#I just wanted to make big teeth out of clay

[featherwurm]

Ceramic beads, low fire glaze, iron oxide, leather.

[thesassypadawan]

Too Sweet (Clay x FemReader)

Summary: You'd do anything to make Clay happy, to be with him the rest of your life. Let him own, use. Even put a baby in you, if that’s what it takes.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut. Mission, slight baby trapping, manipulative/possessive Clay, and… his thick, long dick.

Notes: Follow Up Fic: Sweet Treat! 🧡🖤

- So much semen stains the sheets… Paints your plush thighs… Coats your gummy walls…

- To the public, Clay is a gentleman. The charming, doting boyfriend who takes you out for fancy dinners. Whisks you away on romantic trips, buys you the most darling things. Treats you with respect, like a lady.

- Behind closed doors though, he's something much different…

- Licking away your tears. His long fingers graze over your stomach, silently reminding that all of you belongs to him…of the role you now play.

- “Good…girl.” Cooing softly, his larger body looms above your vulnerable one. Surrounding, caging you in. Thrusting steadily, smirking at your blotchy face. “Good good…girl.”

- Legs spread wide, hiked up onto his hips. You wriggle, writhe beneath him. Mewling weakly as he pulls out, feeling his hot cum leak from your abused cunt. “Nngh, it-it’s too much…”

- “No, it’s not enough.” Only to have it rammed back inside when he surges forward again. Pushing it deeper, further…grinding against, ensuring you’re filled to the brim. “Unless you don’t want to make me happy.”

- Involuntarily, you clench. Brain foggy, so overstimulated. Pussy swollen, burning from the stretch…from the sheer amount of overuse. You let out a small whimper, shakily reaching for him. “I do…I just can’t take…”

- Pressing a tender kiss to your palm, he picks up the pace. “You can…” Big hands grip your waist firmly. His neck tensing, hitting that lovely spot inside…turning you into even more of a babbling mess. “…and will.”

- Before you can protest, he leans down. Nuzzling your neck; nipping, sucking gently. Lips trailing along your collarbone. “You give me a baby….”

- Hot breath fans across your skin, goosebumps forming. “…I'll reward you with a ring.” Teeth barely graze, tongue teases. “Understood?”

- Biting hard, you cry out. Back arching feebly, hips trying desperately to meet his. Eyes squeeze shut, feeling yourself grow impossibly tight around his thick length. “Y-yes, sir!”

- A low groan escapes him, gravelly voice rumbling through you. “That’s…my little angel.” Drives become sloppy, wild. “Always so obedient, well behaved.” Balls slap heavily, lewdly. “Too sweet…for me.”

- Movements stutter and he plunges brutally one last time. Sending you unwilling over the edge. Nails scratching at his broad shoulders, scrambling to anchor yourself. While he pumps another load of sticky cum straight into your already packed womb.

- “Good…girl.” Panting, Clay props himself up. Blue eyes meeting yours, a hungry glint shining in them. As they sweep over your prone form, smug look on his handsome. “Good good…”

- “…mama.” Resting his hand over your stomach. Pressing lightly, rubbing soothing circles into your taunt flesh. “Taking everything, letting me stuff you like this…making you completely mine.”

- Hiccupping, fresh tears roll down your cheeks. In no way are you ready; prepared for the responsibility, for such a life altering change. But… “Clay, I-”

- Strong arms wrap around, pulling you into his warm embrace. Showering you with affection, cock still nestled inside. “You're going to be so beautiful, so cute and round. Totally helpless, dependent on me for everything. And you'll love it…love it as much as me.”

- …it makes him happy and that's all you exist for. Even if it means ruining your body with back-to-back pregnancies, throwing away your freedom. You'll do it all for him…all so you can be his forever. “Yes, I'll lo-love it. Just as much as you…h-hubby.”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen, @anakinstwinklebunny, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @beresfordsgirl, @kenmaiica, @sythethecarrot, @xx-ttamaraa, @everydaydreamer, @rafeswifeyy2

[tteokdoroki]

aali I want to bite bakugos biceps I want him to finger me send help I just want to be stupid with him bc he does all the thinking 😔

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, minors dni 18+, dumbification, praise, biting/marking, finger fucking, slight!nipple play, soft dom!bakugou, fem!reader.

crying so loud yearning for him because bakugou does everything in his power to make sure you never have to think ever again.

he likes to feel like the big strong man— like you need him to make your every choice and your every move. he likes having you lying on his chest, needy little mouth latched onto it and sucking purple bruises between his pecs (made with love) because it means you’re occupied enough for katsuki to slide his fingers past your entrance without prep — rough padded thumb on your clit drawing lazy circles before he moves ‘cause you make the cutest content little sighs when he touches you just right.

“pretty little thing, aren’t ya?” he coos, voice rough but filled with sweet-love and honey as it runs through your ears. it’s like he fills your brain with cotton, only curling his fingers against your soaked velvet walls when you gargle around his tit or pout just a little bit. “got nothin’ in that pretty head ‘cept for me, right?”

bakugou knows that he’s spoiled you way too much when you nod instead of answering with your good girl words and your manners like he taught you and your eyes are sort of blank— content but just as empty as your head while he finger fucks you the way that you like, mapping out every pleasure spot that has you shuddering and arching your ass back for more, for him to go deeper.

and he’ll moan when you sink your teeth into his peck and suck— moaning along with you cause you can’t muffle your whines the faster his fingers move, rub at your gushing gummy insides and mould you like you’re piece of clay until you’re dizzy with pleasure. “i gotcha baby, be good for me. cum f’katsuki…” the blonde purrs to you, stroking your pussy just right, whimpering into your hairline cause he’s so proud of you, so turned on watching how you force yourself to ride his fingers through your high— creaming around them, throwing your ass back down on them until they shine and they’re soaked and you’re almost done cumming. “such a good girl, my fuckin’ girl. uh-huh, you got it. ride out that high f’me, sweetness.”

and katsuki kisses away your tears, swipes a clean thumb over your teary-stained cheeks and let’s you suck his slick digits clean until you’ve calmed down — mumbling a small ‘thank you’ as you drift off on his love-bitten chest.

‘cause he loves you, and he loves spoiling his brainless little baby.

[theriverbeyond]

DEATH FIRST TO VULTURES AND SCAVENGERS

🦴 Harrow, photo editing, bones et al by me! 📸 photo and harrow robe by @trickstercheshi

took these pics like 2? months and then totally forgot to post them here! anyway Harrow currently features 122 hand sculpted bones (86 of which are in the rosary!), not counting the spares I made or the 336 resin teeth I bought & drilled for her bracelets and waist chain.

my central requirement for this cosplay is basically that every bone (except the face/ear jewlery) HAS to be made as close as possible in size and shape to an anatomically accurate human bone, because I am nothing of not committed to the inherent wonder of human anatomy. this means: no bone tits, no sizing bones up or down as convenient for aesthetics, no animal bones. I think it turned out great and I'm soooooo excited to make EVEN MORE bones for when I wear her next >:3

rigcage progress is documented on tumblr here, and under the cut are some extra ramblings & detail photos of her rosary & stole!

the rosary is based off of normal catholic rosaries, altered it to fit Ninth House aesthetics. a normal rosary has 5 sections ("Mysteries") made of 10 beads each.

MY rosary has nine (9!!) sections for the Ninthefold ressurection, with each section being made of 8 bones. specifically, each section is made of carpal bones, and there is one carpal bone per section to represent each populated House. anatomy fun fact! humans have 8 different carpal bones in the body (one set in each wrist) all of which I lovingly sculpted to attempted anatomical accuracy.

phalanges are the "separating" ("Our Father"?) beads, and the hanging centerpiece is a metacarpal articulating with 3 phalanges -- "the knuckle of your great-grandmother that represented the Rock, and the Universe, and God." (HtN p. 118).

I went back and forth on what I wanted the centerpiece to be, because "knuckle" has an original anatomical meaning (the talus bone -- of like, sheep, so not an option here per my central requirement) but it also has several colloquial meanings. I've heard "knuckle" being used to describe both the interphalangeal joints of the fingers and the metacarpalphalangeal joint as well. I actually did end up sculpting a life sized human talus bone to test how it would look as the centerpiece, but rejected it due to it simply looking very goofy due to scale and size (it was too big 😔). I also learned how to do a proper hail mary knot for this!

anyway: behold some more pics

for Harrow's stole, I was inspired by @/thatbonejunky's art here as well as @/bondibee's art here! I really wanted to lean into the religious leader aspect of her character. Harrow as not the Reverend *Daughter*, but the *Reverend* Daughter -- especially as this is, due to my own proclivities, definitely a Butch Harrow™ cosplay. The fabric is this cool celtic pattern from JoAnns and the skull is applique + hand beading! I went back and forth on if I should give her tassles on the bottom or not but honestly it came down to tassels just seeming more dramatic, and Harrow deserves this

phew ok that was a lot of rambling. all bones are made of creative paperclay, an air dry clay, and painted with basic acrylics. did you know you can find hundreds of free 3D models of bones free online on sketchfab or by searching "[bone name] 3D model". what was i saying. anyway. i love bone :)

[flowersandbigteeth]

What if there was a dance to find the (insert whatever monster) king's mate so they can produce a heir(and many more kids)

And a regular human reader attends for free food not believing they'll be picked from but turns out the king had a eye on reader the whole time

Ahhh! I adore this idea! Anything that has to do with food immediately has my support and any reader I write would be first in line at the buffet :D

Shadow King (Zintius) x female reader

Word Count: 2.5K

W: sfw monster fluff, kidnapping, some sfw forced stripping

You smoothed the pointy clay tips you’d glued to your ears to make you look like a pixie, before you slipped out of the bathroom and back into the ballroom. 

Around you Fairyfolk were gathered dressed to the nines, all covered in sequins and feathers to attract the eye of the Shadow King. No one paid any attention to you, as a human you were much too plain to compete with these otherworldly beauties. Sirens, fairies, lovely creatures you’d never even heard of before crowded the room, subtly elbowing each other in the ribs to be the first that the King laid eyes on as he descended the stairs. 

Your focus, however, was the buffet. As a human in Fairy, you were unpopular to say the least and would never be allowed in a place like this, but with a little bit of pheromone lifted off of a witch and some micah powder to make your skin glitter you’d made yourself up to pass as a pixie so you could pilfer the feast. I

t was a con you pulled often, though this was perhaps your most bold move yet. This was the King’s marriage ball. He was looking for a wife so only the richest, prettiest, and most affluent Fairyfolk in the land had gone to great expense to travel as far as the Realm of Shadow to seduce him. 

It didn’t matter that he was ten feet tall and mostly smoke and big teeth. He had power and that was beautiful. The realm of Light and the realm of Twilight feared him, declaring him their greatest enemy. He was known to be brutal and imperialistic, wanting to spread his darkness as far as the other two realms would allow. 

None of that concerned you, however. While their heads were all turned to watch the King descend the stairs, you were pulling a sack from underneath your stolen, stained ball gown and loading it full of croissants, cupcakes, and whatever else wasn’t too sticky to fit. It wasn’t the flashiest con, but you were just a human, you did what you could to get by and this one was easy. You got away every time and ate for a week if you rationed everything out. 

When you’d gotten all you could, you shoved the sack under your fluffy dress, one you’d stolen out of the trash pile of a seamstress’ shop, and blended back into the crowd. It would be suspicious if you bolted immediately, the guards were trained to watch for thieves who would do just that, so you had to stick around for at least another hour.

You’d slip out of the back, look a little drunk if anyone stopped you, find a quiet place and put on the stable boy outfit you also had hidden in your skirt and casually walk away looking like a servant carrying out the trash.  

In the meantime, your eyes drifted over the crowd, trying to figure out if you could pilfer any loose valuables while you were waiting…these rich people wouldn’t notice a few baubles missing. You didn’t even bother to look for the King, though you heard all the trumpets and fanfare announcing his arrival.

Your eye caught on a jewel encrusted fan sticking out of the back pocket of a handsome goblin. Like a cat, you honed in on your target, drifting closer and closer to the sparkling prize. 

“I throw a whole ball just for you and I can’t even catch your eye,” a rumbling voice boomed just as you raised your hand to snatch the fan. 

You whirled around, cheeks red, trying to look innocent, eyes widening as you took in the figure looming over you. The Shadow King looked down at you with six eyes glowing gold from the dark space that was his face. 

“Um…I…Um…what?” you stammered. 

A wide, white smile appeared on his face, no lips, only teeth. 

“Finally, you look at me,” he said. 

You instinctively took a step back, unsure what was happening. Was he confused? Was he teasing you? Surely this was some cruel joke because he’d caught you stealing, though you didn’t entirely understand it. 

“Come,” he said, holding out a large hand. Whirls of black smoke drifted up off of it. The whole room was looking at you with obvious hostility, so you shakily took his hand, unsure what else to do. Your heart was hammering in your chest. The one rule of conning was commit to the bit, you had to let this play out, but what was happening?

He led you to the center of the room and music began. Your mouth fell open as he put one hand on your hip and with the other he clasped your hand and you started to dance. You had no idea how to dance, so you simply stumbled over his feet. He chuckled, revealing his white teeth again and lifted you up a bit, depositing your feet on top of his. 

“Here, like this,” he said, before swinging you around the ballroom to the music. The guests blurred around you as he spun across the shiny marble floor. 

His six eyes, all with different colored irises blinked down at you with utter fascination. He remembered the first time he saw you at some silly party he’d been compelled to attend. You’d done quite a good job hiding you were human only, as he’d wandered onto the terrace to get some air, he’d looked down to see you undressing. He’d watched in fascination as you’d unloaded a sack full of food and a handful of valuables, before peeling off your dress, plucking the tips from your ears and hurriedly disguising yourself like a servant boy with some pants and a low cap. 

He’d snuck off, following you, curious about your life and where you were going. Humans were all but extinct in Fairy, the fact that you were alive at all was a bit remarkable. Hiding as a cloud of smoke in the shadows he watched you dangling your feet over the dock watching the boats on the river while you munched on your ill gotten gains.

It was impossible to keep his eyes off of your plump lips as you chewed and your pretty hands as you wiped crumbs from your cheeks. His heart had dropped when he’d watched you curl up in a barrel near where they dumped the trash, your head resting on your bag of pastries to sleep. 

After that he’d used his own disguises to move through the nobility. It would be obnoxious if the king came to every party, but transforming himself into an unassuming orc nobleman, he eagerly waited for your arrival at every flashy party in the capital. He found your disguise rather clever and the way you slipped in and out, making yourself unseen despite how beautiful you were, very impressive.

It stunned him how well you could read your marks. You followed the cadence of the room, striking just when someone was distracted with new love or jealousy. Too wrapped up in their own drama to even care that whatever they lost was missing. 

He never bothered you, afraid to disturb what seemed to be your main source of food and income. That is until he set this little trap to catch you. 

“How long I’ve waited to have you in my arms,” he purred at you. 

You blinked your eyes at him. 

“You have?” you gasped, “are…are you sure you’re not mistaking me for someone else?” 

He just shook his head, the song ending. You were aware the entire room was looking at you with a mix of disgust and envy. As the next song began and some partners filled the dance floor a plucky witch dared to shoot her shot at the King, sure she could easily pull his attention from you. You almost let out a relieved sigh when you saw her approaching. She was a perfect excuse to make your escape and pretty enough to probably succeed. 

Only when she reached you he waved her away. 

“I’m busy,” he growled before she could even open her mouth and your hope scurried away. 

“Let’s go somewhere more private, pet,” he said, scooping you up in his arms to the dismay of you and the entire room and the two of you disappeared in a puff of smoke. 

You immediately panicked when you realized where you were, struggling in his arms. They were impossibly strong for appearing to be made of nothing but black mist. He’d brought you to his bedroom. You could only assume it was his bedroom because it was the nicest one you’d ever been in. The walls were draped in glittering gold fabric and jewel encrusted weapons humming with power were mounted where they parted.

“Shhh, shhh,” he shushed you, snapping his fingers and the cold fireplace lit bathing the room in warm light. 

The sudden sparks startled you still. In the glitter of firelight the shadow king’s black skin almost seemed to have a bit of a sparkle to it. Looking down on you and smiling again with his eerie Cheshire cat smile, he plucked the clay points from your ears. 

“You don’t need to hide from me, little human,” he said, “you’re perfectly safe…but you must tell me…I’ve been dying to know your name.” 

“Maurine,” you lied and he frowned at you, his smile inverting. 

“It’s not wise to lie to  me, pet,” he growled, his six eyes narrowing and the colors in them flashing. 

“(Y/N),” you squeaked. 

His mouth flipped again, creepily and he brushed your hair. 

“There’s no reason to lie, anyway,” he assured you, depositing you into a chair in front of the fire before he crossed the room to a pitcher of water and a bowl, “whatever petty problems you may have you can rely on me to solve them.”  

Wetting a rag he returned to scrub the micah from your cheeks that was giving you the pixie-like sheen. Pinching your cheeks with his shadowy fingers, he scrubbed until every bit of your disguise was off of you. From then on, Zintius wanted you to look like yourself. You’d never have to steal for a living again. He’d stuff you full of so many pastries you were plump and round. 

You gasped, surprised as his large hand slipped up your skirt and fished around, brushing your bare thigh. His smile got brighter as he retrieved the sack of food and the other bag of supplies you carried on you, pulling them from under it. 

Your eyes widened in horror as he tossed the bag with the food in it casually into the fireplace as if it weren’t your only source of sustenance for a week. You were almost afraid he was going to toss in your meager belongings, but he only rummaged around in them for the bottle of pheromone that apparently offended him. He was sure to toss that into the fireplace as well. 

When his eyes returned to you they were laser focused on the smelly dress you’d pulled from the garbage and you started to climb over the back of the chair to escape him. He was much too fast and much too big, yanking you back down. The sound of fabric ripping filled the room as he shredded the poor thing. 

“So lovely,” he gasped in his throat as he took in your body, bathed in golden light. It was so much more than when he’d imagined it. It had been impossible to see the appealing figure you’d been hiding under the ill fitting dress and boy’s clothes. 

Folding himself down to you as you squealed and shrank back into the chair, he breathed in your sweet scent, underneath the annoying pheromone you were wearing. He was much too impatient to wait to scrub you, reminding himself to tell the maids to take the bedding immediately in the morning when he got around to giving you a bath. The sooner he never had to smell that stuff again the better. 

Scooping you up, he hurried to the bed. 

“What are you doing?!” you snarled, beating your fists against his chest, which he conveniently made smoke when you struck him so your hands slipped right through. It was not a funny joke, but he found it very amusing, smiling down at you as he climbed across the spread with you in one arm. 

“I’m going to mate you,” he explained innocently. 

You gasped, scandalized. 

“Me!? But…but…mating is forever and I’m human! The goddess doesn’t make human mates. She hates humans!” 

He snorted. 

“The Goddess long ago betrayed me,” he snarled, “She cursed me to never have a Fairy mate, but I can and will have my own. You…I can feel it…perhaps the God of man blessed me just to spite her. I’ll never stop thanking him for his kindness, delivering a human angel to me. If he wants me to spend my life crusading against her creations, I will, if it means I can keep you.” 

You’d prayed to Adam, the God of man so many nights as you’d slept near the dock, wondering if his reach stretched all the way to Fairy. Only what you’d prayed for was that a stray portal would open up and you’d be taken back to Earth where you’d learned the rest of the humans lived, not this…but Gods were a fickle, spiteful bunch and sticking it to Freya by undermining her curse sounded like just the sort of thing Adam would do. 

The Shadow King practically purred at you, his smokey fingertips drifting over your bare skin as you cowered into the pillows. 

“I can be a good lover, pet,” he promised you, “I have the power to give you whatever you like. Do you want jewels? Castles? Servants to step all over?” 

You shook your head. 

“I-I don’t need all that,” you stammered, “I-I just…” 

You weren’t sure what you were trying to say. 

His eyes narrowed on you and you saw a sliver of tooth as he smirked at you. 

“Aren’t you just a little bit curious?” he asked, “don’t you want to know what it’s like not to scrabble in the dirt as you have your whole life? I’ve seen you sleeping in the cold trash, love, you never have to sleep on anything but the finest silk in front of a warm fireplace for the rest of your life. I watched the way your eyelashes fluttered as you woke, terrified of what had found you in the dark. You never have to be afraid to close your eyes again. All you have to do is give yourself to me.” 

The simple lure of a warm, safe bed was enough to break you and you nodded slowly. Pleased, his smile stretched to opposite ends of his face in a terrifying grin, his six eyes eating up your body now that you'd given him permission and glowing fiery gold. 

“You’ll never regret this (Y/N),” he assured you, as his fingers tore the frayed undergarments you were still wearing, “I promise you.”

[akumakosuke]

I’m outta the hospital and back on my usual horny shit….

I cannot get these thoughts outta my head someone restrain me…

Look, im all for having a ‘fit’ partner.

Hard muscles, tight abs, slim waist, slender body and whatnot but sometimes i just want a big chubby teddy bear of a lover to come home to and use their thicc thighs as pillow.

I’m talkin’ ‘bout fluffy, okay? Stocky, wide hips, tummy pudge, thicc thighs, full chest and an absolute dump truck that i want parked on my fuckin’ face, i don’t give a fuck if they think I wouldn’t be able to breathe or they’re ’too heavy’!

Baby suffocate me! Glory, glory what of a hell of a way to die!

Wrap those thighs around my head, I ain’t a watermelon I ain’t gonna burst so easily!

i say watermelon because with those thighs they could crush one and the way i would sell my soul to be that watermelon.

I want to hear those pretty, little, breathy moans fall from their lips like a river of honey while I devour them like the sweetest treat in the world.

My hands gripping their full ass, moulding the soft flesh like fresh clay.

God, they would be so damn gorgeous it would drive me insane.

I would literally worship the ground they walked on!

I would make sure to make all their insecurities melt away like snow on the first day of spring, making sure they know how much i love them and their body, telling them how cute they are, how perfect they are.

Oh to sink my teeth into their pudgy stomach, leaving indentations of my teeth, marking them as mine.

Watching them squirm and writhe as i trail up their stomach, marking their full chest, wrapping my lips around their nipples, sucking like i could get milk outta them, urg!

Praising them softly while my hands grip their hips as i drill my dick into their tight heat, wrapping around my entire length and squeezing so deliciously, their walls pulsing because we’ve been at it for hours but I just can’t stop because the feeling is so addictive, so warm, so wet, so perfect.

Forcing their knees up to their chest, folding them in half after they said they could do it because their ‘too fat’ or some dumb shit like that, like respectfully shut up there’s no such thing and i refuse to them insult themselves and thing ‘fat’ is a bad thing.

Watching their body ripple as i pound into them like a wild animal because they make me lose control and I can’t help myself! It’s so mesmerising I can’t look away, I don’t want to look away, i would never look away.

Fucking every thought and insecurities outta that pretty little head of theirs if they are insecure which they shouldn’t be because they’re so beautiful, my beautiful, big baby.

AND

Just holding them from behind, wrapping my arms around their waist, delicately trailing my fingers up and down their perfect curves in front of the mirror, my face nuzzled into their neck, peppering small kisses along their soft jawline while whispering how much i love them.

3 a.m snack runs because we’re both hungry after i blew their back out, hands intertwined as they pull me along, grabbing our favourite snacks and drinks. Them still having so much energy when just an hour ago they were panting, begging for a break.

Coming home after a long day and being greeted by the biggest smile, warmest hugs and softest kisses. Cuddling in our room, them laying on their back and me laying on them with my head on their tummy, arms around their waist while they run their hands through my hair.

IN CONCLUSION i just need a chubby lover to hold me like a baby AND fuck like a beast THANK YOU.

[charnelhouse]

Thoughts on “you couldn’t care less” “oh, I could” and “once I start I can’t stop” (especially for a big guy like ghost) together or separate both wreck me

A/N: Ghost x F!Reader (Red Fox). Trauma. Mentions of torture.

She throws it at him, spits it like a feral cat. “You couldn’t care less, Simon.”

He gapes at her, blood encrusted in the folds of his suit. Corpses littering the floor. “I couldn’t care less?” he echoes, tone stained with incredulity.

As if the evidence of his care isn’t at their feet.

She turns away from him, staggers slightly to the side before righting herself. She’s wounded and she won’t let him touch her. A pretty bird with a broken wing. His fury rages anew. It builds like a brushfire, and he wants another neck to twist. They had hurt her, and they had paid the price.

“What has two legs and bleeds?” she rasped, raising finger guns and pretending to shoot. She was slumped against the cement wall, crimson spit pooling to the floor.

“Red,” he growled, stepping forward with the keys to her cell door. The relief in his voice was muddied by his fear. Irritation was always his backup. “Not the time.”

“It’s me,” she murmured, exhausted and fragile and half out of her mind. “I think they hit a lung.”

It’s whiplash. Her joking to her shutting him out? She’s galloping toward hysterics, her fingers trembling as they loosely grasp the handle of the gun he had shoved into her hand. Fox had been ambushed and taken as a hostage. It was Ghost who had run after her, not caring that Price had firmly told him no - you're compromised in this particular situation.

“I just...” Ghost begins before trailing off.

He just what? Murdered a whole room of people that he was supposed to keep alive, but they had attacked Red, and he wasn’t capable of playing nice. Not when it came to her. “They tortured you,” he offers lamely. It’s the truth. He knows all about torture. It’s the mental shit that’s the worst, being used and shoved to the bottom of the barrel until there’s no light left.

“You jeopardized the mission,” she argues as she kicks one of the guards’ heads to the side. It’s limp, a water balloon filled with clay. She stumbles again and Ghost shoots forward, arm winding around her waist to hold her steady. “They’re all gonna blame me.” She places her palm on his tac vest, spreads her fingers. “I got caught. You killed them all. Fuck." She sounds resigned and bitter.

“I did,” he replies flatly. “My decision.”

Her lip trembles, her teeth clicking in her mouth as they start to chatter. A box of jumbled bones. She’s going cold and Ghost realizes that she’s in shock and perhaps that is why she’s making zero sense.

“You couldn’t care less because-because you shouldn’t care like this,” she tries to explain. “They’re gonna say you did it for me and I was weak and caught and forced your hand-”

“I did do it for you,” he replies simply, picking her up into his arms. Price is barking something into his earpiece and Ghost knows he’s going to get hell; he may even be put on leave for what he did. “They can say whatever they want.”

“No,” she protests, pushing away from him, but she’s so frail that it barely registers. A butterfly landing on his shoulder. She chokes on a sob and starts to cry and if that doesn’t kill Ghost, he’s not sure what will.

He bites his tongue, attempting to control himself from reacting. Her frustration, her tears, distress him and if she could see the expression behind his mask, she’d understand. Of course, I bloody did it for you.

However, she needs his kindness now. She needs to bash herself against him until she can no longer hold her weight. Douse her anger. Douse her resentment at herself because surely this is about her. She's mad at him for risking his own reputation to save her life.

"Simon," she sputters, and his name plops out wet. Helpless. Her breasts hitch, her heart thumping fast - too fast.

“Hey...hey...easy there, duchess,” he soothes, dropping his brow until it’s fastened against her own. “Breathe with me. We got Evac coming.”

“But...it's not...”

“No more of that,” he hums before inhaling and exhaling at a slow, even rhythm. Her ear is firmly planted on his chest, and she curls her finger around one of the straps of his tac vest. She clings to it. Her hairline is beaded in cool sweat. Blood in the air. He swallows thickly as he feels her attempt to follow his pace. “That’s a girl. Just like that. Breathe. You’re safe.”

[lixxen]

(pulls out notes and glasses)

Here's a ton of scenes I am going to update previous chapters of my feral Branch AU with before I post the Trolls 3 portion. No particular order since I don't know where I'm going to put them yet (I'm nowhere done with Trolls 3 OR the extras chapter)

Branch grooming Poppy like a cat

Branch losing his baby teeth and his fangs come in

Branch hunting creatures

The Snack Pack full intro (emphasis on Creek)

Branch as a kid by himself in the wild

Branch figuring out plumbing and water systems

Branch forming his own writing system over the years

Branch with Satin and Chanelle

Branch interacting with trollings

Branch seeing BroZone merch within the village

Poppy and Branch hanging out Post 1, Pre World Tour (have a conversation about Creek)

Post Trolls 1, Poppy opens up about an uncle who she misses. He left the village one day almost ten to fifteen years ago. This will be Jason Schwartzman's character from the original concepts of the movie.

Bridget and Poppy scrapbooking while Branch watches. Talk about Trolls Holiday

And then here's a few scenes that will either be in an Extras Chapter or the Trolls 3 chapter

Putt Putt OC with Clay at sad book club

Viva and Clay meeting! (Viva is feral after she disappears for about three years; after putting together the putt putts. Clay is gray during this time)

JD going to the troll tree to find Branch but it's empty

Floyd and his adventure outside of the troll tree

JD and Grayer (this won't make sense right now)

And if you got this far, I want someone's genuine opinion. The parts right now are really big, 15k words each almost, and I feel like they're too long. Should I chunk them up more? Just so it's digestible. Mostly after I get the other parts done.

Idk. I'll ask the readers on AO3 but I thought I'd ask yall

[mixelation]

reborn au: actually i have no idea why i summarized context instead of just posting it

Tori was having a problem. Several problems, actually. 

“I’m not even allowed to submit a proposal without some idiot chunin co-signing,” she complained, pacing back and forth in front of Deidara. He was seated on his bed, rubbing ointment into the pink patches of his feet and legs that his medic hadn’t quite healed all the way. 

Deidara had… set a field on fire, or something, on his mission. Whatever. Kushina-sensei had gently hinted at Tori that she should go over and make sure he didn’t need help cooking or cleaning, as while Konoha hospital could fix up most things, he’d still landed himself three weeks leave with foot injuries. 

Obviously, Deidara had yelled at her and set a clay flea off in her face for even hinting he might need help. Convincing him to let her ladle the big pot of her mediocre curry soup she’d lugged over into his own tupperware had been a whole ordeal filled with yelling and a couple minor explosions. But once she had that out of way and a bunch of tupperwares in his fridge, she was taking his presence in town as an excuse to rant about her own problems in her new lab assignment.

“My new PI wants me on dish duty,” she went on, gesturing furiously with both hands. “I know every piece of research fuinjutsu better than anyone there, and I get dish duty? I wouldn’t mind cleaning my own dishes, or if everyone was cleaning dishes, but my ideas for projects just get ignored. Who cares that I’m a genin? I have more experience than any of the chunin in that lab.”

She’d complained to higher management and attempted to get reassigned, but it seemed she was being ignored. She was afraid she’d have to go through Kushina to get facetime with the Hokage. She didn’t want to play nepotism; she wanted to earn this herself. 

Deidara looked at her like she was stupid. 

“If it’s a rank problem,” he said, “then just go get promoted to chunin, yeah.”

Tori stared back at him, flummoxed. This hadn’t occurred to her. She was quite confident she could handle any task any chunin might encounter in a lab. She was reasonably certain she could perform better than some of the jounin in a lab, even, especially if she got to head her own projects. But… chunin were meant to lead missions. They had to be able to fight things, had to know some set number of jutsu, had to have all the rules and ordinances memorized. 

“Do you think I’m qualified?” Tori wondered out loud. 

She really only had a grab bag of jutsu under her belt, the product of only bothering to learn things that interested her. Her combat skills mostly revolved around hitting things with a stick, or irreversibly destroying flesh in an extremely slipshod way. It seemed like a vast overestimation that she might be qualified for a promotion. 

Deidara managed to look even more unimpressed with her. 

“What the hell do you think chunin are?” he asked. 

“Squadron leaders?” Tori tried. 

“Not the baby ones,” Deidara told her. “Anyone with two brain cells to rub together can make chunin. The only reason you’re not already promoted is that Iwa is filled with assholes, yeah.”

This seemed… wrong, somehow. She’d mostly just gotten as far as she did in the Iwa exam by relying on others. But, maybe, she could swing an internal promotion? 

Tori went and looked up the official minimum qualifications for chunin promotion. She did qualify, it seemed. Apparently you only needed the Academy three ninjutsu to make chunin, although more were recommended. And maybe she should review all these rules and internal structures she was supposed to know… 

The minimum mission requirement was also only one C-rank, which seemed too low. It also seemed like her various higher ranking missions maybe shouldn’t count. The Iwa fiasco had mostly just been her playing side-kick, up until she basically just lied through her teeth for a very stressful few hours. The Sasori fiasco wasn’t exactly a shining moment for her either. It all really depended on her being on a team with a bunch of monsters rather than her own talents, honestly. 

Oh well. It wouldn’t hurt to try, she supposed. It wasn’t like the Hokage’s office didn’t know exactly who she was and the details of her on-paper accomplishments. 

She filled out a form for promotion-by-mission and turned it in. Two days later she was called into the Hokage’s office. Minato was literally eating a sandwich while he talked to her, apparently on his lunch break. 

“Right,” Minato said, swallowing. He picked her application off a pile of papers and slid it across his desk to her. “I’m not approving this.”

“Okay,” Tori said, having expected as much. 

“Because I want you to go to the next exam,” he continued. “It’s in Kiri.”

“Oh,” Tori replied, surprised. So she’d have to prove her qualifications? Annoying. 

“I think you should aim to win the tournament,” Minato said through another mouthful of sandwich. “Make it flashy. It’ll be a good showing for Konoha.”

“Wait—” Tori started. “I’m not—”

“I’m going to okay you to reduce lab hours if you feel like you need training,” Minato continued, unperturbed by the madness he was spitting. He passed another form across the desk for her, brushing sandwich crumbs off f it. “You have six weeks. Kushina said she’d register you. Let me know if you need anything.”

He dismissed her. Tori wandered out of his office gripping her exemption paperwork in both hands. Less lab time was the opposite of what she wanted!

Deidara laughed at her when she reported what happened. There were, she noted, empty curry-stained tupperware in his sink. 

“I can’t win the tournament,” Tori bemoaned as he snickered. She was really more of a “promoted due to clever thinking” type of kunoichi. “Make it flashy? What is he thinking?”

“Probably that most genin actually just suck, yeah,” Deidara told her. “Do you think Kushina-sensei could convince him to let me go to the tournament?”

Apparently the idea of watching her fight was deeply funny to Deidara. He talked for a very long time about wanting to see her panic and melt a small child into goo in front of all their friends and family. Tori buried her face in her hands. 

“Oh, then you’d get a pay raise,” Deidara said, eyes suddenly brightening. “We could move somewhere better, yeah.”

“Deidaraaa,” she whined. 

xXx

The lab sink was already filled with dirty test tubes in the morning. The new chunin had mislabeled several samples the day before, and now the experiment was ruined, and Tori was in charge of clean-up. Tori listened to the chunin explain this, glaring at the sink. 

“So I’ll be setting it up again while you clean,” the chunin said. 

It wasn’t that Tori thought she’d never mislabel something. It was that she had enough experience to know to double-check, and if she screwed up anyway, she’d clean up her own fuck-ups. 

Plus, everyone had ignored that she’d pointed out their control for this experiment made no sense. There was a huge risk that whatever results they got, if this chunin could get it to work at all, would be totally uninterpretable. 

“Actually, I have an exemption,” Tori told the chunin. “I just came in to say I’ll be out for a while.”

She fled the lab. Kushina’s office door was always open. 

“Oh!” Kushina said when Tori knocked. “You’re getting started on training earlier than I thought. Donut?”

She had a small box of donut holes she pushed at Tori. 

“I talked it over with Minato,” Kushina said, twirling a pen in her finger as she spoke. “Basically, we think it’d be a good PR move if you sort of showed off that Konoha is basically the best at fuuinjutsu.” 

“Okay,” Tori said. She could do that, at least… probably. 

“You weren’t really flashy with it in the Iwa tournament,” Kushina continued. “So we’ll have to come up with something. Maybe you can work on giving some speeches about how your jutsu work like some weirdos do. Oh, but don’t show off you can use nonhuman chakra; we don’t want that getting out until it has to.” Kushina frowned slightly. “And I guess you shouldn’t melt any other genin. That’d be bad for international relations.”

“Okay,” Tori repeated. That just severely limited her combat capabilities. “Um, Hokage-sama told me to… win the tournament?”

She waited for Kushina to say Minato was being ridiculous. Instead she beamed and said, “Well, of course! I want my team to be three-for-three, you know!”

Kushina then made her take the rest of the box of donuts and shooed her out of the office, with a promise they’d make a training schedule. 

“It’ll only be like twice a week,” Kushina said as Tori gathered up her bag. “Don’t want to distract you from the lab!”

“But,” Tori started. She needed… more than that, if she was even going to pass, let alone win a tournament. 

“Bye!” Kushina replied. 

Tori walked out of Hokage Tower feeling completely unsure what to do. She could go… think about combat fuuinjutsu? Except, she’d moved all her materials to her desk in R&D in a bid for separate work and personal time, and she did not want to go back there right now. 

Well, she knew Deidara was in town and not doing anything. She went and asked him if he wanted to train. 

Deidara took at her in deep distrust. “Who are you and what did you do with Tori?”

“Come on,” Tori whined. “I brought you donuts.”

Deidara was walking with a slight limp, but he did accept the rest of the donut holes and then shuffled out the door.

“We can use my grounds, yeah,” he said, still sounding suspicious that she wanted to train at all. 

Deidara had his own assigned training ground, out in a field away from anything else. It was filled with half-made sculptures covered in tarp that Tori had decorated in fuuinjutsu herself, to reduce the chance of random explosions. 

The field was also completely riddled with potholes, blown into the ground by Deidara’s various experiments. Deidara wasn’t exactly quick on his feet right now, but he did spend the rest of the morning attempting to shove Tori into various holes and then close them over her, making fun of her the entire time. 

So probably she was improving at… something. Getting out of death traps, maybe.

[tea-and-secrets]

cw eating/food mention

idk if i have pica or what but there are soem TASTY nonedible things. well not exactly nonedible but. dont-eat-that-gross things. and i cant tell ANYONE bc i know my family would make me stop and my friends would teast me RELENTLESSLYYYY

sand? immaculate texuture. the sound of the sand crunching between my teeth is SO good. must be terrible for my enamel but idc

paper is a huge one. like diy gum that lasts maybe a minute and has no flavor. so no different from a juicyfruit gum or something. the longer its been sitting in the sun the better

YOUNG TREE BRANCHES. i like stripping the bark off and gnawing on the soft wet inner bark (the bit between the bark and the wood). id never actually swallow it but its so fun to just chew on UNUSED CLEAN cat litter. ohhhh my god this one. THIS ONE. i specifically buy the big tubs of cat litter instead of the box/jug so i can reach a hand in and get some. its like the texture i expect/want clay to be (bc clay just gets all wet and soggy when i eat it.. no fun i want the crunch) flour is so good. only eat a pinch at a time otherwise you invoke the pharaoh's curse but its so SO good. getting it out from between my cheek and my gums is the best part

couch syrup is a strong craving but i never drink it because duh. i have self control on this one thing. same w mouthwash. mint gums and cherry candies and etc can only go so far, i want the Texture and the aftertaste too

anyways. theres more but i dont feel like listing them. like and subscribe for part 2 (should i claim an emoji incase i do say more? sure. im 🍽️📃, aka 'plated paper' anon. haiii)

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[mysticalmallard]

Muffin Dragon and Blue Bunny

Description: In this scenario Katherine is 7 years old she is staying at Bobby's for a night so her parents can have some "couple" time. Her brother Jax couldn't do it as he was away on a run visiting Jury and the devils tribe. Bobby diecides to enertain her by teaching her how to bake, normal no weed, muffins.

Word Count: 3,808

Warnings ⚠️: None..well some emotional damage.

Taglist: @arkytiorlecter @aimkatsz @ravennaortiz @darqchilddaydreamz

♥︎ MainMasterlist ♥︎

As Katherine enters Bobby's house, he warmly greets her with a big smile. "Hey there, kiddo! Excited to stay over tonight?" He crouches down to her level and ruffles her hair. Knowing her parents were wanting some alone time, Bobby had agreed to look after her for the night.

"Thanks again for having her tonight, Gem has been on my ass about spending more time alone together" Clay thanks Bobby at the door.

"Hey, no problem man. Happy to help out." Bobby responds with a friendly grin, placing a hand on Clay's shoulder. "You two deserve a night off. I'll take good care of her."

"Right well here's her bag everything she needs is in there. A change of clothes, pyjamas, tooth brush and just about all the stuffed animals Kat could squeeze in here, shes good at getting ready and going to bed on her own, you'd just need to make sure she brushes her teeth, she says she will do it, but check alright?"

Bobby chuckles softly, taking the bag from Clay. "Don't worry, I've got this. I know how to handle a kid. We'll have a blast together." He glances down at Katherine, winking playfully. "And don't worry, I'll make sure she brushes her teeth. Wouldn't want the little sweetheart waking up with a mouth full of candy fairies."

"Candy fairies?? What's that?" Katherine tilts her head up to Bobby her hands still clutching onto her dads.

Bobby grins, ruffling Katherine's hair again. "Ah, the candy fairies are mischievous creatures that only come out at night. They love to play tricks on kids like you who forget to brush their teeth. They'll swap your normal teeth for sweet, sugary ones while you're asleep. Trust me, you don't want to wake up with a mouth full of chocolate teeth, do you?"

"Daddy, please don't let the candy fairies take my teeth," Katherine says, staring up at her father, her eyes full of fear.

Clay looks at Bobby while crouching down to Katherine’s level, annoyed. "Thanks man, good job"

Bobby grins sheepishly, realizing he may have gone too far with his playful anecdote. "Ah, I'm just messing with ya, kid. The candy fairies aren't real, I promise."

He shoots an apologetic look at Clay, silently mouthing, "Sorry."

"Daddy I wanna go home where the candy fairies can't get me!!" Her eyes watering genuinely scared that fairies will take her teeth.

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down, sweetheart." Clay says gently, to console his upset daughter. He pulls Katherine into a hug, holding her close. "The candy fairies are just a silly story. They're not real. Daddy would never let any fairy take your teeth. You're safe, okay?" Clay says with certainty.

Bobby interjects apologetically, kneeling down next to them. "Yeah, that was my bad kiddo. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just being silly." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "There are no candy fairies coming for your teeth tonight. You're safe with me, promise."

Katherine looks to her Dad for confirmation. Clay nods reassuringly, rubbing his daughter's back. "Listen to Bobby, sweetheart. He's telling the truth. There are no candy fairies, so you can relax and have a good time here tonight, okay?"

"Okay...but if they DO come you'll save me right? You wouldn't let them?" She says very seriously

Clay chuckles softly, finding her genuine concern cute."Oh, absolutely. If any candy fairies dare to show their faces here, I'll personally kick their butts. They won't stand a chance against me protecting my little princess."

Bobby grins, joining in with the playful reassurance. "And if they manage to sneak past your dad, I'll join him on the front line. We'll form an unbeatable team against those pesky candy fairies. You're safe with me, kiddo."

"O-okay..." she relents

"Atta girl now give me one last hug before I go." When she hugs her dad he picks her up and spins wanting her to laugh before he leaves.

Katherine giggles as her dad spins her around, her tiny hands clinging to his shoulders. Clay grins and sets her down, giving her one last squeeze.

"Alright sweetheart, behave for Bobby and do what he says, okay? me or your mom will come and pick you up tomorrow at lunchtime"

"No worries man. I'll take good care of her," Bobby reassures Clay. He pats the top of Katherine's head affectionately. "She'll be perfectly safe and have a great time with me while you enjoy some peace and quiet with your old lady."

Clay nods, looking at his daughter with a hint of lingering worry. "Thanks again, man. I knew I could count on you." He ruffles Katherine's hair one last time before heading back to the car. "See you later, kiddo. Sleep tight."

Katherine waves goodbye to her dad as he leaves not stopping until the car is out of sight. Bobby closes the door and turns back to Katherine, a warm smile on his face. "Well kiddo, it's just you and me now. Got any ideas on what we should do first?"

Katherine looks at Bobby for a moment before her eyes widen in excitement. "Can we bake something?! Jaxie says your good at making muffins and you must be really good cause when he eats them he get all giggly and smiley, but he never lets me try one...which isnt fair because he always takes one of the cookies mom makes me" she looking up at him innocently with a small frown on her face not understanding why she wasn't allowed to eat of Bobby's "special" muffins.

Bobby raises his eyebrows in surprise at her mentioning his weed muffins he makes for the club from time to time. He grins and nods. "Sure thing, kiddo. Baking it is. But we're making normal muffins, not the special kind your brothers talking about, alright? Your parents wouldn't be too happy about that."

Katherine pouts for a moment, looking slightly disappointed. "Aww, but Jaxie said you make the best muffins. Can I PLEASE have a special muffin? I promise I won't tell mom or daddy."

Bobby chuckles at her eagerness but shakes his head firmly. "Sorry darlin', but those special muffins aren't for kiddos like you. They're for grown-ups, okay? Let's stick to the regular ones, and hey, you might even find these ones to be pretty darn delicious too."

Katherine huffs slightly, clearly disappointed that she won't be able to taste the special muffins. But she quickly perks up, intrigued by the prospect of regular muffins. "Okay, okay. I guess regular muffins will do. But you better make them super yummy!"

Bobby grins, amused by her enthusiasm. "Don't you worry, darlin'. I'll whip up the tastiest kid safe muffins you've ever had. Trust me, by the time we're done, you'll forget all about those special ones your brother's been boasting about."

"Yayy!!" Katherine cheers, her disappointment quickly turning into excitement. "Let's start baking, please? I wanna help!" She looks up at him with big, innocent eyes, clearly eager to get her hands dirty.

Bobby chuckles, unable to resist her eagerness. "Of course sweetheart. You can be my little baking assistant. Let's find all of the ingredients first and get started."

*time skip*

Bobby chuckles as he looks around the flour-covered kitchen. "Looks like we've made quite the mess, huh? At least you're enjoying those blueberries, darlin'."

He glances at the oven, checking on the baking muffins. "Shouldn't be too much longer now before they're ready."

Katherine grins, blueberry juice staining the corners of her lips. "Mmm...these blueberries are so yummy! Can we put some on top of the muffins too?"

She swings her legs back and forth, her feet occasionally kicking against the cabinets below.

Bobby smiles at her blueberry stained face. "Sure thing, kiddo. We can add some blueberries to the top if you want. It'll make them extra pretty and tasty."

He grins as her feet kick against the cabinets. "Careful there, princess. You might end up denting my cabinets with those little kicks of yours."

"Sorry Bobby," she stops swinging her legs against the cabinets, opting to knock her shoes together instead.

Bobby, appreciating her attempt to cause less damage. "No worries, darlin'. Just trying to keep my cabinets in one piece, you know?"

He walks over to the oven, checking on the muffins again. "Looks like they're almost done. Just a few more minutes, and then we'll have some delicious, blueberry-topped muffins to enjoy. Why dont you go wash up and get into your pyjamas and by the time your done they will be cooked and cooled down enough to decorate, we'd just got to be careful not to make a mess of your clothes this time okay?"

"Okay!" Katherine hops off the counter, dusting off some flour from her clothes. "I'll go change, and I'll be really careful not to make a mess, I promise!"

She scurries off to the bathroom to wash up and change into her nightclothes.

Bobby chuckles as he watches her run off. "And don't forget to wash your face. You got blueberry juice all over it.

He turns his attention back to the messy kitchen and the almost finished muffins, keeping a watchful eye on them as he quickly cleans up and gets the icing ready.

After a few minutes, Katherine bounds back into the kitchen, now dressed in her soft, cozy pyjamas and her face clean. "I'm all ready! Are the muffins done yet? Can we decorate them now?"

Bobby smiles as she enters the kitchen, looking all cozy and ready for bed. "Perfect timing, darlin'. The muffins are just about cool enough now."

He gestures to the muffins, now sitting on a cooling rack. "Take a look, they turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself. And yes, we can start decorating them now."

Katherine's eyes widen as she looks at the cooled muffins. "They look so yummy! Can I put the icing and the blueberries on them, please? Can I? Please, please, please?" She bounces up and down in excitement, her eyes pleading with Bobby.

Bobby laughs, enjoying her enthusiasm. "Slow down, there. Of course you can help decorate, darlin'. You're my little baking assistant, after all."

He hands her the rest of the blueberries. "Here, ill spread a little icing on top then you can put the blueberries on."

"Yay!" Katherine exclaims, grabbing the blueberries excitedly.

With a grin on her face, she watches carefully as Bobby spreads the icing onto the top of the muffins. Then, with the greatest care, she starts placing the blueberries on top. She makes sure each muffin gets an equal amount.

Bobby watches as she carefully places the blueberries on the muffins. "Slow and steady, kiddo. You're doing a great job."

He can't help but smile at her focused expression, her tongue sticking out slightly as she concentrates on making each muffin look perfect.

"I'm doing a good job, huh?" Katherine looks up at Bobby for validation, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

She takes a step back to examine her work, admiring the array of blueberry-topped muffins. "I think they look really pretty, don't you think?"

Bobby nods in agreement, examining the decorative muffins. "You did a fantastic job, darlin'. They look almost too good to eat. Almost."

He chuckles, patting her hair gently. "You've got a real talent for decorating, kiddo."

"Thanks!" Katherine exclaims, her face lighting up at the praise.

"I'm glad you like them! Can we taste them now? I'm so excited to try them. I bet they're delicious!" She bounces up and down in a mixture of excitement and impatience, eager to taste their creation.

Bobby glances at the clock, noting that it is close to approaching her bedtime.

"I'm not sure your parents would be to happy about giving you sugar this close to your bed time" he says scratching the back of his neck....when he looks back at her her face now fallen her little heart broken at not getting to taste the muffins immediately...he hated that look ". .but I'll tell you what we can split one, after all proper bakers have to try their own creations when they're fresh...it's like a rule or something."

Katherine's disappointment quickly turns into a grin as Bobby suggests they split a muffin, using the excuse of it being a rule for bakers.

She giggles, her mood brightening instantly. "Okay, Bobby! We can follow the baker rules. A little taste won't hurt, right?"

"Not at all...but just to be safe best not mention it to your mom right away"

Katherine has a devious glint in her eyes. "Don't worry, I won't tell mom. It can be our little secret."

She hops on the counter again, eagerly looking at the muffins, her mouth watering. "So which one do we get to try first?"

Bobby grins, enjoying the little conspiratorial moment they were sharing. "You get to pick which one we try first, darlin'. Which muffin do you think looks the tastiest?"

Katherine ponders for a moment, studying each muffin carefully. Then, she points to one that has an extra generous helping of blueberries on top.

"That one! It has the most blueberries. I bet it'll be extra yummy!" she says, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Bobby smiles, noticing her keen eye for the muffin with the most blueberries. "Ah, the one with the blueberry overload. A fine choice, kiddo. Let's give that a go."

He carefully plucks the chosen muffin from the rack and splits it in two, handing one half to Katherine on a plate while he just grabs his half in his hand.

"Be careful not to get any on your jammies, wouldn't wanna get any crumbs in your bed, not comfy at all" he shakes his head.

Katherine accepts her half of the muffin with glee, her hands already itching to take a bite. "I'll be careful, I promise!"

She looks at the muffin for a moment, admiring the blueberry-studded goodness before taking a big bite. Her eyes light up as the sweetness hits her tongue.

"Mmm...it's delicious!" she exclaims, her mouth still half full of muffin. Bobby grins as he watches her devour the muffin, her face expressing pure joy and deliciousness.

He chuckles as she talks with her mouth full, trying to hold back from laughing. "Slow down there, kiddo. Don't wanna choke on that muffin. Chew and swallow before you talk, alright?"

Katherine swallows her mouthful of muffin and nods, sheepishly. "Sorry, I got a little too excited. It just tastes so good!"

She takes a smaller bite this time, savouring the flavour and making sure to chew properly.

Bobby grins, glad that she's taking smaller bites now. "That's better, darlin'. No need to rush. Just enjoy it."

He takes a bite of his half of the muffin, enjoying the taste himself. "Can't say I disagree with you though, they taste pretty darn good."

Katherine takes another bite of her muffin, closing her eyes in pure bliss. "This is the best muffin I've ever had," she declares, her cheeks puffed out from the muffin inside her mouth.

She looks up at Bobby, her eyes sparkling. "Can i take some home so mommy and daddy can try?...but not Jax he's not allowed MY special muffins"

Bobby thinks her incorrect use of "special muffins" is adorable.

Bobby chuckles at her request and her claim of the muffins being her own. "Sure darlin', you can take some home for your mom and dad. I think they'd enjoy them."

He grins mischievously at her comment about Jax not being allowed any.

Katherine's smile widens at Bobby's agreement, but her expression quickly turns serious as she adds, "And you promise you won't give any to Jax? I want these muffins to be for mommy, daddy, and me only. Jax never shares his special muffins. Can you promise me that, Bobby? Please?"

Bobby holds up his hands in surrender, a playful smile on his face. "Alright, alright, I promise. Jax won't get any of these special muffins. They're all yours, your mom's, and your dad's. Consider them protected from any thieving Jax fingers."

"Yeah!" Katherine pumps her fist in the air, her determination clear. "These muffins are ours, and Jax can't have any."

She takes her last bite of her half of the muffin, her focus back on the tastiness at hand.

Bobby laughs, admiring her passion and possessiveness over the muffins. "You're very serious about this muffin situation. Never knew you had such a strong claim on them, darlin'."

He takes his final bite and looks down at her, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You sure you're not secretly a muffin dragon, protecting your treasure trove?"

Katherine grins, her imagination sparking at the idea of being a muffin-guarding dragon. "Maybe I am!" she declares playfully. "These muffins are my treasure, and I'll defend them like you, daddy, Jax and the rest of the club protect the town."

Bobby grins, loving her innocent and imaginative take. "Is that right? Well, I can see the resemblance. You've got that fierce protective fire in you for these tasty treats."

Katherine giggles, her imagination running wild. "Yeah! And if Jax even tries to come near my muffins, I'll transform into a fire-breathing dragon and chase him off!" she declares, miming breathing fire with her hands and mouth.

Bobby laughs heartily, unable to contain his amusement at her dramatic display. "Well, I wouldn't wanna be on the receiving end of your fire-breathing powers. That's for sure. Jax should probably stay away from your muffin stash, for his own good."

"uhuh...*yawn*...you'll help me right...*yawn*...you'd stop Jaxie too?" She says tiredly, the exciting afternoon events catching up with her.

Bobby nods, a warm smile on his face as he notes her tired expression. "Of course, darlin'. I'll be your muffin guardian too. No one, not even Jax, is stealing your special stash. You have my word on that."

He gently moves her hair out of her face, noticing her tired state. "Looks like it's nearing your bedtime."

"Aww...but I'm not..*yawns*..sleepy" she tries to protest.

Bobby chuckles softly, seeing right through her sleepy pout. "Uh huh, sure you're not.

He scoops her up gently, settling her against his chest. "Time to get you tucked into bed, darlin'. little dragons need their rest too."

Bobby cradles her gently, a tenderness in his actions as he carries her towards his spare bedroom.

She wraps her arms around his neck, clinging to him like a sleepy koala, too tired to argue further. "Mmm...Okay..." she mumbles, her eyelids already drooping.

When he makes it to the room he sees she has already arranged all her plush toys on the bed.

Bobby chuckles as he sees the array of plush toys on the bed, each one neatly arranged like a fluffy army. "Looks like your entire stuffed animal kingdom is attending the slumber party tonight," he remarks, gently placing her on the bed.

Katherine nods sleepily, reaching for a fluffy blue bunny and clutching it tightly to her chest. "Yep, Daddy says they watch you when you sleep to keep you safe, he got me lots."

Bobby grins, finding her innocence endearing. "Well, I feel safer already with all these watchful eyes."

He tucks her in, pulling the covers up to her chin. "You've got quite the protective plushie squad here, huh?"

"Mhm this ones the most special tho" she says holding up the blue bunny for him to see "Daddy won it for me at the fair, he was the last one left..*yawns* I wanted to win him so he wasn't alone anymore but I couldn't do it...*yawns"...Daddy tried all day and used up all his tickets....he had to buy more....and he won it for me..said its my job to look after him" she recalls her eyes fighting to stay open.

Bobby's heart warms at her story, the thought of Clay Morrow going through so much trouble to win the bunny for Katherine tugging at his heartstrings.

He brushes a strand of hair from her face and smiled softly. "That's quite a special bunny you got there, darlin'. He's lucky to have you looking after him."

Katherine nods, her voice growing more drowsy but her grip on the bunny tighter.

She stifles another yawn, her eyes fighting to stay open. "...Bobby?" she mumbles, looking up at him with heavy eyelids.

Bobby sits on the edge of the bed, his gentle gaze fixed on her. "Yeah, darlin'? What is it?"

"Maybe when we go to the fair next....you could come...and daddy could get you your own special bunny"

Bobby is caught off guard by her suggestion and the thoughtfulness behind it. He chuckles, the idea of his hardened biker self carrying around a stuffed bunny quite humorous.

"Oh, really? You think I need a special bunny too, huh?" he grins, trying not to let his heart melt any further.

"Mhmm...Mommy says you have a daughter but she doesn't live here with you anymore....but if you have a bunny...you wouldn't be on your own"

Bobby is taken aback by her innocent yet astute observation. He's so used to gruff club life that the thought of this little girl noticing his loneliness and wanting to help warms his heart.

He smiles softly, running his fingers through her hair. "You're quite the little perceptive one, aren't you? And your idea of me having a fluffy companion does have a certain charm to it, I must admit."

"You can borrow my bunny if you want...until daddy wins you your own"

Bobby's heart swells with affection for her generosity. "That's very sweet of you, darlin'. A loaner bunny for me. But I don't want to take your special bunny away from you...and I'm not sure how well he'll fit in at the clubhouse."

He chuckles, imagining the reactions of his club brothers seeing him with a stuffed bunny.

Katherine giggles softly, her eyes starting to close. "Mmm...it's okay, I'll share him...for now."

She holds out the bunny, offering it to him.

"Here, you can hold him for tonight...he'll keep you safe..promise"

Bobby takes the bunny from her, surprised at how soft and well-loved it feels in his hands. He looks down at the bunny's little black eyes, then back at Katherine, who is struggling to stay awake.

"Well, I can't refuse such a heartfelt offer, can I?" he murmurs, holding the bunny against his chest. "Thank you, darlin'."

Katherine smiles, satisfied with his agreement. She cuddles deeper into her pillow. "You're welcome...nighty night" she mumbles, her eyelids finally fluttering shut.

Bobby watches as she drifts into slumber, the peacefulness of the moment settling over him. He looks down at the bunny in his lap, a strange mix of emotions stirring in him.

He was, cradling this cute little toy because a young girl wanted him to feel less lonely.

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TO READ MORE ABOUT KATHERINE MORROW AND HER TIME WITH THE CLUB CLICK HERE

[pathetichimbos]

What kinds of decorations do you think Thomas has in his room? Is he pretty goblincore with handmade animal skin trinkets and various pretty things stolen off visitors? Or does he keep it classic and relatively bare?

Hmmm, I've always headcanoned he keeps a blank and empty room, but I know he enjoys making things... So, let's talk about it!

I think Thomas enjoys making things like jewelery with things he finds interesting, like various nature related things he's found outside, or even cool looking teeth or something off a victim, and of course a claw or something from an animal

It's not exactly a relaxing process but he's gotten really good with working with the jewelery over the years and it gives him something to focus on, and when he's wearing something he's made it gives him a way to stim and provides comfort when he's overwhelmed with something, so he makes the jewelry really strong so he can pull on it, maybe lightly snap it against his wrist, or just rub the charms between his fingers. Though, this habit died down a lot as he got older thanks to Hoyt and Montys unfriendly teasing.

He'll make other similar things from time to time, like wind chimes or sunlight catchers, using things like (again) bones, or sticks that make a certain noise he really likes when they clonk together, pieces of glass from a busted window in the barn, or light catching jewelery or anything of the sort off a victim.

I also think he'd enjoy working with clay. I like to take from the original movie and assume there's a lake nearby the Hewitt household that Thomas used to skip school (when he first went) to go play at as a kid, when no one else was around. He used to dig clay out of lake shore and make little sculptures to leave in the sun and dry. He still goes to the day, but it's harder to do since he has such a big responsibility in the household, but when he manages to sneak off he'll enjoy trying to make something again.

As for keeping things from the victims, I think Hoyt generally has first grab rules that Thomas doesn't try to fight against, and he gives his mother any particularly pretty jewelery he thinks she'd like. After that, it's free game, though there's not much left usually, so that's why he works with the actual body so much more.

But, at the end of the day, where's all this stuff go? You've been in Thomas' room, there's just a bed and a dresser, even the mirror is covered with a sheet. No trinkets, no decorations, nothing.

You've seen him make a few things, on one of the occasions you were sent down to fetch him by Luda Mae, and he's even given you a couple of the trinkets himself.

You'll see them in the house, scattered around. An unidentifiable clay figure, sitting on the shelf with family pictures. A handmade bracelet in the bowl kept by the door. A light catcher swinging around in the kitchen window, even a few he really liked kept in the basement at his crafting station, but never any in Thomas' room.

But, you can find them. If you start showing extra interest in his makings, asking to watch him work, lighting up like a Christmas tree when he gives you something, you can find them.

You'll be laying on the couch with him, your legs thrown over his lap as you lay out, his hand in your own lap as you tug and stim with his bracelet as the two of you watch the old black and white TV across the room, and you'll mention how nice the bracelet is, and how you wish you had one of your own.

You didn't really mean much by the comment, just sort of lazily mentioned it as you zoned out watch the cartoons you had found, but suddenly Thomas is standing up, one arm under your knees and the other cradling your back as he lifts you with ease.

He carries you up the stairs, and you're caught a little off guard when he takes you to the bedroom the two of you have been sharing.

It wasn't uncommon for him to simply grab your hand and pull you places when he needed or wanted something, since he couldn't exactly tell you directly, but it wasn't often he carried you like this.

He'll set you on the bed after shutting the door, and hesitant for a moment, before pulling a small wooden box from his closet and showing you.

When he opens it, it's filled with a lot of things he made over the years, things he couldn't part with but couldn't find anything to do with. Several bracelets are inside, all with different kind of textures and things, and he insists you pick your favorite and keep it.

You can't help but notice several things you really like, though, and you ask him if you can keep them out and put them on the dresser.

His immediate answer is no, after all, men aren't supposed to make things and fill their room with such pretty and happy things, right? That's too childish, that's too girly, and that's exactly what he hears for years from his uncles.

You're persistent though, after all, *you* were the one that wanted them out, if they had such a problem with it they could take it up with you, and after living there so long you had built up a thick skin to the two men, something that Thomas admired and worried over often.

So, in the end, I think Thomas would love to decorate his room with all the pretty rocks he finds and trinkets he makes, but he won't really do it unless he's given that push, because Hoyt and Monty are old school, even for the 70s, and Thomas would rather comply than deal with their relentless bullying.

Thanks for sending in the ask!!!

[mongoosefangs]

Fursuit Camp 2024: Introduction

Hey, welcome to Fursuit Camp '24! If you're here, hopefully you're ready to follow along and make a suit at home- or maybe you just want to watch? Either way, before we dive in to the process, let's talk a little about what kind of fursuit we're going to be making!

First and foremost- there is no right or wrong way to make a fursuit.

There are countless styles, materials, and methods, and any number of reasons why you might prefer one over another. I've been making these things for a little under a decade; there are resources available now I never would have imagined seven or eight years ago, and who knows what tomorrow will bring? There are some insanely innovative people out there creating fursuits. There are also folks who do this for an entire living wage. I'm just a hobbyist, and I'm not here to tell you this is the one true correct way to make a fursuit. This is just how I do it!

The process I'm going to show you is a partial fursuit (head, handpaws, and tail) built on an upholstery foam base with a (non-moving) static jaw and (flat) 2D eyes. I'll be making teeth and claws out of polymer clay. The entire thing will be hand sewn.

Not that there's anything wrong with them- but if you're interested in plastic or resin heads, moving jaws, 3D following eyes, how to use a sewing machine, or anything else not listed here, this may not be the build for you!

It's not the most high tech, but it works pretty well for me. And hopefully it will work well for you too- especially if you are limited on funds, equipment, or working space. I'm aiming this demonstration to be as beginner-friendly as possible with no huge startup costs. If you already own a pair of scissors and a hot glue gun, great, there's two out of three major tools taken care of.

Except for maybe the fur fabric itself, ideally you can find most of the stuff you'll need at your local Wally World, craft store, and/or dollar store. I'm also a big fan of thrifted materials wherever possible. You might need to be a little more resourceful if you're not in the US, I can't speak for the supply chain everywhere, but hopefully nothing on the shopping list will be too hard to find. You can probably expect to spend about $200 USD on this project as presented, though a lot will depend on your individual choices. Fur might be the only major expense. And heck, you might not even use fur! But we'll get to that in a few days with our first instruction post :)

Next time, Fursuit Camp '24 starts proper!

[unexpectedbrickattack]

What do you think is the huggability score of our main characters + Brick out of 10?

Putting this under a readmore bc this is some EXTREME Research happening here

Peppino: 6/10. Hes short and hes fat and warm and soft so theoretically he SHOULD be a solid 10/10. But he sweats easily and i think physical contact would make him explode so hes shakes like a leaf the entire time. He will not return the hug well but he WILL make an attempt. If you catch him at a good time, hes got the perfect hugs. But maybe bring a napkin or two.

Pepperman: 1/10. Hes too gotdam big. He would love to be able to hug properly but hes very. Wide. And if he does manage to hug you properly, you will end up directly inbetween his eyes and unnervingly close to his teeth. This is also assuming he Wants to hug people; hes got better things to do. Like sculpt and draw and do rich people things like vacationing on a yacht or gaslighting poor people. (The actual pepperman portrait for the boss fight is very cute looking and i give that a 7/10 just bc i can. Hes got a lil painters apron; the whole fit makes him look huggable)

Vigilante: 3/10. It depends on your tolerance for odd textures. Hes just cheese. Hes cheese! Hes a bit sticky; he never leaves residue but the stickiness can be a bit offputting. Hes remarkably dense, so hugging him would be like hugging a memory foam mattress; wonderful pressure pushing against u but again. The texture… He would be a good weighted blanket; thats not a hug but do what you will with this information

The Noise: 7/10. He is small 🥺 Assuming the hug is earnest and Not a ploy to lower your guard, you are just hugging a Small Person. And we (small people) give the best hugs you can possibly have. But only if you let us hug around ur neck and not the midsection; he (we) cant wrap our arms around that. Points deducted bc the noise is just a menace and hed use a hug as an opportunity to chuck a potion of Explode Your House and then ur house Explodes.

Fake Peppino: 10/10. He can change shape and density at will; whatever you look for in a hug, he can do it. Light? Hes as delicate as a flower. Tight? Coiled like a snake. Dont like the goopy texture? For the time it takes to make this hug happen; the texture is Gone. This man Loves Hugs and with practice, has learned to give the Best hugs. As long as u dont mind his face and the odd way his skin seems to warp and bend in front of you.

Pizzahead: 2/10. TECHNICALLY capable of good hugs. Tall, long arms, friendly disposition. Massive point reduction bc hes doing one armed hugs to try and befriend you so he can sell you on this pyramid scheme he just Knows ur going to knock right out of the ballpark. Weaponized Hugs. Put him in Jail.

Gustavo: 9/10. Hes a gnome. Hes hairy and short and he always ALWAYS goes for the arms around the neck bc hes like 3’ tall. He is strong and so all hugs are tighter than you expect them to be and that can be good or bad depending on ur preference. He is also Small and Compact so hes very warm :) Solid hugs :)

Brick: 5/10. VERY pet-able!!! Imagine a rat but just Big. Hes SOFT and hes got Luscious Fur and wonderful little rat hands. But hugs are either 10/10 (rat owners dream) or 1/10 (texture hell). Hugs can be suffocating. Brick does Typical Rat Movements which includes snuffling your head very rapidly. Whiskers tickle. Rat Hands tickle. Brick MAY nibble at your head (beware). You wont be able to wrap your arms around this beast which may be a dealbreaker to some. But assume that this rat both Loves and Craves little huggles, so he is always an eager hugger :)

Noisette: 10/10. All the positives of Noise but without possible mischievous intent. She may fall asleep in your arms since she will be forced to stay still for longer than 2 seconds. Its endearing though.

Gerome: 7/10. Hes like Clay to me, like a block of playdoh. Tough enough to keep his shape, but soft enough that it doesnt Hurt to hug him. Hes not very soft or comfortable BUT hes got Intent behind his hugs. Hed only hug someone if they needed to be comforted and hes Very good at that. Very solid and grounding hugs if youre willing to hug a Block.

Snotty: 3/10. Smelly. So fucking smelly. Ranked higher than Pizzahead just to spite that twink.

[zents-girl]

Shuri's Fashion Part 1

Compiling all of Shuri's outfits because I love her character and all the work Ruth Carter (Costume Designer for Black Panther and Black Panther Wakanda Forever) put into them.

"With Shuri, we wanted to show designs that feel young and vibrant. I really wanted her to have vibrancy and freshness, and pop colors." -Carter

“You meet her and she’s not interested in being in anything traditional. So we didn’t give her any beads, any kente cloth, nothing like that. All of her materials have a vibe of being eco-friendly and forward-thinking.” -Carter

The very first outfit we see Shuri in:

Cropped top and mini skirt. Something we'll see is a pattern for her.

"And then you have Shuri who is wearing an Adinkra symbol. This Adinkra symbol means purpose, and she certainly has a purpose in Wakanda." -Carter

Specifically it is the Wawa Aba symbol meaning "seed of the Wawa tree" This seed is known for its hardness. So Wawa Aba also symbolizes hardness, strength, toughness, endurance, durability, and so on.

The second outfit is the Traditional grab worn at Warrior Falls

The corset is inspired by the Dinka tribe, with clay beads and a long spear at the back. The combination was so uncomfortable for Letitia Wright to wear, it lead to the "This corset is really uncomfortable..." line.

The jaw piece is made of Shark teeth

Next is her white lab dress. She's finally back in something she created for herself. And of course, if it ain't a cropped top with a mini skirt. It's a mini-dress. 🤣 “I decided that the overlay would a type of material that is protective, cool and fun. I felt like it should look like it was made from recyclable fabric or recyclable materials. The first dress we see Shuri wear is a white dress with a mesh overlay. Overlays look like they are protecting the fabric that’s underneath, or they create a story of their own, so most of her costumes have these protective layers."

“I was faced with the challenge of the ‘lab coat’ and I felt like it was so cliché,” said Carter. “Any time someone says, ‘We’re in the lab,’ people go, ‘Well, get the lab coat!’” Instead, Carter fashioned this strapless dress and gave it a mesh overlay that subtly suggests a lab coat and also feels like something that Shuri would have invented herself.

But Carter says the shape of her clothing still holds meaning. "Her first dress is a white dress and we created the front of it to be this cylindrical round shape — and I was trying to connect shapes within Wakanda so you see them repeat. It's the language of Wakanda."

“It was a big challenge for me to come up with a wearable lab outfit that would fit the character of Shuri. She’s the young designer genius of the Wakandan Design Group and she’s very forward-thinking, so I don’t see her wearing a standard lab coat." -Carter

Next up, her lab outfit during the Korean car chase scene

Another ding for cropped tops and mini skirts

Next the "Broken White Boy" scene. Another mini-dress with an overlay.

For the next few scenes, Shuri is wearing an orange jumpsuit with stitching meant to resemble a panther face.

Shuri on the way to the Jabari tribe and sneaking into her lab wearing Basotho blankets 

And finally we get to Shuri's battle outfit

It will never not be funny to me that Shuri had to stop to put on makeup before she entered the battlefield. And she didn't just stop at the warrior dots. She had to add eye shadow, lipstick, and put her braids in an updo. An absolute Queen.

Final scene before end credits and another ding for mini-skirts

And her final outfit where she's given a more 'mature' look. Unfortunately we don't get a very good look at the full ensemble.

All in all, Shuri's fashion seems to favor, short dresses and skirts; Mesh and see through overlays for lab protection; Clothing she makes for her self out of recyclable materials; and a preference for white and orange colors. And of course, a majority of her footwear favors SNEAKers. 🤣

And that was just BP1 😩 The next few posts might need to get broken into more parts.

[heard-nsfw-is-back]

part 2. I think this is the first time I've actually written a part 2 to anything I wrote lol.

Literally how do I keep reaching the character limit???

"Uh eyeshadow and fishnets." He answers finally. "But back to you. I didn't even know you had heels." Eddie sounds strained. Steve laughs and wraps his hands around himself. Looking up at Eddie, especially when he looks like that, is too much. Getting hard in the bodysuit is going to get uncomfortable.

Eddie plays with Steve's bunny ears and Steve can't help but watch his arm. The tattoos over the muscles move like they're alive. Steve reaches over and looks at Eddie's nails. They're long and pointy, not shiny and some gold designs on the ring fingers.

"I don't but I can walk in them. Nancy thought it would be funny I guess." Steve replies after a little bit. Eddie coughs and pulls his hands back and stuffs them in his pockets. Steve looks away and they people watch for a while, the silence between them is nice, the music is loud and Steve gets lost in it. "How'd you make the fangs? And the horn?" "Ah clay for the horns and some fake nails and denture glue for the teeth." Steve looks up in surprise. "So they're stuck on there?" Eddie presses his tongue on them. "Nah they'll pop off if I press too hard."

Steve wants to see just how much pressure they can take but Eddie looks like he's in pain. Probably the horns. And the music. Steve points to the stairs. "You want to go somewhere quiet?" Eddie smirks and leans down to Steve's face. "You want to get me alone pretty bunny?" Steve felt his face get hot and pushed him away. "That's not what I meant. You look like you're about to fall over." Eddie's smirk gets softer. "I'm ok, just didn't expect there to be so much to take in." Steve nods. "I get that." "Ah but I bet, Mr Popular, that you're used to this."

Steve shakes his head. "Even in high school, my parties would be 10 people max. It was too much." Eddie purses his lips. "Bet you could handle more." He's flirting right? Steve couldn't tell if Eddie was serious or not. "I could handle a lot." Steve agreed, and decided to push back. Test the waters. "Could definitely handle whatever parties you threw." Eddie plays with his hair. His rings catching the light and the glitter on his cheekbones. "You couldn't handle whatever I gave out." Steve rolls his eyes. "I'm a big boy I could take it." Eddie's eyes flash for a moment. "I bet you could." Hook, line, and sinker.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve bites. Eddie looks chagrined. "Sorry, poor word choice." He bows a little, dramatically. "You should watch what you say to the king." Steve jokes, and Eddie falls to his knees. "Forgive me, my king." Fuck. He forgot just how well Eddie rolls with punches. "Take me upstairs, my fallen dragon knight." Eddie grinned and picked Steve up, tossing him over his shoulder.

With a little effort Eddie takes Steve upstairs. The chances of a clear room is slim, so they just find a quiet corner. "How shall I repent?" Eddie swallows and sits down, Steve sitting between his legs, throwing his own legs across one of Eddie's. "Take off these shoes. My feet hurt and I'm too lazy." Eddie laughs, but it sounds a little forced. He reaches down and gently unclasps Steve's shoes and takes them off. Happily, Steve sighs and wiggles his toes. Much better.