#now we all have anti-sonas

[hkpika07]

Hi yes hello I’m here to ask about your funny joke character

YES HI HELLO. I already posted this specific pictures but this is my joke character Jordon. He’s Gordon's evil mirror counterpart and is just the epitome of the bad analysis Gordon gets by people who aren't in the fandom.

An evil asshole who genuinely thinks everyone else is beneath him and should be scrapped because they're lowly. He kidnapped and replaced Gordon, thinking he would blend in seamlessly on Sodor but everyone immediately recognized that he was a fake. Edward and Henry didn't even have to think at all when they saw him.

His full name is Jordon The Evil-Engine.

He also has a brother the Trotting Irishman. (Ignore his outfit I sketched this in like 30 seconds). Ire does not have eyebrow game like his mirror self and has to draw it on in crayon. Like he has that big Crayola crayon box with the sharpener in the back and that's his eyebrow pencil. Anyways Ire and Jordon hardly speak to each other and often forget that the other exists. And they have a strained relationship that will never ever mend.

Can't have made these guys without the help of my friends @sekiumiarashi and @attllhak And please don't take this post too seriously these are joke characters. Anyways I love them they're horrible in every way and now we have a mirror au as a joke. Where everyone has a mirror version

[deuynndoodles]

[ID: A banner including an icon of Catori to the left, and to the right, text reading out the OP's username, which is deuynndoodles (pronounced dune-doodles). Catori is a small, blue, star-themed raccoon with a red ribbon tied around her neck. She is sticking out her tongue happily. end ID]

kofi ★ commissions (open)

ao3 ★ discord ★ spotify ★ sideblog

hi there, i'm dey and i'm an artist! use whatever pronouns you'd like. i mainly do visual illustrations, comics, and doodles, but i dabble in animation, poetry, and writing on occasion.

cheers! ✌💫

[ID: a colored, digital meet the artist. The artist, named Dey, is young and feminine presenting. They have warm, light skin, brown eyes, various moles and freckles, and their wavy, scruffy brown hair is in a high ponytail. They have a tail and pointed ears. They wear a t-shirt dress, a hoodie around their waist, ripped jeans, sneakers, and most notably, a key necklace. Dey waves at the viewer with a grin and a wink. An arrow points to them, saying "my sona".

Catori, a small, slight blue raccoon, slinks around Dey's shoulders. She has stars peppered throughout the dark of her fur and wears a ribbon around her neck. An arrow points to her and says her name.

Dey is gesturing to some text and flags in the upper corner. It says Dey is an adult, uses any/mirror pronouns, and their birthday is June 15th. They are agender and aroace, american, and autistic.

In another section, their likes are listed out. They enjoy loz (legend of zelda) and danny phantom. Their favorite animals are raccoons and they enjoy spending their time watching cartoons, learning, and making art.

In the last section, their daily essentials are drawn. They include, from left to right: a phone, a water bottle, a wallet, keys, a usb c charger, bluetooth headphones, a tablet, and a pen and stylus. end ID]

beliefs and faq under the cut!

my beliefs

anti racism. i acknowledge i am on stolen land. in that sense, i am pro-palestine/sudan/congo/etc.: please donate if you are able! remember your daily click.

pro queer rights. that said, i support any good faith identity (and yes, that includes masc lesbians etc.)

pro choice. give people the support and medical care they need.

pro disabled rights. self dx is valid. fakeclaiming is always bad. all people own their bodies, no one else, and reserve the right to do whatever they'd like.

pro endo. plurality is already stimatized enough, no infighting.

neither proship or antiship, but a secret third thing (wants people to touch grass). tag appropriately and we won't have problems.

fiction influences reality, and vice versa. they are not 1:1 but affect each other. ensuring media comprehension and literacy is important so we don't get things mixed up.

atheist. i do my best to support, but there are some things i simply can't wrap my head around. apologies in advance.

anti ai. as it is now, most ais are built off stolen work and scraped databases. legal protections must be set up.

suicide baiting or calling others slurs is not okay. the only scenario in which it is okay is if both individuals are friends, they're joking, and consented beforehand OR if it's reclaimed and used in a non-negative context. i do not condone anyone in "my community" that suicide baits.

honesty is the best policy. i tend to be blunt and straightforward, simply because i dislike playing the game of social norms. i never mean to offend: i will tell you directly if something offends me.

i do not share donation requests or other forms of reblog bait. i apologize, but i keep this blog as a form of escape and i do not like bringing real life matters up terribly much.

note that this is not a dni. i would, instead, prefer people to keep these in mind when interacting. i reserve the right to block.

if i ever do something offensive and/or juxtaposes with something above, please let me know in a private space.

faq

q: what do you use to draw?

a: i use a samsung galaxy tab s8 and draw in ibispaint.

q: what are mirror pronouns?

a: i borrow your pronouns—hence the phrase 'mirror'. when you refer to me, use your own pronoun set. (ex: if you use she/they, when you refer to me, also use she/they.)

q: what are the dates in the tags of your posts for?

a: i buffer my posts in case i go through an art block phase. the date represents the day i finished work on the file (in mm/dd/yy format).

q: why do you not use alt text?

a: it's usually more accessible to scroll down a little bit than to click a small button in my experience. alt text could be improved, as well, so i find this method best. if any screenreader users have critique, please share!

q: can i make something based on a thing of yours?

a: of course! just @ me in the post + give credit if it's specific enough :]

q: may i use your art as a pfp/phone background/etc?

a: i'm perfectly fine with personal use. just link back to my account if others will see it. if you are profiting off my art, however, that is a whole 'nother conversation we should have in dms.

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Introduction Thing Ig... So.. Welcome to the Basement?

(Plz click the read more to see all of the text)

Btw I'm a MINOR, someone who is UNDER 18! SO PLAESE DNI IF YOU ARE A 18+ ONLY OR MATURE ACC!

(Yeh this is a remake of my introduction post, but we don't talk about that-)

So yeh, welcome to this.. place... This is where I store all of my art & whatever I can think of. So, you will expect:

Art (Usually Fandom-based or OC based)

Art WiPs (That of ATs, DTs, & Character Refs)

Meems (Except I'm not funny so don't expect many)

& Stoopid Garbage like my rambles & crud.

(Although reminder that my art can & will be 13+ as it will contain things like g0r3, Cannibalism, & even death, I'm just uncomfy with anyone under 13 actually interacting with me due to my past experience back on Screb... But if you are kind enough maybe I'll let you talk to me, I'm pretty friendly but I do have some problems irl so keep in mind..)

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My Bio (Full):

|| Name: Bubs | Aliases: N (If you know me irl), Neptunia | Gender: Female, She/Her | Age: 15 (I'm a minor, so leave me alone if yur an 18+ only/mature acc) | Height: Blob-Sized, May be a bit chonky lol | Pride: AroAce | Other: Big fan of MO: Astray & an avid enjoyer of Blobs ||

Birthday: December 26.

Zodiac: Capricorn. (I don't take zodiacs seriously though tbh, I just think they're a bit neat to say.)

IQ Level: Moron.

If you know who I am, I'm BuggoBlobs from Scratch (Sadly due to the whole banning fiasco bcs of someone mass reporting me for calling them out on their bs.... Lets say things didnt end well for me..)

So yeh erm... that's why I'm here....? (Well not rlly, I have known about Tumblr for a long time, except I only made an acc this year due to a frend of mine (REDACTED) making an acc on here, so I thought "Let's do the same thing" & here we are)

(Funfact: I'm quite anti-social irl & only have like... 2 irl frends but I only talk to one-)

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My Mascots/Sonas ig-:

Neppy ◆/♠︎/♣︎ (Main Mascot) (You will see her... A LOT, so be ready) (Her Ref & TH Page)

Bubs (Design coming soon) ◆ (This is my persona/irlsona btw)

JJ Sam Green ♣︎/♠︎ (Mascot) (His Ref & TH Page) (TW: Can contain sensitive info) (You can also see his full ref here)

Jayden/Greeny ♥︎/♣︎ (Mascot) (His Ref & TH Page)

(Symbol Meanings: ♥︎ = Comfort. ♣︎ = Favorite. ◆ = Sona. ♠︎ = Just think they're neat lookin.)

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Content warnings!

G0r3/Bl00d

Cannibalism

Death

Sometimes horrifying imagery

Semi-graphic descs of charcters.

OC with Scars

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My Socials ig:

Screb (I have 2 accs on there.but one got murked... At least i have a back up ig? Welp. The one that got murked is a archive now so yeah...), Tumblr (Your Here lol), ToyHouse (Where all of my OCs whom I created/put on there exist)

Or you can use my Carrd here. I don't mind tbh. (+ Having a Carrd is much easier to link than all of my Socials.)

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Fandoms (I'm in ig):

MO: Astray (Fave Game)

Hollow Knight

WoF

Pokemon

DNU (Doctor Nowhere Universe)

Oh yeah this includes content I make of/for but not in. (Like TES & Fallout)

(Reminder: Just bcs I sometimes make content about smtn I'm not a part of doesn't mean I'm actually a part of that thing's Fandom, like example, some of my OCs in Fandoms I used to be in/aren't apart of.)

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Some of my original trash (In no actual order bcs I'M NOT NEAT & TIDY!):

Mortal's Curse/Terminal Archina/PoL (Same Universe as AoE/A2P)

Egolandia

Endoterr's Vail (Project Cata nka Oblivion Monroe &

RoTG (Realm of the Gods)

BloopTopia/LoA (Land of Ackezelle) (Aka World of Eeross)

Silver Valley

Soul Seekers

Noirvillah? (A part of a universe owned by my frend Ashe)

KR1T4.EXE

A Stargazer's Diary

MonoVista

And whatever else I have

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My TOS (You will see it a lot in my art-based posts)

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my blog's pinned post clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PLEASE CREDIT ME!

So yeh, if you my any see a PNS in my drawings, that means it says, "Plz No Steal". DO NOT SEAL MY ART!

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DNI If you do any of these:

Taking my art w/o permission (This includes Tracing, copying, recoloring, or just straight up saying it's your art. Bcs I take lots of time making art & you taking my art w/o permission hurts me) (It will not only matter if it was made for you & only you but plz frikin credit me if you post it)

Being weird to me or my characters/designs. (Just... don't... I'm AroAce (+ a Minor) & that makes me uncomfortable tbh... Look even if I do make a character with a certain body type/looks that's kinda "sus", does not allow you to make weird comments about them at all)

The average hate comments, harassment, bullying, & spamming/threats thing. We all know those 4, right? Just be a frikin decent person for crying out loud. (You can dislike me & my art all you want, idc tbh. Just don't go harassing me on multiple levels to the point IT WILL MAKE ME HAVE A MENTAL BREAKDOWN!) (Also, these 4 count for my frends here. Again, be a decent person. I'm watching you..) (Also, this rule includes nor respecting me, just plz respect everyone with kindness... Thanks.)

Pestering/threatening me to draw you smtn. (I work hard on my drawings + I have a life outside of here, so don't expect me to draw you smtn since I only draw for my frends & myself. If you really want art from me, pay in art, idc how bad the art is, art is art & I have no biases when it comes to it as everyone has their own style.)

LGBTQ-Phobes/Menaces to certain groups of ppl who did nothing wrong but exist. (This is a LGBTQ+ Safe place)

Creeps, Weirdos, & ppl who ship problematic ships. (Like don't be any of those plz... Especially the weirdos who like children or animals WAY TOO MUCH.)

(Edit) Making false accusations/hateful comments of my friends. Be a goddamn decent human being for the love of God or ill have to report you.

(Not strictly but I do get uncomfortable) following any adults only/18+ acc on here. Yeh I just don't really interact with anyone who is currently following a 18+ acc bcs it just.. weird..

Breaking any of these DNI Rules can get you blocked BY ME! So be careful...

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My Mutuals/Friends:

@oregon-or-the-grave (Ashe/Oregon), @mor-meowcat (Abi), @viellohi (Vie), @somepersonyouknow (Mia), @spiasshdown (Splesh).

(4 of them are literally from Screb & only one I know IRL- It's a whole bag of worms lol-)

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Anyways my side blogs bcs I said so:

The Official Mortal's Curse Blog (Ask/RP OC Blog)

My Species Storage Blog (Lore QnA/Original Species Blog) (Originally a Ref Sheet storage Blog)

My MO: Astray AU Blog called Timeline-Breaker (Ask/RP/AU)

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So yeh... Thats its rlly for this post... Hope you enjoyed yur stay, & remember, always stay a goober! Even in the toughest times.

(Art is by me btw, Plz don't take. :( )

[thatoneweebsworld]

Caffeine

Just a little thing I wanted to write featuring @mysticcomfort's and @theprotectivepred's sonas, I love you both so much and the way you encourage each other brightens each and every day.

CWs: the softest and safest of vore, protective pred, apprehensive prey, anti-caffeine, super duper caring pred I'm so sorry I love you all so much

Griff awoke to somewhat loud noises coming from the other room, obviously the screams of a raging streamer. "Myst, it's three in the morning, got to bed." Griff sat up slowly and then opened the door to the office. The orca then spun the gamer chair to drag Myst's attention from the game on-screen. "Were you drinking Monsters again? What did I tell you about those?" Myst pulled at the desk to reorient themself to the keyboard, pressing a command. "I'm on stream! Thank god I didn't have my camera on, they don't know you're an orca!" They grabbed for the half-emptied can of energy drink Griff now held out of their reach. "Tell your stream you're going to bed or I'm going to cut it off." Griff approached the router's plug. "No, lemme finish this round!" Griff then unplugged the router and crumpled the Monster in their hand. "Go. To. Bed." Myst booted a single-player game. "I've got more where that came from!" They were about to settle into a cozier survival world, but felt their shirt hitch. "Myst, you're coming to bed with me. There's nothing you can do about it."

Griff opened their mouth and dropped Myst in, instantly swallowing once to truly hold them in place. "You're not going anywhere. Got that?" Myst tried to use the fangs to pull themself back out. They hadn't given in just yet. "No, I have one more can!!!" Griff swallowed again, this time harder and pulled the ginger in up to their neck. One more sent them down, squirming all the way. Griff followed the active lump with their finger, grinning with satisfaction. "Now we can both get some decent sleep. Don't worry, I'll let you out before I go to the gym tomorrow morning. Which is in... oh, two hours." Myst curled their knees up to their chest and glanced up. "Now. Go to sleep. You're not getting out." Myst finally settled in fully and felt the crash of not being on caffeine wash over them. Griff's heartbeat overhead only hastened this process. Griff lied back down on their bed, no longer plagued by the gamer noises. They gently wrwapped their arms around their distended middle, probably just a little too happy to once again be holding their roommate securely inside. Myst melted at the gentle pressure. "Good night Myst."

[csaw]

Meet the weird cousin no one talks about at the family reunion:

Vigore! (in my head it's pronounced like Igor) (He's my OC/Sona for oxy's dunmeshi modern au)

Vampire freak, he likes getting in everyone's pants. and he's very open about it, don't sleep with him if you can't handle everyone he knows finding out lmfao

Random things about him under the cut:

He is 5'8, not very tall...

He doesn't know what romantic love is, so.. he calls everything that isn't sexual love platonic (guess who's projecting!)

He has a friend group (aside from his coworkers) and he makes out with all of them otl and has been in bed with all of them at least once... but they're just friends. Friends that have sex with each other but still, friends.

I think u could put him under the polyam umbrella, but he genuinely doesn't know what the difference between romantic and platonic love is so ... he's really confusing. He'll take u out on a few dates and introduce you to his friend group and even his family and then finally you guys have sex and then u have to ask... What are we ? 🥺😿 And he'll say smth like "we're besties :3 ur like a brother/sister/sibling to me... I love you so much." BRO YOU STUCK UR DICK IN ME WDYM IM LIKE A SIBLING TO YOU?!?!?! and then he makes out with you again- rinse + repeat. endless cycle until you cut him off or try to explain u want him romantically. Then he's like. Okay? What does that mean??

He's a vampire, I would say he's pure-blooded but he's also super young for an immortal, he's like. 27 ish. And he still works in a shitty min wage job. Plus a secret hobby that he uses to make side cash..

His mom is 200+ years old and his dad is like in his 180's. But they both look like they're in their late 30's or very early 40's

His favorite drink is O- low sugar blood with lemon and cucumber.. he likes it hot, he hates drinking cold blood (most vampires do tbh)

He got high once in highschool with his friends and ended up having a psychotic episode, so. He doesn't take drugs other than his prescription anti-psychotics now!! and his sleep meds. nocturnalism be damned...

He visited Chilchuck's store ONCE with his dad and the only reason he keeps coming back is to hit on Chil. Chil hates (?) this, Vi buys absolutely nothing and just follows him around pretending to be interested until he can try his luck again. His dad and chil are acquaintances with each other (divorced fathers get along) but .. fucking... Vi is sabotaging that relationship just by being a nuisance. He wants that hot halfling dilf to pound him out of frustration. Chilchuck hasn't asked him to stop yet... So Vi takes that as a sign that he can keep showing up! He's waiting for Chilchuck to break so he can get that hate sex he's been dreaming about since he met the guy

He acts pretty normal at work, and tries to keep a decent relationship with his coworkers (Laios + Kabru)

He is thirsting after Namari, she goes to the store he works at for groceries and.. he gets heart palpitations when she talks to him. Luckily his blood is rotten bc he's dead, so he doesn't blush! But if he was alive, you know his pasty ass would be bright fucking red. Namari is the only person he gets this nervous speaking to, tbh. He's usually really chill, or unabashedly freaky on main. This is the only time he considers thinking of a definition for romantic love, because. It feels different from platonic love. (Or what he calls platonic love at least) It's also very much a sexual attraction thing, but! There's something more?!

He's vers btw, and he low-key wants to fuck Kabru ... He has a thing for pretty twinks and dirty butches, sigh.

He wears open flannels, low cut tank tops, sometimes a band or graphic tee, and ripped jeans. He owns 2 sneaker pairs, one of the pairs is one size too big and the other is half a size too small, and then he has his combat boots that r actually the correct size but take too long to put on so he only wears them occasionally. He also wears crosses out of spite since he's a vampire and the world's biggest sinner.

He has a blade tattoo bc he thinks blade is hot and he had a crush on Deacon Frost from the first movie. He's so fucking gay oh my god

He has way too many accessories. And clothes in general tbh. But he's prepared for any occasion....

He has the vibes and personality of a stoner but bro doesn't even drink alcohol. He's too scared to do anything like that. Poser tbh

Hrmmm... Ask me questions about him idk

Oh he doesn't sweat and he wears mostly full body clothing in the day time, just to keep the sun away. Yes he gets crispy in the sun... Not a metaphor he starts to burn up and his skin turns to ashes. Vampire business.

He doesn't like telling people that he's a vampire bc of stigma around it, but he doesn't try to hide it either? It's something most people figure out pretty early on without him having to explain it lol. Also he doesn't like being sexualized bc of his vampirism, he wants you to sexualize him because he's a stinky hairy freak that likes getting pegged by older women. Not because of some stereotype u made up in ur head about him.

That's all I know for now...

[nonhumanresources]

Summertime Gummy Fun

I know we're getting into fall but here's a solid summery story to round out the season. It's an older one so I cannot vouch for my past prose but it holds up alright. I swear I'm better at writing now. Evan is my good friend Luna's old sona but they're a pony now.

Summary: Ash, a dragon, and Evan, a goodra, pay a visit to their friend Marie—a shark taller than a skyscraper. However, Marie has some strange ideas on what to do with friends, and shenanigans ensue, including a dubious candy recipe, sharkification, a bit of a brain-bender for Evan, and a swimsuit contest. DISCLAIMER: this one is a bit more scandalous (there are boobs and they are touched) so maybe keep it 18+.

What to expect: Macro/size difference interactions, gummy shark TF via melting and setting in molds, mental/physical twinning (generally willing), excessive amounts of exposition, an awfully extended swimsuit contest, overly excitable shark girls, and some good old fashioned TG.

Length: 9.7k words.

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“You sure this is the right place?” 

Ash nodded, laughing. “Who else would have a house this big?”

Evan shrugged, his head tilted back, staring up at a door that was well over ten (and probably many more) times his own height. “Some other giant shark, I guess,” he quipped. The house it was connected to was vast, bigger than any castle, but certainly not as fancy. It seemed to be an average rural house, scaled up until it towered above the landscape around it. Sort of like everything else was just an elaborate model that some crazy giant had created. “When you said she was big, I didn’t realize you meant macro.” 

“I probably should have clarified that,” Ash mumbled, looking embarrassed. 

“Eh, don’t sweat it,” Evan said. “It’ll just make things more interesting is all. How do we, uh….” He gestured at the door, a bit of goo flicking off of his arm. 

“Knock? We don’t. I can fly up and hit the doorbell, though.” Ash pointed upwards, to where Evan could make out a box the size of a gardening shed, with an enormous button in the middle. 

“I’ll, uh, stay here,” Evan said, feeling extra conscious about his lack of wings. He wasn’t quite used to being a goodra — which technically meant being a dragon, too, like Ash. Instead of wings and scales, though, he had smooth skin and lots of slimy goop. Ash claimed it was healthy, since goodras were supposedly slug-like, but it still seemed a little excessive at times. No matter how used to it he was, though, he still loved the feeling of being one. 

“Good, because I didn’t want to carry you that whole way,” Ash said, laughing. They crouched and launched themselves upwards, jumping a good five feet before even having to flap their wings. Heh, showy gymnast…. 

Ash noisily pumped their wings up and down, and Evan watched as they grew smaller and smaller, dwarfed by the doorbell. He snickered when the dragon flew backwards, like they were getting a running start, and slammed their whole body into the doorbell, just barely managing to push it hard enough to activate. 

A ring loud enough to shake the concrete porch under Evan’s feet shattered the air, sending Ash plummeting downwards. They caught themselves about half way down, gliding down to land next to Evan, who had his paws over his ears. Luckily, it didn’t last long — one enormous ring that faded away until it was just an echo, then nothing more than an ache in their ears. 

“That was awful,” Evan declared, as soon as his ears had recovered. “Why—“

His question was interrupted by the door sailing open at an incredible speed, whistling several feet over the two dragons’ heads before slamming into the side of the house. “Visitors!”

Rest of the story is under the cut, as usual. If you prefer a Google doc format you can find that here. Comments/questions/thoughts always appreciated! If you made it this far I love you unequivocally and hope you have an anti-lugubrious day.

A voice nearly as loud as the doorbell bellowed out, and with a whoosh of air, a great head came into view as the gigantic shark Ash had told Evan about crouched down. She was easily one or two hundred feet tall - but honestly, it was hard to take in details past that at this scale. It took Evan a few moments to even discern where her face was. 

“Hi, Marie!” Ash shouted at the top of their lungs. It must sound like squeaking to her…

“Aw, lookie, it’s Ashy!” The shark responded, this time at a much softer scale. She clapped her hands together happily, which shook Evan’s bones with concussive force. “Who’s your little friend? He’s short even compared to you!” By like, a foot! Evan thought incredulously. 

Ash laughed. “Most people are short compared to me, Marie. This is Evan. Evan, Marie. Want to take us inside? We can get better acquainted there.” 

Marie nodded, shoving some of her messy hair out of her face (each strand was half as thick as Evan’s arm). “Climb aboard, passengers!” She said theatrically, bending over and sticking her hand palm-up on the ground. Its thickness was nearly as great as Evan was tall. Ash leaped up, reaching a paw down to help Evan up with them. 

Cradled safely in her palm, which was, thankfully, clean, Marie lifted them up and into the house.

Conversation was much easier once it involved a magnifying glass. 

Marie had one of the best setups Evan had seen to talk to small folk like himself. Most macros, people who lived on an entirely different magnitude of life, would just lean in close and whisper, then listen carefully for whatever response came. 

Not Marie. She carried them to a table (making airplane noises and pretending to talk over an intercom the whole way) that was still bigger than any house, letting them hop off there. On the end of the table facing the rest of the room, an enormous ring was mounted, made of dull bronze. Its base had a few buttons that were each the size of a small stage, and there was a megaphone-like cone sitting next to it. A set of regularly sized furniture, mostly squishy couches and chairs, sat under the focus of the ring, with the small end of the megaphone pointing towards it. 

Once Evan and Ash had dropped off of her palm, Evan with a wet splat that sent Marie into a fit of giggles, the shark clicked one of the buttons on the ring and sat down in a chair facing it. A line of blue light lit up along the inner edge of the ring, and Marie clapped her hands again, thankfully farther away than last time. 

”Still working! I’m always worried I’ll break this thing.” She sat back, satisfied, and Evan was able to take in more about her. It was more like looking at a Megaplex movie screen. Still intimidating, but at least he could see her whole body at once. 

Marie had wild, black hair, like a halo around her face and its permanent toothy grin. She was dressed in a tank top and capris, her skin a smoky gray along the top, paler underneath her chin, on her chest, and on the insides of her arms and hands. Her fingers came to sharp points, and her bare hind paws were the same way. A thick tail stuck out from behind her. Her whole look was casual in a happy sort of way. Everything about her radiated sheer glee. Evan couldn’t help but wonder what her sizes were - did they even size clothes for macros? Marie seemed a little curvier than normal (proportion wise, of course). Each macro probably got their own measurements - that made more sense than making giant clothes that had a chance to not fit anyone. 

Evan’s train of thought was derailed by Ash’s voice. “Like I said outside, this is Evan. He’s a great friend, you’ll love him.” They directed their voice towards the opening of the megaphone thing, and Evan could hear it echo through it, presumably coming out louder on the other side, although he didn't notice any change. Marie didn’t seem to have any trouble hearing them. 

“If he’s your friend, Ashy honey, I’m sure I will!” Marie directed her grin at Evan, who gave a slightly intimidated wave. 

“Uh. Heyyy.” Evan’s mind blanked, and there was a brief, awkward silence. Luckily, Ash jumped in. 

“Marie, why don’t you tell him how the ring works?” Ash offered. Marie jumped in her seat, tail fins flopping. 

”Totally! So, this thing used to be like, a super huge magnifying glass - I mean it still is but it’s definitely magic now! I bought it so I could see little tiny people when I talk to them but the glass kept like, lighting the table on fire!” She barked out a laugh. “So I punched it out and had Ashy-poo get someone to enchant it to just act like one instead!”

“Wait, how was it lighting the table on fire?” Evan asked, incredulous. 

“Y’know, the whole light-reflecting-thing,” Marie replied. 

“Light refraction through the magnifying glass. Like burning ants,” Ash cut in. 

“Yes! That! Smarty-dragon!” Marie exclaimed. 

“Oh, huh. I wouldn’t have thought of that.” The whole set up made a bit more sense, now. 

“Well, neither did I, goopy.” Evan laughed at that, feeling a little more relaxed now that conversation was happening. 

He fell silent for a bit as Ash and Marie chatted, catching up on each others’ lives. They went back and forth, talking about this and that, Ash describing some of the details of their latest dungeon dive and Marie excitedly talking about how she’d managed to find some giant succulents to grow (which sounded suspiciously like regular-sized trees). Evan’s mind wandered along with his eyes, flitting idly around the room. It was fairly normal looking - comfy furniture, a fireplace on one wall, a couple of doors and hallways leading out to the rest of the house. A few beach-themed accessories sat on shelves and hung on the walls, giving the place a vaguely touristy feel, along with various nicknacks scattered about. It was… pleasantly cluttered, if that was even a thing. 

“Oh!” Evan started as Marie leaped up from her chair, tail sticking straight up in the air behind her. “I totally forgot! I have this super-ultra-amazing recipe - you guys have to help me make it!” She bustled over to the table flapping her hands what felt like an excessive amount before laying one down for them to climb onto. 

Ash shrugged and bounced to her palm. “I’m not sure what all we can do to help, but I’m certainly down to try.” 

Evan felt a little bit more skeptical about it (how could he do anything in a macro kitchen?), but figured arguing with Marie would be like trying to convince a puppy to stop being cheerful. He grabbed Ash’s paw and wiggled up onto Marie’s, which promptly curled around the both of them as she rushed out of the room. Ash yelped as Evan slapped against him, but the shark’s grip wasn’t painfully tight. It wasn’t necessarily comfortable, either, though. Ash tried to yell something, but the air whooshed it away from their maw before Marie could hear it, and Evan was too disoriented to understand whatever it was. 

The walls rushing past Evan’s snout changed from brown to a light gray, and he assumed the change meant they’d entered the kitchen, although the different sizes and frankly ridiculous rush made it impossible to really tell. Marie didn’t stop and set them down, either. She bounced back and forth around the room, and the clanging from pots magnified a hundred times by their size rattled his brain. 

After what felt like much longer than it probably was, Marie’s fist opened, and Evan tumbled right out of it, Ash still stuck to him, goop pulling away from the shark skin with a wet shhlup! The pair banged into the ground, Evan’s large, squishy form splatting on top of Ash before rolling off of the now slime-covered dragon. 

Marie seemed to be humming somewhere far off. Evan was too rattled to stand; he gasped in and out, trying to regain any semblance of awareness. The ground was a solid black, and the reverberations from smacking into it left it trembling for a few moments. Pulling his face from the ground (his goo was sticking everywhere), he thought for a second that his vision might be gone, before he realized the walls were black as well. 

A pot. She’s cooking us, Evan thought, eyes growing wide with panic. He couldn’t figure out why Marie would befriend Ash just to eat them and their friend, but what with the whole ‘being in a giant pot’ thing, it was pretty obvious to him what was going down. Searching wildly, he saw Ash laying face down a few feet away. Evan crawled over and slapped their arm. 

“Get up!” he hissed, to which Ash just groaned in reply. Evan started shaking them. “Up! We gotta fly out of here!” 

Off in the distance, Marie was muttering something. “Wait, this only works for one? Shoot…”

“Aaaaash!” Evan shouted, picking up the dragon’s face. Their eyes looked unfocused - had they knocked their head?

Gosh dangit! He couldn’t get out of here alone! The sides of the pot were way too high up - he was a slug dragon, he wasn’t an actual slug! 

A giant finger suddenly appeared, shoving Evan backwards a few feet effortlessly. “Heya goopy!” The happy trill to Marie’s voice made Evan feel sick. “I gotta move Ashy over to a new pot. Hang tight in there!” Her hand wrapped around Ash, and in a moment, they were gone, leaving Evan alone. 

“Wait!” Evan’s cry did nothing to halt the titanic shark. Marie hummed along, oblivious to any distress she was causing. 

Fortunately for Evan, it didn’t last long. Marie’s face loomed over the pot, a massive iris peering down at him, accompanied by a measuring cup that could house a swimming pool. “Watch out down there,” she giggled, and before he could respond, the cup flipped over, a deluge of gelatin hunks slamming down on top of his head, darkness enclosing the Goodra as the pot beneath his feet began to glow. 

_____

Heat. Swirling, globular heat. Immense. All-encompassing. Through the simmering murk, thoughts began to emerge. Questions, curses, biting rebukes - until with the swipe of a paddle it’s wiped clean. Something rams the thoughts apart and recombines them in new, flip-flopped ways, breeding bestial brain waves from the remnants of the old. Every time the mind starts to come together it’s once again blasted apart and forcibly shoved into a new configuration, a square shoved into a circular hole over and over and over and over, and through it all the boiling, roiling heat….

_____

Evan woke up cramped. 

Actually, cramped was an understatement - he was positively crushed. Something pressed in on him from all sides, literally condensing him. That wasn’t an unusual ability for a Goodra, but something about it this time felt… off. There was some sort of tube in his maw that allowed shockingly easy breathing, but something about the way it rested against his teeth was off-putting. Adjusting was impossible; it felt like he’d been laminated. His vision didn’t seem to make any sense, a mess of blurred light. At rest it was bearable, but now that he was wriggling about, he could feel aches starting to set in. Evan groaned. What had Marie done? 

Speaking of, a booming vibration rattled whatever Evan was imprisoned in, the tenor familiar. Even though he couldn’t make out any specific words, Marie’s voice was easy to make out, and a huge swathe of his sight was suddenly darkened by a massive, indistinct figure. A lurch sent Evan’s head spinning like a broken compass, his sense of up and down completely out of whack, and the voice got louder, clearer. 

“Oooh, I can’t wait to break these molds!” she babbled. Molds? Was that what she’d stuck Evan into? Why? Was Ash in one too? Dragons didn’t compress like Goodras….

The mold rattled about a bit more, until Evan felt it squeeze even tighter. Marie must be grabbing it. He kept trying to shift, hands and feet beginning to go dumb. Was that air on his tail? It felt damp, but maybe—

Kr-shlick!

“AHA!” 

Warm air flooded across Evan’s back as Marie finally disconnected the mold, snapping it into two pieces. His face was still stuck, but at least part of him was exposed to fresh air, now. 

Evan began to immediately regret that exposure as soon as he felt his rear pop! outwards, well over twice the size it had been before. Face burning and tail flopping out into the air, feeling chunky and long and prickly all at once, Evan struggled to extricate the rest of his body. 

“Aw, how cute! That thing is massive!” Marie giggled, now only muffled by the few inches of polycarbonate, and Evan pulled and tugged harder. How dare she! When he got out of this mess, he was going to have words with that shark. If he could ever get out in the first place. 

When a claw flicked Evan’s backside, bouncing it like nothing he’d ever felt before, he finally snapped. One enormous SHOVE with both arms blew him backwards, body expanding as the pressure disappeared, snout FWUMPING out as he yelped, arms bursting wider, hips easily tripling in size. One last thing kept him attached to the mold, though - somehow, his chest was stuck, and it was doing something awful to his mind, twisting it in knots and filling his stomach with butterflies. His vision was showing him blue and white translucent skin, but he ignored it, focused fully on leveraging himself backwards, arms straining. Marie was chattering away; he wasn’t listening. One… two… 

Before he could count to three, Marie smacked his rear again, and Evan yelped, hands flying back to grab it and popping out his chest in the process, accompanied by the noise of a loud, sucking vacuum filling with air.. The stoppage, it turned out, was from a giant rack, condensed to fit the plastic shaping. Free from its confines, it flew backwards with him, wobbling, pillowy weight settling against his ribs. 

Evan quite nearly fainted again. 

Marie, on the other hand, positively squealed with delight. “OHMYGOSH! Look how HUGE you are! This is like, so incredible!!!” With a swoosh, Evan was snatched up into Marie’s paw, flying up close to her gibbering snout. “Lemme get a better look at you!”

“Put—woah—put me down!” Evan yelled, voice high and peaking. Oh, lord - he really was a girl now, wasn’t he? Or… she was, apparently. Even just thinking that made him shudder. He… she wasn’t opposed to the idea, but this was both incredibly sudden and hugely embarrassing.

“Aw, lookie that, when you blush you get all puuuurple~” Marie trilled, fanning her face with her other paw, overwhelmed. “You’re perfect, mini-me!” 

“I’m—” Evan began, then stopped, confused. “Mini-me? What are you talking about, Marie?” Fortunately, despite her excitement, she did seem to be listening closely. 

“‘M talking about you, sillyhead! You’re a little gummy Marie, isn’t that AWESOME?” She grinned, teeth glinting. 

“Excuse me?” Evan said, appalled. She glanced down at herself - gulping when she saw her cleavage squished in Marie’s grip - and noted once again the soft white and blue skin. She definitely was no longer Goodra shaped, that was for sure. 

“You know that whole recipe thing? Well, I figured, if I can make magic gummy candy, couldn’t I make my friends in magic gummy candy? Sure I had to boil it and whatever, but I was pretty sure you’d be fine. I kinda had this crazy idea a month or two ago and starting making these little people molds, since I saw this really cool video about them, you should totally watch it—”

“Marie,” Evan said sardonically. 

“Right! Uh, so yeah, I made two molds so far, both sharks, and the first one was modeled after myself! Except, ah, I made her kinda…” Marie leaned in like she was about to tell Evan a secret, winking at the same time. “Super busty! Heehee, isn’t that silly? I thought it looked sooo cute and it TOTALLY does on you!” Marie giggles, opening her palm so that Evan was sitting flat on it, waggling her other fingers at her. 

“You’re seriously telling me you put me in a mold shaped like a busty shark?” Evan cried, flopping down onto her rear. The softness of the landing on her puffy rear was like another impact on her already confused mentality. “You can’t just do that to people, Marie! What if I was like… I dunno, allergic to gummies? That would be totally bad! I… argh, why am I talking like you? Fix this!” 

“Awhhh, you’ll be fiiine, the gummy thing is like, totally reversible. Chillax, Mini Marie,” the shark teased, winking again. “Here, lemme show ya how good you look.” The palm started moving, forcing Evan to brace herself with both paws so that she didn’t teeter off the edge. Marie high-tailed it through her home, out of the kitchen (which was an absolute mess, Evan noted), through the den where the magnifier was situated, and finally through a hallway to reach the bathroom. Evan noticed that she was expecting to find it there. This was her first time in the house - why would she know anything about what rooms were where? Maybe it was just intuition. She sighed, reaching up one paw and hesitantly bouncing her rack lightly, curious. Whatever ingredients Marie had used, they were seriously fluffy. That touch brought a blush to her cheeks, coloring them a sweet plum. 

Finally coming to a stop in front of the bathroom sink, Marie thrust out her palm, placing Evan directly in front of a mirror. At first glance, all she saw was blue and white; she looked down, groaning, not wanting to see any details. Marie wouldn’t have it; she prodded Evan to her feet and placed a giant finger under her chin, pushing it up so that she could meet her own eyes in the mirror. They were set in a cheery cerulean face with a sharp, blunt muzzle. Evan braced herself, looked down, and promptly froze. 

She was so curvy. Like, she’d been able to tell that already, but seeing it was… shocking. “Grkk,” was the only thing she could think to say as she twisted, Marie drawing away her finger and grinning. 

Evan was now a perky female shark, rendered in pearl and sapphire, jewel tones made entirely of sugar. She was naked, yes, but she had been naked as a goodra too, so really not much had changed. Any problematic areas were smoothed away, likely because Marie hadn’t included those details in the mold. The dorsal side of her back and arms was a light oceanic shade, deepening towards her back in a gorgeous fade as the thickness of the gummy material increased, the indigo of an abyss. Her chin and the front of her throat, torso, and the inside of her arms and legs were all white - funnily enough, it was similar to how Ash usually looked. The white gelatin made up about half the thickness of her body where it was present, like a regular gummy shark. Her face was mostly blue, with white freckles spattered across her cheeks, and hair matching Marie’s of a slightly darker shade. Her sharp teeth were all squishy, of course, as well as her pointed hands and feet. A fat tail swung lazily behind her, cute fins poking out the top and adorning the end. 

Outside of a few details, she seriously was identical to Marie. The shark’s happy-go-lucky grin was plastered on Evan’s face (oh, lord, why am I smiling my face off at this…?), her smile lines rendered in perfect sugary detail. Arms and legs had the same tight, wiry strength and soft curves, and her hair held the same cute part. She even, Evan noted while walking a tight circle on Marie’s palm, flounced about the same way. The major difference was the frankly massive chest and hips, which were clearly overboard. Marie was certainly well-endowed but it was still… well, reasonable. Evan faced away from the mirror and reached around to push a paw against her huge rear, face a wine-colored mess of blush. 

“This is excessive!” she stammered, punctuating it with a high-pitched laugh. She couldn’t tell if it was incredulous or ecstatic. Her brain was so muddled….

“I know, isn’t it AWESOME?” Marie sang, leaning down. “I’m SUCH a hottie! Look at that butt!” 

“I am and I hate it!” Evan wailed, twisting her neck to look up at the other shark. Being made of sweet collagen had its perks, namely increased flexibility, so it was easy to contort to both look straight upwards and keep her corkscrewed pose at the same time. 

“Aw, don’t be a brat,” she chided, flipping her paw so that Evan dropped to her stomach with an oof! She laid across Marie’s fingers, her chest hanging off the edge. “I want a chance to look at you now! You got yours, heehee.” 

“What—ACK!” Evan yelped as Marie’s paw smushed her rear around. “HEY! THAT’S MINE!” 

“It’s ours, silly~” Marie reminded her, not letting up in the slightest. Evan squirmed about, protesting, but she wouldn’t listen. It felt amazing, too, which made it all that much more embarrassing, and all the while she kept on chattering. 

“Oh, we’re going to have so much fun! Having another me is like, SUCH a relief, you know? Ashy is such a little cutie but they’re sorta on a different wavelength. Oh, maybe they’ll match more now that they’re a shark too….” 

“Wait, Ashy—”

Marie interrupted Evan with a gasp, her eyes sparkling. “You used their nickname! This is like, totally working, mini me!” Evan tried to mumble a rebuttal, but Marie wouldn’t listen. 

Was she really becoming more like her? Her brain was like, all over the place. It was hard to tell! How was she supposed to figure anything out with all this stuff happening? 

...those thoughts hardly even felt like me….

Maybe this really was having an affect on her mind. The thought was terrifying, but… exhilarating all the same. The thought of being just like Marie made her feel all warm, like her body was softening as it would on the stove. 

“Okay, time to inspect the front,” Marie sayid knocking Evan out of her train of thought as she easily flipped her over like a pancake with one smooth motion. Evan folded her arms over her chest, frowning. 

“No,” she stated, frowning. 

“Don’t be a spoilsport,” Marie retorted, a claw jabbing Evan’s side, sinking into it. 

“No!” she said again, louder, her chest squashing out from under her arms. “It’s like, totally my rack!” Evan cringed - why was she talking like that? 

“Ours, I already told you that, silly. C’mon, just a peek? It’ll be quick!” Marie pleaded, rocking Evan in her palm. The gummy shark sighed. If it was really just a peek, then what was the harm? Besides, she couldn’t handle the physical feedback from her arms taught over her chest for much longer. She grunted, looking away and thrusting her arms down to her sides, hands balled into fists. Marie giggled and leaned down, kissing the side of Evan’s head. 

“Perfect, mini me!” she sang out. Wasting no time, Marie clasped her hands together with Evan cradled in the center. She leaned in close to look Evan up and down, murmuring all the while. Her hot breath blew over her smooth skin. The moisture made her skin a little less smooth, more tacky against the humongous palm. After a few moments, she spoke up again. “Can I feel your sides? They look soooo soft, I just gotta.” 

Conflicted, Evan just mumbled a tight, “Whatever.” What was she supposed to do? Refuse to let Marie feel her own gummy self? Gummy replica, Evan reminded herself; She was totes not Marie. 

She braced herself as Marie bent in her thumbs, squashing her sides and squishing into them. It was an enormous tease as the edges of her thumbs brushed up against her bouncing chest. She HAD to have realized that! Evan squirmed, the scent of her perfume strong in her nose. Was that coming from herself, perhaps…? 

“Yep, TOTALLY me!” Marie declared, thumbs still in place. 

“Am not!” Evan yelled. 

“Am too!” Marie threw back cheerfully. “Wait, does that like, even work?” 

“Uh… I’d have to ask Ashy,” Evan admitted, stumbling a little as Marie compressed her lungs tight with an especially strong massage. Her face was nothing but a berry-colored blush. 

“Mmm, yep, that’s me alright. Can’t you feel it?” Marie pressed, both metaphorically and literally. Her hot breaths made it hard to think. She was starting to bend. 

“Awwhh, I like, absolutely see it in your face! Let all those weird gooey thoughts just melt out your cute ears, hun. You’re me now, there’s no need to worry! Sexy sharky, body and mind, hehe! Well, as much as is even in there, hehe. Goodness knows my big noggin is reaaaal empty sometimes. It’s just so easy to go with the flow, you know?” Marie’s fingers slid teasingly up her inner arms, barely touching her chest before sliding back down the outside of her plush limbs, leaving Evan panting. “You’ll be like, soooo happy to be me, I can just feel it! You just gotta let me out! Or in? I dunno. Who cares? Just be me~” 

Those last words sunk deep, deep, deep into Evan’s mind. She felt so… relaxed, in Marie’s hands. What she was saying made sense. It would be so nice to be Marie….

“I know just the thing to convince you.” Marie leaned even closer, plunging Evan into shadow. “No good Marie can resist a tease - and you’re the best little Marie there’s ever been~” She connected the gap between their faces, planting a kiss on Evan’s entire face. It was impossible to escape, due to the sheer size. At the same moment, her thumbs moved inwards, and Ma… Evan let out a strangled, muffled yelp as Marie squished her rack together. She couldn’t move; her thoughts were… so light. She felt….

Good. She f… felt gooood. Great, even. Flustered, sure; worked up, absolutely. The tease was magnificently executed. Marie’s words echoed in her mind, drowning out her old voice, the kiss helping to draw a new one up to the surface. The chest massage made her eyelids flutter and knees wobble. Her thighs rubbed together as her paws paddled at Marie’s hand, the coarse texture on her paws almost as good as the professional tease on her midsection. Her whole being was surrounded in Marie’s warmth and life and scent, and her stomach became wild with butterflies as she imagined herself falling, falling into that cocoon of someone else’s self. 

When Marie finally broke the kiss, she found herself staring back at her, a matching woozy look in all four eyes. 

“Like, wow, I had no clue I was such a good kisser!~” she spoke in unison, then broke into laughter, identical except for the decibel rating. She wiped a tear away, in mirrored unison with herself, faces rosy cheeked and breathing heavy. 

Mini Marie sighed, leaning back into a salacious pose. “Mmmmnnn, I can’t WAIT to get used to myself,” she drawled, while her bigger self gave her an approving smile. 

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Big Marie said, a predatory glint in her eye. “I still have to wake up Ashy - and then, it’s party time!” 

_____

With her new small body, it was like, suuuper easy to pop Ashy right out of her mold. All it took was a few good tugs before Mini Marie popped it open, revealing a much less curvy and significantly more panicked shark. Their (now her, judging by that bust and rear) red scales must have done something to the recipe—instead of being white and blue, Ashy was green and pink, with a completely different consistency. Where Mini Marie was incredibly soft, able to squash and stretch, Ashy was much more firm. Pressure left dents in her skin that slowly filled in, rather than the instant bounce of the blue shark. Her hair was molded into place, puffy and springy. The gummy material was also entirely opaque. Perhaps it had been a different recipe - Marie didn’t really remember, and it didn’t quite matter. They were both gorgeous either way, so who cared? Marie preferred the blue, but she waaaas kinda jealous about the perk that the denser gummy had. 

“This isn’t okay!” Ashy shouted up to Big Marie, waving her arms. Mini Marie watched with a grin, lounging and nibbling on a tailfin. “You can’t just do this to people, Marie!” 

“Why not?” Both of the other sharks asked simultaneously, before bursting into fits of giggles. They were totes on the same wavelength. Ashy sighed, rubbing her forehead with a paw. The pose was SUPER cute - Mini Marie would have taken a picture if she hadn’t lost her phone somewhere. Oopsies! 

“Turning people into candy clones of yourself is not the sort of thing you do on a first visit, hun,” Ashy explained. 

Both Maries tilted their heads to the side. “Like, why not?” Big Maire asked. 

“But I’m sooo adorable as her!” Mini Marie chimed in. 

“How many visits are you SUPPOSED to wait? Is there like, a time when it’s considered polite?”

“Yeah, I have great manners!” 

“Ohmygosh, we should get little me a tiny French dress, that would be magnifique!” 

“Let me rephrase that: just don’t turn people into candy clones!” Ashy’s voice was strained; Mini Marie wondered why. “You just don’t do that sort of thing!”

Big Marie frowned and folded her arms, Mini Marie following a second after. “Well, that’s just not fair. How are we supposed to have a party if you’re not the cutest little gummy sharks EVER?” 

Ashy’s tail lashed as she started explaining the concept of party invitations, but Mini Marie stopped listening. She was way more focused on the other shark’s tail. And maybe stealing glances at her butt. Okay, TOTALLY stealing glances at her butt, but she wasn’t gonna apologize for it! Cute butts are for looking, she should know, as the candy with the cutest butt around! Plus, Ashy was wiggling all over the place as she wagged, which increased the cuteness by like… thirty. No, fifty! Licking her chops, Mini Marie waggled her own rear, then pounced—not as Ashy’s tush, she wasn’t RUDE. Just at her tail, to give it a nice taste test. 

Ashy’s speech was interrupted by a high pitched yelp. She grabbed at her thick tail, pulling it upwards in both arms, fishing up a Marie attached to it near the end. She grinned at her friend through a mouthful of sweet, watermelon-flavored tail. Ashy huffed, disgruntled, and flicked her nose, forcing her to let go with a grunt. Marie kept the smile on, though. 

“Your butt’s hot,” she stated. Ashy’s cheeks grew a little less green and a little more pink as she twisted, still gripping a mass of tail, trying to glance behind her. 

Big Marie interrupted with a laugh. “Alright you two, stop flirting.”

“I wasn’t—” Ashy started, then screeched as Mini Marie smacked her rear. Big Marie laughed. 

“You TOTES were. We don’t have time for that now, though. It’s time to get our summer party started!” 

With that, she scooped up the gummy sharks—one bickering, one flirting back in kind—and bustled to her bedroom.

_____

Mini Marie got deposited with Ashy at the far end of Big Marie’s vast bed, surrounded by curtains. They seemed to be mismatched cloth scraps with an assortment of patterns and textures, all strung up on bent coat hangers thicker than her own neck. She hadn’t gotten a good glimpse of the rest of the bedroom, besides the purple blanket draped across the bed. It was soft under her paws. 

Big Marie disappeared from above the pair while they got their bearings, returning a moment later with something clutched between her paws, her shadow encroaching like that of a titan. 

“Alright, girls, here’s the plan,” she declared. Ashy spoke up before she could continue. Or, well, yelled up, whatever. 

“Marie, just let us leave and sort this mess out!” she called, hands on her hips. Mini Marie only glanced down a couple of times. 

“Awww, come oooon, Ashy-pie!” Big Marie pouted. “Just for a little while, then you can go. Pleeeease?” 

Ashy sighed an ADORABLE little sigh. How was her snout that cute? Mini Marie tried to cross her eyes and look down at her own, and ended up all dizzy. Whoops. “Promise you’ll help us afterwards?” Big Marie nodded eagerly, flashing a smile. 

“Ugh. Fine. Go on.” She waved a hand, flopping down onto the blanket. 

“You’re the best!” Big Marie kissed the tip of one finger, bopping Ashy on the nose with it (which had the side effect of shoving her deeper into the thick blanket). Mini Marie bent down, arms swinging behind her, and planted another one on the side of her cheek. The watermelon tang lingered on her lips. 

The macro shark cleared her throat and continued, rolling her head to toss her hair over a shoulder. “I’ve been wanting to do this for AGES, so I’m like, mega excited to announce our first annual shark girl fashion show!” With a flourish, she opened her paws, a colorful mass of something flying out from between them and raining down upon Mini Marie and Ashy. It took a few moments to discern what they were; once the top half of a bikini smacked Ashy in the face, sending Marie into a fit of giggles, it was pretty obvious. 

“This year’s theme: swimwear!” Marie planted her hands on her hips, cocked to one side, her eyes glinting.

“Oh, come on!” Ashy groaned. She dropped her head back and her gummy hair bobbed.

“No freaking way!” Mini Marie babbled at the same time. She dove towards the piles, but Big Marie stopped her with a click of her tongue. She tumbled head over tail, the soft blanket stopping her on her stomach. 

“Ah-ah-ah, let me explain the rules first,” she chided. Mini Marie sat back with a flustered but cheeky grin. 

“First rule… be as TOTALLY SEXY as possible! There’s three rounds, so make ‘em count!” she declared, trying to look serious. She snorted then devolved into laughter. “Okay, that’s the only rule, get dressed! I wanna see you cutiepies as soon as possible! Walk through the curtains and you’ll be on the stage, so make sure you’re dressed when you head out!” Giggling at herself, Big Marie’s giant silhouette disappeared as the shark walked away with booming steps. 

Alone with Ashy once again, Mini Marie shot towards the swimsuits, sweeping them up in big heaps and sorting through them. She was an absolute fashion EXPERT - finding the perfect fit should be a piece of cake! Fortunately, neither one of them really needed privacy, already being completely undressed and still modest by most standards, so she could help Ashy pick one, too. Oooh, this was going to be so much fun!~

Ashy was just looking at her, so while she sorted the swimsuits into groups by type, she held them up to her friend’s body, looking for one that would fit such a tall build that wasn’t too tight in the bust. 

“Evan,” Ashy said, tail flicking. It had a pair of swim trunks dangling off its fin. Marie went on humming; like, who was she trying to talk to?

“Evan,” she repeated, stepping forwards. Marie glanced up, brow furrowed, holding a light red tankini, a sort of bra-skirt combo. Nah, that wouldn’t—

“Evan!” Ashy shouted, grabbing her shoulders. Marie eeped at the intensity in the shark’s pink and green face. Despite being the same shape, it almost seemed like her hair was wild in that moment. 

“I—I don’t—” Marie babbled, glancing anywhere but the eyes of the shark in front of her. And DEFINITELY not at those teeth. They were surely soft, but that didn’t make the sight less intimidating. 

Ashy sighed, expression softening. “Sorry. Too intense.” 

Marie nodded quickly. “YeahthatwasreallyscaryandyoushouldneverdothatagainlikeHOLYGOD.” She took a breath. “I thought you were gonna straight up EAT ME.” Ashy blinked, opening her maw and poking at her teeth - soft, sure enough. 

“Okay, okay, my bad. But you won’t listen!” she complained. 

“I like, always listen to you, babe!” Marie countered. “I didn’t think you were talking to me because that’s not even my name, silly goose.” 

“Okay, first of all, not true, and second, it most DEFINITELY is,” Ashy said flatly. Marie didn’t like the tone in her voice; it sounded too… matter-of-fact. Like it had to be true because it just… it just was. She didn’t like that at all. 

“It most definitely is not,” Marie said in a mimicry of Ashy’s serious tone, trying to lighten the mood. “Come on, you know me! Rawr, big shark Marie! Except like, totally your size. And candy!” Marie grinned and pointed at her own sharp teeth, squashing them with her other paw. 

Ashy just sighed at that, so she dropped her paws. “You’re absolutely brainwashed, aren’t you?”

Marie thought about it for a moment. Brainwashed, like… her brain was clean? Her mind did feel like, suuuuper empty. Just cute shark thoughts swimming around sometimes. So, a yes, then! She grinned and nodded, hair flapping. This conversation stuff was easy-peasy. Although, judging by Ashy’s hard time responding, maybe she hadn’t gotten it exactly. 

“There’s no way Marie would do this on a whim. Or even could do this. So it must have been at least partially willing. Ugh…” Ashy buried her face in her paws, and Marie’s tail drooped. She was… a good friend, right? So that meant comforting her other friend, even if that friend was also like, being all weird and stuff and making no sense at all. Maybe she was just going through something! Marie snuggled up to Ashy, tucking her arms around her friend, chest resting on top of hers. 

“Aw, it’ll be okay, sweetheart,” Marie cooed, rocking back and forth. Ashy made a strangled sound. 

“Drowning in boob,” she managed to eek out around the grapple. Marie snickered. 

“Taste good?~”

“I literally cannot breathe,” came the reply. So, probably a yes! She loosened the vice-like hug all the same, though. Ashy took in a great gulp of air and mumbled something about artificial sweeteners, her face much pinker than before. Just how Marie liked it!

“Look, we need to talk,” Ashy murmured. “I’m worried.” 

“Worried about me? I’m totally fine, sweetcheeks,” Marie said squeezing Ashy’s rear for emphasis. The shark jumped in her grip. 

“YES, worried about you,” she replied through gritted teeth, swatting away the prying paw. 

“Well, just don’t be! I’m not, it’s way easier.” Marie winked. 

“Doesn’t work that way.” 

“Can it work that way right now?” 

“I… what?” 

“Listen, I really want to do this swimsuit competition,” Marie explained, her tone almost pleading. “Like, so so so bad. SOOOO BAD. You wouldn’t even GET how badly—”

“Point being?” Ashy interjected.

“...Point being, let’s talk after and have fun now!” Marie finished. Ashy scrunched up her nose all cute-like, thinking about it. It took waaaay too long. Marie idly wondered what it would be like to have that many thoughts, thinking about how her hips were curled against Ashy’s. 

“You’ll come to my house to figure things out afterwards?” Ashy finally asked, pensive. 

“A date? Abso-freaking-lutely I will!” Marie exclaimed. 

“Not a date! It’s a magic removal session!” Ashy tried to explain, flustered. Marie hipchecked her now-totally-unofficial-girlfriend. She almost shuddered at how good that felt to think. “And stop looking at my cleavage!” Marie (reluctantly) obliged, tongue poking out innocently. 

“I’m going on a daaate with Aaaashy~” she sang, planting a smooch on the shark’s lips. Ashy wriggled out of it eventually, sputtering, but her grip made it take quite a while. Marie was excited, all the way down to her core - something within her knew that Ashy was probably the smart one, and that the smart one was usually right. That feeling was buried deep within, though, under layers of bubbly, sharky exterior. If it was all some sort of mental charade, well, it was a darn good one. She had herself fooled, even! Whoever this Evan character was, she’d MUCH rather be Marie, and so that was what she’d stay, sense be darned! Boobs were way better than sense anyway. Especially these ones. So there.

No way she’d pass up a one-on-one with a cutie like Ashy, though, that girl was a tuna and a half. A fish that fine had to be caught by hand, not bought at any old deli. She licked her chops, once again appraising her friend’s figure, just as any Marie would respectfully do. It wasn’t like checking out a stranger; this was all compliment, a reminder of how much of a babe she was inside and out. Ashy was too focused on the blue raspberry-marshmallow taste in her mouth to notice. Cutie….

Now wasn’t the time for silly smooches, though. Marie was buzzing to dive into action. The time for swimsuits was now!

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Marie gathered up all the swimsuits into one giant pile. Leaping atop it and posing for dramatic flair, she tore into it in a sort of fashion feeding frenzy. The swimwear was sorted into over a dozen piles based on cut and style that made no sense to Ashy, who stood by in awe. It took mere moments for Marie to toss the last one-piece onto a neat stack, brushing away a bit of foam at the corners of her maw. She smiled sheepishly at Ashy, who gave her an impressed two thumbs up. 

“Okay, round one, we don’t want to go for anything too crazy,” Marie asserted. “We want the judges to be like, ‘Oh wow, that’s kinda cute,’ get all intrigued, not like, ‘Ew she’s trying too hard, why is she even on the stage, ugh, get her out of here.’” 

“What,” Ashy grunted.

“Just put this on,” Marie commanded, tossing a salmon colored one-piece with a plunged neckline to Ashy, who tried to argue, but withered under her commanding glare. It was seriously too cute.

“As for me,” Marie mused, wandering around her piles. Might as well keep the theming; she snagged a few different articles with her paws and tail, comparing them. There was a nice, minty, ruched garment; perhaps a bit too gaudy? It was that, or a full upper-body wetsuit with a patterned set of fish decals, the bottom tapering to a regular swimsuit. She could work with that. 

“Marie!” she called out, as loud as she could. “Accessories!” 

A sheepish eye glanced over the top of the curtains. “Thought you’d never ask.” She shared a grin with herself. 

After another shower of summertime gear, Marie tugged her arms into the wetsuit, letting it snap into place against her thighs snugly. It felt a bit strange without water nearby, but that was okay; this was for the show, anyway. She could always swim later. Grabbing a few last minute additions, Marie took a deep breath and smacked away the curtains, dashing out between them, long tail trailing behind. As promised, there was a long deck lit by car-sized fairy lights along the edges. Big Marie knelt on the ground at the other end so that her head, resting on the bed, was level with the runway. A clipboard rested on the bed beside her, and she’d donned a pair of wide, sharp glasses.

“I’m here for the rescue!” Mini Marie shouted, posing. The dash made her chest bounce underneath the rashguard, which surely garnered Along with the wetsuit, she’d procured a whistle and surfboard, completing her lifeguard outfit. It was a strong starting point; Big Marie applauded and whistled, making a few bubbling noises and calling out ‘I wish you could rescue me, tiny shark!’ 

Ashy stumbled out next, blinking in the lights. She’d snagged a net, somewhere, as well as a pair of flip flops, and had swapped out the one-piece for one of similar style but with birds flying across it. She leaned forwards, making good use of the plunge neckline, butt out and tail waggling. She was every part the silly tourist, out to catch something exotic. Mini Marie giggled, snapping her fingers politely, and Big Marie gave an approving nod. The smaller shark girl led the way back along the runway, making sure to swing her tail wide, giving glimpses of what was beneath all the way back, and earned one more wolf whistle from her bigger self. 

By the time Ashy had made it through the curtains, Marie was already undressed. “Round two!” she called out, flitting around between piles. “First impressions over; let’s start showing off what we’re made of!” 

“Marie, aren’t you yourself a judge? Doesn’t that make this a little unfair?” Ashy asked, slowly struggling out of the one-piece. 

“Uh, duh,” she replied. “Me or my bestest friend and maybe more are totally gonna win!” Ashy rolled her eyes and Marie’s tail errantly flung a cheeky bikini bottom in her face. 

Marie bit her lip, deep in thought. Deeper, perhaps, than she’d EVER been in thought. This competition was really letting her grow into herself, solidifying her as… well, as Marie. 

The choices for the second round didn’t have to be perfect, so it didn’t take too long to decide. Marie concocted a couples outfit, dragging Ashy into it with the sheer genius of its design. They waltzed out of the curtain, arm in arm, the epitome of summertime chic. Ashy had on a tight black longline swim top, vest-like, with a large shark bite out of the bottom right, outlined in blue, showing off her whole side and just a titch of side boob, along with a pair of boyshorts, like a bikini bottom with a bit extra coverage in both back and front, blue to match the bite out of her top. A half-sized pink denim jacket rested atop the swim shirt, unbuttoned and loose, reaching about to her mid back. Her tail was bangled, and she had matching sunglasses with her partner. 

Marie, on the other side, was wearing a tomboyish combination of tight briefs with a small cut up the sides and a loose-fitting tank top, off-white with bright spray paint splatters across the front. A bra underneath ensured the shirt accentuated her curves. She completed it all with her own ironic twist: a whale tail, made with a bottom that wrapped underneath her tail, stretching out over her huge hips above the briefs. The two leaned against each other back to back, looking like a hot pair of babes ready for a day of sitting on the sand. Marie had even discovered chewing gum somewhere, and tipped her glasses down, idly blowing a bubble. 

Big Marie whooped, giving a big round of applause. “I didn’t even think of a doubles round, good job me!” She started scribbling furiously, waving the two away. Mini Marie dragged Ashy back in, laughing gleefully, absolutely elated. Ashy actually smiled back, and Marie couldn’t help but throw her arms around the watermelon shark, nuzzling her neck. 

“Woah, hey, we aren’t ACTUALLY a hot lesbian beach couple,” Ashy chuckled, prying off Marie. “Come on, what’s your idea for the third round?” 

Marie nodded, coming back to earth. She undressed, then sat in the center of the dressing ‘room,’ silent. She ran through all sorts of combinations in her mind; her face was all squeezed inwards, like she’d bit into a lemon. So many options… what might please the judge? If she didn’t think it was perfect, then the larger her wouldn’t, either. Something that accentuated their natural gifts, not just fancy fabric that hid them.

Ashy’s was easy; Marie personally picked out the designs that would fit her best. She was unsure, at first, but by the time Marie finished explaining, the bait had been taken, and Ashy was convinced. Marie handed her a large, wide-brimmed summer hat to polish off the outfit. 

“I can’t wear that, I’ve got…” Ashy trailed off, her hand reaching up behind her head and grabbing empty air. “Ah. Yeah, Never mind.” 

Marie waved her off to go change. She’d taken the time to meditate a bit more on her decision, so why couldn’t she think of what it should be? All the other rounds had been easy enough. She herded Ashy towards the curtain, still bare-skinned. Bare-gummied? Did it count as skin if you were the same material all the way through? 

“Wait, aren’t you going to dress up?” Ashy questioned her, clutching her prop nervously. 

“It’s a surprise,” Marie said, grinning, although she didn’t feel it. “Go slay, babe, I’ll be out soon.” 

Ashy took a moment to steady themselves and nodded. She spun around, marching out the curtain, and Marie whipped back to the clothes piles, tail lashing. There wasn’t much time left. She had to just… just pick something. She closed her eyes, spun until she couldn’t remember what way was up or down, and flopped face first on her snout, feeling it squish into a pile of fabric. Behind her, she felt her tail snag on something; as she sat up, another piece dangled from her snout. She opened her eyes to see what she had. 

“Oh, bless you, me,” she whispered, grinning. This was going to be good. 

Ashy, meanwhile, swept outside the curtain, rushing forwards with one hand keeping the hat tilted down. She reached the end of the runway and flicked her tail, tossing a tennis ball off to the side where Marie had snuck out to set up a giant fan. The impact made it rattle to life. Reaching down, she grasped in both hands the handle of the picnic basket she’d been carrying in her paws, tilting the hat back and up to look Marie in the eyes, a serene smile on her face betraying no inner unsurity. She was dressed in a fine silk halter top, tied around the neck and emphasizing the smooth, natural curves of her rack, beautiful in the way it framed her upper chest. She wore a side-tie bottom to match, both patterned in brilliant magenta flowers. The tight garment rose up high along her hips, showing off just how long her legs were. A light green side-skirt wrapped around her waist, draped down over her left thigh where she rested her weight. The loose ribbons and skirt fluttered in the breeze, a soft ripple going along the floppy brim of her woven hat. She was a soft, gentle treasure, confident in the way she almost didn’t care for her form, as if it were simply incidental to her search for the perfect place to rest for a picnic. 

Marie positively squealed with delight, immediately sweeping up Ashy into her vast paws, blathering. The calm demeanor broke as Ashy squawked indignantly, but there was nothing she could do except be nuzzled by a giant shark snout. 

After a moment, though, a tension in the air caused them to both fall silent. Mini Marie’s lack of an entrance left the air abuzz, a book with no conclusion, a shock with no recoil. The true dominating presence of the show had yet to make an appearance. Marie lowered her palm so Ashy could watch, both sitting with bated breath as the curtain rustled in the wind of the fan. 

With a suddenness that drew a gasp from both onlookers, the curtain was flung back. In a flash of deep blue and striking white, Marie strutted out, hips swinging rhythmically from side to side, gummy rack bouncing lightly with each rhythmic step. She’d opted for simple—what was more beautiful than Marie, after all? A skinny spandex top that could barely cover even a small portion of her immense chest squeezed her rack, gummy material spilling around it. Two tight bands ran down from a circle underneath her bust, across her front and down between her thighs, merging at the bottom. It was the most revealing thing she could find, and it showed off her luxurious curves and the softness of her very being. Ashy actually blushed, looking away, while Big Marie stared, mouth agape, at the sheer audacity of her new gummy clone. 

After a minute of posing (during which several latex groans were heard, Ashy worrying that the whole thing might snap under pressure), Big Marie set down her captive and started to clap. Slowly at first, it swelled into cheering and hollering and ecstatic cries. Mini Marie won the swimsuit competition, hands down; anyone willing and able to pull off something like that had too much confidence to lose. Even Ashy agreed that she probably would have won even without the biased judging. 

The after party lasted well into the night. Marie broke out a fruity vodka, filling a bowl for the sharks to rest in while chugging far too much herself. Both Maries got completely sloshed, the gummy one swelling up around her swimsuit as she absorbed veritable gallons of the alcoholic drink, her looser constitution making the swimsuit squish into her curves tighter instead of blowing itself it bits. Ashy politely abstained; someone had to get the gummies home, after all, and neither Marie could argue that fact (although they did indulge in a bit of juice, finding their belly ever so slightly distended and squishy). So, instead, they partied wildly. Many sloshed, soppy kisses were exchanged, deep secrets told, and potential partners discussed, to great length. Having herself to talk to made Marie incredibly chatty, and it took another half hour to finally get to the front door. 

Big Marie set them down on the porch and hiccuped. “Like, ooohhhhhmygoddddddd, Ashy-pie, this was like… soooo gh… good. Hic. We should d… do this like, every year!” 

Ashy just waved. “Bye, Marie. I’ll talk to you soon.” The waterlogged gummy draped over her shoulder glanced up, confused. 

“Yer leavin’ me…?” she mumbled, sounding heartbroken. 

“No, hun, we’re going home.” Ashy looked back up to Big Marie, who was swaying back and forth, mumbling a sea shanty. “Marie, you know how to fix this, right?” 

Big Marie nodded vigorously. “Oh, yeahyeah! Totally, totally. It’s - hic. It’s like, waaaay super duper easy.” 

“Great, mind telling me what it is?” 

“Mmmyeah.” 

Ashy waited there, patiently. Marie stood, eyes lidded, and looked as if she were about to say something. 

Instead, she let out a soft burp, mumbled “Gnight,” and dragged the door closed, swinging shut over the sharks’ heads.. No amount of knocking and yelling brought her back out, even when Mini Marie joined in, yowling like an alley cat. She promptly fell asleep after that.

“Fine. I’ll just do it myself…” Ash mumbled, slinging their transformed and mentally transfigured friend over a shoulder. All in all, it could have been a lot worse; it certainly could have been better. They could be back to normal instead of stuck in a gummy body with no way of knowing how to go back, and they could have a friend who wasn’t convinced that he was a bimbo shark girl. But, well, Marie did know how to throw a good party. 

With a snoring vodka gummy squelching over their shoulder, Ash started the long walk home. 

[hitaka5ever]

Pride Month YCHs (Infinite Slots for now)

I'm currently taking Pride Month YCHs with DA user michifishu's pride flag bases. I wanna start early so I can be sure to have all of them done by/in June

Price: Color: $27 Shading: $32 # of Slots: Unlimited for now

How to order: Email me at real.rockyfuller@gmail.com with a ref sheet of your OC/sona, their species and orientation (if it isn't on the ref) your PayPal email, and how complete you want it (just put "color" or "shading") Note: I will send you an invoice to pay. Please try to pay within 1 week so I don't waste my time making something, only to be snubbed. You will NOT receive the finished piece until the invoice is paid off

About me: I am a transmasculine enby that uses he/him pronouns and I live in a country where anti-trans healthcare and legislation is being passed in several states. I don't think Oregon will be changing anything bc we're a democrat state, and our Governor is a lesbian democrat. But the biggest concern is 2024, where Trump has already threatened to make being transgender illegal across the country. If he or any of his cohorts (DeSantis is running) wins the presidency, the lives of trans POC, trans Jews, and all trans people will be in jeopardy

Most of the profits of these commissions are going towards my livelihood, as I wish to be a full time freelance artist going forward, but I will send a small percentage to pro-trans charities, especially for POC and Jews, who have more at stake than I ever will as a white atheist

Thank you for reading and I hope you will consider buying a pride flag YCH slot. I also have other types of commissions if you want something else instead (I currently do human/anthro reference sheets, headshots/icons, and other YCHs. I do not do full drawings or comics at this time)

Stay safe my fellow LGBTQIA+ family! We can get through these scary times if we stick together and not give up hope

I love you all 🖤🤎❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[gardenergulfie]

so i added joey to my silly lil mlb hero au he's the chloe to katherine's adrien but a better character. he and kat are childhood best friends and his infatuation with katherine is stemmed from a "oh im a boy shes a girl and we like each other a lot and enjoy each others company so we must be married and in love yes" and katherine doesnt really have the heart to tell joey shes not interested thinking "oh i'll reciprocate eventually" like these two got heavy comphet goin on eventually katherine realises her feelings for shrub though and tells joey and hes like "oh if thats the case i guess i shouldnt pursue you anymore good luck with winning shrub's heart tho" and the next day everyone is absolutely bewildered how joey went from declaring his definitely real love for katherine every 5 minutes to "oh no we're just friends now" and shrub probably tries to explain to him that's not how crushes work at some point

but when he's not a civilian is a night time rascal, sometimes a vigilante that does the right thing in the end but sometimes he causes problems On Purpose bc like his childhood best friend he has the rich kid urge to be rebellious. I debated wether or not to use his s1 or s2 character for his night time sona but then i opted for s2, he's a pirate themed anti-hero and when he gets corrupted by xornoth he's parrot themed it fits yes.

also around the first-ish meeting he and katherine's hero sonas meet, he's under the impression that she's flirting with him and he's like "excuse me sir im very flattered but i have a girlfriend" and kat was Not Flirting at all, she's very confused but also feeling a bit gender affirmed anyways then he turns around sees Xornoth and proceeds to have homoerotic tension with him and katherine is even more confused

OH THATS VERY GOOD FOR HIM LOL MY SILLY!!

[kllrorca]

TLDR;

- Hai!!!! I'm Orca also now known as Mylo (bc the name is pretty and i wanna feel pretty :3) I'm an alter who's LITERALLY our host but I also have some fictionkins I'll need to regulate later on umm!!!!

- I age with the body and rn, we are 17 :3 I DON'T HAVE A DNI (beside the basic one!!) I'm just existing ^_^ I USE THEY/THEM!!!!!!!!

- I CAN'T FOLLOW BACK!! This is a side blog and even tho host doesn't use tumblr to post, ik he wouldn't want any proshippers in his following so I'm gna respect that :3 (feel free to follow me anywhere else that DOESN'T connect this type of stuff)

- I AM A PROSHIPPER AND PROFIC(??! I need to search more about it but it seems fun :3)

Tsdr [Too short didn't read];

ITS ME!!! - KllrOrca :3

— Mylo/Orca ; Minor ; They/Them ; Headmate

- SIDE BLOG. Other socials will be put later!

- I'm usually fronting, if I'm not fronting u have the permission to ask about me!! The host might not respond but sooner or later I will instead :3

- I am a proshipper & Profic, I'm still getting used to being public about it so I'll put emojis down at some point!!!

- We are bodily Black & Puerto Rican :3 I WILL make jokes eluding to racism and slavery with friends, its something I picked up and will NOT let go!!! If that makes u uncomfortable just tell me ^_^

— Activity Varies depending on how much people perceive me ^_^ If you dont perceive me I won't be on for long, since I'll be bored!

- I USE MY HOSTS ARTSTYLE THAT SEEMS EASY TO USE!! I don't want to hurt my hands OR make others think my host is a proshipper when he's not 😞 I wanna get in drama for ME not him srry

- Everyone has full permission to draw my sona and use my sona in anything EVEN hate drawings :3 I love everything!!!! Give it to meee ^q^

— I'M NOT EXACTLY AGENDER BUT I DON'T EXACTLY HAVE A GENDER EITHER!! I guess I AM agender but on a more feminine + masculine side without the neutral ??? I don't really care :3

- My sexuality is... idk!! I haven't thought about it

- I AM APART OF THE LGBT THOUFH!! I KNOW THAT :3 Idk if I'm pan, i don't think so and besides; I wanna be myself !!!

- ANY AGE CAN INTERACT WITH ME BUT DON'T BLAME ME FOR ANYTHING I AGE RESTRICTED!!

— HAI thw main blog to get to any OTHER blog IS strictly [ANTI PROSHIPPERS] + variations, so I can't send it here :3 incase any anti proshippers want it to date back to my host (who rlly just wants me to stop bothering him about everything) then dm me and I'll send it!!! idm ^w^

- I'll make a carrd/rentry/strawpage at some point :3 maybe :3 idk .. maybe I shouldn't but also Should once I have all my socials ready

MY BOUNDARIES [IK, SHOCKING!!]

— I don't have a dni (beside the basic one!!) :3 You can interact with me idc! Even if its for arguing! One thing I ask though is that u DON'T attempt to dox me, bc at the end of the day I can just stop fronting snd you'll be doxxing an innocent person instead who got so tired of hearing me yap and yap!!

- I won't be doing the time, my host will :3 and it'll only traumatize us more!!! Don't be stupid :D

- ACTUALLY don't harass ANYBODY!!!! u can Harass ME but don't harass anyone else PLEASE!!!! I won't like talking to u otherwise sorry

— JUST BECAUSE I'M AN ALTER DOES NOT MEAN I WANT TO TALK ABOUT MY SYSTEM! Talk to me for me pls :3

- I DON'T CARE ABOUT SYSCOURSE UR ALL PEOPLE AT THE END OF THE DAY and I want people to talk to me ^_^ Talk to me Rachel...!! /ref

- IF YOU feel uncomfortable talking to me since im an alter (confusing but wtvr) DON'T FEEL FORCED TO INTERACT if I interact first :3

- Ai generators can kiss my ass also btw I don't like Ai but i can like the person typing the prompt in the computer if ur cool !!!!

MYYYY Final notes :3

— ANY ANON EMOJIS ARE WELCOMED TO ASK FOR A SPOT HERE OR A SPECIAL TAG :3 U can dm me and ask me abt things idm!! I have the mindset of NOT SENDING HARASSMENT OR hating on people who haven't done anything :3

- u can request me art from me :3 but know thay sending nsfw to minors IS illegal so I can't do nsfw!! sexual nsfw!

[pyrak049]

★ Pyrak049 ★

☆ Name: Berry/Chip

☆ Age: 21

☆ Pronouns: He/Stars/It/Moonself

☆ Occupation: Freak artist

☆ Other: Neurodivergent, Disabled, Plural

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Hello! Welcome to my blog, here I post my art and repost other things that interest me ☻

Hope you enjoy!

⁺ My website ⁺

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☽ Byi please note that: ☽

☆ This blog is recommended 16+

☆ There will be gore art and artistic nudity here, it will be tagged accordingly!

☆ I am plural, which means I have a pretty serious dissociative disorder, I may forget things and others may post here so be on the look out for that!

☆ Please do not involve me in drama, if I am interacting with someone harmful please just tell me, don’t be petty about it

☆ I do tent to use tone indicators, so be on the look out for that!

☆ Please do not repost my art! Reblogs welcome!

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๑ Basic DNI: ๑

☆ Anyone who is transphobic/ homophobic/ Anti MOGAI/ Anti neo prns/ etc

☆ Racists/ Xenophobes/ etc

☆ Zoo/ p3d0/ maps/ necro/ etc

☆ Anti self dxd/ fake claimers/ etc

☆ NFT people, seriously perish ♡

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๑ Personal DNI ๑

This is my personal DNI, the majority of this is my own personal experience/ preference. Regardless please respect my boundaries and don’t interact with me, thank you. ♡

☆ SH/ED blogs

☆ Ŷ0ûr b0ŷfr1€nd fandom

☆ Ŷāndār3 fandom

☆ Øm3gāv3r$3 fandom

☆ Wärrī0r cats blogs, I’m sorry you’re all lovely but the art is a bit much for me at times ♡

☆ Cöuntry Hümâns fandom

☆ Ā1 art people (gtfo /srs)

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✧ Boundaries: ✧

☆ When interacting with my art as a minor, do not say anything sexual. I will delete your comment and you will most likely be blocked and blacklisted

☆ Do not vent in my comments or dms ever if I do not know you. It makes me uncomfortable. (Friends/mutuals please ask)

☆ Do not flirt with me please (Close friends and partners are free of this rule)

☆ I DO NOT roleplay, I will not budge on this it is very distressing for me and makes me uncomfy. Repeated rp requests will result in immediate blocking and blacklisting.

☆ NEVER roleplay with my characters. I do not like shipping either unless we are friends.

☆ Please do not kin my characters, especially if they are our sonas!!

☆ I refuse to interact with anyone under the age of 14, this goes for commissions as well.

☆ NONE of my designs or art are permitted to be used as NFTS and/or any other cryptocurrency, nor are they permitted to be used to train AI art the work will be treated as stolen!

☆ Full TOS

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･ FAQ ･

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Tags master list:

☆ Art only browsing > #art

☆ My artwork only browsing > #myart

☆ Artwork I’ve reblogged > #art I like

☆ Reblogs only browsing > #reblog

☆ Asks only browsing > #ask

☆ Random bullshit I may or may not say > #berry.txt

(Now let’s see if I remember to use them)

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Think that’s all I have to say for now, will probably come back and add stuff over time. Sorry for the long read, have a great day ☻

[trashbins-stuff]

some info abt me:

PART ONE THIS IS PART ONE (just summary):

Haiii!! ^^ :3 we M.A.C constellation program (collective) (M.A.C is for Morbid Antisocial Cosmonaut) (p-did!!)

name: bin !!!!

! also goes by crt, roxy, ve, vinnie, danny, catatonia, caroline, brownie/cosmoes

! also sunshine, ellie/ellen, jenny, ruby is cool too!!

! friends/moots feel free to use candycane, ell, badger, đèn dầu/đd/dd, cosmic sunshine, vincent or any silly nicknames <3

! also goes by kin names, code name r jsut for the funsie that is all :3

-collectively identify as arospec queer agirlboy (agender/genderless but want 2 be perceive as girlboy) (full girl half boy) + ghostgender + system-fluid + autospec, altho headmates have their own orientation yeah

-ocdtism adhd dysgraphia and is kleptomaniac w mild ptsd(+)

-language we can speak: Vietnamese + English

-local manic pixie dream robot >:)

-SICK IN THE HEAD

-public enemy number one

-doodle request r closed

-art tag:

current #trashbins-art

old: #i know it look uggo but i was drawing with a mouse okay??? (it is very unique ik/j)

boundaries (dni and thin ice):

-neutral/agaisnt Palestine dont int ill block you

-Homophobic, Transphobic, Xenophobic, Islamophobic, Misogynistic, Racist, Sexist, Ableist, Discrimination, Truscum.. ILL BLOCK!!

-ppl that like to start drama, i might avoid you

-dont call my headmates siblings

-if were not supa dupa close and jsut mootie that int sometime then ill be happy if we have toher shared fandom but uhm when u get jsut a lil close enough and i see u reblog my fandom post that u arent in i get super uncomfy, huge pet peeve, big no no

before you follow, were:

-pro mspec les and mspec gay, anti harassment, other opinions we havent thought about much, neutral or dont care, note that our opinions is not who we are, some of you do not know this

-https://www.tumblr.com/blurds/189809870109/do-you-have-an-about-page-with-relevant

PART THE POWER OF TWOOOOOO (social, plz check carrd and pronoun page to know more):

-my pinterest

-discord: trashbin2587

-my spotify

-pronouns page (there are english, norwegian and vietnamese ver)

-pronouns.cc (go more in deep)

-carrd for overall

-carrd for headmate intro

-toyhouse

-I HAVE A PILLOWFORT NOW

-artfight

PART THIRD TIME THE CHARM!! (other stuff):

-sona info sheet (bins the objectsona also has 2 pairs of wings like humanoid form, im jsut too lazy to redraw lole):

Items desp:

-bin's personal trusty shovel, bin like to refer to it as "Shovel Phoenix Thoradotte!! WARRIOR OF BURIED TREASURE, DESTROYER OF DIRT AND MY BESTIE!!1!" (if the string snapped or get removed form the shovel, bin shut down and go to a stage kinda like parallelogram (obs) when jerard died and stuck in a dream-loop until the string (u can get a new one) is tied back. the string being there is kinda of holding everything bin want to forget in) bin's is hesitant to telling ppl about the shovel in fear of them hurting it

i hope you have a great day :)

tags for moots (wip):

-carpybara (circuitcarp)

-blairy (blairdrawzstuff)

-moony hazel (moonmxple)

-winters ice trail (winterwrxter)

-messages from the stars (salachy-part-two)

-theres a frog in my boot and now were best bros (snoot-in-yo-boot)

-a harp-mony (harpjsutexsists)

-cola with no coca (devycola)

-tinted tunes (haiamkai)

-gooooobz (gooberdrawz)

-lovely shoelace (mausuwinasa)

-cuperooooo <3 (mochablogger)

synpath list below"

notes: red means theyre my fickin and im not always fine with doubles (especially if were very very close friends, am fine with double that i just met, already know theyre that before, or friends who arent that close, ask if u want), blue means high-mid synpath/other-hearted?, green means mid-low synpath (yes i know some of these characters r pieces of shits yes i still relate to them </3)

sasha waybright (amphibia)

tord (ew)

cabby (ii)

ruby (bfdi)

remote (bfdi)

airy (hfjone)

charlottle/moldy (hfjone)

blue rectangle (voo)

buzzery (obs)

pinkie pie (mlp)

bmo (adventure time)

roxy lalonde (homestuck)

sollux captor (homestuck)

danny fenton (danny phantom)

the second coming (ava)

anne boonchuy (amphibia)

marcy wu (amphibia)

blueberry (ii)

clover (ii)

four (bfdi/xfohv)

gold ingot (ppt2)

treasure chest (ppt)

slipper (ppt2)

journal (ppt2)

fireball (aib)

pill (aib)

pitchfork (aib)

comet (objectified)

bee (bee&puppycat)

fionna (fionna&cake)

chloe garcia (dork diaries)

yuki sakasima (pretty girl neko show)

spinel (su)

horrid henry (horrid henry)

gus porter (toh)

luz noceda (toh)

mephone4 (ii)

bot (ii)

oodle (aib)

bone (aib)

moonstone (ee)

pool (object invasion)

thanks for reading! :] im probably gonna update these as time goes on

[ramayantika]

Ch-3: Almost fainting at a painting

Haanji namaste. Sorry for this ekdum weird chapter name par dimag mein acha naam aaya nahi. Also Saanjh, if you are reading this, khana hai iss chapter mein.

CH-1 CH-2

Anika was back to health within a day. Nobody made any comments or asked any questions about the veena episode, but Anika's head was bubbling with many questions, yet she kept silent about it. 

Later she concluded that it happened due to her being deeply invested into the story. She had always been attached to stories, especially to the ones which involved tragic romances, stories from bygone eras, and epic heroes and heroines. 

However, all her questions were pushed to the back of her head when Sonalika announced that they were to leave for Bhubaneswar within the next two days. 

'Chal, Anika, now focus on the project and not on their incomplete love story,' she muttered to herself when she heard Sonalika.

Two days later, she was standing in front of the glorious mansion of the Routrays that stretched over the majestic green Udayagiri hills. Her mouth opened in wonder, as her eyes took in the grand view that blessed her eyes. Sonalika looked at Anika's face and tugged her hand playfully.

"Muh toh band karo didi. Aage aur bahut hai." She walked inside the gates when two men in suits arrived and took their luggage.

They sat in the reception area which according to Anika looked like a normal reception area of a hotel. It looked like a guest hall fit for royals. The entire floor was sprawled with maroon sofas with sofa covers embroidered in traditional designs. There was a beautiful chandelier over her head and for a second, she wondered about the probability of the chandelier falling on her.

After ten minutes, a lady in a neatly draped maroon saree arrived with a bright smile on her face, holding a tray with two mocktails.

Sonalika got up instantly, a cheerful look on her face, exclaimed, "Ah Nandini, such a pleasure to see you. How have you been?"

Nandini replied while offering the tray to Anika. "I have been well my child, just that the sun this year has been too harsh." She moved her eyes towards her arms. "Look, how much have I tanned this time! This will take a month of haldi besan to go away."

Sonalika took her drink from her and sat on the sofa. "So, Anika, she is Nandini. She works here at the palace and I have known her since childhood." With a teasing grin, she added, "And don't be fooled by her youthful appearance. God knows how doesn't she age." She then gestured towards Anika. "And she is Anika, my school friend. She is doing a history project so she will be with us for a month.

Nandini's ears perked up and Anika observed a glint in her eyes, which quickly went away. "Well, I hope your stay here is comfortable and since you are my Sona's friend, which makes you my child as well, you can always reach out to me if you need anything," she said in a friendly tone. "And call me Nandini only." She passed one last smile at the girls and took the tray away and walked away.

Anika, amused at the lady, turned towards Sonalika. "Bro, how old is she? You said that you knew her since your childhood.'

" Thirty nine, I guess. No older than forty though."

"She looks like she is in her late twenties, no way can she be thirty nine."

"Yeah when we grow old, I will ask her to share her anti-ageing secrets."

***

"This sword belongs to Gajendra Deva Routray and is of twenty kilos," Nandini stated, as Anika's eyes grew wide in shock.

"Kshatriyon mein itni power kahan se aati thi haan," said Anika, meeting a pair of amused eyes. "Mera toh 1kg atta lane mein hi halat tight hojati hai."

Nandini suppressed a chuckle and walked ahead towards a narrow doorway. "Enough of the weapons now. Come here in the gallery, I will show you the real paintings of the royals."

Anika's eyes lit up and Nandini had caught her eyes very well. She opened the door of the gallery and stepped aside to make way for the girls.

Anika stepped inside, and looked around the gallery. "Does the gallery have paintings of every member of the royal Family?"

This time Sonalika spoke. "We have almost everyone over here. My family is there, look!" She pointed ahead to the wall.

Sonalika was a baby in that painting. Dressed in a green lehenga and eyes laden with kajal, she looked absolutely cute in that painting. Since they were the ones born in the modern era, they could have simply got their photos framed, but they wanted to have their photos painted just like their ancestors so they got themselves painted and framed it in the gallery.

"Now come on Anika, let me introduce you to everyone." Nandini now stood beside her, leading the way.

"Wait! First show her the painting of Kavindra. We were talking about him and his story some nights before. This girl," Sonalika gestured towards Anika, "ended up dreaming about him, you know. Who knows by some weird magic of the universe, she could have seen the real him?"

Nandini's voice suddenly turned grave. "She saw the prince in her dream? So early?"

"So early?" Anika interjected. "What does that mean?"

"N-nothing. Come on, move ahead, my child." Nandini grabbed one end of her pallu and wrapped some part of it over her finger.

Sonalika did not pay attention to any of that. She was excited to check if by coincidence, her friend had seen the prince or not.

A sudden gasp brought Sonalika to focus around her surroundings. Anika's hands were over her face as if shielding herself away from something. She quickly went towards her friend and made her sit down on the floor.

"Are you okay, Anika? First you fell ill back home and now suddenly over here. All good?"

"I saw- fire. Sparks everywhere. A huge flame just blew over my face." Anika kept rubbing her face as she spoke. Sonalika turned towards Nandini and said, "Get a glass of water for her please. I think she is really unwell."

Nandini hurriedly walked outside. Sonalika rubbed Anika's back gently as she slowly began to compose herself. She took deep breaths and rubbed her temples frequently. Finally gaining some strength to speak, she asked, "Sona, please can you get crocin from my bag? That might help this headache."

Sonalika quickly left to fetch Anika's tablets. Alone, Anika made another attempt to look at the painting of the prince. It felt puzzling that just after hearing his story, everything felt weird around her.

'First, a dream then a vision and I unknowingly play music from the same vision and now I see a fireball over my face. Was I related to this prince in my past life,' she muttered in annoyance. 'Jabse malum chala hai iske bare mein tabse sab ulta sidha hi ho raha hai.'

True she was annoyed, but one glance at the prince's painting, everything faded away. The first time, her eyes landed over him, she saw fire around her and felt tremendously hot. That vision and fiery sensation lasted merely a few seconds, but were enough to fatigue the mind.

The prince in the painting stood elegantly, a small smile on his lips, unlike the other royals who looked stoic, with no smile or any expression on their faces. His small smile for no reason made Anika feel peace. Her headache lessened a bit. Kavindra was dressed in a white kurta that reached to his shins. His right hand held a white lotus while the other hand rested over a long white stool that was very well carved and designed with precious jewels. The painting had a lot of white in it. The prince himself was decked in white.

His face was to the front which again was unlike the other paintings where everyone looked to their side or to the corners.

"He must have been a rebel it seems," said Anika with a smile.

The painter had done a very commendable job. Looking at the prince, she felt as if she was at ease. The tender look of the prince reminded her of the gentle rain that falls at nights. Even from a painting, Anika could feel that the prince must have been a very approachable and a friendly being.

"Anika, here's your glass of water." Anika jumped a little on hearing Nandini's voice beside her.

"When did you come in?" She asked, taking the glass from her.

"Umm.. just now?"

"Ani, take your tablet. I even got your purse with me." Sonalika barged inside the gallery.

Anika quickly swallowed the tablet and looked at Sonalika. "I guess, Sona, your Kavindra is affecting me. First the vision and now this."

"The vision?" Both Nandini and Sonalika asked, their eyebrows raised in question.

Anika gulped her water slowly while trying to figure out an acceptable answer for both the women. "Vision? Did I say vision?" Nandini nodded at her.

"Oh, hehe, it was related to the project. I have a vision plan for my project. Nothing much." Sonalika passed a dubious look, but stayed silent.

Nandini casted one final look at Kavindra. Nobody noticed her smile at the painting. Nobody noticed her finger movements under the edge of her pallu that was tied to her finger.

"I think food will solve everything now. You girls come to the dining room within fifteen minutes while I set up the Royal Odia cuisine," Nandini said. Her index finger was still moving in circles under her pallu but none of the girls noticed it.

She then walked away, leaving Sonalika and Anika in the gallery. Sonalika glanced at the painting once again and then at her friend.

What was going on with her friend? This wasn't a case of being too involved or obsessed in a princely story. Something else was at play.

***

Nandini and other staff members pulled out chairs for both Sonalika and Anika. The chairs were too cushiony for Anika, who felt that she could even sink in them while eating.

An old lady around her fifties arrived with a large bowl of some brown coloured sweet dish and placed it on the table. "Eita hela ama Rasabali." (This is our Rasabali.)

The round reddish brown sweet was coated in thick flavoured milk, garnished with nuts and kesar that made Anika lick her lips. Another helper began serving the sweets to the girls while other mouth watering dishes arrived.

There was machha ghanta, a deliciously tempting fish curry served with hot steamed rice. A small bowl sized serving arrived for Kanika, a traditionally prepared sweet pulao that was also a part of the chappan bhog offered to the favourite deity of Odisha, Lord Jagganatha.

Two tiny white bowls were brought in that contained aambo khatta (mango khatta). Anika dipped her finger into it and licked it. The taste made her smile.

Sonalika, smiled and said, "Ruk jaa aur bhi hai."

"Aur kitna hai bhai? Itna toh aaram se ho jayega," Anika said, after breaking out from the rich taste of her khatta.

A pot arrived with steaming Pilaf. The golden brown colour of the rice mixed with the aroma of spices made Anika want to gorge on the meals already, but she waited patiently for all the dishes to arrive.

Finally, her wait was over when she was served two large Pahala Rasagulla. Sonalika immediately popped that white delicacy in her mouth and closed her eyes. Anika on the hand squeezed the white ball to see how much chasni they were giving out.

Nandini after ensuring that all the dishes were served began to speak. "Now, a good meal will take all your tiredness away Anika along with causing a riot in your tastebuds. Call me once after you are done with your meals. I will escort you to your rooms."

Every helper and all the staff members soon left away to let the girls enjoy their lunch. One of the windows was left open letting some cool breeze pass inside the hall.

Anika was about to stuff her rasgulla in her mouth when a sudden gust of wind passed by her. The wind tickled her neck and blew some stray hair strands by her ears. Immediately she looked back towards the window.

Nothing.

The trees outside were still as a statue. Not a leaf moved an inch. It was quite peculiar here. She gulped her rasgulla and asked Sonalika, "Sona, did you feel the wind?"

"Wind?"

"Yes, abhi ekdum zorr se hawa andar aaya na." What on earth is going around me? Anika wondered.

"I think you really need a good rest. Jaldi khana khatam kar. Nandini will show you the roomroom and you get some rest." Sonalika's face soon turned to a frown as worry etched her face. Things were going very wrong and strange after she told her story about that prince.

"Anika," Sona turned a glance at her friend's hair, "why is there a black burnt rose on your hair?"

She shook her head and the rose fell on the table beside her plate. Her fingers ran over the coarse petals of the rose. Some of the petals even crumbled into small black bits under her fingers.

Somewhere in the dark ruins of the once glorious palace, a finger plucked a string of a partially burnt veena.

******

Tagging: @navaratna @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic @ma-douce-souffrance @Nandini where did you go I even made you a character in here 😭

And the khane ka photo

Rosogolla as we odias say

Khatta

Kanika

Rasabali (you must have this once at least)

The fish curry!

Pilaf

[year2000electronics]

Malcom Challender and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good Very Bad Day

(just a little goofy ficlet set after episode 2 bc i wrote day 11 when i wasnt feeling very good about myself so i think my cool and awesome sona should be able to hang out with vils cool friends :^) )

The sun shone through the crack in Malcom’s windows, and he waved off the pigons that had somehow slipped into his apartment- as they often did, with his bird-whisperer of a roommate around. He swore it was like Player let them in on purpose sometimes. He squinted, avoiding the light as he transferred himself from his bed to his wheelchair, kicking the brake back in.

...Yes, he slept in his clothes. Don’t lie! You do it too, sometimes!

Malcom made his way into the kitchen, pouring himself a bowl of cereal. He pondered to himself where his housemates had gone off to, but he decided against questioning where they went. They were more active than he was, certainly- Player, when he wasn’t feeding the birds in some park, was off using his gym membership or playing bingo with some old ladies. Darnold was probably attaching rocket boosters to things that weren’t supposed to have rocket boosters.

And they were both video game characters that had become real.

God, Malcom’s life was fucking weird.

He could at least take the day to relax- after all, he didn’t have a stream until the weekend. Summer was right around the corner, which meant he could start using all his outdoor gimmicks for streams. Neo had even suggested doing a carnival stream! How would that even WORK?!

He shrugged it off. Malcom was sure Neo had some crazy ideas in his head, anyways. That was just how the dude worked.

Malcom’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud banging on his dining room window. His head jerked up in surprise when he heard some especially loud banging. Someone was… knocking on his window? From THIS high up?!

And it was…

No.

No fucking way.

That beautifully-styled curly brown hair. That signature sleazy moustache. That suave all-black ensemble. That surprisingly sleek ship they rode.

CAPITAL M?!

They said… well, they said something. Malcom couldn’t hear them through the window.

Both of them paused for an incredibly awkward while, until eventually, Malcom quietly rolled the window down.

“As I was SAYING. HELLO, GAMER BOY! AS YOU CAN SEE, I HAVE CAPTURED YOUR PRECIOUS FRIENDS!” Mothra shouted, cackling.

Malcom was… unimpressed. All there was were a bunch of birds flying around the ship, with some of them landing near Malcom in a panic.

“Why the hell are you BACK? And second of all, is this some kinda fucked up psychological warfare to say I don’t have friends?! I do have friends, asshole! I have good traits! I know cos my therapist told me!” Malcom shouted in a huff.

“Oh- No, these are- Okay-” Capital M fumbled, hauling a giant, futuristic-looking gun out of vil’s storage compartment. “So first of all, I was just at a resort. And some… people there got me back into the groove.”

“AND SECOND OF ALL!” He posed with the gun. “BEHOLD! MY GUN THAT TURNS PEOPLE INTO BIRDS!”

“AHAHAHAHA!”

“...Birds,” Malcom said in disbelief. He looked down at the birds currently waddling around on his table. They were… unremarkable. Of course they were, they were birds!

“Yes. Birds. It’s perfect cos Player will never allow it to be changed back. Ever.”

“Ever?”

“Ever.”

Malcom snorted.

“Yeah, well, what. Are you gonna turn every world leader into a bird so you can demand ransom or something?” He said flatly.

“That’s exactly it! PREPARE FOR A GLOBAL DEBT, MALCOM CHALLENDER!” Capital M proclaimed, pointing at him.

“That is…” Her face twisted into one of mischievous glee. “Unless someone were to… stop me…? Hmmm?”

Malcom sighed. “Dude.”

“We need to get you some superhero friends or something.”

“I am a TWITCH STREAMER. I have JOBS I do for MONEY. And I have NO POWERS.”

“PAH! You have your silly stupid power of friendship, don’t you?!”

“..Besides. I know for a fact you don’t stream today,” Mothra muttered.

“...Are you following me on Twitch…?”

“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, gamer-boy.”

“AND NOW I DEPART!” Capital M shouted, flying off and leaving Malcom with a lot of birds.

“Great. So, uh, who’s who?” He asked the group. “...Nevermind that, actually. No way to tell.”

It was just then his phone rang.

‘DO NOT ANSWER is requesting FaceTime…’

Malcom sighed, picking it up as a squished-together group of scientists took over his entire screen.

“Hey, Doc. Half of us got turned into birds by Capital M,” Malcom said. “You wouldn’t have anything to do with this, would you?”

The mad scientist’s face lit up. “Birds?! Oh, splendid, splendid! They really are coming back with a bang!”

“I’d GREATLY prefer it if they came back with a bang elsewhere? Maybe to the universe where people actually have powers? Like the admins, maybe??” Malcom shouted, as one of the birds let out an angry tweet.

The taller, purple scientist behind Doc guffawed. “Sorry, man. You’re the biggest dork here, so you’re easy pickings. Maybe vil just likes you.”

“It’s a great honour to have a nemesis, you know!” Harold piped up.

“AND HOW!” Doc and Sleepless both chirped.

God, they were all such a happy family. It was contagious. BLECH.

“Either way, I’m not smart enough to make an anti-bird gun. So can you guys PLEASE come over and fix this mess?” Malcom said with a sigh.

“I WOULD like to see how Capital M is doing… When we parted ways, it seemed like things were off to a good start…” Bubby mused.

“Yeah, they’re real excited about this. Just like usual, I guess,” Malcom said with a chuckle.

“Hey, is B’s service cooperating? Can we get him over too?”

The old man shook his head. “I’m afraid his feed was more like… a mosaic.”

“Damn that 2002 phone he has,” Malcom grumbled. “Oh, well. I’m sure you guys can help just fine. C’mon over.”

“Will do! We’ll bring the arsenal of weapons, too!” Tommy said excitedly.

“Like my new invention, BETTER TOASTER!” Doc yelled, holding up a toaster with mechanical spider legs and what looked like a flamethrower.

“Or the evil saxophone!” Sleepless said, and Malcom knew that was his sign to log off, as he cut them off mid-note.

“Okay, Malcom. Your friends are birds and your other friends are Saturday morning cartoon villains. Wonderful.” He sighed, sitting back in his wheelchair.

“And your OTHER other friend sure has a weird way of showing their appreciation.”

He laughed.

“Damn, I love being me.”

[ravenousrhyndac]

New Year!! NEW YEAR!!

IF YOU ME SAYING SOMETHING IN MY LAST POST I'M SORRY MY BRAIN CAN'T HELP IT!!

Anyways, I have to explain this. These are one of the things I need to share before the year ends so I could get on with it already and not delay it further.

The one on the left is my sona. Just a birb that latches on whatever lore I could come up with like the other two below!

The one the right is an ALPHA design for an anti-hero Winter. With so much going through and independence from others, I think he has the potential to go off on his own.

Last, but not least, we have an odd symbol. You might think it's something else, and it is! But it is connected with the Wings of Fire universe. I couldn't elaborate on anything else, though, but let's just say things will be bizarre and horrific unlike the unusual canon aesthetic. :}

That's all I could muster up, now. Time's running out, and I hope you forgive me for the landslide of posts. But you guys are the reason why I keep on going in this fandom and everywhere else! I hope we are happy in both sides, and I'll really see y'all next year!! :D

[dyketubbo]

intro post (cleaned up a bit.. again!)

basic summary: my name is dyke/eyez/circus/mask/whatever you wanna call me, im a minor, im nd and a qpoc, i use any pronouns but he/him (and dont like masc terms, including bro, dude, guy, lad, stuff like that), and im apart of a system.

dni if youre against any kind of minority (includes racists, terfs, truscum, queer exclus of any kind [yes, even mspec lesbian exlus], etc etc), support ccs like schlatt uncritcally/actively like him, are nsfw, ship irl ppl (even ones that are okay with it), do x reader stuff with ccs, truth ccs at all, believe fiction doesnt effect reality/are a pro shipper/anti anti, or dont tag triggering things like zoophilia n stuff. dont be romantic or sexual towards me at all, and dont talk about touching me w/o asking. also dont interact if youre fine with those kind of ppl and actively interact w them (only exception to that last one is if you interact w ppl who like cc!schlatt, idc about that as much as long as theyre critical of him)

i like benchtrio the most but keep up w/ everyone best i can and like analyzing and drawing. im really sensitive and kind of an asshole so. bare w/ me if i lash out or am too much or something.

currently we have small intros of us per member on a page (/systemstuff) but dyke n grass will talk the most (mostly dyke). ty for reading, i hope you have a nice day and if its late for you, feel free to go get some rest. if its daytime, go eat!! or hydrate if you havent.

follows/likes and stuff will come from @/cottonskittles, reblog/like spam is ok, i dont care how people interact w me or my posts as long as they dont breach my boundaries, i think thats it but feel free to ask questions if u need clarification. more stuff under da cut

hi howdy just some more in depth stuff

im bad w tone so like. if you make fun of tone indicators or think theyre unnecessary/annoying (unless talking about excessive use/people using them as an excuse to be mean n stuff) probably dont interact w me because while i can interpret messages w/o them my own tone is often unreadable so i use them for the sake of others

story wise wise i usually look for benchtrio stuff, but i also try to keep up with everyones lore! theyre all important to the story in some way :]. however due to the themes surrounding them c!dream and c!schlatt make me uncomfy, and i only receive secondhand info abt the torture stuff bc its uncomfy too. also im personally critical of c!techno and i know that esp bothers a lot of ppl so yknow. warning to stay away this blog might piss you off

dni wise dont be a bigot. if youre against minorities of any kind fuck off, dont follow if youre nsfw or make nsfw content of childrens media, uhmm for personal sake regarding themes on the dsmp remember to like. tag cult stuff, drug use (esp underage), zoophilia, pda, and cannibalism if ur gonna follow me. tyyy. also dont follow if ur uncritical of some of the things various ccs involved have done (this is vague bc i know theres misinformation on dream and techno specifically but theres still shit thats actually been done and of course uh. the whole schlatt situations), and generally dont follow if you outright like cc!schlatt (c!schlatt likers r fine). like im not gonna make a big deal out of it but i will at the very least softblock because he makes me. really uncomfortable. you can interact n stuff just dont follow. dont interact if you use the new pan flag its gross and ugly and i dont agree with why it was made. and dni if youre a pro shipper (even if its to cope- find better coping mechanism thanks im a survivor and it makes me relapse to even think about pro shipping, actively romanticizing pedophilia, incest, age gaps, etc in media and then pretending like its just shipping discourse is Fucking Disgusting and i hate it), and dni if you like genderbend stuff it makes me uncomfy

also this is specific but if youre nonblack and weird about aave i will fucking murder you. n if you make suicide jokes please at least tag them. if you tell people to seriously kill themselves or joke abt "do a flip" or w/e or find that funny then dont interact w me at all

non dni wise w/ boundaries dont use masc terms for me, dont like.. talk about kissing me or flirting with me or anything, dont call me smart or a good person (just a personal thing. you can use synonyms if you really want), ask before talking about touching me, i have mirror touch so when people describe physical touch in any way i can feel it and thats uncomfortable. dont call me a liar, anddd dont make too many sexual references w/ me. keep it to the level thats like, present in beeduo streams but dont talk to me about kinks or anything even as a joke. finally make sure to tag things w /p if you mean it platonically around me, its for comforts sake. feel free to talk or message or ask for other socials or whatever idc about any of that

thatsss all for now. i do analyses ig, also art. have a doodle of my sona to tide u over under this paragraph. sorry for rambling, im not good at summarizing my thoughts and i have a lot to say. ok thats all thank you if you got this far and read it all i rlly appreciate you /gen. i was milfsmp but i didnt want to take the chance that someone would call me milf as a nickname

[kaimactrash]

The second pride image is my pan babies...and rilo...they are not a baby, they are a very bad person. XD

Also no, no I do not know how to even make my style cohesive for two images! I am a messy artist at heart.

Let's start with them, since they're in the top left, with the bright green skin and big black coat. Rilo is a gender fluid pansexual elder demon, theyre a primary antagonist in my story, but not due to either sexuality or gender. You may notice this mirrors my sexuality and gender, I kind of liked the idea of going out my way to have them be representative of a kind of intense feeling i get. So to explain, I hate hate hate when someone of any trans identity misbehaves, people tend to misgender them while angry at them, even though their misdeeds are nothing to do with their gender identity. I want rilo to be a character people have issues with not because of their identity, and that helps encourage people to not give shitty people the excuse to call your critisism about them invalid when you misidentify them intentionally and maliciously.Across the flag is another pan genderqueer character? YES, that cuz this is my neo sona, called Skeith Kai until I can make a better name, haha. they are joined by their pet meowclops, based on my pet cat toulouse...he has two eyes irl.   Bellow Skeith Kai, with the huge maw of a mouth splitting her torso is one of my FAVOURITE EVER OCS, I don't draw her enough but I am so enamored by her. She IDs primarily as Non-binary as her umberella term, but the base one would be gender apathetic, she doesnt care or really see anything as gendered, she is fine with all pronouns, but having been called she by her family her whole life she tends to use it as second nature. She's a pretty cool girl, having began the story as essentially a merc for the bad guys, she quickly quits them cuz they kept getting their asses kicked, plus she and beefy get on like a house on fire.Beside moira with also pink hair is dylan! ...okay so shes a littler more complex than Moira in terms of redmeption, BUT!!! There are reasons for that are important in her story arc, and I'm not ready to explain my plan for her multichapter involvement in the story, but...give her time, she plays off as the typical high school cool bully girl stereotype, but theres a lot of work for me to do before dylan even apears in my comic. TT_TT Someone please give me potion of improved production times!!Lil teal skinned demon to the left of dylan is Greip Tavros, another fave oc of mine! Shes my only cyclops oc so far and she has really challenged me in recreating her look, shes short but buff as fuck, also no not inspired by bea, who i also LOVE btw, but yeah just a coincidence of some very slight simialrities in colour pallets. Greip is very laid back and chilled out, she cares little for the demon realm or the elders who run it, she pretty much takes her leave to return to Frenrar, because before she died, she lived on frenrar, the demons take people from earth and frenrar. She joins in the rebelion and traveling party lith is part of. Shes aromatic and pansexual EMESH, hes the armless deer... is centaur the right word in this case?? but yeah them! So basically frenrar is the planet of failed gods, emesh is one of them and if youre curious about I reccomend you read this profile of him: www.deviantart.com/kaimactrash…Lastly we have Melisa, a extremely under utalised character of mine, but shes quite fun, I have her and her husband basically as like my comfort oc couple, theyre super in love, super suppportive, and they litterally just wanna settle down and have kids. Shes a fantastic potion brewer, due to her high sense of smell, this is heightened because she is both partially blind and partially deaf. She has Open-angle glaucoma, which has left her with only central vision with colour blindness there, the rest of her vision is essentially blacked out from her perspective. Heaing wise shes hard of hearing due to noise damage as a child, she may need people to speak up, and with her husband bruce, they have developed some signs akin to the real worlds deaf blind signing, but much more basic as they've just developed it together, Bruce has actually enjoyed finding non-verbal ways to communicate with his with and others in his life.and thats all folks! hope you enjoyed this art, and enjoy the second half of this pride! Happy pride my fellow pan fanatics, it's a tough year for every memeber of this community, and I will never pretend we suffer the majority of the strife this community recieves, but we have our issues, and recently theres a amplification of the same anti-m-spec retoric people like myself who have id'd as such for some years now have had to hear way too frequently. Tho, dont get too down, the growth in pride and understanding of the variety of M-spec identities has improved so much! Hell, I'm still learning much about the other identites and the indivuals that experience them, and i hope to include more of my characters in the less mentioned identities in this group! Okay I'm gonna get off my soap box before some one pushes me off it.