My drawing program crashed while i was making this and merged layers that shouldnt be merged, the green fog around them was supposed to be a multiply layer. Got it to a point where i was happy with it again tho.
Restored Tally Hall MMMM posters! Original scans on the left and my recreations on the right. Font-matched to the best of my ability and reformatted to ideally print at A3 or smaller sizes. Feel free to print your own copies. :)
Thanks for asking, Anon, and I hope you're okay with smut because this one is nothing but. It's the third installment of Hob in the Wavemother's Robe from BG3; in the second fic, Dream spun fantasies about 'claiming' Hob in the middle of the bar and Hob suggested playing that idea out in a dream. This fic is that dream. If you haven't seen the costume, here you go; at this point Hob is barefoot, most of the decorative bits are gone, and Dream has torn off the excess skirt length directly below where the hip chains attach.
Dream moans, deliberate and decadent, stroking Hob through the end of his orgasm, tongue out and curled under the tip of Hob's dick to catch the last weaker spurts. He curls it around the head lovingly, draws Hob back into his mouth just far enough to close his lips around the tip and suck, to tease the last drops from the slit with his tongue, making a show of savoring it. Hob's pulse is pounding in his ears as Dream pushes him right to the glorious edge of overstimulation but still he can hear the mutters of envy skittering through their audience.
Good.
When Dream has finished milking Hob's cock dry, he pulls the toy from his arse as well and drops it somewhere aside. He rises swiftly and yanks Hob into his arms, steadying him and descending eagerly on his mouth. Dream kisses him fiercely, possessive and thorough, and abruptly spins him around. Hob finds himself up against the bar, Dream stroking down his thighs with a small tap to either knee. "Up," he murmurs, lips against the skin of Hob's back in the diamond left bare by his costume, and a quick glance down shows a pair of comfortably-spaced barstools right in front of him. He climbs up gamely, one knee on either stool, and then Dream is pressing him forward, down, until he is bent over the bar with his legs spread wide and his arse in the air, left completely bare at this angle by the remnants of the skirt.
"Delectable," Dream murmurs, hands roaming over the curves of either cheek, thumbs stroking into the dimples there. His other two hands curve around the front of Hob's legs to stroke up the insides of his thighs. "Beautiful, magnificent, mine—" His mouth presses firm and wet to the open rim of Hob's body, where the toy has left him empty and wanting, and then Dream's tongue slithers into him, slick and hot and long and thick. It fills him, delicious and deep and Hob groans, breathless, delighted. He rubs his cheek against the bar top, splays his knees a bit wider on their barstools and arches his back, shamelessly begging for more. Dream's hands shift, pressing his thighs and cheeks wide, spreading him all the way open, and Hob cries out as Dream's tongue twists inside him, licking over his prostate with precision strokes. Dream is also running one slender fingertip around Hob's hole where it's stretched wide on his tongue, layers of sensation that are driving Hob mad with pleasure.
"Dream, sweetheart, oh shit it's so good," he babbles, heart pounding, hips flexing. He loves this about sex in the Dreaming, that he can come long and hard and be seamlessly ready for more, can take as much as he wants, as much as Dream will give him. He bears down on Dream's tongue, wriggles back onto it with delight; Dream's nails prick sharp at the insides of his thighs and Hob whines, breathless. "More. Please—"
Why have I seen so many people lately saying gekka is the same as harugumi or tasutsumu... There's an entire event story abt how their relationship is the same as blood siblings (and these events where they're also compared to blood siblings on a smaller, but definitely still notable scale) + being taken in and raised by the same person as family is VERY OBVIOUSLY different to being in a theatre troupe together or being childhood friends??? Like sorry but if you think those are the same/on the same level I think you might just be stupid
Hisoka: After Homare passed out, we removed everything electronic from his room, stuck in some old books and an ancient typewriter from Goodwill. For 20 minutes, we had him convinced he'd drunk himself backward through time.
A3! Backstage Story Translation - Tsumugi Tsukioka R: Rabbit Training - Part 1
Misumi: Mr. Bunny will be happy if you touch him here~ But there are a lot of Mr. Rabbits who don’t like being touched here…
Tsumugi: I see. So the area around the tail is no good. I’d heard that a lot of cats are happy about being pet there, but I suppose it depends on the animal.
Misumi: Also, you shouldn’t try holding them with stinky hands.
Tsumugi: Makes sense. I’ll be in a place full of food, so I should watch out for that…
Muku: Waah, what a cute stuffed bunny.
Misumi: Ah, Muku~! Look, I’m teaching Tsumugi about Mr. Bunny~
Muku: Ohhh. It’s unusual to see Tsumugi-san being the one taught about something by someone else…
Muku: Ah, is this for the rabbit-concept café you’ll be helping out with?
Tsumugi: Yes. Actually, we had some training for that today, and–
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[Flashback starts]
Owner: It’s OK if the rabbits get on the terrace seats.
Owner: Once you lead the customers to their tables, put the rabbits in their baskets. After that, please explain the menu.
Tsumugi: (I knew that rabbits are this café’s concept, but it’s also a café where you can enjoy yourself together with the rabbits.)
Owner: Rabbits are very delicate creatures, so please be careful and ask their owners if you have any inquiries.
Tsumugi: Understood.
Owner: I brought my own rabbit with me today so we can start practicing right away. Let’s start with… You, Tsukioka-kun.
Tsumugi: Ah, yes…!
Tsumugi: …
Owner: Tsukioka-kun?
Tsumugi: Ummm… How should I hold him…?
[Flashback ends]
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Tsumugi: Thinking back, I should’ve held him more comfortably.
Tsumugi: I don’t get many chances to pet rabbits, and the owner had reminded us they’re delicate, so I got a little nervous.
Muku: That’s so like you, Tsumugi-san. I think it’s a good thing, though.
Misumi: Yup. You’re kind, Tsumugi~
Tsumugi: Thank you. As expected, rabbits are different from dogs.
Tsumugi: I think my understanding of them has deepened, thanks to Misumi-kun… Though I’m sure it’s not enough just yet.
Misumi: Hm~? Really?
Tsumugi: Yeah. I’ll be a butler at the café, so it won’t be a good look if I don’t know how to approach the rabbits smartly.
Tsumugi: It’d be nice if I could put it into practice somewhere…