We’ve made it to 100 preorders, all mini herbies will come with free holo finger puppy stickers! Thank you for supporting my artwork!
I have a charm planned if we make it to 200! And we’re already 1/4 there :)
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imagine you move to somewhere in the south, lots of open land between houses and lots of friendly neighbors
one of your older neighbors, who could be your fathers age stops by one day dropping off treats, maybe it’s drinks you don’t realized are spiked, maybe it’s some brownies laced with weed, you’re just too dumb, too naive to question his motives
you’re just about to go out into town, dressed in the shortest skirt you can find, basically a belt, no panties of course
you have a top on so low that your nipples are nearly popping out, they’re hard from the cold so everyone can see them anyway
before you head out you munch on the treats your neighbor brought, you find yourself feeling fuzzy and light
you stumble out of the house, heels clicking and feet wobbely, you only make it as far as your old neighbors porch
he’s on a rocking chair, sipping away at a beer
“oh princess, what’s wrong?”
“i feel funny” you manage to get out through hiccups and giggles, far too gone by that point
he manhandles you into his lap, not that you’re resisting
he turns you around so you’re both facing the street, he doesn’t have to even try to hike your skirt up, your pussy is on display for anyone who walks by, he pulls your top down so your tits are also out in the open
he start to finger your tight little hole, you start to moan like a bitch in heat, throwing your head back, you’re far too gone to say no to anything that’s happening
without warning your neighbor starts to fuck his beer bottle in and out of your dripping cunt, you think you hear some other neighbors approach, the man striking up a conversation that you can’t hear, far too lost in the bottle working its way into your cunt
you start trying to hump the bottle but are cut off by your tits being smacked and then groped
“behave” he snaps
you whimper and whine, not processing a word that’s being said, and continue to try and hump the bottle that has now stilled in your pussy
“aww, is the bitch too dumb to understand. no worries we have all the time to train you to be the perfect little cocksleeve”
the man rips the bottle out of your cunt, when you open your mouth to whine he shoves the bottle down your throat
“clean up your girl juice”
you suck and he starts to finger your ass, you moan around the bottle and clench around nothing
“you know exactly where that’s going princess”
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In love with the idea of captain marvel being Billy's imaginary friend. Like, it'd be so easy. Early depictions had them as almost fully separate people sometimes, like one soul with two minds, rather than just two filters like we mostly see now.
But imagine a Billy down on his luck, hurt and hiding from police and criminals alike, daydreaming the hours away as children do, taking inspiration from all the superheroes rising to fame, making little stories to play out his dreams of saving the world with a generic action doll he found while dumpster diving once. Most of the paint's rubbed off.
Red's his favourite colour, his comfiest jumper is a bright ruby even after all the grime and washes. Gold, too, it's shiny and warmer than silver! A hero cape is a must, big and eye catching! And he can fly, of course, like superman, and in his daydreams, when he's sore and frustrated after a long day's grind, his superhero is smart enough and knows all the right words to get the bullies to stop without resorting to fighting.
His superhero fantasy is one he spends a lot of time on, the first one he goes for when struggling to sleep at night, and he can picture it so clearly. Captain marvel is big and bright and kind, strong enough to lift the boxes for the old lady up the road who's moving all by himself, fast enough to catch Jamie who fell out of the tree on Saturday and broke his leg and couldn't come to class for weeks. He appears at the entrance to alleys when Billy is cornered, he steps up behind to cover for him when he gets caught shoplifting, he sits at the bus stop with him when it's pouring rain and the right bus doesn't seem to be coming.
And then the wizard comes, or rather whisks him away, and like a magician from a fairytale breathes life into his imaginary friend until Billy feels thrice his size and a million times more invincible.
From then on, captain marvel is a real hero, just like Billy is a real boy, and as one they save the whole city, and then the whole world, and get cats down from trees and help Mrs Victoria move the last of her boxes and she gives them a pinch in the cheek and cookies for the road and sometimes it hurts but it's so much better than he imagined.
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