Voretober 14: Fans
not able to draw rn but this prompt is making me think of a certain freak of mine giggles. seren is a character ive never mentioned here before, but if im feeling brave, he might return.
"Aren't you excited?" Seren couldn't keep still in his seat as he spoke, hands tight on the wheel, keeping him braced as much as possible. "This is our biggest show yet! We're actually getting somewhere now- we'll be taking the top hits soon, Max, just you wait."
Max nodded along, trying his best to listen past the anxieties screaming in his ears, and past the discomfort of being packed into the backseat of a car half his height. Seren was right, this would be their largest crowd they had ever performed for- with at least a hundred people at the venue, they were guaranteed to stick in someone's head. But one hundred people is a lot, and he held his breath picturing his voice cracking or forgetting lines on stage.
"Hey, it's okay if you're worried, you know. You'll be great out there." His striking blue eyes flicked between the road and the rear mirror, looking at Max with a sugary sympathy. It calmed his nerves, but he couldn't help the gnawing fears that always overcame him before he first got on stage.
Before he really knew it, they were at the venue: a club near their old university campus, a few people they recognised from their time there in the crowd.
They made their way to the backstage area, Seren and Max hanging up their denim jacket and hoodie respectively, revealing their black button-downs and neck ties in blue and red. The pair practiced the parts of their songs they were going to struggle with the most, whether for Seren having to play a difficult melody, or Max singing a particularly quick and eclectic line. Getting up to wait in the wings, they listened in to the guy before them and prepared to go up themselves.
When it was finally their turn, Max was at least happy to find out that most people were milling about the bar, or talking over a drink than staring into his eyes, awaiting a perfect performance. By the time they were done, they weren't being booed off stage, so they must have done something right, even if they were off key at points or encountered some mic issues before hand.
Most surprising was that when they had come to the end of their set, a lone crowd member had wandered up to the stage as Seren was packing his guitar back into its case.
"You guys were great!" she said, speaking with bright eyes and excitement. "Substandard, was it?"
"That's us," Seren responded, holding back his joy that someone had been so enthralled by their music to come up and talk to them personally.
She nodded and smiled, turning to Max. "Can I make a request?"
"Sorry, our set is over, we've gotta let the next band up." Max gave the woman a polite smile, but she simply persisted, waving her hand and ushering the singer to kneel down so she could whisper into his ear.
At first, a coy smile adorned his face, before it morphed into a confused shocked expression. His first instinct was to look at Seren, as if asking for some silent permission for an unheard request. Despite this, he quietly responded, face slightly pink. Seren felt a twinge of jealousy, having this conversation kept private from him.
He had assumed the woman had asked for something like an autograph or a photo, the last thing he expected was to see his best friend with a mouthful of fangirl.
The crowd of conversations slowed to a dead stop as people took notice of the scene taking place on the stage. Everyone's eyes following the movements of the girl's torso being pulled into his gullet before her legs slipped down his throat- a voyeuristic spectacle of morbid fascination as her form disappeared, and Max's fuzzy gut was exposed.
Once she was down, Max panted, trying to heave himself and his newfound weight off of the stage before he noticed the ocean of eyes drinking in such a curious moment, Seren included. Some people turned to muttering, others cringed in disgust, others were whistling, whooping, even cheering at the display, and Max couldn't tell if he wanted to bathe in the response for a while longer or disappear into the earth and wallow in embarrassment.
Seren decided for him, dragging him by the arm off the stage as the band after them cautiously stepped up, clearly shaky to follow up the killer finish Substandard had brought. Out the back of the building, Seren left Max to struggle with the weight of another person as he fetched their car, and Max was alone with his thoughts and hundreds of pounds of human meat wriggling inside of him.
A stray hand palmed the surface, and he nearly fell over as his prey resisted the touch- must have been her face, then? He tried again to apply some pressure to his distended skin, and when he was met by no fight, he felt great, but he felt disgusted by himself to admit that. He was painfully full, and about to commit a homicide! Even still, he couldn't keep his hands off the mound of flesh on flesh.
The headlights of the car pulled him back to reality, and he hobbled his way to the backseat once again, this time having to lie down over the whole thing- there was no way he was fitting himself upright in that tiny space while sharing it with his meal.
The drive was accompanied by scared, angry, and confused rambling from Seren, but Max still couldn't find himself comprehending a single word, lost in the ecstasy of his wriggling meal, and thoughts screaming in his ears about how many more future fans might also want to be eaten. He definitely had a new diet to get used to.
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okay fine i’ll bring back the egg. sorry for the pun but i’ve been sitting on this for a while because i can’t decide what to name them
(thinking they/he???)
they love being warm and must be approximately as snug as a bug in a rug at all times <3
didn’t give much context before but we’re going with that the egg was abandoned in winter horns and recovered by a group of waddle explorers
there wasn’t a lot of (known) writing on dedede’s species so figuring out what to do from there was kinda hard and they didn’t really know anything for certain, but between a little research, a gut feeling, and dedede and mk already used to Parenting, they passed the egg onto them to look after and well. yeah
it was definitely a rollercoaster for dedede, to be given hope that there were others like him after all - so it was only natural he’d take it very seriously. he spends a lot of time with them and they’re very clingy because of it. he says they’re like a duckling
being so big also comes with problems because as clingy as they are, they outgrew being able to be held by other people pretty fast lol
“meta pls stop looking like ur gonna punt our kid”
anyway i guess i’ll introduce the other kid next? between the two of them uhh dedede had a very tiring few years. stay at home dad problems i guess. on top of being a king lol
he probably realized how grateful he was that kirby was so independent lol..
the real enemy is everyone (meta especially) having a busy schedule
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