrow your underwear? The new ones]

[Me: It’s exactly what you think]

[Me: Online sex stuff, obvi 😌]

Let’s give the people what they want.

#male tf #DKGAM

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