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Kinktober 「10:03」 — b.chris, l.felix

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➮ bunyip!Chris × fem!reader × bunyip!Felix wc: 6.6k summary: Y/N is convinced her map is wrong when she finds herself utterly lost on what was supposed to be a short hike from her camp. When she comes upon a small river and stops to fill her canteen, she finds more than water waiting for her. genres/themes/au: angst/fluff/smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, supernatural and horror themes, mild existential dread of being lost in the middle of nowhere, mentions of: camping, getting lost, Australian Outback; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! taglist for kinktober is CLOSED. Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: this was a LOT of fun to write! I would have like to added more but time crunches are real lol this also serves as Chris' birthday post! so hbd to Chris! bunyips are an interesting mythology because reports of what they look like vary but about 60% of sightings claim they look very seal-like so that's the direction i went in. i also slightly changed the prompt to include "him" cause Y/N is sandwiched between them lol anyways, thanks for reading! the next part is oni!Jeonghan so stay tuned as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), threesome, water sex, unprotected sex (do not do), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dom!Chris, switch!Felix, sub!Reader, use of pet names (hers: babe, baby, sweetheart, angel, honey; Chris: sir; Felix: babe), and that should be all of it but let me know if I missed some. kinks: Threesome + pool/water sexdialogue prompt: ❛❛ Make Me. ❜❜ + ❛❛ God, you’re so beautiful when you’re fucked out under me/us/him. ❜❜

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When you first told your family and friends about your plans to brave the wilderness of Central Australia during a solo backpacking trip, they were quick to insist you didn't partake in such a daring feat. They called you insane, pleaded with you to reconsider but you had been determined to prove you could do it, taking months of survival and wilderness courses in preparation.

After several months of courses, collecting the appropriate gear, you were certain you were ready for your trip through the Tjoritja / West MacDonnell National Park. The flight from Brisbane to Alice Springs took just over 3 hours where you took a bus to the telegraph station where the Larapinta Trail Head was located. You had everything you needed; water, camping gear, food, and a satellite phone with a solar charger.

Everything had been carefully planned out, permits obtained, and you were ready to start your trip.

Or so you thought.

The first section of the trail took you from the telegraph station to the first campground at Simpsons Gap. The trail was just under twenty five kilometers and took roughly nine hours to complete. The trail had been mostly deserted despite being quite popular in the area. The next day, you visited the gap, snapping a few pictures before packing up and heading to the next spot.

This stretch was longer, at just over 26 kilometers, and it actually took less time at eight and a half hours. You stayed in the campground at Jay Creek with another camper which was an older couple who shared their dinner with you. That night you slept better than the first and when you awoke in the morning, you were the first to head out.

The next few days went by without incident and you were finally about to start the last section of the first half of the trail. The next section would take you from Hugh Gorge to Ellery Creek. At a distance of nearly twenty-nine kilometers, it would take between ten and eleven hours to complete. After spending the night near Hugh Gorge and replenishing your stores, you headed on your way. 

Your first stop was Hugh View before continuing on. Your plan was to stop at the next campground, Rocky Gully, where you would camp for the night. The hike from Hugh Gorge campsite to Rocky Gully only took a few hours which left you some time to explore the surrounding area.

You set up your camp at the abandoned campsite, taking a small bag to go on your small trip to explore the nearby area, following the trails around the campsite and following them east and south. You snapped pictures, hiking through the brush and taking in the sights.

After following the paths you came to a horrific realization.

You were lost.

You dug through your back but couldn’t find a compass and immediately started cursing yourself. You tried backtracking but somehow got even more lost. As you scanned the area, you started to look around for any potential water sources. Each step took you further and further away from camp.

Your water container had started to run empty and the sun was almost at its highest point in the sky. You needed water and you needed it soon. 

As you walked further, you climbed over the crest of a small hill and felt relief flood your body as you spotted a glimmer in the near distance. It was a small natural channel with water at the base. Upon moving closer, you could tell the water was a decent depth, maybe about to your waist.

The water was dark but when you dipped your hand under the surface, you could see it was surprisingly clear. To be safe, you would use a purification tablet. Opening the top of your canteen, you dipped it just under the surface, allowing water to flow in and showing you that there was a slow moving current as you filled your receptacle.

“Thank God,” you whispered as you stood up straight and pulled your bag forward to dig out one of the purification tablets and drop it into the canteen. As you started to turn away, you heard a soft splash and turned to look behind you. Scanning the water, you saw nothing. “Probably my imagination,” you murmured, bringing the lid of your canteen up to screw it on.

As you moved to step forward there was another, much larger, splash and you felt a presence arise from the water behind you. A loud roar startled you and you were too shocked to move. Your flight or fight response didn’t kick in, instead you froze.

“Wh-what the hell?!” you yelled as you felt something grab your ankle, pulling back and forcing you to fall to the ground. It had a firm grip on you and pulled again, dragging you back towards the water and away from your pack. You clawed at the red dirt, desperately trying to find something to grab onto but came up empty.

Your canteen lay forgotten, water spilling out of it and soaking the ground under it as you were pulled down into the ditch. You screamed, kicking at whatever had a hold of you, fearing the worst. Water enveloped your lower half and had you not been fighting for your life, it might have felt nice in the hot Australian sun.

Finally you managed to turn yourself over and your eyes widened in shock. A massive creature, the size of water buffalo but it was not a water buffalo. It had an almost panther-like appearance but something about it was vaguely seal-like. It had sleek black fur, black eyes with bright green irises.

It opened its mouth, displaying its teeth, all of them looked like they could tear you to shreds. You let out a scream, bringing your arms up to shield your head. Though, with an animal this large, there was no way it couldn’t just bite you in half. You chanced a glance through your arms at the creature. 

It hovered over you, its hot breath fanning over you with each pant as it stared you down. You let out whimper, shielding your face once more as you silently begged for it to not kill you. You heard the creature shift away, the heat of its breath disappearing. You waited for a few moments, only uncovering your head when you heard a splash in the water.

The creature was gone.

You sat up and looked around, expecting to see it lying in wait to ambush you but saw nothing. Looking down you saw that you were half submerged in the water and sighed in frustration as you attempted to stand up but you felt a hand close around your ankle again, yanking you back down into a sitting position. You let out a yelp, water splashing around you.

Seconds later, a head appeared, emerging from the water. Topped with short bluish green hair with waves and curls and a pair of striking green eyes that looked back at you. Your heart hammered wildly in your chest as you watched the head rise further, revealing the face of a handsome man. As he lifted his head from the water, he tilted it to one side, almost as if he was curious by the sight of you.

His shoulders followed, the water stopping about midway down his chest. His bare chest. You tried not to stare but it was evident that he was not wearing clothes but you didn’t want to think about that. “What the…” you trailed off as you looked at him. A smile graced his face. You half expected to see pointed teeth but instead were met with surprisingly human teeth.

“What are you?” you asked softly. The man tilted his head in the opposite direction. Paired with the smile it was slightly unsettling but he dropped the smile, a look of confusion passing over his features. He seemed to be mimicking your expression as your brows rose, so did his. “Wh-what are you?” you asked again, a little louder. He straightened up, moving through the water towards you, climbing up the slope. As more of his skin was exposed, it seemed that the silky black fur melted away to expose his golden skin tone as he crawled over you.

Soon he had you pinned, unable to get away as he looked down at you. He wasn’t answering your questions and you decided to change tactics. “Do you er… have a name?” A look of excitement came over his face and he opened his mouth. 

Whatever you were expecting to come out of him was not what you got. In a voice you weren’t expecting from what you could only assume was a creature you’d just seen, he answered. “Yeah, I’m Chris,” he said, a slight accent you recognized. It wasn’t too different from yours.

“Ch-Chris?” you asked, feeling slightly relieved when he nodded eagerly. “And he’s Felix,” he added, jerking his thumb over his shoulder towards the left. You turned your head, almost letting out another scream when you saw another pair of bright green eyes staring at you from just above the surface of the water. The head raised and you were surprised that this one looked so different from the first.

‘Is this some sort of mimicry technique?’ you wondered to yourself as you looked between the two.

The second one, Felix, was equally as handsome and looked like some kind of model. He had freckles littering his nose and cheeks, looking like stars dotting the sky. His hair was longer than Chris’, blond and swept back, a few strands framing his face. He had a much slender build.

“F-Felix?” you asked, looking at Chris. The one named Felix nodded, moving closer, his body gliding through the water with ease. “What’s your name?” he asked, his voice, which was much deeper, took you by surprise. “Y/N,” you answered as he neared you, also crawling up the slope of the embankment until the water hit just above his navel. Or where you assumed a navel would be.

You felt a hand on your knee under the water and your attention snapped back to Chris. “What’re you doing?” you asked, trying to squirm away but a firm hand held you down. “You can’t leave,” Chris said sternly. You looked from him to Felix and back. “Wh-why?”

“Because,” Chris started. “You took something from our stream,” Felix interjected, resting his head in his hand as he stared up at you. “You’re really pretty,” he added with a smile. “Th-thanks — wait, timeout,” you said, holding up your hands. “What exactly did I take?” you asked, looking up at Chris.

He nodded at the top of the embankment. You followed your gaze to find he was looking at your canteen which was occasionally dripping water onto the dirt. You turned back to Chris. “Water?” you asked. “The water I spilled when that.. that thing — grabbed my ankle?”

Chris looked mildly offended at your words. “I’m not a thing,” he retorted. “I’m a bunyip.” Your eyes widened as you stared at him. ‘A bunyip? The legendary maneater from Aboriginal mythology?’ You turned your gaze towards Felix who raised his brows, giving you a flash of a smile before you turned back to Chris. “You’re that creature?” you asked softly. Chris nodded.

“We both are,” Felix added. “Well, not the one you saw,” he clarified. “That was all Chris,” he explained. “Grabbing your ankle and yanking you down. I was over there.” Felix pointed down the way to where a log was sticking out of the water.

You nodded slowly. “But you’re still the same… creature?” you asked. Felix nodded. “Bunyip,” he corrected. You turned back to Chris. “I only took some water because I’m lost,” you explained. “I went for a hike and now I can’t find my way back to my camp.”

“That’s unfortunate,” Felix said, still resting his head in his hand as he stared at you. “Very unfortunate,” Chris chimed in. “But you still took without giving and now that water has been wasted. Not very nice of you in a place like this,” he continued. You glared up at him. 

“I only spilled that water because you grabbed me by the ankle and dragged me backwards. I wouldn’t have dropped the canteen if you hadn’t done that!” Chris turned his head to lock eyes with Felix before his gaze returned to you. 

“Regardless,” he started. “You still took from us and we demand a toll.” You stared incredulously at him, “A toll? For water? In the outback?” you asked. “Are you fucking kidding me!?” You looked between the two who merely stared at you. Clearly this wasn’t some joke or prank. “You’ve got to be kidding! We’re in the middle of the fucking desert!” you snapped. Chris leaned forward, making you lean away, your back pressing against the dirt embankment. 

“Do I look like I’m kidding, sweetheart?” he asked, tilting his head. His close proximity rendered you speechless as you stared up at him. “Wh-what do you want?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Chris glanced at Felix who had moved, shifting closer to where the two of you were.

“Just a toll,” Chris finally answered. “Payment for the water you took and then spilled.” A frown formed on your face. You were about to respond but Felix spoke instead. “I think the spilling was your fault. You can’t fault the poor thing from her reaction when you grabbed her by the ankle and knocked her down. You don’t even have ankles,” Felix countered. Chris glared at him before sighing. “Fine,” he said.

“Just for taking the water then,” he said. “I don’t have money on me,” you said softly. Chris chuckled. “That’s alright, sweetheart,” he said, reaching a hand up to caress your cheek. “We don’t want your money,” Felix added. He was now right next to you. “That’s not the kind of toll we want.”

‘If they didn’t want money, what could they possibly want?’

“Then what do you—” you started, your words failing when Chris leaned in closer.

“We want you,” he interrupted. You stared up at him, eyes wide, like you were prey, caught in the eyes of a predator. “M-me?!” you asked, your voice cracking. You felt fingers brush your arm and turned to look at Felix. “Yes,” he said softly, giving you an angelic smile. “We want you, honey.”

You looked between them again. “Like… to eat?” you asked. Chris and Felix exchanged looks before they both burst into laughter. “You think we want to eat you?” Chris asked, his laughter subsiding. If they didn’t want to eat you, what could they possibly want?

“Okay,” you said softly. “Now I’m confused.”

“That’s alright, baby,” Chris said softly, resting his weight on top of you. “Would you like me to explain or would you rather we just show you?” he asked, his lips ghosting over yours. A shiver ran up your spine as the realization settled in. They didn’t want to eat you.

They wanted to fuck you.

The idea should have been preposterous. Not one, but two massive legendary creatures known for killing and eating people wanted to fuck you. You should have been sent screaming for the hills but instead you were intrigued. The forms they took on were much better to look at than the massive seal-like creature you’d initially seen but would they stay that way? Or was it a ploy to get you to agree and then actually eat you?

A million questions were swirling inside your brain but you only managed to ask a few.

“Will you stay like that?” you asked, gesturing to him. A smile crossed Chris’ face as he realized you were actually considering his and Felix's proposition. “Of course,” he answered. “Wouldn’t want to scare you off,” he added with a wink. “And you promise you aren’t going to eat me?” you asked.

Chris snorted, laughing in a low tone. “We aren’t going to eat you,” he replied. “Speak for yourself,” Felix said, giving you a very smirk as his eyes roamed over your body. “I’ll eat something,” he added. 

Chris rolled his eyes. “Down, boy,” he said before returning his attention to you. “Any other questions?” he asked, cocking his head to the left. “Are we doing this right here? Out in the open?” you asked, looking around the ditch. Chris scoffed, sounding almost indignant when he spoke.

“You think we would do that? Have you out in the open where anyone could just walk right up and watch?” he asked. You shrugged wordlessly. You didn’t know what was going on in their heads. It wasn’t like you did this often. You’d never been in a position like this before.

Chris shook his head. “No,” he said softly. “We’ll take you back to our lair,” he continued. More private, and out of the sun,” he added, looking towards the sky. “And much cooler,” Felix chimed in. “How does that sound?” he asked, caressing your arm. “A nice and cool spot where we can have you all to ourselves?” You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat before nodding slowly.

“It’s settled,” Chris said, sitting back up and holding out his hand. You stared at it for a moment before taking it and allowing him to pull you up. “Where are we going exactly?” you asked as Felix moved, shifting to the middle of the stream. “Our home,” he said, dipping down until just his head was visible. “Is it far?” you asked as Chris pulled you deeper into the water.

“It’s not far,” he answered. “It’s a nice series of caverns,” he added as he moved behind you, wrapping one of his strong arms around your midsection. “You might get a little wet,” he continued, whispering in your ear, his breath making your hair stand on end and tickling your neck. “Oh,” he added as you started to float along the slow moving stream, his arm tightening around your stomach.

“And you might want to hold your breath.”

The route to their den was so hidden that you would have never spotted it from above and unless you were in the water, you still would have never seen it. There was a massive hole in the ditch which both Felix and Chris dived through. You had taken a deep breath before being submerged.

The tunnel led from the ditch to a large underwater cavern. Here, Chris resurfaced in a small air pocket to let you catch your breath before continuing on, taking one of the many tunnels that branched off from the main cavern. The tunnel wasn’t long but it was dark and impossible to see. You were left to the mercy of the man — creature? — holding you tightly against his chest as he swam.

There was a power he had, swimming along with what you could only assume was a tail. You never actually saw the lower half of his body so you could neither confirm nor deny if he even had legs. Though you did vaguely remember Felix saying Chris didn’t have ankles so perhaps that meant they didn’t have legs.

You didn’t have time to dwell on it as your lungs started to burn with the lack of oxygen. You started to panic, wondering if you might drown down here and you felt extremely embarrassed at the thought of the potential circumstances surrounding your disappearance from the human world.

‘All for some dick, too.’

As you started to struggle in Chris’ hold, he tightened his grip and sped up, kicking harder until the tunnel opened up. It was still dark but not like the tunnels had been. There seemed to be a little bit of light coming from above. Chris pulled you to the surface and you gasped, coughing as air filled your lungs. He kept a firm hold on you while you struggled to breathe.

“Take your time,” he said softly, keeping you afloat. You focused on breathing, inhaling deeply and slowly. Felix was nowhere to be seen as you looked around the air pocket. You cast your gaze up and noticed that there was a small round hole at the top of the cavern, letting a little bit of light into the cavern. 

“Are we underground?” you asked. Chris nodded. “We are,” he answered. “Pretty far actually,” he added. You looked around but saw nothing other than the rock. “You ready to keep going?” he asked. You nodded, taking another deep breath. “We’re almost there.”

The rest of the journey to the den went by without incident and soon Chris was pushing you up onto a small smooth incline made of stone. Felix was already lounging nearby, the lower half of his body submerged in the water. You looked around, noticing a small sandy area further back.

Looking up, you noticed that there were several holes in the ceiling, allowing sunlight to filter in, bouncing off the rocky surface of the walls. The entire cavern was about 12 meters in diameter. From the water’s surface, the rocky walls ran up before starting to curve up towards the flat top. Deep grooves decorated the walls, almost like massive claws had dug into the rock, leaving behind marks.

The sandy pit area was small with a partial rock wall separating it from another area that was hidden from view. You felt weight on top of your legs and turned back to find Chris crawling over you slowly. “Looking for an escape route?” he asked with a sly grin. You shook your head. “No,” you answered softly. “Just taking in the scenery. I didn’t even know there was a cave system down here,” you added as you looked up at the holes in the ceiling.

“Are we under a mountain or something? It seems so large.”

Chris chuckled, his laugh drowned out by a splashing sound. You turned your head to find the place where Felix had been lounging was now empty and the blond was nowhere in sight. “You’d be surprised by a lot of things here in the Outback,” he said softly, hand skimming up the outside of your thigh to your wet shorts.

“Oh right,” you said, looking up as he got closer. “We sort of had a deal.” Chris chuckled as he drew level with you. “Indeed we did, honey,” he said, stopping so his lips were almost grazing yours. “I won’t do anything without your permission,” he added. “So you have to say it, out loud, that you’re okay with this.” You nodded. “I am,” you replied. “I’m okay with this.” Chris’ eyes flashed, the green seeming to illuminate in the low light of the cave. “Good,” he simply said before crashing his lips against yours. 

You felt his hand cup the back of your neck as he guided you down onto the rocky surface, your press pressing into the wet fabric of your shirt. Chris’ lips left yours, making a path down your neck to the top of your shirt. He pulled back just enough to untuck your shirt from your shorts and tug it upwards. You let him pull it off you, his lips reconnecting with yours as his hands moved skillfully over your skin.

It made you wonder if he’d done this before.

Your thoughts were short lived as he undid the front clasp of your bra, quickly and easily sliding the straps down your arms and tossing the garment somewhere you couldn’t see, hoping it had been towards the sand pit and not into the water. That was your favorite bra.

Goosebumps erupted over your skin as Chris’ hands cupped your chest, gently squeezing and kneading the flesh as he parted your lips with his own, tongue slipping into your mouth to find yours in a mix of heavy breathing and saliva.

You whimpered as his fingers gently pinched and rolled your nipples. He pulled back, lowering his head and taking one into his mouth, tongue swirling around the bud. As your eyes fluttered shut, you heard light sloshing of water in the background.

Lifting your head, you caught sight of another pair of bright green eyes watching you from just above the surface of the water, wet blond hair swept back. Felix was swimming back and forth behind Chris, just observing as the blue-haired man’s lips moved lower and lower, reaching your navel.

He pulled back, his deft fingers making quick work of your belt before quickly undoing the tack button and zipper of your shorts. “Lift your hips for me, pretty,” Chris breathed. You did as he asked, allowing him to tug the wet material of your shorts down your thighs and discard them on the rocks beside you.

Once he had you completely naked, he shifted down, shrugging your legs over his shoulder before bringing his face level with your sex. He didn’t even spare a second glance before diving right in, parting your lips and dragging his tongue slowly over your clit. Your fingers tangled in his hair, hips rolling as he ravaged the nub with his tongue.

You heard another splash and lifted your head to find Felix was even closer now, eyes instead on where Chris’ head was between your thighs. He had an intense look of hunger on his face but judging by how he still kept his distance, you figured there was some kind of hierarchical order at play here. Chris must have been the more dominant of two but you weren’t about to let Chris have his way with you without giving Felix some attention.

After all, they had both said they wanted you. It seemed only fair.

Letting go of Chris’ hair you raised one hand up to beckon Felix over to you. His eyes shifted from Chris to you and back, clearly hesitating until he got permission from the larger of the two. “Chris,” you said, choking back a moan. “Don’t you – ah – don’t you think Felix deserves a reward for being so patient?”

Felix turned his gaze back towards you as Chris merely grunted in response. Taking his response as the go ahead, you once again beckoned Felix over to you with a finger. Chris’ grip on your hips tightened as Felix approached slowly. You heard a growl rumble from deep within Chris but light tugged his hair.

“You don’t have to stop,” you gasped as he dug his tongue into your hole. It was inhuman how his tongue seemed to fill your cunt, lapping at your walls and finding that soft spongy spot that had your back arching. Felix had crawled part of the way up the rocky incline, keeping his eyes on Chris, ready to bolt in the event that the large male lashed out.

There was another deep growl but Chris merely tugged you down, further into the water as he continued to fuck you with his tongue. Once he was level with your body, you reached out, taking Felix’s chin in your hand and turned his gaze towards you. “Eyes on me,” you said softly. Felix nodded silently, lips parting slightly.

“C’mere,” you said, pulling him into a kiss. The moment his lips touched yours, Chris pulled his tongue from your cunt, instead dragging it back up to your clit before sucking on the nub. You moaned into Felix’s mouth. The smaller male shifted, hovering over the top half of your body. One of his hands moved to gently grab and squeeze your chest. Another growl emanated from Chris but he allowed the contact to happen. 

Your entire body felt like it was on fire from the touches of both men — creatures? At this point you weren’t even sure what they were. The top half of them, the part out of the water, was human. But from the waist down you couldn’t even tell. You really didn’t even care at this point.

Not when they were both making you feel so good.

You moaned against Felix’s lips as you felt Chris push two fingers into your cunt, your walls squeezing around them immediately. Chris slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you, resting his head against your inner thigh as he watched your makeout session with Felix. “I have an idea,” he said suddenly. Felix pulled back, turning his head to look at the older male.

“Take her spot,” Chris said, pulling his finger from your wetness and dragging you further into the water. Felix moved into the spot you had been. “On your back,” Chris instructed, turning you around in the water to face Felix. “Look at him,” Chris whispered in your ear. You did as he said, eyes widening now that you could get a good look at Felix.

The top portion of his body was just as you already knew — human.

But where his hips began, the human toned skin blended into the dark, smooth seal-like fur. He didn’t have legs like a human. Instead it was almost like he was half man, half seal. The end of his tail was in the water so you couldn’t see the tip but could surmise it was also probably like a seal’s. Your eyes wandered over his body and you noticed the lack of a certain appendage.

Before you could ask, Chris pushed you through the water towards Felix.Your knees met the edge of the rocky incline and Chris made you climb up over Felix until you were face to face with him. “I think he needs some more attention,” Chris said as he backed away a short distance.

You looked over your shoulder at him. Felix grabbed your chin and turned you back towards him. “Eyes on me, angel,” he said in a soft but commanding tone. Without Chris nearby, he let his more dominant side come out. You nodded as his hand moved down to your throat, fingers flexing lightly around your neck before he slid his hand around to the back and pulled you into a messy kiss.

You allowed him to take the lead, one hand resting on the back of your neck as the other moved to pull you over him as he laid back against the rock. You let out a moan as your core came into contact with the smooth skin of where a groin would be on a human. There was a rather large bulge you were pressing against at the base of his torso.

Both his hands moved to your hips, guiding you to grind against him. The friction felt amazing since Chris hadn’t quite gotten you over the edge. “That’s it,” Felix whispered, breath hot against your lips. “Keep going.” Your body started to shudder as you chased your high. As you got closer, you felt something warm against your cunt.

“What’s that?” you asked breathlessly. “What do you think it is, baby?” Chris’ voice asked from right behind you. While your attention was focused on Felix, he’d managed to sneak up behind you. Your mind was sent reeling with the possibility of what you were feeling between your legs. It was warm, slick, and pulsating. “Use your brain, sweetheart,” Chris added, brushing his lips along your shoulder.

Using what crude knowledge you had of their anatomy, you figured it was potentially some sort of reproductive organ. “Is it…” your words failed you, heat rising to your cheeks. Would calling it a cock be appropriate? Was it even a penis? You couldn’t see it, only feel. “Is it what?” Felix asked, amusement in his voice as he tried to coax an answer out of you.

“Is it… a… dick?”

Chris chuckled, his hot breath fanning over your shoulder. “What else would it be?” Your cheeks burned even more as you realized you were caught between their bodies. “Well, I don’t know,” you whined. “I can’t see it.” 

You let out a squeak as Chris hauled you off Felix, pulling you back towards the water just far enough that you got an eyeful of Felix’s body. Your eyes widened as you took in what you were seeing. The bulge you had been rutting against had split open at a vertical slit in the middle revealing a long deep bluish-purple appendage. 

The base of it was slightly thicker, tapering up to a slightly flared and angled head. The color wasn’t uniform throughout, being more blue at the base and more purplish at the tip. It was long, maybe twenty centimeters from base to tip. If you had to guess the circumference, you’d say it was fifteen to seventeen centimeters.

“Are you just going to stare at it?” Chris whispered into your ear. “Or are you going to do something?”

His breath made a shiver run up your spine as you stared at Felix’s cock, walls clenching around nothing as it twitched. Without speaking, you pushed away from Chris, climbing back over Felix and crashing your lips against his, pushing him back against the rock.

Felix’s hands moved to your waist, groaning as you grinded against him. He guided your hips, grinding your clit against the underside of his cock. You whimpered into the kiss, rolling your hips faster. You pulled away, pressing kisses to the underside of his jaw as you heard water sloshing behind you.

“Settle down,” Chris said calmly. You lifted your head, looking back at him. “Make me,” you retorted. The moment the words left your lips, you regretted it as his hand darted between your thighs, two fingers pushing into your sex and making you moan. He held them there, feeling your walls contract tightly. “Oh, I think she’s ready,” Chris said, addressing Felix. “You’ll get your turn,” he explained as he moved behind you, grabbing your hips and holding you in place.

“What’re you —” you murmured, lifting your head only for Felix to grab your face and make you face him. “Eyes on me, angel,” he whispered, green eyes staring into your own. You stared back, admiring the freckles that dotted his cheeks and nose.

You let out a groan, eyes fluttering shut as you felt the head of Chris’ cock press against you. Having seen Felix’s, you hadn’t expected Chris’ to be much different but you momentarily forgot that Chris was the larger of the two. Chris pushed into you, the head breaching your entrance and making you gasp out in pain. Felix’s arms wrapped around you, holding your body against his.

“Relax,” he whispered into your ear as you buried your face in his neck, body shuddering and tensing violently. Chris made no attempt to move or remove himself, instead keeping perfectly still as your walls slowly adjusted. “It’s okay,” Felix cooed. “Just relax, baby.”

You took several deep breaths as you let your body slowly calm down, the tension in your muscles lessening as the stinging pain of Chris’ cock stretching your walls ebbed away. When he felt your body was lax enough, Chris pushed further into you, his thick cock sliding inside slowly.

Felix guided you through it, whispering words of encouragement into your ear and peppering light kisses on your cheek and shoulder. The pressure of his hard cock throbbing against your clit as Chris filled your cunt made you whimper. You felt the head of Chris’ cock kiss your cervix and he finally stopped.

“Hold onto her,” Chris said softly to the blond as he moved his hands to support his weight, palms flat against the rock. Felix’s arms around you tightened and before you could ask what was going on, you felt Chris start to pull from you, making you whine but as quickly as he retracted, his hips snapped forward, thrusting into you with a strength you didn’t expect.

You cried out both in shock and in pleasure, the wind being knocked from your lungs with the first powerful thrust. He set a steady, but bruising pace, pounding into you from behind. Each thrust made your hips rock forward, grinding your clit against Felix, making both of you moan.

You buried your face in Felix’s neck, muffling your cries of pleasure. The lewd squelching sound of Chris’ cock ramming into you repeatedly echoed around the cavern along with his grunts and Felix’s moans. You felt impossibly full of his cock, having never taken anything this big before and somehow he managed to fit all of it inside you.

“God,” you heard Chris groan. “You’re so beautiful when you’re fucked out under him,” Felix added, moving a hand to cup your cheek, chuckling breathlessly when you leaned into his warm palm.

Your walls spasmed around Chris’ cock as the orgasm that had been building since he had you on your back finally crashed over you, waves of bliss spreading throughout your body as if shuddered, your clit still grinding against the underside of Felix’s slick cock. His hips started to buck, grinding hard against you as he chased his own high.

“F-uck,” he groaned. “Gonna cum!”

His warning came just in time as you felt a warmth gush between your bodies as his release spilled out of him, painting his stomach and spilling onto the rock under him. His hold on you pulled you closer, this cum sticking to your body as well as Chris thrust harder into you, each movement erratic but still powerful as he neared the edge.

“Hold her still,” he growled, which Felix complied instantly, holding you in place as another orgasm washed over you, your cunt convulsing around Chris’ cock, taking him over the edge with you with a loud moan. Chris’ teeth sank into your shoulder as he came, muffling his growl as he released into you, his hot, thick cum coating your walls and spilling out of you.

He continued to move, thrusting and fucking his cum back into you until he stopped, burying his cock deep inside, the tip resting against your cervix as another surge of cum spilled into you. You could feel a small pressure build in the pit of your stomach, moaning as his cum spilled into your womb. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

“She’s passing out,” you heard Felix murmur as he tilted your head, your eyes fluttering shut and their voices starting to fall to the background of your consciousness. “Clean her off,” you barely heard Chris say before everything went black.

When you came to, you were lying on your back, cool air hitting your skin. Your eyes opened abruptly and you sat up, looking around to find you were on the outskirts of your camp. The sun had long since set and the sky was littered with stars. You got up, looking down to find you were dressed in semi dry clothes. Your bag sat next to where you’d been lying.

You brushed yourself off and grabbed your bag, finding your canteen full of water. You stumbled back into camp, thighs sore as you looked around. You found your tent and walked over, unzipping it and peering inside. You slunk into it, turning to zip it shut and started to mull over what just happened.

Had you passed out from exhaustion and imagined the whole thing?

The ache between your thighs said otherwise. You opened your bag to check your things, grabbing your flashlight to inspect the contents. Nothing seemed to be missing as you pulled everything out until you saw a small note inside one of the small pockets. Placing the flashlight between your shoulder and jaw, you used both hands to hold the bag and pull out the paper, unfolding it before grabbing the flashlight and reading the note.

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[deadmotelsusa]

KOA campgrounds date back to 1962 and are known for their distinct A-frame office buildings. Out of the 500 KOA Campgrounds locations that still exist in the United States, it's not surprising that 1 or 2 have become abandoned over the years. Pictured is a KOA office building in Lynchburg, Virginia that has since burned down.

[afterartist]

HELICALTALE MAIN CAST LINEUP!!

(Not ll of the characters but the most important ones to the plot)

‘And now: AU Infodump

BUT BEFORE ANYTHING!!

I will be answering any questions (within reason) any of you have about the au, even if it’s about some random side character only three people have ever heard of before

I live world building and any chance to expand on this world are treasured

I’ll probably answer with fun little doodles as well lol

So ask away :D!!

Basic AU overview:

Helicaltale is NOT a classic based Timeline.

The AU is set in a world where Mt Ebott was destroyed during the war, leaving a desert crater in its place, no protection for the Monsters to retreat and nowhere to seal them underground. In response, the Human mages put a spell on Monster kind, ‘Helios’ Curse’, forcing them to be unable to touch sunlight or else they’d burn (think Vampires or Minecraft Mobs)

The main story takes place 87 years after the war ended and 29 years after friendly communications between the two races begun, with the Monsters settled in a camp like city, made of tents and canvas buildings, around the oasis that formed in the desert that was now known as Ebott crater. Humans and Monsters have achieved peace between the races, regular trading routes and communications set up between the two cities.

Now all that was left was for both Humans and Monsters to find a way to break Helios’ Curse for good.

(None of them can touch Sunlight (minus the humans) but the ones more lightly dressed (Gaster, Alphys, Asgore) all live in the city, with proper buildings not at risk of being blown over at any second so can afford to not be covered up 100% of the time)

Locations:

Ebott City-

The capital city of the country, Ebott is a massive human settlement, overshadowing old ruins left by the war. It’s currently the main base of conferences between human and monster relations.

The Oasis-

The Monster settlement, made from tents and interconnecting canvas sheets, from above it looks like a colourful cluster of a campground, large sheets stretched over the streets. From within it’s only lit by lamps and magic, the sky completely blocked out by tarps and canvas to avoid accidentally getting burned by sunlight, to those not familiar with the city it’s a labyrinth, others, its home.

(A major inspiration for the Oasis is the Kowloon walled city, for those interested in a more accurate visual of the Oasis)

The Great Fence-

While the name conveys grandeur, the fence is a simple chain link fence acting as the border around the entire Oasis, topped with barbed wire and adorned with tarps, it’s designed to protect the residents against wild animals like Coyotes and be a barrier against sandstorms more than it is to keep people out, one of the most regular jobs for the Royal guard other than being general peace keepers is to uphold the fence, often sending patrols out after heavy storms to keep everything in order.

Central Oasis-

A mix between Newhome and Waterfall, it’s the main hub of the town, the Royal family living there along with the majority of schools and recreational areas, most Water based monsters (ie: Shyren, Aaron ect ect) also live in this area, a large lake of water being the centerpiece of the city.

Lights district-

To the west side of the city is the main shopping hub, while much more open than the majority of the Oasis, many stores foregoing walls on their tents entirely, its full of stores and restaurants, the most well known being Grillby’s and Muffets joint restaurant, many visitors to the Oasis come for the night life of the lights district, the monsters that live in that area making the camp around them as flashy and attractive as possible, neon lights and dancing flames lighting up the darkness of the district, the Celebrities Mettaton and Nabstablook have also been alluded to frequent the region and perform for onlookers.

Sandbank-

The Snowden equivalent of the AU, having gotten its name due to its position at the east side of the city, being the least protected by the walls of the crater, Sandbank often gets the brunt of the sandstorms that hit the desert, leading many of the Royal Guards live in this area in case of an emergency during the storms.

Southside (the Black Market)-

Technically not its official name, the Southside of the Oasis is whispered about in the dark of night, rumours telling of an illegal market place and shady monsters working in the south, many a monster wandering in and never coming out. While most likely just old wives tales, its best you keep your distance, just in case.

(Yeah I made the Black Market an actual real marketplace because that will never not be funny to me)

Hotlands-

The north most section of the Oasis is best known as Hotlands, given the name as it’s the highest section of city but also the most shielded by the crater walls, leaving it boiling without any wind to seep out the heat’. There’s been speculation that Hotlands actually sits over an underground chamber of magma, adding to the blistering temperature.

Characters:

The Dreemurrs:

Frisk- (Any Pronouns)

Frisk is an 11 year old kid, a runaway from one of Ebott City’s Orphanages, known for its less than legal treatment of the children. Having joined Chara as the eldest helped them both escape, Frisk followed Chara into the desert, looking for shelter from CPS.

During the trek however Frisk falls sick with an illness, most common in Monsters but able to infect anyone with strong magic, called Icarus syndrome.

With Icarus syndrome being effectively Hyperthermia of the soul, any physical treatment is ineffective, needing a particular medication to have any hope of survival, leaving the crater as not just refuge but possibly their only chance of survival.

Chara- (They/Them)

Chara is 16 and the orchestrator of the escape from the Orphanage with Frisk, after having been in contact online with a kid from the Monster camp that offered assistance. During the escape Frisk fell ill, forcing Chara to locate and purchase the rare medicine. Ending up in the Monster equivalent of the black market, Chara found a monster begrudgingly willing to help, trading a magical glass eye, a prosthetic their grandfather made for both humans and monsters during the war, for a small vial of medicine. The trader warning them to keep out of the black market before dropping the two kids off safely at the center of the Oasis.

Asriel- (He/Him)

Asriel is the firstborn son of the Dreemurrs and heir to the Royal throne, at 16 he made contact and became friends with a kid online, the other telling him of the danger they and their sibling were in at the Orphanage. Quickly offering up his home, knowing both his parents had fostered and cared for many children in the past and wouldn’t turn away two more. Upon meeting them in the Oasis he makes fast friends with both Frisk and Chara, practically adopting them as siblings on the spot.

Toriel- (She/Her)

Queen of the Oasis at 143 years old, Toriel has seen her fair share of bloodshed and peacetime, giving her the knowledge to recognise that protecting young children is the best way to ensure their future, guiding them to Mercy and pragmatic solutions instead of Fighting. One of the first things she did after Monsters had finally settled into the Oasis being starting up a school, becoming the primary teacher for a good few years before other parents eventually began to join her staff. Though, with the two new children her son had brought to her doorstep, she’s begun to realise it’s not just the children of Monster kind that need protection.

Asgore- (He/Him)

King of the Oasis and 146 years old, Asgore grew up at the front lines of the war, the heinous acts shaping him into the pacifist he is today. Currently away from the Oasis, Asgore has turned his sights on communications with the Humans, staying at the city while conferences with the city leaders on trade routes and transportation commence. He is also overseeing the Monster half of the Science team, working closely with the Royal Advisor and Scientists Gaster in developing a cure to Helios’ Curse. He remains in frequent contact with the Oasis, making the trip back every weekend to see his now growing family and make sure Toriel isn’t overwhelmed with responsibilities.

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The Fonts:

Dr. Gaster- (He/Him)

At 140, Gaster has spent his life developing weapons for war (the Gaster Blaster being his pride and joy) and perseverance for Monster Kind, having a massive distaste for all Humans and most Monsters. The sudden change from war efforts to restoration efforts throwing his life in disarray. Jumping at the chance to use Human equipment on government funded experiments, Gaster didn’t hesitate to leave his sons Sans and Papyrus (9 and 4 at the time) back at the Oasis to move to the city and begin work. He’s had a hand in creating many inventions helping Monster kind (both helping with the medicine for Icarus Syndrome and a magic Sunscreen that can briefly minimise the effects of the sun) and the head of the Selene Project, the project to break the curse.

Sans- (He/Him)

28 and thriving, Sans has made a name for himself as both the comedic slacker of the Royal guard and the savvy businessman as one of the Black Markets best traders. Having been forced to raise both himself and Papyrus from a young age, Sans became intwined with the black market at the age of 12, after Papyrus caught Icarus Syndrome and receiving no help from Gaster off in the city, Sans was forced to find his own way of getting medication. At the age of 12 he found his way into the black market, ending up trading his right eye, and subsequently some of his shortcut abilities with an underground doctor in exchange for the medicine, to this day he hasn’t told anyone what happened to his eye. From then on he found himself going back and getting into trading as a way of making money as a side job while both he and Papyrus worked to get into the Royal guard, quickly becoming infamous in the criminal world of the Oasis, though he had a rule that no kids were to ever be found trading in the market. A rule that quickly got broken when a young human kid stumbled into his shop, begging for help, offering a magic glass eye as payment. Unable to send the kid off without help (or turn down the irony of selling the meds for an eye) he made the trade before guiding the kid and their sibling to the Oasis center.

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(Bonus:)

After dropping the kids off, Sans makes an attempt to use the prosthetic eye, yet upon fitting it into his socket, the magic activated and bonded with his soul, causing the eye to become fused with his being, immovable. Along with the eye he’s suddenly able to see things he, by all means, should NOT be able to see, including text bubbles from the creators (similar to error sans)

He also finds, magically in his pocket, a small golden key, only figuring out its use after stumbling across a door in the middle of nowhere, upon using the key on the door he finds himself in an entirely different AU, door closing and disappearing behind him.

This is what leads him to discover the Multiverse and travel between AUs (inconveniently ending up in Nightmares Castle more times than he’d care to count)

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Papyrus- (He/Him)

The Great Papyrus, second in command of the Royal guard at the younge age of 23 (you may applaud now)

Having grown up with just himself and Sans, Papyrus always wanted to become something great to make his brother proud, despite Sans’ insistence that he’s already proud of him. When he was 13, while Sans was out getting food, Papyrus had been targeted and hunted down by a group of bullies from the Southside of town, the group of teens taking turns in beating him up, eventually escalating to the point where one of them pulled a mirror from their pocket and used it to reflect a beam of sun directly onto his face, leaving a permanent scar,

He was saved however, when a teen he recognised from the Oasis center came charging out from one of the nearby tents, picking up handfuls of sand and hurtling it at the other kids before beating them up with her fists alone. Once over, the girl had turned, helped Papyrus up and took him to see her grandfather, the current head of the Royal Guard, a job she loudly proclaimed she was going to have one day,

Ever since then he attempted and eventually got into the Royal guard, along with Sans and the teen, Undyne.

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Gersons:

Undyne- (She/Her)

29, Captain of the Royal Guard, Wife of the best woman around, living the high life! Having been raised by her grandfather Gerson for longer than she could remember, she’s always looked up to the Royal Guard, no matter how her Grandfather told her it wasn’t all glory. She’d been sneaking out and training with one of the Royal Guards for 8 years by the time she was 19, stumbling across a fight, six of her classmates beating down on a young skeleton. She’d jumped to defense before she’d even registered it, helping the kid up and getting him patched up where eventually the kids brother, Sans, one of Alphys’ friends found them and thanked her profusely.

The three became fast friends, practically siblings, both of them there at her and Alphys’ wedding and her promotion to Captain of the Royal guard.

Alphys- (She/They)

27 and already one of the best Scientists in the whole country. Alphys’ having grown up in Hotlands would have never dared to dream she’d be working with a whole team of like minded scientists, especially not in the human city, though not being able to see her Wife as often was a dampener. Dr. Gaster was also a bit, overzealous, with the project, it was only a matter of time before the madman created some temporal superflux that blew up half the block, even if she wouldn’t be anywhere near as prestigious without his guidance, despite Sans’ reservations for letting them near him.

(I will be adding more to this AU btw, it’s in my top 3 faves lmao)

Bonus:

Animation I’ve done for Helical Sans to explain how his AU hopping works

[a-killer-obsession]

PITCHING TENTS ⛺️

Kid Pirates x AFAB Reader Modern AU Campground Series

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

It wasn't something you'd ever admit to those who knew you, they all made the reasonable assumption that you went camping to spend time alone. At first, that had been the case, but you'd quickly come to learn that other single men your age were doing the same thing, and you found yourself loving the thrill of a romp with a stranger.

Masterlist || AO3

PART 1/6 - LAY OF THE LAND

CW: None for this chapter, just R18 mentions of sex.

WC: ~3k

Taglist: @nocturnalrorobin

A/n: I'm vaguely setting this in my home country of NZ, based on a campsite I frequent, for entirely selfish purposes but also because it's easy to describe a place you've been to a million times. Anyway, when I mention forests those are the kinds I mean, no fear of a rogue bear or mountain lion ✌️

You pulled into the quiet campsite in the middle of nowhere as you did every year around this time. Set between large mountainous hills covered in dense forest, and boasting a pool heated naturally by nearby geothermal activity, the site was a popular, bustling location in the on season. You, however, enjoyed the off season, when it was quiet, almost entirely abandoned save for the grounds keeper and his dog, and a handful of long term residents, living out their retirements in quiet bliss in the RVs that lined the very back of the campgrounds. You parked your humble car in front of the office that was built alongside a small shop, usually selling entry and icecreams to locals who came here for the pools, but also held a selection of basics such as toilet paper and cup noodles for campers in desperate need of a grocery trip.

The gravel that lined the carpark crunched underfoot as you made your way to the wooden ramp that led to the office and store building, the whole complex no bigger than a shipping container. The eggy smell of sulphur from the nearby geothermal activity filled your nostrils, unpleasant at first but a smell you'd quickly get accustomed to as you always did. A bell rang as you opened the door, the older woman assigned to mind the store today hurrying out from out back, you could hear the TV she'd been watching as she came out front. This time of the year customers were nil to none, so the counters relied on bells for service, usually unmanned otherwise. The chances of someone stealing from the store while it was unoccupied were slim, but you could assume they had a camera set up to watch from a screen out back anyway.

“[Y/n]!” The old woman exclaimed, taking her seat behind the desk, “I was happy to see you on our books this morning”

“Can't miss my mid-year vacay, Marg,” you replied with a smile, pulling out your wallet and leaning against the desk. You'd been coming here for years, and Margie had worked here for just as long. “What do I owe ya?”

“Minus the deposit you already paid, that'll be $65 sweetheart,” she smiled, clicking a few buttons on the keyboard at a snail pace as she worked on printing a receipt. You handed her the cash and the til made a clunk as the drawer popped open, Marg replacing your four twenty dollar notes with a five and a ten and handing them back to you. You slipped them back into your wallet and she handed you a keycard for the gate that kept pool visitors and strangers out of the campgrounds. Well, their cars anyway, they could absolutely just walk around it.

“Usual spot sweetheart, I'm sure you don't need a map,” she stood to return to her back room. She was definitely getting older, and standing was clearly more difficult for her than it had been in previous years. You'd be sad the year you came to camp and weren't greeted by her friendly face

You thanked her and made your exit, getting back into your car and making sure to roll down your window. You slowly made the short distance to the card receiver, leaning out your window a little to hold the card against it. A small light flashed green and the metal arm creaked as it began to raise. Your car was small, so you didn't have to wait for it to raise completely before you were passing underneath it and navigating the familiar gravel roads to your favourite spot. There were no additional parking spots at each spot, you were expected to either park on them or leave your car in front of the office, so you pulled onto the grass alongside the road between the brick lines that marked the boundary of your spot.

Your usual spot was close to the middle of the grounds, directly across from the communal kitchen building, and just a thirty second walk from the main toilet and shower block. There were other, smaller toilet blocks scattered around the grounds, but this was the only one that featured showers and laundry. The kitchen building was also just a nice place to hang out, having a semi covered outdoor area framed by benches, one of the only places other than your own rented spot where you were allowed to drink alcohol, so it was a great place to meet other campers. At first glance, anyone would think a lone woman coming to a campground on the off season was here for peace and quiet. On the contrary, you found during the busy season there were usually far too many large families and happy couples. The off season was for singles, and you were here for one thing and one thing only: sex with strangers.

It wasn't something you'd ever admit to those who knew you, they all made the reasonable assumption that you were here to spend time alone, always turning down offers from friends to join you. At first, that had been the case. A spontaneous camping trip in the middle of the year to cool down after a particularly stressful project at work finally wrapped up. But you'd quickly come to learn that other single men your age were doing the same thing, and you found yourself loving the thrill of a romp with a stranger. The campsite being so empty also made for additional excitement, after many years here you'd had sex in or on most of the campground's amenities. The kitchen, the pool, the showers, on top of a laundry machine. It was an excitement you struggled to find in the big city you came from, without wasting money on a hotel room there was no good way to have sex with a stranger without being caught and without them knowing where you lived and getting attached, because like hell were you going to a strange man's house on your own.

You quickly set about working on your tent, pulling item after item from the back of your car and setting up with well practised speed. Soon you were closing the car boot and admiring your work. A decently sized, two chambered tent - the first chamber holding your cooler and a small fold down table for prepping a quick snack at night. The kitchens had multiple large fridges available for use, but you liked to keep your beer and soda in an ice bath in your tent for easy access. Every morning and evening you would go to the small camp store and buy a bag of ice, but for now the cooler was empty. The second chamber was larger and held most of your belongings, as well as a queen sized, double layered, inflatable mattress, already set with comfortable bedding. You even had a small fold down side table and camping lamp, which had a handle for late night toilet visits, and you'd run an extension cable from the site provided power you'd paid extra for, to your side table, so you could charge your phone and laptop from the bed. There was no internet here, and barely any phone signal, but you'd downloaded plenty of movies, tv shows and e-books before leaving home, as well as bringing a handful of actual novels, a switch console and drawing supplies. You weren't a fantastic artist by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a hobby you enjoyed and liked to practise anyway.

Outside your tent you'd also set up a small gazebo, after your first few years you'd gotten sick of being trapped inside the tent whenever it rained, and it also provided shelter for a large trestle table and tabletop barbecue so you could grill regardless of the rain. There were also a few collapsible chairs under the gazebo, a larger reclining one where you spent most of your time, and a smaller more basic one in case you had a guest. Aka another camper you intended to, or hand already fucked.

Satisfied with your setup, you took a quick break to check your phone and let your friends know you'd made it safe and sound, before climbing back in your car and heading to the grocery store in the small nearby town. The town was about a twenty minute drive away, a small oceanside tourist town that was mostly a pass through for those heading to a nearby famous beach, or to board boats or small privately run helicopters for whale and dolphin watching. You'd never bothered with the tourist traps, but you had once or twice hit the beach when you'd come during the on season with friends.

Thriving on local tourism, the town was humble compared to the city you'd come from, but large enough to have two supermarkets and a decent size home goods store, as well as a long stretch of boutiques and cafes. You head to your favourite supermarket, pulling into the half full car park and heading inside. You pulled up your list on your phone as you approached the doors, grabbing a trolley and setting about your shopping. Food for several days, beer, condoms, all very important. A novel that caught your eye, some trashy magazines, snacks for late night movies. A comically large cucumber caught your eye, and you snapped a pic to send to your friends with the caption ‘finally found a boyfriend 🥒💦’

Everything on your list gathered, you headed for the checkouts. A big, noisy, red ute pulled into the carpark as you started loading your groceries into the reusable totes you kept in the back of your car. It parked nearby and four fucking massive men jumped out, shoving each other and laughing boisterously. Definitely not locals by the looks of it, the back of the ute loaded up with what looked like camping equipment, tied down with straps and a piece of blue tarpaulin that didn't cover everything. You wondered if they'd be staying at the same grounds as you, it was the most well known in the area given its pool that was free use for the campers and the nearby hiking trail that offered incredible views of the entire area all the way out to the ocean. You licked your lips at their beefy builds, a girl could certainly dream, any of them would make a fine target for your sexual escapades.

The red haired one among them wolf whistled as he passed by, as you bent over the boot of your car to reach an extra tote that had fallen under a seat. You turned back to him, a hand on your hip, and winked playfully. He blushed, clearly not having expected that reaction, and his friends whooped and smacked him playfully. The group followed behind the redhead who was fleeing as fast as he could, and you continued packing away your groceries and returned your trolley before heading back to camp.

When you got back you unpacked everything, putting your chillables in the provided fridges, your name written in clear black marker over each package, and filled your cooler with the bag of ice you'd grabbed from the camp store on your way in before putting your beer and soda in to chill. The food that didn't need refrigeration was stored in your tent in a small latchable plastic box to keep any rodents away. All done with your chores, you ate a quick lunch of some pre-made food you'd grabbed at the supermarket, and decided to hit up the pool.

You made your way back up the gravel path from the pool, slide on sandals on your feet and a towel wrapped around your body. You were still in your bikini, your wet hair sending droplets of fresh water from the rinsing shower down your body. You watched a bird native to the area fly overhead before the sound of boisterous laughter caught your attention. Usually, at this time of the year, campsite guests would pick locations far away from each other, most people came here this time of the year to be alone. The grounds were arranged in blocks, each block holding ten or twelve sites, split with half to one road and half to another. There were a good amount of blocks, the grounds could probably accommodate a good couple hundred people at its peak, though right now you could only see three other tents far from yours.

You could hear the group before you spotted their red ute, the same one from the grocery store, obscured by your own setup until you got closer. They'd rented what looked like multiple sites right next to yours. Usually, you would be annoyed, but being that they were all so delicious you were delighted. This was going to be a successful holiday indeed.

The group was made up of four large men. There was the redhead who had whistled at you, he looked to be the youngest of the group, as wide as he was tall with a thick scar that ran down his face, giving him a natural bad boy appearance. He was soft looking, but in a strong, could definitely throw you over his shoulder sort of way, like a boxer. You noticed now that he was missing his left arm, it must have been facing away from you at the store. He wore eyeliner, which you noticed now they all did, along with a vibrant red lipstick that matched his hair. He looked very punk in dark ripped jeans and a leather vest he wore open, showing the scar that ran over his torso, along with a big fuck-off belt buckle and multiple silver chains hanging from his belt. The nails on his one hand were painted a darker red, and he had a black fabric headband holding back his wild hair.

Next was the shortest of the group, though certainly not short by normal standards. Dressed in a simple blue t-shirt and jeans, his impressive blond hair went all the way to his hips. His sharp featured face was partially obscured by messy straight bangs and a fluffy goatee, his lips painted purple as he flashed a bright toothy smile at the redhead.

The other two both dressed in a punk aesthetic much like the redhead, two slightly older men with impressive heights, one of them towering above all four of them. The shorter man had pale blue hair set in dreads, his face covered in unusual scars and thorn like tattoos wrapping around his neck and down his arms. The taller hid his hair under a black hoodie, but you could see pointed sideburns peeking out under them. He looked deliciously muscular under the tight netting shirt he wore.

The four of them were going about their setup, four separate single chamber tents laid out on the ground to sort their positions while the blond and tall one carried an excessive amount of grocery bags to the shared kitchen. It was just as well there was hardly anyone at the camp, they'd need a whole fridge on their own with that much food. Deciding to make your intentions clear as soon as possible, you laid a towel over your reclining chair and grabbed a beer, relaxing in your bikini that showed off your fit body. The redhead was quick to notice, and you tilted your sunglasses to wink at him. He realised why he recognized you and you heard him swear and scurry away. Cute.

You watched their entire setup process hungrily, watching their muscles flex as they unloaded the ute and set things in place. The redhead was no help with the tents, so he worked on setting up smaller things like their large barbecue and chairs while the other three got the tents erected. You couldn't help but notice that they hadn't brought a gazebo, they must be newbies. Hopefully the weather would be fine for however long they were staying, you hoped for more than one day, and given the amount of food they had you would guess at least three.

All of them eventually took notice of you, catching sly glances where they could. The blond one seemed the most confident, openly flexing and showing off, flashing you wide grins that you eagerly returned. Oh you would definitely be climbing that tree. The redhead continued to act shy, doing things that were clearly to show of his strength but refusing to meet your eye. The bluenette gave you kind looking smiles, and the tall one looked at you with suspicion, which you always responded to by changing which leg was crossed over the other, giving him a full view of your barely clothed centre. It didn't seem to phase him though, curious.

Your phone pinged at some point and you checked it, starting a conversation with your bestie about your current view. She was the only person who knew the real reason you took these holidays. You snapped a quick, sneaky pic of the four men as they set up.

You: [one attachment] You: finally found a boyfriend 🥒💦 Bestie: LMAO finally a man that can satisfy You: might have found a few more of those Bestie: yeah? Good huntin? 👀 You: new neighbours You: [one attachment] Bestie: fuck me Bestie: or rather, fuck you, hopefully You: the blond one is giving me eyes for sure Bestie: yeah? You layin down that charm girlie You: lets just say i just got back from the pool, and im enjoying a nice beer on my recliner 👙 Bestie: yes queen! Give them a good look at that meal, they're gonna be eatin you up in no time! You: fingers crossed 🤞 you know im in dire need of a good fuck, heres hoping they're not all just a gay polycule, that'd be just my luck Bestie: well it sounds like at least the blond is dtf You: hes got a cute ass smile, cant wait to ride it 🤠 Bestie: girl you are nasty! 😂 Go get that dick queen 🍆 ttyl, ily! You: luv u!

You put down your phone and finished your beer, deciding you'd laid around for long enough and it was probably time to get started on dinner. It was already late in the day, if you were going to attract any of the boys it likely wouldn't be today, you needed the novelty of camping to wear off for them before they came sniffing around for more excitement. Not to mention you were tired from driving all morning and setting up. You pulled a few things from the kitchen, carrying them back on one of your plastic camping plates, and grilled yourself a steak while you scooped a few premade deli salads onto your plate. You enjoyed your meal while reading your new book, noting the smell of meat in the air and the sounds of sizzling and beer cans opening nearby as your neighbours settled in for their own dinner.

When it got too dark to read you took your dishes to the kitchen to wash them, grabbed your toiletries from your tent, and took a quick shower. The weather was warm enough to make the short walk in your nightie, so you strutted back to your tent with your legs and cleavage on proud display, your nipples pert under the satin night dress which was trimmed with thick lace, hanging from your shoulders by delicate spaghetti straps. You'd never have walked around in public like this if you had neighbours you weren't trying to fuck, but you were more than happy for the boys to look at you, and look they did. You gave them a short wave before you entered your tent, grabbing a new beer and your laptop and settling in to watch a movie.

[NEXT PART]

[fandomsandfeminism]

Trying to plan a summer camping trip to a popular national park is like a rube Goldberg machine filled with saw traps and the unrelentingly ambiguity of government web pages coupled with the unknowable whims of the weather.

Oh, this campground releases its reservations at 9am central time 6 months prior to the date of your trip, but actually only if the weather permits so be careful making reservations for before mid-june if its high elevation, and you need a car pass to enter the park unless you are camping east of this gate, which some but not all of the campgrounds are, or if you have a boat tour or horseback reservation at a location east if this checkpoint, but not locations west of the checkpoint, and you could backcountry camp but the lottery for that doesn't open until March, but 30% of backcountry sites are first come first served but only the ones that aren't reserved by the lottery. (You dont need a car permit if your backcountry reservation begins at a trailhead past this checkpoint, but you do otherwise) And of course you need an entry ticket regardless, which is separate from everything else. Oh and if you want a backcountry hiking lodge that with a different company, just so you know.

And a this information is spread across like 10 different pages and 3 websites.

[mountrainiernps]

Many of us in Western Washington and the Pacific Northwest remember the days when we didn’t have a “smoke season.” Mount Rainier National Park is being periodically impacted by smoke from regional wildfires like the Retreat Fire, burning to the east of the park. The current hot, dry forecast creates ideal conditions for fires to start and spread. Please do your part to help wildfire crews working on the current fires and reduce future fire risk:

1) Always check fire conditions and restrictions and the air quality index before heading out on your adventure. Air quality for several park locations is available at: https://go.nps.gov/MountRainierAirQuality

2) Give ‘em a brake – slow down in areas where fire crews are present.

3) Control your campfires. While fires are still currently allowed in park campgrounds, visitors should practice vigilant fire safety. Always keep water nearby and completely drown your campfires when done. Never leave a burning campfire. If it’s warm to the touch, it’s too warm to leave. Propane or butane powered stoves are a great alternative to campfires.

4) Don’t drive or park on vegetation! Parking on dry vegetation not only damages the vegetation, but engine heat and leaking fluids can lead to increased fire risk.

5) Towing a boat or camper? Secure your chains! Unsecured chains can spark and cause wildfires.

6) If you fly, we can’t - Drones are prohibited in national parks and near wildfires and can interfere with wildland fire aircraft. Leave your drone at home.

7) If you smoke, ash your cigarettes in ashtrays & always make sure butts are fully extinguished before properly discarding in trash receptacles.

NPS/D. Divelbiss Photos of wildfire smoke obscuring views of Mount Rainier from various locations in the park.

[manias-wordcount]

Retreat (Shouta Aizawa, Nemuri Kayama, Toshinori Yagi, Hizashi Yamada)

Kinktober 2024 Day Thirty-One: Service

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗗𝗮𝘆'𝘀 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲-𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀:  𝗼𝗻𝗲  ||  𝘁𝘄𝗼  || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

People say if you don’t like your job, then it’s not for you. That’s what your friends always told you when you would shyly mention your strict office job. The one that would have you coming in at odd hours and never allowing visitors of any kind. It was best that they saw you leave the house every day in a pencil skirt and tights. Because it wouldn’t raise any questions. After all, not many people can handle a lifestyle like this.

But you like your job. Despite all that you know and hear about from other people in the same or similar industries, you’ve lucked out. Because you actually like your job. The agency you’re working for and the clientele that they cater to means that every job complete earns you a very generous paycheck nearly day in and day out. The type of paycheck you would have to hide from your friends, even. But you suppose you have to hide just about everything when it comes to this type of job.

Because when you’re sucking the dicks and sittings on the faces of the highest-ranked Pro-Hereoes in all of Japan, you’re bound to want to keep it a secret from all who know you. Just like they’re bound to want to keep it secret from all of the world that they’ve been booking you for parties and solo sessions in their own apartments and agencies and other places. But that’s just what comes with the territory. It comes with the territory when you’re a hired whore for Japan’s greatest. 

So the secrecy is nothing new. Just like the meeting at one location only to be blindfolded and put into a car and shipped off to a second, more secret location is surprising and nothing new either. Just like seeing a set of cabins set up around a well-kept campground in the middle of the mountains when you’re finally allowed to take the blindfold off for just a few seconds is also nothing new. Because You’ve been hired to perform your services on retreats before. You’ve done the whole- service the entire company throughout the day while they’re supposed to be getting buddy-buddy with each other. Usually, while someone is ball-deep inside of you. 

So in your mind, this is nothing new. This is nothing special. Nothing to be concerned about.

But then you started hearing voices surrounding you. Voices that you’ve heard before. Voices that you can put faces to. Voices that belong to people who had appeared on TV and in interviews. Voices that belong to people that you’ve serviced before. Voices that belong to a group you swear work at UA High School. 

And suddenly, it makes perfect sense now that bodies are pressing up against yours, telling you how pretty you look while thanking some man named Nezu for “bringing out our favorite girl.” It makes perfect sense that everyone- every voice in the crowd that’s starting to mob you seems to know you with just one quick glance, even with the blindfold obscuring part of your face. It makes perfect sense that there are suddenly multiple pairs of lips pressing themselves against your skin in all the right spots, making you moan and gasp out in the way you know all your clients seem to like. Almost as if you're being hired and brought here has more to do with your pleasure than theirs.

Almost. 

You know people too well. You know these people too well. You know these people too well to know that they’re not too concerned with the fact that you can easily start calling out hero names of those who start undressing and running their hands all over your body. You know these people too well that they were holding back earlier- because very rarely do your clients not try to jump your bones at first sight. But right now, you’re not concerned about the sore pussy and throat that’s bound to be in your future. You’re not really concerned at all. That said, it’s not like exactly in a position of power right now either. 

The current position you’re in doesn’t offer much in terms of mobility. In fact, it’s much safer to say that you can’t move. They won’t let you. After all, you’re not theirs forever. In fact, if the mumbles you heard while you were being dragged away from the car and into the arms and cabins of the first group of people who got to indulge in your for the night were actually true, it sounds like you’re only here for half of their retreat. 

It’s a time frame that's just long enough for you to do your job. Just long enough for you to make them cum a few times while running down the clock. But also, just long enough for your clients to maybe consider keeping you for longer than what you’re supposed to be.

So long as you’re not completely opposed to the idea, of course. 

But at the moment, nobody is pitching your ideas. Nobody is talking to you about extending contracts or paying you under the counter if you just promise to stay a little bit longer than you’re supposed to. Nobody bringing anything of the sort up. Because they’re far too busy. Because they’re far too busy attending one of their meetings and wishing more than anything about how they desperately wish to have you. Or because they’re far too busy attending to you.

And you’re far too busy being attended to.

Right now, you’re not sure the chair whoever has you got on their lap is all that comfortable. It shifts and creaks and groans under the weight and force and pressure that’s under. It was meant for just one person to sit on, after all. Not one person, the hired whore he had sitting on his lap, and the all people currently surrounding the chair, trying to do anything in their power to have the hired whore help them get the release they’ve been desperately searching for. But things like this come with the job. The possibility of things getting rough. The possibility of things breaking. The possibility of them breaking you.

A very, very very real possibility given this particular crowd who is currently surrounding you. Including the special someone you’re currently sitting on. Although at this point, you’re more than comfortable calling that special someone by name. Because even if you didn’t know the voice right by your ear so well from all his appearances and from listening to his radio show during all the late nights when you would have to find your way home from work, you have a funny feeling that you would still be able to guess that guy with his cock buried in your ass at the moment is none other than Present Mic.

You’ve had a lot of gentle customers before. You’ve had a lot of people who never wanted to do more than just sit you on their lap and let one of your holes flutter and squeeze around whatever they put in their- fingers, strap-ons, dicks, vibrators, etc. You’ve even had a few people who wanted nothing more than to just have you grind against them while they kissed your lips and struggled to hold back their desire to mark you. Ruining the merchandise comes with a hefty fee, after all.

But Present Mic was more than just gentle. He was soft. During all the times you’ve been with him, he’s always made sure that his cock was plenty wet and you were plenty lubed up so he would cause any tears with that surprisingly thick cock of his. He would always give you ample time to adjust to feeling him inside of you and would allow you to move around as much as you needed to in order to get comfortable. But what made him stand out? What made it so you knew this was him? It was the fact that he was always humming and placing small, tiny kisses right behind your ear. Occasionally singing just loud enough that only you could hear about how you’re his pretty girl- his soft, sweet, gorgeous girl who deserves whatever she wants. 

And if he could sample your moans just to keep for himself, he would do it in a heartbeat.

But Present Mic and sweet murmurs and subtle rolls of his hips every couple of seconds to stay locked inside of you is just a far cry from the person who’s currently pounding away at your pussy at the moment. Once again- the blindfold keeps you from seeing just exactly who is causing you to whine and squeal as they manage to hits those spots deep inside of you that would have you drooling all over yourself if it weren’t for the cock in your mouth. But you have a funny feeling that it’s none other than Ersaerhead- the Erasure Hero. Because whenever you find yourself with Present Mic, you find that Ersaerhead never seems to be too far behind. Or in this case, in front of you.

And besides, you know those grunts of his a little too well. 

“Still so tight for me,” Eraserhead’s low mumble comes just by your ear, sending small shivers down your throat as his heavy tone only seems to add to the godly sensation of his cock dragging itself in and out of your warm, wet walls and keeping you stuffed full. He’s thicker than Present Mic by just a little bit. Such a fact makes it more appropriate for Present Mic always go for anal whenever the two of them get a chance to fuck you together. But doesn’t exactly make it all that easier for you to handle when Eraserhead’s tight grip on your thighs as he pries them up and open so he can fuck you harder than ever also jostles you in a way that has moving around Present Mic’s lap a little too. Something that the Voice Hero makes known to you by the way his own grip tightens around your waist to keep you in place as he tries his hisses and groans of pleasure. “Fuck, you make this who retreat worth it. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

You let out another whine at his words, eyes starting to water behind your blindfold from the intensity of his fucking and from the small wave of emotions rolling over you. To be honest, you didn’t know that. You don’t get very many details about the types of events you’re booked for. For this one, you just knew that someone wanted you to come with them and one of their co-workers for a little bit of morale-boosting during a worker’s retreat. You wouldn’t have guessed that this was a UA-affiliated event before you got here and started to hear all the voices of people who you know are only connected through that school. And you didn’t exactly have enough time to think about what all that entails before a few members of the group started pulling you to the side and pulling off your clothes while the others went to start their first round of meetings. 

So no, you didn’t know that. You know about their bodies. You know how they treat pretty girls like you. You know how they like to use the bodies of pretty girls you, too. And sure, you always get the funny feeling that when you’re being booked for events like this, you’re serving as more of a distraction than anything else. But you still don’t know the ins and outs of these types of events and what you do for the people there except to give them an excuse to pull off their clothes and release some stress. 

So Ersaerhead’s words inspire something warm inside of you. The feeling of being appreciated. The feeling of being appreciated for a little more than just your body. Perhaps even for your presence. But as much as you wanted to respond be a good girl for the man who’s taking the time to do everything in his power to make sure stuffing your pussy full of his cock feels as good to you as does for him, you can’t respond. You can’t respond to his question. You just can’t.

And it’s all because of that cock that’s currently kissing the back of your throat. The very same cock that in your mind, still seems nearly too large to belong to a human.

Because no matter how much you try to deep throat it- no matter how much you try to find inside of your mouth with your years of experience- you can barely make it down a few inches. You can barely make it past the tip. It’s frustrating. It’s so frustrating that you can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut and control your breathing and just try harder. Try harder to flatten your tongue. Try harder to open your jaw wider. Try harder to get him farther down your throat. But the cock inside of your mouth is not just long- it’s thick. It’s heavy in your mouth and leaves you with nothing to do but struggle and make a mess of yourself as his precum mixes with your saliva and pools all around your lips.

But as frustrating as it is, you know that it’s okay. You’re okay. Because the booming voice of Japan’s number one hero- the booming voice of All Might- still takes the time to remind you that you’re off just how far you’ve gone from when you were first starting out. From when you were first servicing him. 

“There you go, sweetheart.” All Might groans deep and low. His voice is still radiant. It still holds clear. But there’s something particularly attractive about how well his low moans and grumbles of measure mix in with the rest of the sounds in the room. In your mind, it’s almost as attractive as whenever he decides to have his large, large hands cup your jaw in an attempt to ease the pain and soreness he knows you’re suffering from just so you be a good girl and do what you’re told for him. “You’re taking me so well this time.”

Naturally, isn’t the first time you’ve sucked off the Symbol of Peace. But this is certainly the longest he’s been down your throat without you having to spit him out and take in oxygen like it was stolen away from you by the trickiest of thieves. And because of that, he takes extra care of making sure that you’re as comfortable as you can be. He doesn’t fuck your throat like you’re sure he wants to. 

Though you suppose the fact that the R-Rated Hero is behind standing behind the chair at the moment- reaching around and over the men whose cocks in currently situated in both your ass and pussy in order to hold your hair back and guide your head in a way that would best suck on All Might’s cock like the lollipop she keeps reminding you that it is. 

Although Midnight’s help in directing the scene isn’t quite necessary for you to have a good time anymore because years in this service have taught you how to speak up for yourself, you find that it’s much appreciated. There’s still some part of you that get so disoriented when someone ties a blindfold tight around your eyes while someone else forgets that you just can’t magically find the dick in front of you that someone wants you to jerk off. There’s still some part of you that appreciates another woman there, convincing you to push yourself harder and harder- reminding you of what your body’s true limits are too.

That, and the fact that she keeps whispering hushed words about how she promises she’ll take you aside tonight when everyone’s asleep and have you squirting all over her tongue the second she can get her hands on you is also very appreciated. And something you already know you’re looking forward to. 

But that’s a couple hours from now. And as good as the future sounds, what you’re dealing with presently certainly comes with its own excitements. Because just now, Present Mic has begun to roll his hips into yours a little faster, now finding it in him to empty his load inside of you. Though the fact that Ersaerhead had just now begun to reach down and let his skillful hands and find your clit- making you moan and whine “so sweetly for him, only” may have something to do with that. And it doesn’t help that Midnight had just guided your lips from All Might’s cock with a lewd and audible pop as she eased your head in a different direction so you could start sucking someone else’s dick. Much to the Symbol of Peace’s displeasure. 

But that’s just what you have to deal with when you’re servicing for a group. That’s just what you have to deal with a group has to share you for a retreat. There’s the added promise of having a pretty girl and all her holes open for use as long as she's treated well before, during, and afterward. 

But that’s not something you feel the need to concern yourself with. Any issues they have with each other, they can sort out with each other. There’s no need for you to get involved. There’s no need for you to step in at all. Because after all, you’re just the hired whore- the special little sex worker for Pro-Heroes and for Pro-Heroes alone. And besides…this retreat right now? This session right now?

It’s for you as much as it’s for them too.

[creepedverse]

Missing Iowan Girls, May be in Alabama

The Alabama state police are requesting the assistance of the public and local police to find two missing girls.

Lilith Hume Waters, 6 and Eyelynn Joy Bennett, 7 were last seen on Saturday, October 22nd 1994 while on a camping trip for Evelynn’s birthday. For the last few days cops have interviewed family members and friends alike to no avail. Lilith is described as a caucasian young girl, 4’2, approximately 44 pounds. She has dark brown hair, and hazel colored eyes, and was last seen wearing an outfit consisting of a light blue t-shirt with an apple decal on the chest and a long jean skirt with red shoes and answers to the name Lily

Evelynn is described as a young caucasian girl, 4’3, approximately 42 pounds. She has blonde hair, and blue eyes, and was last seen wearing an outfit consisting of a striped sweater with a long jean skirt with flowers embroidered on the hem and answers to the name Eve or Evie and has a mole on the left side of her cheek

Their last known location was at the Honeycomb Campground in northern Alabama, when the girls went missing in the night from their parent’s motorhome. The parents of the sisters believe that they might have decided to visit their aunt in nearby small-town Farnbury and got lost in the forest surrounding the small town.

If you have any information please contact local state police at ██████ or ██████. A reward is offered for anyone that has any information that leads to the recovery of the sisters.

[rainbowsky]

Hello Rainbowsky,

I know, hiking CPN can be washed by saying WYB went to Inner Mongolia to see the shooting location for his upcoming movie and may be went on hiking when he had free time.

But, WYB who never posts more than 1 personal picture in an entire year, decided to post his hiking pictures even when the picture location matches with the shooting location of XZ and there were heavy rumours of him visiting XZ.

Also, he went to Japan and other places for seeing shooting location but he did not post pictures from there. People are also saying that if it was for movie he will not spoil the location before movie releases.

Rainbowsky, what do you think?

Hi Anon,

It's true that there are people trying to wash this whole Inner Mongolia thing. It just goes with the territory. In fact, the bigger and stronger the CPN, the harder people work to wash it.

However.

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

It's not really washable. In part because there's not enough information available to independently verify or debunk anything, sure, but also for all the reasons everyone's been discussing lately.

The location

DD's filming locations are not known at this point. Somehow (and I can't possibly express how thoroughly impressed I am by this) the film set has been so totally locked down that nothing has leaked from it, to the degree that no one even knows for sure that the project is currently filming, or where. So people claiming he was there for filming... that's speculation.

The film synopsis solos are relying on to wash this CPN talks about the character we'd presume to be DD's (it's the only young man mentioned) being from "the heart of" the Great Khinogan Mountains.

The Wulanhada volcano park that DD was photographed by is not anywhere near that area.

We don't know exactly where GG is filming so we can't get too carried away about it, but it's pretty disingenuous for people to claim DD was there for filming when it's not anywhere near where his character is supposed to be from, and the terrain around the volcano park is totally different from the terrain where DD's character is from (would probably not make a good stand-in location for that region).

Wulanhada volcano park, left - Great Khinogan Mountains, right

Of course it's not impossible that he was there for filming, but given what little we know (the same information solos are trying to use to wash this), it seems unlikely.

It's also possible he went there directly from Beijing, but that's a 5 hour drive at minimum, so wouldn't likely have been a day trip. And DD isn't going to post a photo of himself at GG's filming location, he's going to post one that says what he wants to say while still maintaining plausible deniability. This volcano park is perfectly situated to provide all of that.

Aside from that - as turtles have already pointed out - why would DD share photos from the area where he's filming, when this film has been so very locked down until now? It doesn't make any sense at all. Keeping locations secret is what's been protecting this film from leaks and stalkers.

The content

It's pretty interesting that we've seen enormously popular photos from GG (his birthday post has over 33.7 million likes, while the Xiao Zhan Studio birthday photos post is at 4 million likes), featuring him hiking in the wilds and hanging out in campground areas, and then we get something similar from DD who, as you said, rarely shares personal photos anymore.

They both seem to be very outdoorsy lately!

For two people who - according to solos - are 'trying desperately to get out from under the tyranny of this delusional CP', they sure are making some big mistakes about how to appear to be very different people living very different lives...

His and his B&W Leicas

His and his credit card iPhone cases

His and his Gucci lion head necklaces

Yeah, they're really putting in every effort to shake this 'reputation destroying', 'horribly toxic' ship! 🙄

More on that here.

The timing

This is the biggest thing, and in my opinion what we should be focusing on the most. Because as far as I'm concerned, this post is a statement - a very loud and clear one.

DD is being (yet again) attacked with these horrible, laughably false (like, seriously - the photos are clearly of a woman who is much shorter and smaller than DD) rumors about him attending a concert with a particular actress, and suddenly the supertopic for that 'CP' is shut down and we get photos from DD that point to a totally different CP. One that he's supposedly trying to 'shake off'.

Then we see him partying it up openly, publicly, at a concert for his dear friend Da Zhangwei. Not even wearing a mask, so everyone is free to fully identify and photograph him.

It seems to me that DD is sending a pretty clear message:

I'm not dating an actress, I'm with GG

I don't need to disguise myself as a woman to go see a concert

And this is exactly what happened last time these kinds of inflammatory rumors were circulating about him with that same actress. People were claiming that the actress was wearing the same bone necklace as him (with a blurry photo where the necklace couldn't even be seen), so GG released footage wearing a Gucci lion head necklace that DD had previously worn for a race.

GG and DD don't fuck around.

So while I'll tag this with my regular "the mysteries of yizhan" tag that I use for all candy/CPN, there really is no mystery here at all. DD is fed up with this bullshit and won't stand for it.

In fact I was just saying to a friend the other day that the biggest mystery I have about GGDD these days is, how do solos manage to remain solos? They have access to the same information we do. 😅

[remiratboi]

Lost Souls Campground - Intro

Masterlist

Hey There! Welcome to Lost Souls Campground, located in the Moonlight Realm. If you haven't been here before, let me tell you a bit about it. 

Since the pocket universe, now called the Moonlight Realm, was discovered around 100 years ago, humans and monsters have learned to co-exist. Creatures of all kinds flock to the popular vacationing spot, Lost Souls Campground. But as i'm sure you can see, from our site map, and your own eyes looking around, Lost Souls is more than just a campground. Its almost its own town. We took the best parts of resort towns, glamping and threw in some nostalgia. 

Here at Lost Souls, we have over 500 camping sites varying from basic no service tent sites, all the way to fully loaded, massive 5th wheel or motorhome sites. We also boast 30 fully functioning cabins with a variety of rooms. Lost Souls has its own private beach, a main street with a number of independent businesses, round the clock park attendants and security to help you with anything you could need. We host regular events, classes, activities and more! Our main street is home to a small grocer, salon, outlet store, bar, a few restaurants and a cafe, a gas station, and a liquor store.

Here at Lost Souls Campground, your adventure is our passion. We can't wait to show you everything we have in store!

Please use the reservation system on our website to book, or contact us in office if you have any other questions.

** Please Note, not all businesses run year round. Some are seasonal.

If you're interested in working seasonally or long term at Lost Souls Campground, please send your resume and cover letter to lostsoulscampground@mail.mr.

[klaipeda-witness]

I'm back from my trip to the US with some photos from the filming location of DS9 S5E9 'The Ascent', at Whitney Portal campground.

I was super lucky that the road was still open. Holy shit it was beautiful, I never would have known about this place or thought to go there if I hadn't been reading Star Trek episode trivia, but I think this place and Alabama Hills (last photo) which is directly down the mountain is near the top of my list of favourite places I went to (and I went to 10 national parks!). I wish I could have spent longer there.

I was going to see if I could recreate specific shot angles from the episode but as soon as I arrived in the US Paramount+ locked me out so I had no access to the episode (literally the worst streaming platform lol)

[docochocart]

DOCORONPA R

CHAPTER THREE

[ daily life ]

Drummer stirred in her bunk, the horrors she'd just witnessed at the trial burned into her psyche. She clearly wasn't alone in this, as not a word had been spoken between any of the girls since they'd returned.

While the other girls slowly petered off to sleep, Drummer wasn't so fortunate. Her mind began to spiral as the hours passed. While the reoccurring image of the gore from that night's trial seemed to interrupt every thought, she found herself returning to a single question:

What was with that pig?

An animal like that would be unusual in any woodland setting, let alone somewhere with as tight of security as these campgrounds. This anxiety compiled as Drummer contemplated on what other animals she'd seen on her trip so far. Absolutely none.

Not a deer, bird, fish, squirrel, or even cockroach could be found within the campgrounds. Their only living company was the occasional fly or mosquito.

So why the pi-

Drummer's anxiety spiral was finally put to a halt with the slow, creaking opening of the cabin door.

She tensed up, thinking of alerting her cabin-mates of the potential intruder. Before she could, a familiar silhouette stood in the cabin doorway.

Marine Biologist anxiously creeped toward Drummer, who she clearly presumed was asleep. Drummer slowly sat forward, shocking Marine Biologist. There was nobody she wanted to see more.

The two girls silently exitted the cabin for a late night chat.

Marine Biologist was fret with anxiety the entire time they spoke behind the cabin, constantly checking over her shoulder and lowering her already shaking voice.

She spared no time addressing why she'd come here this late at night: Ice Skater.

Drummer bit her tongue as Marine Biologist began rambling about how she'd grown to fear the power-hungry athlete. This was all sparked by what she'd seen the night of the murder.

That night, Ice Skater had suspiciously left their cabin very late into night. Marine Biologist had woken up after a nightmare late into the night, thinking to leave for a midnight snack.

Upon getting up from her bunk, she quickly noticed that Ice Skater had already left the cabin. Fearing the worst, Marine Biologist left for the craft hall where she would also not locate Ice Skater.

She cautiously returned to her cabin, quietly waiting for her dearest cabin-mate to return. After nearly an hour, she did.

Marine Biologist laid still in her bed, feigning sleep. She watched silently as Ice Skater quietly re-entered her top bunk. She never questioned Ice Skater on this, unsurprisingly.

After explaining all this at break-neck speed, Marine Biologist sheepishly asked for Drummer's opinion on the situation.

Drummer didn't know how to respond, knowing how attached Marine Biologist had become to Ice Skater. All she could really muster was to tell Marine Biologist to "be careful."

Clearly disappointed in this response, Marine Biologist awkwardly hurried the end of their discussion and rushed back to her cabin.

Drummer spent the rest of the night kicking herself for not being more bold when she'd had that chance. After an hour of seething, Drummer finally caught some shut eye.

...

*CRASH*

*BANG*

*CRASH*

Drummer, along with the rest of the camp, was awoken to a chorus of shattering glass and general destruction outside.

Hurrying outside to witness this carnage, the cast was met with the image an enraged Rebel stomping around the craft hall. He brutishly picked up and tossed rocks toward the building, shattering panes of glass upon impact.

Before any of his fellow campers could confront him on this childish display, MonoMaton beat them to the punch. The stuffed sheep was angrily tailing behind the deranged man.

"Stop! Destruction of camp property is strictly against the rules!"

The sheep repeated this add nauseam until every remaining camper had gathered around this strange scene. Finally, Rebel spoke:

"So... What you gonna do about it, sheep?"

The overconfident delinquent leaned down toward the stuffed sheep, extending a finger to the plush's forehead as he barked:

"You gonna stop me? Could you even do something like that?"

The cast watched on baited breath for MonoMaton's response to this challenge, relieved to see that their captor seemed to back down from this.

The sheep turned to bargaining and begging with Rebel, who returned to ignoring the sheep and tossing stones.

Cowboy began to step forward to address the situation, rolling up his sleeves. He didn't make it far before a cloying Welder extended a twiggy arm to hold him back. Cowboy abstained, letting Rebel continue.

After a few more minutes of needless destruction, Rebel finally addressed the group:

"We're not the ones here with rules to obey. This thing can't hurt us, so what's stoppin us from ruining this shit?"

Following his statement, Rebel stomped into the craft hall for another terribly awkward breakfast. The slowly group joined him, all still stunned by the display they'd just seen.

...

Following the off-kilter start to their day, the girls found themselves at their usual spot: the dock. Unlike usual however, they were joined by Ghost Hunter.

The boy had shyly approached the girls during breakfast, still in shambles about what had happened to Daredevil. They decided they would make it their mission to cheer up the distraught man, or at the very least distract him.

Keeping to their promise, the four spent the morning together out on the dock. They kept the subjects light, mostly poking fun at their fellow campers and situation.

For the first time in a while, the girls found themselves distracted from their situation as well. While Ghost Hunter was still reserved, it was clear this casual companionship was cheering him up as well.

The dread looming above their heads had been lifted for the time being, but they could never be sure of how long this grace period would last.

...

Surprisingly, the cast made it an entire week without any major incidents. Everything had seemed to finally set into place around the camp.

The girls had spent the week avoiding their situation with their new friend Ghost Hunter. Bartender and Sailor continued their tirade on a low simmer while Welder and Streamer continued trying to stoke the flames. Cowboy continued patrolling the spot as an omnipresent protector while Ice Skater and Marine Biologist continued their antisocial norm.

The most major update would be Rebel, who had begun skipping "mandatory" meals at the beginning of the week. This quickly escalated to Rebel seemingly disappearing entirely. By the end of the week nobody had seen him in what felt like days. He didn't even sleep in his cabin.

After a week, Rebel's actions would finally catch up with the rest of the cast.

*WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA*

Blaring sirens from what felt like all sides awoke the camp. Nothing like this had happened yet. All previous announcements had been done through MonoMaton's cutesy voice calmly instructing the campers. This was what seemed like several tornado sirens playing over one another.

It took less than 30 seconds for everyone, except Rebel, to gather outside, the unbearable sound covering the entire camp. MonoMaton stood at the entrance of the craft hall, motioning the group inside.

After everyone, barring Rebel, had entered the craft hall and taken a seat the blaring sirens finally stopped. MonoMaton took the center of the room to speak:

"As you may have noticed, one of our campers has been very... disobedient as of late. And unfortunately for you all, I am one for collective punishment."

With the doors shut behind him and all window damages repaired from last week's incident, MonoMaton invited his brethren to join the party.

Two MonoMaton's stepped in from the back entrance of the craft hall holding what looked like oversized, dystopian crop dusters.

Before the anyone could spring into action, a strange mist began pouring from the machines. By the time the cast had risen to their feet, the room had already begun to fill with this smog.

"You're going on a field trip-"

...

Drummer's eyes snapped open, revealing a completely unfamiliar ceiling. The jagged wooden slabs of Social Star's bunk no longer covering her view, Drummer was looking at equally weathered planks much farther above.

Turning to her right, she found her only roommate still comatose in her new bed. Bartender laid a tangled mess in front of the green and white paisley wall paper peeling from the wall behind her. A single window lit this oddly serene view.

Drummer had no time to enjoy this beauty, panic completely overtaking her. She laid paralyzed for what felt like an eternity, waiting for something terrible to force her to rise from this new, uncomfortable bedding.

This cosmic relief never came, Bartender continued snoring as Drummer slowly rose to meet this strange, new environment.

She creaked open the ornate, bedroom door to find herself in a massive room with similar stylings. With a look to her right, she could see several more doors lining the splintering walls. She peered over the railing only to find what looked like an abandoned saloon on the lower level.

After inspecting the room, Drummer paused. She didn't want to traverse this foreign environment alone, even if it meant doing it with someone she loathed.

Turning back, Drummer found herself making eye contact with a freshly awake Bartender. Before Drummer could let out a word Bartender began to shriek.

"Where the fuck are we? Where the fuck are we?"

Bartender repeated this shriek at an ear splitting decibel, jumping from the bed onto shaking legs. Drummer stepped forward to try and subdue this episode, but Bartender had already sprinted toward the window for a view. This only sent her into a deeper spiral.

Drummer met her hysterical roommate by the window and almost found herself joining in the panic with what she saw:

Pigs. Dozens of overgrown, unnatural looking pigs laid just meters behind their new window.

Before Drummer could fall into a spiral of her own, a deep roar shook the walls of the building.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"

Sailors voice carried through the walls, surely waking up any campers still left comatose after Bartender's shrieking. Soon enough, there was a chorus of screams as everyone came to.

In less than a minute, the whole cast, barring one, was gathered in their new shared Foyer. Rebel was still suspiciously missing from the group.

The panic of the situation kept the students from fully taking in their new, western surroundings. Cowboy and Sailor spared no time in leading the group outside of this new strange building.

Upon stepping outside, a foul smell hit the cast. In front of them lay a wide sprawling field, pens of unusual looking farm animals filling most of this dead space.

Dirt roads crawled through these entrapments, leading way to more decrepit buildings in the distance. The old western farm town theme was completed deep into the background.

Even further out, the same fence that held them captive before still stood tall. Familiar pine trees could be seen just behind the fence, hinting to the cast how close they still were to camp.

Turning around, the building they'd left was marked with a massive 'HOTEL' in chipping white paint over splintering gray planks. Not very inviting.

Cowboy addressed the still panicked group, assuring that if they all kept calm this situation wouldn't get the best of them.

Before he could finish his motivational speech, Streamers grating voice cut through his words:

"Yo chat, check out the dick extdender."

All heads spun, eyes landing on a souped up white pick up truck parked just behind the hotel. The vehicle clearly had some wear and tear, the bottom of the cabin painted with layered mud.

The group sprinted over to investigate the abandoned car, only to be met with an empty gas meter. They quickly scavenged the truck for keys or any way of starting it, no luck.

Cowboy regained the groups attention, demanding that they set out to explore their new environment and locate Rebel. With no debate from the cast, they set off to do just that.

...

After 30 minutes, they'd covered a decent amount of ground.

Following the makeshift trail, they'd discovered the mysterious buildings in the distance to be an abandoned shooting range, pageant hall, and an old western saloon.

They briefly investigated each building, finding nothing of note in each. The highlight of the 3 buildings was the mechanical bull located toward the back of the saloon.

While Welder and Sailor both urged the group to stop for a drink at the oddly charming shanty-town bar, Cowboy forced them to push forward down the trail.

After a few more minutes, they finally reached the mysterious, towering silos. A small decrepit shed was plotted just behind the massive structures, the group opted to investigate this first.

To their chagrin, this shed seemed to be an armory of sorts. A mix of vaguely threatening gardening tools were laced with an assortment of outright weapons.

Cowboy led them inside with caution. He carefully poked around the rusting metal drawers, quickly coming across a very concerning piece of weaponry.

Cowboy slowly raised a lone pistol out of the drawer, the crowd gasping.

Before any debate, Cowboy asserted to the room that he would keep the weapon on his person for the "safety of the group".

Ice Skater began speaking up to contest this assertion, but was quickly interrupted with an excited cry from Welder:

"GASOLINE!"

The crowds attention turned to a small stockpile of red gasoline canisters. Cowboy continued his orders while subtly tucking the pistol in his back pocket:

"Everyone grab a canister, we may be able to find a way to start the truck."

...

Gathering back under the silos, Cowboy began doling out tasks for the group. The stress of their relocation had clearly gotten to him, as he'd never been this authoritaria-

*Boop!*

A black, fluffy slipper plopped onto Cowboys head from above, interrupting his demanding speech. All heads rose to see where this mysterious footwear had come from.

"Yo! What are you lot doin' out here?"

Rebel's raspy voice carried all the way down the massive, metal wall as he sat atop the silo. Even from this distance distain could be made out in his twisted expression.

Before a clearly perturbed Cowboy could answer Rebel's question, a familiar, sickeningly sweet voice chimed into the conversation:

"You already know why, silly!"

Seemingly appearing out of nowhere behind the cast, MonoMaton had joined the crew in their new location.

Ignoring the barrage of questions immediately being levied at him by the confused campers, MonoMaton continued:

"I'm not usually one for collective punishment, but it is really fun when I get to do it. You all can thank that imbecile up there for your field trip."

Ice Skater moved sharply toward their plush captor:

"So he did escape?"

MonoMaton stared silently into her unyielding scowl, calmly gesturing to the massive fence that still imprisoned them:

"Is this what you'd consider an escape?"

...

The sudden shift of environment clearly had shocked the cast back into a more passive state. Three days had passed in their new location with nearly no conflict.

This trip to the farm had almost began to feel like a strange vacation of sorts. Everybody had by and large stayed with their pre-existing cliques, spending their time scattered across the worn-down, Western environment.

Even Bartender and Ice Skater had seemingly shelved their hatred for one another, at least for the time being. It felt as if everyone was treating this as a fresh start of sorts.

The only tangible tension through this time was between an overbearing Cowboy and a flippant Rebel. While the rest of the group had taken to Cowboy as a self imposed leader, Rebel predictably rejected this authority.

Whenever Rebel was present, Cowboy could be sure that his assertions wouldn't go uncontested. It was clear by their third day that this was getting under cowboys skin. Still, their leader bit his tongue, knowing that a show of force wouldn't help anything.

Even with this conflict boiling under them, no real fight had broken out amongst the cast in half a week. This was a big accomplishment for them considering the past two weeks they'd endured. MonoMaton, however, wasn't content with this new found cast harmony.

...

*WAAAAAAAAAAA*

Drummer shot up, her eyes snapping wide and into focus as the wail of a siren filled the air from all sides. A disgruntled voice groaned to her left:

"What the fuck now?"

Drummer fixed her foggy eyes on a half-awake Bartender, who'd also been rudely awoken by this siren. With little discussion, the two made their way out of their room to see why they'd been awakened so harshly.

After two minutes of unyielding sirens, nearly the entire cast had gathered in the foyer. MonoMaton was plotted in front of the exit, silently waiting for everybody to gather.

Suddenly, the alarms stopped. MonoMaton slowly scanned the room:

"I see we're still missing somebody! Let's fix that."

The cast's heads spun, looking to see who was missing from the room. It took a moment for Drummer to realize it was Rebel, as they'd grown used to his absence by now.

After a few seconds of murmuring from the cast, MonoMaton stepped away from the door. A raspy scream could be heard slowly approaching the entrance.

*BOOM!*

This scream reached full volume as the doors swung open, a struggling Rebel being forcibly transported by six gleeful MonoMatons.

They unceremoniously plopped his writhing body on the floor, before joining their brethren in blocking the door. Before Rebel could pipe up, MonoMaton began his announcement.

"It's been gettin a little chummy here as of late. But I reckon most of you aren't being honest with how you feel about your peers..."

Rebel began his attempt to interrupt this announcement, quickly thwarted by several MonoMaton's dogpiling his head. MonoMaton continued speaking over his muffled rebellion.

"We're holding a popularity contest for you lot, and participation is mandatory."

Drummer felt a small wave of relief, as she'd been expecting much worse. A popularity contest, how bad could it be?

MonoMaton continued:

"There will be 5 categories to fill, each winner will receive a very, very useful prize. These categories will be: Class Clown, Local Hunk, Beauty Queen, Perfect Victim and Total Killer! And once again, participation will be mandatory!"

The last two categories confirmed that this pageant was meant as a motive to kill, or at the very least drive up tension amongst the cast.

"We will also need a host to announce all of our winners, any volunteers?"

Without a beat, Cowboy stepped forward to meet the call:

"I'll do it."

With no debate from the room, Cowboy was immediately selected as host for the event.

MonoMaton continued speaking with glee:

"Wonderful! With that decided, voting will be held tomorrow morning and the award ceremony will be held tomorrow evening in the Pageant Hall. Happy voting everybody!"

And with that, all seven MonoMatons swiftly exited the hotel, leaving the cast to mull over what had just been announced.

Bartender was the first to leave, followed by her overgrown lapdog, Sailor. She stared daggers into the crowd as she left, simply stating.

"I know how I'm voting."

...

Drummer, Social Star, Personal Trainer and Ghost Hunter spent their afternoon wandering the farm's many dirt trails as usual.

Though tensions were high again, the group did a good job of distracting themselves from tomorrow nights event. None of the four made any mention of it as they enjoyed one last peaceful afternoon.

After an hour or so of wandering, they could see Cowboy and Welder approaching them from a distance.

Once they'd reached them, the two spoke with a fervor, urging the four to vote them for the victim and killer categories. The two believed that if they took the fall in these categories, the cast could avoid another potential murder.

The group cautiously agreed to these terms, after which Cowboy and Welder swiftly continued down the trail to campaign to more campers.

As they walked away, Drummer recalled the mention of prizes being distributed for each category. She questioned to herself whether Cowboy and Welder's intentions were pure when volunteering for these categories.

She kept these concerns to herself, not wanting to cause a stir in the group and soil their nice afternoon.

The four continued on walking in a daydreaming denial of what was to come.

...

The next morning, the cast was once again awoken to the sounds of sirens from all sides. This time it lacked the punch of surprise, as the cast barely seemed phased as they once again entered the foyer.

To their surprise, the room had been completely redecorated overnight. Red white and blue streamers lined the walls, cheap paper stars dangled from the ceiling and ballot boxes were dotted around haphazardly.

Once again, the cast was made to wait for an apprehended Rebel to be brought to them. After that struggle was finished, voting commenced.

It didn't take long for nearly every camper to cast their ballots, Rebel unsurprisingly taking the longest of the cast to vote. After a struggle that lasted several embarrassing minutes, Rebel's forced vote was finally cast.

MonoMaton once again took center stage:

"Thank you, everybody, for your enthusiastic participation! Our awards ceremony will be held tonight at 5 o'clock sharp, don't be late!"

...

Again, Drummer and her friends spent their afternoon trying their best to ignore their grim situation. And once again, they would be rudely interrupted by a peer's agenda.

Rebel stomped his way over the group, Social Star already rolling her eyes at the drama they were clearly about to be dragged into.

Before he'd even reached them he began barking their way:

"We ain't doin no fuckin' pageant tonight, you got that?"

Social Star stepped forward to meet his gaze, calmly bur firmly responding that they weren't gonna be collectively punished for his treason again. She made it clear that they would be in attendance no matter what he said.

Rebel ignored her, continuing his tirade on how submitting to MonoMaton's will here would quickly lead to more bloodshed, but the group wasn't having it.

This time PT, stepped up, placing a hand on Social Star's shoulder and backing her up:

"We don't want any part in your bullshit, bozo."

Rebel glared down the group, taking pause while making eye contact with a silent Drummer:

"Suit yourself then."

The disgruntled man continued down the trail, cursing to himself as he stumbled. Drummer watched as he walked, fearing that this "bozo" may have a point.

...

After what felt like a no time, it was 4:45 and the cast had begun gathering outside the Pageant Hall. They waited in silence for everybody to arrive, assuming Rebel would require another kidnapping to be in attendance.

Streamer spoke up to break the tension, jokingly asking the room if she was more of a shoo-win for Beauty Queen or Local Hunk. Only Welder blessed her with a chuckle.

To their shock, 5 minutes before their set time, Rebel angrily stomped into eye shot. As he approached the group, Streamer spoke up again:

"Funny seeing you here."

Rebel grumpily made his way to the massive pageant hall entrance, dodging eye contact from all of his judgmental peers:

"Shut the fuck up."

Clearly his attempt to sabotage this event had failed miserably. He began furiously pounding the door, startling many of his fellow campers. He roared inside the rotting wooden walls.

"We're here you little piece of shit, let's just get this over with."

And with that, the massive double doors swung open to reveal a smiling MonoMaton standing on a humble stage. Flickering spotlights lit the faint purple curtain that fell behind him:

"Awww, what a nice surprise! Everybody's here!"

...

It took no time for Cowboy to take his place on stage, plotting himself just above the x that had been marked for him. The vintage spotlights obscured his view of the crowd just in front of him as MonoMaton handed him cards to read off of:

"Uh, Hello campers? I applaud you all for joining us today..."

He took pause while staring down at the cue card, his brow folding as he tossed the first aside. Then the second.

Clearly not wanting to prolong this dreadful event, Cowboy skipped through MonoMaton's prepared cards until finally reaching the first winner:

"Ah, there we are. The winner of Class Clown is... Streamer."

Streamer shrieked from the audience, clearly too excited about this award. She stormed the stage in a rush of excitement, being quelled by a stoic Cowboy guiding her to her place on stage.

She addressed the Pageant Hall with an ironic tone:

"Thank you all so SO much for this award. It just... means so much you know? For a little gal like me, it's like... You like me, you really li-"

Cowboy cut her off with a firm hand on the shoulder once again guiding her, this time off the stage. She continued her ramblings of false gratitude as she left the stage, silently being handed a mysterious goody bag from MonoMaton.

After flipping through a few more cards, Cowboy continued:

"Ok. Our winner of Local Hunk goes to... Sailor."

The entire cast jumped following the inhuman roar that Sailor emitted. The drunken giant got himself red in the face with celebratory screaming before even reaching the stage.

This behaviour continued on stage, not a single english word was uttered from the man as he screeched and flexed in celebration of this non-victory.

It took a couple good tugs of the arm from Cowboy to quell the giant enough to get him off stage, where he was handed his mysterious prize as well.

Trying his best absolute to keep things moving through the chaos, a visibly annoyed Cowboy continued:

"Beauty Queen winner is Social Media Star."

The first camper to accept her award graciously, Social Star took the stage with a demure posture.

She humbly thanked the room for this award, clearly a little flattered by the praise.

*CRASH*

*THUD*

*Ding Dong*

"A body has been discovered!"

[bird-in-the-space]

Echoes of the Unknown

You learn to drive as a car through the summer and when the camp finally comes to an end, you and Emily leave for Jasper Nevada. However, during your time there, you have an odd feeling of being watched.

Warnings: some angst, mentions of your funeral, learning how to be a car, tiredness, a feeling of being watched, and paranoia.

Chapter 5

--------------------------------

The summer somewhat went fast for you. At some moment it felt like you were waiting for ages for the summer camp to come to an end, especially during the days when you couldn’t leave the barn. Since Emily was your best friend, Mr. Robin and most camp chancellors allowed her more free time. She most of the time made sure no one would come to the abandoned barn and helped you learn car stuff. After a week after your death, she left the camp to attend your funeral. Once she came back, she shared that your family was quite devastated over your death, even your father who was one of the strictest men you knew was in tears at your funeral. It warmed your heart to know that your family did care about you, it nearly made you want to go see how they were doing. 

During nights, you went out and taught yourself to drive in your car form. It was challenging at first but after two weeks you managed to get the hang of it and even dared to drive on the big roads. Controlling the gear was way easier as a car than a human. Luckily, you already knew some of the basics of traffic rules. 

Emily sometimes shared news from the camp. She and Amanda had come to good terms. They even held a party in your honor, which you found flattering. You were glad that they finally took safety more seriously. 

Finally, after many weeks, the summer camp came to an end. You were already waiting in the parking lot in your car form as Emily got her stuff and dealt with the parting ceremony. It took some hours, but she finally arrived with Amanda and others. They marveled when Emily walked up to you, throwing her things on the backseat. 

“Sick ride, Emily. Did you get the car from your dad?” one of them asked. 

“Yep, It’s my early birthday gift. I decided as a way of becoming an adult, I’m gonna drive myself back home,” Emily opened your door, and seated her on the driver’s seat. You knew the lie was to keep up the appearance, but you weren’t certain about letting her use the steering wheel and your other controls when you could do it yourself. 

“Bye! Let’s talk again sometime, and good luck with your future careers!” Emily called out after putting on the seatbelt and driving out of the campgrounds. 

You allowed her to hold the wheels till you reached the high road. 

“Okay, you can stop holding my wheel,” you broke the silence. 

“Oh come on! We should make it look authentic,” Emily teased, taking her hands off as you took control. 

“I’m pretty sure no one is even gonna notice when we drive eighty miles an hour,” you replied, making her chuckle. 

“Anyway, (Name). Ready to go to Jasper?” she asked. 

“Ready as I ever could be,” you said as you picked up the speed and made your way toward your destination. 

The drive went smoothly as you drove on the high roads. Luckily your car windows were dark enough so Emily did not need to do much driving. She usually went through the radio on your headboard and talked about things you could do. The drive lasted some hours since Nevada was some distance away, but soon enough you arrived in Emily's hometown Jasper. 

You two did a quick trip to her family house, where she asked to use the summer cabin and then she quickly jumped back in and guided you to the cabin outside the little town. 

The place was peaceful and soon you drove to the summer cabin. There was a small house and a barn right next to it. It was located near some cliffs where there was a wide view of the world around you. 

“We’re here,” Emily said excitedly and jumped out. 

After she got off, you closed the door and transformed, stretching your metallic limbs as they felt stiff and stuck after driving so much. 

“This seems private enough,” you said as you approached the barn. Emily opened the locks and you gently pushed the doors open. You looked inside and found it dusty but liveable. 

“It's a bit dirty but moving things here and there, and cleaning off the dust, then it’s good as new, ” Emily said. 

You yawned. 

“Is everything alright?” Emily asked. 

“Yeah. It’s just I have been feeling rather tired for the past week. I tried to spare off energy by sleeping and it helped a little, but now this fatigue is becoming more continuous,” you explained. “My body feels like it is refusing to recharge properly,” you said, yawning again. 

“Hey. What if you are hungry? You haven’t eaten anything ever since you became a robot?” Emily questioned. 

“Could be. Some warning has been running in my vision,” you explained. “But what do these robots eat?” you asked. 

“Maybe oil, gas? I’m sure they need some kind of fuel,” Emily suggested. “Maybe we should go to town to buy some and check it out,” she added. 

“I don’t feel like going, but maybe you’re right,” you said as you closed the barn door, and transformed. 

You two drove through the little town and then arrived at the nearest gas station. 

“I don’t know if giving you fuel without knowing what you need is a good idea so how about I grab a few canisters and see what would work?” Emily suggested. 

“What if I get some kind of food poisoning?” you asked. 

“Well, then we know what not to feed you,” Emily laughed as you parked in front of the gas station. 

“I will be back soon,” she said as she stepped out and went to the store. You waited for her patiently. You turned on your radio and started browsing through the frequencies and tunes till you settled down on one you preferred. 

You then notice a yellow car arrive in your rear mirror. You didn’t think much of it, but then you began to feel odd when it stayed there for longer than you imagined. You saw it drive there, yet no one came out. You began to feel uneasy as you felt like you were being watched. 

You carefully observed the yellow car, waiting for it to do something. What was it doing there? Was it a robot like you? 

You had subconsciously turned off the radio and didn’t notice Emily walk out of the store and jump inside after putting the oil bottles in the back seat. 

“Hey, (Name). I’m back,” she said. You jolted, causing your lights to blink for a moment. 

“Wow, what’s gotten you so jumpy?” she said with a humored smile. 

You looked in the mirror and saw the yellow car leave. Did you imagine the whole thing? 

“Nothing. I just thought I saw something,” you said as you started the engine and drove back to her place. 

[drdemonprince]

hi hi! I met an amicable gang of perverts and now they've invited me to a farm in the middle of nowhere to hang out. thing is I'm new in town, dark skinned and do not have a car or friends to pick me up. I get good vibes from them and we will meet on a public place at all, but there's a Get Out (movie) vibe feeding into my already massive anxiety about sex and STDs. what would you recommend to have a safe and sexy encounter?

First let me just say that I do not think your fears are unfounded, at all. Fictional depictions aside, the sole Black or brown person amidst a group of white folks out in a rural area are in a position of risk! There are some real horror stories out there. And even with the best of intentions, white people sometimes drag our Black & brown friends into situations we do not recognize to be unsafe. A local educational theater company here in Chicago had to stop running summer retreats at a campground in Wisconsin they had frequented for decades because of repeated complaints from Black staff who didn't feel safe out there. So like, first and foremost I want to affirm that you're not being crazy or unfair here.

I hope that people with more relevant personal experience will sound off with advice in the notes, but my suggestions are twofold: First, I think you should consider bringing someone with you as support. I know that you're new in town, but perhaps you have a friend from elsewhere who would be willing to visit and go with you? If not this time, perhaps you can make plans for them to chaperone a kinky rural outing with this group in the future?

If that isn't possible, I would recommend having trusted friends who are people of color plugged into your plans & location remotely at the very least. Share your location with them on your phone, give them the address and some contact information for other parties attending, and perhaps have them agree to call you and check in at least once every evening. Make sure your hosts are aware you're doing this, too.

The other piece of my advice would be to speak about these concerns with the white kinksters who have invited you. I don't necessarily trust they will be able to solve this issue in a way that will assuage all your anxiety, but I think at the very least how they respond to your concerns will be a needed vibe check.

Are they understanding? Offended? Shocked? Filled with white guilt? Do they offer some kind of accommodation to help make the situation safer to you? Do they make it all about themselves? Every white person exists somewhere on a spectrum of awareness & comfort in talking about this stuff, and it's good to know where this crew is at and where their abilities to be there for you are lacking -- not necessarily to prevent you from ever playing with them again, but just so you know what you can and can't trust them with, and where they still need to grow.

At the very least, asking will put them in the position of having to think about something that may not have passed through their minds, and perhaps some will rise to the occasion and help you feel understood. I certainly hope they do, anyway!