#still have a massive headache but its worth it

[spdrvyn]

better than snow: MIGUEL O’HARA

summary: have a merry christmas morning! you're groggy and experiencing a mild headache, but it's all worth it especially when you walk into the living room only to see your munch of a boyfriend.

fluff. suggestive. in typical vyn fashion, this is late YAHOO but merry christmas to everyone! i hope you all enjoyed your holidays because i very much did hehe, this fic is inspired by this fanart so go check it out! merrily we fall out of line out of line

You were a merry mess.

There was no such thing as partying too hard, but you thought that you'd never actually reach such a feat until last night. Hell, you didn't even remember falling asleep on the bed.

Don't get anything twisted, you had a lot of fun with Miguel and "coworkers" last night. That's what he liked to call them anyway, you know for sure he wouldn't invite regular subordinates to his home with you to have the craziest Christmas party known to man.

The tanginess of the copious amounts of whiskey you had was still on your tongue, your eyelids still weighed down by the very little sleep that you got. The sun wasn't entirely up yet, orangey hues barely visible through the blinds of the room.

You shivered as the cold hit your bare legs, these were definitely not the clothes you fell asleep in either. You looked down to see a t-shirt that very well reached up to just above your thigh, it was only safe to assume that you made a huge mess of yourself previously and even safer to assume that Miguel would save you by changing you into one of his shirts.

The choice of clothing isn't even necessary, you have clean shirts, but Miguel likes seeing you in his clothes so you weren't going to complain. Besides, it smells and somehow feels like him.

That didn't really help the fact that you were freezing, Nueva York and its deadly temperatures during winter season. You dug through the closet to find big enough blanket to carry, you weren't insane enough to drag the whole comforter of your bed around the flat.

When you entered the living room, the soft crackling noises of a fire the first thing you heard. Each piece of confetti, liquid, and dirty surface had then been wiped clean.

Though, that wasn't the only detail that had you baffled.

The moment your head turned, you could feel your heart stop beating in your chest, your breath slowing down, your blood run cold. Miguel was right there and he wasn't wearing anything else except for his briefs, you could see everything.

Smooth skin, a toned stomach, massive arms shielded by nothing, and the trail of hair that goes down to his even bigger—

"Merry Christmas," he uttered, you nearly choked. Right, right. He's in front of you. Shirtless. No! Act normal, act natural.

"Uh, Merry Christmas." the need for your little blanket lessened even more, this sight was enough to warm you up for the rest of the morning nay rest of the day. Your eyes moved to the mug in his hands that was still steaming hot, he reached it out to you in a silent question if you wanted any but you declined with a shake of your head.

With that, he gulped down the rest of his drink. As he set the mug down on the table, he gestured for you to follow him to which you immediately followed. He sat you down on one of the armchairs, his eyes raked over how you looked now. Bed hair, fingers clutched onto the blanket for dear life, flushed cheeks that you probably didn't know you had. Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.

He grabbed a present from the Christmas tree before it's presented to you, you tried to study the stern look on his face but if there's one thing you knew about Miguel, it would he how good he was at hiding how excited he was.

You unraveled the present to be met with a language book on how to speak Japanese, you noted the way two slips of paper bookmarked a specific page and when you opened it, you were delighted.

Two plane tickets to Tokyo, Japan and when you read the page that they were slotted into, it's how to say "I love you" in Japanese.

愛してます. Aishitemasu.

Your heart swelled, when you looked back to Miguel, he had the softest smile on his face.

"I'm going on leave for at least a week, we leave in two days."

"Oh, Miguel— this is—"

Unable to find the words for exactly how happy you were, you couldn't do anything more except grab him by his shoulders and kiss him breathless. Passionate was an understatement, you acted as if you were going to steal each breath from his lungs to which he'd let you if you truly desired it.

You've never received a gift this big before, never gone a trip with just you and another person. This is a first time experience for you and you're more than happy about the fact that you're going to be sharing those future memories with Miguel, you wouldn't choose anyone else over him.

When you separated, you both panted into each other's mouths. Miguel had you pushed you back into the armrest, the blanket too close to slipping off your ahoulders.

"I don't want to spend a moment away from you," he took one of your hands and pressed a chaste kiss to your wrist. His other hand slithered down to your lower back now to your bottom before giving it a firm squeeze. "What I want is to love, kiss, and cherish you in every possible. Will you let me? Corazón?"

There was only one answer.

There would only ever be one answer.

"Yes."

[lancermylove]

MC is a What!? (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: DB with gn!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: @smut-simp

Prompt: Guess What? I'm back. Ok, so i love mythical creatures (and you). But i wanted to ask for MC who is like a secret god/goddess. Lemme give you a description. MC had a terrible, no-good, very bad day. And they were in their room crying, so now they have a headache and its even worse bc the horns are hidden and straining against their head. so MC lets them out along with the wings bc their back hurts from being curled up for so many hours in a corner.) NOTE: Sorry if this is a long ask, i'm just so freaking eager. *Cries in simp* Also, i have like 3 more suggestions that i'm still thinking about, soooooo yeah I Love You SM <3 Hope You Have The Best Day Ever! :)

A/N: Soooo this was supposed to be a quick ask, and it turned into an HC. 😋 Awww thank you! 💖 I love mythical creatures too! I added the description you gave for the god/goddess appearance in the prologue. :3 Thank you! I hope you have a great day and HNY! I hope 2024 is the BESTEST year ever for you. 🤗

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Prologue:

This was your worst day in Devildom, and your breakdown was taking a toll on your mental health as well as your physical form. Not the form you showed others, but your true form - that of a god/goddess. You never told anyone this secret as you feared being seen as a fish out of water in Devildom.

When others looked at you, they saw a 'normal' human, but what exactly did you see when you looked at yourself in the mirror? Four large white wings with golden outlines; slightly glowing eyes the color of gold; two golden horns that curved from just above your ears and stood six inches above your head; a shiny white and gold striped halo balancing atop the horns; a third eye on your forehead with massive, long eyelashes that was white and glowed; a huge deep gold tattoo on your stomach in the shape of a person sitting crisscrossed, using magic, and the three realms.

You were able to hide all of this from the others, but the bad day had drawn tears to your eyes. In turn, you had a headache, which kept getting worse due to the strain of the horns on your head. However, the amount of magic it was taking you to hide your form took the highest toll on you. For a while, you stared at your tears that were made of gold (literally). Was it worth it to continue tormenting yourself to hide your true form? Shaking your head, you shattered the magic around you, and instantly, your deity form was on display.

Unfortunately for you, he had learned you were having a bad day and entered your room. He generally knocked, but today, he assumed you would tell him to leave you alone.

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Lucifer froze. The amount of divine energy flowing from you made it difficult for him to breathe.

A while back, he had suspected that you were hiding something from them but wasn't expecting you to be a god/goddess. Regardless, Lucifer remained unfazed by your appearance and was more concerned with your sadness.

He forced himself to come closer to you, even though his body told him not to. Wordlessly, the first brother sat on the edge of your bed and gently stroked your head, avoiding touching your horns.

"It hurts. My horns hurt!"

Lucifer knew from personal experience how annoying horns could be and how heavy wings could feel at times. The Avatar of Pride didn't ask you questions, nor was in interested in learning anything about you at that moment. His energy was forced on trying to calm you down and provide you with a soothing touch.

However, one question nagged Lucifer's mind: why was a deity in Devildom? If Lucifer didn't trust you, he would have thought you were there on a mission to study the demons as the heavens were planning a war against Devildom.

His jaw dropped. Where was (y/n), and who was this creature? Why was there such a strong divine aura flowing from it? Wait, was that creature you? You were a god/goddess?

Mammon's head spun, but hearing your anguished sobs tore at his heart. He wanted to bombard you with questions but knew this was not the right time.

It took him a little struggle to get closer to you as your divinity was too dizzying for him. However, Mammon wanted nothing more than to help you calm down.

When he saw your gold tears, the Avatar of Greed's eyes widened. He had a moment of weakness where he considered taking your tears and selling them to make A LOT of dough but had to remind himself that this was neither the place nor the time to think about money. That didn't mean he wasn't planning to take your 'tears' afterward with your permission, of course.

Mammon sat by your side and held onto your hand as he gently patted your shoulders. His eyes wandered around to take in your majestic form.

Maybe you had your reasons to hide the truth from them. However, he hoped you would tell him the truth once you calmed down.

Eh? EHHHH? You were a god/goddess all along? Why didn't you tell them? He thought you were a normie human all along. If he knew you were a deity that looked like they were straight out of an anime, Levi wouldn't have given you such a hard time.

He was lost in thoughts until he heard your whimpers. His shoulders slumped. Though, he was a little uncomfortable as he didn't know how to make you feel better. Regardless, Levi still pushed past the invisible barrier around you that attempted to push him away.

Levi hesitated to touch you because he didn't know if your light would have a negative effect on him. After a while of thinking, he sighed and gently stroked your cheeks. That was when he saw your gold tears. Talk about your tears being priceless.

Since he didn't know what to say, Levi stayed silent, gently stroking your cheek, head, and arm and even taking a chance at caressing your wings. They were even softer than Lucifer's wings in the Celestial Realm.

Unlike some of his brothers, Levi didn't consider you would be there to spy on them or have any ill-intention toward them. You were still (y/n) to him - a friend, crush, and sweet normie, not a force of divinity.

Satan wondered if he was in the presence of a god/goddess and took a moment to analyze your aura. Once he confirmed, the Avatar of Wrath felt breathless. He knew being around your divine form for a prolonged period would have a negative effect on him. However, he couldn't bring himself to walk away and leave you in tears.

The Avatar of Wrath took a deep breath and forced himself to get closer to you. His eyes scanned each and every detail on your body, but he was most fascinated with the tattoos of the three realms. Why would a deity have a tattoo of all three realms? Did you have a special power, or were you an overseer of all three realms? Someone who transgressed ordinary gods/goddesses.

He had to force himself to swallow his curiosity as your well-being and happiness came before. So, Satan made a mental note of all his questions and sat down beside you. His touch was gentle but still hesitant.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Those were the only words he said. If you chose to tell him, Satan paid close attention to your words; if you chose to remain silent, he didn't force you to say anything.

Once you were in a better state of mind, Satan planned to get answers to his questions and hoped you would tell him the entire truth.

As someone who admired beauty above all, Asmo was speechless. He never thought he would see a being more beautiful than him, but you proved him wrong.

Asmo was so enamored by your appearance that, for a while, he zoned out and didn't hear your sobs or see your tears. His only focus was on taking in every inch of your beautiful appearance. He only snapped out when you let out a small cry of pain.

At first, he didn't want to come closer, knowing his dark aura would not mix well with your light one, but he couldn't bear to see you in pain.

Little by little, he eventually came closer to you and tried to talk to you. Asmo wanted to know why you were in pain and crying, among many other things. The Avatar of Lust knew he couldn't stay in your presence for long without being affected, so he tried his best to learn the reason for your sadness and find a solution.

Seeing your appearance brought back memories of the Celestial Realm, which made him realize something. How had he not heard about a being like you before? Had Michael and, maybe, Lucifer known of your existence and hid it from others, or did they not know about you?

Beel was surprised by your appearance, but unlike his brothers, he didn't think about who you were or why you hid your appearance or divine aura.

His focus was only on your tears. Why were you crying, and what could he do to make you feel better? Beel tanked his way closer to you without worrying about the effects of your divinity on his body or mind.

"What's wrong, (y/n)? Did someone do something to hurt you?" He patiently waited for your answer. His eyes wandered to your wings, and had you not been sad, Beel would have smiled slightly. Your wings slightly reminded him of Lilith and her wish to have beautiful wings. He couldn't help but think that if she was alive, she would have loved this form of yours.

Once you gathered enough strength to tell Beel you were having a bad day, he tried his best to help you by talking to you, giving you hugs, and sharing his food. If you tell him someone caused that sadness, Beel will 'take care' of the person for you right in front of you so that you can smile. Whatever it takes, he will do.

Belphie had to force himself to stay grounded as his first instinct was to run out of your room. Compared to his brothers, your aura had a crushing effect on him. He wanted to walk away, but seeing the way you looked at him, tugged at his heart.

The Avatar of Sloth wondered just how much magic you had to be able to constantly conceal your presence from everyone. He understood you were a god/goddess, but even deities have limits. Belphie slowly got closer to you but didn't dare to touch you. Once you concealed your divinity, he planned to make it up to you by hugging you and not letting go.

"What's wrong, (y/n)?" It was evident he was concerned about you.

"Bad day...my wings...and horns feel...heavy..."

He could completely understand your problem, as his horns were the heaviest out of his brothers. At times, he purposely avoided his demon form just so he didn't have to deal with the burdens of the heavy horns.

Knowing he couldn't help you much, Belphie considered calling Solomon over to try to alleviate your pain. But would the sorcerer be able to help? Moreover, would he attempt to use you for his own benefit or to help humanity?

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[sapphire-weapon]

since you're currently discussing the obvious romantic/fairytale nature of RE4R (there's no way all of these are accidental), in your opinion, why do you think capcom decided to keep it more as subtext? does it have anything to do with not upsetting the fandom (*cough* aeon shippers and dudebros who hate on ashley), or is it a way for them to create romantic dynamics without compromising the future of the characters so they're still mostly free to do whatever they want with them?

The second one, mostly.

I think that Capcom got it in their heads to make RE4make read/feel like a fairy tale in order to pay homage to how OG RE4 was so pivotal to so many people's childhoods. Like, that more than anything else was the goal.

The thing about fairy tales, though, is that -- not only are they romances -- but they usually end with "... and they lived happily ever after."

And we know that that can't be true for Leon. No matter what direction the Remake series goes in, his story can't end at RE4.

So, they had to try to balance what they wanted to do (create a fairy tale) with what they didn't want to have happen (lock Leon's character in place with an actual Happily Ever After).

As a result, they couldn't have a big, sweeping, dramatic kiss scene or something like that. To actually give Leon and Ashley an HEA, that would mean then taking it away from them in the future in order to continue to use Leon's character, and that creates a massive amount of headaches that just simply aren't worth it.

But also on a more meta level -- yes, this is to pay homage to people's childhoods, but RE4make also acknowledges that the kids who grew up playing OG RE4 are grown up now, and they know that fairy tales aren't real. As much as we might want our own HEAs and ones for the characters that we love, too, that's just not how life goes.

What's really interesting is that RE4make quietly tosses in Don Quixote on top of the fairy tale metaphor and has Luis follow that storyline all the way through. Spoilers for a 400 year old story, but Don Quixote acknowledges his wrongdoing and dies in the end.

But Leon and Ashley don't follow their fairy tale storyline all the way through. They both come back to reality in the ending, whether they like it or not.

It's almost like RE4make uses Luis to challenge the player: Are you really sure that you want this story to follow its metaphor all the way through to the end?

We might be rooting for Leon and Ashley, but what we're rooting for isn't real. Life doesn't turn out like it does in the stories -- or, if it does, not in the ways that you would hope. Eventually, we all grow up and look back on those stories from our childhood and realize that there is no such thing as a happily ever after; life continues on, and stories don't just end.

So, RE4make asks the question of whether an HEA is actually what you want. Are you really, truly, honestly sure that you want Leon's story to end here?

Well?

Are you?

[dancingisdangerouss]

hi!! if youd like, could you do the grabber x male or gn reader who taunts him & doesnt show how terrified they are of him until he forces it out of them? thankyou! i hope ur having a good day :)

It ain't my best work, and I think I went a lil' OOC and kind of embodied one of my old OC's personas more so than The Grabber's character, but I hope it still works. Thank you for the request!

Warnings: Blood, threats, kidnapping, fearplay, pain

Sleep dispelled from your vision, slowly clearing with each groggy blink. You felt like shit, a massive headache reverberating around in your skull as you lifted your head from the mattress, your senses fogged as you scooted into a sitting position.

What had happened? You racked your pounding brain to try and remember, grappling at little puzzle pieces.

Balloons. Black balloons…and a van, maybe? Yeah, that was right, there had been a van, broken down on the side of the street, while a man fussed with the engine…With his head under the hood, he had asked if you would be so kind as to retrieve the jumper cables from the car, as he had his hands full.

Ah, that’s right. When you had ducked your head into the van to look for the cables, the jackass had clocked you right in the back of the head.

“Good morning.”

That voice.

You turned, finding yourself in what you could only surmise was this guy’s basement, empty save for the mattress. And him.

You hadn’t gotten all that great of a look at him in the first place, but he now donned a devilish mask, its smile resemblant of the Chesire Cat. Dark optics drilled into your soul, inducing a shiver along your spine.

The problem was, you were never all that good at handling fear. You were the kind of person to crack jokes during horror movies to diffuse the tension, to use snark and taunts to conceal your real emotions.

You hated feeling vulnerable; by making a joke out of the situation, you were able to calm your nerves, tricking your brain into thinking you were safe.

Squinting up at the man, you made a show of holding the side of your head with a groan. “Aw fuck, just how hammered did I get last night?”

The man stared wordlessly, taken aback. That probably wasn’t the reaction he usually got from his victims upon waking up in a strange basement.

“What? It’s a joke, dude.” You sat up, stretching your limbs and cracking your knuckles. “Anyway, what’s up? You need something, or am I just here for the hell of it?”

The mask cocked to the right. “You’re mocking me.”

“Sure am.” You cracked your neck, yawning. “You’re The Grabber, right? Guess you live up to your name. Seeing as, y’know, you grabbed me.”

Bewildered didn’t even cover it; The Grabber eyed you silently, at a loss for words, and you hoped he was beginning to regret his choice in kidnapee.

“Sooooo…” You clicked your tongue. “How’s this usually go? Am I supposed to beg? Or cry? I don’t know, man, gimme some direction here.”

“I don’t think you understand the position you’re in.”

“Oh no, I know, this is a kidnapping, right?” You shot him a thumbs-up. “I’m cool with that. My dad used to burn me with his cigarettes and lock me in the garage for days, so I’m totally up for whatever you wanna throw my way."

The Grabber moved now, inching closer, looking for all the world like a true demon as he reached the edge of the mattress, crouching down to align your faces at the same height.

“Well, it’s like they say,” he remarked, brushing a stray hair from your face. “Nothing good in this life ever came easy…So, that begs the question.” He tapped the tip of your nose with his index finger. “Are you good, Y/N? Are you worth my time?”

Every hair on your body stood at attention. How did he know your name? Steeling yourself, you retained your composure, feigning a smile. “The hell you asking me for? My friends would say I’m worth the time, but every teacher I’ve ever had would disagree...So, depends on who you ask.”

The Grabber rested his chin on his hand, contemplating you. “You don’t fear much, do you?”

“Mm, I’m afraid of never making something of myself or being able to live up to impossible standards.” You faked a look of sudden understanding. “Oh! You mean like ghosts and ghouls and all that? Nah, not really.”

“Never too late to change that.”

Before you could even think of an answer, he was on top of you. You stifled a yelp as he pinned you down against the mattress, his knees holding yours in place as he withdrew a pocket knife from his trousers.

The abrupt movement sent your heart into a terror-stricken frenzy, but your stupid mouth still spoke of its own accord. “Hm, kinky. You want to choose a safe word first? How’s ‘dumbfuck-jackass’ strike you?”

He uttered a barbarous chuckle, the sound gravelly behind the mask. “Let’s play a game.” He tapped the side of the blade against the base of your throat. “I’m going to have some fun. If what I do doesn’t scare you, I’ll do something worse. If it does scare you, all you have to do is tell me.”

Your chest tightened, heart ramming against its confines as your brain screamed at you to just let it go and stop antagonizing him. Instead, you smirked. “Sure, sounds like a good time.”

Truly, you had hoped he was just bluffing to get you to admit to your fear. But when he began to drag the knife along your cheek, leaving a thin, sanguine leak of blood in its wake, you realized you may have bitten off more than you could chew. You winced as your cheek wept blood—not much, but enough to hurt.

“No?” You could hear The Grabber’s prurient breaths huffing against the mask. “How about here?” He moved to your shoulder, drawing another swipe across your collarbone. You choked back a cry, swallowing hard.

“Is this how you spend all your free time?” you taunted, trying to ignore the dribbles of blood leaking down your chest. “My dude, I think you need to take up a better hobby. Crochet, maybe?”

The Grabber ignored you, gliding the tip of the knife up to your face again, pressing into the soft skin beneath your right eye. “How about here?”

You could see the blade coming, the sharp tip inches and then centimeters from your eyeball, and from the corybantic glint in his own eyes, you knew he wasn’t messing with you.

“Okay!” you cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as the tip just barely grazed your eyelid. “O-okay. I’m scared, a-all right? I’m fucking terrified! Is that what you wanted to hear, you fucking sadist?”

A thumb replaced the blade, gently stroking the space beneath your eye. “Yes,” he murmured contentedly, cupping the side of your cheek. “I look forward to playing with you more, Y/N.”

[cbairdash]

Amates 31, 1277. Past the panels and below. We didn’t find trouble; it came looking for us.

The room spun three more times to the sound of rattling gears before a way out opened up. It wasn’t the spiral staircase. That stayed a spring-loaded, hungry meat grinder. Instead, the way out was a dark, dusty door hidden behind one of the medical cabinets. There was another spiral staircase behind it, only without the spring blades ready to snap out at us from all directions.

All told, it was a good sign they were on the right path. Ruins were often thick with locks and inventive ways to get killed. Those were always far less complicated than a room-sized combination lock. Still, it made my head throb.

But the floor below was well worth the headache.

I left the stairwell, took two steps into the new room, then froze. This room was round, similar to the one above, but lacked the engraved wall panels. Instead, there were wide, broken bay windows, some the size of a small carriage, that had a breathtaking view outside. Not that there was much to see. It was just giant, glowing blue mushrooms on the cavern ceiling and the massive underground lake with its dark water splashing in the distance, far below.

Everything else in the room? It looked like a carpenter’s shop thew up. The chaos was so much. I had a hard time taking it all in. So I focused on the view, and a set of tall, aged cabinets made of a dark wood that stood between the broken windows.

It wasn’t hard to imagine what the room looked like centuries ago. The place was fascinating. I flexed my hands, as I had an itch to sketch the room. Common sense tackled that urge and shoved it into a closet. We didn’t have time for that.

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[reality-inflicted]

This photo is such a massive fucking headache. It has been years since I took it in all its askew glory and I both love and hate it. I love it because of the potential and implication. There is truly something there that is worth exploring. Now, the sensible person would go back there and take the photo proper. I am not sensible. Neither have I had the energy nor the interest in learning even basic photo editing. My editing process has simply been trial and error and endless frustration interspersed with violent yanking of contrasts. The first image is the latest attempt at an edit. The second is the untouched original. I don’t know... I think I’m still partial to the original. If it weren’t for the damn light armature and electrical cord. 

Appropriate music.

[spiked-mall-goth]

ummmmm guys. i have had a day let me tell you. super long diary like entry lol

i had to get up early to go see my papa and help him move some furniture, and although i was running on a total of 2 1/2 hours of sleep i was excited. he lives out in the city and its about an hour and a half drive but the highway is completely surrounded by trees so that was a fun ride. listened to lots of music and talked about barbies with my dad. we counted 21 total yard sales on the trip.

got home and ate lunch after unloading some beds. my papa wanted some old twin beds out of his house so we took them home. i have a new mattress now!! which hopefully means far less daily back pain!!

after lunch we decided to go to a few of the yard sales we passed by. and let me tell you i got a HAUL. i got a pair of really nice pajama pants that have little skulls on them, then at the next one they had SO MUCH STUFF!!! like guys.. i got a sweater for 25 cents.. GUYS. i got a little black sweater, a flowy black summer top, a fucking black velvet CAPELET, and the most gorgeous black 80s prom dress; although sadly it does not zip and needs alterations but its WORTH IT!!! it has really big poof sleeves and a massive flower sash omg guys its AWSOME. at the same place i also got a little fake ivy for my kitchen :D it desperately needed a little life, a big ass puzzle to work on with my brothers, and they had MOUNDS of vhs tapes... for FREE. soooo uh yeah. may or may not have come home with like twenty new tapes. oh yeah did i metion that i only paid like a total of six dollars so far?? i made out like a Bandit. final yard sale and the woman was like 'uhhhh $1.25.'. so for a $1.25 i got a peanuts drinking glass (i think from mcdonalds..), the entirety of firefly on dvd, and a ceramic angel. normally i do not go for religious imagery in my decor, but. it was like 102F.. i hadnt slept since my two hour night.. i was severely dehydrated.. heat exhaustion was setting in a little bit.. and i dunno, she just called to me. she reminded me of laura palmer.

okay, so i get home and unload all my of goodies, then i start cleaning my room. i have to disassemble my old bed frame and clean under my bed and shit. i already have a pounding headache at this point but i have schedule to keep. beds gotta be moved b4 tmrrw. so i am FIGHTING trying to get the frame apart, i'm all sweaty and gross and i finally get it!! :D i feel some stuff falling over behind me and b4 i can even look up i get whacked right upside my head loony tunes style with a huge metal beam :( i start feeling kinda funny and i vaguely remember talking to my brother who told me to lie down. i pass out cold and hard on the couch for about an hour. vague memories of seeing something in the room with me. not really important i just think you should know.

wake up to my brothers shaking me to make sure i havent DIED. i lived! yayyy!! ate dinner, and then it was time. i have been looking at this online auction for over a week now and it was ending in a matter of minutes. i did when some some stuff! i got the directors cut of JTHM, revenge of the filler rabbit, and some other comic which i cannot remember rn.. but anyways it was 5 bucks! and then i bought a snoopy wallet for a few dollars. although i did miss out on a clear phone.. so sad. but overall i had a very good shopping day today idk why. everything just like fell into my lap at affordable prices... like wow..

after the auction i still had not moved my new bend in (ya know.. bonk on da head) so i fight forever to get it put together. but yippeee!!! its al here! and i was given a new blanket to put on it which is very soft :3

anyways now im here after showing and watching x files for a bit.

if you read all of that.... wow. ily <3. i normally dont like to just like info dump about my irl daily stuff, but today was just so like action packed it was kinda bonkers. anyways i have to go to bed bc i have more stuff going on tmrrw.... and i honestly might just cancel them.. i am TIRED.

[dontthrowthewiimote]

Totk is still a great game would recommend but every time I think it might edge out botw as my favorite, I run into something incredibly tedious for no good reason

I run into a blue lynel in the depths

This is great actually because I need a blue lynel specifically for a fairy so glad I found one

Its armored

And of course armor is related to the monster strength so it's very heavily armored

So I need like 10+ bombs before I start to do damage while not taking damage because it's still a lynel

Or a high strength hammer (specifically a hammer other weapons dont work on armor) that I don't have because I don't use hammers in combat

I have yunobo of course and would love to use that but managed to set off two other sages instead and now he's not near me

Yeah this just isn't worth the headache

This is like every area. I semi recently found the Thunder helm which was a cave that massively depleted my bomb stash and required at least six hammers and gave a 2 strength piece of armor. So completely not worth the time it's not even funny

[springfallendeer]

Late Night Serenade

Subnautica AU storyline featuring @justaduckarts "Pluto" and @pulsarsatellite "Aberrant". This was a very fun little commission to work on.

5.3k words, so a bit of a read. Alien naughtiness. Size difference kink. Weird anatomy stuff. Very sweet but with some strange parts.

Deep into the night, when all is meant to be silent and still, a familiar song begins. Booming and sorrowful. The many complex notes flow effortlessly through the open water, rattling the carefully established foundation of the undersea base.

If the song itself did not prove enough to rouse its nearest listener, then the distressing rattling it caused would have done the trick.

Those first loud, agonizing notes prove startling enough to wake her. The runaway survivor who has come to call this underwater establishment her home.

As soon as she wakes, she struggles to get on to her feet.

While her humanoid anatomy is suitable enough for land-based locomotion, her largely aquatic anatomy has stripped her of any adaptations that would have otherwise given her the ability to maintain balance. As a result, she fails to keep herself properly upright.

The instant that her feet meet the trembling floor, she stumbles onto her knees. Though she does try to stand back up once; twice; thrice, she ultimately accepts the fact that she is simply incapable of walking on these unsteady floors.

Though she can crawl towards the latch that will lead her into the open water, her inability to properly maintain balance assures that the journey is a tedious one. Multiple times she loses what little balance she has. She falls onto her side. She flops onto her stomach. Multiple times, she nearly falls onto her face.

Despite the intense struggle, she does eventually make it to the hatch.

The instant that she gets the hatch open and drags herself down into the water, her lack of balance ceases to be an issue.

In the water, she moves as freely and as gracefully as any fish. Her alien genetics and generations worth of adaptations have worked in tandem to grant her a body that is perfectly suited to survive in the sea.

Through the use of webbed fingers and a long, ribbon-like tail, she easily maneuvers through the open water. All the while her body is jostled by the booming notes of the forlorn song.

It doesn’t feel unpleasant. Quite the opposite. The microscopic underwater ripples shake against her skin, creating an effect similar to that of a massage. And because she’s built to endure these underwater vibrations, they bring her no discomfort whatsoever.

Even the volume of the song is of little concern. Again, she is built to endure these underwater sound waves. She won’t even suffer a headache as a result of listening to them.

It's not hard to find the source of the booming, forlorn song. Not that its source was a mystery.

The Leviathan floats aimlessly in the open water above the base. Mostly still, but not entirely so. They must move every so often to prevent their natural camouflaging abilities from kicking in and turning them virtually invisible.

A slow tilt of the head here. The aimless wave of a glowing lure there. That’s all that it takes for the artificial being to maintain maximum visibility.

Having found her companion, she swims up to him.

This is where the song does become a problem.

At this close of a range, the power of the vibrations shakes the surrounding water more dramatically. To the point that small bubbles even form around her. These bubbles, combined with the stronger vibrations, make it very difficult to swim. Each booming note works to push her away. When a brief silence sets in between the notes, the water abruptly settles and drags her in any random direction.

The song effectively creates momentary underwater currents. Currents which easily drag her smaller body around.

Just like reaching the hatch had been a struggle, she struggles to swim to this massive being. But ultimately she must if she wishes to properly console them.

All it will take is a touch. A brush of her fingers against their scales. A comforting scrape of her tail against their body. The reassuring nuzzle of her nose against their muzzle. All of these gestures and more will work as a means of reminding them that they are not alone.

Her already tired body is exhausted by the time she does reach them.

She was wise enough to swim directly into their line of sight. That way she could not unintentionally startle them with her unexpected appearance.

As a bonus, the Leviathan also ceased with their singing the instant that they took notice of her. Because they understood that the power of their song jostled her much smaller body around without mercy.

She hears the note die unexpectedly in their throat, and she watches as their eyes briefly widen with a mixture of shock and concern. Their eyes then immediately soften with sadness, and they begin to sing a new song. A softer, more apologetic song.

It is quite apparent that they did not realize just how loud that they were being. Chances are they meant to sing their song throughout the night without waking her. But in their state of emotional distress, they failed to keep the power of their voice in check.

She trills back a forlorn song of her own as she swims closer. Her song, while far quieter and of a much higher pitch, resonates with them just as much as theirs had with her.

The Leviathan drops their muzzle ever so slightly as she approaches.

Their song booms again. Not nearly as dramatically as before, but enough to make the water around her vibrate again.

She is not jostled. Simply caressed by the somber tone of the beautiful notes flowing across her smaller body.

She caresses the Leviathan in turn. Not through her song, but through her touch. She places her webbed hands upon the wide, bumpy snout of her companion. Her hands maintain contact with their face as she glides them upwards along the ride of their snout, until her arms lay flat. Her torso bends around the front of their muzzle. Her knees rest at the bottom of their jaw. Her tail wraps around to press flat against their submental space. Every few seconds, as their song flows out of them, her tail is stirred. This results in her tail lightly flapping against their scaly flesh, creating something reminiscent of an affectionate pat on the chin.

This is how they hug. The differences between their bodies affords them no options as intimate as this.

As peculiar as the embrace might appear, it does bring them comfort. She consoles her lonely companion, and they in turn find the reassurance that they are not quite as alone as they feel.

“Plu-to…” Their voice calls to her like an ambient hum, whistling in the depths of her mind; uttered not through words or through whistles, but through the unique transmission of an empath. They are both reassuring themselves of her presence, and communicating a need for further comfort through social interaction.

Conversations are something so rarely afforded to a creature which has been forced to spend a solitary lifestyle.

“Aberrant~...” She whistles his name in turn. Not through any unique power, but through the distinct trill of her underwater song. She reassures them of her presence through the use of their name. Her voice and her touch play in unison to put this massive being more at ease. Though she fears the inadequacy of her earnest attempts.

“Hurt-ing…” Aberrant responds in turn; the strained, quiet tone of his telepathic voice establishing his struggle to communicate. It is a struggle no different than any other form of communication; or specifically, a struggle born from a lack thereof. The anatomy responsible for this manner of speech has gone with so little use that even conveying simple words has become a struggle. It will take years, if not decades of practice to bring them into an optimal conversational state.

Not that there is much need to communicate further. The sound of their song and that one simple word does all that it needs to establish their state. A state of deep emotional pain brought on by centuries of solitude spent longing for any form of familial contact.

In all his years, he has never found a mate. He has never sired children. His only family; if they can be called family at all, are long dead. It is the sad reality of a genetic experiment. Anything even remotely similar to him failed to survive due to lack of resources and care; cursing him to this empty, solitary life.

Pluto has only recently become a part of this empty life; and while equally broken in her own way, she cannot fully relate to the suffering that this poor Leviathan has endured.

“I’m here.” She simply sings back in turn, reminding the enormous creature that their loneliness is not quite as absolute as it once was.

This appears to console them greatly. The pitch of their next few notes change. They are higher and drawn out much like whistles, or a hum. The sound stirs the water less and allows her to comfortably rest on their snout so that she can cuddle with them properly.

But the pitch and the volume change abruptly in the middle of the song. As does Aberrant’s posture.

Their entire body tenses abruptly and their song deepens dramatically; it is as if a sudden and intense pain took hold of them, causing them to flinch and groan in distress.

Pluto finds herself jostled not by the volume of the vocalization, but by the sharp, unintentional movement brought on by the Leviathan’s sudden bout of full body tension. She is nearly knocked off of his muzzle, but is able to use the momentum of his movements to guide herself back so that she can lay completely atop his snout.

Another deep groan resonates from him as she settles atop his nose. His bioluminescence begins to act up, causing the many glowing barbs and spots that line his body to burst to life; making him all the more visible in the darkness of the nocturnal sea.

Suddenly he seems to be in a lot of physical distress. She is rightly concerned, as she has no means of guessing exactly what it is that has caused this problem. Nor does she know if it is a problem that she can even fix.

Worried, she begins to gently pat the bridge of their nose, near their front facing eyes.

“Aberrant?!” Pluto calls to him. The desperation in her tone of voice is obvious. She is concerned about her friend and eager to help alleviate their pain however she can. But she needs to know what is wrong. She cannot help if she does not know what is wrong with them.

“Hurts!...” Aberrant’s voice groans in turn, unintentionally piercing the depths of the woman’s mind with a taste of the discomfort that has overtaken him. His empath abilities unwittingly acting as a double edge sword, which allow him to feel her emotional state while also allowing her to feel his, if and when he is willing to share that burden.

Pluto finds herself struck by his intense but unexpected emotional duress.

She feels his pain and his loneliness.

But she also feels his frustration. His raw, sexual frustration.

For centuries he has been without companionship. He has never had a mate. Tonight’s unexpected, booming song was not purely born from loneliness; but from the desire to breed.

In a roundabout way, he was in heat, or rut. The climate was just right. His hormones were running rampant.

He was like an animal unexpectedly thrust into the depths of the breeding season. Centuries of frustration have returned to antagonize him once more, and he once again found himself without means of properly relieving these urges.

And Pluto has found herself being subjected to these same pent up urges through their empathic connection.

Hormones flood her body abruptly and without restraint, sending her into a heat cycle of her own. Her skin flushes, causing beautiful patterns of pink and lavender to stand out against the lighter portions of her skin; an adaptation meant to signal her own eagerness to mate.

Aberrant is just as startled by her sudden rush of arousal as he was distressed by his own; because the double edged sword of the empath has naturally assured that he will feel her emotional state in turn. He nearly tosses her off of him with his sudden jolt of surprise.

The two of them begin to groan in unison, a mixture of sexual hormones, confusion, and desire taking hold of them all at once.

Neither are all that sure of what to do.

Hesitation mixes into their already scrambled emotions. Primal urges fight with logical minds. Fear and doubt battle with desire. The instinct to seek out that intimacy brawls with the knowledge of how that intimacy will change them.

In the end, they both submit to these urges.

Unexpected as this situation is, their desires are mutual. There is no need to overcomplicate things through haphazard words when they can literally feel each other’s desires.

But the open water is not the place for these desires to be fulfilled. They are too exposed. Too vulnerable to potential threats.

Pluto holds fast to Aberrant’s face as he makes a fast, smooth dive to the depths of the sea.

His massive body settles upon the smooth, glittering sand of the seabed. Underwater dust and debris is stirred as a result of his sudden approach. The cloud both provides cover and hides them from any prying eyes that might roam these dark water. Though the ambient glow of his bioluminescence reflects off of the many floating grains; which in turn creates the illusion that a much larger creature has settled upon the sand.

The Leviathan sings again as Pluto begins to tentatively explore.

The drastic differences between their bodies will likely make this process difficult. Not to mention risky.

There will be a lot of touch and go while they figure out what can and cannot be done in the pursuit of sexual intimacy.

The many lures that dangle from Aberrant’s head become a means of curiously exploring the woman’s body. They wrap lightly around her limbs as she guides herself down their nose, towards the end of their muzzle.

The instant that she has reached his mouth, his tongue darts out to affectionately lap at her body. An action which is neither new nor unfamiliar to them.

Only now, the fabric irritates him; it prevents him from caressing her skin directly with his lures or his tongue.

Pluto submits as her body is swiftly snared by the many tentacle-like lures that protrude from Aberrant’s head. Some wrap around her arms and legs to hold them still as others sneak directly into her wetsuit.

Frustrated as they are, the Leviathan is mindful. They have no desire to hurt their companion and soon to be lover. Irritated as they are with the wetsuit, they make sure not to hurt its wearer as they proceed to easily rip it to pieces.

The beautiful markings that line Pluto’s body are put on full display once the suit is ripped apart. The pink and lavender patterns resemble leaves and flowers. They are designed to amplify specific physical features. As a result, her cheeks stand out. As do her small breasts, her abdomen, and her vulva.

Aberrant appears to be fixated with her strange, but beautiful new appearance. He sings a familiar, playful note as he proceeds to drag his tongue along her bare body.

Pluto trembles in delight. The Leviathan’s tongue is soft and warm. The many papillae lining the slippery muscle stimulate her pleasantly; the bumpy texture proves especially appealing lower down on her body.

The double edged skill of the empath assures that Aberrant is well aware of how much the woman enjoys being licked. He is also aware of where she prefers his tongue to touch her.

A pleasant trill escapes him as he pokes his tongue out to lick her again. His many head lures remain wrapped around her smaller, delicate frame all the while. He’ll keep hold of her until it comes time to let her explore.

But that can wait.

Right now, his focus is entirely on exploring the joys of stroking her with his tongue. 

Aberrant can feel how his tongue stimulates her. Each stroke against her lower half sends pleasant tingles coursing through his pelvic region. As a result, he comes to enjoy licking her just as much as she enjoys being licked. The positive feedback loop becomes something of a reinforcement.

Especially when the sensations begin to grow more intense.

He doesn’t exactly understand why the pleasure seems to build the way it does, but he also can’t be bothered to question it. All he knows is that it feels good; to Pluto and to himself by proxy.

So he continues to work his tongue, dragging it slower each time; until eventually he’s just persistently grinding the tip of his tongue between her spread legs.

“Abe~!” Pluto sings his nickname in a sweet, enthusiastic voice as she rolls her hips against his tongue.

Her voice only encourages him further.

“Plu-to~” Aberrant sings her name in turn, mixing his vocalizations with his telepathic voice so that he can fully convey his delight.

The pleasure is so intense now.

Pluto trembles in his grasp as he continues to grind his tongue between her legs.

Her taste changes, becoming sweeter and more potent. Feminine hormones wash over his tongue, enticing him further.

They sing in unison as something amazing happens.

The pleasure seems to reach a peak. Intense waves of euphoria cause them to tense and relax in pleasant pulses.

Aberrant feels Pluto’s orgasm; and Pluto becomes acutely aware of the fact that Aberrant has experienced an orgasm of their own in turn. An orgasm not unlike her own. One that leaves him twitching internally the same way that her vulva throbs against his tongue.

When the initial disorientation wears off, the woman is left all the more aware of the Leviathan’s intense, romantic glow. His one monotone glow has transitioned to ripples of vibrant colors. Colors which transition every few seconds for a minute or so, before settling back onto a singular hue.

Aberrant purrs as he shifts so that he can affectionately nuzzle the woman.

Pluto responds in turn by gently running her hands along his snout.

The two maintain unwavering eye contact as they cuddle for a moment. Skin to skin adds to the intimacy of the orgasmic afterglow.

But the moment of stillness doesn’t last long. Aberrant is soon curious about Pluto’s body once more; and the woman is admittedly interested in finding out just what else the Leviathan might be able to get away with.

Aberrant uses his lures to adjust the woman in his hold. He has her lay down atop his muzzle so that he can properly observe her body.

She spreads her legs on her own accord, eager to show off the part of her body that is now in desperate need of stimulation.

The Leviathan can sense it through their empathic connection.

She wants something inside. She wants him to fill her up and stir up her insides however he can; without hurting her, of course.

Curiosity and desire mingle.

Aberrant uses his glowing lures to explore the possibilities at play. He further coaxes her legs apart with gentle tugs.

At last, he pushes onwards with his desired experiment.

The bulbous end of one of his tendrils is delicately pressed between Pluto’s legs. He compares size and shape to determine if insertion is even a possibility, all while taking into account the fact that these tentacle-like lures of his are rather malleable.

He remains as gentle as he can as he attempts to usher the glowing bulb at the end of his tendril into her.

He observes how her body stretches to accommodate the girthy mass of flesh, and how his own flesh compresses and distorts in order to squeeze into this unexplored orifice.

At no point is Pluto put in pain.

Though she - and Aberrant by extension - is startled when the tip of the lure suddenly pops inside of her. After having cleared that threshold of resistance, it really did snap in easily. When it does, she registers a very slight sting from the abrupt movement. But following that, there is only pleasure.

She tries and fails to trill his name as the euphoria rushes over her. All that she can do is moan and spread her legs further in an inviting and submissive manner. The sensation of being filled is oh so satisfying in its own right.

The Leviathan is satisfied as well. Satisfied and fixated. He can see the faint bulge in Pluto’s abdomen where his lure has nestled inside of her.

Not only that, he can see the glow of his lure through her skin. The pink and lavender markings on her abdomen seem to light up from the internal bioluminescence.

He quite likes the way it looks; not to mention the way it feels.

Something inside of him is being stirred up by this little experiment. The phantom sensation of being thoroughly filled by a large, bulbous object adds to the satisfaction of what he’s doing.

No wonder Pluto likes it. It is quite pleasant to be filled.

Even though he only feels it through his empathic connection to her, he does enjoy it. Nothing about the sensation feels odd or unpleasant.

It is as if he is equally as built to be filled as she is.

He could do this all night, if she allowed it. But Pluto has grown curious of his body in her own right. As much as she wants to be stirred up and teased by the fleshy, glowing appendage that has been stuffed into her, she still wants her chance to explore. Allowing him to indulge for much longer will no doubt leave her sore and exhausted.

Not only that; she wants to find some other means of mutual pleasure. Up until now, Aberrant has only experienced the bliss of sexual intimacy as a byproduct of pleasing her.

She wants to please him. Or better yet, find a way to allow them to mutually please each other.

Aberrant reluctantly removes his lure from her. Very reluctantly.

In all fairness, her body is equally as reluctant to release him. He has to coax the bulbous mass of flesh out of her just as carefully as he had to coax it in. And just like before, when the resistance finally disappears, everything moves abruptly. So his lure pops out of her just like it had popped into her. Only this time, it makes a very obvious sound.

The sound of suction.

He wants to put the lure back in so bad. Just so that he can remove it again. The stimulation is wonderful and the sound is addicting. But he obediently releases Pluto so that she can take some initiative and explore his heated body.

The light given off by his body guides her down, not that what she’s looking for is hard to spot.

She never would have expected it to be white. White and… Opalescent? The light of his bioluminescence reflects off of the slippery flesh in all manner of soft, pleasant colors. As a result, Aberrant’s phallus stands out as a stark contrast to the rest of his darker toned body.

The shape itself is eye-catching as well. What she first mistook for a singular phallus then appears to be multiple tangled together in a neat, uniform fashion. Then on closer inspection, she realizes that it really is just one. The long, girthy tentacle is simply lined with a series of fleshy bumps; comparable to papillae; as well as multiple long tips. Three of them to be specific; each as long as her hand from fingertip to wrist.

He has such strange but fascinating genitals.

Aberrant sings impatiently as she tentatively familiarizes herself with his genitals. He is obviously eager to be touched. But he reluctantly keeps himself still and waits for Pluto to do as she will.

She is rightly intimidating by the size of it. At least thrice the length of her body and as prehensile as the tendrils growing from the Leviathan’s head.

Come to think of it… His penis honestly resembles a more complicated version of the muscular lures that line his skull. There are more ridges; and these ridges are longer. But instead of bioluminescent spots, his penis is lined with a series of large black spots which seem to absorb light.

It really is strange.

But not so strange that it makes her uneasy.

Outside of its impressive size, she’s not at all bothered by it. She just has to accept the fact that it’s impossible for her to really mate with Aberrant the way that nature would otherwise intend.

Or so she briefly assumed.

With more exploration, she finds something interesting. At the base of his phallus, around where his cloaca opens, there is an additional protrusion.

A smaller, more simplistic replica of his tentacle shaft? Possibly atrophied or deformed? Or something else, perhaps?

She isn’t quite sure what it is. But it's not nearly as intimidating as its larger counterpart. Seven or eight inches long. Smaller bumps. Only on tip. The same color, but it lacks the black spots.

Tentatively, she wraps her hand around it. Just to test the waters.

Aberrant squeaks. Then he sings in delight.

Alright. That was a good sign. She can feel how much he likes it through their connection. So she’s at least managed to find a means of making him feel good.

But she’s still curious. Is there anything else that she can do? She wants to make sure that he can enjoy this experience as much as possible. With her smaller size, she’ll need to stimulate him as much as she can.

Her curiosity inevitably brings her to his cloaca.

On some level, she can compare it to a vulva. There’s two fleshy outer lips which would normally come together to protect the delicate genitals that hide within it.

Will he like it if she stimulates inside?

Pluto gently presses her hands against the fleshy lips to usher them further apart, but she waits before doing anything else.

Obviously she won’t continue if this distresses Aberrant.

He responds with enthusiasm. Just as he had felt her desire to be filled, she can now feel his desire to be filled.

That’s all the permission that she needs to press on. She fully spreads his cloaca so that she can have a look at what little there is that remains hidden.

Two holes. Not all that far apart. One higher than the other.

Wait. Two???

Aberrant was male, right? Or… No. She was foolish to assume just based on his visible genitals. Plenty of creatures on this world are more complicated than that.

He must have both. That would certainly explain his desire to have something inserted into him.

Carefully, she reaches towards the higher orifice with one hand. Admittedly, she’s afraid of hurting him. He’s a virgin and has never been stimulated. She doesn’t even know how his anatomy works. It's possible that his vaginal canal isn’t all that well developed. He could be a transitional species that changes sex later on in life.

Her concerns quickly disappear when Aberrant sings again, delighted by the stimulation. He squirms as he sings, seemingly begging for her to stimulate him further.

Thoroughly motivated, she first slides her fingers into him. Then her hand, followed promptly by her arm.

He’s snug around her, but not tight. He can’t clamp down enough to actually grip her due to her small size. But based on his vocalizations, he’s enjoying the stimulation regardless.

Now thoroughly paying attention, she realizes that the smaller phallus is most likely a clitoris.

Knowing how sensitive her own clitoris is, she can only assume how sensitive his must be.

Alright. This can work. They can both enjoy this in a safe, satisfying way.

Carefully, Pluto straddles his large, wriggling phallus. Not to ride it, but to use it as support while she gets everything into place.

Aberrant trills in delight just feeling her hold onto his shaft. His song heightens in pitch when she then moves on to the next phase of her plan.

She can’t ride his penis. But she can ride his clitoris. It feels about the same to her once it slips inside her already prepped vaginal opening; and he certainly doesn’t complain. The stimulation feels amazing. She can hear it in his voice just as well as she can feel it through their empathic connection.

Neither of them are going to last long, doing this. The mutual pleasure amplifies the potency of the feedback look, effectively doubling the intensity of the overall stimulation.

One last thing.

Pluto carefully slips her tail into Aberrant’s vaginal opening. Her long, slender appendage is able to wriggle about inside of him and stimulate him. She can’t quite fill him up the way he craves, but she can give him the next best thing. He certainly isn’t complaining.

Having gotten everything where it needs to be, the woman offers a tentative roll of the hips.

Stars above, it feels incredible. The intensity of the euphoria is like a brain fog. Thick and pleasant; almost addictive.

She finds herself holding on tighter to the base of Aberrant’s shaft, which reflexively twists about in search of additional stimulation. He winds up wrapping it around her and using it to help her ride his throbbing clitoris.

The three-pronged head also winds up twisting around to linger near her face.

She’s not quite sure why she does it. Maybe it's the desire to please the sexually frustrated Leviathan. Maybe she just wants to repay him for his earlier pampering. Regardless, she takes to teasing him with her tongue as she rides his clit.

Aberrant’s song gets louder as he feels Pluto’s tongue stroke the slit at the tip of his phallus. She kisses him there like she would kiss someone on the lips. To the point that her tongue even slips inside of him to taste the milky pre-cum that has started to seep from within.

Wonderful. It feels wonderful. This definitely isn’t a traditional mating, but it feels amazing nonetheless.

They really don’t last long. Neither of them do. It’s even hard to say which of them actually orgasms first, thanks to the feedback loop of euphoria. If one orgasms, the other feels the same pleasure, which in turn leads to them orgasming. One orgasm is actually two, but two is actually four, and four is actually eight. All experienced in unison and in quick succession.

Being underwater does nothing to make the process less messy.

Without a proper orifice to drain into, Aberrant shamelessly ejaculates into open water. The white cloud pools around Pluto, concealing her from his view; at least until he uses his fins to blow the bodily fluid away so that he can see her.

All the while his clitoris throbs dramatically inside of her with each orgasm. She’s tight and warm and slippery. Every small movement sends jolts of pleasure running up his spine, further adding to the fog which has settled over his mind.

What is realistically only a few minutes of mating feels like hours, given the intensity of the orgasms and the number of orgasms that are experienced overall.

By the end of it, both are exhausted.

Exhausted, but happy. Regardless of the temporarily increased sensitivity brought on by the intensity of the experience.

The only reason that they stop when they do is because of the exhaustion. Both would happily continue if they maintained the stamina needed to do so.

Pluto in particular is tired. Aberrant knows exactly when to stop, and he does so without hesitation for the sake of keeping her safe and healthy.

Satisfied with his first time getting to mate, he carefully coaxes the tired woman up to his face so that he can allow her to rest safely on the bridge of his nose.

There, she inevitably succumbs to her exhaustion and drifts off into a peaceful slumber with the help of his soft, joyous song.

[viscountessevie]

Okay so wanted to make the Regé post but alot of intense shit happened in my house (thank you fucking Lizzie you died and are STILL causing shit in a middle class working home ugh) but I'm just really out of it yall and have calmed down but got a massive headache from processing everything. ✨Family Drama Things✨

Anyways I'm opening asks again to hear everyone's thoughts on this:

I'll be recapping all the shit Regé went through at the hands of production or rather the lack of protection, also if anyone has screenshots of the gross shit of NC liked on Twitter please send them over. Also will be covering the cast and crew responses of ROP and Kenobi when Moses Ingram got hate in comparison to the lack of support from our very Bee Show 🙄

Are we surprised?

No but yeah seeing ROP's response I'm like WHERE IS THIS ENERGY FROM THE BEE SHOW? Anyways yes will be giving alternative to what our show's cast and crew could have done better.

No more reponses to my last few asks because everything has been said and my last reblog from Mimi pretty much says it all tbh. Also noooooo pro royal asks I do not wanna hear it. I just had a huge fight with my family over it and I am done. I don't care if I've been waiting forever for this day, it's definitely not worth what happened in my home today. But anti-monarchy shit sure, send it to @allkinds-oftrash though I'll listen all day and just publish them to let yall vent.

Also!! No shit against RJP okay he's been through enough just tell me your thoughts, any alternatives for how the Bee Show should have done better and so on.

To everyone that sent asks before that kind of got "lost" in my ask box - actually no it's made its home in my ask box shsjsjs. They'll be answered in time!! Thanks yall for understanding and see yall tomorrow. Goodnight - can't wait to get into your asks tomorrow!

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Remodeling a stand-alone house and refurbishing a condo unit can produce similar-looking results, but the procedures can be really different. Each restoration of a Naples Luxury Home Builder space features its own limitations, possibilities and techniques, all of which you should consider prior to beginning a job — even prior to acquiring an area. To make certain you aren’t hit with any unpleasant surprises, here are some things to consider prior to diving into your apartment design job.

1. Know the guidelines. The first thing to understand prior to preparing a condominium restoration is the pertinent policies of your condominium board. Your board might or might not have policies that impact cosmetic choices or material selections, but more than likely it will have policies about what days and times restorations can take place, when products may be brought into the building, which elevator can be used, and so on.

When attempting to schedule deliveries or tradespeople, not examining on this logistical information in advance can trigger huge headaches later. Your board might require a permit or approval to start any kind of work.

Policies such as these remain in a location to keep your neighbors happy, so in general, they are a favorable thing. Nevertheless, they can decrease a restoration process, so you need to give yourself a long timeline. Discuss a predicted timeline with a well-informed board member and your designer or specialist, and then add at least two months to the timeline so your expectations stay realistic.

2. Know who you’re renovating for. Once you understand what your board will and will not allow, you have to figure out who you’re designing for.

By this I suggest whether you are renovating the area to contribute to resale or rental worth, or to add to your personal enjoyment of your house. In some cases it is possible to accomplish both. However realistically, a restoration typically will lean more toward one or the other, with different techniques for both, so it’s important to decide which must take top priority and be honest with yourself about that choice.

When designing for yourself, you must still think about for how long you will remain in the area and focus on work based on this estimated timeline. For instance, if you anticipate to be in an area less than 5 years, you may want to focus on adding pieces you can take with you, such as plug-in sconces and upgraded furnishings, instead of changing fixed products such as tile.

When renovating for resale, you usually get the very best return on investment by concentrating on a couple of crucial locations and stinting the unnecessary however pretty information.

Kitchen cabinets, restroom fixtures, flooring, tiling, door hardware and cleaned-up walls are all usually smart financial investments.

3. Know your limits. Many of the points in this article might appear to be about things you can’t do, however it’s essential to understand your job restrictions before you fall for a concept that you won’t have the ability to become truth.

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Tight condo spaces sometimes consist of odd-angled walls or intrusive columns, however that’s typically since they can not be moved structurally. It’s crucial to know which walls and other components can be gotten rid of or opened and which ones can not, so bringing in a professional to seek advice from early is wise.

4. Move the eye, not your components. Usually, restroom fixtures can not be moved any significant distance — a minimum of not without a massive expense — which means you’re going to have to leave that toilet where it is, and you might not be able to include that second sink.

What you can do, nevertheless, is restructure how the eye sees the area. By choosing some surfaces to mix away and others to stand out, you can make the eye concentrate on the most lovely aspects.

Attempt copying this formula: Install a glass shower panel or minimalist shower curtain, all white components, and pale white or off-white tile. Then utilize a abundant or strong vanity in a quality finish to act as the declaration piece that defines the space. Additionally, use a plain white vanity and a spectacular accent tile — everything depends where you want the eye to be drawn.

5. Lower your lighting. Mentioning moving walls and components, you should keep in mind that lots of apartments have cement ceilings, which indicates you will not be able to drill into them much either.

You will notice that a number of the spaces included in this article have dropped ceiling panels over the kitchen area to enable new overhead elements to be installed. This can be handy when looking to include new lighting (specifically recessed pot lights) or make any other ceiling-related modifications such as rerouting your ventilation or using a new hood fan.

Depending on the components you wish to include, this can require a 6- to 12-inch drop. It’ll be a noticeable modification in ceiling height but just in a small area and typically not so much that you’ll be striking your head.

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Remodeling a stand-alone house and refurbishing a condo unit can produce similar-looking results, but the procedures can be really different. Each restoration Condominium & Residential Management, Naples Florida space features its own limitations, possibilities and techniques, all of which you should consider prior to beginning a job — even prior to acquiring an area. To make certain you aren’t hit with any unpleasant surprises, here are some things to consider prior to diving into your apartment design job.

1. Know the guidelines. The first thing to understand prior to preparing a condominium restoration is the pertinent policies of your condominium board. Your board might or might not have policies that impact cosmetic choices or material selections, but more than likely it will have policies about what days and times restorations can take place, when products may be brought into the building, which elevator can be used and so on.

When attempting to schedule deliveries or tradespeople, not examining on these logistical information in advance can trigger huge headaches later. Your board might require a permit or approval to start any kind of work.

Policies such as these remain in location to keep your neighbors happy, so in general they are a favorable thing. Nevertheless, they can decrease a restoration process, so you need to give yourself a long timeline. Discuss a predicted timeline with a well-informed board member and your designer or specialist, and then add at least two months to the timeline so your expectations stay realistic.

2. Know who you’re renovating for. Once you understand what your board will and will not allow, you have to figure out who you’re designing for.

By this I suggest whether you are renovating the area to contribute to resale or rental worth, or to add to your personal enjoyment of your house. In some cases it is possible to accomplish both. However realistically, a restoration typically will lean more toward one or the other, with different techniques for both, so it’s important to decide which must take top priority and be honest with yourself about that choice.

When designing for yourself, you must still think about for how long you will remain in the area and focus on work based on this estimated timeline. For instance, if you anticipate to be in an area less than 5 years, you may want to focus on adding pieces you can take with you, such as plug-in sconces and upgraded furnishings, instead of changing fixed products such as tile.

When renovating for resale, you usually get the very best return on investment by concentrating on a couple of crucial locations and stinting the unnecessary however pretty information.

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Kitchen cabinets, restroom fixtures, flooring, tiling, door hardware and cleaned-up walls are all usually smart financial investments.

3. Know your limits. Many of the points in this article might appear to be about things you can’t do, however it’s essential to understand your job restrictions before you fall for a concept that you won’t have the ability to become truth.

Tight condo spaces sometimes consist of odd-angled walls or intrusive columns, however that’s typically since they can not be moved structurally. It’s crucial to know which walls and other components can be gotten rid of or opened and which ones can not, so bringing in a professional to seek advice from early is wise.

4. Move the eye, not your components. Usually, restroom fixtures can not be moved any significant distance — a minimum of not without a massive expense — which means you’re going to have to leave that toilet where it is, and you might not be able to include that second sink.

What you can do, nevertheless, is restructure how the eye sees the area. By choosing some surfaces to mix away and others to stand out, you can make the eye concentrate on the most lovely aspects.

Attempt copying this formula: Install a glass shower panel or minimalist shower curtain, all white components, and pale white or off-white tile. Then utilize a abundant or strong vanity in a quality finish to act as the declaration piece that defines the space. Additionally, use a plain white vanity and a spectacular accent tile — everything depends where you want the eye to be drawn.

5. Lower your lighting. Mentioning moving walls and components, you should keep in mind that lots of apartments have cement ceilings, which indicates you will not be able to drill into them much either.

You will notice that a number of the spaces included in this article have dropped ceiling panels over the kitchen area to enable new overhead elements to be installed. This can be handy when looking to include new lighting (specifically recessed pot lights) or make any other ceiling-related modifications such as rerouting your ventilation or using a new hood fan.

Depending on the components you wish to include, this can require a 6- to 12-inch drop. It’ll be a noticeable modification in ceiling height but just in a small area and typically not so much that you’ll be striking your head.

Related links: Residential Remodeling Services in Naples Commercial Property Management in Naples Home Construction and Development in Naples

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Job-Outs Can Be Better

These days, businesses are growing and rising almost by leaps and bounds. Many of the old customs and traditional ways are now getting complicated and most manual things are now automated.

 For instance, many people still go to old laundry shops to have their personal clothes washed (or they wash the clothes themselves paying only for the laundry machines.)

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 However, as businesses grow, and things get massive, bulkier and sometimes complicated, big and medium sized establishments (and some people) now patronize commercial laundry services Emerald shops.

 These shops can get their materials (clothes and others) laundered faster and more thorough than doing the laundry oneself.

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 The rate of the proliferation of many businesses these days produces a lot of laundry (hotels, slaughter houses, restaurants) that people tend to use commercial laundry services Emerald shops for cleaning.

 At first look, this might seem convenient, easy and fast but sometimes it might not be actually the case. If you have the available space, it might be a better idea to consider having your laundry washed and dried in-house.

 In one view, there are actually several benefits to doing it yourself or keeping it on-site.

However, for big institutions, it is a different story altogether since their needs are much bigger than those personal things.

 Cost

 For businessmen worth their salt, every business is always geared towards keeping costs low regardless of the size. For large organizations, the cost of running them is always a headache. This is where people start to look for ways of keeping costs low.

 Every business is admittedly different, but on the long haul, there definitely are savings to be made by having a commercial laundry in the facility.

 Savings

 If you produce a lot of laundry every day, then there will be significant savings for every year. The weekly cost of running your own laundry service in-house will be much less compared to having it sent out.

 One of the ways is having programmable machines which can run when there is less drain on the system, saving money by being run at night, with the use of lower temperatures, and less water.

 Turn-around time

 Work turn-around is definitely faster and there is no waiting for your laundry to get back to your place. There is also far lesser chance of running out of items because you can simply program the work in a staggered manner.

 If you use a lot of sheets or towels, you can have them laundered and dried in about an hour. The arrangement is much better than the so-called next-day delivery. If you have a backlog of other items, some inclement weather or some errors happen, the wait is not that long.

 Quality control

 Regarding quality, you might feel far more control over the entire laundry process if you keep the laundry in-house. You can check on its handling, the chemicals used, all the way to overall damages and replacement needs if items are lost.

 The control you have on your in-house alternative is not that tight, though, since it is simply not their (your staff) line of work.

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@selkiewife told you this was long af but i wanted to switch povs lmao. Beck’s would have gotten real weird from that point on.

Asha was eating her fill a hand pie down by the docks, talking through a full mouth of food to a few of the nearby captains. One of the men made a joke about the recent misfortune of the Lannisters and they all broke out into a mad laughter that nearly brought tears to her eyes. She coughed, and a particularly burly man slapped her on the back as if to keep her from choking. Asha elbowed him so hard he doubled over, and yet none of them stopped chuckling.

She didn’t get this kind of jovial familiarity nearly as much now that she had taken up her father’s mantle. Most of her time was spent inside the castle, speaking with her advisors, making alliances, and dealing with the day-to-day political headaches of running a country. She reveled in these brief moments of fresh air and the casual way her men still saw her. It was worth brushing away moments of disrespect to be treated like a captain, not a queen. Even if it was just for a time.

A ragged scream of horror put an abrupt end to her conversation. The guards that had followed her down from the castle jumped to attention, but Asha had already taken up her axe in her own hand and leaped atop a barrel to look in the direction of the sound.

One scream was followed by dozens. Women and children screeching and scrambling for any shelter they could get inside. One knocked over a market stall, and it only increased the wave of panic traveling through the crowd. Whatever was frightening them so horribly was still shrouded in mist, but the terror was such that it spread out far beyond her on the docks.

What men were there with her snatched spear and sword and axe, even lengths of rope. Anything to protect themselves from the oncoming threat. 

Asha looked out at the sea. There were no incoming ships that she could see, and there was no other way to the islands. Perhaps it was a madman? Or maybe a child had fallen into the sea? But she heard no distant crazed rambling or the sobbing of women. Just the indecipherable shouts of men, and one of them above the rest, yowling like a fox in a trap. It sounded strangely familiar.

“L-Lower your weapons!” She heard Theon’s unmistakable stutter. A dark rage instantly stirred inside her. If anyone was foolish enough to take up arms against her brother—if they so much as sliced his cheek with the tip of a blade—she would give them a slow and painful death.

“Plea-PLEASE!” He screamed, out of breath. His desperate cry reached her ears only as an echo from such a distance. Slowly, the shouts of alarm from the men on the docks quieted, and she could hear only two men. One was her brother, continuously begging, the other was still screaming in between strangled sobs. 

“Get out of my way!” Asha snapped, knocking her shoulder against a guard as she pushed through them. “Move! ---Theon!”

“Do not strike! Please! Asha!” Theon called, and then, after a moment, a much quieter. “Let-l-let him g-o!”

She was damn near frantic now.

But the figure that she saw first emerge from the crowds and the rolling mist was not her brother. 

It was the largest bear she’d ever seen.

The beast’s fur was as pale as fresh snow, and its shoulder was as high as the shoulders of the men around it. Its head was bowed low, nearly kissing the dock, and in its half-closed jaws, fingers white with strain, feet desperately kicking along the ground so that he wouldn’t drag, was her uncle. His entire head was inside the mouth of the massive beast, and he was screaming and crying with no sense of pride left of him.

If she hadn’t been so bloody confused she’d have burst out laughing.

Theon appeared a half a heartbeat later. He boldly grabbed at the bear’s face, tugging its ears, digging his fingers into its fur and attempting to plant his feet. It was useless. He might as well have been a fly to such a massive creature. What was more impressive was that it didn’t maul him for the offense.

“Asha!!!” He called when he saw her, somewhere between desperation and relief. With the flat of his hand, he roughly patted the top of the bear’s head, and its little ears flattened irritably. In its jaws, Aeron’s screaming temporarily cut off as he strangled. Theon didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy patting the creature’s face and pointing to her. “See?! See it’s Asha! Asha!”

“Theon! Have you lost what is left of your mind?!” She snarled. The crowd had parted for her, or perhaps in a desire to not be the next person being dragged around by a rabid snow bear. And it had to be rabid. There was no other reason for an animal to act so strangely. Asha stopped a handful of paces away, “Get away from that thing!”

“Asha!” This time the cry came from the man nearly crushed in the animal’s jaws. The ghostly fur below the black lips of the beast was starting to turn pink. His time was running short, and as much as she loathed her uncle, she couldn’t very well just let him get mauled. It would show cowardice on her part. He screeched in pain, then called for her again. “Asha Queen! Please! Help me!”

She looked over her shoulder and nodded to the guards that had trailed her, and when she turned back she raised her axe. The beast regarded her with an eerie calm, and shoved itself off the dock. It grew taller and taller until it was standing on two feet like a man, and her uncle’s feet were kicking uselessly against its legs. Whatever Theon yelled to her was lost in the stab of temporary fear that went through her. She’d thought of a thousand ways her reign would end. None of them looked like this.

And then, as casually as a man handing over a few coppers for his supper, the beast dropped her uncle down to the dock. Aeron hit the ground with a loud thud, then he floundered against the docks, his fingernails blindly clawing at the wood as he gasped for breath. He kicked the air with his feet, and then finally managed to make it to his hands and knees, crawling pitifully behind her away from the creature. When he chanced a glance over his shoulder, the beast opened bloodstained jaws and let out a roar that shook the air. And, bizarrely, every haggard old pony, every slender stray cat hidden in the alleys, every dog roaming loose along the docks, and every bird in the sky, joined into the chorus. It split the sky around them, and was so loud the surrounding crowd covered their ears.

Behind her, her uncle curled into a pitiful ball.

And then, as quickly as it had all started, it stopped. The bear closed its mouth, the animals fell silent, and Asha found that she couldn’t see it anymore. No matter how hard she looked, the creature wouldn’t come into focus. She could see its colors, she could see the mist twist and coil, but she couldn’t catch its eyes or make out the shape of its maw.

White faded away to browns and greens—and gold. When the figure came back into focus it was not a bear at all, not an enormous towering beast, but her wife. And the expression on her face was darker than Asha had ever seen it… That was almost more frightening than the bear.

“I’ll not give that man a single warning more!” She hissed, pointing her pale finger at the man cowering behind her back. “Do you hear me, priest?! Do you understand what I mean now?!”

Asha stepped forward and took hold of Beck’s shoulders gently, searching her face. She couldn’t find a damn word to say. She didn’t know how to ask what had happened or why she was so angry. In fact she was truthfully still trying to absorb the information that, upon will, Beck apparently held the strength to maul any man on the islands. She’d seen her shift herself into the form of a sleek and playful little fox, but not this. This was frightening—this was awe inspiring.

“You teach that man respect, Asha.” Her thinly contained anger turned on the queen then, and Asha blinked. The witch’s finger poked at Asha’s chest, and even in spite of all she’d seen, even as angry as Beck was, it was hard to suppress her smile. Because no matter her power, no part of Asha had ever worried that Beck might try to harm her. And that wasn’t about to start now.

Her amusement faded when she saw the dark bruise on Theon’s face as he caught up to them, and the pieces started to fall more firmly into place within her mind. Beck was not a violent woman, she was not an angry person, and she wouldn’t have done this to the Damphair had she not been provoked. Theon’s bruise, the way his eye had swollen with red, angry flesh, told her exactly the crime that her uncle had committed. 

“You teach him some respect or it will be me who teaches you the manners my wife refuses to!” Beck warned sharply. Her uncle was apparently too frightened to argue at all.

“Go about your day.” Asha demanded darkly to the crowd that surrounded them, and reluctantly, the people on the docks at least pretended to go back to their jobs. The queen ran her fingers through her wife’s hair and kissed her forehead. Quietly, almost silently, she muttered. “Thank you.”

When she pulled back she could see that Beck was still tense. The blood that had been around the mouth of the bear was still there on her, and Asha wiped it away with the edge of her sleeve carefully. The tenderness of the action was finally enough to pierce through her fury, and when she met Asha’s eyes again, it was with a much softer expression. For a long moment, she simply looked at her quietly.

“I shouldn’t have shouted at you.” She said regretfully, and Asha only chuckled.

“It’s alright.” She pulled Beck into an embrace and laughed again. “I was mostly surprised that you knew how.”

That finally drew a reluctant snort of amusement from Beck, and she pulled away, looking around. When her eyes caught Theon standing on the edge of the docks, watching them, she gave him a kind smile. “Are you alright?”

He nodded vigorously. “Aye.”

Asha sighed, the tension in her shoulders finally fading away a little. She kissed her wife a final time, tilting her chin up to catch her lips properly. “Go back to the castle, my fierce wife. I’ve business with my nuncle you won’t wish to see.”

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A bit of a longer one :P sorry for inactivity!

(Also couldn't find any clothing appropriate images so just imagine that Pate has clothes on <3)

The crisp evening air gave way to a thick smokey haze as Hal entered the 'Pigs. It was the tavern he frequented most often throughout his short career as an adventurer, and he always coming back following a hard day of questing. There were always people around, he recalled, adventurers, magicians and thieves and the like, but around now was when it was busiest. The air was filled with loud drunken chatter and the dull thunks of a tankard hitting wood. When he saw through the crowded room that there was a stool still empty stool right up at the bar he thanked the gods.

“The usual?” asked the barkeep, a squat, pug-nosed woman, when he sat down

“You know it Helga” He gave her a worn smile

As she filled a mug with thick yeasty ale, his attention shifted to the man beside him. Built like a plowhorse, he wore a boiled leather vest a sweat-stained tunic, emphasizing tightly, emphasizing the hefty muscle and sizeable gut that bulged out from his arms and torso. Two wide shoulders framed him, with wide and strong arms that connected to rough hands, calloused and brown from years of hard work. He smelt of leather and sweat, and when he looked over and caught Hal staring, a cheeky smile came across his bearded face.

“You come here often?” was the only thing Hal could think of saying before he felt a red flush come across his cheeks

The stranger gave a chuckle “Nah, I'm new in this area. The names Pate”

Pate shook the Hals hand, crushing fingers under his grip

“you a regular?”

“I’m Hal, and yeah, I do come here often. This is where I come after my quests”

They were interrupted by a sharp clearing of Helga's throat. “two silvers”

Pate dropped a fat golden coin on the counter.

“Will this do for tonight for me and my bud?”

He had never seen Helga move so quickly as he did then.

“Yes Yes, of course” she said, snatching it and giving a cautionary bite, before another customer called he over

Hal must have looked as shocked as he felt because Pate chucked again when his eyes reached him.

“How do you have that kind of money? That coin is worth what I earn in an entire year!”

“Believe it or not, I’m secretly royalty,” he winked.

Hal's jaw dropped

“I'm just jesting," an affectionate hand patted Hal on the back "came across a Wizard that was traveling on his way over here, said he was transporting an ancient artifact. He hired me, called me his “extra muscle" He took a sip of ale "we were ambushed, turns out I wasn't much help. I don't even remember how I was knocked out, but I do remember waking up in the middle of the road with the mother of all headaches and a chest full of treasure, with and this on top.” He held out a small hollow green tube, rubberlike and the width and length of an ear of corn, an inscription along the side reading in an alien script

“Dunno why they left that chest, and everyone was gone, so I took the valuables as payment and decided to complete the mission I had been hired for. Do you know any places here that have anything to do with orcs? the old wizard was talking about them when we were on the road”

“Whoah, that's crazy, You've probably got more money now than i'll ever see in my life as an adventurer” He studied the table “I might've heard some stuff about them as a kid, they say that they live in these local woods. You know, it's kind of dangerous if you would go out searching here… you know..” he looked into Pate’s dark brown eyes and his cheeks were red again, but not off drink

”...without a guide” he quickly distracted himself with his ale, trying to mask his embarrassment with the thick yeasty drink.

“Say, why don't we go on an adventure together then? Might be that I can't go back home now, since the Magician's colleagues would hang me for a thief if they knew I took the gold. You seem as good a partner in crime as any”. A thick hand lightly caressed Hal’s thigh. The younger man's gaze returned to Pate’s eyes, cheeks like raspberries as he tried to ignore the stirring in his nethers.

"What do you say? Partners?”

“Yes!” Hal said, a little too quickly.

“Good.” he spat on his hand and held it out for a shake, a gesture which Hal reciprocated.

A short few hours of talking made Has feel as if he had known Pate for years, and before they knew it the 'pigs were closing for the night.

They found a soft bed of moss out in the woods that surrounded the tavern to set up camp. A cool night breeze blew pleasantly on the pair as they lay down from their first night as partners.

Pate wrapped his bulky arms around Hals's reclining body, moving in for a spooning. Hal could feel hot breath on his neck, and the warmth of Pate’s larger body radiating into him, but most of all he felt a hardness pressing upon his lower back. He felt his own member begin to twitch as rough hands rubbed across his body, absently stroking and folding the mounds and crevices of his lithe body. His own hand moved up to meet one of Pate’s as it folded his pecs.

“You like this?” he heard Pate murmur

Hal turned around to gaze into his green eyes, illuminated by the starlight

“Do you?”

They plunged their lips together, the taste sweet on each other's mouths. Hal tore Pate’s tunic over his head and tossed it, revealing a sturdy chest, pelted with the same dark wiry hairs that scratched Hal's face. His nipples were two dark diamonds in the starlight, his body smelling of sweat and leather and dirt. Hal’s lips moved down, taking his right nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. Pate gave a soft moan and pressed his right hand into Hal’s fluffy brown curls.

Suddenly, A voice came into Hal's head. Deep and rumbling it told him, commanded him. His hand reached into the satchel that lay beside them, fingers securing around the thick green pipe that Pate had shown him earlier that night, only now it was softer and slightly moist.

Like he had done it a hundred times, Hal tore down Pate’s britches, revealing a long mast that stood proudly in the night. Before he could say anything, Pate was overwhelmed by a sense of otherworldly pleasure as his cock pushed into the soft green material, pulsing madly in the warm cocoon.

Hal’s member was next, sliding in to meet his partner’s cock within the strange object, their pre intermingling as they did. They embraced again for another long kiss. Where the skin of the two men met, It seemed stuck together, seeming as though Hal was sinking into Pate's embrace. From these points, a dark green shade overtook their previous skin tones. Hal's torso sank blissfully into the warmth of Pate’s huge chest, his own body losing form as their insides homogenized. Where their two cocks had once come together, a fat green monster, long and thick as a beer bottle now stood, leaking warm wetness across its engorged mushroom head. Their arms and legs merged, becoming engorged with muscle and fat with the same evergreen hue as their member. From where Hal’s ass and back had been, pushed out an imposing muscle gut, covered with long wiry red hairs that grew into a Forrest as down to his crotch. framing this impressive green orb were two meaty pecs that pushed out of his chest like fat hairy cones. A massive green hand reached down to stroke the tower of flesh between his thighs, sending tidal waves of pleasure that broke the two men’s brains. Their faces merged together, individuality melting away like butter in a pan, features rearranged to create something new and exciting. His nose became bulbous, pushing out from a wild tangle of long red hairs that grew across the new creature's face, forming a wild untamed beard. His eyes darkened to black, lower canine teeth pushing out to form two intimidating tusks. The hair remaining from the heads of Pate and Hal fell away, leaving a shiny scalp dripped with rivulets of perspiration. Memories appeared to the creature that had been Hal and Pate, slow simple messages that even an orc-like him could understand

“I Ugrull”

“Orc king”

“Must make kingdom”

He climaxed, a torrent of potent hot green cum blasting in a torrent across his mountainous torso, leaking down across his back. Deep down, Ugrull knew that all a man had to do was smell his seed to become overcome with lust, to submit to him. They would want nothing else but to take his hot thick Warhammer of a cock down their puny human throats, for their king to make them his orc slaves. “Humans submit, become sons”, he thought as his fingers glided across his slick belly, grinning wildly. He would be the greatest incarnation of the orc king this world had ever seen before.