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kneelingshadowsalome · 1 month

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so, i’m currently taking a west civics class in college, and i am currently researching ancient greek civilizations, most notably, the arts and culture of ancient greece. i know you have written a fic based on its mythological stories, with minotaur könig (bless your beautiful soul).

but through my readings, i couldn’t help but come up with such a dirty daydreams while in class. i couldn’t stop myself from thinking about könig and… the ancient olympics…

i know, realistically speaking, women were not allowed to attend or watch these games for the most part. so, in a universe where könig’s dedication not only falls upon him being a top man, but being the perfect man in honor of being recognized by the god of strength himself, he becomes so enticing in the way he trains and readies himself for such a significant event of his life. he’s never really had much to care for, neither does he need to prioritize anything that isn’t him or his training. he’s a workhorse, nothing stopping him from being the best, most valuable follower of zeus. that is… until…

well, it was your fault, and you admit that, but he wasn’t stopping you either. i mean, who could blame you, this little thing sneaking and peeping at a man who’s at work in order to provide to cute women like yourself. in fact, you argue that this was your way of appreciating a man, to observe them in their element in such a loving gaze. it didn’t help that könig was a man who preferred to train naked too, in all his glory, so of course there was no missing you, you were just too obvious for a man like him to notice you.

and with every grunt he’d give after each swing of a fist or a blade, a mew is what you’d give in return, your own form of a cheer for him to keep going. and you promised you didn’t mean to stare and make distracting noises, but an innocent maiden like yourself was just too hypnotized by this new anatomy that was found between this man’s legs. so outspoken, so dirty for your mouth to spew such beautiful filth to a stranger.

was this könig’s new test of endurance? part of the program to make him stronger for the olympic event that was just around the corner. he has heard man advising others to refrain from sex before the games, but he hadn’t even been given the chance to work on that since no one was bold enough to approach him like you did. he wonders, does fucking before a game really make a man weak, does thinking about shoving his big dumb cock in his soon-to-be wife distract him too much to succeed? perhaps, perhaps not, one thing he does know though, he’s got someone else to honor and worship, which makes his training all the more necessary.

Oh my god….. I’m totes not getting caught up in the fact that women were not allowed to participate in these activities….

This led me to think, what if some misbehaving little creature decided to peep at this Hercules reborn? She gets caught one day, but because she’s absolutely carefree and unhinged, she asks König if he could show her how to train.

CW: Nudity, implied sexism/misogyny (Ancient Greek society thang), teasing König to the point where he gets a boner and growls

Our Olympian hero gets so confused that he forgets he was supposed to report you or throw you out of the gym. Outside, where birds fly free and the sun tortures the trainees, he has picked a spot where he can train in solitude and silence: for some reason, other people’s stares make him uncomfortable… Until this curious, sweet little nymph came around, perched atop a wide rock, munching some wild mountain herb as she watched him train.

He allowed her to watch him train for two days, but on the third, he marched over to her and told her she needs to leave. Women are not allowed here, doesn’t she know that? Where are her parents? Does she have a husband?

No, no husband, and her parents don’t really care what she does. Well, this explains why she’s behaving this way. Running around the hillside so untame, watching men train—can’t she see she’s putting herself in danger? Any one of these men could decide to just take her on the barren land if she’s not careful.

She just giggles and asks, would he like to take her? Then points out that men shouldn’t waste their seed before a big competition. Also, Zeus’s wife would not think well of him if she saw him rut innocent women on the hill... There’s nothing but heaven above them, surely someone would see. The gods could curse him with a weak ankle, or a sprained muscle, a failing heart or a snake bite…

“All right, all right, that’s enough,” he says, but there’s even worse to come.

Next, she asks if he could show her how to lift those smaller rocks, how to throw a javelin or a discus. Could he teach her how to wrestle…?

“Absolutely not,” he scoffs while his groin floods with warmth at the thought of wrestling with this pretty, wonton woman. She’s absolutely disgraceful, and yet, he doubts she’s running from man to man, teasing them to death. She’s not begging to get raped, she’s just… a little gullible, or something. Happened to take interest in him, little thing. As she should, after all, he’s the pride of this city...

“You fear I’ll become better than you?” She asks with little stars in her stare.

“Bah. Don’t be ridiculous...”

They’re both smiling, now. This kind of banter and games he has never experienced with a lady, she’s making him extremely uncomfortable and at the same time, fly high like Icarus. He’ll have to be careful he doesn’t get burned…

When he still refuses to show her how to train, she shrugs and goes over to the wooden javelin that’s taller than her. Picking it up, he expects the gods to smite her down with a sudden hail or thunder, but nothing happens. The sun keeps on shining, and the sheep keep on baaing. She weighs it with two hands, then starts to look for a spot to try and throw it.

“Wait,” he calls after her, but she only looks back at him with a smile. Picks off to run, with the javelin securely in her right hand, she runs like a deer while he lumbers after her, completely perplexed.

Insufferable woman… He’s growing hard from the cock as he runs, somehow aroused by this silly chase. Like Apollo trying to court Daphne, but his Daphne is not meek and unwilling; she’s giggling as he huffs and runs after her like a stumbling giant.

At a distant field of nothing but rock and weather-beaten flowers, she stops. Shields her eyes as she looks for a perfect spot, she’s not even breathless when he finally catches her. She turns around to look at her hero, catching his breath in the sun.

“You’re not fit enough for a marathon,” she comments. “Did you lift too many weights?”

“Give me the javelin,” he pants, dismissing her blunt analysis of his weaknesses. Stepping towards her, he extends his hand, offering her a chance to return it to him without fuss.

“Wrestle it from me,” she smiles, so playfully and brightly that his cock suffers another throb.

Gods damn this woman... She’s toying, playing with him, teasing him to the point where he’s left no choice.

He doesn’t want to hurt her, which means the “wrestling” becomes an awkward battle of snickers and limbs. His cock gets in the way, and to an outsider, this might look like a scene of an oddly gentle, upcoming rape… This little minx is giving him such an ache in his head and his loins that he’s gritting his teeth by the time he gets his hands around the wooden spear. By then, she has her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms above her head as she’s lying on her back with him on top of her.

“I’m not letting go,” she laughs as they both hold the spear, his erection now blissfully trapped between her legs.

“Who sent you,” he grunts, head spinning as he tries to figure out which of the gods is trying to give him trouble this time.

“What do you mean…?”

“You’re here to thwart and tease me. Tell me who sent you, now.”

“You think I’m sent by some angry god?”

Her eyes sparkle even more, if possible. She even giggles under him and under the sun, her laugh like a thousand little bells in his ears.

“That’s so cute…!”

His grunts turn into a hollow, painful growl – even Tartaros is better than this.

“Train me, and I’ll let you have your silly javelin,” she smiles, even licking her lips before they purse together innocently.

But he knows she’s far from innocent. She has to be a curse of some sort, a plight sent here to torment him, because he finds himself sighing, “Alright…”

He gives her one condition: she has to wear clothes; no flaunting herself around him and especially not around the other men if they were to ever see her. They will both get flogged or worse if this mockery comes to daylight… She gives him a soft, adoring smile this time, and says of course, whatever he says.

The next day, she’s waiting for him at the training grounds, javelin in her hands…

Completely, utterly naked.

#könig x reader #könig x you #silliness #torturing könig #we all know how this will end so i don't have to write a full fic for it right ^^

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respectthepetty · 4 months

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I think Mark is like… a vampire or something, does he ever sleep?

He is on every GMMTV SHOW!! I just keep thinking of that clip of him in school president when am he says “ I’m playing the vicar, the father and every other character” (or something like that! I forget!

so……. Would you like to Rate the shows Mark has been in? 👀

Anon, I cannot rate the shows Mark has been in because if Mark is in them, they have to be good, but I will rank them based on how much I loved Mark in them because I think he is beautiful AND talented (which is why this badminton world champion is on my list of GMMTV's best actors).

Ranked - Mark Pakin's Series

Honorable Mention - Cooking Crush - Dynamite

I think Aungpao is doing a great job as Dynamite in Cooking Crush, but I can't help but think what it would have been to see Mark in that role as originally intended. It sucks that Mark is overbooked, which I'm assuming was the reason he couldn't commit to Cooking Crush since he was filming Last Twilight, but it's a good problem to have for such a talented man, so I hope he continues to stay booked and blessing me with his face on my screen each and every year.

#8 - High School Frenemy - Chatjen

This show was barely announced, so it's possible it might not even make it to air, but that's not why it's last. The show is a remake of a Korean series, and word on the street is the original was not gay, like at all, which is wild since the entire pilot trailer for the Thai version seemed very homosexual to me! There was a rooftop and everything! But it also looks like our boy is about to be bullied, and I'm not here for it. Therefore, LAST!

#7 - Bad Buddy - Chang

Mark played in Bad Buddy? Notice that is a question and not a statement because, although I don't remember a lot of Bad Buddy because we have beef, I truly only remember Drake and Jimmy as friends since I wanted them to be a couple (Korn x Wai ghost ship!). I wasn't aware of either Marc or Mark playing Pat and Pran's friends. Mark was there when Pat got shot. Mark was there when they told Pran that Pat got shot. He is in the photo outside of the hospital room because Pat got shot, and I still am like, "Was Mark really in the show?"! I even had to look up what his character's name was on MDL. I still don't believe he was in it. I don't care what Our Skyy said. This is the Mandela Effect.

#6 - I Promised You the Moon - Mek

I do remember Mark in I Promised You the Moon, so this ranking is purely because I'm petty and got beef with this series, specifically Teh, which means Mark has to suffer too. Mark played Mek who was Teh's roommate. After Teh FUCKED UP, Mek was nice to him when he really didn't have to be because Teh was being an ASSHOLE to him, but that's why I loved Mek. He could've thrown hands with Teh in that room, but instead gave Teh some tough love by telling him his crying was annoying, and he needed to get it together. Then, he invited Teh to go eat with him. He still could've smacked Teh though and cemented this as Mark's number one role.

#5 - Last Twilight - Night

The only reason this is ranked this low is because I haven't had enough of him in the show. He is not the lead. He is a supporting character (AS USUAL, GMMTV!), so I can't expect him on my screen every single second, but I need far more of him in the last quarter of this series. Also, the show is setting up Night to be the cause of Day's accident, but it's too late for me to feel bad about any of this. I needed to know that information by episode three. Now we are over halfway done, Mork and Day are fulfilling the gay agenda, Phojai is about to get a rich husband, and Night is going to inherit a beautiful family, so let bygones be bygones, and GIVE MARK A LEADING ROLE ALREADY!

#4 - Only Friends - Nick

If I was really petty, this wouldn't have even been on the list because Nick should have been so much worse. He recorded Boston and Top having sex. He told Mew about Boston's non-consensual sex tape. He lied to Boston. And yet . . . I wanted him to do more! Nick could have blackmailed Top. Nick could've ruined Mew's life. Nick could've hurt Ray via Sand! Nick could've been a baddie, but instead he was a saddie. Mark finally got to kiss a homie, but at what cost? I feel Mark could've done so much more in this role. Honestly, all the actors could have, but they were held back, so here Nick sits in the middle. Not good. Not bad. Just average.

#3 - My School President - Thiu

This 'fit alone deserves our recognition because Mark was playing a high schooler yet looking too fine in this top. He needed to put that hotness away around those children. But in regards to his character, as you mentioned in the ask, he was EVERYTHING! He was trying to keep the student council solid since Tinn was too busy crushing on Gun. He was playing matchmaker. He was dating Por all season, and this is not up for debate. He was a director for the band's music video and was basically their manager. Homie was doing it all and still had time to look fine. What a guy!

#2 - Moonlight Chicken - Saleng

I wrote an ode to Saleng being my Thai primo. He lived for the chisme and was the biggest shit starter in the family, yet Li Meng called him first after the accident, and he was right there when their community mother passed away. Aof, who is behind Moonlight Chicken and Last Twilight, really let all the characters shine in this series, but Mark did amazing with the little amount of screen time he had, which gives me hope that his Last Twilight character will rise in the rankings as that series comes to a close. This role was so good that I was torn between this and the one I ultimately selected as number one, but honestly, both roles could be number one depending on my mood. Do I want family-oriented fun times Saleng or do I want . . .

#1 - The Warp Effect - Jedi

The entire cast of The Warp Effect was elite status. Every character was great. Every storyline was good. Every discussion about sex was outstanding. But Mark as Jedi lives rent free in my head, specifically the scene where after working out, he fucks his girlfriend from behind over the kitchen counter! Then, he experiences pain because he has a STI! This leads to an entire education about open relationships, sexual health, communication, and trans healthcare since his girlfriend is trans. Jojo was the screenwriter and director for both Only Friends and The Warp Effect, so I like that both of Mark's sexier roles are due to Jojo's vision, and I hope Mark gets to work again with either Aof or Jojo because Mark is at his best when he is allowed to play an adult man who knows what he wants and how to get it.

And believe me, he could get it.

#Mark Pakin #this man is beauty and grace #and he could slap me in my face #ranking his characters #because why not?

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blackopals-world · 1 year

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I am officially throwing away my identity as a wholesome writer after much deliberation. Anyways here is your smut.

-Taking Care-

Vil x fem!Yuu

After suffering from a broken heart Vil does his part to comfort Yuu. With his body.

Notes: Overstimulation, cunnalingus, cockwarming, praise kink, slight jealousy, aftercare, a lot of fluff and cuddling, consent is sexy. Not proofread will later,

"V-Vil! Please!" Yuu shuttered as Vil rubbed his thumb against her stiff clit. " It's too much."

She had already orgasmed twice and still Vil wouldn't put it in. Still her hips helplessly rutted against him as he played with her sensitive bud.

Vil gazed at her fondly as he hovered above her, admiring her sweat slicked body splayed out on the sheets.

"You're doing so well. You can cum again all you like. You look so beautiful like this, I can't help but to tease you." Vil hummed as he pumped his fingers inside Yuu's soaked cunt. "Now, cum."

As if Vil commanded it alone Yuu's orgasm hit her like sparks. Her back arched as she whimpered pathetically mewing Vil's name. Yuu could feel her lower belly begin to ache with emptiness from Vil milking her every orgasm.

"You're such a good girl." Vil praised her as he stroked her hair. Yuu nuzzled his hand, searching for his comfort and warmth. "Remember, he could never make you feel this way. You aren't losing anything leaving him."

Yuu's red eyes watered as the painful reminder of the past few days returned.

Catching your partner in the act of cheating was a common story. So common that Yuu wondered if love was even real when so many people lie about their feelings. Maybe, love wasn't real. Maybe everyone is faking it like Santa or the tooth fairy. Maybe, she was just the only fool to believe in it.

Yeah, he cheated. And yeah, she yelled at him. They broke up, and Yuu went home to eat ice cream and cry.

She called off work for a few days to get over it. Relationship statuses were changed and photos had to be deleted.

What would she tell Vil? Her ex worked in the same company as him. Vil, even introduced them at an event.

Yuu didn't need to tell him. He knew and he wasn't happy.

Vil hated that guy. He wasn't good enough for Yuu and his every failure was taken extensive note of.

When Vil found out about that scumbag cheating he told his agent to let the executives know that either he goes or the bastard. It wasn't a hard choice. Vil would have him blacklisted from every label.

But, Yuu came first.

Vil had rushed to her side to console his dear friend. I was partly his fault for letting her meet such a rat, so of course he has to make it better.

Long hours of talking, hugging, and crying between the two turned into something more.

Vils warm lips felt like a reprieve from the cold empty space in Yuu's heart. That hole, even if it might be temporary was filled with longing for another.

That heat only ignited as she felt his warm lips turned to his hot tongue swipe her collar.

Yuu held back a satisfied sigh as Vil worked his way down her neck leaving marks aa he went. As shaky hand pushed him back as she looked him on the eye.

"Vil, you know what I just went through." Yuu wanted to sound betrayed, but she was pleading to him "I don't want to be used."

Vil paused, a hurt expression crossed his face before settling to understanding. He took his hand in her's as he tried to comfort her.

"I would never do that to you. You mean more then that to me. I just want you to forget about that ugly loser. You deserve to know what it's like to be with someone who cares about your needs." Vil pulled Yuu by the hips forward to the edge of the sofa "To remind you how it feels to be treated like a woman."

He gave her time to deny him as he removed her shorts and paused for his permission to continue. Yuu nodded without looking him in eyes as her face flushed. Vil paid no mind, she was cute when she was shy.

"Aw, you're wearing the violet lace I got you." Vil was referring to the panties he got her when shopping together. Something her ex hated doing with her. "I was right it looks good on you. Almost like you put them on just for me."

As Vil whispered in her ear he grinded his thumb against Yuu's covered clit.

Yuu tried to close her legs only to be held back aa pressed harder causing her to jump slightly.

"Yuu, look at the mess you're making. You're going to dirty your clothes." Vil teased feeling the wet patch that was forming from Yuu's arousal.

Ridding Yuu of her undergarments, Vil placed himself between her legs.

Yuu embarrassed, covered her sex.

"Vil wait, you don't have to do this. We can just have sex." She squeaked.

"Don't tell me you've never done this before?" Vil asked astonished as Yuu meekly shook her head. "He didn't know how to treat you with respect. Of course, he wouldn't know how to treat your body either."

Vil took the time to calm Yuu down. Giving her reassuring kisses and rubbing her thighs. He gave much needed attention to her chest being gentle and not groping roughly like she was used to.

When she was ready, Vil sank to his knees to get to his favorite part. He licked a long stripe up her pussy. Yuu squirmed not used to the feeling as Vil hooked an arm around her thigh and placed it on his shoulder.

"Tonight you're going to play the role of my pillow princess. You don't need to do a thing, just take what I give you." Vil didn't give her time to respond as he spead Yuu open and dug in.

Yuu had never seen this side of Vil in their years of friendship. A part of her expected this from Rook, but Vil seemed like the type to make someone else do all the work. She was used to that from her previous partner. Vil however, seemed to thrive on her cries as he paid her clit special attention.

Yuu couldn't stop her legs from shaking as he sucked on her clit. Vil paid no mind as he played with hit more and listened to Yuu moan and gasp.

The first time he came that night on Vil's tongue was the first she ever felt something like that. No one ever cared about her pleasure like this. They only wanted to be inside her and take.

Vil however, didn't stop giving as he ignored her orgasm as he continued lapping as her folds.

Yuu felt a static haze coming over her as she cried out and tried to pull Vil away from her aching sex only to receive a nip to her thigh. Vil was enjoying his every moment drinking up her sobbing pussy as Yuu called his name over and over to stay grounded.

After another orgasm left her whimpering and crying, Vil picked up his partner. He made sure she was wrapped securely around his waist as he took her to bed.

"Let go somewhere more comfortable, my darling."

He took his time undressing them both fully as he gave her a short break.

After he finished giving her a third orgasm he wanted to let her sleep and end their relations for the night.

"Vil, y-you still haven't." Yuu tried to say that he hadn't cum once.

"Don't worry about me, I want to make you feel good." Vil was a man with needs but he could take care of himself.

"Please Vil, inside. I want you inside." Yuu begged as she reached down to tug as his throbbing manhood.

Vil knew she couldn't take much more and didn't want to risk hurting her even if she was begging for it. His logic barly won as he pulled her chest to chest and slowly sunk unto her weeping hole.

Yuu jolted as he aching sex stung at the penatration, her body was tired. She waited for Vil to begin moving so they could finish.

But Vil didn't move, nor did he intend to. He was satisfied feeling her around him weakly pulling him in.

Yuu didn't understand at first, fully expecting to be roughly taken, but instead she was pulling into Vil's arms. He gently stroked her curves as he whispered praise in her ear.

"Relax, my darling. We don't have to do anything. You've done amazing already, my love." Vil kissed her gently.

Something had to give as Yuu, overwhelmed cried in his embrace. No one had ever made her feel this loved, no one but Vil.

Vil stroked her hair and kissed her as she held onto him. She eventually returned the affection as they were entangled in one another.

They made love one last time for the night and slept easy as Vil never left her velvety warmth.

Morning came and went as the couple slept soundly. Even when they roused they didn't want to get out of bed. Just feeling the others warmth and soft skin against their own. Soft kisses and nuzzling against each others necks.

They were in their own little world.

Until the front door opened. It had completely slipped her mind her ex had a key and if he came upstairs he'd see them. Actually if he went into the living room he'd see her underwear that was haphazardly tossed aside during the night.

Vil sighed irritably as he got out of bed and fished around for his pants.

"Vil don't, you shouldn't have to deal with him on my behave." Yuu pleaded as she grabbed his hand.

Vil took in the sight of her. Her hair ruffled, skin flushed and marked, and bare as the day born. She looked as she should, like she was his with the marks to prove it. This wasn't a sight he could share, not even to gloat.

"Don't worry my darling. I'm just going to tell him to leave." Vil said leaned down to kiss her cheek.

It resulted in a confrontation. The ex didn't enjoy knowing that his ex-girlfriend wasn't crying over him and was already moving on. Words like whore and cheating bitch were thrown around and Yuu managed to get dressed fast enough to stop Vil from doing something he wouldn't regret.

After kicking out the interloper, they could finally settle down again. Vil feverishly kissed Yuu trying to reassure himself that what happened last night wasn't just a fling and that she wasn't going back to that bastard.

Yuu responded in kind as she wrapped her arms around him.

The timing might not of been ideal but she was more then willing to see where this relationship will go.

#vil shoenheit x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #twst mc #vil schoenheit #vil smut #twst vil #twisted wonderland vil #twisted wonderland smut #twst smut #maid!Yuu

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waitmyturtles · 7 months

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THE MORNING AFTER: ONLY FRIENDS, EPISODE 8 ("TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR AND CRY") EDITION

Oh my gosh, I am shaking my head and just laughing. I have no idea where to start writing this, but it's gonna be damn fun to pick this episode apart.

Because of the clues that Jojo Tichakorn (below) and Ninew Pinya dropped before and during the episode's airing yesterday, my mind was totally on Freddie and Queen. I captured the tweet below and couldn't help but think of lyrics.

And the episode was titled "Save Me"!

Before I go on, I have a little personal note. During my watch of MAME's TharnType, I talked a bit about the bigotry against the queer community that I grew up with in my Indian family. During my childhood, Freddie Mercury was -- everything. He was everything to me. A part-Indian man who blasted past any obstacles that could have held him back to become a superstar, while leveraging unbelievable talent. My dad often wanted to snap my Queen CDs in half to keep Freddie out of our house. Up until I went to college, when a new world of music awaited me, Queen was MY BAND. I'll never forget watching his memorial concert on television in 1992, watching Axl Rose destroy "We Will Rock You," and subsequently watching Axl host a Queen documentary on MTV that got repeated for years and years. This shit was formative to my childhood, and I'm gonna guess, to Jojo's and Ninew's childhoods as well. We be old bags in here.

I'll get back to Freddie in a few minutes. but besides all of the Queen themes (quick note: the dude that Sand was about to make out with was wearing the same costume that Ninew caught in his IG stories, as Freddie sang "Love of My Life"), oh my fucking god, did this episode ever touch upon ephemerality, highs and lows, change, and a resistance to change that people have unto others.

Top and Cheum -- especially Top -- were clutching their pearrrrrllllsss at Mew's changes.

Top and Cheum notice that Mew's trying on a new suit. And Mew admits it! He says to Ray in the bookstore -- after the most BRILLIANT call-out to a BL trope if I ever saw one, the CRACKING of the romantic memories montage, which, omg, are we EVER seeing in Dangerous Romance, like three times a bleeping episode, LMAO -- "I'm bored with myself."

I love -- I hate it, but I love that this episode calls it out -- I love that Top and Cheum are calling this behavior out as if it were a bad thing.

Is it?

.... is it not okay for university students to take a bump of coke if they're curious about it? Barack Obama did it -- and Obama admitted it, AND wrote about it, AND became president, twice. Judge him, I dare ya.

On another side, Nick susses out Boston, and wants to check in with him. Boston wants Nick to go bye-bye. Nick tries a guilt pull. And Boston ain't having it.

Fuck. (Side note, Boston was my man this episode.)

I'm shaking my head in wonder for Mew and Boston to be addressing Top, Cheum, and Nick in this way. We've established (here and here, cc @ranchthoughts and others) that the kind of toxicity that this OF group of friends exhibits is just -- common, and pedestrian, and awful to think about existing, but in part, it's so awful for us to be thinking about it, because actually, it's ever-present in our lives, and so many of us survive dealing with other people on a daily basis by using means by which to ignore or avoid that toxicity, like our addictions to our phones, or addictions to other vices, like sex and drugs -- which takes us right back to Only Friends.

The dynamic I saw happening in this episode was like vultures (the friends) circling their prey (their friends), but instead of the friends eating their friends -- what some of the friends are doing is trying to correct the behavior of their other friends. Top and Cheum want Mew to... go back to being the old Mew, maybe. Nick wants Boston to know -- morally, I think you're a bad person. And Boston says, I paraphrase, "see. if. I. fucking. care." and literally creates the NeoTitle ship before our eyes, lmao, all while walking silently and ignoringly away from Nick.

Top, to Mew, says, "Are you sure?" Are you sure you want to be like this now, Mew? Cheum shares with Top her concern about Mew's changes, and literally teams up with Top to bring Top back to Mew to, what, straighten Mew out?

Last time I checked, Mew's a big boy. Mew's made his decisions to be with Ray, to drink with Ray, to snort coke with Ray. Are those behaviors questionable? Sure. Are they normal behaviors for a university student who is bored with himself, and wants to try something new? 100%.

I have written before, in my review of Theory of Love, that while behavioral change can oftentimes be massively difficult, there's another side to change that needs to be considered. When one person changes -- there are many others within that person's sphere that do not want that specific person TO change. If one individual changes, within a worldview of a group -- that changes a group dynamic. People like Top and Cheum are unsettled that Mew and Ray are dating, and that Mew's getting wasted and high. Are they rightfully concerned for Mew's health? For sure. But what about Mew's agency and happiness? Are the friends understanding that this is actually Mew's choice to do these things, regardless of how the friends judge his specific actions?

The fact that Top and Cheum are questioning Mew's agency, to me, is a ROOT, a FOUNDATION of the awful toxicity of this friend group, BESIDES the general drunkenness of the group, and Ray's particularly contradictory and dangerous behavior. THERE IS NO TRUST IN THIS GROUP.

Top and Cheum do not TRUST Mew -- an adult young man!!!! -- to make his own decisions. Cheum doesn't trust Boston with her little bro (oh, woops on that, big sis). Almost no one trusts Ray, although I'm not sure about Mew on that. Boston doesn't trust Nick. The list goes on.

Without trust, without a foundation of love and respect, without an acknowledgement that individuals within a group have agency to live their lives independently -- what you get in a group dynamic is UTTER mush, just a bucket of vomit like what we're seeing here in Only Friends. I am OBSESSED that Jojo and team are picking this apart SURGICALLY, and asking US to question OUR, the viewers', judgement of all of this. These friends are contradictory as fuck. Boston was SO right to ask Nick: "who are you to judge?" Nick acted as filthily as Boston in violating Boston's privacy and rights -- TWICE, bros, TWICE.

And Top.... @lurkingshan said it the best yesterday when she made sure the girlies knew that what Top was doing TO (NOT FOR, TO) Mew at the end of the episode was not consensual. Welp. Tie up Mew's agency with a bow and throw it out into the fucking dumpster, Top.

I haven't touched as much on the Sand/Ray dynamic in this post, but of characters that are acting at least consistently to their... what, their moral judgements or ethical structures, at least Sand, Ray, and Boston remain consistent in my eyes. Anyone who was surprised at Ray's behavior in this episode -- it was bad and icky, and the episode laid it on thick, but I found his behavior to be expectedly toxic.

This was a two-steps-forward-and-one-step-back episode for Sand, as I see it, as he stepped in to try to keep Ray from going to jail (and how interesting was it that it was Top who ended up sealing that deal). One other note about Sand: the show HAS to be making fun of First's inability to sing, right? That guitar practice in 2/4, oof. And to have Sand dress up as Freddie, one of the most magnificent singers in rock -- ironic. We know that Sand doesn't aspire to be a singer; he just wants to go to festivals, and... that's the right decision, my dude.

Anyway. To bring this back to Freddie and Queen. Talk about shapeshifting. In his 20s in the 1970s, Freddie Mercury started out with long hair and flowing, robe-y costumes. As the 1980s progressed, he took on an identity of a mustachioed, slightly muscular man -- very, very closeted, but clearly gay to anyone who caught the signal.

The dude that Sand was about to make out with at the party? He made a reference to Mary Austin, Freddie's longtime companion and best friend. They were lovers for a short period, before Freddie came out to her. And they remained friends all of the rest of his life. While Freddie died with a longtime lover by his side in Jim Hutton, Mary was always present and devoted to Freddie. Mary's presence often caused consternation with Freddie's lovers, especially after his death, what with inheritance controversies. But no one ever questioned Mary's loyalty, and her commitment to keeping Freddie's identity secret and safe.

Freddie and Mary's friendship was in part a protective arrangement for his life in the closet. He only revealed he had AIDS the day before he died. But Freddie claimed the friendship, claimed agency to it, and wanted it in his life. The friendship was steady, and never wavering.

Quite the opposite of the devotions, or lack thereof, in this group. These young folks are demonstrating NORMAL resistance to watching each other change. But while that resistance is normal... it doesn't make it all the less toxic. I'm afraid that as of right now, I read that all of these friends want to sell each other out for the sake of their own selfish desires, and for the benefit of their own worldviews alone.

HAPPY SUNDAY, Ephemerality Squad, if we can be happy after this demonstration of toxicity, ha! @slayerkitty @ranchthoughts @chickenstrangers @lurkingshan @twig-tea @distant-screaming @clara-maybe-ontheroad @neuroticbookworm @elizabethsebestianhedgehog @thatgirl4815

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Current Fandoms and Stuff I like! (will update often)

(Most favorite ones are Sailor Moon and Ojamajo Doremi, but the rest are a fight for second place! >:3)

Ed Edd N Eddy

South Park

Leo (2023) most recent fandom go watch it pls

Regular show

Catscratch

Sailor Moon

Ojamajo Doremi

Precure

The Amazing World of Gumball

MHA

Cute High Earth Defense Club

Bluey

Marvel stuff (hehe)

Dragon Ball

Demon Slayer

Spooky Month

One Piece

Naruto

PPGZ and PPG

Canimals

Jewelpet

Pripara

Cardcaptor Sakura

Tokyo Mew Mew

Housebroken

Princess Tutu

All of Aphmau’s series! :>

Percy Jackson

Warrior Cats

Aristocats

Oliver and Company

Proud Family

Peanuts

Adventure Time

Lucky Star

Talking Tom and Friends

FHFIF

The Owl House

Gravity Falls

Whatever Happened to Robot Jones

Steven Universe

101 Dalmatians the Series

1O1 Dalmatian Street

Animal Jam (Play Wild and OG)

Roblox

Genshin Impact

Canimals

The Amazing Digital Circus

Bitlife

Sims 4

Dungeons & Dragons

The Simpsons

12. oz Mouse

(still fairly new to some of these, so yeahhhh)

Now time to explain the rules in this blog and some stuff about me!

-fav animal is seals bc they so silly, also one my most fav youtubers, leamon puppy has her main as a seal, think that’s where I first started loving seals so much but idk XDDD

-I absolutely love vintage vids, just something so interesting about them to me! I love animes from the 90s-2010s most, but my most FAVORITE anime genre is magical girls!

-My first magical series was probably Glitter Force (SMILE PRECURE DUB YALL), but then Sailor Moon caught my eye and it is one mmy favs to this day! I finished Tokyo Mew Mew first though!

-Fav character is Pop Harukaze! She doesn’t get much of a role in Ojamajo Doremi as a Ojamajo, but something about her personality or something.. I am just living for it!

-Some other favs.. and yes I have a long list bc my autistic brain can’t choose favorites when they are so unique.. are Tsubomi/Cure Blossom, Aoi/Cure Gelato, Aiko (Ojamajo Doremi), Onpu (Ojamajo Doremi), Chibi Chibi/Sailor Chibi Chibi, Saki/Cure Bloom, Minako/Sailor Venus, Erika/Cure Marine, Nagisa/Cure Black, Bu-Ling/Mew Pudding, Yayoi/Cure Peace, Love/Cure Peach, Hana-chan (Ojamajo Doremi), Pollun/Porun (Precure), Jewlulu (Pripara), Tweek (you know what), Oz (Canimals), Muffin (Bluey), Zane (Mystreet/Aphmau), Garroth (Mystreet/Aphmau), Kim (Mystreet/Aphmau), Ian (Mystreet/Aphmau) and Noi (MID/Aphmau)!

-Fav color is lavender and pastel yellow

-Im scatterbrained at times, but can try remembering anything you say! Im clumsy and shy! <3

-“Do you have games on your phone” YES BUT LEAVE THEM IF ITS MY PHONE OR IPAD XDDD, especially my dear Animal Jam >:3

-I don’t really prefer to talk on email or text.. just tell me something on here or a social media platform like Youtube or Deviantart! I still use Gold the Ostrich as the user!

-Fav thing to say is “HOR HOR HOR HOR HOR” all i freaking know about fnaf is the movie with unnecessary add on lore 💀

-I don’t mind cussing, it’s just not a full on “lifestyle” for me

Now some rules! <3

-Everyone is allowed on my blog, it is mostly a tickle/random blog, but it’s quite decent so far!

-If you dislike this blog, please don’t say unnecessary stuff in your blogs, posts in any other media, etc if so. Just try ignoring this blog if possible.

-I can do commissions, especially of the following fandoms, but pls don’t get too upset if I don’t know a certain fandom, sometimes I forget to add a fandom to here.

-Might update this later, but this is good for now! Also this might stay as my only blog due to having no other ideas for blogs at the moment

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singularity-and-co · 2 months

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(blueespeon) Toshi @ Arceus

So you are the arceus of this world? Man, navigating here is extremely weird, I did not think it would be hard to know where something is.

That being said, when your son transported my mew scout back home, he damaged her aura and almost made her forget her entire existence. While it did not result in a catastrophic way and she only forgot the events of the day, it is still extremely dangerous and I fear it could have resulted in her death.

Nahi is a mew, but she is not THE legendary mew who worked alongside Anigi the arceus. Nahi is part of a clan of mews that are mortal and can die, which is why I got angry at him because he could have gone softer on her.

I understand having to do things for the greater good, but I have to ask, does your son have trouble controlling his powers? I will try to prevent Nahi from meddling with anything important just in case it has even the slightest potential that it can hinder your plans, but I must insist that if an extraction were to be done for whatever reason, IF possible, it has to be done in a way that does not hurt Nahi's being even if it can be recovered from.

*Finally, someone who did not criticise in a way which would make him angry. Arceus supposed that not every Pokémon who entered his realm was as awful as the others.*

Arceus: The side effects that come with his unstable abilities are not something he has full control over. That’s just the nature of them. It is the same with my other two children as well. It comes with the territory of being a god of those aspects of existence. Their abilities tend to affect mortals in a much more detrimental way but it cannot be helped. Be thankful that things went as smooth as they did for your Mew. It will only be during certain instances that Pokémon like her will be removed from the universe though I appreciate the actions you wish to take to prevent any meddling. I already have an Ancestral Guardian which does more than enough of that already.

Arceus: I am rather curious about you, however. You seem to know a lot of gods and their abilities. Not many mortals in the realm I govern are aware of our existence. Why are you so knowledgeable?

#pokemon #pokemon ask blog #pokeask #pokemon oc #ask blog #pokemon art #pokemon askblog #arceus #pokeask community

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Only Friends Music Ep1 (2/2)

Part one covers the first half of ep1, Or you can find links on pinned comment. It is going to be a series of posts taking a closer look at the music of only friends. Reminder, Playing with the music is like body language, it moves with the conversation. Verbal says something either through lyrics or something like a song title.

warning, this is long, but a lot of it is lyrics/music player

Ep1[3/4]

Song: Keep on talking Lionel Quick Scene: Ray wakes up in Sand's apartment in the Poor Boy shirt Type: Playful and verbal

Song starts when Ray asks if they did it, and is also an example of Playing with the music. It’s not obvious, but it is cut so that we get different parts of the song highlighting certain beats in the scene. For example, in the show, 1:22-1:27 is the first 5 seconds of the song. Then it cuts to 0:28 in the song to get the keyboard for “So you got me drunk?” And the riff where Ray touches Sand’s face, saying “You’re pretty hot” is the same riff at 0:47 in the song.

Here are the lyrics, which are not in the show,

I know, yeah I just met you But you look, oh girl you blow my mind I know, what I would like to do but, We just keep on talking I see your dog needs walking, Aha your folk drive you insane I know yeah that's true Of course you ain't the one to blame Keep on talking to me You keep on telling me your dreams You keep on talking to me But I just wanna see you move Yeah I just wanna see you move I just wanna see you move Yeah I just wanna see you move (Wanna see you move) Sure I like to listen, it's not like I don't wanna know, It's just that you've been talking, to me three nights in a row, I think it's time to let go, forget the past just lose control, 'Cause life's too short for yapping, come on and dance, come give me some You keep on talking to me, you keep on talking to me You keep on talking to me, you keep on talking You keep on talking to me You keep on telling me your dreams You keep on talking to me, you keep on talking But I just wanna see you move (I just wanna see you)

And so we continue the talking trend, which will continue to be a theme, for episodes to come. Communication, listening, wanting to hear. This time, this seems to be from Ray’s point of view, seeing Sand for the first time. As opposed to Sand’s song “I am next to you” while Ray was drunk. Sand’s song wanted to help, to protect, to be seen. This song is more Ray wanting to be with Sand. “'Cause life's too short for yapping, come on and dance, come give me some”

Themes: talking/communication, lust

Song: Lonely Party Arc De Soleil Scene: Top and Mew at the bookstore Type: verbal/background music

Mew was talking about his ability to know who is honest with him, his ability to sense people. And Lonely Party starts after Top asks “What about me?”

There are no lyrics in the show but here we go:

It’s true I just can’t deny It’s time for me to straight things out You gotta help me find a soul One that I can call my own And my eyes, they are looking down When you leave me in the fire In the fire And even though everyone’s invited I can’t deny, it’s a lonely party Yah even though everyone’s invited I can’t deny, it’s a lonely party It’s true that my time has come It’s time to see what’s past and gone You gotta help me find a cause One that I can call my own And my eyes, they are looking down When you leave me in the fire In the fire And even though everyone’s invited I can’t deny, it’s a lonely party Yah even though everyone’s invited I can’t deny, it’s a lonely party

Top is asking if he can be more, or if he’s just someone passing by like the other relationships in Mews life. Just like Go Quiet while they were cuddling. Top’s asking for a relationship, he might actually believe he can do it with Mew. If he’s lonely, even though he’s with people all the time, Mew might be different, someone who can find him a cause.

This is a song I want to come back to later with more information.

Themes- Fire (hell?) loneliness, longing.

Song: Just keep talking, same as before with Ray and Sand Scene: Ray calls Mew while Mew is in the bookstore

It starts with Ray asking if he knows who Mew is with, and if it’s Top. Are they using it the same way as Ray and Sand here? Not much to say, just wanted to point out they used the same song.

Song: Lurking Tiger, same as when Nick and Boston met before. Scene: Boston goes to pick up his phone Type: Verbal

When the song starts with Boston looking at his phone for the picture of the receipt, lyrics start after Nick says “If there’s a problem again, drop it here anytime.” The song sets up Nick as the Hunter, with the picture and the offer as his bait.

I want to know if Nick really needed to take Boston's phone home to fix it, or did he see the picture and take the phone home. Nick put his picture on the phone, and had planned on making Boston look at it before leaving. Since when did he plan this out?

Nick wants Boston, for all the later things that happen, Nick isn’t just an innocent bystander. Not saying Boston is great either, just Nick is choosing to go after Boston here. This might have been one of the first times Nick has gotten that kind of attention, and he wants more.

4/4

Song: Bewitched by Zorro

Scene: Montage of the week with the friends and Top

Type: Verbal

Bewitched's lyrics are spliced and edited together in the show

I feel harmony Whenever you talk I see (This line is the spliced one) One day I’m gonna be loved by you One day I’m gonna be loved by you Someday it’s gonna make sense to you Yeah one day, Sunday, Wednesday I put a spell on you Lose your head Go anywhere In my bed We’ll disappear Know what you like Know what you need So lose your head Follow me Do you like the sound When you’re hypnotized Open up your eyes Watch me hypnotize Do you see the signs While you’re hypnotized I control your mind hypnotized Cause I’m just about to start

I feel harmony, Top and Mew feel like they’re on the same wavelength, and if we go with the spliced together line, “Whenever you talk, I see, One day I'm going to be loved by you..” They’re not in love now, but they can see it. And if they continue they’ll keep hypnotizing the other into loving them.

Not being able to hear, see or think because you’re so wrapped up into the other person. The theme of love causing blind spots is back. Which, when he says he can read people, how good is that when he’s hypnotized? Or Top, how well can he think if he’s also falling? Then the last line feels ominous. “Cause I’m just about to start….”

First part of the song so you can see the difference.

I feel harmony Whenever you talk to me What you see I see Start to look real promising Can’t change the fact that I and you are synchronized Let me take the lead Just a little bit mm.. you’ll see Yeah One day I’m gonna be loved by you One day I’m gonna be loved by you Someday it’s gonna make sense to you Yeah one day, Sunday, Wednesday I put a spell on you

Themes- blinded and controlled by love/lust,

Song: Hate Me by Blood Red Sun Scene: Top and Boston in the bathroom at the bar Type: Verbal

Warning: I couldn’t find this song’s lyrics and I am struggling with some of them. I’m going to put [brackets] around words/phrases I don't know/am not sure about.

With that said, I think it’s worth trying since I dismissed this song at first as just telling the listener to just “Hate Me”. It seems to be about people who are throwing shade or hating someone because they dress in a certain way or sleep around

Song starts as we see Top in the bathroom, Lyrics start almost right away, and come in right before Boston’s “So…”

Hate Me Are you on your way Hate me Are you on your way I ain't got that people pleasing gene Yeah, I want [thick skin] A crocodile with too much style So hate me, Are you calling yet? It’s ok When I [stand in] as your pet You don’t like that I do what I want

This is where the lyrics stop in the show.

At any time, I’m only mine I shine It’s ok, It’s ok People stare at what I wear Get upset when I get laid They must trust pink [bunnies] That’s some insincere excuses [bite/fight] me I’ll run the tracks ‘til I’m red Talk about me [You when you want it and die? Wine and dine?] [Complicated some won’t vibe] Oh she’s [kinda small] and sagging tits I heard she fucked a guy Throw shade It’s ok Oh my life is for me Gotta live for me I can’t sit here and pretend I did that way before I can’t ignore

Top has to know how everyone sees him, pretty much all everyone talks about to him or about him is how he’s hot, rich, and good in bed. Living only for him and what he wants and needs is fine, until you bring in another person into the mix, if you actually want to date them.

Song: Spying Game by Ingrid Witt

Scene: Still in the bathroom, Boston and Top at the sink

Type: Verbal

First few base notes start as Hate me fades as we get a shot of their hands in the sink, Boston rubbing Top’s hand. Red lighting that wasn’t there before or it would have reflected off of their backs. Boston says, “You and I are the same kind, don’t get his hopes up. If you want to do him, do it and get it over with. I sympathize with my friend.” There is a beat and as Top replies, the lyrics come in. “You’re concerned about your friend, or you’re just jealous?” Their conversation continues until Top rolls his eyes and leaves, and the lyrics get louder “You just wanna dream of sin, sickness floating in our veins, Players in a spying game” Our Game theme is back. The music ends with Top tapping on the microphone on stage, about to ask Mew out.

We're both lost, out of date Bitter stargazers Pretty much similar Homeless heartbreakers I don't wanna hear your thoughts You don't wanna feel my skin Bitter stargazers You just wanna dream of sin Sickness floating in our veins Players in a spying game

This is where the song cuts off in the show.

So fancy when I'm in the spotlight I'm still enjoying my privacy A craving that is knocking you out Just trading visions for money Bigger hunger when I'm not holding you tight I am feeding your lies and you love it 'Cause the distance feeds your libido, right? I am feeding your lies and you, and you love it Yeah, it's sick and difficult But we're not ashamed Pretty damn mutual We're not sentimental No, no sentiments, no (Chorus repeats)

They're both toxic, bad for each other and at least Boston wants Top so bad. If the lyrics do apply to both, even if Top wants to be in a relationship with Mew, will he have the ability be sentimental? To stop being toxic?

Things are easy when everything feels good and there is no pressure,

It's one thing to promise And it's another to deliver

-Always Always from the Quiz night.

Song: This Is The End Of The World bye Coma Svensson Scene: Top just asked Mew out in front of everyone at the bar Type: Verbal

The name of the song, and Mew looking directly at the camera for a split second before they cut finally concreted the feeling that these songs were here helping to tell the story.

Lyrics are not in the show:

I hear the asteroids flying by So this could be our last goodbye No time to worry anymore It may not be alright for sure This is the end of the world This is the end of the world We watch the satellites explode It must be bad news overload Then we salute eternity And pay our final bill This is the end of the world This is the end of the world You should do what is right And stay out of the fight For as long as you can This is just the beginning ‘Cause nothing ever really ends This is the end of the world This is the end of the world

Final bit of prophecy from JoJo and crew, This is just the beginning, fight the good fight for as long as you can. Things can feel like the end of the world, but the world keeps spinning.

Some themes to watch for in the future:

Communication, being seen and heard

Fire, destruction, things falling apart

Lust, touch, feeling

Playing games

Begging to be loved

Heaven and Hell

I want to thank @rocketturtle4 and @shouldiusemyname for their help editing and figuring out lyrics

#only friends the series #ofts plant thoughts #ofts #Only friends music #Plant's OF Music #SoundCloud

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Oh my lord!! Ep11 curse is really true ‘cause sandray happy boyfriend era didnt last a whole episode.

Its time to rewatch the eclipse and forget about ep11 part 4 forever

You know the fact that we somsoms doent even have an FK show without crying is a crime.

What do you mean i have to watch eclipse as my comfort show when i am bawling my eyes every single episode when i rewatch

I really need a romcom for them its not a want its a need🥲🙏

Heh…ah, I’m guessing a lot of people are upset with the appearance of Boeing in this episode. But you know what, I think his appearance is important for the next evolution of SandRay relationship (although I do wish Boeing’s arc was introduce a bit earlier, cause we only have the final episode left to wrap it up😮‍💨)

Yes, I absolutely love the domestic and fluffy SandRay happy boyfriend era (Ray calling Sand his BF every chance he gets was a highlight for me, cause you can tell that boy was just giddy to finally have Sand as his!)

But, I think Sand’s mom sum up his son character nicely - Sand is super caring and by default, a caretaker. And so, I don’t think it is out of character for Sand to be friends with his exes - so far, the only one he really can’t stand is Top and Ton (even then he maintained his civility when he meets them in the public settings unlike Ray who barely covers his dislikes and now just avoids both of them, it seems).

What Sand may have an issue with is perhaps putting a boundary with his ex once their relationship has ended. I think we can all tell he looks uncomfortable when Boeing visited him at the bar, but he was civil enough and although I wished he was firmer with Boeing, Sand did say all he can offer was friendship to Boeing, declining to go to the Artic Monkey concert with him plus politely turning down Boeing suggestive remarks about the latter going back to his flat (I’m not sure whether the way he speaks to Boeing speaks more about the dynamic they have when they were together - this is where I’m a bit sussed that we only have more episode to tie everything together!!! 😫 not enough time! I suspect we may get some flashback about how Sand/Boeing were as a couple, which will give us insight about why Sand is treating Boeing like this currently - almost afraid?).

I also get the impression Sand just doesn’t want Boeing to be in the same room with Ray cause Sand himself may be feeling insecure?. He doesn’t want history to repeat himself aka Ray leaving him for Boeing - I’m sure we can all agree this will never happen but I’m betting Sand self-esteem took a major hit when Boeing left him for Top (rich etc etc), and in all honestly, Ray is essentially the same calibre as Top (now more so with him being sober!). Also, recall Boeing is somehow similar like Mew (smart etc etc) and Mew was Ray’s first love/long-term crush.

On the flip side, Ray as we know is possessive of Sand - while this may be good now in their honeymoon phase, in a long run it can be a problem for their relationship. So Boeing is introduce as the catalyst for SandRay to work out their issues together - I’ll argue it’s important for them to hopefully then have a smooth long-term relationship but again, with one episode left…I think the resolution will feel rush.

However, I will agree with you anon - there is not one show of them together that has not left me bawling my eyes out (even when they acted separately!!! I mean Yok crushed my soul in Not Me with his tears, similar with The Shipper when they killed his character 😭, and don’t even get me started with Khao’s character in 55:15 Never Too Late)

So, a BIG YES from me 🙌 to them having a romcom - here’s to hoping GMMTV Part 2 will be announced at some stage with FK having a fluffy series together (I’m hoping we will get flirty, confident First going after nerdy, shy Khaotung for a change in pace 🤣)

(Also, I’m with you on The Eclipse rewatch 😆, I’ll join you!!!!!…)

#asked and answered #only friends the series #the eclipse the series #khaotung thanawat #first kanaphan #mond tanutchai #sandray #I’m sure they will still be endgame otherwise the whole fandom will riot

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Balmoral & Buckingham Palace Limited Tickets

Hi Skippy & Friends-Pilgrim here with a few international travel tips for those from Montedeceito, Ca about booking reservations and tours for families. It seems KCIII has invited the entire world to visit his family’s favorite retreat AND the world is interested, so tickets are going fast. The Castle Internal Guided Tour is already sold out so the W. LA tourists will be clueless about any historic facts. The Afternoon Tea Tour is also booked and is only an adult experience…so no invisible kids running around there, even if they are make believe ex-royals.

Oh dear-the Balmoral Expeditions are also sold out. But the Mews Gift shop is open so the ILBW can go rip off ideas for her latest HomeGoods business flop opening with no merchandise available for those stupid enough to give her their credit info. It is important to note that Castle tickets are non-refundable unless there are major government restrictions no matter how loud you shout!

As for accommodations, booking one of the quaint cottages to stay in, they are almost totally blocked out through December 2024. Good luck trying to hook up with other family members who want to avoid you like the plague anyway.

Also, since your egotistic heyday when you demanded to have your own office and living quarters inside Buckingham Palace back when you were acting like a bigshot intimidating staff, friends & family, you can now take a tour to see what they never allowed you to experience. Guided tours are set to open this summer making this a nice add on to the Balmoral excursion. I am sure your old room in Soho House will be dusted and available when and if you are in town.

PLEASE don’t make the mistake many tourists do by thinking the 5 Star luxury Balmoral Hotel in Edinburgh is the actual castle. Remember, your favorite royal monitor runs this town now. Just saying…you may want to detour this city entirely.

You know what Mr & Mrs Carparkle? You should just stay in your own dark hole, keeping your heads low of flying debris. Forget fake PR events propping up your nonexistent credentials. No amount of paid for, word salad, fake articles, filled with shoulda-coulda-woulda phony baloney announcements will work either. You are yesterday’s leftovers on burnt toast and we all know it. Ciao for now…

Love it!😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

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Only Friends Pilot Trailer Vs The Show

Plus some other Only Friends Musing.

Given all the new post and takes on Only afriends on my dash thanks to @waitmyturtles and @bengiyo posts I have decided to post this.

WARNING: This will get negative in place. I am trying to get to a place where I can enjoy the good things about this show and live with the bad ones. And the only way to do that is for me to let go of the show we could have had. And this post is my attempt to do that.

Edit to add: Of course Pilot trailers always get changed I understand that. But I am more interested in this case to try to understand what got changed and why. Also trailer is what sold me on the show, more then the actual trailer did. I was sold on this show based on the feelings from the pilot trailer and the ideas it seem to be exploring.

Before we start:

I have always enjoyed both forcebook and firstkaho, I have enjoyed forcebook shows because of the two them even when the plot wasn't as good. This is not meant as a takedown on either pair

Like many others I wanted this show to break the brainded pairs. To finally crack the ceiling, let these boys act together multiple times, but also let them kiss other boys, let them act with other people. The show didn't do that.

But it did do something. It did put a crack on the ceiling. Let us not forget that despite the fact that everyone in the cast was willing, Not Me still didn't give us Gun with someone who wasn't Off. The fact that this show has so many different types of kisses between different actors is a step foward. And when we do get the show that breaks throught that glass it will be because Only Friends cracked it first. And for that this show will always be important.

Last point. I go a bit into Only Friends turning into a bl. Obviously I am not saying that BLs are a bad thing. This blog is basically all BLs at this point. What I am saying is that this show was sold to us as a messy queer ensamble show and that is not what we got.

Before we get into the pilot thoughts I will tell you my own personal biases because I want to be transparent about this:

It is my personal belief that the pilot trailer was written and conceptualzied with the old story, the one the team wrote before they got the brainded pairs. All the changes made to the story from the pilot seem to have aided the happy ending of the two brainded pairs.

WHETER OR NOT IT WAS INTENTIONAL the show ended up saying some pretty moralistic stuff. It is now my believe that it can partially be explained by the two storylines (the pre-brainded pairs one - the one I think the pilot trailer was hinting at and the post brainded pair story we actually have) mixing together, as in some of the conclusions (boston) might have made more sense in the original story and got kept anyway. THIS MIGHT BE WRONG!! I am just trying to rationalize what has happen for my own sake

The video is no longer on YouTube, apparently it has been made private. If I upload it the subs won't show up so I am going to link to the where I found the backup

If I find a way to hardcode the subs into the video I will edit and post the video on here myself. Now onto the list of differences.

There are no obvious lesbian characters in the group in the pilot trailer. That would explain why they felt so tacked on. Because they are. As in they obviously weren't part of the original concept.

The gang is all in the same faculty, and seems to be all already friends with each other. Side note this pilot trailer sold me on their friendship (especially Mew and Boston's friendship) much faster and better then the show ever did.

ONE OF THE BIGGEST DIFFERENCES: The pilot seemed to hint at Top and Boston having an actual secret relationship. That is enthustic, goes on for a long time and it is actively cheating.

Pilot trailer Top seems to be the player only in it to get Mew V card that everyone read actual Top to be. When the Top we got was a lonely poorly executed traumatized character that quicky became a simp for Mew. Granted I believe they were going for, initially he was there just for that but then he fell in love with him even in the pilot trailer. But still.

Camboy Nick >> I am reminded of Den saying what I can't say in Only Friends I will say in Playboyy

The fact that Mew is a virgin seems to be a suprise and something that Mew is not totally opposed to changing (at least that is the vibe I am getting)

Boston actually sets up Top and Mew, probably for a One Night Stand and not dating, but they end up dating anyway. Not just introducing him to the group and Top does the rest.

Sand and Ray have a conversation at the bar that they still have in the show. THE: If you want us to stay friends then no sex one.

Boston is a much bigger asshole to Nick in the pilot trailer then he actually was in the entaire show.

Ray's crush on Mew was not as obvious and seemingly much more of a secret. Mew seemed to be figuring out while he is already dating Top.

Again Top and Boston seem to have an actual friends with benefit relationship, whether it was while Top and Mew were dating or prior I can't tell.

Ray and Boston confrontation about Top is different. And seems to be impling a less rich background for Boston. IDK.

I think Title's character might have been Sand's friend in this version.

Sand is angrier more cynical and much more jaded. Ray might have been even more of an asshole in this version. Title's character is saying to Sand's "Don't let him do this to you" while Sand has bruises. Right before the Bat shot

Nick tells Boston, without you everyone would have stayed friends. It makes the thing the group was going to fall apart much more then it did. And again Nick and Sand seem to have been part of the group already.

Yo calls Mew's friend shitty. Implying a much bigger role as the group's mentor.

The confrontation between Boston and Mew echoes the pool scene but I actually like this better. It is much more clear and more obvious that Mew is actually in the right here. This version of Boston matched Mew and Top together and probably continued having sex with him.

The Dancing on the roof scene. >> I still love that

Ray gets arrested. The addicon story was proably already there, although it doesn't feel as strong. Ray didn't look as always drunk in those scenes then he did in the show.

We see at least one scene of Mew and Boston taking care of Ray.

Ray-Mew-Boston seem to be close to Yo (again giving the Yo was a bigger character and a mentor vibe).

There is a girl in the trailer, that is probably Cheum, or a version of her anyway. In only a second, and not with the rest of the boys.

Nick was the one that recored he and Boston fucking. > This they gave to Gap (Drake's character)

Top's insomnia and sleeping pills are also in the trailer.

A version of the Mew-Ray bath scene is in the trailer, although Ray is much angrier and less cathatonic.

Mew as glasses for the all thing >>> personal gripe.

Putting that list together what I was left feeling (again maybe this wrong, I don't know for sure this is just my impression) is that Sand and Ray were ment to have a much more "realistic" romantic relationship with an addict. This Sand doens't strike me as the kind of character that wasn't going to fight back all I am do but at least my owner loves me. See baseball bat. That Mew "revenge era" might actually be more dangerous (instead of throwing Boston in a pool, he straight up starts to beat the crap out of him) and Most importantly Boston is so much more of an asshole in this version.

Yes Boston still get recorded seemingly without his cosent (Not sure). But he is actually a much more clear asshole, he sleeps with Nick and then says I'll call you while getting dressed (much less clear then Show Boston, even if Boston was leading Nick on a bit). Boston sets up Top and Mew and gives the vibe they were still sleeping together when he did that. And probably for a while after.

The friendship group was a trio and as mentioned, sold me much faster on their friendship. The fact that Sand and Nick were in the same group as well, and Nick cares about the friendship breaking tells me that it was going to matter much more then it did in the show. It gives the vibes there were going to permenant consequences.

The biggest thing that I got from trailer is a sort of confirmation of what I already suspected.

The actual show started to have the SandRay story and Ray rehabilitation storyline took center stage. Wheter or not this is because a lot of Top and Mew and TopMew senes got cut, I don't know. But they have the most amount of screen time, the most completed arc and the most clear happy ending.

While the Pilot trailer actually focused a lot on Boston-Mew-Top and Ray's crush on Mew.

Another thing the pilot trailer did is basically made me believe we were doomed from the the start. The last scenes are all shots that had already been in the trailer of SandRay being happy, TopMew being cutsey and BostonNick breaking up. It doesn't strike me as an accident that SandRay end the trailer in one the their happiest scenes in that entaire thing. Even when the Pilot trailer implies that Ray actively physically hurt Sand (again bruises, baseball bat, don't let him do this to you) it just has the vibe that Ray was meant to be a much more toxic character. And they ended the pilot trailer basically reassuring firstkhao shippers with their cutest scene.

I don't know if this accomplished something. Or even what I am ultimatly trying to say baside this: I want the show the pilot trailer promised me, I want to see what the show could have been with no brainded pairs.

#txt #only friends #only friends the series #ofts

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The mall is only a short walk away, thankfully. The perks of living in the city, you suppose. What isn’t a perk, however, is the sheer amount of people around you. You put your paw to your head, rubbing your ears and finding them flattened to the sides. You had hoped that a morning trip to the mall would mean a smaller crowd, but you were clearly mistaken. It’s not the weekend, is it…?

“Hey, Spectre?” You venture.

“Mwrrp~?” her voice rings in your head like an app notification. It stuns you for a moment – you’re not getting used to that any time soon, you figure. “Hiiiii.~ What’s up?~”

“What--… Um, What, day is it?” You keep your voice low, hoping you don’t look too crazy as you talk to thin air. She hums, tapping her claws against an imaginary table, then shrugs.

“I dunnyo, Caturday~?”

You give her a look—and for good measure, you imagine yourself giving her a look. She responds with her usual coyness, giving you a grin that spreads to your own face. A grin you quickly wipe away, grumbling.

“I’m sowwy, Purri, I don’t knyow what mew nyexpected! I’m a ghost.~ Prrr, it could be Meownday or Furriday, it makes nyo diffurence to me.~

…Of course, mew could nyalways look up.~”

You huff, and you do just that. And, towering above you, billowing in the wind, is a banner. Attached to the mall’s front façade, it reads:

!!!Weekend Specials, Starting Today!!!

Saturday, 2/24

“…Ah,” you utter, shoulders sinking. “Well, that’s—whoa!”

You stumble as a pair of cushions hit your back, pushing you forward. You look back to see Spectre’s dumb, grinning face as she shoves you towards the entrance.

“What’re you doing?” You hiss. Spectre snickers.

“It’s time to get a mewve on, darling! Myour furriend is still waiting fur mew, no?” She tilts her head. “Or, prrrhaps mew’ve furgotten?”

You cross your arms as you pick up the pace, grumbling as you step closer and closer to the mall’s vast, glass entrance.

“I didn’t forget,” you retort. You were just… taking a second, you reason to yourself, as you slip by a mallgoer with a quiet “’Scuse me.” Spectre hums, as though she’s hardly listening to you.

"Meow come mew’re so nyadverse to crowds anyway, sweetie?”

“It’s because… Well—Look at me, dude!” You look back at her, tilting your head. You curl your tail, letting it rest in your paws. “I’m… pretty… different, wouldn’t you say?” It’s Spectre’s turn to tilt her head, giving you the confidence to continue.

“I mean—This is great, really. I… I love the way I look, but…” You pause for a few seconds. “I’m… not exactly normal, am I? It makes me feel kind of…”

“Self-conscious?” She cuts in. You nod.

“Oh, hun, you don’t have to worry about nyall that. They purrobably just think you’re a furry or something!” She tosses her paw, rolling her eyes. You cough, mind definitely not drifting to your Tumblr account. Or your likes. Or your saved pictures. Or your Patreon subscriptions. Or--

“I am a furry.”

“Even better!” She purrs, giving you another shove. The sun’s light gives way to an artificial yellow as you enter the mall proper. You groan, partly due to her response. You rub your ears as the drone of the crowd begins to drill into your head.

“Wait—” You raise a brow, turning around to get a proper look at your ghostly companion. She floats before you, laying down in the air. A pair of thick legs – when did she sprout those? – are folded behind her. Her tail floats aimlessly behind her as she idly purrs. “How come nobody can see you?”

“Oh, that’s easy, cutie. I’m inviiisible.~” She wiggles her digits at you, ‘oooh’ing with a lilting voice.

“Wait, you can do that?” You put your paws to your hips. “How—How come you didn’t tell me? You didn’t even have to possess me~ahhahh~!”

Before you can even finish, she pushes against you, her body compacting as it near-effortlessly slips back inside of you. You find yourself on your rump in the middle of the mall’s atrium, shuddering and purring as you feel her energy spread inside you once more. You flush as you press your thighs together – your body having its own reaction from the experience.

“Nyaaa, I just wanted to be closer to mew…~” You hear her purr. Her silky voice is as close as it can be, filling your head like wispy vapor. “Can mew blame me fur that? Mew’re so comfy, Purriwinkle…~ Pwrrr, I really like you a lot.”

You grit your teeth, rubbing your shoulder as you meekly stand up. Your face feels hot, and you sincerely hope nobody is staring.

“Alright. Alright, Spectre. But… You know I’ve got my eye on you, right? I want my day to be normal.” As normal as can be, anyway.

“More like, you have myour mind on me.~ Mew technically can’t use myour eyes to see me when I’m in here, mew knyow.~”

“Oh my god, shut up…”

“Why do mew have myour mind on me so much, Purrrri~? If I didn’t knyow any better, nya, I’d think mew liked me.~”

“Shut uuup...”

“I’m in myour head rent furree, Purrrrri.~”

“Shut up!” You yell, a little louder than you wanted to. That got a couple of people to stare. The flame inside you immediately dies down, and you hurriedly walk towards one of the escalators. You hear Spectre giggle in your head, before reclining across your thoughts with a sigh. It feels… warm.

“Nyaaa, it’s a shame I can’t do anything more…~ I’d really love to test these claws…” she muses, splaying her fingers. Your fingers splay out in response…

“But.~” She continues, “A purromise is a purromise, nya? Where nyare mew meeting myour furriend, anyway~?”

“At the clothing store…” You muse, looking up at the signs. There are so many shops, and the hallway seems to stretch into the distance. Thankfully, you find the shop that you’ve been searching for. A bell rings as you enter, and you can’t help but curl your toes as your paws transition from a hard, stone floor to soft carpet.

“Oh! Good morning!” You hear a voice, directing your attention to the counter. You could just about see someone stocking some shelves behind the cash register, their back turned to you. “Welcome to The Clothier’s Corner—…”

The clerk falters as she lays eyes on you. Your fur bristles from the attention.

“Um—Hi,” you nearly whisper your greeting, giving a meek wave. “I was… wondering if you’ve met my friend, Roy?”

Wait.

“I mean— Not. If you’ve met him I mean, if you’ve, um, seen him. If he’s been here. Do you know if he’s been here?” The clerk continues to stare. You swear you could see her eyes dart up and down. Studying you. Staring. You could feel yourself getting warmer.

“H-He’s, a little shorter than me,” you soldier on, putting a paw up near your neck, “This tall, I think? He, uh, wanted to buy me some clothes, and--…”

And oh my god, she is still staring.

A few “um”s, and “uh”s later, you turn. And? You simply walk out. You don’t dare to look back, lest you see that clerk’s blue eyes staring you down.

You shudder.

And why wasn’t Roy there? You did a lot of looking around, while you were fidgeting over yourself, and you didn’t see any sign of him.

You also caught the clerk’s name tag. Aubrey, it seemed.

But why was Roy not there? You agreed to meet him there. Now you don’t just look like a freak. Even worse, you made a fool of yourself. A foolish little kitty, you are. All alone, uncomfortable in her own skin, with nobody but your weird ghost friend to keep you company.

But then, a thought bubbles into your head.

‘Maybe I’m just anxious’, you figure as you uncurl your tail from your leg. You aren’t a freak. You know that. You’re just different. Plenty of people like the way you look. You like the way you look, even if you probably should’ve worn some clothes. What made you decide to go completely naked anyway? You run your paw over your chest, as an odd thought forms. It’s not like anyone could see your nipples, you suppose… At the same time, you don’t exactly have the proportions to pull off the ‘cartoon animal’ look. You’re still, by all metrics, a naked person, right? It’s a little weird, maybe even embarrassing, even if a part of you thinks you were owning the look.

You stifle a groan, running your digits through your hair as you aimlessly wander in the vague direction of the escalators. A positive body image is great and all, but what’re you going to do now? You sort of planned your day around Roy being here. You wonder if you should just go home, but you’d may as well do something since you’re already here, no? Besides, what if Roy shows up later?

A sweet aroma then meets your nose. On cue, your tummy starts to groan. You follow the scent to a far corner of the atrium, stopping as you happen across a cute little cinnabon stand. You move to the end of the line and wait, tapping your foot impatiently. As it slowly advances, your anxiety begins to melt away. You’re too hungry to worry about… well, everything right now. Why are you so hungry, anyway? You’d eaten breakfast hardly two hours ago. And yet…

By the time you get to the counter, you’re fixated on the menu, too enthralled by the choices to notice the staff’s curious gazes. Did you want only one cinnamon bun? Or maybe you could go for two? Maybe three?

“I want…” You trail off, before collecting yourself, wiping the drool from your lips. “Four cinnyamon rolls, two large chocolate milkshakes, one large strawberry milkshake, and an iced coffee.” You place your order. Past a certain point, your words simply flow out with a confident purr. The cashier looks at his co-worker, then back at you.

“Ma’am, are you sure?”

…Are you sure?

“Um—” You freeze, feeling yourself shrink. “Yeah, I think I’m… Well—Actually, scratch that. I’ll just… I’ll just take a cinnamon roll and a large—sorry, small. A small shake, please.” By the time you finish backtracking, you’re curling your tail into knots again. You’ve nearly lost your appetite.

“Chocolate?” he asks. Gritting your teeth, you nod.

The cashier nods and, in a process that takes agonizingly long, retrieves your order. He looks as though he is about to ring up the total, but one look into your eyes causes him to stop. Something about his expression changes, but you can’t put your paw on what it is.

“For you,” he says, voice level, “It’s on the house.”

You snap at the opportunity to pull yourself from this situation, so you take your food and quickly leave.

What was that?

‘Why did I make such a big order?’, you wonder. ‘I’m not that hungry.’

Not to mention, why did he let you have your food for free? If you didn’t forget your wallet at home, you would’ve insisted that you should pay.

Though, it’s not like you’d have anywhere to store your wallet. You again chastise yourself for going naked, real good idea there.

You suppose you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, though, as you take a bite of your cinnamon roll. Sweet sugar graces your tongue as you bite down, followed by the rich, freshly-baked flavor of the bread roll itself. You close your eyes with a purr… By the time you finish, you find yourself wondering how much food you could’ve gotten for free? It’s not that you’re hungry or anything, but… As you sip your milkshake, you note that it is rather small. Smaller than you’d like, and you finish it quickly. A girl like you needs something more filling, no?

Thankfully, your next stop isn’t far away. The mall is full of places to eat, you find, and you soon happen across the food court. It’s a sprawling, circular room in the center of the mall. Various restaurants line the perimeter. All fast food, judging from the smell and their bright, vibrant signage.

Your favorite.

You let your sensitive nose take the lead, following the scent of grilled meat to the nearest restaurant. Thankfully, there isn’t a line this time. You’re greeted with another stare as you saunter up to the counter, but you don’t care.

Let them look, you think, tossing your hair with a paw. You lean against the counter, letting your breasts gently push against the corner. You don’t even have to look up at the menu to know what you want.

“One double cheeseburger with extra cheese, extra pickles, onions, aaaand… a small… No, large soda,” you say, as your tail slinks behind you. You feel like you’re forgetting something…

Oh! “And a large side of fries, prrrrlease.” You didn’t mean to purr it out that way, but it just feels good. Did you need any more of a reason? You watch as the cashier rings up your order, and tells you your total. You feel a tinge of worry as you remember your money situation, but then… An idea comes to your head, accompanied by a calming feeling. You lick your lips.

“Pwrrrr, I’m sorry, I don’t think I can pay for that right nyow…” You muse, resting an elbow on the counter, resting your head in your waiting paw, “Purrhaps there’s a’nya’ther way?” You tilt your head with a quiet purr, staring the clerk dead in the eye. She blinks, but she never looks away. It’s subtle, you hardly even notice it at first, but her eyes lose focus.

“Of… course,” the clerk replies, slowly at first, almost robotically, “There’s, anyather way. It’s… on the house? Just for you?”

You gasp! That worked? “Really?” You ask, even if a part of you knew this would happen. …Why was that? “For… for free?”

Your disbelief doesn’t last long, and you find yourself donning a thin, fanged grin. “Why thank mew, hun.~ Mew have nyo idea how much this means to me.~ Pwrrwrrrr…~~” The clerk blushes as your voice trills, and you watch as she turns and goes to prepare your order. She really is cute. That blonde hair almost has you jealous.

Wait.

You shake your head, trying to get a hold of yourself. Since when do you call people hun? Just earlier, you were scared to death of being Perceived. Judged. Merely looked at. Why are you so comfortable now? What’s gotten into you? You wonder what could be giving you such a boost in confidence…

…Ha. Nice try. You know exactly what.

“Spectre?” you whisper, “Spectre, what’re you doing?”

No response.

“I told you not to try anything.”

Still nothing.

“Because, y’know, I’ll catch you. Like now. …Spectre?”

You do your best to ‘feel’ your way through your own mind, but you’re not exactly an expert on introspection. You can’t even tell if your poltergeist of a passenger is still present. In fact, you realize that you haven’t heard from her in a while.

‘Purrhaps she’s gone?’, you wonder, ‘But… where did she go?’ You hope she’d return, as much of a pain as she could be, but you can’t think of any way to call her…

You pout, but your vexations begin to melt as you catch another whiff of that hot, beefy scent. As your thoughts begin to bristle with more carnivorous instincts, your clerk returns with a tray. Resting upon it is the freshest, juiciest hamburger you’ve ever seen. Your claws tap the counter as you hold your instincts at bay. You mutter a ‘thank you’ as you take the tray, and you find a table to sit down at. You don’t waste time. Clutching the sandwich in your hands, you marvel as it gives way under your gentle squeeze. Juice oozes out, staining your fur. Your tail curls as your pupils dilate. Your stomach growls hungrily, as if to ask…

What are you waiting for?

You tear into it, and oh my god. It tastes amazing. Your tongue sinks into a deluge of meaty flavor, causing your body to shudder with purrs. It has just the right amount of mustard, and the purrfect amount of ketchup, to offset the patty’s flavor. The buns are freshly toasted, with just a tiny bit of crunch. Your ears flick as you crunch into a healthy amount of lettuce, with juicy tomato slices to back it up. The melted cheese thickens everything up, and the onions give it all a much-needed kick. They even cooked the patty medium rare. Your favorite.

“Oh my god,” you mumble, cheeks ballooned with food. Once you start, you really don’t want to stop. You make tiny little meowls as you ‘nyam nyam nyam’ your way through the best burger you’ve ever had. You lick your hands once you finish, reveling in what you just experienced, but you realize something.

You still have your soda.

You’re not going to let it go to waste, are you?

After all, you need something to wash down all that food.

You do just that. Your cup is big enough to grab with both hands, and you try to get your racing thoughts in order as you slowly sip your drink. Your soda is… so refreshing, though… And you find yourself sucking harder and harder. This straw simply isn’t big enough, is it? No. You decide to pull the top off completely, leaning back as you pour a whole liter of cola into your mouth. Your elbows hit the table, and you let out an elated sigh.

…And you burp, too.

With the amount of bubbly, carbonated soda you drank? It was bound to happen, and it’s a hearty one. You feel a burble, and you feel it coming, and you cover your mouth, but a deep, embarrassing “bbhrrrp—” still gets through, causing you to flush. You sigh again, licking your lips, tasting just a bit of leftover cola syrup. That. Felt good. You hadn’t been that hungry in… A while, you’re sure. You don’t want to say you’ve never felt that hungry before, but you certainly can’t remember the last time. You feel like you’ve gotten your first glass of water in years, though. You are satiated.

…Until your tummy starts to growl again.

You put your hand to it, noting how round it feels. You must be full. But… there’s an emptiness at the same time. You don’t just want more food. You… need it. You’re starving!

“What’s happening to me…?” You groan, leaning back in your chair. This has to be Spectre’s doing, right?

“Speeeectre.”

Nothing.

“Speeeeeeee~ectre.”

Nothing at all, except for the foley of the crowd and your tummy’s now-incessant roiling.

“Spectre, come out! I know this is you.”

Nada. You grit your teeth, giving your needy belly a squeeze. It… prrr, does feel good to do that, at least. But, you won’t let Spectre win that easily. You know she’s giving you the silent treatment, trying to make you think she’s not influencing you. You just know it.

And you’re not about to let her win.

You stand up, feeling just a bit of extra weight come up with you. You haven’t gained weight. You know that. You’re just full. You almost don’t want to leave, but you know you have to. You think about what you want to do while you continue to wait for your friend. You could shop for clothes, though you’re not sure what would fit you. You could see if there’s a bookstore. Maybe you can find something interesting to read. You could grab a bite to eat, since you’re sure that your friend won’t show up for a while—No. You’re not hungry.

Ignoring your body’s pleas, you continue to ponder. You could browse the electronics store? You suppose that you could use some new earphones. You snicker.

‘As if they’d have anything that’d fit me,’ you think, maybe a little bitterly, ‘Maybe… earbuds? But I want something better. I deserve better.’

Back to your options… There’s also the food court—No.

No matter how hard you wrestle your thoughts, they insist on returning to one specific place. It doesn’t help that you’re currently inhabiting it.

“Spectre…” You muse, shaking your head. You’re trying, trying to put your thoughts back in order, but… You’re starting to drool. “Quit it. I’m… N,Not, hungry,” you say, wiping your lips. Your tummy begs to differ, growling and rumbling like an approaching storm. You try to think about something, anything aside from the tasty, irresistible smell of food.

You’re not hungry. You’re not hungry. You’re not hungry. You’re pretty hungry.

You’re so, very hungry.

A wave of relief washes over you, causing your pace to slow to a lazy, gradual halt. Your tail swishes idly against the floor as you feel your entire body relax. You bend forward a little, tummy rrrumbling with newfound fervor. Did it get… bigger? No… Surely not. You’re just full from before.

But… You do feel more… free? That word works, you think. It’s hard to really say, as your mind feels… slightly emptier than before. You feel good though. A certain feeling of satisfaction washes over you, as if acknowledging your hunger was all you needed to do. But, you know that that isn’t true. Being hungry is one thing. Doing something about it is another. Another rumble from down below, and your thoughts return with a newfound focus. Thankfully, you recall a pizza restaurant that caught your eye. Pattering up to the counter, you order yourself two—no, five slices. That should be fine. Five slices of pizza isn’t much. You’re just a little peckish, after all. You opt to wait until you’ve sat down before you eat, but you find it all devoured before you even get to the table.

But that’s okay. That’s fine, you figure. You’ll just order a whole pizza this time. That’ll sate you. You try to savor it this time, and god does it taste good. Pepperoni has no business being this flavorful, not from mall pizza, but it’s hard to deny the facts. The cheese oozes with oil, reminding you of its utter greasy cheapness, but that only makes it taste better. The crust is soft and rich with doughy goodness.

You mmmoan into your food, eyes rolling back as your tongue lights up with this addictively savory flavor. Something must be wrong, you figure. After all, weren’t you…

You shudder, and you burp that thought right out of your head before it has a chance to form. You go right back to eating, like the hungry, hungry cat you are, finishing your pizza in short order.

Speaking of ordering, you soon order another.

And another.

And another, until you finally feel truly full.

“Ffhhanktths,,~” You coo with a mouth still packed with food, standing up. A comforting weight follows you, much more than before, and it takes you a moment to find your balance on these wider, softer legs. You’re just very full. You certainly feel full, mostly, and you run your hands over your tummy. You purrrr heavily, reveling in the amount of ‘give’ that you feel. A soft blorp meets your ears as you squeeze to fit on the escalator. A short walk later, and after a quick stop at a conveniently placed sandwich shop, you find yourself back at the clothing store you’d visited so long ago. The bell rings as you open the door. You try to turn to fit through, but you feel yourself catch on the doorframe. Your feet’s claws dig into the floor as you put more and more effort into it. Finally, you slip inside with a pop!, and you could really feel yourself wobble just a bit from the force of it.

“Hi!” You hear a familiar voice, causing your tall, fluffy ears to angle towards the back of the store. You watch as an equally familiar girl emerges from beyond the racks of clothes, focused on carrying a couple of folded sweaters. Her gaze slowly drifts up from her cargo as she gives her well-practiced greeting. “Welcome to~OH my god.”

She nearly drops her clothes as she looks up, up, up at you. She looks stupefied. Your muzzle twists into a most predatory grin.

“Rememb~purr me?~” Your deep voice is as smooth as butter. You could see her blush from here.

“I—N-No? Wait, unless you’re that cat from earlier?” She stumbles over herself, even moreso as you stomp your way towards her. A couple of stands topple in your wake, swept aside by your bushy tail and sashaying hips.

“What’s wrong, mrrrr~?” You tease, licking your lips, “Don’t mew recognize me?”

Aubrey seems to freeze in place, looking down at the part of you closest to her. Your massive, perky tits. You could hardly see past them, down at poor little Aubrey. You curl a claw beneath her chin, coaxing her to look up at your face.

“Here, hun. I’ll save us both some trouble and prrrrrefrain from asking about any… clothing suggestions.” You glance at the store’s wares, scoffing quietly. “I doubt mew have what I need anyway.” You offer a warm smile, and a purring little laugh.

“So,” you continue, “Nya~I’ll just ask this. Where do mew keep myour collars?~ Surely mew carry them here. Unless I need to go to the pet store.~ Mmm… And… Nyaa, where are the changing rooms?~”

“They’re—They’re…” she looks away, “The, um. The collars will be over there,” she points to your right. She speaks breathlessly, voice low, nearly a whisper. “And the changing rooms are… in the back.”

“Thank mew, sweetie~” You beam. She nods, muttering something of a ‘your welcome’, but she doesn’t dare to back away. Good thing too, because you grab her. Your paws easily overpower her, though it’s not like she resists, and you pull her very close.

“Mew know… I seem to remember the way mew looked at me before.” You stare into her soft eyes. “You had myour eye on me furrom the start, didn’t mew?~” She looks stunned, and she doesn’t reply.

“Don’t lie to me nyow…~” You coo, and… She nods.

“You looked… really cute,” she croaks.

“I knew it!~” You grin. “And what about nyow?”

“Even cuter…” She’s purractically inaudible, but it’s all mew need to hear.

“Good.” You say, and you pull her up into a kiss. You feel a spark, and you purr into your target. By the time you separate, she’s bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Literally. Twin orange triangles flick atop her head, and she stims with her new paws, too stunned for much else. You stand, leaving your stupefied, kittified nyacquaintance behind so you can browse the collars.

You do find a cute one actually, if a bit simple. Black, with a silver bell. You whisk it into the changing room with you, finding yourself in front of a mirror.

You look good.

You find yourself enthralled in your own reflection. You… vaguely, remember how you looked before. You were small and you were thin, save for your middle perhaps.

But now?

You lean towards the mirror, which doesn’t take much, given the sheer lack of space in the room. You give a wide, sharp-toothed grin, one that only widens as you tug the corner of your mouth. You gaze at your collection of sharp, white teeth – including a pair of especially long fangs at the fore. You didn’t think you could pull off the sabretooth look, but.~ Licking over them, you happily stand corrected.

Your yellow eyes pore over the rest of your form. You look at your dewlap, at the way it rests atop your shoulders, and the way it flows down to fill your otherwise cavernous cleavage. You put a paw to that puffy, thick ring of fur, and you notice just how much bigger your paws have become. They were… hands before, weren’t they? Maybe? At least, they might’ve resembled thick hands with paw pads. It’s hard to say, the memory doesn’t come to you easily. But now, they’re a set of unmistakably fuzzy boppers, flowing seamlessly into your massive, thickly-furred forearms. It’s a pattern that’s reflected in your lower legs, giving you the appearance of fluffy arm- and leg warmers. A dark pattern of spots and stripes dances across your form, making you resemble something of a purple tigress, crossed with a pantheress. Judging from your mane, there’s a bit of lion in there too.~ If you were asked what kind of animal you are, you’d probably put yourself down as Cat and call it a day.

You lean back, landing your massive rear against the creaking bench as you collect one of your tits in your paw. You purr softly, but deep enough for the mirror in front of you to vibrate, as you run your thumb across your dark purple areola, breath hitching as you knead it. It was begging to be teased, as an electric sensation dances across its broad, bumpy surface.

You growl. You know that your other tit shouldn’t be left out, but you also know that you’re in here for a reason. Your body can… can wait. For now.

Lifting your free paw, you study the collar hooked in your sparkling claw. You fumble with it, grumbling as your paws prove a little too clumsy to handle such a small object. You manage to get a hold on it, however, and you lift it up to your neck. Maneuvering it around your neck proves to be tricky however, and your hefty dewlap does not help matters. You tug on it, hoping it would just. Get. Bigger. But it doesn’t give.

Until it does. Somehow, you find yourself pulling it longer and longer, until it easily fits around your neck. With a snap, it clasps together.

And you look complete.

…Well. Not exactly.

You lean forward again, bench creaking its protests under your immense weight, and you hum. Something seems… off about you. You look different. You’re not meant to look like this, are you?

As you approach a sense of clarity, a wispy paw appears from the corner of your vision, holding a black stick of lip gloss. Your gaze follows it as it carefully approaches you. It deftly runs the gloss along your mouth, careful to maneuver around your sabre teeth, painting your lips a deep, shining black.

Much better. It looks very good on you.

You’re not sure when, but you seem to have gained a healthy amount of eyeshadow too. It surrounds the tops of your eyes, doing well to accentuate your thick lashes. They compliment your pouty, plump lips as well, you think.~ The more you stare at yourself, the less you want to look away. Your frizzy jungle of hair perfectly frames your face. Your only free paw busies itself massaging your hulking, burbling middle. Your earlier binging has left you so full, but you couldn’t deny its other effects any longer. Nor did you want to. In fact, you revel in the amount of weight you’ve gained. In the time since you’ve eaten, your belly has developed from a taut globe to a plush, soft paunch, firmly cementing your gained weight as a part of you. You pinch yourself, hefting your chub from both sides, watching as your entire fluffy middle wobbles in kind. Your tail brushes against the wall, woefully neglected – at least, until you catch it in your paws. The mirror becomes your entire world as you ogle yourself – your fat, heavy, purring, gothic, divine self. You’re so pretty, so perfect, it’s enough to…

Y,You feel a sudden twitch from below, causing your purrs to ramp up in surprise. You hook your paws beneath your belly, hefting it up until you spot something soft and puffy underneath. Your… sheath is fat and furry, and about half the size of your fist. Another twitch, and you see a fat bead of pre start to ooze out. A wet, blorpysound fills your ears as your fat nuts churn below. Your sheath twitches again, begging for attention, and you don’t even put up a fight. You’re already squeezing yourself, purrs transitioning into naked moans as an intoxicating pleasure spreads across your nethers like wildfire. You pump your sheath like a big, furry onahole. Slick schlicking sounds fill your ears as you stroke back and forth. You coax a glob of precum out of your sheath, stifling a moan as it hits the floor. You continue for a little while, feeling lightheaded as you feel another twitch. A dizzying thought occurs to you - you’re using yourself like a fleshlight, as you continue to pump yourself towards the edge.

Soon enough, your cock emerges, already slick with pre. Your other paw gets to work now, stroking your thick, rock-hard rod. You already know you’re too big for this room, but the cold feeling of glass against your dribbling tip serves to remind you. Another creak, and you try your best to lean back, to give yourself more room, but there’s only so much you can do. You give up the struggle and let your instincts take over, dedicating both paws to your cock’s needs. Wet schlicks, mewling, and moaning fill your tiny room. You’re huffing your own pungent musk, causing your eyes to glaze as you ride this moment. Up, up, up, until…

“MRRRRRRIIIAOOWWW…~~!!”

The floodgates open, and you paint more than just the wall. You hold onto your firehose as you howl out, doing what little you can to keep it under control. It fires shot after shot of thick, dribbling seed. You grit your teeth, bucking your ample hips with every splurt. A lot of it ends up on yourself, something which you might’ve cared about in another life. You don’t know how much time you spend just, sitting there, panting as your cannonade finally draws down. You feel like you’ve spent hours in here. You’re sure that’s not true, even in your hazy-headed state, but you reach for your phone just to be sure. Your paw absentmindedly brushes your thigh, and you dimly remember something.

“Riiight... Nnnhho clothes. Nyoooo phone…”

Your head hits the back wall with a muffled thmp. You let out a tired chuckle as you try to recollect yourself. It’s… hard, though, given how the way you’re hotboxing your own musk. And—nngh—your cock twitches some more, one of its final acts of defiance as it adds to the puddle of cum under you. Just when the dribbling begins to slow, it twitches again, jolting your hazy thoughts as that sticky river flows anew.

Your head spins, and your fur glistens with sweat and seed after your ordeal. Even your own name is hard to come by. Periwinkle is part of it, sure, but… You push through your sticky, gooey thoughts. Your memories mix together and come apart, seemingly of their own volition. You know there was another name, though. It came from your own lips earlier.

“S…Ssspec…tr…um?”

You feel something drop into place.

“Purriwinkle Spectrum.” It makes sense. Your voice drops an octave, finally fitting your heavyset form. It sounds like a fusion of your old voice, and… someone else’s. Someone who you swear you know, but you just can’t put your paw on it. Oh well. It’s a little boyish, you feel, and you adore it for that fact. You hear a chuckle reverberate in your head, and you feel compelled to join it. You close your eyes, content to simply relax and ride your blazing afterglow.

Another voice, however, causes you to crack open an eye. It oozes through the wall, muffled. You suppose you should get cleaned up, and see what’s going on.

You start by grooming yourself. After all, how else is a cat meant to clean herself? You drag your long, purple tongue along your arms and legs. Your paws get special treatment – you make sure to remove the sweat and stickiness from your plump pads. You’re careful to get between the digits too, of course.

You lift one of your arms, making sure nothing has gotten under there. You nuzzle around your thick, dark underbrush, and—wow, you stink.

Good.

Once you’re satisfied that you’ve mostly cleaned up, you heft yourself up and finally leave the changing room. You rumble like an engine as you stomp your way towards the front of the store, where you find your orange friend speaking to someone.

It’s him.

Aubrey’s ears angle toward you, followed by the rest of her head. “Oh, meowdy, Meowstress~!” she calls out gleefully with a big-pawed wave. She puts them together, beaming her widest smile. “Nyaa~I was just telling myour furriend that mew’d be coming nyout soon.”

You nod at her, and she has to look up at you as you approach. She’s fully turned now, becoming the cutest cat you’d ever seen. Aside from yourself, of course. She’s a vibrant, speckled orange – with a creamy white face. There’s more of her that you’d like to see, but you opt not to undress her. She can keep the mewniform, fur now.

“Thank mew, Nyaubrey.~” You purr. Your paw rests on her head, and she rumbles up with a cute, tittering voice. “Now, could mew tend to the changing room?” You coo, tilting your head down at her. Your claws dig behind her ears, and she hikes her shoulders and kneads the air.

“A~Ah, o~of course, Meowstress…~” She gasps between bouts of purring. “I~I’ll… Get to that, nyow.~” You smile, and let her go.

And now, you’re alone.

With Roy.

You study him quietly. He’s so small. So cute. The way he jumps back as you kneel down in front of him. You feel a prey drive for a just moment, but you suppress it. As far as he knows, you’re just licking your lips for the fun of it.

“Roy.” Your voice seems to echo off the walls. “What seems to be the paw~blem…? Mew look as though mew’ve seen a ghost.”

“Pe-Pe-Pe-Periwinkle…?” He asks, as if there’s any doubt. “Periwinkle Valentine? What… happened to you?” You hum.

“Nya~lentine…? I’m afurraid mew’re mistaken.” You put a paw to your chest, looking him right in the eyes. “I’m Purrr~iwinkle Spectrum.”

“Um. Right. I… Think, I have the wrong person. Or, cat,” You hear him nervously chuckle. Your eyes dart down to his shoes. You know what he’s thinking. “I won’t bother you, I’ll just—hhrk!—"

You act fast. Your tail was already curling behind him, and it strikes like a viper. Coiling around him, and pushing him up against your body. Deep within your musky miasma, you notice him shivering less. Good.

“Roy…” You trail off, a hard edge forming in your voice. “Tsk tsk. We were supposed to hang nyout together, remembpurr?” He stays silent, wilting under your intense, yellow gaze. He does at least nod.

“Where have mew been, sweetie?~ Prrr…I’ve been waiting fur mew nyall this time…~” That silky, smooth trill enters your voice again and you feel his hands roam your fuzzy belly. He’s trying to find something to hold onto, isn’t he? Cute.~

“I got… h,held up at work,” you hear him say.

“It’s the weekend.” Your voice hardens again. “You don’t have work.” He grimaces.

“Um—Well,” he stammers, “Okay. You see~hee, it’s a funny story. It’s, like, well. It’smmff.”

You’re heard enough. You tighten your coils, covering his mouth with the end of your tail. Your ears fold down and swivel back as you stare deeply into his eyes. You pull him closer, carrying him up so your nose bumps against his. His body sinks between your tits in the process.

“Roy...” You hiss. “Do not lie to me. Ever. I am going to uncover your mouth, and you will tell me the truth,” you lay out your demands slowly, and carefully. He nods his acceptance, and you give uncover his mouth. You give him a quick peck. “Great. Love you.~”

“L,Love you too.” He squeaks. “And, I… overslept.” His reply is simple, but you could tell it’s truthful. Your bubbling anger immediately settles, like it wasn’t even there in the first place. You snicker, you giggle, then you full-on laugh.

“HAHAHAHAHA~~! Oh my gawd, that’s sooo like mew Roy.~” You trill…~ You roll onto your back, pulling him down with you. You hold him up like a toy, paws clutching his sides. “I told mew to set a nyalarm, mew little yarnball.~” He gives a noncommittal laugh, which has you tilting your head.

“B-But, um. What happened to mew—You?” He catches himself, but you tilt your head the other way.

“Pwrrp?~ What do mew mean?” You ask, setting him down. He rests atop your belly with a bounce and a bbworp, and he awkwardly tries to get comfortable.

“You’re…” He hesitates, maybe to find another way to word it, but. You watch his eyes drift up and down your form. The form that’s clearly big enough for him to sit on. Your belly, your bosom, your—oh my god, your cock – and the beanbag underneath. “…Dude, you’re huge.” He states, quite matter of factly.

You blink at him though. What makes that such a surprise? You’ve nyalways been a big, fat cat. You don’t remember a time when you weren’t this big, really. Unless…

“Ohhhhhh….~~” You coo, putting a paw to your cheek. “Nyeah, I got hungry.”

“What?” He looks bewildered.

“Mmhrmm~” You nod smugly, “Nyaa~ A girl’s gotta eat, mew know.~” You feel quite proud of that.

You smile up at him, lowering your eyelids as you start to palm up your doughy paunch. It squeezes in your paws so easily, and your throat begins to rumble anew…~

“But I’m only a little bigger. Mrrr… I’ve gained… Hmmm, maaaybe a few pounds?~”

“A few.” He flatly repeats. You purrrr in reply, idly licking your paws.~ “…Right,” he says. You feel him start to slide off of you.

“Roy…”

“I’m not running, don’t worry,” he says, putting his hand up. “But, Peri. You… seriously don’t see anything wrong with this picture?” he asks. You look down at yourself – nothing wrong there – and you look around the room. Sure, there are a couple of toppled clothing stands, but your loyal servant ~Nyaubrey~ is taking care of that. Looks like she’s done cleaning the changing room too! You’re splayed out on the carpet, slightly curled as a cat usually is. You look back at Roy, shaking your head.

“You’re telling me, you’ve always had those?” he asks, pointing at your tits. You squeeze them between your arms, blepping your tongue out.

“Wannya touch ‘em~?”

“And, that?” He points at your belly. Did he just ignore your question? Hmph. Oh well.

“Nyaaa, cute, right~? Mew nyalways loved my belly.~” You tease.~

“And that?” He points at your massive shaft, still a little sticky from before. You roll your eyes. Is he trying to test you or something? You’re sure you’d know if something was amiss. Right now, that ‘something’ seems to be your friend here.

“Mmwrrr…~ Nyalright, that’s enyough.” With a grunt, you sit up. Resting your arm on one of your knees, you curl your claw beneath his chin. “Mrrr… Let me say this as shrimple as pawssible, mmm?~ Yes, Roy. I’ve nyalways been me. I’ll nyalways be me. Nya’thing has changed. Now, this has gone on long enyough, prrrr…~ Nyare we gonnya hang out nyow, or what? Or did mew furget again?~”

He hesitates. You see so much doubt in his eyes, which confuses you, but he nods. You clap your paws together, grinning!

“Grrreat! Hey, Nyaubrey?”

Your servant darts up to you, though her eyes seem to swirl as she steps in your Musky Miasma.

“Y,Yes, Meowstress?” she meekly asks, paws clasped together.

“Can mew hold down the fort while I’m gone? I may be myour Meowstress, but there are other customers who’d want to purrrr~use myour wares,” you say.

“Oh, um, of course! I will do my best.~”

You pat her head, and she nuzzles up into your paw. The orange cat grasps your arm, pulling herself closer, close enough to rub her face into your fur. You could hear her sniffing you…~ She does let go, however, before she overstays her welcome. You snicker. She’s so normal.

“Good girl. Thank mew, sweetie~” You lilt. As she returns to the counter, you stand up and – as carefully as you can – grab Roy’s hand. His arm feels so small in your paw. ‘Not fur long’, you hope.

“Ready?” You ask.

“As ready as I’ll ever be…” He mumbles. It pains you that he doesn’t seem to be totally on board with it, but you know what’ll help with that.

“Let me show mew the food court first,” you offer, leading him out the door of the Cat’s Corner. Somehow, it fits you now. “It’ll change myour life, hun.~” He mumbles something, but you don’t care what. You pick him up. Planting your lips against him, you give him a nice, big smooch.

THE END

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