#Shrink potion

[karimationkat]

[13/78]

This entire thing is based on two things,

my self-indulgent silly au where blue accidentally makes a shrinking potion, but it accidentally spilled over purple and KO/MT is fathering tiny purple

and my backstory headcanon for purple: purple has no pics from their childhood because only navy had the photos and had taken them as he left. No memories, no photos, no evidence of purples childhood was one of the topic post ep 30 Ko/mt and purple once talked about and ko/mt decided help make new memories.

And green just likes to tease purple and asked ko/mt to share the photos

Also, Purple doesn't remember a thing from while they were tiny

[nyanbinary-perineum]

Dangling doggystyle is a good way to fuck an aspiring fleshlight, it's very euphoric to their sense of purpose :3

[ace-of-hats]

my poll isnt done yet but i had a stroke of inspiration lol (closeups under the cut) (apple for scale)

im so proud of this apple what-

[celiabbw]

I know it's been a bit, but Celia is back and this video is a bit different, so you should def check it out!

Celia is hosting a house party at her place and you’ve come in attendance. You decided to take a look around and found a very interesting vial, nothing you’ve ever seen before. You go to pick it up, but accidentally drop it, causing some of the liquid to drop on you which… begins to instantly shrink you down! You’re now standing at 8 inches tall in Celia’s bedroom when you start to hear some heavy foot steps come your way. You see Celia enter her room and try to get her attention so she can help you grow back to normal height. Hopefully the giantess doesn’t have any other idea in store…

🌟 https://linktr.ee/CeliaBBW 🌟

[chuuyas-height]

The Cursed Batch (Wonka)

This is a writing for @gtgotcha4gaza

I'm sorry this took so long omg hopefully the donator will enjoy it-

This is a short story that revolves around the 2023 Wonka movie. This is a SFW work.

You can find this story on Wattpad and AO3

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If Noodle had to pick her most favorite place out of the entire world, that would be Willy's factory. Like most kids her age with a sweet tooth, she adored being surrounded by sweets, chocolate, and the soothing smell of fresh cocoa. Compared to the faceless candy shops in her area that presented their mass produced and imported goods as top quality, Willy's creations were on a whole other level. He used unique and rare ingredients, always achieving a new, unique and improved flavor. Whenever he felt inspired, he would create. 

It was one of those days when Noodle passed the gates of the brightly colored building in search of her friends. Walking through the long corridor, she pushed a door that read “Experimentation Room” which she recognized as their usual hangout spot. Inside, she found the familiar image of Willy mixing several odd liquids of different porosity and color in a small pot. Meanwhile, the shorter man was running around, searching on shelves and cupboards for the ingredients requested. His short legs made for a comedic sight but Noodle managed to contain her giggles. She was glad Willy and Lofty overcame their differences. It seemed the one thing they both adored made them unite: chocolate. 

The two men were so absorbed in their work it took them a good while to notice the girl that stood by the half closed door and timidly observed their whereabouts. 

“Noodle!” called out Willy, “What are you doing there, silly? Come on in already!” His cheerful demeanor coaxed her to approach the wooden table the taller man had been hunched over. 

“New recipe?” Willy hummed in agreement. The same moment, Lofty approached, holding a glass vial which contained a bright blue liquid with an almost gelatine look and texture. Her curiosity got the better of her. “What's that?” 

Willy grinned. “That, my dear Noodle, is a secret ingredient known to bring happiness to anyone who ingests it.” Soon after, the whole vial is poured into the mixture and Willy is mixing the contents of the pot until the liquids develop a soft, minty color. “You'll have the honor to try it first.” He announced, and if it was any other day she would've been overjoyed, but her mother's stern words still rang in her ears. 

“I'm sorry, but mom said we're having guests over tonight and I can't spoil my appetite. She'll know if I have even the tiniest piece…”

“Oh.” The cheerful guy seemed to falter ever so slightly after hearing her words. Lofty on the other hand perked up and looked at Willy with longing. 

“Don't look at me like that. You're not having any.” 

“Why not?” The frustration in his voice was evident. 

“Should've thought about this before emptying yesterday's batch, little guy.” he teased, expecting the smaller man's flaring temper in return which didn't disappoint the slightest. 

“First of all, I am NOT short. My height is quite respectable, and second of all, it was just so tasty I couldn't restrain myself.”

“Then your punishment is to watch me try it all by myself.” he stated before bringing a small piece of chocolate past his lips. He didn't expect so many flavors to burst in his mouth, his tongue not knowing which one to pick up first. A trace of vanilla, a hint of salted caramel and the bittersweet aftertaste of mint were the main tastes battling for dominion in that singular piece of chocolate and once the short lived delight was over, Willy felt obliged to have some more. The content humming that escaped his throat was the only evidence of how much he enjoyed it and the jealousy on Lofty's features was visible. 

~~~

Although her visit ended quicker than she would've liked (as per her mother's orders), her time there was proven to be no less fun, despite the shorter duration. She also unwillingly noticed how Willy scarfed down the entire bar of chocolate by the time she had to leave. She was mostly amused by Lofty's refusal to speak to him for that exact reason and she had to keep herself from laughing lest she resurgened the shorter man's anger. Like always, Willy prepared a basket for Noodle to take home, filled with several chocolates and sweets, saying she should treat her guests as well. And like always, Noodle jumped in the man's arms for a hug. But something felt out of place. Willy had always been a tall guy, but Noodle could've sworn she used to come at least up to his chest. She shrugged it off, thinking it was merely her mind playing tricks on her and left, but not without giving Lofty a hug as well. 

The next day she was pleasantly surprised when her mother announced she was baking an apple pie and that she'd like her to deliver it to Willy, as a thank you for the treats he sent. So there she was, skipping through the busy streets of her town, pie in both arms and a big smile to conclude the merry image. Before she knew it, the all too familiar walls passed before her in a flash and she was about to traverse the production room which was supposed to be the final obstacle between her and her friends. 

It was supposed to be, but it wasn't. 

She didn’t expect to find her friends in such a predicament but there they were, Willy leaning against a wall while trying not to knock over any of the precious cauldrons with the sugary substance, mainly because he was nearing about 20 feet in height. And crazily enough, his body was still expanding. Lofty, who seemed even smaller when compared to Willy's current stature, was standing on his shoulder and trying to reassure him. Their previous bicker appeared to be the last thing to occupy his mind at the face of his friend's problem. 

Noodle couldn't hold the gasp that escaped her mouth nor stop her eyes from turning beady at the sight. The shock was so great her arms buckled and the pie was met with the cold floor. The man that was perfectly normal sized not even a day ago now towered over the entire room like a mountain. 

“Noodle? Is that you?” 

His voice betrayed his anguish and frustration as his body kept steadily enlarging bit by bit. His clothes thankfully remained intact but the fear in his eyes made her heart shatter. 

“Willy? W-What happened?” she asked reluctantly. 

“I don't know! It was so sudden it caught us by surprise as well…”

Instead of being the one surprising him, he ended up surprising her. The gears in her head turned hastily as the girl tried to connect the dots for her friend's sake, who was now drowning in despair. “Was it something you ate…?” she questioned. Willy appeared to be in thought for a moment but hastily shook his head. “No way. All I ate was chocolate.” 

Noodle wasn't surprised by his revelation but she still wondered how he could eat so many sweets yet never gain a single pound. Then, it was almost like a light bulb switched on inside her head. She turned to Willy with a questioning look. 

“What did you put in the chocolate?” 

Willy had to think for a second, but Lofty took the lead and started stating the ingredients one by one. After naming nearly twenty ingredients that Noodle had never heard of before, Willy seemed to perk up at the mention of one in particular. 

“...Liquid stardust, Unicorn's milk, Giant's size–”

“–Giant's size?!” Willy exclaimed wide-eyed. “I asked for a Giant's smile, not Giant's size!”

The room fell silent. 

For Willy, the situation felt hopeless. As for Noodle, she was incredibly disheartened by her friend's predicament and aimed to find a solution in her little mind. And then, it suddenly dawned on her. 

“If a chocolate made you grow, then another chocolate might make you shrink.”

Willy's head rose, his eyes lighting up at the prospect but the hope in them immediately dwindled upon remembering his still increasing size. At this point his top hat had nearly reached the ceiling and his expanding body could barely fit in the small corner he tried to fit into. 

“It's hopeless. I'm in no position to make chocolate in this size. I'm simply too big.” he mused, plunging into despondency with every inch he gained. 

Noodle and Lofty shared a glance, apparently having the same idea. Lofty cleared his throat, indicating he was about to speak to their giant friend. 

“Well, this was an error on my part and I am terribly sorry. I therefore am much obliged to create an antidote for your predicament with the help of the little lass over here.”

Noodle almost rolled her eyes at the last part, as it was unfitting for someone who barely reached 3 feet to call her “little”. She wanted to say something sassy to the shorter man but refrained as she noticed the way Willy's face regained some of its usual warm expression. 

“You'd do that for me?” he asked with a smile on his face. As for Lofty, he coughed and removed his gaze from the giant before him. “Of course, we are colleagues,” he said in a rush, “now if you don't mind I have urgent work to do!” 

Noodle and Lofty raced through the chaotic remains of the Experimentation Room, where Willy, now an oversized giant, sat in an awkward position, his head almost scraping the ceiling.

“We don’t have much time!” Noodle exclaimed, her eyes darting around the room. Willy groaned, his voice rumbling in the distance, “Please… hurry…”

Lofty scribbled down a quick recipe on a piece of paper he found lying around. “Our main ingredients are shrinking berries,” he muttered, “and something to stabilise the formula. Got it?”

Noodle nodded. “On it!” She sprinted to the factory’s greenhouse, returning moments later with a handful of tiny purple berries. Meanwhile, Lofty fired up a small pot of melted chocolate on a portable burner. 

“Start with the berries!” Lofty ordered, his hands moving fast. Noodle crushed them, their juice oozing a vibrant violet, and quickly mixed them into the sizzling chocolate. The room filled with the scent of sweetness and ripe berries.

“We need something to balance it!” Lofty said, grabbing a vial from a nearby counter. He poured in a few drops of an amber liquid, essence of balance, he called it and it was apparently a rare ingredient that would neutralise any extreme effects. The mixture hissed and swirled, turning a deep shade of indigo.

“Done!” Noodle exclaimed as Lofty quickly stirred the mixture, making sure it was smooth. They poured it into a small mold, cooling it with liquid nitrogen in seconds. At last, the chocolate was ready. Noodle climbed up onto one of Willy’s enormous hands and held out their creation. “Here, eat this!”

Willy, carefully trying not to drop the child in his palm, managed to grasp the tiny chocolate between two fingers and popped it into his mouth. At first, nothing happened. He’d plunge into another depressive episode if he hadn't eventually begun to shrink. His massive limbs receded, his body shifting to becoming more like his original size. In minutes, he was back to his usual lanky self, sitting in the middle of the dishevelled room.

The former giant sighed in relief, glad to be back to his normal size. “It worked!” he exclaimed, not believing his eyes. He feared he'd grow big enough to bust through the ceiling! Noodle, happy to see her friend back to his cheerful self, she jumped in his arms hugging him tightly. “I'm happy you're not a giant anymore, Willy. You got us worried back there.”

The man smiled fondly, wrapping his long arms around the girl in his grasp. “Thank you for helping me out.” his gaze shifted to meet Lofty's eyes as well. “You too.” he added. The shorter man merely nodded, acknowledging Willy's appreciation. After a moment of silence he opened his mouth to voice something but was interrupted by Willy, who somehow read his thoughts. “No, we're not making another batch of that cursed chocolate.” 

Lofty frowned but sealed his mouth nonetheless. 

[starfall-sea]

hello kingsisle.... create a house that's decently sized and can actually be decorated or the saw trap goes off

[oddthesungod]

some sketches based on last night's session for the game I DM! 💖

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Ooh Shrink Ray hours!!

Shrink Matteo and break his tail? Like in wolf form? Feel like it would be really fragile if it were tiny.....

Shrink Ray

Author's Notes: I haven't 100% decided what Matteo's werewolf form looks like, but he isn't just a regular wolf, they just call that form 'the wolf' as shorthand, and to separate it from Matteo, because he isn't aware of anything that happens during the full moon to the point where it feels like something else has taken over his body for the night.

Lol this got longer than I planned, thank you for this prompt, it was so fun!

Content warnings: tiny whump, werewolf whump, tail whump, broken bones, 'it' as a pronoun (referring to the werewolf form), painful transformation, back injury, biting

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Dante and Matteo try everything to make Matteo's transformations easier on them both. Locked rooms and cages, shock collars and tranquilizers, you name it. Each one only provides a new way for Matteo to wake up hurt, sick, or traumatized.

Desperate, they turn to magic.

They find the shrinking spell in an old book at a used bookstore owned by a woman who they would believe survived the Salem witch trials. As they exit the store she gives the pair a knowing look that leaves them uneasy.

-

Matteo takes the concoction just before the transformation begins. As promised, he shrinks down to the size of a figurine. The modest room becomes massive around him; he barely takes up space on the queen-sized bed.

Dante reaches out to him hesitantly. Matteo closes the gap and leans against his hand. He gives Dante a little thumbs up.

And then the transformation begins.

-

The wolf is no less wild or reckless. It might be cute if it wasn't such a danger to itself and everything around it.

Being small keeps it from destroying the house in favor of destroying the room. Luckily it's a spare room, neither Dante's nor Matteo's. But all of the belongings in it that they hoped would act as distractions prove to be obstacles.

Dante watches in horror as a box of Philip's old trophies and plaques suddenly comes crashing down on the werewolf.

He runs over and hurriedly unburies it. The wolf is unconscious, whimpering softly. Its fur hides the damage but Dante knows there must be terrible bruising underneath.

The final object to remove is a heavy glass award that landed right on the wolf's small tail. When Dante lifts it the poor creature's whines increase in pitch and its breathing quickens. The tail is bent at an odd angle and some of the fur is damp with blood.

"Shh...it's okay..." Dante pets it like a dog, but that only seems to agitate it further. It snarls but doesn't wake.

Unsure how long it will stay like this, Dante takes a moment to examine the broken tail.

Broken is an understatement. Crushed is more like it. The tail is limp in his hands. A shard of bone protrudes through skin on one side, the source of the blood. Dante is relieved that the creature is unconscious; he hates to imagine any version of Matteo suffering this.

-

The wolf remains out all night. Occasionally it twitches, whimpers, or growls, but its injuries keep it subdued. Dante stays close until the elixir begins to wear off and the wolf grows back to full size. At that point he puts some distance between them.

Just before dawn the wolf wakes. It tries to stand, but then yowls in pain and drops back to the ground and whimpers some more. Dante watches the mangled tail twitch pitifully.

At least that will be gone when he turns back.

-

Dante is only half wrong.

As the wolf begins its painful return transformation, the tail does start to retract. But rather than disappear entirely, it becomes the lower spine of the gradually forming human torso.

This is the closest Dante has ever been for the turn back. The closest he has come to understanding what Matteo's body goes through. No part of him is lost or gained - only violently altered and reshaped.

Howls turn to cries and Matteo's face is his own again, twisted with agony as he writhes on the ground. Dante forces himself to wait for those sharp claws to return to hands before reaching for him. Matteo recoils at first. His eyes open and dart around the room, panicked. But when he sees Dante recognition dawns and he allows himself to be touched.

Dante eases Matteo into a sitting position and holds him. Matteo leans heavily into him, trembling and panting. His bare skin is bruised and hot. He tucks his burning face against the cool skin of Dante's neck and sighs.

While Matteo recovers Dante strokes slowly up and down his back with one hand. When his fingers reach the base of his spine, Matteo shudders in his arms and groans. The skin there is tender and bears the worst of the bruising. The tail is gone, but it left its pain.

"My back," Matteo groans. He grips Dante's shirt tightly. "O-oh god, it hurts so bad Dante, what did I do?"

"I'll tell you later. It's past our bedtime."

"I don't...don't think I can make it to the bed..."

"You don't have to worry about that," Dante whispers as he lowers his head. He brushes his lips over Matteo's shoulder, telling himself he's finding a spot, not leaving a kiss. "Let me handle everything."

"Okay," Matteo replies softly.

As fangs puncture Matteo's skin he relaxes. He gives himself over completely to Dante's care as if even now he is a small thing in Dante's hands, trusting he won't break him.

[crtter]

I can’t stress how canon “Iyami teaches bugs to perform circus tricks” actually is:

[potionwine]

Oooh, you’ve also seen Nirvana in Fire?!? That was SO good. And as inspiration for PF?? That, explains some things, dang! It works

My friend. My dear. My lovely Cimi—

WHAT in the world—

Have I seen the drama that bloody changed my life; my favourite comfort c-drama; the series that I rewatch yearly the way I rewatch lotr every Christmastime; that exquisite story with the most incredible breadth and variety of characters with impeccable character work and amazing themes and an ending that respects its viewers which however tragic is thoroughly earned and identity porn and politics and pride and grief, god, so much grief��and an Emperor who is shakespearean in his tragedy and—

Okay. Okay, no, you could not have known, tis a failure of my part if I have not spoken enough about it—I probably mostly reply to other people's posts as they liveblog their watching but. BUT. God when I saw your ask it felt like you came up to me to remark "hey wow so you also ship PF?" that's how gobsmacked I was lol!!!

I have dragged everyone in my life into watching this show! I have mutuals on here who can testify to my introducing them to it omg. I just checked and the earliest NIF post I reblogged was in 2016 so I have been watching it every year since 2016 hahaha!!! Although it's pretty complex chinese, and since so much of the show is made up of characters sitting around talking the intricate plot into existence, it's not really a beginner-friendly c-drama either!!!

NOW I DIDN'T KNOW YOU'VE WATCHED IT TOO???!!!

I. have. been. going. UTTERLY MENTAL. at the lack of anyone with whom I could talk about it? OR SO I THOUGHT. So many times I thought of going into our discord to be like "has anyone ever heard of NIF because hhhhhhh the phoenixflare resonance" or like "so is anyone into TGCF perhaps perchance mayhap???"——because heh. hehehehe. heheheh??? My fic is practically a NIF/TGCF mashup, it's a Lin Shu+Xie Lian!Joshua Rosfield & Jingyan+Hua Cheng!Dion Lesage——and I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW MANY TIMES I wanted to ask god please does anyone else see my vision please god does anyone?? but no one would even understand the references, and I couldn't even ask in areas (asian fandom) where there would be a higher chance of people knowing what crack I'm on because asian fandom is all about that...you know...that I loathe—and I have been in pain and I thought right well fine I'm writing the fic anyway it's fine if I have no one to scream about it with because I'm writing it and then I'll find fellow competence porn+politics enjoyers if they find my fic and—and.

God. What an earth-shattering message to receive in my askbox! You are some sort of miracle <3

Do you see it??? Do you see it? A boy who burned to death in an inferno as an innocent betrayed youth in a catastrophic event caused by his own family, his father slain, his entire clan (and all the troops under his banner) wiped out or scattered. A boy reborn after extensive and horrific injuries after an agonisingly long period of recovery: a ghost who crawled his way out of the gates of hell, the last of his broken once-noble house.

That boy's transformation into his new identity of Mei Changsu/Margrace. His off-screen discovery of the truth that led to Meiling/Phoenix Gate and his continued on-screen quest to learn more. His determination to hold the true culprits accountable at immense personal cost and suffering. His dogged persistence despite incredible odds and visibly failing health. Being surrounded by people who love him and want to protect him, and himself constantly undermining their efforts because his goals are more important than his health. (Because in truth he knows perfectly well that he won't survive, but he can make a difference while he is alive.)

Something that amuses me hugely is how Lin Shu and Joshua literally both come back as 宗主? I love it so much! They come back with the same title! Both of them come back as clan leaders of an organisation that obeys their every command! Margrace is the 不死鳥教団の宗主(=leader of the cult of the undying bird) and Mei Changsu is 江左盟的宗主(=leader of the Jiangzuo alliance).

AND. Hooooo yea this PF fic is just JingSu at this point because oh, a handsome, principled, prideful, and stubborn prince who is a decorated warrior famed for his numerous military accomplishments and the man who is essential to the success of Lin Shu's/Joshua's plans? The resurrected boy barging into his prince's life: no matter how insane it is to choose your side, still "I choose you, Your Highness Prince Jing"??? The fact that the undervalued prince has a history with our secretive ghost protagonist? And (arguably) frequently thought about and missed the bright boy he knew once upon a time in happier days—"I know you," says Dion Lesage without a shadow of a doubt, extremely normal of him to instantly recognise a dead boy he met 20 years ago?

Mutual admiration of each other's integrity and capabilities? Reciprocal faith and remembrance? The foundation of deep respect and enduring friendship, their shared goals and shared family??? I froth at the mouth. JingSu are cousins, PF are stepsiblings by their parents' marriage. Each pair is bound by destiny and by choice—other people have made choices that permanently entangled each pair's lives together forevermore (Joshua+Dion and Jingyan+Xiaoshu), and the choice they themselves personally made to choose each other—

DO YOU SEE THE VISION.

How difficult it is to pursue justice when everyone involved is family and how impossible it is for Lin Shu the nigh-extinguished Chiyan fire for Joshua, the guttering flame, to indict Jingyan's father the Emperor of Liang Dion's father the Emperor of Sanbreque of his crimes against Joshua's family without opening old wounds and hurting many loved ones in the process including Dion himself. The people directly responsible for the tragedies are related to the protagonists in one way or another! If Lin Shu Joshua ever wants resolution for his grief unending, he has to strike at his beloved's father, and plot meticulously to avoid all of the dangers of attacking such a powerful enemy.

(Of course, I acknowledge the critical difference in Jingyan's versus Dion's feelings about their respective fathers.)

Now if only Joshua had done the famous blizzard scene with Dion instead of letting him go off to carry out his ill-advised coup—"Xiao Jingyan! You stand where you are! If I don't stop you today, what are you going to do? What do you think you can possibly accomplish if you charge in to challenge imperial power like this? Do you think you can simply force the Emperor [to do what you want/change his mind about Anabella Wei Zheng]? You have honour and valour but why do you just not have brains! How many more people must be hurt, you tell me!"

Anyway Joshy doesn't have the insufferable smugness of Xiaoshu but he does absolutely have Xiaoshu's pride, the sort of pride that is not just personal pride but familial pride too (after all Joshua comes from extremely prestigious lineage)—just look at how he speaks to Ultima in every scene, his lordly manner. Joshua I think has more Consort Jing to him, and Consort Jing is only my favourite character in all of NIF, in a drama where I love every character to bits—steel in softness, ever gentle ever polite yet not to be bullied and not to be underestimated and also extremely perceptive and learned and patient. Extra sweet bonus that Consort Jing is also a healer. Elegant, restrained, and very repressed. Who knows the depths of Joshua's Consort Jing's grief and loss?

But you know, Jingyan, near the end he is completely in charge—the prince who was always a great and respected general on the battlefield is now more than that, he's directly taking responsibility for all of his people as their future ruler—that means thinking on multiple fronts and exerting control over all of the key governing officials, not merely his military officers. He's leading with confidence, and there's that little scene where he apologises to Xiaoshu for taking action on several plans without consulting him, and Xiaoshu says no, this is the way it should be, this is the correct state of affairs: you are the crown prince, and this is rightfully your arena. You lead, you decide, you command.

Jingyan now sees clearly, he's found out and accepted the truths of his father's role in the atrocity at Meiling and everything that happened back then. He rightly perceives the failings of his family and seeks to redress past wrongs and avoid repetition of past mistakes, he weeds his court of the corrupt and the cowardly, he's become the best possible version of himself: stronger than ever, not just a powerful wartime commander-in-chief but an inspiring leader in the imperial court, careful, thoughtful and politically up-to-speed, finally stable in his sense of self instead of being permanently stuck as that angry and lost and hurting child. He has renewed purpose, he possesses hope for the future, he is able to dedicate himself fully to what he truly believes to be right and act in furtherance of righteous causes—

Critically, this is the man he becomes only because Xiaoshu came back into his life to shake it up. Without Xiaoshu he wouldn't even have the opportunity or means or knowledge. The radiant and fiery boy who Jingyan missed all his life came back to save him. From the outsider prince without contacts or support within the imperial court->to the crown prince who has the court subdued within the palm of his hand. From his pitiful existence as a neglected, unfavoured prince, his lowkey constant simmering resentment, his half-dutiful half-forced obedience of paternal orders that chafe at his conscience->into the steadfast and self-assured prince who is capable of fighting for the betterment of his country and the rallying point for virtuous officials who share those aspirations. The drama shows the audience that Jingyan is unquestionably ready to assume rulership, and together with the person he loves most, they achieve their goals, they save each other and their country (by arresting its downward slide due to the rotten state of its governance).

It's just a strong headcanon of mine (albeit one that I can absolutely present extensive arguments for) but to me Joshua Rosfield is the one and only character able to perform that same abovementioned function for Dion Lesage. Catalyst, turning point, spark that ignites the fire—whatever you call it, this is salvation. It is beautifully poetic that both Lin Shu and Joshua are characterised by fire. They are the fires of change that burn away the old life: before their arrival, the two war princes exist in a state of wearying routine, long-suffering and almost hopeless. Both Jingyan and Dion are shackled by their stations and duties, both are unloved sons with virtually no chance of their circumstances improving without drastic action, and both are trapped in precarious situations where they are subject to the whims of their father (if their imperial fathers turn on them, it will result in irrevocable loss of their status).

Dion's position is weak in the Oriflamme imperial court—pretty sure this point isn't up for debate, since no one ever speaks up in support of him despite the obvious injustice of his ill-treatment. His degree of influence in the court is much, much, so much less than any reasonable person might expect someone who is literally Bahamut and crown prince to have. The Council of Elders and other officials stand by haplessly while he is progressively stripped of power in favour of Olivier. Nobody defends him, nobody objects. (Or maybe some did, and were eliminated.) Even Dion himself submits to the abuse despite inherently superior abilities. Career politicians know which direction the winds blow—they don't defy their Empress, meaning they are either her cronies or too fearful of her to make themselves a target by any raising any opposition. Added to that is the implication that Dion was often away for long periods—and as Xiaoshu explicitly tells Jingyan in the drama, the crown prince cannot leave the imperial capital untended because that is the surest way to lose power. Dion may be Sanbreque's mightiest weapon and revered by the populace, but in practice his political sway is almost negligible. He is not able to leverage himself effectively.

Don't get me wrong, for these reasons I extra extra love the canon portrayal of J*** obeying Joshua against her wishes and T****** obeying Dion against his wishes—I absolutely think their obedience is, to them, the truest and highest and final demonstration of their love and understanding of their respective masters. And both Joshua and Dion expected no less from them. [I've not typed the names out just in case the search function ends up capturing the post and putting it in their tags, not because I hate those characters; I just don't want to be uncivil within fandom.]

But the very point here is that, you know, sometimes you aren't supposed to leave someone just because they say so. Sometimes it is the worst possible course of action to obey someone just because they command it. Sometimes it is undesirable at best and disastrous at worst to support someone's every decision out of unchanging (if uncharitable, one might even say unthinking) loyalty. That is a fundamentally unequal relationship, and while beautiful in its own way, is also uniquely doomed. The truth is, Joshua was always going to pull that trigger, and Dion was always going to pull that trigger: the master was always going to sever the relationship. Those pairs were doomed as soon as they began, because one party can only ever say yes, and yes means the end, you see? That is The End, that is the final break. By their very subordinate nature and by their established personalities within the game, "yes" is the one and only answer J*** and T****** can ever or will ever give. Their master will say, "Leave me", meaning it is over, and they will reply, "Yes, I obey". Because this is the only answer that proves their devotion, leaving them totally incapable of changing the script. Both J*** and T****** knew it and played their parts to perfection, and my heart hurts for them.

In NIF terms, I reckon J*** is Gong Yu, and T****** is Lie Zhanying. Zhanying will follow Jingyan to the end, whatever it may be—in fact in one episode he explicitly says so, and his loyalty is never in doubt. He will go to his death if Jingyan orders it. He will always support Jingyan's decisions. He and the rest of Jingyan's men have been following Jingyan even when the prince was out of favour and cold-shouldered and constantly dispatched to safeguard the country's frontiers—inconvenient places where comfort is low and the environment harsh. Jingyan's favoured brothers live in the lap of luxury within their palaces (like Olivier), while Jingyan himself (like Dion) has always been at war. And as with Zhanying, T****** will never be able to change this status quo on behalf of Jingyan (Dion). For all his boundless dedication to his lord, Zhanying will never be able to improve his prince's standing in the court, never be able to secure more political power for his prince (unless his prince decides to revolt/coup), never be able to make his prince's father love or prize his prince.

It is not a problem of character or willpower or desire. It is, simply put, a problem of power. It is a problem of class. The servant rises as their master rises, and falls as their master falls. In other words, the servant's status is determined by their master's status. Zhanying is Jingyan's deputy. When Jingyan's status was elevated, Zhanying naturally also assumed commandership over more troop divisions because those were allocated to the prince by the Liang Emperor. (There is no doubt in my mind that T******'s status as second-in-command is because of Prince Dion. He's too young to have earned that position by gradual promotion through meritorious accomplishment. Unless you're telling me that the knights dragoon don't have a single officer above age 30.) Zhanying is invaluable to Prince Jing in security, in warcraft, and in a variety of generic daily tasks. However, he is part of the rigid imperial system and lower in the hierarchy. He may persuade his lord, but he cannot order him. He may disagree, but he cannot defy. He may privately despise the Emperor/Empress, but he cannot show it and cannot act on it (literally treason). His role is to follow and obey. If he does not perform that role for whatever reason, he fundamentally negates his utility to his lord.

Ergo, endgame Jingyan is only possible because his true equal and soulmate, his real zhiji, came back to challenge the status quo. In fact, came back to challenge him. It is not merely the fact that this person understands him above all, it is also the fact that this person has the ability to act on that understanding. Jingyan is technically also Xiaoshu's prince, master, and eventual Emperor—so where is the difference?

The difference is, Lin Shu is comparable in nobility. Lin Shu is the cousin of princes and the incumbent Emperor's nephew, Lin Shu was raised amongst the imperial household, and played and studied and fought and hung out with them as peers of roughly equal rank. In this respect Joshua actually outstrips Lin Shu: Joshua is a prince by blood, and had Rosaria not fallen (especially if Sylvestre had not risen to the throne), would have been higher status than Dion. It's a massive pet peeve of mine that so many fans in XVI fandom don't seem to realise that Joshua was crown prince? Everybody knows Dion is crown prince, but do they realise Joshua is the original? In the English version prologue, the knights do call him "prince" and "your highness". The Rosarian throne is Joshua's by right of birth. At the time of their meeting as children, Joshua outranked Dion. They were equals as Dominants of their nation, but Dion back then was the child of a Cardinal and not the child of Sanbreque's ruler at that time; i.e. he was not a prince and not in line for the Sanbrequois throne.

The other wonderful similarity is Lin Shu's and Joshua's statuses as outsiders to the system when they reintroduce themselves to Jingyan/Dion. As Jingyan's strategist, Lin Shu has more leeway with regards to making his prince listen to him and take his advice. But importantly, he is now Mei Changsu, and that means he is able to play outside of the system. The imperial system effectively cast him out when it killed him. The strict codes of imperial conduct no longer chain him as they chain those confined within its structure. As a free agent unlike Zhanying, he has the right and privilege of choosing his own master. That includes the right to leave or to change his mind. And although the prince's strategist is supposed to be subordinate too, Xiaoshu would never truly be subordinate in the same fashion no matter how many times he bows his head, because at his core he is still high nobility and it still shines through despite everything. His manners are still perfect. He still navigates life with the easy expectation that people will serve him. He grabs the Duchess' hand and yells at Prince Jing and gloats at Marquis Ning. It's all the little ways that remind the audience, over and over, that this man was raised as a posh lordling. You can remove the boy from the upper class but you can't remove the upper class from the boy. It's the same with Joshua. His manners are still court-perfect. He still moves through life accepting that he will be served. He may bow his head to Dion and call him "your highness" but he also takes the liberty of throwing himself at Dion for a hug. Because to him, the prince is not some lofty and untouchable figure to be addressed with unfailing deference, he's just a friend.

(I know T****** is minor nobility, to be honest Zhanying definitely is too. The deputies of high level royals aren't going to be commoners. But I don't think I have to explain the gulf between ruling class/a close blood relative of the monarch versus lower nobility.)

Joshua too is an outsider that isn't beholden to Sanbreque's Emperor in the way that all of Dion and his knights owe their fealty. Again in this respect Joshua has it better than Xiaoshu—Joshua is his own sovereign master, and that should impact his perspective, his sense of self, and therefore his behaviour with others and how he navigates the world.

Gong Yu... I think anyone who's watched NIF will know exactly why I say that J***'s counterpart is Gong Yu lol. I think the s/h/u/a/t/e/s want her counterpart to be Princess (Duchess) Nihuang and they certainly produce fanwork in that vein, and I respect them for it because fans be doing what they love and hooray for that. But..... she's Gong Yu.

For all these reasons I am utterly obsessed with a Joshua that pushes back at Dion. The person able to challenge the status quo and challenge Dion. An equal who listens to Dion's absurd speech in the palace at Twinside and calls utter bullshit, who says, "A matter for the imperial family? are you joking? that's my mother, that's my younger brother. an imperial matter for you to resolve? say rather, our family, OUR problem to resolve. You don't get to go off half-cooked to arrest or kill my mother without actual political strategies, notwithstanding your military capability to launch a coup. And also, what about your dad? However much I love you, my darling Dion, we have to talk about the way that you insist on poor little meow meowing your awful father because my dear old mum didn't do Phoenix Gate alone and she for sure didn't immaculately conceive Olivier."

Endgame Dion isn't satisfactory in several glaring ways and it annoys me hugely that even unto the end he never grapples with and confronts the truth of his father instead of the idealised version that lives in his head. It's a little bizarre how Dion's arc is often praised by fans, since it feels very incomplete to me. Or, well, fine, perhaps just unsatisfying (since XVI simply isn't his story). His deep-seated need to be loved by his father prevents him from seeing anything clearly, which is so ironic for the only character to possess a third eye in canon? His honour and his might have been squandered in service to a selfish, uncaring, and objectively bad monarch, yet despite how earnestly Dion wants to be a good prince to his people he seems wholly incapable of recognising this fact? His mind repeatedly shies away from his father's shortcomings. In one scene he calls his father out for words befitting a tyrant, yet ultimately he persists in the belief that his father simply needs to be saved from Anabella's evil influence as if Sylvestre Lesage isn't a 50-year-old adult man who schemed his way to the throne and killed a woman's whole family and happily married that woman to beget legitimate offspring with her.

Soooo....... I've just spoiled the whole plot of my fic but it's really just NIF nonsense as usual and that is actually extremely predictable of me. But honestly the spoiling is not a big deal, because as with NIF, fundamentally my story is not meant to be plot-twisty and suspenseful—the real storytelling skill of the NIF drama is that the audience should be able to quickly grasp the overarching plot with no difficulty because the pleasure of this particular type of story is to watch the protagonist achieve their heart's desire, step by delicious step. The objective of this type of story is to properly pay off what it promises. NIF=the wronged protagonist seeks justice. We already know Lin Shu will obtain justice by the end of the tale, what we are here to enjoy is the journey! Same really for IEM I reckon; by the end of chapter 1 Joshua's goals should be really obvious, and since my little fic will have the happy ending tag because I only ever write happy endings, the audience basically knows he'll succeed—it's very much a journey not destination kind of story.

Ooof the post is crazy long and took me 3 nights to compose an answer and I haven't even managed to go into any TGCF elements but that work mainly contributes to characterisation instead of plot. One of the craziest XVI scenes was the Hideaway's sickbay after Twinside, the genuine regret Joshua expressed and how he blamed himself for not reaching out to Dion sooner; now the Empire and her prince lie in ruins etc. Surely he remembers this is the country that destroyed his own? Surely??? What kind of person, robbed of home and throne, can find it in himself to respond with so much empathy and kindness? Sanbreque has now experienced pretty much the same tragedy they inflicted on Rosaria two decades ago, and isn't that just the funniest parody of divine retribution? Instead of viewing this as Sanbreque's just deserts, Joshua Rosfield pities them and wishes he could have helped them avert this disaster.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wonderfully Xie Lian-coded. Something something someone who has been through the worst and nevertheless chooses goodness and kindness. Someone who intimately understands the ugliest and lowest depths that people sink to, yet refuse to lose themselves in that temptation even when vengeance would seem perfectly justified.

You've known for a long time now that I love a Joshua who is very similar to his mother. This is why lol. It's about that delicious, delicious contrasting foil. It is the difference between Jun Wu & Xie Lian, as it is the difference between Anabella & Joshua. That the indestructible integrity we see from Xie Lian or Joshua didn't come easy, they weren't born perfect, their ethics were tested and forged and earned through suffering the likes of which most people will never know. The person that they have each become is the sum of their choices actively made. In the canon of TGCF and XVI, both of these ex-crown-princes live on in disgrace, in circumstances best described as reduced and humiliating, their respective kingdoms fallen, their wealth and glory spent—but they are better and braver human beings than everyone around them, they are beautiful and noble souls, quiet and unacknowledged, and only Hua Cheng and Dion truly see and fully understand that (and therefore cannot help but love them utterly).

I've a few more thoughts regarding Joshua swirling around as captured in other Xie Lian posts: here, here, here, and here. Not sure if you know TGCF or are into it as well, but just leaving links to those posts here for my own benefit too. I've been gravitating towards phoenixflare comparisons in various hualian meta posts since early 2024 so clearly these concepts have been stewing in my head for some duration, but I haven't fully teased out what it is about these two ships that gives me that niggling sense of connecting similarities.

^ Whereas I clearly know exactly what it is about JingSu that makes me point and holler "THEM!"

[otherclawdeen]

[katkat030]

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[vorish-wonderland]

Azul has been seeming stressed recently. Floyd knows exactly how to help.

Includes: soft/safe vore, comfort vore(?), unwilling prey, stress :(

✮✶Octopus Pot✶✮

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Things have just been going wrong lately.

Absolutely nothing was going according to plan, and it has been stressing him out.

Azul sighed, and continued writing out his contracts.

Maybe he just needs a nice, warm cup of tea... maybe that will help.

"Floyd, could you make me a tea, please...?" He'd ask Jade, but Jade was out on one of his mountain hikes currently.

"Suuuuuuure thing, Azul~!"

"Sometimes I wish I had something to crawl inside of... why must my human form have bones...?" Azul sighed.

That gave Floyd a wonderful idea.

A little less than half an hour later, Floyd returned with Azul's tea.

"Why did it take so long?" Azul asked. "Oh never mind... thank you for making it."

"No problem!"

Floyd left Azul's office, snickering to himself.

A bit weird, but normal behavior for Floyd.

Something about the tea tasted... off.

But Azul didn't care enough about that, he was more focused on his contracts.

When Azul finished drinking his tea, something felt wrong. He didn't know what, but something was definitely just... wrong.

He felt drowsy, he found himself having a hard time keeping his eyes open...

What's... what's going on...?

Azul fell asleep on his desk.

If only he knew where he would be when he woke up...

Floyd was working on cleaning up the Lounge, preparing to close up, when he suddenly felt somebody start moving around.

"Ohhhhh! You're awake! Didja have a nice nap, Azul~?"

"FLOYD WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

"Relaaaaax. I did this for you, y'know?" Floyd sat down for a moment, to have this conversation with Azul. "I heard you saying you wanted something to crawl inside of, like your octopus pot, right?" He paused for a moment. "Ta daaaaaa!! it's like your very own at-school octopus pot!"

"What are you talking about."

"It's tight, cozy, dark... I could even drink some water for ya, if you'd like!"

"I suppose you're right, but there's still so much to do! I have to finish organizing my contracts, and I have to meet with the people who've broken contract, and I have to sort out the menu for tomorrow, and I have to clean and lock up the Lounge, and I-"

"Got it aaaaaaaaaall done for ya!" Floyd assured Azul.

"...all of it?"

"Yep! I put your contracts in alphabetical order based on the person who signed them, I let people know the Lounge is closed tomorrow, I just finished cleaning up and was juuuuust about to lock up before you woke up."

"WHAT?! Why did you tell people that we're closed tomorrow?! We'll lost out on so much business!"

"What's more important to ya? Your mental health, or money?"

"Money."

"Ehe, shoulda expected that..." Floyd said to himself. "Aaaaaaanyways, you've clearly been really stressed all week, so I'm keeping you in there until you feel better!"

"Let me out, right now." Azul demanded.

"No." Floyd stood up again, and grabbed the keys from his back pocket. "You of all people should know you've got nothin' to worry about in there." Floyd exited the Lounge, locking the door behind him. "You just relax in there for a while, ok? I'm not letting you out until you do!"

"...fine."

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Looks like Dairo should have checked whether the clothes get resized as well with the shrinking potion. x3 Art by pyronicampt [Image ID: A digital sketch of a tiny chameleon-wolf furry surrounded by an empty potion bottle larger than her and clothes way too large for her. /endID]

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[shrimpmandan]

Is there a kink for like. I want to examine you under a microscope. That kinda vibe

I think that would be microphilia seeing as I would be Very Small and you could Crush Me Like An Ant

[pikminpediaart]

Potion of Plush is Full of Stuff

Doc stared at the potion in his hand. It was unlabelled. The contents were pink in hue with a few flecks of small, blue stars disappearing between the shimmering surface. Doc wasn't certain how solid those stars were, but he was amazed at the craftsmanship of the potion. "You certainly look drinkable. Probably taste like a pink raspberry lemonade?" Doc cocked his head to the side, trying to picture the flavors as vividly as he could. He felt his mouth begin to fill with saliva. "Huh. I must be hungry.” Doc continued to examine the potion. He knew he was supposed to take it to a client, but something about its design gave it such a tantalizing feel… and knowing this was one of Fluffmaster’s potions only made it even more desirable. “Well,” Doc said, patting his well-defined midriff, “I’ve got some room for weight again. I’m sure Sarge wouldn’t mind if I drank this one… he can always give the client another. I know he’s got a proclivity for making the fattening stuff!” Doc popped the cork and downed the potion immediately. Its taste was… odd. He couldn’t describe it outside of the taste of a dry mouth with a hint of strawberries. It was dissatisfying to say the least, but its effects were immediately prominent when he felt his waist begin to widen out. Slowly but surely it grew outward, pressing against the seams of his pants as it did. He felt heftier already, and it had only been ten seconds! “Probably one of his fastest weight gainers yet,” Doc smirked. Reaching a hand down, he felt the round belly of his and hefted it up. He thought it would stop soon, but when his belly started to spill out of his hands, he started to worry. “Well, shoot. Shoulda realized it sooner, but this DOES have Sarge’s name written all over it…” Trying his best not to panic, Doc tried to spare his pants by unbuttoning them to take them off, but he had already grown to the point where he could no longer reach underneath his ever-growing dunlap. He slapped a hand to his head. “Fast-acting AND large growing? Fluffmaster you certainly did it again…” Doc was about ready to go find a chair to sit on, hoping to let the changes finish… but he felt a strange… “offness” to him now. Much like the potion’s taste being hard to describe, Doc couldn’t describe the sensation he had around his body. He knew it was tingling, but there was something more…. Was he softening everywhere now? He could have sworn his snout was starting to bloat as well, poking his noise upward as it did. Midway through trying to find words to describe what he was experiencing, Doc felt a sudden shirk, as if someone had slammed down on the top of his head to topple him over. “Gah! WOAH! “ Doc lost his balance and fell on his rear… but he didn’t feel any pain from this. Huffing with frustration, Doc tried to get back to his feet, but he found he was unable to lift his own weight. His arms kept buckling whenever he applied weight to them. Had his belly really gotten THAT big? Squinting, Doc looked around for his glasses. He needed to figure out what was happening now. Reaching a hand down, he felt around for his glasses. Though he found them quickly, he found his hands could not pick them up. He couldn’t move his fingers like he wanted. His panic began to rise as he looked at his hands. He didn’t know if it was from his lack of glasses or from whatever this potion was doing, but he could swear his fingers were merging together into useless mitts.  “Wait, this isn’t the normal weight gain potion?!” he asked aloud. “What’s happening?!” Doc tried to call for Sarge’s help, but he felt the front of his mouth begin to merge. Like a zipper, or someone painlessly stitching his lips together, Doc found he could no longer speak… but even if he could open his mouth, he started to realize he wouldn’t be able to vocalize anything now. That dry taste he tasted before? He now knew what it was. Cottonmouth. His mouth felt like it was full of cotton at that point, but now it was more literal… He knew Sarge would be by in a moment and could fix this… but at the same time, he realized Sarge wasn’t the brightest person…. Hopefully, though, Sarge could put two and two together. Though when Sarge arrived, all he saw was a big, huggable plush on the ground. ~~~~~ Plush TF Commission for Furryfan1234! I absolutely loved doing this and may've gone a bit overboard on the shading, but it was a lot of fun! ~~~~~ Doc (C) Furryfan1234 Art/Sarge/Story (C) Me