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rachi-roo · 10 months

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Mairimashita! Iruma-Kun: The Wiggly-Woos!

Weeeee! Thanks to everyone who voted in the poll! 'Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-Kun' has been my recent hyperfixation. XD And I'm just about to start watching season 3! I thought I'd extend this from the HCs I wrote a little while back, this being Asmodeus discovering his love for tiggles!

Summary: Asmodeus discovers his love of being tickled through his buddy, Iruma! With the help of Clara too~

Lee!Asmodeus, Ler!Iruma, Ler!Clara

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Finally! Friday had come, no school for the students of Babyls for two days. Time for some well needed relaxation. Asmodeus was well looking forward to his plans. He and Clara had been invited to a sleepover at Irumas house!

A whole day and night with Master Iruma?! What more could Asmodeus possibly ask for!? Although this wasn't their first sleepover, every sleepover was destined to be the best, because of Iruma!

The three sat together in Irumas' room as they waited to be called down for dinner, Opera was making them a feast for all the hard work they'd been putting into their classes and studying.

During their wait, the three were having a playful pillow fight on Irumas bed, all happily bonking and batting each other with their plump weapons.

"Iruma-kiiins! HIIIYAH!" Clara beamed as she tossed a pillow towards Iruma, who immediately was able to dodge it with ease, earning another huff from the green haired grem-girl.

"Aaah, no fair! Iruma-kins is cheating! Gah!"

"Cheating??" Asmodeus countered, hitting Clara over the head with his pillow. "How dare you accuse Master Iruma of such a deed! He would never do something so barbaric and sleazy!"

Iruma chuckled, petting Clara's hair. "Awww, I'm sorry, Clara. I can't help it. Next time, I won't dodge it, I promise!" The blue haired button smiled warmly as he sat with his arms open and his eyes shut, waiting for his sacrificial blow.

"W-What!? Master Iruma, you don't need to take a hit for her! Don't be so foolish, you'll perish for sure!" Over dramatic as ever, Asmodeus protested, trying to snatch the pillow from Clara as she took aim with a cheeky grin.

The pink haired fire wielder fought the pillow away from Clara, sighing with relief, having saved his master from what he saw as an assassination attempt.

"SUPRISE HUG ATTACK!"

"NO!" Asmodeus was too slow this time, Iruma was doomed for sure as Clara lunged at him, tackling him to the mattress with a flump as she hugged him warmly, kicking her feet in the air, proud of her victory.

"Hehe! I got you that time, Iruma-Kiiins!"

"Haha, you sure did." The victim chuckled before his eyes sparkled with an idea.

Asmodeus turned away in mock defeat, crushed by the fact he couldn't protect his master. "Oh Master Iruma... I have failed you!"

"KYAHAHA!" Clara's sudden, loud and bubbly laughter snapped Asmodeus from his pit of dispare. He turned to see Clara flailing and giggling in Irumas lap, her cheeks were a bright red glow and her tail was wagging furiously.

Oh no. Had Asmodeus missed a joke Iruma told? How awful!

"Uwah! Master! I apologise, tell me the joke! I must've missed it!" He asked, sitting on his knees facing the blue haired boy, who just blinked in return.

"Joke? I didn't say anything, Azz."

"Huh? But, Clara is in hysterics! You must have told one of your fantastic jokes!" He insisted eagerly, leaning forward, giving Iruma his biggest puppy dog eyes.

Iruma thought for a moment, looking down at Clara with a raised brow. She returned the confused expression with a hum.

Then it clicked in Irumas head. "You mean this?" He started poking Clara's sides again, making her squeal and wriggle like a little worm.

Asmodeus stared in shock. "Wh- How are you doing that, Master Iruma? You didn't even have to speak a word!" He was completely dumbfounded by what he was seeing.

Clara sat up with a grin. "Iruma is giving me the wiggly woos!" Wiggly-woos being Clara's family term for tickling.

"What is a wiggly-woo?? Clara you're talking nonsense again!" Asmodeus pouted, folding his arms, irritated that Clara was using her silly words again.

Iruma chuckled, softly tickling Clara's neck, making her shoulders bunch with a snort. "She means tickling, Azz. Haven't you seen it before?"

Tickling? This word was also foreign to Asmodeus. What could that mean? Forcing someone to laugh without telling a joke? What kind of strange behaviour could cause this?

"Uuuh... I'm afraid this isn't something I've come across before, master Iruma." His cheeks puffed in defeat, his pride damaged because he had been left out of the loop.

He looked up, feeling a soft hand resting upon his head. Iruma smiled at him kindly. "Not to worry, Azz! It's not a big deal."

Not a big deal!? But this was clearly something Iruma enjoyed. He was smiling so much when he was 'doing tickling' to Clara. His eyes flashed with determination.

"Master Iruma!" He cupped his friend's hands, looking deeply into his eyes as his own pink opals sparkled. "Show me!"

"Uh, show you?" Iruma was taken back by the sudden change in Asmodeus's demeanour.

"Yes! Please master Iruma, if you'd be so kind!" The demon quickly layed himself on the bed, sprawling out and prepping himself for whatever was going to happen. He needed to know! He needed to learn this from Iruma! For Iruma!

Iruma chuckled at the sight, flexing his fingers playfully. "I mean, if you're sure."

Asmodeus nodded quickly. "I'm certain! Master Iruma! Please, you must show me this tickling at once! I want to know how this spell works so that I may cast it upon you in any hours of darkness that may arise and-GYAHA!" A sudden jolt of electric tingles sent a spasm through Asmodeus body, causing him to immediately curl in on himself, covering his face with his arms in shock.

"Hah! W-What in hell was that?" He asked, his voice trembling slightly as he watched Iruma pull his hands away.

"That was a tickle." He smiled innocently, waiting for Asmodeus to calm himself before he continued. He didn't want to overwhelm him on his first tickle time.

"That was... A tickle?" Asmodeus was shook! He had never felt anything like that before. All Iruma had done was press on his ribs with his fingertips, and it had sent his body into an instant defensive overdrive!

Seeing how instantly reactive Asmodeus was, Iruma thought it best to leave him be for now. "Sorry, Azz. I won't do it again-"

"No!" Asmodeus quickly flattened himself out again. "I-I mean, uh, I can take it. I need to experience more. For um... Training!"

"Haha! If you say so. Here I come~" Iruma wriggled his fingers again, drawing closer to Asmodeus's tummy this time.

The pink haired demon felt his tummy doing cartwheels! His hands instinctively shooting up to try to bat Irumas' hands away as nervous, happy giggles started pouring from his mouth.

"Gehe! W-Wait! No, I'm okay, Iiiieeuah! Haha!" The sounds that were coming from him were less than flattering, but they were oh so cute!

"I haven't even touched you yet!" Iruma giggled with him as Clara watched eagerly, laughing at Asmodeus's strange sounds and expressions.

"Azz-Azz sounds like a little girl!"

"Y-Yohou would knowhow! Gyahaha!" Asmodeus brought his knees to his chest, his feet kicking as Iruma finally managed to dodge Asmodeus's defensive hands and get a good dig at his belly.

"KYAHAHAAAA!" His head flew backwards, pushing into the mattress as his back arched, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as a huge bright, fanged smile spread over his rosy cheeks.

"Oho my gahAHAHA! AHA!" He gasped for air, feeling Irumas tickling fingers shift across his body, finding his sides and starting to pinch and knead at the area.

"WAHAAA! I-IruMAHA!"

"That's my name~" Iruma chirped, happily watching his friend squirm and laugh freely. It wasn't unusual for Asmodeus to laugh around them, but to see him in utter hysterics like this was a real treat.

Asmodeus rolled to one side, half burying his face into the mattress as a hand managed to grab Irumas, only for the back of his ribs to be attacked with a set of digging knuckles instead, immediately making him roll back over.

"BYAHAHA! Ah! HAHAHA! I-IHIHIHEEEEE!"

"Haha, no escaping me, Azz~" Iruma teased playfully, starting to knead his thumbs into Asmodeus's lower ribs.

"AAAAH!"

Clara grinned, she wanted to play too!

"Hehe, time for the peets to get some wiggly-woos!" She chuckled, moving to sit by Asmodeus's feet. He was too distracted by this newfound sensation to realise what she was up to.

"Peets, peets, peets!" She sang, grabbing one of the flailing demons ankles, locking it securely under her arm.

"Huh? C-Clahahara! W-Whahahat are yoAHAHA! OHO DEVI-! HYAHAHA!" He practically screamed with laughter as he felt Clara's claws start to drag up and down his socked foot. His toes curled as he tried to tug his leg free.

"Wooow! Azz-Azz is devi-LOUD! Haha! Looks like his peets like the wiggly-woos the best!"

"You mean you think his feet are the most ticklish?" Iruma asked, just needing a brief translation.

"Yup! His little piggily-peets are very wiggly-woo positive!"

"Right!"

With one foot trapped and his upper half constantly being taken by suprise by Iruma switching tickling positions all the time, Asmodeus was getting the full work.

"Ahahahaaaa! HYAHAHAHA! Eeeheheheeee!" His laughter was loud, using his whole body to project his boyish guffaw. A few droplets of giggly tears pooled in his eyes.

Being such a powerful demon from birth, Asmodeus had never gotten into any tickle fights. He didn't even have any friends who would want to play like this with him. But now he did, and it was... Wonderful!

This full-on tickle fest only lasted about a minute, though it felt like an eternity, when Iruma noticed the tears in Asmodeus's crinkled eyes.

"Haha, okay, okay, ease up Clara."

"Aaawwww, I didn't get to test his other peet!" She chuckled, letting go of Asmodeus's foot.

The dishevelled demon lay there on his back, panting heavily. A lazy hand came up to swipe his tangled pink locks from his forehead. His clothes were wrinkled, and his shirt had ridden up past his abs. Somehow, his other sock had come free from his foot during his thrashing.

"Hah... Hey... Why..."

"Are you alright, Asmodeus?" Iruma asked, tilting his head as he waited for Asmodeus to catch his breath.

"Aww man, did we over do it? I'm-"

"Why'd you stop?"

Clara and Iruma looked at each other in suprise.

"Too many wiggly-woos will make you sleepy, or worse, the hiccy-pups!" Clara nodded.

"Yeah, don't you want us to stop?" Iruma asked, looking at Asmodeus's damp eyes and flushed cheeks.

Asmodeus furrowed his brow, not quite understanding why Iruma would say that. "Am I supposed to want you to stop the wiggly-wo- uh, tickling?"

That's when Iruma and Clara realised. This demon is a Lee! Or, in their terms, very wiggly-woo positive!

"Alright, Azz. Shout 'wiggles' when you want us to stop."

"I doubt I'll be needing a code word to stop you from tiHIHIAHAHA!"

The room was filled with laughter once more as Asmodeus was bombarded with playful tickling. All three of them laughing and joking together. The happy sounds danced out into the hallway, as Opera was on his way to fetch them for food.

He smiled to himself, letting the three play, just for a few minutes more.

"Hm... At least they're building up an appetite."

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairimashita! iruma kun tickles #welcome to demon school iruma kun tickles #iruma suzuki #asmodeus alice #clara valac #Lee!Asmodeus #Ler!Iruma #Ler!Clara #sfw tickles #anime tickles #Fluff #Mairimashita iruma-kun fluff

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hoochieblues · 2 months

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Peppy's Big Day Out

Small dog, big excitement. Peppy got to do her first meet and greet event... and she didn't screw it up! 🎉

We got the opportunity to attend a local charity day yesterday, mostly thrusting flyers at people and raising a little bit of awareness, and Peppy got the Very Important Job of poster dog.

From her point of view, she went to a weird place where a bajillion potential new best friends had come especially to meet her. And there was cake. To say she had fun is an understatement.

Doing any in-person stuff for European dog rescue tends to be a bit of a hard sell. Lots of 'ewww, foreign dogs' and 'but why pay attention to... over there... when there are so many UK dogs in need of help?' which is a reasonable question. To which the reasonable answer is 'we're lucky enough to have animal welfare legislation and an established rescue infrastructure with large national charities, though ofc there is always a need to do more, particularly at the moment with abandonment rates increasing due to cost of living, and the blatant cruelty and unfairness of BSL resulting in record numbers of bull breeds being given up or wrongly persecuted. If you'd like to donate to those causes, I have links! Meanwhile, 'over there' relies solely on individual animal rescuers doing their best with less than minimal resources and a corrupt and compassionless system of 'public shelters' where dogs are routinely starved, beaten, and inhumanely euthanised. Would you like a leaflet about supporting the campaign for legislative change and systems of street dog population reduction that don't involve culling, or would you like to hear about what happens when an animal is injected with weedkiller?'

Not to overtly politicise, but I don't like the isolationism that made Brexit possible, and I don't think compassion should know borders. My colleague just got back from a trip to Romania to see some of our dogs in care with rescuers there, and to meet an amazing woman we're working with to (potentially) expand helping with TNR and vet outreach programs in the future. Equity is about helping how and where it's needed, and it's the same reason I support microlending platforms and independent healthcare NGOs over, say, Oxfam.

Anyway, not sure how many minds we really changed, but the majority of people were sympathetic and/or open to learning more, and the small wiggly terrier beast giving I Am Cute puppy eyes while I explained how she'd spent time in the doggy equivalent of Rikers Island (pictured) definitely helped.

We even got to do some walks around the public gardens and go into the house for cream teas. Amazingly, our very own PeePeeFace behaved herself, didn't tinkle anywhere she wasn't supposed to, didn't chew any children (the mouthing is a lot better. She knows she isn't supposed to playbite unless she's had her key phrase... which is 'yum yum' in a Gremlins voice. Hey, if it works, it's not stupid.), and even (mostly) walked nicely on the lead, with only a little bit of spinning and flailing. We even got a few 'gosh, she's so well behaved!' comments, at which I tried with all my might not to say 'yes, it's because she's slightly overwhelmed. Don't worry, it'll pass.'

It was by far the busiest and largest thing she's been to, but she did really well... and now she is verrrry eeepy.

Also, to those wondering: Chance handled being home alone for longer than usual really well, though I did get back to find the carefully hidden evidence of a felony.

The 2lb locking tub of peanut butter (which had been on the back of the counter after I filled his kong that morning) had been the subject of a daring but extremely tidy heist.

Very little on the counter had been disturbed (even though he had to have been up there to get it, which... good job, buddy. Given the dodgy back leg, good job.) and the tub was just quietly sitting, unlidded, under the table. Not a drop of peanut butter on the rugs, nothing else disturbed. The mark of a master. Not even mad.

Anyway, overall a really good day, and huge progress for Peppy. Dunno if any of the people we met would potentially be interested in adopting her, but you never know. There's got to be someone out there for her.

#foster dog diaries #peppy le phew #dogs #in chance's defence #we were late back so it was well past dinner time #and he had solved the issue for himself. he also yoinked half a pack of wholemeal wraps out of the cupboard #so it was probably a very nice supper #and this is one of the things i love about ex street dogs. the problem solving. the independence. the cast iron gut.#also #he does a happy dance when i come home now. call it stockholm syndrome if you like.... but i saw that wagging tail.

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robbie-roo · 10 months

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guysssss I want to introduce you to this adorable little old lady named calliope

(if you live in Michigan and are interested in giving this lovely lady a home to spend her last few years please check out https://www.michiganhumane.org/dogs-and-puppies/ )

Calliope came in as a stray off a highway in detroit she came in looking very sick and gross she was covered in poop and her fur was matted and greasy she had a completely grey eye and was certainly almost completely deaf only hearing very low tones she also had no teeth except 3 very rotten molars so her tongue stuck out to the side she also had a bit of a head tilt which usually means she had some sort of brain injury possibly a stroke at one point in her life

(intake photo)

we had to draw blood to make sure her organs were functioning and to test for heartworm and poor little lady was very wiggly and gave herself a nasty bruise

we had to test her blood again for a clotting disorder because of how the bruise formed and how long it was staying so she went under very VERY light sedation and did amazing! I had a lot of extra time that day and asked if I could help clean her up

she was very patient with me despite not liking me messing with her face she let me clip off a lot of the gross matts and eye boogies off her face and clean out her ears a bit I was able to brush her out and cut out any stuck in poop so I wasn't pulling at her skin too much to get them out she had a lot of dirt and grime on her tummy from being outside a lot and she absolutely loved laying on her back in the crook of my arm so I could clean up her sanitary areas and cut her very very long nails I even got the shave out her paw pads

I gave her plenty of breaks in between since she is an older lady but she was so sweet and patient

(photo during one of her breaks)

In the end she looked absolutely lovely and clearly felt a lot better we even found a bow for her and a collar that fit her perfectly

(photos from after her grooming session with me)

I was absolutely in love with her but because she is so old there was a chance she would be stuck in our shelter for her remaining time not getting adopted due to her age and disabilities

luckily she got put in our foster program almost immediately and is staying with a very kind co-worker!

I love this little lady and if my coworker doesn't end up foster failing her I hope she finds an amazing home with lots of soft beds and kisses

please look into adopting or fostering older pets they deserve so much more than spending their last days in a shelter even if it means just a few days in a home it means so much to them (and to us!)

#dogs #rescue dogs #old dogs #adoption #shelter #michigan humane #michigan #stray

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femshep-fatships · 8 months

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"A neat Trick"

[Kasumi Goto]

Contains: fat space theif being a little shit. And a bit of muse lore

Kasumi burying her head in [redacted] underwear drawer and throwing it about like a dog. Sniffing it.

This is what she lived for to be honest. People's secrets, fattening chicken sandwhiches, having a big butt, and getting into places she wasn't supposed to.

Kasumi had no shame, rooting around through the under wear drawer looking for anything she thought might look cute on her own body. The bras were too small for her, but the bottoms...

The bottoms could stretch. She'd make a thong or two out of this lot.

Kasumi grinned mischivously under her dark hood. Shoving big handfuls into her swag sack. Grabbing money, a sealed diary with a biometric lock (she had a guy who'd crack it) and just great big handfuls of delicates and unmentionables and stuffing them into her sack.

Black eyes shifting about the room, Kasumi spotted a bit of uneaten birthday cake on the edge of their nightstand.

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

"Don't mind if I do~" wiggly chonk fingers reach out and seize the cakemessily stuffing a handful in her mouth.

Red lasers suddenly lit up the room

"Damn." Kasumi mumbled with her cheeks bulged and full. "Mmff. Cake alarm." She looked up at the blaring alarm light. The higher her head looked the more her hood pulled against her skull,, illuminating only her pale, chomping jaw. Her eyes completely hidden by her hood. "Should have seen that comming." Kasumi Goto bemoaned.

The door clicked. That was the preliminary lock. She could pick it.

But then a rumbling of several tons of steel began to close. Kasumi tilted her head in disbelief. This tiny apartment had vault doors? Who the hell was she robbing?

Her face went purple. Sucking in her fat took a lot of effort but it was useful for squeezing through things 1/4 her size, like a chubby squishy rat squeezing under a door frame.

Kasumi wasn't afraid. She eyed the 4 foot by two foot air vent by the door thoughtfully. Polished off the last of the cake. Wiped her hands on her big fat thighs, and sucked in her gut.

Her body mysteriously shrank! The 500 pounds of round belly, and Boulder like ass cheeks slimming down to just 240 pounds of thicc momma Instagram body.

Her head smashed through the grate. Energing on the otherside just in time to see the door lock electronically from the outside. "Damn. The jewels were fine. But the fucking cake? Who the fuck values their nightly snack so much they'd wake up the neighborhood to protect it?"

Kasumi wrenched open the vent and smooshed herself inside. Cralwing on her belly she punched out the other side of the vent. It was 7 feet between the inside of the apartment, and the outside corridor. Thick walls, for loud, moaning sex.

But her fat butt was still inside. Rocking, wiggling, tweaking. Her fat thighs and legs struggling. That big Kasumi cake, refusing to be stuffed in the small metal tube. Her big tits squashed comically into her face, as she inched her way to the other vent. Maybe she was getting too big to theif. Perhaps she should lay off the tacos...

Kasumi Goto laughed. As if. That was quitter talk.

Besides, there were perverts who loved big fat hips getting stuck in things. If she got the security footage, she could make a fortune on the right kink sites.

Kasumi's fat arms emerged and slapped on the outer wall, beginning to push. Her big boopa popped free first. Her teeth grit in determination. Even being able to shrink a bit, this vent was a tight squeeze on her belly, her fat butt was wiggling on the other side. Her legs kicking like a toddler's temper tantrum. "C'mon ol girl. Don't let it end like this. Haven't I heen... huff...haven't I been good to you?" Kasumi slumped. Half her gut was bursting out of the little rectangular hole in the wall. Her flabby arms and big tits looking as if they were growing right out of the wall.

Most of the old Normandy Crew had SOMETHING. Some odd quirk of genetics Miranda baked in. It was like two great greedy business rivals attempting to screw each other over.

Miranda wouldn't be satisfied until all her friends were greedy immobile piles of flab. Her own sister was the size of a warehouse. So fat, her skin was thin, almost slime girl like. A crust of dried jello over an ocean of jiggly gelatin.

Kelly chambers, the ORIGINAL Kelly Chambers, had been the first to test Miranda's communist feed everyone food supply. And while it was sick, tight, and incredibly based that an ungodly power like Cerberus was out in the open, being used to take care of everyone's basic needs, including food, it also meant no one knew what was IN their food.

Chemical agents to make you fatter. Make you lazier. Make you dumber. Chemical agents Kelly had been more than willing to test.

The first batch was a bit strong.

Kasumi had no intention of being a dumb helpless blob. Even if she did adore eating four massive pizzas in a row, each half a pizza being a full slice for her. To be a great beast of round fatness was fucking hot after all. It was a pickle to be sure, but Miranda was nothing if not willing to make a deal if it meant getting the team on board the feederism train.

Shepard's request had been an odd one. Liara was such a fat sub she'd never had a chance and became a helpless mountain of blubber on her own. Kasumi should visit the big blueberry girl...

"C'mon ol girl. You can do it." Kasumi panted. C'mon. Just..." Goto inhaled and held her breath, and focused. She cleared her mind. Meditating. The alarm became a distant echo. Time crawled to a stop. Her brain thinking harder and harder, until she felt a migrain starting to build. She couldn't breathe. She felt like gravity had been turned up on her body like she was going to be driven right through the floor and squashed flat. Her joints almost refused to bend, her muscles were so sluggish just to move. It felt like she was neck deep in mud.

Jack was putting up a fight. But Kasumi could tell Miranda liked her fuck toys limber enough to do all the work: Lawson was being surprisingly restrained. The hate sex must really be something.

Kasumi had wanted something very specific. Never imagined in a million years Miranda would crack it. But Kasumi was a thief of her word. So Goto had only one request, and thus a very very slick trick up her sleeve. An oddity of biology. If Miranda wanted to stuff her like a whale, she had to be able to do her job. Kasumi loved two things: Eating. And thieving (fucking was a distant third) Even as the alarms blared, and her fat tush struggled: Kas didn't panic. She focused.

And suddenly, like a shrinking balloon, Kas's massive, round jiggly tush deflated. The fabric crumbled in on itself like a parachute thats lost its wind. Like someone had let all the air out of an inflatable bed.

Her body shrank. Just for an instant. She wouldn't be able to hold it long, the fatter she got, the less she could do it, but after a minute's intense, painful concentration: Kasumi's big butt was small enough to squeeze through.

Kasumi pushed, and her hips were just small enough to scrape along the vent and pop out the other side. The thief dove forward out of the vent, looking like a flying squirrel in a suit meant for a much more massive Goto. It fluttered with a yard of extra fabric all around her as she rolled head over ass in mid air. And the second her boots slipped past the lip of the vent as she nimbly tumbled out, Kasumi summersualted so her ass was toward the ground.

BAAWOOOOMPH.

Kasumi Goto landed. Once again her massive size. Her suit creaking and stretched to its absolute limit with fat. Looking every bit the busty, overstuffed pillow of a theif she really was. Her 4 foot wide booty and bed sized thighs slamming into the floor with a heavy, floor shaking thump. Aas she sprawled out like a big, dumb, squishy panda. The impact making her blubber rock and wobble.

"Good girl!" Kasumi cooed, reach back with both hands and grabbing a different butt cheek. She shook her big ass lovingly watching her beloved cake wobble. "Im so proud of you, such a good girl. Thats my big, beautiful, bed destryoning, simp smooshing, chair crushing girl~" she gave her big rump a a squeeze in both arms. Letting the blubber buns smoosh and folde over the top of her arms.

Kasumi's headache started to recede gone. She always felt lighter after her little trick. Which was odd considering she was half a ton.

Grinning ear to ear, the theif looked back, and waggled her big tush proudly.

Her belly growled.

"Oh you did good too!" Kasumi pat her big round tum. "Whatever you want. Pizza? Ramen? Cheeseburgers? You're getting a treat tonight~" Kasumi purred with the same voice she'd dom a sub. "My big, beautiful, hard working girls." She rubbed and pat. And squeezed every inch if her fat, getting a little horny as she played with her big plush curves. She sucked her lip, not bothering to hide hers smile as she did. She giggled to herself. She'd have to find some Asari girl's face and sit on it. A treat. Just for her. Just for being a big, fat, sneaky thief.

Kasumi heard footsteps. And all joy left the moment.

Ew. The fuzz.

Wobbling shakily to her feel Kasumi realized she wasn't getting out of here with her haul. She looked mournfully into her pervy sack of undies. Picking out a particularly cute bra.

"Stop right there!"

Kasumi flung the bag of delicates like a confetti Canon. By the time CitSec had brushed the colorful bands of elastic and string off themselves Kasumi's dummy thicc cheeks and rolls were clapping invisibly away.

All this drama, for a half eaten slice of cake.

Kasumi licked her lips, as she fell out the window into her waiting ride, noting she still had a evidence on her face.

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Kasumi sat in the community kitchen treating her "good girls" to a post heist snack of ice cream. They'd rolled Liara in, and that stupid, short little pixie of a woman was nestled between her massive tits, spoon feeding her pudding. Tali was in the corner, her booster shot would allow her to be unmasked around them for about 45 minutes. And the plump Quarian was using that time to wolf down as many big hamburgers as her happy chubby face could fit, belching, and moaning and occasionally groaning "Keelah, so good~" as she fattened herself up on a midnight snack.

Shepard looked worried about something, and Traynor had a bagel (well, cream cheese with a bagel as the delivery device.) And was trying to encourage Shepard with some pizza.

Kasumi tipped her ice cream to her lips. Half the container had melted and she wanted to slurp up the slop before continuing with a spoon. Chugging a few mouth full of rich creamy dessert, she put it down on the counter, just in time for a roar like a dinosaur to come from down the hall.

Angry stomping boots were making their way to the VIP lounge. And everyone turned stupidly as a rush of biotic energy flung a whole ass fucking couch through the room, where it crashed against the wall.

Her great tattooed belly entered the room before she did. Her black lips curled in rage. Her brown eyes bulging and red.

"Someone ate my fucking cake!" Jack roared.

"Th-then just get some more from the fridge." Tali suggested, startled.

Kasumi's face remained mostly neutral. But her eyes were amused, and a soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips. The theif scooped another spoonful of Chunky Monkey, and shoved it into her lips to stop from grinning.

Her belly gurgled softly, as if it too were amused. But not because they'd stolen Jack's cake. No, Kasumi realized what Jack was really angry about.

A shadow fell over her. Kasumi looked up, putting on her best innocent face as Jack glared at her, an inch from her face.

"It was you. I fucking know it was you."

"Why would I go through all the trouble of stealing a slice of cake?" Kasumi asked coyly.

"You would." Liara said

"For sure." Tali nodded.

"Oh you'd absolutely steal a chocolate bon bon you just like the rush." Samantha Traynor said trying to get Shepard to eat a slice of pizza by smooshing it against her face.

Damn it. Damn them all.

Kasumi stared cooly into Jack's eyes. "What makes you think it was me? Did anyone see anything? I can turn invisible but you can hardly hide the loud clap of my big fat cheeks when I waddle. Surely someone must have noticed something..."

Jack tilted her head. "You really gonna go there?"

Kasumi played dumb. "Go where?"

"I know it was you."

"How?"

"Because you're the only one. Because You're a fucking little pervert." Jack snarled. Pushing her nose against Kasumi's. Her scowl matched only by Kasumi's slowly cracking grin.

"Oh? You don't have to be a pervert to steal cake. That's no proof." Kasumi said coyly. Watching Jack's face get redder and redder, this close, Kasumi could see it, not just fury, not just indignation the source.

Embarressment. It wasn't the cake Jack was pissed about. It was the little flowery, pink, lacy girly number Kasumi had mounted on a maniquinn bust in her hall of treasures back in her vault.

Kasumi, had seen big, tough Jack's girlie underwear. The one's only Miranda was ever supposed to see. Kasumi stuck a straw in her pint of ice cream and began to slurp it out of the corner of her mouth, not breaking eye contact with Jack.

"You fucking...You...you little dirty fucking...you saw...you stole...you touched...you stole my..." Jack was frothing. Spitting mad. But her eyes: fear. Shame. Embarressment. Jack didn't know how to process these, so she fell back on what she knew.

Spitting rage.

"Your...cake?" Kasumi suggested.

Jack looked to her left, everyone was staring at them. She seemed to be re-thinking something. Her eyes snapped back to the plump thief's. "Stay out of my shit! You little shit." Jack wheeled on her heels and sped toward the door, her angry stomps sending a fat wobble through her big gut and soft chub.

Kasumi was off the Hook. Jack would never admit Kasumi had seen her lingere stash. Kasumi could simply sit smug as a cat and Jack couldn't do anything but fume. Kasumi was home free, she didn't even have to say a word...

Kasumi smiled at Jack's retreating back.

"I loved the ones with the little Dinosaurs on them Jack. Looks like the kind of thing you'd buy off an adult baby site. Didn't know you and Miranda were into that sort of sweet cute stuff. Or do you just like Embarrassment? Does she force you to wear cute stuff? Does walking around in front of everyone knowing you've got such an embarressing pair of panties make you fucking wet thinking about what we'd all say if we knew?" Kasumi called her face unable to hide the huge chesire grin as she teased the seething fatty, before immediately cloaking into thin air.

The entire fucking kitchen counter, cabnits and splashguard and all ripped itself from the wall, as Jack hurled it with all the Biotic fury she could muster, and a war cry to make the dead piss it's pants.

Dummy thicc clapping echoed down the hall, and a wheezing, gigglesnort as an invisible hand squeezed Jack's tummy on the way out.

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 2 years

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The way you draw is so bingus honestly I’m not sure how to describe it

It’s like you made the characters out of silly putty and then like squished them ever so slightly

It’s kind of like Ed Edd and Eddie, and Courage the Cowardly Dog? Those shows where each frame was detailed and kind of, like, fuckin’ stretchy. No bones, only EMOTION.

And like, it’s twisted somehow. Idk if that’s what you’re going for - it could just be that I personally find that sort of style mildly unsettling. But the emotional intensity of the stories you tell combined with the vibe-oriented pseudo-anatomy makes it feel dimly like a bad dream. One of the ones where the emotion is sadness and not fear, the ones where you can’t go home.

It’s very distinctive. I like it a lot.

SILLY PUTTY!!!!

I honestly love that description.

"it's not that I don't know how bodies work. All my characters are canonly made of playdough"

PERFECT! GHFHFHHFF

As a kid I didn't like Edd, Ed and Eddy cus the art style hurt my sensitive eyes, with all the wiggly lines and I found it super hard to relate to any of the cast of the culdesac. I'm sure there are kids like that, but in my friend group, I couldn't relate to anyone on a base level and didn't find many of the jokes that funny that I couldnt get from other shows at the time.

As a kid I was a little picky thing and I tended to hate cartoons that strictly focused on "real kids" or "real people" boring if it didn't have a fantastical element to it. Like... I hated Hey Arnold, As told by Ginger, Proud Family and Doug as a kid.... But loved Danny Phantom, American Dragon, Jackie Chan Adventures, Avatar the Last Airbender, Pokemon Indigo League and Life as a Teenage Robot if that makes sense? Lol

(I know the Eds is WAY more cartoony and zany then the other shows I listed. But my child brain lumped them together as "real people doing boring things" shows for some reason)

Somehow the Eds was always on TV and I ended up watching it when nothing else was on, but I really didn't like the show as a kid. lol

I appreciate the style and show a lot more now. I do remember really loving the movie finale as a kid however. Probably because it was the most plot driven episode in the series with actual stakes and conflict. And I think it was the first time in the series history where characters cried and it wasn't played for comedy. (To my memory)

As I said, I appreciate these shows a lot more now, but the style of the Eds still hurts my eyes.

Courage the Cowardly Dog however was completely my jam. As a child, I would watch anything with dogs in it. Even if it was bad. Scooby-Doo, Krypton, Martha Speaks, Blues Clues, Clifford... If there was a dog, I was down. (I guarantee I would have watched paw patrol if it was in the 90s/early 2000s)

And I remember having fun times watching Courage with my Mom on week day afternoons.

I was always fascinated with things that were scary or a little bit creepy. I remember also loving the heck out of Hunchback of Notre Dame when I was eight and would burn out my VHS so bad.

So Courage comes up with it's creepy themes and halarious running jokes (honestly, rewatching that show as an adult, you can tell they phone in jokes a lot of the time. The running jokes are super abundant to the point I wonder if the actors recorded one take and they kept reusing it just cus it made them laugh. Cries in lack of bonus features on the collectors dvd.)

Courage was the perfect amount of slapstick and horror. Kinda like a modern day Scooby-Doo of it's time (which I also loved) just without the bland predictable mystery element. (I can't believe it took us till 2022 to get that Scooby-Doo and Courage crossover, even if it was a little lame lol)

The show also taught me a lot about the value of courage as an anxiety-ridden kid.

Courage not being the absence of fear, but the boldness to press on despite your fears.

And Courage's over the top screaming and most of the 'Monsters' of the week having their own motivation for doing what they did, made me a little less scared I like to think. Most of the monsters in Courage were never strictly "evil". Every one of them tended to have misguided morals or ethics and Courage had to stop them because their actions would result in them kidnapping Mariel or hurting his family. (Some of them were just pure evil...but that was super rare. Like even the "return the slab" guy just wants his land/tablet back that was taken from him. )

Idk. Even now I think that's pretty cool. And even if Courage is a super formulic show, I still adore it to this day.

Anyways.... I rambled too long about cartoons I had growing up. Hfhfgdgd

But yes. All my characters are made of puddy. Thank you.

#danachan's rants #i talk too long about cartoons

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 3 years

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In a relationship with Millie's younger brother

Blitzø

Following your sister to the big city in the Pride ring, you would naturally work for I.M.P. wanting to stick close to your sister, as the two of you were thick as thieves.

You, much like Millie, were a fun loving, spirit, always looking on the bright side of life.

Your energy would blend perfectly with Blitzø's dumbass, careless attitude.

Now Millie being your big sis, wouldn't care who you were dating, if they made you happy, she was happy.

Of course you were still her little brother, so she'd have to give Blitzø the talk. A talk involving numerous sharp objects and the threat of nudering him like a dog... with a pair of rusty scissors.

The two of you would be a absolute pair. Like Millie and Moxxie, if they were both Millie.

Youd would be madly in love with each other, youd both be care free lovers, always living in the moment, just enjoying each other.

Being deeply in love, your relationship was a deeply intimate one, the two of you having many passionate nights together.

Blitzø absolitelly loves your rustic charm. Loving the way you handle everything with such a country simplicity. Plus your southern charm always makes him feel wiggly inside.

And you loved the way Blitzø was always so positive, his playful and care free nature always making you smile. Making the best of any situation.

The two of you loved to go out with each other, date nights were a constant. even if you didn't actually go anywhere.

The two of you were just happy to be together.

That said, many of your nights out would be to visit Millie and Moxxie.

Now, with you being his boyfriend, he spent his time with you, instead of stalking the pair. But that didn't mean he was gonna stop visiting them.

Infact you visited them every week, just going to see your sister, Millie was always happy to have you over.

The four of you would often double-date, you and Moxxie often picking the place for the night, as your better halves always picked places to expensive.

Now, you actually really like Moxxie. He was a good guy and the perfect balance for your sister, as she was care free, he was careful, always keeping your sister on the ground.

You often defending him when Blitzø or loona picked on him. Scolding Blitzø for being so crass towards your brother in-law.

Blitzø always apologise, and even if he wouldn't stop. He'd still say sorry.

Your relationship with Loona was complex. As you didn't want to force a relationship, but Blitzø would keep trying to force it, something that made it harder.

When the two of you actually sat down and talked, you'd get along swimmingly. You'd respect her space, often defending her from Blitzø, something she was grateful for.

Now we know, Millie's, now also your family, initially liked Blitzø when they met him. While not so much liking Moxxie.

This time would be a bit different.

Blitzø wasn't a friend, he was corting there little boy, now they'd actually vet him, wanting to see if he was good enough for there little boy.

Theyd give him a fair shot. Impressed by his can-do attitude and hands on approach to a problem.

Your relationship would be very open, Blitzø being open with you, while you trusted him deeply.

The Stolas Situation would be a difficult situation.

One of two things would happen;

One, Blitzø tries to hide the relationship, doing so successfully for a few months, before you'd discover the affair, likely by overhearing a call between the two.

In that situation you'd be devastated, running to Millie in tears. Your older sister going into defence mode. Keeping you close, when she realised what happened, she'd immediately try to erase him, not letting him within a 10 mile radius of you.

Your relationship could recover, but you'd never fully forgive him, especially if he still had to sleep with Stolas.

Millie would despise his guts, just waiting for him to slip up so she could erase him.

Or two, Blitzø would explain the situation to Stolas. Now I don't think Stolas would force Blitzø to sleep with him. He'd respect your relationship, for the most part. While still inviting you both over every full moon, something you'd only accept if the two of you were fighting.

Over all your relationship would have its ups and downs, but you'd love each other deeply, and nothing would get between you.

Loona

Loona has no idea how you ended up together.

You were just there, showing up with your sister.

And while initially she found your innocent, farmville attitude annoying. But over time she'd find your light-hearted nature endearing,

The way you were always so care free, how you didn't seem to care when she insulted you. Always acting like you were her best friend no matter how much of a bitch she was being.

She'd never admit it, but she really appreciated the way you were always there for her.

Your relationship would seem kinda one sided. And it kind of was for a while, with you being the one pursuing her, with Loona always being hostile towards you. But you knew Loona liked you too, you just had to make her admit it.

She wasn't the best at expressing affection, or love, or any emotion except frustration.

You on the other hand were very good at expressing yourself, especially your love for loona, screaming it from the rooftops grand gestures if your loving being common.

Shed eventually give in, going out with you, the two of you eventually falling for each other, sharing an awkward little kiss.

And then, the two of you were a couple.

She would say she hated you being so open with your affection. Big hugs, kisses, openly proclaiming your love, she told you she hated it all.

That was until you stopped your public displays off affection all together, only showing her affection a few times a day.

Almost instantly, you noticed her mood change.

She'd get all quiet and self concious. Always on edge, eventually she'd confront you, asking what's wrong. You'd tell her you stopped because she didn't like it.

Loona being a total Tsundere, would never admit it. But she absolutely loves when you shower her with affection, making her all warm and fuzzy inside when you told her you loved her.

You were Loonas best friend, her confidant. The person she could truly rely on in hell, other than her dad. but he didn't count.

So she'd make it seem like she didn't want to control you, insisting you go back to proclaiming your love.

For your sake.

With your rather innocent and open nature, she found herself becoming very protective of you. Taking any slight against you personally, no matter how small it may be.

You'd didn't like her insulting Moxxie, him being your brother in-law meant he was family, and no one insults family.

Something she'd respect for the most part.

Speaking of family, your relationship with Blitzø would actually be pretty good, for the most part.

As we know he's highly protective of his daughter, but with you, he was more relaxed.

You being his employee helped, as he could see your abilities up close. You being Millies little brother certainly didn't hurt, as he knew she was a about as good as an Imp can get, so you got positive karma by association.

Your carefree nature would work well with his, the two of you being a good friends.

Now Loona was still his little girl, so he'd have to threaten you with imaginable pain, if you hurt his daughter, even a little.

Now when it comes to Your family, Loona would naturally be her awkward little self, introducing her, your family would be delighted to meet her.

Your mother having a cheerful little girl time with her, something she would initially hate, but would come to enjoy. Your mother acting as a much needed female influence in her life.

Your relationship would, honestly, be much like Millie & Moxxie. Loona being the serious, grumpy one, while you would be the more light hearted, care free partner.

A comparison she absolutely hated.

But much like Millie & Moxxie, you'd still be madly in love. Even if Loona was a big grump.

With you always pulling her out of the dumps, and she always managing to keep you grounded.

Stolas

You'd actually meet much like he originally did with Stolas.

You, being young and reckless, would try and prove yourself to your new boss by stealing Stolas' Grimoire.

And much like him, you were caught easily.

As, while you believed yourself to be like a shadow, in reality you were closer to a bull in a China shop.

When he caught you, you tried to play it off. Pretending to be just exploring the house. Casually changing your story whenever he poked a hole in it. First you were a servant, then a repair Imp, then you were a carpet cleaner.

Your confident manner never wavering managing to make him laugh.

He was taken off guard when you changed your strategy, beginning to flirt with him.

You moved in close, confidence in your voice as you used your southern charm, to flatter the demonic prince as much as possible.

In reality you had no idea what you were doing, having never actually flirted with someone before.

Stolas didn't really care, too caught up in the way you were so genuine, speaking to him like a real person. Like he was more than just a title.

Agreeing to give you the book, youd have sex. Stolas wanting you to fuck him like a bitch in heat... you wouldn't dissapoint.

Instead of falling from the balcony, you would accidentally slam into Stella as you ran out of the house, blurting out her husband sure can suck dick.

You would initially keep your "relationship" a secret, not wanting to worry your sister with you being caught up with royalty.

But eventually you'd have to come clean, as you couldnt keep making excuses for why the Prince you supposedly 'Stole' from kept calling you up.

Millie would be concerned at first, not wanting you to get killed for a blue-blooded. But she trusted you to take care of yourself, still telling you to be careful.

Blitzø would probably give you a high five, congratulating you for fucking royalty.

You, not being quite as emotionally constipated as Blitzø, would be much more open with Stolas, at least in regards to your feelings.

With stolas being the love starved creature he was, to be with someone as affectionate and warm as you, would be that God send.

The two of you eventually falling for each other, becoming an "official" couple

Your relationship would be so romantic, stolas being the big goofy love bird, he would constantly be showing you affection.

You in turn always made sure he knew you loved him for him, not his title. Going to great efforts to learn about Stolas as a person.

Your carefree lifestyle and loving nature would be exactly what Stolas needed in his life. After centuries of constant work, you would help him live life for himself for a bit.

The two of you would be so madly in love, both spending every spare moment together.

You would always be there for him, acting as something of an emotional crutch for him as he deals with his family.

His family was a difficult subject.

There is literally no chance you and Stella will ever get along, not at all. No chance.

But you'd have a much better chance with Octavia.

You actually caring about Stolas' relationship with his daughter, means you'd actually put in some effort in to getting to know her.

She'd be cold, understandably so, but you'd give it your all. Trying your best to show genuinely cared for both her and her father

She wouldn't like you, but she'd come to respect your relationship. Seeing how happy you made her father. The two of you forming a truce, agreeing to be civilised for Stolas' sake.

Your family on the other hand. Would be literally in awe of your new found boo.

Him being royalty and all, would stun your family, never expecting in a million years one of there kids would end up with royalty.

It would be hard for them to scrutinise a prince, even if he was in a relationship with there son.

Millie wouldn't have that problem, she'd be happy to threaten Stolas, telling him she'd roast him like a Turkey if he hurt you in any way.

Stolas would love it, loving your tight nit your family was.

He'd happily help around the ranch, even though he'd be terrible at any real work, he'd still give his best.

Your relationship would have its problems. His whole "having a family" thing, often being a source of most of them. But you would always work through with him. The two of you in a deeply Romantic relationship.

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kuroshitsuji-scenarios · 5 years

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Ooooo I'm so excited.. Thank you for doing this. ♡ Would you mind doing some head canons for (Our) Ciel trying to comfort his gender neutral S/O after their cat passed away please? "She wasn't just a cat; she's family. I've lost a sister it seems." I know that may be a bit heavy so I do understand if you don't want to do this one. ^^; Thank you very much if you do tough. Much love. ♡♡♡

Ciel:

Not being eager to show it on the outside, Ciel will still understand how does it feel to lose someone dear to you, even if it could be considered as ‘just a cat’. He is allergic, not an oaf, so although he has never experienced any deeper bound with a cat, he will do his best to soothe your pain and will never brush it off as something insignificant.

In his childhood, the didn’t have the best relationship with the family’s dog, but in the end he realized that he, indeed, considered him as a friend. Weird and annoying but a dear friend, nevertheless. Ciel will want you to stop grieving as soon as possible, but will also give you as much time as needed to heal.

His support might not be the most obvious but it will be there. He will try being nicer—and that is something. He won’t demand anything from you at that time, tolerating everything you do or say, no matter if you will grow mean due to the bad mood. He will be patient, reminding himself that it will pass soon and drinking a lot of melissa tea.

Ciel’s support will be the most visible in the I’m-here-for-you way. He won’t know what to tell you to make you feel better, he has experienced so much death that his point of view can be somehow different than the others’, but he won’t try to value your problems there. You will always be allowed to come to him and talk or just sit in silence and he will even stop working to pay full attention to you. He will also want to prepare only your favourite dishes, whether he likes them or not.

Other than that, he will believe that it simply takes time to get used to the new state of things and you will undertand it, too. This might not be very encouraging, though.

Knowing that people do experience death differently, Ciel will offer you to bury the cat somewhere close so you can visit her whenever you want. He will make sure to take it seriously and so the grave will be worth the feelings you gave to your cat. You can be surprised that everyday there will be fresh flowers, one of his orders to keep it clean and tidy, the place where you will find serenity and not feel like your friend is lost somewhere far away.

He will tell you that he regrets never being able to pet her, from what he heard from you knowing that she must have been a wonderful company.

After some time, when he will consider you to be better, he will straightforward adopt a tiny kitten and give it to you, saying that this wiggly, hairy worm was abandoned and needs some love and a shelter. He will be all red and sneezing while doing so. Ciel will only demand from you to keep it away on the other side of the mansion and change clothes whenever being around it—other than that, he will be willing to sacrifice himself to bring the smile back to your face. By doing that, he won’t try to replace your beloved cat, but to show you that no matter what happens, there are still beautiful things to care about in the world and many things to live forward to, even if it will be just another kitten, new to the world and needing protection. Quite a hypocrisy of him.

Alright, but imagine Sebastian’s face when he will hear about it, the fact that you are allowed to have a can and he is not??? What kind of double-standard is it???

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel phantomhive #ciel phantomhive x reader #ciel #headcanons #humans #queue

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d1nosaurrr · 2 years

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A Little Braver: The Moment of Truth

In the age of six, I fell behind in reading. This surprised you, who'd surrounded me with various books since I was three. Raised by an enthusiastic mom who spent cloudy afternoon to read. A Charlotte Web aloud to me. One weekend, you took turns reading Matilda, the minutes past bedtime slipping by like an easy spell. By age of six, I'd memorized nearly half a dozen children's books and recited them word by word for benevolent grandparents. I want to make you proud, yet confused I still failed on first grade English.

According to the six years old me, books written for my age were lousy. So, I stopped reading them. I didn't care what Clifford, that red dumb dog, did. It hurt my feelings that the plot only tried to be happy, never beautiful. I loathe Clifford because he missed the substance point. It wasn't just that he was a huge inflamed, it was that his story made me feel so small. However, with your unending wisdom, told me to create my own. You gave me a blank page for inspiration, pencil with eraser for trial and error, then a marker for illustration. I wrote about fairies and an enchanted forest, as well as unicorn we ride like a gorgeous tiger.

Later on, I send you, my gratitude. I made you a dark chocolate with "best mom" spelled out in mini-marshmallows. I hold you tightly in day of mother's, smiled at the camera— a momentary easing of the tension around my eyes. In the afternoon, we play in the garden green, and put picture moments in the wall. Clenching fear in my teeth, rather than letting it spill onto the table. The sky— spreading over the fences and the hedges that divide with lines unvisible from above. You told me to go to the square room filed with laughter yet inside my small heart I was an onion skin. I saw you leaving the place, I think that I can't do it, can't survive this shrinking of our world.

I would stare blankly at the wall not knowing what to do next. I took a water with the change of tears. I am seated alone in a sea filled with unfamiliar faces. Overhearing sweet conversations, they have the kind of discussion that mention their wiggly toys and somehow, I can't help but to wish that we can play later. Then, an overcast clouds linger, and there's a frostbite feeling echoing of fear that I will never have a forever with you. I try to sing winter blues in the crowded room, waiting for you to arrive. The silent voice in my head asks me, where you are, and I tell her that you are somewhere far from my grasp, but never out of my touch.

I look around, a woman with a chalk is standing while the back of her was a crowd holding pencils, imitating what's in front. I have no idea, but when I ask behind, my braid made by you was tweaked by a brawny girl. My eyes have never spilled so many indigo tears in the sight of throng. Questions arrived towards me; however, the clock won't let you save me from her. I was tricked and my emotions are knocked down enough that I don't know how to stop and get back again without your silky hands. I need a minute to contact you, and to keep all the promises we did.

I will always remember that late night, you patiently waited for me to finished my school. On the next day, the time when I sat on the cement floor outside the hospital in denial, after they broke the news that you were gone and how you decided to let go even before I made it. Yet I thought you only wanted our memories and more of our little moments as my last image of you— the patient, talkative, the strong mom I always saw you to be; and all your silent motherly ways of showing how much you love me.

When I was eleven, I was praised for being so grown up for my age. I could cook, clean abruptly, take a city jeep down to school. In the wake of unbearable stories, I learn to write ones I can live with. My birthright of creativity. I get to write what makes my brain hum and hearts surge. All that at a time I was proud of myself, but looking back I realized that what I did was out of necessity, and that my mom was taken away from me. There is so much I need to tell you, but you only earned one life.

The weighing feeling etched in my heart. It was filled with glistening sunburst. I was glowing in technicolor, but I’ve burnt to ashes since your sudden departure. Later on, I became an actress on the stage while I lied to everyone's faces. When I went to visit you in your new home, in the plain canvas I painted the best mom in my narrative. But my emotions are still devoted to our memories. I will always look back at every moment we spent together, with a glance of thousand words. Paper planes, and porcelain. The scent of rain through the window pane, and the sight of you. Oh, you were a good dream. I remember every single thing like it was just yesterday. Has it really been 10 years?

#memoir #memories #motherslove

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boondockerblog · 5 years

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Running was equal parts challenge and super fun (ok, maybe not equal since the challenge was part of the fun).

Day 12 - Quartzsite (and a surprise trip)

Fun - sunny, brilliant blue sky, the warmest morning yet (the first w/capris and no gloves) and the challenges.

Challenges - Bill was worried about Maddie hurting her feet on the rocky and very uneven desert ground. She, of course, was fine while I stumbled, and even looking down, turned my ankle numerous times. He also said he hoped we'd be back by lunch. I'd already thought about what to do to find our way back - it's not like there are trails, just desert and cactus and Desert Willow trees and Creosote bushes and sand and rocks and mountains.

So off we went with me trying desperately to run straight toward the rising sun and a mountain peak and remember a cactus as a landmark. This lasted about 1/4 km. Here's the problem - it takes small steps to the left and then the right and then to the left and then to the right to get around a cactus, a tree, a super big section of large, hard to run on rocks. Then trying to get back to the straight line to the mountain peak was impossible as in those minutes the sun had moved just enough that it illuminated that peak differently and now I didn't know which one it was. In the meantime I was looking down most of the time so as to not have to crawl back with a sprained ankle and I saw Quartz everywhere (this should not have been such a surprise - we were, after all, in Quartzsite!). We eventually got to a road and found a whole new section of mass motorhomes and an easier run.

The return trip was much better terrain (but you can see the problem - yes? - this means I wasn't going back the way we came). The end result: we overshot our motorhome by maybe 1/3 km, knew we were too far and did find it. I actually consider this to be pretty good given the circumstances.

After the run we continued our usual - me answering emails, showering, dressing, making eggs, sausage, toast, fruit and cappuccino, eating, looking at a map for the next adventurous place. Every other say of years if our Winter trip Maddie hangs outside. It's hard to get her to stay in the motorhome. So when she asked to come in I was surprised but was busy so didn't think anything. At some point she went it and every time we looked she was sleeping or laying down but staring.

When it was time to leave for water, dump station and laundry I called Maddie in and she didn't move. I called again and she got up weirdly and then walked with a weird gate. Bill said that her feet were hurting from the rock run. She came in she just didn't look right and her butt was wet. I made her go out and run so I could be sure she was alright. It seemed like normal. Then the weird gate again. Then in the motorhome she was having trouble sitting without wobbling. We left for the 10 min drive on bumpy desert ground (which she hates). She kept leaning heavily on me and her eyes were barely open. I made her get up and move to "her" couch just so I could see if she could. She was a little slow but wouldn't stay once I left and then I saw that the cover we have on "her" couch was wet. She was incontinent.

The place was packed, plus 3 people in line. Maddie kept slumping, Bill held her up, she sat in a pool of pee that we kept cleaning up and more kept coming. And more people kept coming. Everyone was so concerned about her and us and were trying to be encouraging.

By this time we were in the mass of humanity and bumper to bumper cars and motorhomes known as the Quartzsite Swap Meet. We were both getting concerned that something was really wrong with her - snake bit? (incontinent didn't fit bit muscle weakness and lethargy did), something she ate, something poisonius? (remember all the poop and garbage we cleaned up - but she ate breakfast no problem). She seemed to be getting worse by the minute so we called the only vet for miles (30 to be exact) and after what was an eternity of traffic we were finally on our way 30 miles to Blythe, CA. Talking to Maddie the whole way, making her pick her head up, petting, praying, Bill driving really fast we finally arrived. I was trying to be positive but I wasn't sure she was going to be breathing by the time we got there.

Finally 30 min later they fit us in. Pee in the exam room (not squatting, just pee trickling out constantly). Re-explaining her symptoms. The vet listened to her heart and said she knew what it was. We were incredulous when she told us. I was in such a hurry I hadn't done my usual look up the symptoms and avoid the vet. And had I I'd never, ever have come up with this. Marijuana Toxicisty. Our Maddie was high, at a toxic level. The vet said they'd prevent the rest of it being absorbed with charcoal and flush it out quicker with iv fluids.

A couple hours later -- out came running, wiggly, smiling dog still incontinent and now charcoal all over her mouth but HAPPY and happy, happy, happy us!

We went to bed so very thankful that we were on the edge of a very narrow road and a river because we were with a very hairy red dog with a too small diaper taped on with packing tape.

We didn't want to go all the way back to Quartzsite in case we needed to go back to the vet in the middle of the night. We read about a BLM area on the CO River 10 minutes away and by this time it was 8:30 pm. Probably the worst place yet to arrive in the dark. Long, narrow, wash board, rocky (so10 mi/hr) road that we occasional saw water on our left but no idea what was between us and the water or what was on the left except what our headlights showed, which was tall being grass eight up to the road). The GPS showed water on both sides of the road (and our motorhome several times driving in the water - making it hard to believe the safety of the times it showed us on land). The road was slightly wider than one car, except where it was narrower and every so often the occasional opening in the tall grass (a couple bigger ones had 3 or more motorhomes and some smaller with one. Every possible place had someone or several someone's in them. After 15 min or so we were wondering what we'd do whenever the road ended and then saw a pretty small place where we'd could get off the road, just barely, and be right up against the grasses (likely right on the edge of the river bank). The spot had us pitched so far back that the little bit of water we had left didn't reach the pump (our plan for the day had been water, dump and laundry - but as you know our day didn't go as planned).

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