#BUT he's gon be one sad lonely in-search-of-purpose boy

[somecrazylads-a-blog]

-. jokes on all of us i’ll be adding TWO MUSES, heck ye, a (huge lesbian) dragon tamer bby who comes from a long lineage of dragon hunters who is deciding that yknow maybe uh we shouldn’t? just straight up? murder these giant beautiful creatures? thank & a shapeshifter, specifically one of the two ravens of Odin who after the old gods have begun to be forgotten, have almost been abandoned to their own devices (save for rare instances in which they’re needed, please read am.erican gods)

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Thank you for translating! It is really hard work to translate. If it is not too much work I was wondering if there were any differences in the dialogue in the scene where Lee Gon cooks for Tae-eul? Or if you could share a little bit what Tae-eul was feeling when he was flirting. Thank you again

Hello dear Nonny, thank you for your message :3 Since a few other people have also asked me about the Kitchen Scene™, h e r e y o u g o ↓ (bear with me, I translated this part a bit hastily so this is a loose translation). 

Under cut because this got long.

“Why are we in the kitchen? Are you planning on making me stay the night here?” Tae-Eul asked, looking around her surroundings.

This was no ordinary kitchen. The plates and tableware that were carefully displayed in several china cabinets looked like they could belong in a museum. Everything seemed luxurious, all the kitchenware of professional grade. The kitchen itself was very sleek and modern, the meat stored in its very own food cellar. So this is what a royal kitchen looked like.

Gon chuckled at Tae-Eul’s easy banter, removed his jacket and placed it neatly on the back of the island stool. He had asked the staff to vacate the premises so that only he and Tae-Eul were left.

“If you’re staying the night, I’ll have you sleep in my bedroom. Now that Secretary Mo knows, almost everyone around me knows about you.”

Gon grabbed Tae-Eul’s shoulders and led her back to one of the chairs. Once he made sure she was seated, he went back to the kitchen counter.

“Let’s eat. Yeong told me that you didn’t eat anything besides a sandwich today. I’m repaying you for the half and half.” Gon said, rolling his sleeves.

Tae-Eul observed Gon moving around, taking out ingredients here and there and putting them on the counter. It was clear from the way he was deftly cutting the vegetables that he knew his way around the kitchen. He heated the cast iron pan before putting in the meat. Soon, the delicious scents of the sizzling steak filled the the room. Tae-Eul didn’t realize how hungry she was until she smelled the wonderful flavors coming out from the kitchen island. She looked at the grilling piece of beef with raptured attention before she met Gon’s gaze.

His lips were curled in satisfaction, obviously proud of himself.

“You didn’t give me money on purpose, right? You knew we didn’t have the same currencies.”

“Right. You don’t have buttons. I didn’t want you to go far away, that’s why I sent Yeong.” He replied cheekily.

“The credit limit was 100,000 won. I borrowed it from him, so pay it back for me.”

“I will.”

“I was traveling around today, and I realized you must have been lonely in my world.” Tae-Eul stated.

She guessed it was one of those things you had to actually experience before understanding how it truly felt. Now she thought of Gon whenever she felt lonely. Because that’s how he probably felt too, back in her world.

Distracted by her words, Gon turned his attention away from the task at hand and looked at her worriedly.

“Were you lonely here?”

“It was frustrating to not have something that could prove my identity. Thanks for coming to pick me up.”

“Would you come here for a second?” The lines of his face hardened, his jaw clenched.

Tae-Eul wordlessly stood up and came up to him.

“Do you need any help?” She asked.

“Look at me.”

A command delivered by a King. Who was wearing an apron.

Tae-Eul tilted her head. Gon came closer and lightly bumped his forehead against hers.

“I want to pat your head, but both my hands are busy”

His deep voice tickled her skin, his nearness eliciting warm, tingly feelings in her.

“It doesn’t seem like your first time.” Tae-Eul mumbled, slightly disconcerted.

“What do you mean? Dating? Why? You didn’t get any results from web searching?”

“Why do you cook so well? I thought you were making me some ramen.” She changed the topic.

“You said it didn’t taste good.”

“It was good. That’s why I didn’t believe that you cooked it yourself.”

“Head Court Lady Noh taught me how to cook. The only food that I don’t need to be tasted is the food I cook myself.”

Tae-Eul took a step away, letting him finish the food preparation.

“I saw you looked it up online. Prince Imperial Geum. And Lee Lim.” Gon went on, voice nonchalant.

Any citizen in the Kingdom knew about the traitor Lee Lim, so it wouldn’t have been hard for Tae-Eul to find out about his uncle or read about the details of that night. If her face was any indication, his guess was right.

“You… seem to have grown into a fine man.”

“I guess that you now know what root you are standing in front of.”

Tae-Eul vaguely stared at the faint scar visible on Gon’s collarbone. It must have been painful, getting that scar. It must have hurt so much. That a child had to go through this brutal ordeal was almost inconceivable. She couldn’t even think about it. Because if she did, she probably wouldn’t be able to handle it. That a relative could kill a child’s father before attempting to strangle that very same child to death.

“It’s my hell and my history that was engraved on my body by the greed of the person that killed my father and strangled me.”

“…”

“This is why I was raised amid my uncle’s worries and Head Court Lady Noh’s tears. And that’s the reason why Lady Noh isn’t nice to you. Don’t be upset about it.”

Tae-Eul had briefly felt the unfairness of Lady Noh’s treatment towards her. She understood why she had acted that way though. Tae-Eul could only nod at Gon’s explanations.

“Is that it? After hearing a story like this, don’t you have to either give me a hug or at least say that you would give me one?”

“Aren’t you going to show me my ID card?” Tae-Eul asked instead.

“Hey, don’t change the topic—“

“I need to go now.” She cut him off.

“I won’t let you go. You have to live here.”

They both knew it though. They had led separate lives so far. An entire universe stood in between them.

Tae-Eul had only spent one— no, two nights in a far-away place where no one else from her world could travel to. If it weren’t for Gon, she wouldn’t even have picked this place as a travel destination.

“I’m serious. I won’t let you go. I can keep you here with just one command.” Gon repeated, each word heavier than the last.

His anguish and frustration was palpable. Feeling completely powerless, Tae-Eul could only let her own sadness flow through her veins, leaving a cold emptiness in its wake.

He was surrounded by so many caring people, people who held him dear, people who worried about him— Yet Gon still felt a deeply rooted loneliness within him.

Whether it was 25 years ago or today, the only person who was able to unburden this heavy load was the one person whose existence made no sense in his world.

Tae-Eul couldn’t help but feel the unfairness of the situation. She had always been Gon’s constant, his zero. Without realizing it, she had started wanting to be his zero as well.

She had no idea where to take things from there. She had no clue about anything about the two of them, yet she knew that whenever she looked at him, whenever she was pulled into his mesmerizing gaze, she could only nod and follow his steps. She wanted to shy away from him and his big, almond-shaped eyes.

He had always been the sharp, dutiful King leading a country for most. But to her, he was an honorable man with a vulnerability that only she could see.

Lost in her thoughts, Tae-Eul noticed that the meal Gon had prepared for her was steaming, small puffs of smoke coming out of the pan. Gon turned off the stove and placed a plate in front of her.

“Take your time. I will show you the ID card after you finish it.”

Tae-Eul grabbed the spoon. She didn’t feel like eating and felt her strength gradually leaving her. She put on a happy face and scooped up a spoonful of the meal Gon had prepared. She would show her appreciation. For his sake.

“Thanks for the food.”

“Steak and rice in a hot pot. It’s my signature dish. Everyone falls for it.”

Tae-Eul didn’t even have to pretend to be enjoying the food. It really was delicious.

“You should ask me whom I cooked it for. I said it to make you jealous.” Gon quipped.

“I can’t beat that person anyway. Whoever she is, that person must be from this world.” Tae-Eul took another mouthful.

It seemed that whenever Tae-Eul spoke her mind freely, Gon’s heart twitched in pain. Reaching in his pocket, Gon grabbed the badge and handed it to her.

“I have been carrying it around ever since you came here. I didn’t show it to you because I was afraid you might leave. But… you’ve already gone somewhere much further away than your world. Take a look.”

The ID card looked a little more worn out than the one that had been recently issued. Everything else checked out. November 11th, 2019. This badge was hers.

“The navy jacket. It’s mine. It’s my ID card. How does this make sense, though? It’s definitely mine. Did you say it’s been here for 25 years?”

“Someone dropped it here. But my memories are fading away. I’m not sure I can recognize that person. But I feel like the person will appear before me at least once.”

“Why?”

“Because that person is either the beginning or the end of all this. It seems like a difficult question to solve, but there must be a simple and beautiful formula for it. And you are the answer I have been looking for. From now on, I will prove it one by one. Whoever it is, and whichever world the person is from, you’ve beat that person. So don’t you decide alone to leave like that.”

Tae-Eul wasn’t sure what moves he was about to make. The boy he used to be grew beautifully into the man that faced her today.

For a short while, they stared wistfully at each other.

Hope. Apprehension. Self-reflection. Solitude.

The room was filled with unspoken tensions and promises.

[debu-neko-kun]

12XL: One Size Fits All

This was a commission for somebody on Discord. I was given the prompt “Guy grows huge from magic underwear” and, well, we have this! One of my favorite growth methods, I gotta say. Anyway, enjoy a slender Korean lad growing quite large. 

Kae yawned and stretched his slender arms, squinting against the bright sun as he awoke. Despite the rays on his pale, freckled skin, he shivered like an ice storm bore down on him and shuffled to the bathroom on zombie-like autopilot. The light above the sink flickered as he waited for the bathtub to fill, his tailbone pressing uncomfortably against the seat cover of the toilet. Just as well, he thought as he stared at the same thin, sunken features as always. Sharp, boring jaw lines, a sharp chin, piercing blue eyes. Narrow, cold, lacking… something. But what? As he sank into the warm water, he pondered this. What could possibly make him love himself? What push, nudge, poke in the right direction could he possibly find? He had a nice job, a decent apartment, time enough for himself. Sure, he didn’t exactly have an insane amount of friends… or any… and sure, his love life was lacking… severely… but what was stopping him from just going out and finding somebody? He had options! There was Steve in accounting… no, he was with Brad, right. Tom, in publishing? Zip, he was straight as an arrow. John? Forget it. Kae sank deeper into the steamy bath water, out of the stream of morning light. There was only really one man he wanted… “Don’t think about it.” he murmured to himself. Too late. James. The name curled around his mind tight as a noose, bringing a fresh red flush to his cheeks. He’d first laid eyes on the gentle creature nearly a month ago, after a particularly tiresome night at work. Muscles too weak to craft a meal from the fridge, he’d ordered out: a small pizza. When it arrived, he’d expected the same variety of highschool punk. Instead, he’d opened the door to find a cute, flustered, slightly-overweight cupid staring back at him. “Oh, uhm… hello there. Kae, publishing.” He’d smiled, offering his hand to the confused worker. “Uh, hey. Guess this is for you, Mr. Kae. Enjoy.” He responded softly, lips curling into a slight smile as he placed the pizza into his outstretched hand. “Yes… right, thank you. Goodbye.” And that was that. One awkward meeting on his doorstep and his heart was sent reeling, rolling into an abyss that bowled any thoughts of work for the next several days. Was this what a crush felt like? There was never any time for them before now, only flings, but something about James sparked a flame in his lonely heart. A few days later, hungry and bored, he skimmed through the advertisements on the community page, spotting the same pizza place he’d ordered from a few nights earlier. They weren’t far, and the food was good…   Before he could consider other options, Kae was already at the front counter, ordering a medium cheese from a 400 lb highschooler. He gave him a smile and waddled to the back while Kae found a seat, and that’s when he saw it: The kiss. James, pizza boy James, cupid James, “Would you like a coffee with me?” James, wrapped up in the arms of a man at least five times his weight, exchanging soft, passionate kisses beneath the neon light of the arcade games in the corner. The lights stained the memory pink, made his stomach flip just thinking about it. The way James grabbed his overflowing backfat, the way their chubby chins pushed and rubbed together, the way their massive thighs intertwined… Kae submerged his head beneath the lukewarm water in the present. Be happy for him, he thought. You were just too late. Too late and not his type. Just as he thought his eyes would explode from holding in hot tears, the buzzer sounded out at the door. Kae quickly surfaced and slipped out of the tub, wrapping himself in an absorbent blue bathrobe before rushing off to the door, just as the buzzer rang again. “Who is it?” he asked, holding down the call button. “Delivery!” sang a voice from below, high and excited. “Delivery? I didn’t order anything. You must have the wrong house-” “One package for a mister Kae Chi-gon, 8th floor, Room 255. Special delivery, I need a signature please!” Kae sighed and leaned his head against the buzzer panel. “Come on up. It’s unlocked.” He heard a boyish giggle before letting up on the button, moving to unlock the door. Before he could even slide the latch back, a tiny knock rapped at his door. “What the-” he started, quickly pulling the door open to reveal a short, wide-hipped boy in what appeared to be some sort postal uniform, only far more gothic. Kae’s eyes were immediately drawn to the black khaki shorts that snugged tight against his bottom, doing nothing to slim the basketball butt and thick hips, only serving to accentuate his unnaturally pale thighs that bulged against his striped knee-high socks. “Allow me to introduce myself, mortal man! My name is P.M. Crowe, with the Incubus Delivery Service. I couldn’t help but feel your heart breaking, and deemed it necessary to invoke my services to get it back to tip top shape!” Kae squinted at the boy as he stood in the doorway, hand on one hip, his other slender arm clutching a box decorated with gold foil. “Is this some kind of prank? Did somebody at the office send you?” he scoffed. “I don’t think it’s very funny, now if you’ll excuse me-” Kae moved to shut the door, but Crowe quickly grabbed the edge of the frame. “W-Wait, don’t shut me out yet!” he begged, his tiny demon wing hair clip clinking against the door. “I can give you anything you want!” “I don’t want anything you can give, now go away!” he grunted, pushing harder on the door. “James is single!” Kae suddenly stopped pushing, heart catching in his throat. “…What did you just say?” With a little grunt, Crowe slipped his way inside, walking around to face Kae who now leaned with his back to the door. He took a moment to dust off his varsity jacket and straighten the tie beneath before continuing. “James is single. His boyfriend of three months left him, and he’s been rather sad. Heartbroken, actually, like you… which is why I’m here. To bring you two together and patch up some hearts!” “Yeah, well, good luck with that. I’ve seen his type. They’re… heftier… and look at me.” Kae gestured, pulling back his robe to reveal his ribs. “Not exactly a perfect match.” “You know, it’s not about-” Crowe began, but stopped as his watch beeped. “Oh great, I’m already behind schedule! Come on, man; sign for the package, and I can give you something to help with everything. Promise!” Kae eyed him suspiciously, arms crossed across his slender chest. “…Fine. Got a pen?” Crowe lit up like a match and produced a golden pen from his pocket. “I promise you won’t regret it! It’s the code of every Incubus Delivery Service postal worker to fix, mend, and otherwise bring light back into the hearts of the sullen, whether it’s by bringing together true love or creating a new one! And I, P.M. Crowe, promise to-” “Done. Didn’t you have somewhere to be?” Kae huffed. “Oh, right! Here’s your box, and remember to always be true to yourself! Gotta go, be seeing you, Mr. Kae!” Crowe called out as he squeezed past Kae and ran out the door, which quickly closed by itself, leaving behind a comical puff of pink smoke.   Kae stood for a few moments, box under his arm, trying to process what just happened. Incubus? James? This is all too bizarre… could anything he said have really been true? Only one way to find out. Kae cautiously peeled the tape back, letting the cardboard flaps spring open. Too dark to see inside, he put his hand in and grabbed a clump of thick fabric, pulling it out to the light. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” he sighed, letting the box fall to the floor. In his hands, stretched out further than his body spanned, was a pair of white briefs big enough to wrap around a couch. The tag on the back was nothing but a dozen Xs and an L, a testament to their size, surely signing itself as nothing more than a gag gift. Flipping them around, he could see a massive heart print on the back, hanging loosely like a spent parachute. “That little…” he began, lips tightening in frustration. Suddenly, he stopped himself letting out a long, breezy exhale. “Don’t lose it, Kae. Just some… weird little punk from the pizza place, an elaborate prankster. Unless- no, no.” he shook his head, retreating to his bedroom with the garment still clutched to his fingers. He quickly set to work, laying out his clothing for the day: one pair of black socks, one pressed shirt, slacks… …and an empty underwear drawer. He cursed his luck and lack of laundry planning, spinning around to scan his pristine room for any stray undergarments that may have escaped (as unlikely as that may be.) He searched, moving around through other drawers and over the wardrobe before giving up, retreating back to the bed… and the oversized underwear. “I… guess If I fold it correctly, nobody will notice…” he murmured to himself, letting his robe slip to the floor. He put the underwear down and inserted one leg, then the other, feeling like a dainty cheerleader in a football locker room as he pulled the undies up to his waist and nearly to his chest. “Heh… looking good, Kae.” He chuckled, turning around to admire his cloth-cloaked backside in the full-sized mirror. He shook it a few times, giggling as it bounced back and forth gently. Wait… bounced? No part of his body had bounced a day in his life. He was, and always had been, for all intents and purposes, a stick. So why is he now staring at a pair of quickly thickening ass cheeks and a roll-covered back? Kae rapidly spun himself back around to face the mirror, the new additions to his body nearly dragging him over. His stomach sagged out, quickly filling up the empty space in the once-roomy waistband with blubber-packed belly. He slowly reached down in disbelief, gently prodding at the ever-expanding rolls with his dimpled fingers that quickly plumped into thick little sausages. “How is this happening?…” he breathed, moving his hands up to feel his cheeks thicken and swell against his rapidly disappearing neck, the space of which replaced by a blossoming second chin that seemed to get closer to his blobby man-breasts by the second. The underwear that seemed so impossibly large only a moment ago now began to tighten against his belly, the band squeezing between two overhanging lovehandles at his sides and hugging his lightly-sweating doughy buttcheeks like a pair of scanty panties. Kae was lost, lost in himself, in the moment, in the sensations. He should be panicking, he thought. Scream, call an ambulance! But… His arm fat dipped down like a pair of flabby bingo wings, patting against the massive dollop of sour cream that was his belly as he reached up to squeeze his breasts, pert pink nipples and luscious, creamy fat bulging between his bloated fingers. …it feels so good! His cheeks flushed rose red as he slid his hands back, into his waistband, squeezing his cellulite-laden butt fat in his palms. Warm, sweaty fat, at least 500 pounds of it and steadily growing, all him… gone was the sharp chin, replaced with a double that jiggled with a quick turn of his head (not that much of anything about him would be quick anymore.) Sunken ribs were swapped with an unending expanse of rolls and lovehandles that contained so much lardy flab, thin thighs with bags of fat that smooshed and sagged well past a defining line. He hugged himself, the growth jolting forward in one last jump of weight as if to reach out and hug him back, rewarding him with so much more warmth and total comfort. Just as the weight climb trickled to a rapid halt, a knock sounded at the door. “H-Huh?… Wait, that boy, Crowe!” he muttered, snapping back from his warm daze. “Coming!” he called, voice somewhat deeper than it had been before, taking a wobbly step out of the bedroom and into the hall, holding onto the frame for comfort. Every booming step was accompanied by a resounding creak from the floorboards and a jiggle from his near-naked body, butt swaying and belly patting against his thighs. By the time he reached the door, his flabby body had accumulated a slick shine of sweat, and his heavy chest heaved with exhausted breaths. This is going to take some getting used to… he thought, opening the door for his visitor. “Ten large pizzas for Kae-” James. The two stood, staring into eachother’s eyes, in complete shock. “Oh… my god… K-Kae? What happened to you? Are you okay?!” James blurted, rushing into the apartment, leaving the bag of pizzas in the hall. “Just… gained a little weight, is all.” he replied, putting his hands on his belly, the flabby pale flesh blushing pink like a christmas ham.   “B-But you were so thin! What happened?” “Well, I just decided to pack a bit on. Nothing else to it.” Kae shrugged, turning away. “It, um… it looks really cute on you.” James blushed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “You… really think so?” Kae looked back over his pudgy shoulder, whole body practically blushing. “Well, y-yeah… y-you want to, umm… well, do you want to get something to eat sometime?” James rushed, holding onto his hat like a life preserver. “Well, I do have ten pizzas now, don’t I? I could use a hand.” he purred, tugging on the sides of his waist band, the design pulling into a perfect heart between his huge cheeks. “…l-let me just call my boss.”