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Astarion & Scratch: Compromising for Tav Affection
This idea is entirely from @nairil-daeris and it's so cute!
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Despite what some may have believed, Astarion wasn't that against associating with animals. He was actually a fan of a few of them, cats mainly considering their penance for cleanliness and independence. Not to mention they were admittedly adorable. And stood as the one type of beast that Astarion never feasted upon.
So no, he didn't hate animals in principle. He only hated a select few, with reason. Like the type that could rip him apart with their claws and fangs. Or the ones that thought that rolling around in their own filth was a worthwhile pastime. All and all, creatures that Astarion didn't have to deal with on the regular. Or at least not until now.
But here he was, stuck in the middle of fucking nowhere, with his ragtag group of merry weirdos. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate his own acceptance into your little group. He did, immensely. By the look of things out here in this hellscape, he probably would have been murdered ten times over if he had remained alone. Or gods forbid, become a goblin's chew toy.
So while he had no intentions of leaving, he was still frustrated. Especially with the pretty little druid that quickly became their de facto leader. Astarion had been vaguely aware that druids had an intense love for nature and all of its creatures. But that hadn't prepared him for how unreasonable that love could be. It felt as though you would take literally every opportunity you had to speak to any lowly pest on the side of the road.
Not to mention your insistence on taking care of a damned owlbear cub, which was an objectively stupid thing to do. Something that he should have fought you on harder but... he wasn't made of stone. The thing was objectively adorable. Even if it was almost certainly destined to grow up and try to kill you all, Astarion kept his mouth mostly shut.
But then came the dog. That god-damned dog. How a singular mutt could make his life so damn difficult, Astarion wasn't sure. But he did know that he was trying to enact a well-thought out plan. Seduce you, foster a protective affection that was strong enough for you to always want him alive, perhaps use you to defeat Cazador if the parasites proved strong enough, and then effectively abandon you for a new life of freedom.
It was all very simple, and he had gotten a great head start. You had spent the last few weeks flirting with each other, always staying close. You gravitated towards each other, a fact that felt more natural than Astarion would have liked. But... he had found himself enjoying his time with you, genuinely. Not that it mattered, but it was definitely a plus for his plan. Being with you was far from unbearable. You were attractive, sweet, a little angel just begging to be corrupted. A job that Astarion was growing excited to start.
He had been so, so close to fully propositioning you, completely confident that you would agree. And then Scratch happened. He hadn't thought much of it when you came across the little mutt. Maybe it would stay with the corpse of its owner or it would be another hanger-on like the owl bear. He hadn't had a horse in the race either way.
But then he did show up to the camp, looking so sad and dejected that even Astarion couldn't be bothered that his arrival completely interrupted his first attempt at asking you to bed. He had watched you pet and whisper to him for the rest of the night, providing a comfort that only a druid could.
Which was fine. Or at least it had been for that one night. That one night that kept repeating. Because suddenly, that damned dog was everywhere. The quiet nights the two of you had together by the fire, talking about anything and everything with your thighs pressed together now included Scratch squeezing himself into the middle.
The orchestrated moves he would do to make you blush, like removing a non-existent speck from your cheek with his thumb or leaning in close to remove a leaf from your hair, were getting harder and harder to pull off. The damned mongrel was always there, and any attempts Astarion took to get close to you Scratch used as an invitation to jump all over him. If he had it to wash his face of dog slobber one more time from the crime of trying to hold your hand, he was going to go ballistic.
And there was zero reprieve. The thing went with you everywhere, even in the most perilous of situations. Worst of all, it actually proved to be useful. Astarion had no idea where the thing was trained, but it was incredibly smart. Smart enough to serve as a perfect distraction when needed, while being clever and fast enough to never get himself killed. He could even function as a spy, considering how you could make sense of all of his whining and barking. And worst of all, the little beast was amazing at thievery, with nothing more than his mouth. No one suspected the adorable dog to be the one stealing your coin purse right off of your belt. He was completely inconspicuous, perhaps even more so than Astarion. A fact that... was not sitting well.
How on earth was he being outclassed by a fucking dog? One that he had no valid arguments to leave behind at camp.
And to top it all off, you even slept with it. You slept with both animals, usually huddled up in a pile beneath the stars. How you managed to not stink of dog breath and owlbear saliva in the morning, Astarion would never know.
How was he supposed to make you fall for him like this? In the past two weeks since you'd attached yourself completely to the thing, doting on him constantly. He had only managed to sleep with you once. The night of the celebration over the goblin slaughter, and what a lovely night it had been. But that was only because Scratch and the cub had been sufficiently distracted by all of the enamored tiefling children. The next night it was back to the same.
And Astarion was not willing to let the night you had together go as a one night stand. Maybe it wasn't necessary. It had become clear that you cared for him, you cared for all of them. Enough to put yourself in danger for every party member's protection. A strong friendship would probably do him just as good as a romance. But... that didn't feel like enough. He didn't want it to be enough. For reasons that he was not going to start examining now.
No, for now he was just focused on getting past your slobbery bodyguard. But he knew better than to bring it up to you directly. You were far too infatuated with the pup to see his side of things.
Gale had made a singular comment on a slight frustration over having to wait around for Scratch to sniff nearly everything he came into contact with, and that had ended in you giving him a half-hour lecture on the importance of understanding one's surroundings. Shadowheart had mentioned, once, just once, that perhaps it was time to start looking for a more appropriate family for the dog, and that had led to you giving her the cold shoulder for days.
No, if he was going to get more time alone with you Astarion would have to try other means. Which had led him here, swinging back a Potion of Animal Speaking with a grimace. It tasted oddly grassy, like he had just swallowed blended up lawn shavings. But he didn't have time to grouse over the taste, not when you were thoroughly distracted with talking about druid mythology with Halsin, Scratch left conveniently alone to dig holes in the back of camp.
And that was where Astarion was going. Because if he couldn't reason with you, perhaps he could reason with the mutt itself.
Part of him could not quite believe that he had to resort to speaking with a dog to further this relationship, but here he was.
Astarion stopped in front of him, swallowing back a grimace at how the thing was digging dirt directly on his shoes. Instead, he smiled down at it, his voice only slightly strained when he asked, "Can you understand me?"
Scratch stopped his digging, opting to sit and stare up at him, an oddly humanoid voice answering, "Yes."
Huh, so that's how this spell worked. It was a little disconcerting to hear a human voice from a dog's mouth, but he would make do. Astarion cautiously sat next to him, perching on a nearby log as he tried to keep a pleasant smile on his face, "Good. How are you?"
Scratch stared at him, his head cocked, "The dirt tastes good here. I like that."
That was... Astarion didn't know. It was his own fault for trying to make small talk with an animal. He cut straight to the point, "That's great to hear. Now, would you mind doing me a favor tonight?"
Astarion had never had a dog narrow its eyes at him before, but that's exactly what Scratch did, "What is it?"
"Nothing serious," Astarion tried to reassure, "I was just hoping that perhaps you and the cub could sneak off for a night so Tav and I could spend some time together-"
"No," Scratch interrupted circling the ground three times before laying down, his eyes still on Astarion.
"Excuse me?" Astarion shot back, his true annoyance shining straight through his voice, "It's not exactly much to ask for! It's one night-"
"I don't trust you around them," The dog said simply, "I think you're going to hurt them."
Well that was just offensive. Ever since this little brat's arrival Astarion had barely had a chance to drink from you. And the times he did he was perfectly in control. Not including the first time of course.
"I'll have you know that not every vampire is some hellish demon with no self-control," Astarion bit out, only the slightest bit amused at himself for being reduced to defending his own disgusting kind, "And why pray tell, would I hurt one of the only reasons I'm still alive."
Scratch shook his head, one eye closed like this conversation was boring him, "Not that kind of hurt. The inside kind, that makes people cry. I don't want them to cry."
That was-Astarion didn't-how in the hells could a dog see through him that easily?
"I have no intention of hurting them," Astarion lied. Or at least he thought it was a lie. It felt... uncomfortably true when spoken allowed, "I just want to have a little fun, that's all. Don't you think they've earned that?"
"Not with you. You don't like them enough," Scratch sighed, "I like Gale more. Or Wyll. Karlach too. They can have fun with them instead."
That was it. Astarion was going to wring this little shit's neck. But before he could give into his more violent impulses, he could hear your voice, calling out to the current root of all of his problems.
Scratch bounded up, his tail already wagging as he started to trot over. But before he fully did he turned around, giving Astarion a once over, "If you can prove you like them, then I'll consider it."
And just like that he was off, running to your side while leaving a stunned Astarion in his wake. Did... did he just get verbally annihilated by a damn dog? How was he supposed to go on after this? Not to mention he was actually thinking about what the creature said. It sounded like a challenge, one that Astarion was suddenly pissed enough to take up.
If the little shithead wanted sincerity, then he would get it. And that's how Astarion found himself willingly opening up more. Even if it had to be in front of the damn dog. He told you more about Cazador, the horrors and tribulations he had endured through centuries. He told you of his regrets, the things he missed the most about being a mortal. He even told you the truth about that first night that you let him drink from your neck. That... that you were the first. How good it had felt to have what he had been denied for so long. And he was rewarded with his honesty. He got to learn more and more about you in turn. Your family, your home, where you incessant love for nature derived from. He was starting to slowly become a Tav-expert, suddenly hungry for every bit of information that he could procure.
They were long conversations, long enough to last well into the night. And for Astarion to be exhausted enough to just... fall asleep in the first available location. Which just so happened to always be in the pile of creatures you liked to sleep with. Though, Astarion had to admit after experiencing it himself, it was oddly pleasant to be surrounded by the warm, furry little headaches.
As for the two of you, things were slowly progressing in regards to his plan. A plan that he continually kept conveniently forgetting about. You were together now at the least, even if Scratch hardly ever let you have a night alone. But you cuddled and kissed, called each other pet names and the like. And... it was nice. Perhaps even too nice. Because Astarion was starting to... feel things that he'd prefer to not.
He was getting too attached, too close. The idea of sex didn't even seem to matter anymore, let alone the idiocy of trying to convince a dog to help him in that department. He was knowing too much of you, and the fact that he seemed to adore everything he saw only made it worse. And then the two of you managed to kill that demon, getting more and more information about Cazador. You risked so much for him, and were willing to risk so much more. He couldn't take it anymore.
He had told you the next night, everything. His plan, his past, how easy it was to revert back into new tricks. But he didn't want that with you. Maybe he never did. He wanted something real, and by the gods above you wanted the same thing. He had half expected you to dump him completely after that little speech. But... you didn't. Instead you hugged him, comforted him for trying and failing to betray your trust. It was a kindness he didn't deserve, but one that he would gladly accept.
Everything felt easier after that. Yes there were still countless horrors hanging over your heads but... he had you. And with you he was starting to think he could get through anything.
Even Halsin's insistent flirting. He was watching you both now as you helped him nurse a dying sapling to health, his eyes tracking Halsin's every move as he pretended to read. While he trusted you more than anything, fully aware that you would never stray, it didn't stop the paranoia. Just one other aspect of being in a real relationship that he hadn't seen coming. Turns out, it involved being terrified of losing it all. Especially to handsome, bulky elf druids.
But before he could fret over it any longer, he felt a tugging on his pant leg. He glanced down, his brow furrowing when he saw Scratch there, his tail wagging and his tongue lolling out.
"What the hell do you want?" Astarion asked, his words completely unmatching his actions as he scratched him behind the ears. Don't get him wrong, he still at least semi-loathed the creature but... he's also not quite sure he would have gotten to this point without his intervention. So a reluctant appreciation for his existence it was.
Scratch continued to paw at his leg, a low whine in his throat as he cocked his head to the right. Astarion followed the motion, only getting more confused when he realized he was trying to point to another potion.
Astarion sighed as he picked it up, “What? You want me to understand a new dressing down speech?”
Scratch continued to wag his tail, letting out a happy bark as a confirmation. As much as Astarion would prefer to not spend an evening getting lectured by a dog, he was more than a little curious to see what he had to say.
He swallowed it down, grimacing at the taste as he wiped his mouth, “Okay, out with it. What do you want?”
"I like you now," Scratch said excitedly, prancing back and forth in front of him, "And they like you too. Do you like them?"
In moments like this, Astarion really did wish he had the heart of stone that he pretended to carry. Because the unexpected approval from a random pup was suddenly making him feel almost teary eyed. Or it was the bitter taste of the potion, but either way the innocent words were making his heart ache pleasantly.
Astarion swallowed, smiling down at him, “I like them very much. More than anyone before. And I’m starting to think you might not be so bad either.”
Scratch sat in front of him, resting his head in his lap as his tail wagged, a goofy smile on his adorable face, “It’s because I’m a good boy. They tell me so all the time. Are we friends now? We are right?”
“Yeah,” Astarion smiled as he ran a hand through his white coat, his eyes drifting over to you. You were watching them, grinning ear to ear with a hand over your heart, nearly moments away from swooning. He looked back down at the dog, his smile only widening, “We’re going to be great friends.”
#astarion#astarion x reader#baldur's gate 3#astarion x tav#scratch#i made him love the dog#how could i not#how can you not#some bitches are just too intense about their animals#it's me#im bitches#i can't believe i made him talk to the dog#goofy#the best boy#you'll pry my long posts out of my cold dead hands
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You know Henriette is lowkey kind of anime (like the SuMo anime) Lusamine-core. To me
#a lot of people were frustrated obvs w the changes made to lusamine after og sumo and i def see it#and i DEF agree w it regarding ultra sumo. but i actually do kind of like the direction they took#w anime lusamine. like yeah it was a huge departure from the games. but given the context/genre of the anime#it didn't feel like a retcon? it felt more like they had to make adjustments to her to fit the very#slice of life comedy direction the sumo anime took. and there were still intense and emotional#story beats/arcs for the aether family too.#and i think the changes to lusamine actually complimented the changes to lillie#who's main conflict/struggle is her intense fear of touching pokemon due to trauma#so like! lillie is still traumatized! and for a slice of life comedy one big struggle is enough.#she didn't need an abusive controlling parent on top of that LMFAOOO (save that conflict for game lillie#esp cause in game her whole arc centers around that)#man i actually don't remember why gladion was a runaway in the anime though now that i think about it.#but like for the entire maybe one person who follows me and has the pokemon sumo/feh overlap interest#does this make sense????????? i feel like it does#i actually don't know if i have any followers who have that overlap. i feel like you're either here for feh/askr sibs specifically#or you had the misfortune of finding me in a brief bout of pokemon fixation and have discovered. oh#oh you BARELY post pokemon actually LMFAOOO you're just insane over some blue hair and pronouns bitch#and sharena 😇💖#fe henriette
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A scene I wanted to address, because I think we need to, because there is some understandable concern over this.
So, Aziraphale's first taste of human food... he goes pretty nuts. He eats it as fast as he can get it down. He can barely stop to breathe. And I can see why that evokes the Greedy Fat Person trope for some.
Given that Gaiman is no fan of fatphobia, I'm pretty sure that's not the intent. But I won't lean on that. I'll go further, and explain what that scene evoked for me, and see if it makes sense to anyone else.
(To preface, I'm a fat person with blood sugar problems who DOES eat like a starving animal and has 0 shame about it. So I'm not just Not Seeing It because of skinny privilege etc. To get that out of the way.)
So first off, of course, it's his first EVER attempt at eating human food. The absolute lack of moderation could be explained by that alone. But I think it's significant that it's specifically meat.
Those who are familiar with the Old Testament know what I mean when I say that God is carnivorous. It's the entire reason he was a bitch to Cain and not to Abel. The Abrahamic god was one of many at the time that accepted burnt animal offerings, before later revisions attempted to wave that away because oops, it sounds too pagan. Flesh of livestock was a common and expected offering, and burning it assured that the smell and smoke and 'essence' would rise to the heavens.
With that in mind, consider what the taste of meat would do to an angel. What it might awaken in them, the first of God's creations?
Maybe it's the monster-lover in me, but I didn't see a fat man gobbling food. I saw an inhuman ancient entity of immense power that only disguises itself as a man, briefly succumbing to a primal and Earthly urge. It wasn't comical to me. It was almost frightening, in a very intentional way. Rarely do we see through the human guise in this series, see just how eldritch these ethereal beings really are, especially Aziraphale. But here he is, ripping almost uncontrollably into the flesh of another life-form with ominous music and thunder overlying the whole scene, and a demon staring at him with intense satisfaction and fascination throughout.
That's what I took from it. If I had to guess, I'd say that's closer to the intent. Again, partly from knowing the author, but also from the way the scene is shot. We're watching an angel partake in literal pleasures of the flesh for the first time, taking formerly living matter into his body. I can totally vibe with Crowley's reaction, tbh.
#go s2 spoilers#good omens#I know we know they're not human but I think the implications of that are often missed#and I think it's VERY significant to understanding the tone of this scene
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Traffic/Life series roster as dinosaurs
A lot of these don't make for very good hybrids unless you wanna get into freaky territory or full on centaur but... Hope it's a fun scroll nonetheless!
Grian - Novialoidea
A small birdie... The name also means "New wings" which I find fun. New lives and death games to be part of, new wings to accompany him... (Honorable mention to "Shuvuuia" the "desert bird" who unfortunately is not a pterosaur (doesn't fly)) (Yes we're including pterosaurs! Just using "dinosaur" as a conveient blanket term)
Tango - Aratasaurus / Pyroraptor
Fire raptor! Either works just fine and Tango as a skittery little raptor is perfect for a creature like him
Scar - Apatosaurus
"Deceptive Lizard" harkening back to Scar's scamming tendencies. Though I've always liked the idea of him being some larger gentler animal in any hybrid scenario and a long-neck fits the bill well. He can poke his nose into people's conversations easily to start marketing something useless to them and swishes his tail to ward off anyone who's about to stop him
Impulse - Nasutoceratops
Ren - Regaliceratops
Horns. COOL horns. I don't know what else you want from me ceratopses are just way too awesome. Nasutoceratops is a wicked cool dinosaur for having its horns point so forward much like a bull and I for one can jive with some Impulse bull symbolism. Bulls are often viewed as strong, sturdy and loyal, traits also assigned to Impulse a LOT of the time. But though he IS intensely loyal in many cases (+ Ceratopses are also known for how they defend their own!), and he's not very outward about the following traits, he can get quite petty and bitchy and hold grudges. Still, you don't think of that when you look at him and he seems to agree! Eg him feeling like he should be accepted into Cleo's alliance in 3rd life without actually proving himself when Cleo was rightfully hesitant, at which Impulse more or less rolled his eyes. And him proclaiming "betrayal!" when killed by Bdubs when their alliance was as firm as a rat's tail
(And I feel the need to point this out too just in case: "bulls are also known for their temper" yeah but they're not like that! Bulls like many animals become defensive when exposed to aggravating behavior or movement! Which you could work into Impulse's grudge holding and intense loyalty...? I don't know enough about him sorry but do with that what you will)
Regaliceratops! Regal!! Crown shaped frill!!! Need I say more?
Gem - Therizinosaurus
Theris are so bad bitch coated to me and I would love to have one as my wife I mean um I couldn't decide on a less generic specimen so Gem can just be a Theri! A herbivore - often associated with the belief that herbivores are gentle passive creatures, but far from it, especially with Gem! She bares her claws like it's no one's business
Martyn - Stygmoloch
A Pachy with a tough head and a tendency to bonk people - I think it fits Martyn's tendency to perpetuate drama haha. The Stygmoloch's name though more or less translates to "demon of the styx river", the river of the underworld representing loathing of death. To me this makes sense with all the watcher lore (that I have a hard time understanding but whatever!!) especially with how Martyn became in LL. The watchers themselves don't loathe death (??) of course. They're death games. But someone within the game trying to stay alive and win? Probably loathes the idea of themselves dying. I have no clue what Im saying
Pearl - Carnotaurus
Ok maybe a hot take not to make her into a pteradon or even a raptor with wing-like features but those just didn't fit that well in my opinion. Rather I wanted her to have some kind of horn motif in place of her wings as visual symbolism for her character. I'd like to imagine her having fine horns, to then have them damaged (one broken off) and simultaneously the other more grown out. Think of how domesticated goats for example have their horns trimmed. I think human hybrids with horns would do the same to keep them from becoming a bother but Pearl would neglect to after her heartbreak in DL. I was heavily considering the Diabloceratops for this, especially because of the name (Devil horned face - good ostracizing material) but Pearl strikes me a lot more as a carnivore and there are only two horned carnivores out there so... Carnotaurus it is haha. And even now I'm making her horns unrealistically big but.... We can suspend some belief
BigB - Oryctodromeus
"Digging Runner"! I've already talked plenty of why BigB is very rabbit behavior to me and my reasons for assigning this burrowing dinosaur to him are similar. Tldr he is fidgety and cautious yet clever and constantly buries himself underground
Lizzie - Anurognathidae
I don't even fucking know man it made me think of Lizzie and then I wasn't able to assign anything else to her. Lizzie often claims to be confused and if any dinosaur looks to be in a perpetual state of confusion then its this one. I know a lot of people like to portray Lizzie as a butterfly also so there you go, wings!!! And it's quite cat-like too for those who like to draw her as a cat
Mumbo - Leinkupal
I really struggled with Mumbo... So many different dinos fit him imo but I figured it should be at least something moderately large (so "Technosaurus" was out of the question lol). Then I rediscovered this dinosaur whose name translates to "vanishing family" and then I thought about LL and SL and how Mumbo went out quickly after the initial death/s and left a very felt absence in someone's alliance and then I became really emotional and forgot what I was doing
Joel - Nodocephalosaurus
Bdubs - Psittacosaurus
"Knob Headed Lizard"
Joel as an Ankylosaur has been stuck in my head from day one of assigning dinosaurs to the Lifers and I'm frustrated that I can't truly explain why. You'd view an Ankylosaur as a slow and docile creature, even compared to other herbivores, but...
1. Maybe not so much nowadays, I don't know what non-dino nerds think, but I feel like ankylosaurs were largely believed to be HUGE back in the day, much like velociraptors, when in reality they're not that big. The Nodocephalosaurus is especially small even among other ankylosaurs. But, well, we all know what Joel loves to say about himself
2. Joel is or likes to make himself look well in control, just as ankylosaurs have little to worry about as far as predators go. Especially in earlier series where he was content basing mostly by himself. It's always when things get dire and he enters his red life that he becomes very impulsive and erratic like an ankylosaur flipped on its back
3. I know there's a distinction between Traffic Joel and Empires Joel and whatever other Joel but... Even in death games his more charitable traits shine through here and there. He really becomes a dangerous rascal for a large majority of the time and he's very good at it, he's not putting on a mask or anything, but I like to remember that underneath that tough spiky armor is gentleness and caring. His care towards Lizzie and Pearl and Etho etc etc
4. The image of Joel as a hell of a spiky creature is just really fun to me. Yet heavy and blunt ones! And someone once proposed the idea of him having a club tail but having chiselled it to be sharp to mirror him being a menace. (Added benefit also that it's lighter that way haha) To me he's always been an obvious heavy hitter rather than stealthy or particularly creative etc. Him as a carnivore just doesn't work as well for me
The name bares no fitting meaning but when I look at Bdubs I think of Psittaco. All other species close to it in looks are already ceratopsians and we have like... 3 of those already lol. Im sorry Bdubs you look so stupid
Cleo - Lythronax
There's so few predators in this roster lol oops, but Cleo deserves to be an apex one! The name translates to "Gore King" because you know, zombies... and you know, Cleo is very king so true. If any of the Lifers should be able to boast rows of razor sharp teeth to gore others it should be ZombieCleo
Scott - Theiophytalia
I've been really struggling with Scott but how about the dinosaur whose name translates to "Belonging to the garden of Gods". There's only one known specimen of this species and it's an Iguanadon looking dinosaur which I think a lot of people would regard as the most basic, possibly boring type of dinosaur (if it weren't for the Allosaurus which already takes the title of "basic straight white guy") but that further fits Scott imo. It's always been a strong point of appeal to me how MUCH there is to his character that so often goes under the radar or unexplored, and how he's very often portrayed as just some handsome looking guy as opposed to a hybrid etc. He's not at all extravagant yet has mastered his craft of bending fate in his favor, he so often has things perfectly under his control just as he wants them, etc... reflective of the name "Theiophytalia" even if you wouldn't think such a dinosaur to sport one of the most prolific names a dinosaur can have. Also garden something something flower husbans. Basically whatever Bree's take on Scott is lol. I don't wanna blab for 5 paragraphs about that blue mf here but. I hope this makes sense
Jimmy - Yinlong
I struggled with this mf the most because he's another very hashtag deep character. I felt really bad to remove his bird motifs completely because the canary is so essential to him, but a raptor nor a pteradon fit my image of him at all. I spent so much time looking into various species but it just aint it, but Yinlong was possibly quilled and we can still cover him in feathers, even if he has nothing close to wings haha... BUT ANYWAY. Yinlong is a small kind of pathetic looking dinosaur, and Jimmy definitely isn't small but he'd sure be made to feel that way. Yinlong translates to "Hidden Dragon" however, a rather thought-provoking name for such a dinosaur. Given his character, it sure does feel like there's a soul of a dragon laying dormant somewhere in him, buried by all the self deprecation and curse labels. Honorable mention to Tianyulong, a very similar dinosaur who was named after a museum, but "Tianyu" also translates to peace and content. Something that Jimmy can't yet but deserves to be
Etho - undefined raptor
Already made a loong post about raptor Etho haha which I assume yall have seen since the support towards that post is the only reason I'm even making this post
Skizz - Olorotitan
"Titanic Swan" close enough to an angel right. I feel the whole angel thing is a bit overdone when Skizz can become a malicious little creature every now and then, but swans much like angels do get viewed as beautiful and taken as symbolism of love. Much like Skizz is largely viewed as an angel and often as someone who can do no wrong. But mostly I wanted Skizz to be a hadrosaur/duck-billed dinosaur, because those are dinosaurs known for their speculated vocalizations. And what is Skizz good at? Talking and voicing his love and appreciation? Yeah? Yeah... I'm so sorry Skizz btw this hybrid idea does not work out
Again, a lot of these don't work so well as hybrids... Some like the long-neck ones I cant imagine to have more than a spiky spine back and a tail, but! These picks aren't based on hybrid potential but rather what I think genuinely fits. I did really work on this all day looking through a bunch of dinosaurs and research haha, but I do love dinosaurs a lot... If you disagree with any hey thats cool! Feel free to give me your opinions if you've any and I hope this was fun to scroll through regardless
#oh boy here we go with the tags#grian#tangotek#impulsesv#rendog#I feel bad tagging these Im not gonna tag them all alright forgive me#zombiecleo#joel smallishbeans#geminitay#ldshadowlady#ok thats more than enough forgive me traffic gods#trafficblr#but also blabber?#rendog is my fave... and Joel but I have ankylosaur bias#ankylosaurus best animal sorry to every other animal#oh and Gem of course haha....... Theris are so cool man#second best animal#tubby art
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Who’s your Future Spouse ? Detailed 18+ reading
Hey y’all! It’s been so long since I made a intuitive post but I’m back! This reading is all about who you are going to marry or just be in a committed relationship with.
Disclaimer: please know that this is just a general reading and for entertainment purposes only. We all have free will so take what resonates and leave the rest.
Now take 3 deep breaths. Pick which animal you feel called too. If it’s more than one then that’s okay.
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Physically: deep round light brown or hazel eyes(prominent feature) have a youthful face. Small build, lightweight muscular, light brown shaggy hair and beard. Big smile, there’s something noticeable about their hands so it can be a tattoo, a scar or birth mark. Wears casual clothes especially sweaters
Personality: chilled laid back person. They’re more on the introvert side but loves to talk once they’re comfortable with you. I feel like their low key nerdy, like for example,you wouldn’t expect them to be huge Star Wars nerds first talking them until they reveal they own collectibles😅. I wouldn’t call this person a stoner per say but they don’t mind hitting a blunt every once in a blue moon😅they also love nature and I’m seeing a hiking bag so they could have an adventure side to them as well. I feel like some of you all are interested in astrology and they’re going to love hearing you teach them about it. Im hearing they love Greek mythology. This person loves learning things as well. They’re readers. This person gives me Taurus and Gemini vibes. They love food especially street food. They’re not confrontational but they will step up if need be “I’m not with the drama but don’t get it twisted, I got these hands.” Is what I heard. If you ever seen the tv show euphoria, your person reminds me of Fez a little bit lol.
Career hobbies: im hearing they love jogging or running. They love to paint as well. Im hearing they don’t have career per say but they do have ambitions. Im hearing freelance or one day owning some type of business (im seeing a gym) I do want to point out that this is the current energy they are in so when you 2 actually meet, they may be established in their chosen field
Sexually: very sensual in bed, they love the late night cuddles and conversations after y’all have sex. They don’t mind doing it whenever but at the same time they’re not in a rush either. Very chilled person like I said. they have a nice butt. If you’re interested in men then their 🍆 is long and slightly curved. If your interested in woman, they may have some hair down there
Astrological: Mercury, Taurus, Gemini, some Sagittarius as well
Letters: D, M, L, Y (First, Middle, Last name) or nick name
Overall your person sounds dope too me deer pile, I hope you enjoyed your reading
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Physically: fine as hell! intimidating look at first. May have resting bitch face😅 I’m hearing covered in tattoos, they love tribal and quote type of tattoos. They have an intense stare, they can see your soul type of stare. They’re tall and muscular, they take care of their body. They have deep dimples that you can see when they’re talking. They’re very confident but not arrogant with it. Here’s the the thing, they’re attractive and they know it😅 they dress nice and love to wear suites or athletic wear. Classy gentleman vibes. They have dark brown panther type eyes, google panther eyes and that’s how your Fs stares at you🔥clean cut hair but when it grows out, it’s really curly. They’re not really a smiley type person but when they do, their smile lights up a room.
Personality: “all my life I’ve had to fight” is what I heard. I’m going to be honest here and say that y’all Fs has been through some traumatic things in their life!! This is why they carry this tough, intimidating persona, it’s a defense mechanism. The have a hard time opening up to people due to past betrayals especially with lovers. The good news is that they’ve been working on some healing. I do feel like when they meet you, they’re going to really start taking their healing seriously because they want to be the best person they can be for you🥹they’re very protective of loved ones as well not just physically but emotionally as well. “If someone hurts you, then I’m hurting them real talk” is what I heard. Your person sort of reminds me of Jax Teller from sons of anarchy. The bad boy /bad girl with heart of gold type of vibe. They’re big romantics as well, loves date nights and very funny. Sort of a jokester (especially dirty jokes)
Career/hobbies: they love working out, playing cards, camping, traveling is a big one Im seeing. They’re very proud of their family roots; I’m hearing Italian descent. So they may love traveling their family ancestral place. For career, they work in some corporate type of work. Hence why their wearing suits a lot lol. I’m hearing entrepreneurs so they may own a business. They love this type of work because it’s competitive and they’re competitive lol
Sexually: Whew Chile!! I hope you guys have lots of stamina because this person is very sexual omg! Your Fs works a lot so when they do have time for you they want to do everything with and too you. Now I’m blushing🫣 they’re open to do all positions. They’re favorite is missionary, not because they’re boring but because they want to look you deep in your eyes while they’re in you👀, they trying to snatch your soul and you’re going to let them. I heard “Make you lose your breath with each stroke” There’s a deep spiritual connection between you 2 so the sex is fire and otherworldly. They love to go down on you as well. If you’re interested in men/masc then they have a big 🍆, if you’re interested in women (fem) then they have nice breast.
Astrological: Mars, Aries, Capricorn with some Libra energy
Letters; T, V, D, B (first, middle, last name) or nickname
Well that was hot pile 2, I need a drink of water after that😂 I hope you enjoyed it tigers
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Physically: I’m hearing this person has a very gentle aura about them. They feel like a warm fireplace with hot cocoa during a winter storm. I feel so relaxed. They’re medium height. Pillsbury doughboy just came to my head so they might be on fluffy side which is good for cuddling. Round face and brown curly hair and beard. Watery blue eyes, they may wear glasses(im not sure if it’s for reading or everyday use) big hands and feet😜, they love to wear sports jerseys. They have dimples and you can really see them when they laugh. They also have rosey cheeks and they blush a lot
Personality: this person is very shy, I’m having a hard time picking things up about them because they’re so hesitant. They may have been bullied growing up so it’s hard to open for them.🥹 They’re very much homebodies but don’t mind going out every now and then. They’re very much in a bubble and only those that’s in this bubble with them can see their true personality. I am hearing that they love watching and discussing movies. They’re great listeners. They’re more of a listener than a talker but they will carry a convo with you. They love their family, especially their mom. Very protective over them. Their a very family oriented person. Im sorry y’all, I’m not getting much here, their very private person.
Career/hobbies:watching and discussing movies, loves to cook (that was a big thing I received from y’all Fs) , watching sports. For career Im hardly getting jack squat😅Im only picking up on writer so they could be that
Sexually; very emotional connection when having sex. They’re pleasures rather than receivers. Your Fs sees sex as a bonding experience more than just a “hey let’s have sex” type of way if that makes sense. I’m not going to go furthur because they’re so private and shy compared to the other piles. I want to respect that. I’m hearing “I promise I’ll do my best to make sure they’re pleased.”
Astrological : Moon and Venus. Cancer, Pisces Aquarius and some taurus energy
Letters: B,R,A, D, H (first, middle, last name) or nickname
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random headcanons
velvet & veneer
pretty self explanatory. i needed someplace to dump all these stupid little thoughts. also, as the younger sibling of an older sister, these are all just me self projecting our relationship <3
- vel is mildly dyslexic and it’s been a sensitive topic for her entire life (yet she still makes fun of veneer for not being able to do math)
- veneer had both of his ears pierced, but his left ear eventually closed up cus he doesn’t wear his earring on that side (ifykyk)
- velvet’s anger issues has made her throw things at veneer on multiple occasions
“do you remember that time i accidentally hit you and you threw that moisturizer container at my head?”
“…..”
- both had a very intense phase where they were obsessed with pokémon, specifically, team rocket
- jesse and james were both of their gay awakenings
- velvet always used to practice painting nails and doing makeup on veneer, that they never really grew out of it (she still does it for him <3)
- they never apologized to each other properly after getting upset with each other
“…you hungry?”
“…yeah. i’ll go with you to check the fridge.”
- strangely enough, vel asks to sleep in her brother’s bed if they don’t have anything going on the next day
- vel is one of them VIOLENT ASS SLEEPERS who kicks everything within radius, and her feet are always cold as fuck
“vel… vel, stop kicking me… v-velvet, YOUR FEET ARE COLD!”
- but ven is a blanket hog so they hate sleeping in the same bed but still do it cause it’s oddly comforting for them both
“veneer, it’s cold, bro… give me the- STOP TAKING THE BLANKET!”
- for some reason, they’re always coming at each other’s taste
- “i really don’t know what you see in ritz.”
“yeah? well, at least i didn’t fall for a random fan from the crowd.”
“BITCH-“
- their favorite places as kids were costco and ikea (don’t ask i just have a feeling)
- vel needed glasses as a kid, but she always hated how they looked on her, so she never wore them. ever. her eyesight is still lowkey shit.
- they both took violin and cello lessons as kids, but they thought it was mad boring and left (they don’t remember a single thing about it)
- velvet will fuck up a raw ass steak (so raw that you might as well give her an entire fucking cow), eating it with her bare hands like a wild animal
- as kids, they always talked about bailing each other out if one got arrested (but they both got arrested so that’s out the window 😻)
- “ugh, orange is so not my color.”
“girl, fuck you mean? you look better than all the bitches here.”
- ritz and orchid always go together to visit their criminal lovers in prison
- vel hates the feeling of gel, but does it for the aesthetic (veneer hates it too)
- veneer got his drivers license after vel, but she gets the WORSTTT road rage, so he doesn’t trust her and drives them everywhere
- vel has literally almost stabbed her brother with her sharp crown thingy
- veneer constantly asks his sis what he should wear because he’s too scared of being insulted
- both of their retinas have been burned by all the flashing cameras
- surprisingly, most of vel’s high school homecoming dates were men. nobody except veneer even knew she was a girl kisser until she turned sixteen
- they have matching robes. for sure.
- veneer is a shopping addict ( velvet carries his bags every time cus she thinks his complaining is annoying )
“ugh, my arms-“
“shut up. give me your bags.”
- vel had a giant ass rottweiler when they were in middle school that always scared the shit out of veneer, so that’s why he was so fucking scared of rhonda (velvet’s dog was really sweet tho 😢)
- ven coughs so hard from inhaling too much of vel’s perfume
- vel has a crippling fear of heights and veneer is the same with small spaces
- veneer is terrified of horror movies, and vel tells him to stop being a pussy (one jumpscare and you’ll see her clinging onto her brother)
- vel laughs her ass off every time her brother is mad because she can’t take his twink ass seriously
- these two turn into monsters when it comes to nintendo games (specifically mario kart)
- vel had the nintendo switch and ven had the nintendo lite
- they bought two so that they could have separate animal crossing islands, but ended up living on the same one anyways
- veneer loves the little clink that his shoes make
- never let either of them near cinnamon rolls. ever. (their asses will demolish entire buildings for that stuff)
i’ll probably add more to these later on, so watch out! i’m working on the requests, so watch out for those too!
#trolls band together#trolls 3#velvet and veneer#velvet trolls#veneer trolls#fanfic#fanfiction#headcanons#funny shit#dumb headcanons#random ass post#lesbian#lgbtq#gay
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Late Nights
! Pairings ,' Bff!Ellie x Street Racer!Reader
! CW ,' a little angst, a little fluff, situationship things
! words ,' 0.7k
! synopsis ,' You and your best friend Ellie aren’t made for relationships, but that doesn’t stop the lingering touches and kisses (Modern AU)
! song ,' Heat Waves - Glass Animals
"Sometimes all I think about is you"
! AN ,' I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT BUT I WAS OUT YESTERDAY AND HAD NO TIME TO WRITE SO THIS WAS KINDA RUSHED 😭 Kinda inspired by this video I saw on Pinterest
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“Jesus Christ I don’t have the ti-“ Ellie pauses after harshly opening her front door, eyes finding yours. You stifle a laugh, you marveled at how her anger crumbled in that instant. "Well hello to you too, Sour Mood~" you chuckled, playfully taunting the brunette. Rolling her eyes, she restrained herself from scanning you from head to toe, the sight of your short skirt dancing in the gentle breeze was an irresistible spectacle.
“The fuck are you doing here at 1am, shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” You retorted with a grin. You wrapped your arm around hers, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. You tried to calm the butterflies that flapped their wings violently in your stomach. You did this with everyone, you kissed and made out with all your friends, but Ellie reserved such intimacies for you alone... and the occasional girls she dated, a realization that now lingered awkwardly, causing you to clear your throat.
She tried to seem unamused with your response, but your lips on her skin sent a wave of…something all throughout her body.
“Shut up, what do you want?” she said with a sigh.
“Wanna go for a drive?” you smiled widely. You had gone to a party before going here. You met up with Dina and she told you Ellie was feeling down so you wanted to cheer her up the way you always did.
She groaned softly, “who told you? Jesse? Dina?” You snorted “not gonna drop names dude, I got you some weed too anyways. It’s in the car~” you sang, wiggling your brow at hers.
With another sigh, she made her way towards your car. Its pink exterior was adorned with decals, reflecting your passion for street racing, ensuring that your vehicle garnered as much adoration from your audience as you did.
You skipped to the driver’s seat, Ellie already buckled in. The inside of your car had all kinds of buttons, neon lights and screens no normal car had. Towering speakers were affixed in front of the passenger seat. When you first revealed your car to Ellie five years ago, during high school, she fell head over heels for you.
Reaching into the cup holder, you retrieved a ziplock bag filled with weed and tossed it her way. “Bought it with my prize money from the last race,” you declared with a grin. She chuckled softly, whispering a heartfelt "thank you."
The drive was quiet, windows down, the city whizzing past as you maintained a pace slightly exceeding the legal limit. You didn't ask about the cause of her anger; you never did. You knew her well enough to know that if it was really worth it, she’d talk about it immediately. You were wrong this one time though. Yesterday, at another party, a girl was talking about you and it pissed her off. She belittled you, reducing you to another good fuck. Ellie was pissed at the way that girl talked about you like you were nothing because you were her everything. She seethed with an overwhelming jealousy because you let someone like that bitch touch you so intimately and it frustrated her.
You noticed the ride barely lightened her mood, her brows still furrowed and an intense anger in her eyes as she kept her eyes fixed on the road ahead. So you decided to put a hand on her thigh as you drove, hoping your touch was enough to pull her away from her thoughts just a little.
You both knew of the mutual affection that had simmered for years, yet you also knew that neither of you were suited for relationships. It was something unspoken but you both understood it. You were too needy, craving more than what one person could possibly provide. You both had no safety or love for years and while you were making up for it by searching for what you lacked in the touches of strangers and friends alike, Ellie wasn’t like that. The years turned her cold, freezing her emotions, casting others aside, and leaving her adrift in the sea of detachment.. You’d never make it as a couple, but as friends? It was manageable somehow.
So you settled for stolen moments, stolen glances, stolen touches, and the sweet kisses you’d give her tonight and every night after that spoke volumes without the need for words.
Under your touch, she visibly relaxes. She places her hand atop yours, gently turning it over to entwine your fingers with hers. The rest of the drive was quiet and peaceful. You didn’t need the formal commitment of a relationship, not when in the depths of these late nights, the only thoughts that consumed you were of one another.
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a little rant while im on break at my job
okay i know we're supposed to like ghostflower ships but i... i have some thoughts.
i see the love and lust between those two in into the spiderverse, miles is so giggly around gwen and gwen is slightly less unhinged (you ALL know what im getting at, love her but our good sis gwen is.... *hand motion*) etc. allat good stuff.
but i can't see that happening especially w the events of atsv, like there's definitely room for patching up the relationship but anything romantic between the two would feel forced as fuck i feel like. and maybe that's just me being an intensely passionate empath who likes to act like a nonchalant lil asshole, but still. i LOVE gwen, sony set her up beautifully for an amazing character arc that i'm so excited to see in the next one. HOWEVER, also this could just be me being an annoying little afro latina shit, she's not coming back from opening the collectible, going through miles' sketchbook w/o permission, and the shoes on the bed. that doesn't mean i HATE her i just can't look at her the same.
now a bitch is biased because black love is forever 🔛🔝, but also in the comics and video game miles has a black love interest. there was definitely also THE connection w/ miles and margo (however i'm also kinda in favor of prowlerbyte anyway--), and lil old me in the theatre was loosing it. i think that staying true to the aspect of black love interests is also going to be so important for the community, both comic/video game fans and black fans alike, mainly because of how black men interact with black women. speaking from experience i can't even count how many times i wanted to be the short lil white girl with blue eyes and blonde hair instead of the tall and awkward black girl with the wide nose and corkscrew curls. now here's where i think my personal bias kind of skews my opinion on this, but this franchise has been so important to SO many people. again speaking from experience, when i saw miles in atsv with the EXACT same hair texture as me i almost cried because no one in the history of ever has animated my kind of hair right and miles' hair was right. on top of this i saw so many little black boys practically tripping and falling in anticipation to see this movie in theatres. so i think i favor miles having a relationship with a black girl because this will reach such a new audience and possibly open doors for black men and boys to start treating black somebody and girls with respect. because if these little boys in the theatre see their like, idol for lack of a better word, treating black women and girls with respect i think then there's gonna be an aspect of healing within that.
i'm not really sure how well i'm communicating this, but i don't really think i can fully get behind the ghostflower ship. to me it feels really fucking forced in a way that kinda icks me out, however this is not to say i won't absolutely love the shit out of these two if it happens. in a way, this franchise feels like something the black community needs in several ways. like yeah this shit is pro black but FULLY pro black, not pro-black but anti gay, trans, or whatever the fuck. it shows blackness in a new way, artsy and nerdy but also really fucking cool at the same time and i never fucking got that as a little kid. like i kid you not the other black kids in school would call me a wanna be white girl. and to see someone with similar interests as me just sort of opens the world up??? like i visited my older sister at school in the dmv while wearing a spiderverse hoodie, and people actually wanted to talk to me about it!!! like not ina "oh i like ur sweatshirt ma" type thing like a "omg you like this movie too??" type thing and i just--
yeah i def strayed from the topic, but i hope our baby does get his lil black girl (or his lil gwen, from a big sisters perspective i don't hate her as a prospective partner i just think that there would need to be a clear breakdown in the difference of cultures. for example i was taught that anytime you meet anyone formally (like a parent or something) you shake their hand and or go in for a hug and kiss BOTH cheeks and talk about their home their clothes or whatever) but for like the sake of authenticity (sorry to be that asshole but come ON) but like.... flowerbyte 🥰🥰
did this make sense i feel like i word vomited like a bitch, idk maybe i'm projecting my personal shit into a franchise i really like
#across the spiderverse#black people#tag#drawing#graffiti#into the spiderverse#beauty#fanfiction#celebrities#college#e42 miles x reader#miles g morales#e42 miles#earth 42 miles x you#earth 42 miles morales x reader#prowler miles#miles morales#prowlerbyte#spiderman#into the spider verse#peter parker#mj#opinion#brain#word vomit#ramble#babble#rambling#break#work
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lost and found pt. 1: missing pieces (dickroy wip snippet)
Summary:
"In the photo, Roy’s head hangs backwards over the arm of their old couch. His face is covered in doodles that Dick had helped a tiny Lian draw, all in multicolored permanent marker. He’s trying to look dramatically outraged, but the effect is ruined by the bright grin he can’t quite suppress. His gaze is directed off camera, to where Lian is giggling delightedly in Dick’s lap, a bright streak of blue smudged across her right cheek. The look in his eyes is full of such intense love and devotion that Dick forgets, for a moment, how to breathe."
Or: Dick thinks about the past and fails to change the future.
A/N: this is a little snippet from pt. 1 of lost and found, my wip au where Lian and Damian become friends while she's running around gotham still "dead". they get themselves stranded half a galaxy away, and in the process of rescuing them, dick and roy finally work through their issues and figure their shit out. takes place shortly after bruce returns from the time stream, pre-nu52 canon but with lian's current death plotline
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The last kid from his gymnastics class has finally been picked up, so Dick heads to the staff locker room to rinse off before going home.
Honestly, Dick hates this locker room. It’s nothing like the tiny one at his old gym in New York, with its cracked mirror, and its shower with shit water pressure, and its photos and stickers and children's artwork on every locker. This one is too big, all shiny and new and impersonal, remodeled, like the rest of the gym, with money from a generous anonymous donation. Because Bruce can’t resist shoving himself into every fucking corner of Dick’s life.
That’s probably enough bitching about Bruce for now. He doesn’t want to hit his daily quota before he even finds out what happened last night with Damian.
Dick finishes his shower and towels off, changing into a clean pair of sweatpants and an old Wonder Woman t-shirt. Gym bag over his shoulder, he waves goodbye to his coworkers and steps out into the soft light of early evening. He throws a helmet on, hops on his bike, and pulls out of the parking lot, heading in the direction of his apartment.
The fog of stress and exhaustion has finally cleared from his head, and he’s feeling more like himself than he has all day, but something in his chest still aches.
His last group of the day had been the tumbling class for 5-6 year olds. It's one of his favorites to teach–– it’s mostly just playing games, and he loves seeing how carefree and comfortable in their own skin the kids that age still are. But there’s moments when he looks at them and chokes on the air in his lungs, unable to swallow the grief.
Sophie had landed her first cartwheel today, and all he could see was Lian, running into the tower kitchen to proudly show him that look, she finally got the feet right! And he and Donna had applauded, and let her lick the cookie dough off the spoon, and listened as she’d sat at the kitchen island, kicking her feet and telling them all about some new animal fact she’d learned.
He thinks about calling Roy and sharing the memory. But he doesn't know if he should, hasn't talked to him recently enough to know whether the thought of past joy would be a comfort, or just a painful reminder of loss.
It aches down to his bones, that he doesn’t know. The distance between him and Roy feels so wrong, like he’s missing a limb.
Dick pulls in and parks in front of his favorite little corner grocery store. Dick wants to say he doesn’t know how all this started, but, well, he definitely does. He just doesn't particularly want to think about it.
This is his own damn fault, he knows. Roy’s been trying to reach out, lately. They see each other semi-regularly, at Justice League meetings or during the occasional mission. Out of costume sometimes, too, at someone’s birthday dinner or a West family cookout. But Dick’s had a lot of practice dodging conversations he doesn’t want to have. And normally Roy doesn’t let him get away with that, but they both know better than to start this fight in public.
So Dick avoids being alone with Roy, and Roy stares at him from across the room, eyes burning holes in the side of Dick’s head. Between the two of them, silences have always been so much louder than screaming matches.
Dick glances down. He’s a little surprised to notice that he has his phone out and opened to Roy’s contact, where a much younger face looks up at him. Donna had taken the picture, one afternoon when it had just been the three of them and Lian in the tower.
In the photo, Roy’s head hangs backwards over the arm of their old couch. His face is covered in doodles that Dick had helped a tiny Lian draw, all in multicolored permanent marker. He’s trying to look dramatically outraged, but the effect is ruined by the bright grin he can’t quite suppress. His gaze is directed off camera, to where Lian is giggling delightedly in Dick’s lap, a bright streak of blue smudged across her right cheek. The look in his eyes is full of such intense love and devotion that Dick forgets, for a moment, how to breathe.
It’s not like Dick wants things to stay like this. He misses his friend so much it burns inside. But he doesn’t know how to fix this. He’s afraid to try. Dick feels stuck, frozen. Why the hell is this so hard?
His thumb hovers over the call button on the screen. He really, really wants to hear Roy’s voice.
Suddenly his phone vibrates, and a text from Tim pops up at the top of the screen.
dropping itty bitty bat off at ur place, eta 20min. if u arent home to stop me i WILL be stealing all ur zesti.
The tension of the moment breaks, and Dick is back to being just a guy in a parking lot. He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and pauses for a moment before pocketing his phone and turning to head into the store. He’s got a kid he needs to make dinner for, and he should probably restock on Zesti.
As he pushes the door open and is hit with cool air and the sounds of shoppers, a little voice in his head whispers “coward”. It sounds uncomfortably like Roy’s.
#this is the first piece of fic i've actually posted since i was like 12#so please lmk what you think!#dick grayson#roy harper#lian harper#shes not actually present in this bit but the impact of her death features strongly here#dickroy#my fic#lost and found au#wips#dc#mine: dc#roydick
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Dk if you know smt called Batman the animated series but if you do: then you’ll know the iconic scene where Harley actually successfully captures Batman and Batman’s has this talk to Harley how she honestly better off without the Joker and points out all the fake excuses that the joker as up his sleeves for Harley treatment and she breakdown a bit.
Iconic scene for such a good moment concept: the idea that yandere vs Yandere bf for darling but you and Yandere bf have thag joker and Harley dynamic going on.
And adding onto Yandere ganger bf and Yandere bonten ~ the idea that Yandere ganger bf been pissy all week and took it out on you physically, emotionally and mentally and you being your version of Harley you decide that instead of getting a nice gift like a sane person you decide to capture Bonten higher ups (truly how thoughtful) so you plan this elaborate trap and go through all the trouble
And what’s wild is it worked wow (truly wow) it oddly work in your favor. Now you have them tied to a chair- now here’s the fun part
I love the idea that there been a rumor going around Bonten hears one of the gangs are a duo (sorta) situation and they have a very strong joker and Harley dynamic- they met the manic but now they get to see the Harley (you) in full display alone too.
I love the idea that though they seen you they never really get to talk to you and they been very wanting to talk to you since half of the time the weasel joker bf of yours talks for you- I can see they def have a full knowledge of who you are already from an intense background check they did from anything about you any small details nothing gets left behind.
I love the idea that yan bonten def start the whole thing- some of them def making it clear they are clearly shitting on your joker bf right and the other subtle hints that they see him as some annoying pest. You in your little Harley mindset offended bc obviously and you talk about him in red tint lighting and their all like “ppfft- really” all sneer and totally didn’t drop the facts of seeing your ‘man’ in a brothel once or a love hotel or even going to their own personal clubs and asking and paying for women.
Bonus point they ask about the noticeable purple marks on you, bonus points that I know def three of these Bonten men (looking at the trio here) having sublt hints of flirting and talking shit about your man and the other three getting to the point - I can see this applying to other yan but I wanna play this out with Bonten first then send to other characters
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okay i've thought about this one a lot and i have some ideas
the only reason harley! darling managed to catch the bonten higher ups is because they're absolutely enthralled with them. they are so smitten for you that they've willingly let themselves get captured just to see and spend some time with you, cause you're so heart eyes to them.
for a while they've known about you through rumors, and during their investigation you definitely caught their eye. they like how fun and carefree you are, and how devoted you are to your work (or more accurately, who you work for/with). that kind of passion and devotion is something that really would drive them crazy, i think, especially sanzu. they just,,, don't like you're bitch boyfriend that treats you like shit despite how utterly in love with him you are. it's bullshit.
but anyway, they did a lot of research about you. you're certainly an interesting person regardless of if they're infatuated or not, because you really don't hear of or see a person quite like you very often, if at all. so yeah, lots of research and highly intensive background checks were done on you to find out every little detail about you. they know of your past, what you were like, every single job you've had, schools you went to, family, friends, how you and your boyfriend met,,, and how you ended up to be so eccentric as you are. they know everything. even things like your favorite color and that you have a really strong dislike/fear for fish because when you were a kid one jumped out at you and landed right on your face.
they use all of this information about you to their advantage when they're talking down your boyfriend and trying to convert you into their little harley! lover. they dig deep into your unstable emotions to shit on your boyfriend and make you realize that he is a real piece of shit. you aren't so easily swayed because you are totally wrapped around your joker! boyfriends' finger, but slowly they deteriorate your drive and make you question things. they get cocky with it and definitely definitely flirty. and they can be very persuasive when they try and get you on their side, you know?
you realize they're fun and they actually want you because they want you not because they wanna use you and it's only a matter of time before you're completely detached from joker! boyfriend and attached to them. it does take a lot of work to do that though, but you know, it's not impossible.
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I feel Millie had so much potential, this would have been such an interesting take.
I think it might still be explored since Sallie May is coming back soon in season 3. Hopefully Millie’s non too because she’s a favourite of mine just for being a mom who is actually alive, and for having a personality.
But damn is it sad to see a main character not get focus until over halfway through the shows runtime. I’m sorry but more than any other character Moxxie just hogs the spotlight. And Loona gets very very little, even though Loonas episode was about her and another big female character, it was so focussed on male approval and male feelings that it was just plain ridiculous. Just like Vias episode was about male feelings. Why not have Loona and Bees rivalry be about Bee being rich and social, versus Loona growing up poor and isolated. That’s the only reason they’re so different.
Bee: “Don’t be so awkward girl! Let your guard down! Forget your worries! Being all nervous like this is just silly!”
Loona: “That’s rich, coming from someone who’s never had to put up her guard, living in a nice big house like this at the top of the food chain, where you don’t even have to work a day in your life I’d bet!”
Bee: “what’s that supposed to mean? You think I don’t have pressure! I was nice enough to let you come here to my home you little—“ but then Bee notices Loonas slightly scared face and stops herself…and there we go. This ain’t hard. Bee got mad at a compliment ffs.
I think the accusation that Millie’s mom is abusive is kindve…much? She clearly states that Millie gets too violent and carried away, seeing red, and she’s unlike Sallie who can keep her cool and hide things better. That’s not good either, but it’s not like Millie’s mom gave her different treatment for no reason. And it’s not idk “trans privilege” or whatever op was implying. (??) Isn’t that what the scene was trying to say? Millie goes too far and makes a mess? She’s very intense. And man I wish it was Millie who gave that speech at the end to get her own parents approval, not fuckin moxxie. And people are going to lose their shit if Viv doesn’t rewrite the lines about Mills being afraid moxxie will find someone better and “she should just jump”
These below, are all such facts. Viv needs to stop writing women and let another woman do it, because her own very deep misogyny is cartoonishly 1950s, it is coming through at every turn. There needs to be more non-Viv non fujoshi female presence in the writing team, grow up and stop calling this a show ‘about boys’ , it’s 2024. Since Viv has said herself that animation is a male dominated field, she should be the change she wants to see in the world.
“Women are just sadistic angry bitches and men are really delicate inside and need to be taken care of” stfu…some women are mean, some are soft, some men are tough, some men aren’t. Cmon. It’s 2024 soon.
Also:
STOP. KILLING. OR. ERASING. MOMS.
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We already know how you feel about That Anime, but even you cannot deny its potential. I remember you mentioning some positives about it before...
Yep! While I won't hesitate ripping it to shreds, I also won't deny that there are indeed some cool tropes in it.
First, the plot itself is told from the villains' perspective, which it's quite fresh for the Magical Girl genre! I'm open to these types of parodies where the villain does regular stuff and interacts with the heroes normally outside of action with the occasional and hilarious awkwardness, too. That's why I love Machikado Mazoku and Mr. Villain's Day Off so much.
The heroine Utena is PAINFULLY relatable and self-aware, which it's yet another rare/underutilized character trope in the genre, too. When Venalita read their observation notes on the first episode, I felt like I was being put on blast. Not to mention how I find myself quoting "Why is this happening to me? I like Magical Girls..." every single time an inconvenience happens to me.
I also like how Venalita at least commits to their role as a bad guy. They actually stalk the heroine, manipulate her with a sad story, and threaten to reveal her alter-ego to the world if they refuse to cooperate. Unlike Kyuubey, who just straight up lies/omits to the girls that they recruit, and by the time when they discover the horrible truth, it's already too late (not to mention the overused and shitty "because you didn't asked." excuse).
Kiwi's character is also great, because she's not a villain because she went through some traumatizing sob story that's bordeline manipulative to the audience; she's a villain because she's tired of the Magical Girls stealing her spotlight as the cutest girl. She's not only petty, but also a highly destructive bitch.
And speaking of destructive bitches, Kaoruko/Sulfur is my fave of the Tres Magia. Usually the yellow-coded heroine either plays the role of the soft-spoken and responsible onee-san/senpai or the charismatic and eager Genki Girl; but Kaoruko is just so delightfully unconventional. She beat the shit out of a minion even before she joined the team, she's confrontational and swears regularly, she's got bitchin' gauntlets. She doesn't fit pre-determined molds, and I adore her.
I also like how the fighting sequences are genuinely intense. You usually don't see such high-octane fights outside of PreCure, so this wild change of pace is really cool. There are injuries, different power-ups/forms, creative usage of powers... if I didn't knew any better, I'd say there's some Shonen inspo involved.
But of course, all of that cool stuff I just mentioned is ruined by the constant illegal lewdness that drives the plot forward. I'd like to reiterate that I am not against kinks whatsoever (I'm a adult, miss me with that puritanical bullshit), but if you're gonna make lesbian porn, at least certify that your ladies are of legal age, or else it's a crime.
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76th Batch Of Fics: 11th Fill
Cazador/fem!Tav – Part 3/3 – pre-established Tav/Astarion; rape/non-con; blood drinking; forced impregnation; changing POVs – Cazador's winning in every conceivable way.
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The despair on Astarion’s face is delicious. It is almost enough to satisfy Cazador in and off itself – if he weren’t currently enjoying the warm, generous hole of Astarion’s sweetheart. She takes him like a pro despite her growling.
He curls his arms around her hips, chin hooked over her shoulder as he pumps his hips against her ass, cock spearing her pussy over and over again.
It’s when she starts to become more quiet and her cunt trembles around his cock that things start to get really interesting.
Cazador’s gaze snaps back to Astarion, a smile slowly spreading across his face.
“Oh would you look at that… she’s about to come, isn’t she?”
Tav shakes her head violently no, her eyes clenched shut.
Cazador can’t keep from grinning, a positively unholy joy filling his chest.
“No?” he asks her, head turning so she can croon into her blood hot ear. “Are you saying your thighs aren’t trembling? Or that your delightful pussy hasn’t clamped down on my cock like it wants to strangle it?” He has completely stopped his thrusts just to feel the throb of her walls around his flexing shaft; and now he starts to move again. Slow. Deliberate as she immediately fights to stop everything that he mentioned – without success.
Tav is shaking her head again wildly. Cazador has to be careful so she wouldn’t knock him out but that’s fine. Everything is fine because this whole affair keeps getting better and better and better.
He barks out a single note of laughter, eyes boring into Astarion’s pale, agonized looking face. “The lady doth protest too much, methinks,” he announces, his hips still pumping nice and slow, taking care not to change the angle with wich he is spearing into her silky, throbbing body. The heat around his crown is intense; like he keeps dipping right into the very center of her being.
He can feel the tension mounting throughout her body. How desperately she is fighting against her response to be fucked by him.
Cazador thrusts harder, the snap of his hips causing Tav to throw her head back, her throat flushed and straining as she can’t cry out the lust she reluctantly feels. Slick keeps sliding down her thighs and glistening wet in the flickering lamp light of the room.
“You know what I think, my pet?” Cazador announces over her animal grunts as he fucks her faster; deeper; meaner. “I think that you did a wonderfully fine job in choosing her! She is a natural, is she not? So very easy; so eager for cock she even let a mongrel like you mount her.”
He stands up straighter, his arms around her body, forcing her more upright as well; her knees are visibly shaking as she tries to find some kind of purchase with her bound feet.
“It will have been the last time, though. Because from now on… she is mine. And she will pump out an army of loyal little pets for me! I’ll use her as my personal breeding bitch; I’ll fuck a new spawn into her the moment she gives birth to the last. I’ll have her swollen with my young over. And over again.
And the best thing is that she will love it. You know it as well as I do, do you not?” He’s starting to get out of breath as he fucks her, one hand cupping her stomach beneath her navel; the heel of his hand pressing into her to stimulate her from the outside as well. There are screeching little peaks in her moans now. She hates it but she can’t help it either. Her body is utterly betraying her and the sweetness is too heady to bear.
He answers his own question before Astarion can take a breath. “Of course you do! You can see how wild she’s getting for me. So lets hear her proper, shall we?”
Cazador snaps his fingers. The magic he used to keep her mouth shut had not been a big feat of power but it still feels good to only have to uphold one spell while he fucks this bitch’s brain out.
Just as predicted – and hoped – Tav wails her little damn heart out as he rabbit fucks her on his cock, pumping it into her with single-minded intent.
Her insides are having a death grip on him and the slick keeps sliding down to his balls where it itches and drives him wild in wholly different ways.
“FuuUuuuUuuuUuuUck!” Her voice keeps warbling as she is bounced on his dick, high-pitched in the cadence of a true whore that gets her cervix pummeled by the insistent push of his glans.
He wishes he could see her face; how she’s going cross eyed. But at least he can see Astarion as he witnesses his precious Tav’s corruption.
Cazador grabs her jaw, feeling her throat vibrating in his palm as she whines. She starts to fight again, her whole body trying to twist out of his grasp; one desperate last ditch effort to prevent the unpreventable.
He keeps his dick inside her. It’s like trying to ride a bucking horse, but she is trussed up and he is determined-
And finally she comes. Gurgling and sobbing, her whole body tensing as she convulses on his dick; a squirt of piss shooting from her lap and hitting the ground half a foot from her quiet, seething lover.
She slumps forward, all the tension gone out from her limbs.
Cazador would think her passed out from the intensity of her orgasm if he weren’t able to feel the warm pulsations around his cock and hear her low groaning.
“Easy now… we are not done yet, my precious little breeding sow,” he murmurs. With the hand still around her throat, he pulls her back up into position. His heart is racing. Her blood smells absolutely divine through the thin membrane of her skin. He is so close, he can taste the release on his tongue… but it is not as sweet as she will be once he’s pushed his fangs into her skin and drank her.
He has slowed down somewhat, giving himself time… but more so giving her time to regain her senses. He wants her to know what is happening.
He wants her to be alert and as filled with hate as Astarion is, kneeling in the corner, impotent and quietly raging.
Cazador searches his gaze and once he is sure that he has his undivided attention, he finally does it: he bites Tav.
It takes everything in him not to rip her throat out. Her blood gushing over his tongue and down his throat is orgasmic. Him pumping her full to his seed to the point of it gushing back out of her slick, overworked cunt is only prolonging the feeling into a sweet, sharp edge that lets him see the nighttime stars before his closed eyes.
Victory is so very, very sweet.
#cyberratting writes stuff#cazador/tav#astarion/tav#impregnation kink#bg3#blood drinking#tw rape#tw noncon
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Can you recommend historicals where the heroine is more like silly? Not that she's stupid or anything just that she does or says things that are funnily awkward
When a Girl Meets an Earl by Elisa Braden immediately comes to mind. The heroine is like, super beautiful and every man wants her, but she's OBSESSED with this stoic Scottish earl. Because he's BIG. Like, she sees him lift another man off the ground by his neck to defend her friend's honor, and she's like "MY GOD. I NEED THAT DICK" and basically sets out to have him. To a hilarious degree. And he's very resistant, lol. But this bitch also doesn't even know he's Scottish until like, they're about to get married (due to her machinations)??? He drops the English accent and uses his natural one to freak her out and she's like "OH. YOU'RE SCOTTISH?" I love her.
Elisa Braden heroines are often kinda silly in general, with some exceptions. The Temptation of a Highlander has a heroine who constantly says accidental double entendres because she's so into the hero. The issue is that they're obviously not alone often? So she usually says them in a public setting? Like "hahaha you could certainly break me in half" and everyone falls silent. The poor girl is nothing but Freudian slips because she's so desperately horny.
Kleypas does a few silly heroines. Beatrix Hathaway definitely comes to mind, though I haven't done my re-listen of Love in the Afternoon yet and I remember literally nothing from that book besides letters. But she's obviously in Tempt Me at Twilight a lot, and the girl is batty. Obsessed with animals, prone to saying weird shit at any given moment. Pandora Ravenel is similar in Devil in Spring. She's really smart and super ambitious, but she's also seen as a little odd. I believe she also has an inner ear thing that makes it difficult for her to dance, so people think she's sillier than she is.
Grace Callaway is great for silly heroines. Olivia from Olivia and The Masked Duke comes to mind. Just hurtling herself into danger, constantly trying to aggressively flirt with her dad's friend who's like "PLEASE. STOP. TEMPTING ME." A true brat. The heroine from The Duke Who Knew Too Much (I think this is Olivia's parents book lol), Emma, is also similar ridic. I shall never forget the scene where she and Alaric are spying on people behind a curtain and she's all *eyebrows eyebrows* and he's like "WHAT???? BITCH NO" but she's already on her knees stuffing his dick into her mouth. Like, she literally does a full chubby bunny "try to cram as much of this thing into your mouth as possible" deal because she has no idea what she's doing and doing it behind a curtain with people in the room seemed like a good idea at the time!!!!
Naturally, Tessa Dare heroines lean towards silly a lot of the time, because her books are hilarious. The heroine from When a Scot Ties the Knot is very smart, but she has anxiety so a lot of people think she's silly, and she's also like? An illustrator who does scientific drawings of nature? And she's desperately trying to catch her lobsters fucking so she can draw lobster sex?
Eleanor from The Duke's Perfect Wife is one of my favorite heroines because she like, refuses to take a moment seriously (until she does). Literally jumps into a carriage with her ex-fiance, with whom she had this incredibly hot, intense relationship, and is all "I HAVE YOUR NUDES". And he just like. Blinks.
Sarah MacLean has a lot of somewhat batty heroines. Imogen from Knockout is really smart, but also legit insane and hilarious, And you have a hero who's just trying to keep up, lol.
Stephanie Laurens heroines are hilarious. I would for sure recommend Scandal's Bride on this front. Like, this woman is BATSHIT and says the funniest things. Again, this is the one I refer to as the hero being like "when that redhead gets freaky it DOES something to me".
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I must admit that I think about this dark fic that Dumpling (@achubbydumpling) wrote a while back with chubby Ransom and feeder Andy like... all the time.
There's just something about them 🤌🏻🤌🏻
They're both so attractive, and I can so easily see Ransom being such a bitch brat that winds Andy up at first. But the longer and longer they stay together, the more and more submissive Ransom gets; the more and more he heels to Andy's dominance.
Well...
Not all the time, though.
Warning for Andy × Ransom belly kink, alcohol consumption (beer bloating), animal play (the nickname "puppy"), orgasm denial, teasing, etc.
The brat inside Ransom still comes out every now and again. He can't help it. Rich boy was raised to get whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. It's only natural that when he's denied, even if he's denied for good reason, he can't always take it. He's always had the silver spoon in his mouth, only taking it out to get another spoonful of food to have another bite. Not being allowed to swallow the next bite is unfamiliar territory that leaves Ransom whining and huffing and puffing if it happens too many times.
When he can no longer stand it, he's such a brat about it, throwing a tantrum. He might as well stop his foot and cross his arms over his chest, pouting.
Years of having whatever he wants, whether it's food, sexual partners, vacations, etc. and vainly, intensely caring about his appearance has left him chubby but without stretch marks.
Ransom's rich fat. Perfectly sculpted, round, and plush. Pale all over. He hardly has any dimpled flesh. He's just... perfect. Round. Curves all over. And he's got light freckles here and there. But, he doesn't have an angry, red line in sight, not unless he's just stuffed himself out of another pair of pants and the fabric cut into him. Leaving a red line that will fade.
Instead of having stretch marks, he's always perfectly soft and smooth. Rubbing lotion into his skin always. Getting massages all the time. Grooming his body hair religiously. Taking loooong, hot showers.
Vain.
One of the sure-fire ways to get Ransom to brat is for Andy to deny him from having orgasms. Ransom started his bitch-fest all on his own this time - mad at someone or something that didn't go his way, Andy isn't actually too sure this time - so Andy doesn't appreciate having it taken out on him. Ransom is being bad. And he'll get punished.
He won't be allowed to come.
Simple as that.
Andy can come as many times as he wants to. He can fuck Ransom and come inside him or come across his ample backside or come between his fat thighs. He can fuck Ransom's plush, annoying fucking mouth until Ransom is crying from choking, then come down his throat. He can fuck Ransom's swollen moobs and paint his heaving, blushing chest.
Andy can do whatever he wants.
Ransom can't. He's been bad. And he's gonna be more bad because it's not fair! No matter how much he whines or sweet talks Andy... he won't budge.
Sure, Ransom could just sneak off and jerk off, but that's not anywhere near as satisfying as having Andy crumble and admit that he wants him to come now. Not at all because Ransom really just wants Andy's approval. His dominant. Nope. So, instead, Ransom comes up with a little plan to get Andy to fuck him and let him come on his dick.
When Andy has already settled down for the night, lying back against the headboard in bed, clothed in his customary t-shirt and sweatpants, watching some TV quietly, Ransom gets up. He peels himself away from Andy's side. Walking to the bathroom in his little athletic shorts and tight, white tank top.
Andy makes a sound at being left alone, no one to cuddle with, but he doesn't stop Ransom from going. Assuming he has to use the bathroom.
He doesn't.
Ransom has a plan.
Earlier in the week, he bought himself some beer and then stored it under the sink. Not because he's not allowed to drink, so he has to hide it. But, because of this.
Ransom shuts the bathroom door behind him.
He opens the cabinet and pulls out the six-pack. The noise of the TV, while low, is enough to hide the pop of the first bottle.
Ransom's mouth waters. He's still pretty heavy and stuffed from dinner, but he's got a little room. He's going to make room, too.
The first beer goes down.
The whole bottle.
He just chugs it.
"Ah," he sighs quietly.
He barely feels it. Really.
It's not bubbly and sloshy already. No way. He didn't bite off more than he can chew, he assures himself, looking down wearly at the five other bottles he has to get through. Sitting on the bathroom counter.
Next one.
Ransom feels his belly start to stretch again. Topping himself off after dinner. It doesn't take much. When he planned this, he forgot about dinner. He told himself if six bottles of flavourful beer wasn't enough, he could just stick his head in the sink and chug from the faucet until he was full enough to be pulled unsteadily forward by his sloshy gut. He won't need it, though.
"Oh," Ransom heaves with effort as he looks at himself in the mirror. His pale cheeks glow pink. When he walked into the bathroom, his tank top was already tight around his round middle from all the food he stuffed into himself throughout the day, but now, already, his gut is growing. Stretching his tank top. The fabric isn't transparent yet, but... it's getting there.
He should make it tighter. He wants his top to be more transparent as he stretches its limits. He wants to see it stretch and stretch until it rolls up his beer belly.
Ransom whimpers as he chugs the third beer. He needs to go fast. Before Andy gets suspicious. His plan to get fucked depends on it coming out of nowhere and getting under Andy's skin - making himself so irresistible that Andy can't control himself, so touchable and tight and full that Andy loses himself and doesn't make Ransom hold back.
It's like he can feel the beer going down his throat, pouring down his throat, and collecting in his barrel of a stomach on top, bloating the upper part of his belly out painfully, only to slowly settle in between the nooks and crannies of the food inside him. He goes from looking like he'll pop, over inflated, to looking stuffed. Stuffed, but not about to burst.
Another.
Ransom has the fourth beer, hardly taking a pause to breathe between.
He moans softly around the flow of beer into his mouth. He's beginning to feel fuzzy and dizzy and hazy. Warm with beer.
Swaying gently on his feet.
Ransom grips the bathroom counter hard with one hand and leans more of his weight forward so as not to fall over. But all it does is make him more hazy. He's so hard, his dick pressing into the counter painfully. He's been denied. He needs release. And here he is, doing something that turns him on like crazy.
He's a glutton for more than food.
He's a glutton for punishment.
More.
Ransom is outright panting, mouth open, lips wet and buzzing, when he finishes the fourth bottle. He can't stop.
He pops open the fifth bottle and downs it.
His stomach suddenly feels so much heavier. Five bottles of beer will do that to you, but as he gets the last of the bottle down, it's like his gut lurches forward. Growing all at once. Heavy and swollen. There's a strong, unhappy sounding gurgle in it that builds down low and rises up through his tummy. He barely has time to stifle what would have been a huge belch ending in a ragged moan. Releasing the pressure. But, he doesn't let it out. He keeps it inside.
His gut keeps gurgling.
His gut stays just as swollen.
All that gas inside him, oh, Christ, it feels good. Tight. Gurgly. Swollen.
Ransom has to stop himself from moaning. Instead, he placates himself by taking a quick breather to rub his growing middle.
After a drunk moment, pure pleasure, enjoying the drag of his hands heavily over his tortured body, it occurs to Ransom that he needs some lotion.
He can spare enough time to take a pump in his hand and smooth it all around the ball attached to his front.
The tank top he's wearing has rolled up, so he just has to tug it up a little farther to expose all of his engorged belly. It's pink. Straining around all the contents inside it. Against the tile floor, his toes curl. His chest heaves. Sparks shoot through him as he touches the cold, expensive lotion to his hot, tight, and full stomach.
Without meaning to, he lets one moan escape. It’s short. He stops himself the moment he realizes what he's doing, but he still moans.
Shit.
He hopes Andy didn't hear.
Ransom finishes rubbing his tummy and stares down the last beer. His vision is blurry. Despite the beer sitting on top of so much food - heavy carbs that are expanding, swelling with the alcohol - he's starting to feel it.
One more.
He needs one more.
He wants one more.
He'll pretend his belly is gurgling in hunger, not in protest as he chugs. It doesn't matter if chugging actually leaves him with more bubbles and more air in his system, he can't stop himself from going as fast as possible. And, God, isn't this just how he's always been - always satiated, always with more than enough, filthy rich, yet craving more? No wonder he loves stuffing and gaining and bloating 🥵 it's in his nature.
Once the last beer is down, Ransom can see his stomach at the top of his gut. It's bulging through the plush, un-stretch-marked fat.
Ransom rubs his hands down the ball of his gut, silently moaning, his mouth hanging open. His skin is even more pink now. Actually, it's closer to red.
Jesus.
With another pump or two of lotion in his palm, Ransom keeps rubbing. In his little sleep shorts, he can feel his cock throb. Swelling alongside his gut. Attached together, his gluttony and his sex drive.
And speaking of sex drive...
Ransom takes a baby step, testing his body, seeing how it feels.
Again, he has to restrain himself from moaning out loud. It feels good. Sloshing and gurgling. Heavy and round. His gut is throwing off his center of gravity, pulling him forward and forcing him to waddle like the bloated pig he is.
Yes.
Ransom leaves his hands on either side of his rotund belly, supporting himself where his skin aches with the stretch and heft. His heart is beating dizzingly fast.
Before he leaves the bathroom, though, Ransom takes a moment to pull his tank top down over the impressively large bulge of his now stuffed and bloated gut.
The drag of fabric over his stretched skin feels incredible.
Dimly, he realizes that his tank top doesn't fully cover him anymore. Before, it was stretched tight. Now, it doesn't touch the waistband of his shorts (that are also cutting into him).
Oh.
Grinning at himself like a wolf in the mirror, Ransom pats his solid gut one more time, then he turns around, staggering, and waddles out of the bathroom. Belly first. Unashamed with how full and big he's become.
Every step has his gut sloshing and a breathy moan coming out of his mouth. He can't stop himself now. The overall indulgence and alcohol have left him weak - body uncoordinated, lips loose, speech slurring, eyes heavily lidded, and red in the face. Whether it's placebo from knowing what alcohol does or whether the beer has hit his bloodstream already, he's drunk.
Andy's eyes are instantly on him when Ransom enters the room after his belly.
From across the room, Ransom can feel the lust coming off of him.
Andy is trying to keep it cool, though, raising an eyebrow and asking in an almost bored voice, "is that why you took so long in the bathroom, brat? Did you blow yourself up? Aw," he coos, like Ransom is a chubby puppy, not a fat, grown man. "And here I was thinking you just got lost in there."
Ransom snorts and stumbles a little. Suddenly, he falls forward, onto the bed, arms out to stop himself. His gut wobbles with the sudden movement, and Ransom feels his knees go weak. Nngh. He's so big. So full. His gut is underneath him. Hanging.
Christ.
His head hangs between his shoulders. The position is hard on his drunk, overfull body, but he can't move. "Aaandyyy," Ransom whines. He never whines!
"Yeah?" Andy still sounds so bored.
This isn't how it was supposed to go! Andy was supposed to get up and grab him and throw him down and take him, unable to control himself, the moment he saw him all full and bloated out of nowhere! But rather than being even more of a brat and making a scene like he usually would -
"Pl-pleaz'!" Ransom blurts out before he realizes what he's saying. He's still braced against the bed, belly heavy and swinging below him, arms shaking. He can't take it!
"What?" Andy asks.
Rather than saying it again, Ransom climbs up onto the bed clumsily, flopping onto his back and groaning with how it puts pressure on his lungs.
Another frustrated, wordless groan careens out of him the longer he lays there - he's all full and heavy and ready! And Andy isn't doing anything! He hasn't come in so long! He wants to come! He wants to be fucked and get to enjoy it! He wants!
"Aw, poor, pup-" his voice is laced with faux sympathy, talking like he finds him pathetic.
Ransom whimpers.
"Are you too fat to move?"
Ransom can't stop himself from admitting it. He nods. There are actual tears in his eyes. What is happening to him? Why isn't he still being a brat? Why'd he fold so easily?
"Aw, what a poor thing," Andy's weight shifts on the bed, coming closer, "well, it'd be a shame if someone were to... I don't know... do whatever they want with such a fat, helpless, sloppy puppy, huh?"
Ransom shivers all over, making his gut slosh. He nods again, head jerking up and down.
Suddenly, Andy's strong hands are on his ankles and are pulling him roughly into the center of the bed, messing up their sheets and leaving Ransom yelping, his head is spinning. Drunk and not understanding what is happening to him.
"Look at you, puppy," Andy's hands slide up his legs, over his thick thighs, and bypass his chubby hips to go right for his weak spot. His belly. "Aren't you nice and plump?" He asks rhetorically, growling a little as he digs his hands into his belly.
"AH!" Ransom moans, trying to squirm to get anyway and being unable to go literally anywhere.
He can't take it! That hurts! His hands are grabbing his sensitive belly, groping him, kneading him like dough. Pale, soft dough.
"Aw, poor puppy," Andy laughs. "Made yourself too big..." he pauses, getting lost in Ransom's body, playing with his gut, "how'd you do it, boy? Did you attach yourself to the shower hose, turn the water on, and sit there and swell up like a greedy water balloon? Did you get too thirsty and stick your head under the faucet, drinking and swelling up until you thought you were going to pop? Did you not want to stop? Or, hmm, I wonder..." Andy pinches his hip, Ransom squeals, "could it have been all that beer under the sink that you thought you so cleverly hid from me?"
Ransom lets out a pathetic little sob.
"Yeah. That was it, wasn't it puppy?" Andy smirks, rubbing his belly roughly, making all the liquid and food inside him shift around.
"Uh-huh," Ransom admits.
"Made yourself a nice big beer belly," Andy groans, "it's gonna make you fatter, yanno? Gonna make you, fuck, bigger until you can't walk at all, no- no matter if you're bloated full or not. You're gonna be too heavy. And then. Then, puppy, 'm gonna have my fun with you. You'll never get to move. I'm gonna do what-whatever I want with you. And you'll just have to t-take it like you're gonna take thiss-"
Ransom lifts his head weakly, bleary-eyed, just in time to watch Andy strip his cock once, twice, three times more and come all over the top of his so-tight-it's-shiny gut. It happens so fast that it gives Ransom whiplash. What? How? When did he even get his cock out? When did he start touching himself? When-
All the thoughts leave his head as Andy recovers a little - he's still swearing some, but he's got it together enough to start rubbing his hot come into his stretched skin, claiming him as, "my puppy. Yeah. Fuck. Lookit you. All fat and helpless and shit."
Ransom whimpers. His head drops back onto the bed. "C-can," he breaks his words with a sob, "c'n, ngh, come?"
Andy slaps his gut hard enough to jostle a moaning burp out of him. "No, brat," he laughs. "Why would I let you come?"
Ransom may start crying. He's so full! His belly and his balls - Andy's gonna kill him of blue balls! 😫😫
I don't know where this came from 😳
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𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝
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“Look, my husband got the living shit beat out of him and it’s all my fault!”
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“Well, you know I love a sibs-free hang sesh.”
“I’ll rip your asshole out and eat it and kill you!”
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“Is that you in here screaming like a bitch?”
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“You deserve this life, dude!”
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“You ruined my life. You didn’t think I was gonna make you pay?”
“Five million a head.”
“You must think I’m fucking stupid.”
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“Oh, no. You got your facts mixed up.”
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“It’s filthy as fuck in here.”
“Chicken doo-doo is getting all ground into my fuckin’ seduction dress!”
“How can you eat in this dirty-ass heat?”
“When that door opens and the little one walks in, I’m gonna slay him, cut his fuckin’ face off, and wear it as a mask.”
“Sounds insane and not doable.”
“Serves you right, trying to argue with me.”
“You know, literally, that is the thing that pisses me off the most about you. Every single time I suggest anything, you’re so eager to just jump down my throat, punch holes in my shit.”
“Homeboy, like you’re not trying to always argue with me.”
“You’re constantly acting like I’m gonna mess everything up.”
“You do mess everything up.”
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“I wondered what that was, but I thought it rude to ask.”
“Stop crying! Ain’t nobody gonna ransom you!”
“That’s a good job with the voodoo dolls.”
“Please, let me help. I’ll sacrifice my life and my body if need be.”
“We’re gonna get more money than we know what to do with!”
“I mean normally, yeah, I could, but you know, I am malnourished right now.”
“Wanna see this? Freak athleticisms?”
“Just do it. What’s wrong with you?”
“Boy, your daddy didn’t leave you with much, did he?”
“Your daddy threw money at you instead of raising you right.”
“Fear of God is the best chance you got.”
“If you don’t have the stomach for it, hell, I’ll do it.”
“I don’t mind killin’. It ain’t nothin’ but a thing.”
“Do your dumps, boy!”
“He thinks that I don’t have it in me to hurt you.”
“You don’t run nothing but your mouth.”
“He chafes real bad, and a burnt rectal from cheap TP could make him very despondent.”
“I bet no one’s gonna miss me.”
“I don’t want my kids to be one of those kids that loses a parent like somebody in a fucking Disney movie.”
“I don’t want my sons to be Bambis.”
“I never want to be treated any differently than you guys just ‘cause I’m a lady.”
“He ain’t following any sort of rules about ladies and mens.”
“Kill the biggest one ‘cause he’s tough to handle.”
“I know I get on your nerves, always riding you and shit. It’s just because I feel like somebody needs to make sure everything’s gonna turn out okay.”
“You do get on my nerves, but if you get murdered, I promise to try and avenge you.”
“Make sure that my wife and kids have a good life, watch after ‘em?”
“Yeah, I feel like your kids are old enough to take care of themselves.”
“I’m just gonna go into beast mode and start biting faces and dicks.”
“If I die, please don’t remember me that way.”
“Oh, god. Oh, shit. This is happening.”
“I came all this way to bust you out of here.”
“I’m sure that little dick would love to see me murdered.”
“I mean, he might not mind you dead, but he wouldn’t want to see it happen.”
“Did you call your mama and tattletale on us?”
“Your brother there, he’s a big dope.”
“You try stopping me, I’ll put another hole in your face.”
“Kin don’t mean nothing.”
“Family’ll turn on you on a dime. You gotta treat ‘em like you treat anybody else.”
“Get the fuck out of the car.”
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