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smol-tactician · 2 years

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I played fates again so

Spoiler wanejrn warning

Takumi: Hey Ryoma, the vibes are very much not good here

Ryoma: The what?

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Leo: What's good shawty! Wanna go read books all day and forget about this awful shit called reality?

Takumi: Ok

Leo: b e t

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Corrin putting a caprisun on Elise's head: In the name of myself, I dub you queen caprisun.

Elise: Awesome.

Sakura: What shall your first act be your highness?

Elise: Let's go eat ice cream for breakfast!

Corrin: Yeah!

Sakura: Ok.

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Takumi: Why does Camilla call you baby girl?

Hinoka: Let's not have this conversation.

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Azura: Ok so first we need a plan.

Corrin hugging Robin:

Azura: Corrin, that's Robin.

Corrin: Yes.

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Takumi: Hey Corrin, the sky is breaking.

Corrin: What am I supposed to do? I'm not a sky builder.

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Leo: I love you.

Takumi: Platonically or romantically?

Leo: Which one means I can marry you?

Takumi: Romantically... wait marry me?!

Leo: Well of course since you asked.

Takumi: I just got bamboozled into a marriage....

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Takumi: So why are we here?

Corrin: To do the test of courage on the haunted mountain.

Takumi: To do the fucking what?

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Corrin: Its bonding time, you have to say something nice to the other person.

Leo: Your brother's kinda hot

Ryoma: What the fuck-

Corrin: L e o-

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Elise: We're friends now!

Sakura: Ok!

Elise: Wanna cause chaos for no reason?

Sakura: I guess.

Elise: Cool.

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Corrin: Well then, either this place is abandoned or we're already dead.

Azura: Excuse me, what the fuck corrin?

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Xander trying to make small talk: Well then, seems my tea has gone cold.

Ryoma: Then heat it up.

Xander: Ok then smart ass

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Ryoma: I have an idea, but it requires someone blasting the back street boys, ten tons of fireworks, and shit load of pop rocks.

Xander: How in God's name is that supposed to help us on the battlefield?!

Ryoma: Get me the stuff and find out.

Hinoka: Don't do that, seriously! DO NOT GET ANY OF THAT STUFF!

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Leo: Ah yes a nice cup of tea

Camilla: That's red bull in a mug

Leo: Shut up and let me pretend I'm normal for once.

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Leo: Ok this is fine, it's just Takumi.

Takumi smiling: Hey Leo, how are you?

Leo now with gay panic: Gay

Takumi: What?

Leo: What?

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djts-arts · 1 month

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Guys go blame @nickyyyy for this HermitcraftxATLA au /pos

Some outfit design for northern water tribe False and Pearl (one of my fav duo I want them to interact more heh)

#this au is a bit of a brainrot for me #pearlescentmoon #falsesymmetry #hermitcraft #mcyt #We and some other peep ended up talking a lot of this au and what other characters would be #i ended up rewatching ATLA again #dj's 2024 art #dj's doodles #shipping implied here heh

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lesbianfakir · 2 months

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To elaborate on my ruekirtho throuple thoughts, sometimes I think about a world where their shared love for mytho brought rue and fakir together instead of driving them apart. They’re both incredibly lonely kids who have lost too much and, as much as they care for mytho, a heartless doll isn’t replacement for real human companionship. So they find each other.

Rue knows it will never last. No one beyond her Prince will ever love her. She sees the way Fakir throws rocks at the flock of crows that gathers around her. When he discovers her identity—and she knows he will discover her identity one day—they’ll go back to being enemies. He is the Knight and she is the daughter of the Raven, his killer. Still, it’s nice to have a friend even for a little while. So she lets herself forget. She forgets who, what, she is. She forgets that there was ever a before. She forgets that they won’t last.

Fakir knows there is something very, very wrong in Rue’s life. He sees the deep scratches that stand out against her almost unnaturally pale skin. She speaks in a hushed tone with a haunted look in her eyes when it’s time to go home. She won’t tell him anything, though. He doesn’t even know where she lives; it’s as if she disappears at the end of the day. He just hopes that one day, when it comes down to it, he’ll be able to protect her from whatever haunts her.

By the time the story goes into motion, the two, along with Mytho, are near inseparable. When Mytho begins regaining his heart, Rue and Fakir work together to put a stop to it. When Rue begins losing track of the days, feeling as if someone else is trying to claw their way out of her chest, she almost goes to Fakir for help. Almost.

It is, of course, Fakir who shatters the illusion that is Rue. Her one and only friend calls her an ugly crow, and in that moment she remembers what she is. What she’s always been. They’ve been enemies from birth. This “friendship” was nothing more than the a sad illusion created by a lonely girl—a girl who no longer exists. And she knows now, in her father’s absence, her “friend” will die at her hand. This is their fate and fate cannot be changed. Still, it was nice while it lasted.

#implied child abuse #I WILL be shipping fakir and rue idc about canon #can you imagine #CAN! YOU! IMAGINE!!!#I made another post on more concrete details of this au I believe #but yeah it plays out kinda like canon #where in the first half of season 1 rue and fakir park together to stop tutu #but after the Kraehe reveal #well #let’s just say fakir’s trust is broken #which makes it harder for him to bond with Duck #and when they DO become friends rue feels like she was replaced #and so rue and fakir are still trying to kill each other here they’re just. much much more angry about it #I think it would be fun if they had a pretty central relationship in tutu #princess tutu #lea talks #also part of rue’s arc is realizing she can be loved and fakir DID love her but now it feels too late for that :(#he feels like their relationship was just a lie from the start so she could get close to him and mytho and then hurt them #soooooo he’s not changing his mind about rue anytime soon #Ehehe I love drama I love suffering

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veinsfullofstars · 2 months

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“I. Am going. To kill that rat.” “What was that, Boss?” “I said, BACK TO YOUR POSTS NOW!” “Y-Y-Yes, sir, right away, sir!”

(ID: Kirby series fanart comic, Kintsugi AU, four borderless panels featuring Dark Meta Knight, Mirror Axe Knight, and Mirror Mace Knight, in which the latter two comment on their leader’s interesting new battle scars, much to his restrained dismay. Transcript below the cut. END ID.)

Good thing his minions aren’t the brightest bulbs in the bunch - otherwise they’d’ve found out about all the friendly hugs he’s been getting in his off-time.

(… this isn’t too much, is it? Stars, I hope not. I tried to keep it vague enough that it doesn’t have to mean anything spicy. Maybe it was just a very competitive game of tag. Or maybe DMK couldn’t quite reach an itch between his wings and Daroach got a bit overenthusiastic trying to help. Basically anything that could ruin his “big scary cool toughguy” reputation. As long as DMK is too embarrassed to admit to it in front of his crew, they’re all viable options, haha.)

Started 12/25/23, finished 12/28/23, updated 01/04/24. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 01/04/24.

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Transcript:

Panel 1

*DMK walking forward towards our left, M!Axe and M!Mace passing by in the opposite direction, M!Axe waves cheerily to DMK, who glances at them over his shoulder*

M!Axe: Oh, Boss, there you are! Hey, how was the fight? Didja win?

DMK: Hm? What’re you talking about?

Panel 2

*reverse shot of DMK, still glancing over his shoulder, several pink scratch lines can be seen on his back and the base of his wings, each in sets of three*

M!Mace: Got some new scratches on your back, Boss. Nasty ones, too, by the look of it.

M!Axe: (laughing, impressed) Ha! Musta been one heck of a scrap to leave marks like that! I’d hate to see what happened to the other guy, haha!

Panel 3

*front shot of DMK, his eyes shrunk to dots in realization, as a thought bubble hovers over his head - a simple headshot of Daroach, grinning roguishly beneath the shadow of his hat, showing off his claws as they glint sharply*

Panel 4

*front shot of DMK, sweating and glaring fixedly off to the side, eyes still shrunk, a vivid blush inside his visor, while M!Axe and M!Mace stand where they were before behind him, heads tilted in innocent confusion*

DMK: (strained) … … … Yes. … … A fight. … That’s what happened.

#veins art #veins ships #veins fanart #fanart #kirby series #kirby #dark meta knight #mirror axe knight #mirror mace knight #(not tagging them as OCs since they're not really different from their counterparts here)#daroach #dark meta knight x daroach #darkroach #rarepair #AU #kintsugi au #comic #(almost didn't post this one not gonna lie)#(I generally prefer more fluff-centric stuff)#(since even implied spice tends to make the ace brain leap into panic mode)#(plus I don't wanna y'know... accidentally set some kind of weird precedent regarding my art?)#basically I'm overthinking things again)#(but these two have a very specific relationship in my headcanon)#(at least when compared to MetaDede or Marxolor for example)#(not to say there's no fluff btw them - it's just more... neutrally physical? than what the others have)#(“friends with benefits” fits best I think)#anyway - panel 3 DMK face is my favorite thing ever I've decided #suggestive #<- (just in case)#veinsfullofstars

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cozylittleartblog · 5 months

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I want to buy a sticker from your shop, but shipping (to Canada) is down as $22 before tax. May I ask why it costs so much to ship a single sticker? Is it Etsy being weird, or does it really cost that much to send an envelope over the border?

I'm not trying to be snarky or passive aggressive or anything, I'm genuinely just kind of befuddled atm.

A fair question honestly! USPS sets the rates for international shipping, and shipping to canada really is about that expensive 😭 I considered sending stickers via envelopes, but 1. if I send them with a stamp (less than $2) they don't have tracking, and etsy Does Not Like That. I gotta send packages with shipping to qualify for star seller, plus it covers your ass in case USPS loses it. and 2. apparently it's illegal to send merchandise internationally in envelopes!! so sadly we're all stuck dealing with the super crazy international rates. I don't like it either because as someone who deals in trinkets, people generally do not want to pay $16 for a charm that costs $12, and they especially don't want to pay that for a sticker that costs $4... I would ABSOLUTELY have way more international sales if USPS wasn't fucking us with the prices but it's out of my control dssdjkfjksdf

I give this advice a lot, but if you don't want to pay international shipping (or just live in a country I don't ship to myself), you can borrow the address of a friend that lives in the states and they can forward it to you! I don't actually know if this is cheaper, but some people have said it is. it's def cheaper for stickers though if your friend uses a stamp!

TL;DR yeah etsy and USPS are Both Weird, sorry ; - ; i assure you i hate it even More than you do lmao

#etsy #not art #ask #anonymous #anon #i think i actually did have like three canadian sticker orders last week all in the same day #one of them ordered multiple stickers but two were just. One. and i'm like. you guys are either rich or crazy but either way i respect it #even US shipping is getting more and more expensive. five years ago i'd pay 2.80 to ship a 1 oz first class package #now its almost $4. even just over $4 if i ship to like California or something!#i'm gonna put a general PSA here to please not be too upset with small businesses' shipping rates even in the US #not to imply anon is or that anybody has said anything! but i do see like tiktoks and social media comments #on Other People's Pages saying like OMG $5 SHIPPING??? INSANE I'M NOT PAYING THAT #amazon has spoiled you guys sorry. shipping isn't free. not only do i have to pay for the shipping label #i have to pay for my bubble mailers. my envelopes. the thermal labels i print on. i recycle my bubble wrap at least but i have to pay #for materials as well. so this seems like a good place to mention it #frankly i shouldn't even have the stupid 'free shipping over $35' thing because again shipping is like $4 give or take 30c by location #but etsy makes me and it Does bring in sales so i'll pretend it balances out

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trashlie · 11 months

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Also, unrelated to the current FP eps, I have a lot of thoughts about the "Nol is a trash friend because Dieter likes Shinae" and the "Dieter is so good he deserves Shinae but Nol is so sad he also deserves her" and "Dieter is better because he's stable" takes going on but lmao idk how to really coherently deliver them and essentially it all boils down to: Shinae is no object or prize to be won or deserved, she owes Dieter nothing, Nol owes Dieter nothing, no one is consciously acting on anything, feelings are complicated.

Like. Idk man we (ans by we I mean people who still think this way) have GOT to start acting like relationships are "earned" by deserving love interests, gotta stop acting like feelings are something we can control, gotta stop acting like fiction should always reflect reality and also must make the "correct" and healthy choices or else it's bad, and we gotta stop the weirdly ableist notion that someone makes a better partner if they have their shit together and those who don't are bad partners. 💀

I'll revisit this thought because it's been at the back of your mind, but if your reason for shipping anything EVER involves "so and so is so deserving of her", maybe start to explore your choices. Like, look, you can ship anything. I miss prevalent crackships! But when you're getting into the "this ship is bad because x" territory and it has nothing to do with the characters' actual feelings and stuff.... maybe don't go to war about it lol

#ILY Brainrot #incoherent loosely tied thoughts lmao #to be clear I'm not saying people can or can't ship certain things #by all means continue!#if your ship isn't canon go write fic!#if you want to see something implausible go write!#I'm specifically thinking about petty arguments where people imply one ship is worse than the other for ridiculous reasons #or when shipping is merely about who 'deserves' someone more 💀💀💀#i also have many thoughts about the ickiness of determining who makes a better partner based on their trauma like #let's be for REAL here 💀

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moraygrotto · 2 years

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omggg can I please have a burpy jade story???? I'm so thirsty for him I love him so much

OF COURSE!!!!!

Jade burping + belly inflation fic ft. Floyd (NOT SHIP) + referenced ambiguous ship of your choice at the end :O

in which jade trains himself to eat spicy food + drink soda!

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Jade had four things: a spicy sandwich, a large bottle of soda, an evening to himself, and a plan.

His stomach growled loudly. Although he had eaten lunch, the meal he had taken was nowhere near enough to compensate for the busy day, and now, at the day's close, he was starving. This was by design— his plan for the night involved the entirety of his sandwich and as much soda as he could force down.

It would be half experimentation, half endurance training. Spices such as hot pepper and wasabi were rare and expensive under the sea, and over the multiple years Jade had spent on land, he never stretched his spice tolerance if he could avoid it. As for soda, inside the tall, thick bottle lay an embarrassing truth about Jade: he had barely any experience drinking carbonated liquids at all.

The first time he had touched soda was a plastic cup of cola at some orientation party when he was younger. It had hurt! Jade could not conceive why anyone might enjoy a drink that so stabbed the tongue, and nevertheless it was one of the most popular ways for land dwellers to hydrate. There were a few analogues in marine cuisine —numbing secretions, crunchy exoskeletons, and intoxicating venom— which Jade could stomach, but none were so immediately violent as carbonation. Sooner or later, he figured, he must train himself to enjoy it.

The soda was yellow, pineapple flavored, lightly carbonated as per his research, and the sandwich was stuffed tight with sauce and earthly nutrients: daikon and beef, tofu and cucumbers, basil, carrots, and much more. It would be spicy— he had requested it specifically of the chef.

Jade knew, knew that this experience would be painful. Nevertheless, he could only yearn fiercely for his dinner, for the smells of spices wafting up and the sweet soda waiting patiently for him inside its vast bottle. He remarked that his stomach had taken control of his brain.

Spots of oil had seeped through the sandwich's white deli paper. As he always hated the sensation of grease on his bare fingers, he picked it open very carefully.

One long inhale filled Jade's lungs with the savory smell. He opened his mouth wide.

The bread gave a very pleasing crunch, then squish as Jade's jaws snapped tight around it. For a moment, all he could feel was sweet relief that he was eating, that he was getting food, and for a moment, before the spices hit, he could hang in the glory of feeding. Soon, however, the capsaicin crashed down upon his tongue.

It was not excruciating; he had tried spicier foods that had nearly incapacitated him, but it was a strong nip nevertheless. He chewed and gulped his bite down, sucking in cold air after it.

Surely a sip to drink would help.

The pineapple soda hissed as he unscrewed the cap, and as he poured a measure into his glass, bubbles rose and droplets pinged from the liquid's surface onto his most unfortunately gloveless hands. If this was lightly carbonated, what did normal people take?

He took a heavy draft, trying to chase the spice from his tongue, and it worked, a little bit. In its own way, however, the drink was uncomfortable. The moment he opened his mouth after swallowing, a garbled burp clawed back up, utterly unattractive, having barely touched his stomach.

Normal people enjoyed this.

Setting aside his meal, Jade furrowed his brows and resolved to experience more of the drink, in spite of the heat. He took another mouthful, and let the bubbles pop on his tongue. It was... bearable. Still, he could not fathom enjoying it.

The next bite of sandwich burned just like the last. In his limited experience with spicy things, the flavor tended to get more intense as one ate. Hence, the thought crossed him that he should simply wolf the entire thing down as quickly as possible— it would be ungentlemanly, but no one was watching.

Pressing a finger to his mouth as another burp tried to escape him, he frowned. No, this would have to be a slow process. But how he longed to let gluttony overtake him...

Once more, he took to chewing through his food, attentive but industrious. Amidst the spice, the tough-then-silken texture of a chunk of tofu passed his teeth and tongue, not dissimilar to the feeling of biting into a raw invertibrate.

Truly, it was delicious. He was still so hungry.

After the spice became too much to bear, he gulped down the half-chewed meat still in his mouth, and washed it down with the remainder of the soda in his cup. Regardless of the churning in his stomach, he filled another glass.

It was only after a pause did the burp from this sip make itself heard— Jade's eyes went wide as it lurched up his gullet; he had somehow managed to forget this effect of soda whilst digging into his solid food.

All of his swallowed food was safe inside him, though his stomach still prickled with what must be more gas. Seized by an impulse in a way most uncharacteristic of how he acted on the outside, he took another vast swig of his drink. It simply added to the sparkling pressure inside him. This was an endurance test, after all.

As Jade ate, his body began to show signs of the exertion. His face was hot, and his nose required frequent dabs with his napkin, having begun to run.

Finally, mouth opened to take in another searing bite, a vast belch burst out of him. It would have been attractive, had it not come from such pain. Only after a moment, however, did Jade realize the pressure in his stomach had faded immensely. The thought of stuffing more sandwich into his mouth now felt painful merely for its spice level, not for the space it took up in his belly. He felt so good. Face still burning and sandwich still in hand, he slumped back in his chair, and let out a sigh. He could never be seen in public eating like this. Part of him wanted to be seen in public eating like this.

Utterly careless of looks, now, he stuffed another large bite into his mouth, followed by some soda, and let himself belch naturally right after. There was a slight gooey feeling around his mouth— extending his tongue, he cleaned off some sauce from his lips' corners.

For a moment, Jade assessed how wrong it felt to act so slovenly. A dissociative haze passed over his mind as he tried to convince himself that it was he with sauce on his face, he who was belching openly whenever his stomach so requested. As a moray eel, he had fine-tuned his manners over the years to be accepted by larger society, so acting like anything other than a polite gentleman still triggered something inside of him, telling him stop, stop, you are already enough of an outcast.

But right now, he impressed upon himself, he was blissfully alone. He was free to get full and fat and to make a mess of himself, and his clean and courteous persona would be waiting for him the next day.

After a third cupful of soda, he was more than halfway finished with the bottle. His lips, mouth, and throat felt thoroughly abused, and he was finally reaching the end of his sandwich.

"My, I've done a good job," he soothed himself, touching his belly gently. It gave a gurgle in response, and soreness bloomed from the spots where his fingered touched.

He almost missed the searing sauce and crunchy bread as the sauce-soaked final few mouthfuls went down his throat. It had been utterly delicious, but violently spicy at the same time— a meal after Jade's own heart. Jade, however, still felt fine. He had to change that.

Holding the bottle in both hands, Jade forsook the cup and chugged it straight from the neck, willing himself to take more of this beverage into him, filling him up tighter.

His belly sang with pain when he allowed himself to put the bottle down, and after a short pause, a loud, malformed burp tore up from the cool swirl of fresh liquid within him.

There it was. He felt like a balloon now, filled to the brim, no longer a person but a vessel. The spice had not worn off the inside of his mouth, and after the drink, it hurt even more. Setting the bottle down, he stood, dusted off his clothes, let up a quiet string of gurgling belches, and crawled into bed.

He let his shoulders relax as he gave a deep sigh. His stomach wailed with tightness, and it was almost hard to breathe. Poor, poor Jade, he thought to himself. Poisoned by carbonation, like a bloating curse placed upon his belly.

Tentatively, he gave his belly a touch. The pressure still hurt, but it was not violently painful. Kneading the area carefully, he realized that it almost felt good.

Blissed out by his own touch, he let himself fall into a postprandial torpor, mindlessly rubbing his gut.

—GrrRRrrUUUuoORP!—

The sound from his stomach shook him awake. He had grown more comfortable, but now all he felt was tight.

It must be...

Groggilly, Jade rose to a seated position, and immediately clapped a hand over his mouth.

He was alone, he reminded himself, and it was halfway through the gargantuan belch flowing up from his stomach that he uncovered his mouth and let it spill into the air.

Burping felt so good. The gas felt so good, so much different than his native liquid. In spite of the dry world's less savory aspects like chapped lips and lightning-quick gravity, Jade enjoyed breathing, moving through the air, and savoring the feeling of it rushing up and out through his mouth.

A second burp followed, and Jade tried to press more out, but with no success and a now only comfortably full belly, he flopped back down in bed and let out a soft sigh.

He had truly just stuffed a whole meal inside himself, hadn't he?

In the Coral Sea, it was much more common practice to snatch up whatever one could get one's hands on, and gobble it down fast. He had long since, however, adapted to savoring his food, not letting the tender softness of cooked meals lend itself to rapid consumption. He felt packed full in a way he had almost forgotten.

Lying in bed, Jade realized with regret that he was thirsty. But no, he would not drink water like his body so desperately desired. His desk was right next to him, but the pineapple soda was on the other end; he would have to forsake this comfortable position.

Letting a groan escape him, he rolled out of bed, and stumbled upright. He had inflicted this upon himself. How delicious.

All of a sudden, the contents of his stomach churned loudly, and a vast chunk of gas began spilling upwards, through his mouth and out of him. He could barely contain it; air moved so much faster than water; he gripped the back of his desk chair with one hand and clutched at his stomach with the other, letting the burp keep rolling out of him before concluding with a wet "—gUUuurrgghph...".

In that moment, Jade could barely think, he was once more just a vessel for... this. As he drew a subsequent breath it and let it out as a thick sigh, however, the food in his stomach shifted down into place, and he realized how much better he felt. Most of the painful tightness had evaporated, his insides felt warm, and the spicy taste in his mouth had dulled to a pleasant glow.

He gave his belly a prod, and a little burp came out. There were certainly more left, and he was about to put more inside himself, but he no longer had to grit his teeth against their press. The inside of his mouth bore the sweet taste of pineapple.

As he straightened up, there came a creak. He spun around to face the door, and was greeted with a familiar face. Leave it to Floyd to forgo knocking before entering Jade's room.

"Hey, Jade, was that you?" He sauntered inside and sat down on the bed, leaving Jade to close the door behind him.

"Yes," he replied, not bothering to deny it.

Floyd grinned. "I haven't heard you burp like that in ages!" His eyes fell upon the bottle, which Jade had snatched up. "Oh, are you drinkin' soda? No wonder. That stuff's so bubbly; bounces all over the place in my tummy."

Jade's eyes went wide. "This variety specifically, or—?"

"No. Soda in general." Floyd kicked his sock feet, tossing around the edges of Jade's blanket. "Feels good to let 'em out," he added.

"Indeed," Jade replied, and, sitting down at his desk, began to pour himself another glass.

He had not screwed the bottle's cap back on before an arm shot out before him. "I want some," said Floyd. "Gimme that."

"No," Jade said, reflexively hugging it close to his body. "It is mine."

Floyd froze, and Jade realized his mistake well before his brother's plaintive puppy-dog gaze spread slowly into a malicious smile. "Whaaat," squealed Floyd, "are you tryyying to make yourself belch? You hate soda; you've told me that a zillion times. And—" He sniffed the air. "—spicy stuff, too! Are you training yourself to enjoy all this? 'Course you are. You're always so serious about stuff that should be fun."

"I assure you, I am having plenty of fun."

Floyd rolled his eyes, and flopped backwards onto Jade's bed. "Sure, okay."

Crossing one leg over the other, Jade set down the bottle and began to sip demurely at his drink. "You may leave whenever, Floyd."

"No," he replied, "I wanna hear you burp again."

Jade couldn't hold in a snort of laughter, and almost fulfilled Floyd's request involuntarily before squeezing his throat shut tight. He gave a little cough. "Why?"

"Just 'cause I miss that side of you," Floyd whined.

Unsure whether to feel touched or disgusted, Jade furrowed his eyebrows. "I have always been less outgoing that you."

"Yeah, but now you're all like –Gentlemen, may I take your order?– and –I am well, thank you; how are you?– and it's... annoying."

Jade pouted. "Do I really sound like that?"

"You literally do."

Peering down into the sparkling golden depths of his soda, he sighed. "Alright," he said, "if it will earn me back my privacy—"

As Jade began to empty the cup into his mouth, Floyd sprung upright. "You're really gonna do it? Hell yeah; go Jade! It needs to be a good burp, though, otherwise I'm not gonna leave."

Exhaling roughly, Jade set the empty cup down, and tipped the bottle upside down into it. The remainder splashed out, and Jade quickly gulped the sharp, pointy liquid down.

He pressed his mouth shut, trying to let the gas condense inside his stomach. He once more felt pressurized, dizzy. Truly, how did people enjoy this?

Floyd had fixed him with a leering grin.

Jade sighed. The hefty measure of soda tumbled around impatiently inside him. "Alright," he said, and put into employ every skill he had mastered as a child –albeit underwater– for the task at hand. Rolling his stomach muscles, he jutted his lower lip outward (admittedly this part was easier with only one pair of jaws) and simply let the gas in his stomach flow out. His throat still felt raw, but the belch came up smoothly, long and deep, pure with no reflux of dinner.

After a few seconds, his gaze turned to Floyd, who seemed happy but unsurprised that the low burp was still going. In a show of defiance, Jade opened his mouth wider and squeezed his belly harder, pushing out a more ragged sound that might annoy Floyd, if he was lucky.

At last, he pressed a finger to his mouth and let the eructation finish softly into closed lips. As his stomach rejoiced in all its newfound room, Jade raised his eyebrows at Floyd.

"Was that satisfactory?"

"That was pretty good."

"That's all," Jade said. "If you want another one, I'll have to gulp air to do it."

Flipping his body up to a standing position, Floyd stretched his shoulder joints out with a crack. "Nah," he replied. "I know that look. You want me to leave, and I don't care enough to bother you any more. See you tomorrow, 'kay?"

Jade nodded. "Yes."

Floyd did not move.

"Can I help you?" said Jade.

Staring down at him, he responded in a half-focused tone of voice: "Your tummy's sticking out a li'l bit. If it's still like that tomorrow, I'm for sure gonna tease you about it."

Jade turned, and used his arms to cover his belly, feeling a furious warm-blooded blush creep up his face. He almost gave a scathing remark about how he did not want him examining his body in such a way, but reconsidered. Truly, it should not be any different from saying he had a new haircut, or had gained a bit of muscle on his shoulders, even less personal because of how short-lived his... condition was. Now, Jade could only wonder— what kind of person would he be comfortable with pointing out that his belly was swollen with food? ...And why?

"Hehe, Jaaade," he said. "Are you seriously acting shy about eating and drinking a lot? Come on. Don't be so boring. Eventually we'll go back home together, and there'll be times where we just gotta dig into whatever we can catch. You've already eaten it; no use gettin' all protective over the food now."

Jade blinked. "Ah! Yes, silly me. I was... seized by a moment's possessiveness over my completed meal; indeed."

"Whatever." Finally, Floyd turned and drifted out of the room, shoving his feet back in his shoes before closing the door to the hallway.

In a truly shy manner, Jade gave his belly a pat. Contrary to what he had told Floyd, this lurched a small belch out of him, and he resolved to rubbing his tender, warm stomach for the next short while.

He could do this lying down. The gas would not come up quite as easily, but he was sleepy, and he had earned some rest. Crawling back into bed, he kneaded his fingers into his guts, moving the food around within.

No, no, no, he thought. He had absolutely no desire for anyone else's fingers to do this work. His own were enough. To be touched this way by another, that would feel... invasive. His family most certainly was not allowed to, so who else could?

Rubbing firmly, he let out a small braap of a burp. Nobody could coax burps out of Jade like this. Nobody could push him to his limits, watch with pride as his stomach filled with burning spice and swirling bubbles. Nobody could admire the slight bloat he had achieved. Nobody was allowed to. Only Jade.

#moray writes #burping #please do not tag with any inc*st ship related tags #anyway jades loosely implied crush at the end. can be anyone else #obvs i wrote it with j4de/4zul in mind because i have brainrot but you can read his denial as being j4de/yuu or any other of ur choice :O #N.E.Way im not entirely satisfied with the language in this fic so perhaps sometime in the future ill come back to it and hammer it a lilbit #in the meantime i want to publish it here + enrich my blog

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