#also I had no idea what to put in his ref but I just tried to put things I felt were important to know ghnghgngh

[kbthebearcat]

Hey everyone!! So I’m still recovering from residual covid stuff and not feeling 100%, but I’ve acquired some energy at the moment to post some things I’ve managed to work on while I was sick. This first thing I’ve got to share here is a ref for Reese!!  (⬅️Link to more into on him there!)

(⚠️warning, there’s a lot of rambling here below the cut⚠️)

  Okay, so this ref was intended to be done around the same time as Donald's, but I ended up going on a bit of a journey when it came to Reese's hair. I had been wanting to change it for a while because there were some details about it that didn't make much sense that bothered me, like when drawing it at different angles. I also noticed that when I got art commissioned of him, the artists seemed to be rather confused on how his hair worked, and I got two different depictions of his hair. And this was not by resquest mind you, I think they ended up drawing his hair the way they did because they were simply trying to figure out how it worked. 😅 And I don’t blame them, because even I was confused about how his hair actually worked.

I honestly didn’t even know what kind of hairstyle I was going for with him before. I just wanted some kind of spiky-ness going on because I was going for a kind of punk rock vibe. And for the most part I did like how it looked, but it just wasn’t very functional. 

So when redesigning his hair, I wanted to make it more comprehensive while also making sure it still fit Reese’s character and vibe. And when I say it was a journey trying to pick on that worked and felt good, it was a JOURNEY. 

Art first I was going for a slicked/combed back look because that’s the kind of style I saw the artists I commissioned doing, and it looked like the best bet to try and go for a style like that if I wanted to try and preserve his older style. I messed around with a lot of different options but nothing really worked for me. It all ended up looking kinda weird and I just wasn’t fully satisfied with it. 

I even tried other long-haired styles that were more functional but would still add some spikiness to his hair in some way, but I didn’t really like how those looked on him either. At some point, I started to realize that I liked the look of him just having long hair in general, and that it didn’t really have to be spiky. Soooo… that’s when I started drawing his hair without any spiky-ness, and eventually into what I’ve got here now. This turned out to be the style that I felt the most comfortable with him having. I think it looks good on him! Plus I still got to have him keep that lighter color of hair, but this time it’s applied in what I feel like is a more natural-looking way.

Ummm I don’t really know what else I want to say at the moment so I think I’m done rambling for now! I plan on posting an extra thing showing some alternate hairstyles that he does. One thing I really like about his updated hair design is that it feels more versatile and that a lot of stuff can be done with it, so I’ll be having fun with that! 

[jellitchi]

vat7k designs in my head...

i thought their canon designs were a eensy weensy bit Unpolished so i made these mostly for myself. erm if u rly want it i think varian is 19 here, hugo 19, nuru 18, yong 12.

i also made rhem all playlists and had to draw them a cover so thats what the last img is I linked each of em under my notes for all of em... Under the cut is Like a Huge Infodump of notes i have for each chara,,,,,,

i kept varians design basically the same, i dislike the design w the orange neck thing so i just Nuked it😭... Here's Varians playlist

Hugos design i just wanted to put him in something more Loose. hes a thief, a professional escape artist. i dont think wearing clunky metal is ideal for him. i also gave him a prosthetic arm (blond w no arm design trope!) but u cant see it in the ref so i added another drawing of him in his under layering👍 i vaguely referenced russian(?) clothes for him as well... Yeah not too much changed w him i just tried to make him slippery-er. Here's Hugo's playlist

yong came relatively easy to me, if it wasn't obvious i did rip gaming from g*nshin's hoodie. i thought the lion hood was Adorable and freaking perfect for what i had in mind for hos character. since the og notes said the fire kingdom is loosely Chinese inspired i basically just kept that. i mashed tgt a buncha diff dynasties though sorry for how inconsistent i was... i think he looks Okay. anyways i changed yongs role a bit, ill explain why im adjusting some of their roles later but i kept yong as the Jinx Type character. hes the eldest in his family and has a buncha younger siblings, hes a lion dancer and does performances w his family/siblings. he rly like special effects n keeps tryna incorporate his fireworks into their performances (it flops and he has to sew up the dmg) ill explain more of yongs role in another post maybe shrugs... Here's Yong's Playlist

miss nuru was a bit of a struggle for me i might share my full design process with her coz i did a Bunch of mockups for her😭😭😭... i didnt have a specific country of reference for her but i chose to make her vaguely south asian inspired. i also really wanted to keep the sheer fabric w the star / constellation map. i love that idea its so cute so shes still technically the navigator. but she also wields a sword too, fencing or whatever. (her and varian r Huge Cass fangirls which is probably why she started tryna use a sword (snuck out to watch cass compete) Okay ill talk abt this later) in my head, okay ill Probably make a whole nother post talking abt how im interpreting/writing each chara, but in my head i think nuru is the youngest and her kingdom's archivist. shes mostly in charge of like Her kingdoms history / artifacts / etc. ok im getting too side tracked ill save the lore dump for later but thats Nurus role in the party. Here's Nuru's Playlist

uhm below i made their character stats mostly to help me with planning / role developing. the yellow is their base stats the color behind is their end stats i guess. i was gonna explain my reasoning for their stats but ermm this post is kinda Really long so sorry😭... varian max int for obvious reasons, also max charisma just coz i feel like u kinda learn a thing or two being around a couple manipulators and spending time in jail idk shrugs... (also lets not forget the "ud b surprised what ppl would do for a cookie!") Hugo slippery guy, if a brick is thrown at him as hes running hes gonna try n run faster to shatter it, his mindset is Run Run Run! i think hes relatively agile too but yeah mostly a Speedster. i think he n varian got no Physical strength varian maybe just like A little coz Farm boy but I rly doubt quirin is making him do a Lotta heavy lifting. yong has incredible stamina and agility because hed a performer. nuru is the strongest coz this team would literally Flop without a proper Offense😭... i think varian n hugo r able to outwit plenty of their opponents but i think nuru is pretty good in a fight, same w yong. Yeah Okay Sorry for a Long Long Post thanks hope u guys enjoy

[kaixserzz]

The Fox, the Crow, and the Bunny.

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something sweet. dedicated to @idyllic-affections thanks for writing my kaveh rq n this series is inspired by ur acc.. realized i strayed from the real purpose of this fic and made it too long, so just think of it as a 2 in 1 special lol,, (also hi sorry for using dottore he's like my muse and i love writing him) also i hope yall get the meaning of this shit lmao (ref to the scara quest tale)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: strictly platonic/familial, reader is 8 years old, basic dottore warnings, mentions of death, dissecting animals and injuries, implied dottolone (barely), a little ooc but it's canon to me

Dottore's office was once a sacred chamber inside the Fatui headquarters.

While not relatively as pristine as his laboratory, amidst the chaos, there was order. Everything was in its designated place, even though his desk was a nightmare to whoever laid eyes on it (spilled coffee too busy to clean, now dried onto the wood of his table, piles, and piles of documents and papers stacked haphazardly on one another, a disarray of pens and pencils occupying every available niche, and vials filled with who-knows-what dangerously teetering on the edge).

Hazards lurked at every turn within his office, presenting a far-from-presentable façade that seemingly clashed with his position as the 2nd of the 11th Fatui Harbingers. Yet, one might ponder, does the doctor truly concern himself with such matters?

No, not at all. He doesn't have the time to clean everything or keep them in such an organized state. He simply knows everything is in place, and the mess scarcely holds him back (he hires maids once in a while, when the mess gets too much, and in 1 out of 5 maids he hires only makes it out alive).

Yet, what truly imbued this room with a sense of sanctity? For within these walls, he unearthed his genuine solace and tranquility.

In this space, silence reigned supreme. Isolation was his companion, a cherished serenity he embraced. Here, his thoughts danced, inventions took form, and ideas flowed onto paper alongside intricate equations. Occasionally, he'd pass out on his desk and drool all over his papers. This room stood as a shelter inviolable, reserved solely for those few instances of urgency or the presence of a fellow Harbinger.

All other members of the Fatui instinctively bid their time, patiently awaiting his emergence from the sanctum of his office before venturing to approach him. For within its confines, the Doctor was impervious to disruption. No one disturbs the Doctor.

That was before you came along, of course.

The office, ill-suited for a child of your tender years, harbored a minefield of hazards. Within its walls lay various artifacts, concoctions, and intricate machinery, a perilous realm unfit for the innocent curiosity of youth. Regrettably, your presence inadvertently disrupted the serene harmony that had long enveloped this space, unsettling the Doctor who, by nature, dislikes abrupt shifts and deviations from what he was used to.

When you first arrived in his office (he didn't want you inside of it, after all, he wasn't exactly fond of children, but he had no choice) you were immediately injured after stepping onto a shard of glass that Dottore has completely ignored. You tried your very best not to cry for the sake of not irritating Dottore further, but he wasn't very gentle with your wound either.

He took note of keeping his vials away from the edge of his table.

Then a bunch of books topples over you. He puts them into the shelves now, and you helped him organize by using the Dewey Decimal System, to which you had read from a book.

Then, while he was explaining his recent idea (rather enthusiastically) to you, his hand accidentally slammed against his files and flew straight to your face. You also helped him organize his papers.

And then it was cleaning his desk, offering him DIY pencil holders you've made just for him. You've also invented a mug that prevents the liquid inside from spilling (he thinks it was a rather brilliant invention, he no longer has to worry about spilling on his desk).

And then it was putting his rather precarious possessions somewhere else, outside the vicinity of his office and far away from your grasp.

You were very eager to help him in any way possible, and for a child, you quite enjoyed receiving chores. Yet, your contentment was uncomplicated, drawn from the privilege of being granted entry to his treasure trove of knowledge, replete with a limitless collection of books, materials, and tools.

Dottore always thought that you'd be such a nuisance to him once you entered his office and sully the peace he has always known within his office's enclosed haven.

But he didn't expect to welcome your presence at all, on such short notice, too. (Deep inside, he felt a strange warmth in his chest whenever you'd tug on his coat, asking if he needed any assistance with organizing his office. He wonders what it was, though.)

So, here you were, amidst the symphony of pen strokes etching against paper, a solitary melody resonating within the confines of his office.

Contrary to his expectations, the calmness he believed would dissipate upon your arrival had, in fact, been amplified by leaps and bounds. As he observed from the corner of his eye, you reclined on your stomach, legs swinging idly behind you, immersed in a world of creativity. Strewn across the floor, an assortment of crayons bore testament to your artistic endeavors, while he diligently attended to the papers handed by the Fatui.

Then, as if hesitant to break the comfortable silence, you tried to catch his attention with a soft 'psst!', then covered your mouth with your tiny hand to suppress your childish giggles.

The corners of his lips twitch in irritance amusement as he turns his head toward you, his pen on the desk. You broke into a much bigger grin and held your drawing close to your chest, not wanting to expose it just yet. "Hey, Dotdot!" You whispered to him, and he can't help but roll his eyes smile at the nickname you've given him. "Can I show you what I drew?"

Dottore emitted a contemplative hum as if grappling with the decision of whether to engage or remain absorbed in his thoughts. Your evident impatience manifested in a pout, prompting his response. "Well, fine," He yielded, beckoning you forth. You beamed brightly as you swiftly rose to your feet and bounded toward him, your landing generating a muted grunt from him. A steadying hand rested on the desk, enabling him to regain his composure, after which he settled your giggling form comfortably within the space between his legs. "Now then," He put his hands on your shoulder, "What is it you wished to share?"

With another giggle from your ceaseless childish amusement, you gave him the piece of paper. Big, round eyes sparkling against the light of the room looked up at him expectantly. Dottore received the drawing from you, his gaze lingering over its details, drawn into a moment of shared curiosity and wonder.

It was him, and you, holding hands, depicted with earnest effort and the imaginative touch of your youthful artistry. Around you were a bunch of other versions of him, his segments, though you've only drawn five (since they were the only ones who have interacted with you so far). Each had their names labeled beneath them, but Dottore absolutely adores that you've labeled him as 'Dotdot' instead (you've also drawn Pantalone holding your other hand and labeled him as 'Pants', adorned both figures with encircling hearts).

"Truly remarkable artwork," He stated with a smile, his words accompanied by the sound of your jubilant cheers, "This masterpiece deserves a place of honor, a spot where all can admire it. I can already imagine the joy it will bring to the other segments once they lay eyes on it."

"Really!?"

"Of course, I do believe they enjoy your company, little bunny."

As he carefully set the drawing on his table, your inquisitive gaze caught his attention. With a tilt of your head, a gesture he knew all too well, you asked him a question, "Why do you call me that?"

"Hm? Call you what?" Dottore grabbed you gently and settled you onto his desk. Positioned face to face, at eye level, his intent was clear—to engage with you as both an adult and a child, a balance you seemed to relish.

"Bunny! You call me bunny lots,"

"Oh? Do you not like it?"

You vigorously shook your head, "No no, I love it! I get called nicknames, but they're all mean." You furrow your brow as you reminisced, pouting at the awful memories. But then you broke into a big smile again, "But yours is new and cute! So, why do you call me that?"

Dottore's grin widened, revealing his sharp teeth, a sight that enthralled you. Your hands instinctively moved to his cheeks, your eyes filled with wonder, and he welcomed the touch wholeheartedly. "Ahh, ever so curious, aren't you, little bun?" He teased playfully, giving your nose a gentle boop! with his finger, and your giggles were a delightful response. "You see, I call you bunny because you embody its spirit—small, swift, and an endless source of vibrant energy.

You also love to hop onto people a lot."

"I love giving surprise hugs! I'm too small, so a jump, so I can wrap my arms around them a bit higher!" You huffed as he chuckled at your explanation. "What are you, then? What animal?"

"Oh? I've never thought about what kind of animal I'd be... Hmmm..." Dottore mused for a while, his expression thoughtful. Eventually, he arrived at a decision. "A fox, I think. Crafty, shrewd, and sly. A creature that prowls with a purpose and possesses those distinct, sharp teeth." As he said that, he grins once more to show his sharp teeth, then lunges for your finger, mimicking a bite, prompting you to gasp and pull back with a joyful squeal.

"And speaking of bunnies..." His tone took on a mischievous edge, causing your eyes to widen in anticipation. Suddenly, he swooped in, grabbing your legs and lifting you high into the air. "I might just gobble you up!" Dottore's playful pretense of chomping down on you elicited a cascade of laughter from you. You pushed at his head, trying to escape his 'gobbling' jaws, your legs kicking playfully as you enjoyed the moment.

"I don't think you're a fox, Dotdot!" You quipped, retaking your seat on his desk. Playfully swinging your legs, you mused aloud, a soft humming accompanying your contemplation.

Dottore raised an intrigued eyebrow, "Oh? And what am I in the eyes of my little bunny? Perhaps something more fearsome?" He inquired, looming over you in an effort to intimidate you.

Instead, your eyes lit up brightly, and you joyfully clapped your hands together. "Oh, I've got it! A crow!" You exclaimed with a triumphant smile.

A bemused frown replaced his grin as he processed your unexpected response. "...A crow?" He echoed, clearly puzzled by your choice. "Of all animals?"

And you merely smile at him, giggling at his confused reaction, "Mhm! Yeah! A crow that talks on and on and on." Your hands followed your words, almost hitting him in the face, "A crow that is death and prey over rotting corpses, but a crow that saved me! I thought Dotdot was an angel, but angels don't have black feathers, scary smiles, or red eyes."

Your words painted a vivid picture of your perception, a whimsical and deeply personal perspective on his nature. Dottore nods along, intrigued, as you rambled your thoughts to him, not even chastising you for grabbing the beak of his mask and playing with it.

"You're a crow! You're very smart, and clever, and creative! You're scary to other people, but not to me! I love corvids, I used to feed them bits of animal after I dissect them, and they always bring me something shiny. They were my only friends, and now you're my friend too!"

He doesn't understand the gentle warmth that began to unfurl within his chest as he remained attentive to your words. While unfamiliar, this sensation wasn't entirely unwelcome... "I beg to differ, my dear bunny. I am unmistakably a fox,"

"Then you're a crow pretending to be a fox!" You pout, stubbornly crossing your arms. "I think crows are way cooler than foxes. They can fly! Plus, you can't call yourself a fox when you resemble a crow more than a fox!" You pointed out, a triumphant smirk on your lips.

Well, you do have a point. He does wear a beaked mask, coupled with a bird-like shoulder embellishment bedecked in exquisite black feathers.

"Should I then consider donning attire that better befits a fox?"

At the notion, you fixed him with a mock glare, your cheeks puffing out in an adorable display of discontent. "Nooooo! I prefer Mr. Crow!" you protested with a playful whine, punctuating your words by delivering gentle punches to his shoulders with your tiny hands.

He chuckles at your small tantrum, and he swiftly gathers you into his embrace. Your arms naturally encircled his neck as he rose from his seat, carrying you toward the door, your precious drawing clutched in your hands. "Very well, very well, my dear Mr. Crow it shall remain," He conceded with a playful tone, his steps filled with an easy camaraderie.

Victoriously, you shot him a smug grin, to which he rolled his eyes at.

"Do you wanna know something, Mr. Crow?" You mutter in his ear as he walks past one of his segments.

"Hm? What is it?"

You made sure to whisper it very quietly, hoping the other segments won't hear you. "Between you and me, I think that your younger segments are like rats!"

He didn't know what came over him, he released a hearty, resounding laugh, its volume surprising not just you but also the other segments who happened to be present, each momentarily taken aback by their own affairs. Such an outpouring of mirth was rare for him (only when he was inside his dark, cool lab, alone with experiments).

A sense of pride swelled in your chest as you grinned widely, his laughter infectious as you burst into a fit of giggles. It was a scary laugh, maybe it was just naturally like that, but to you, it sounded very happy. "They bit me once! I was just poking their face."

"Perhaps give them a treat before you approach them," He says, calming down as he continues his trek toward your room. "This gesture might just soften their demeanor."

"What, like cheese?"

"Oh, little bun, that'll drive them even more mad once they found out you called them rats."

You share another grin with him, finding a cozy spot to rest your chin upon his shoulder in contentment, "Good! I think they're funny when their faces turn red."

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛❛ If you like this a lot, consider reblogging! I’ll appreciate it very very much! Don’t repost and/or translate my work anywhere. ❜❜ ┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

[cokoweee]

Okay last one I think…lovely stuff as always, I’m just juggling another brainrot right now, but I was itching to make some remarks. First off I’m glad midwesternvibes mentioned the text thing in the most recent update, because I was tickled to see that too! Probably the first time he had color since before their “spat” in the kitchen. As much as I know it’s still a roadblock in his recovery, I’m glad to see the voices coming back for Donnie. I kinda get this feeling they are hanging out with him until they know he’s going to be “okay”. And I have this little idea to myself, that when Donnie is able to start healing and processing his trauma, he stops hiding from them and is no longer afraid to see them. Of course that would be when they would start to slip away. (And that would be so rough for Donnie) Grief is kinda like that too. Sometimes you can be okay for a long time and you’ll have bouts where you still miss that person(s) even when you know you have accepted and moved on.

So I’m curious what is the situation that Donnie is on a watch. Is it just Draxum’s concern? Is it in case Donnie gets catatonic again? Is it in case he gets violent again? Is it to save his liver (those supersoldier genes only thing keeping it from failing)?

Also Draxum fixing Donnie’s sweater like a dad (only for Donnie to have his femme fatale shoulder thing as soon as the door is closed)

I’m a little surprised that this is the first time Kendra has seen Draxum do his mystic vine magic…or… he just hasn’t had too…or…all the mystic stuff happening lately has made Kendra more aware to it…or… but whatever the reason…appropriate reaction, lol

So something I have noticed that has me enticed is Donnie has been wearing his hand prosthesis more often.

Before the trauma induced episode, the only time we ever saw Donnie wearing it was when he was out or in “mission mode”. It makes sense, he needs to be able to save his ninpo for more than just temporary fingers. So why now… I was gonna suggest he is on edge, but I also remembered, as I was writing this, that you mentioned him having a slight disconnect to his ninpo…so yeah fingies is not a luxury he can afford right now. In any case…. Hmm…Donnnie….you know…if you didn’t shut your second dad outside…he mighta told ya that Kendra went out…ya know…? Also not sure if it’s just clueing us into Kendra still being sick or that trope of “if you sneeze three times it means someone is talking behind your back.” ? (I quote this one when I sneeze a lot, I’ll go “okay who’s trash talking me?!”)

Anyway please take care! Also p.s. if you do start to play Minecraft I hope you have fun. (I tried to play it but my laptop is too old and it crashes, so I can’t give much advice on it) also p.p.s I found a WIP of a thing I started writing for this AU in July, and I kinda…forgot I had it. It’s gonna be so out of place if I ever finish it, so just heads up for whatever was the hot topic then… <_<

GAHH I ANSWERED THIS BUT THE APP CRASHED AUGHHH. Let’s see if I remember what I said

I think I showed it a few times that despite Donnie constantly wanting said voices to stop, whenever they actually do, he feels uneasy. It’s quiet and he feels alone. I don’t write every single voice he hears all the time but just ones that feel right to show. There’s a lot he hears. The good the bad and the horrible.

Dancin a bit in that prosthetic part it’s a bit of a ref to sumthin y’all like to tickle a good bit sometimes lol

DRAXUM! A man not meant to be a father but ended up being a guardian. He hasn’t used his mystics cause there’s no need! Also Draxums reasoning for putting pickle boy on watch isn’t just his!

Casey is one that enforced it so harshly. That episode at the farmhouse was technically the first time she’s EVER seen Doobie in that state. Literally witnessed him break down, almost wipe out a farm and try to tear apart his own body. Both want no risk of not being able to get to Dibble so keeping him out of the lab that he can lockdown is a must for them

OOF THIS IS LONG HOPEFULLY I MADE SENSE. Cause I forgot a bit of what I said before

[micksture]

hello i’m back on the grind and today i bring you the fullbody refs i nearly did a backflip over 🌞 hope you’ll like em

notes under the cut

CHARLIE

- Former Princess of Hell. She resigned from her role and place in the royal home because if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to fulfill her dream of redeeming Sinners. Her parents had different plans and expectations for her, and deem her as an embarrassment. Charlie lived in a dingy apartment and worked a couple of jobs for a few years to gather money. She struggled, but she finally earned enough to afford an empty, run down building. At the start, she and the gang will have to start rebuilding and renovating it to make the hotel she planned to build :p

- More goat motifs (ears, nose, horns, pupils, legs and hooves)

- Doll-like joints, which make her movements awkward and robotic at times

- Fangs and buck teeth <3

- Fluffy, puffy hair!!! The color is a mix of Lucifer’s hair back when he was still an angel (golden) and the hair he has now, after falling (red)

- One snake on each side of her head. Both of them are different species and have different personalities. They’re also super venomous, but she doesn’t rlly use that ability

- A mole under her left eye because I just couldn’t help myself hehe

- Tail that she can’t retract and has all the time. It’s a bit too short and just bothers her most of the time by accidentally knocking stuff over

- A blue ‘blouse’ (it’s actually a long sleeve top with buttons printed onto it, kinda like those silly faux tuxedo t-shirts) and shoes with accents of the same color, as any variant of blue is a vital part of the very loose dress code for the hotel’s workers. She also wears blue earrings and always adds a bit of blue to her makeup :3

- Other than that I think her outfit is pretty much similar? At least to the Pilot one

- I tried to sneak in some hearts to her design and just overall make her look friendly and awkward lolz

VANHI

- Former Exorcist angel. She gained consciousness during an extermination and was discarded solely because of that fact. Exorcists are programmed to be killing machines that feel nothing and don’t ask questions, so when they gain consciousness (which is very rare), their higher ups – so Lute and Adam – get rid of them. Vanhi was found by Charlie two days later, miraculously still alive. Charlie rushed her back to her apartment and slowly nursed her back to health, recognising her as an angel, but not an Exorcist. They’ve known each other for 3 yrs now, and they took some time to grow fond of each other but they’re getting there

- Obviously, the name change… She did used to be called Vaggie (when she was still an angel), changed it after being banished from the holy troops and left behind in Hell

- STRRRONG 💪💪💪💪 probs the strongest one out of the main six characters, at least physically

- Lots of scars all over her body from previous battles

- Long teased hair put up in a high ponytail for practical reasons. The black tips are dyed. Also RACOON TAIL!!!!!!!!

- Some moth motifs, like the antennas that mimic a bow and also her hair kinda resembles the wings of a moth when it is down.

- A funky ahoge (I think that’s what it’s called..) that looks like a halo :3

- A different eyepatch + protective gloves

- She wears a pink and white striped pullover under her blue shirt and she also has mismatched socks 👾

- Angelic spear, obvi.. its’ handle is a little bent in the middle, because Adam tried to snap it in half for dramatic effect and failed LMFAOJEBW BOZO

ANGEL DUST

- He’s a famous pornstar under Valentino’s contract, and he has been for some time now. Before that, he’d perform in clubs

- Lots of Valentino’s influence in his choice of clothing: shorts, boots, the black top, pink gloves + fur scarf, rings and the collar. The only thing that wasn’t gifted to him by the overlord is the pinstriped shirt and hat that he’s had since the very arrival in Hell. ALSO SHOUTOUT TO MY FRIEND FOR THIS IDEA: the buttons on his suit are little flies because he’s a spider!!!!!!

- Six eyes, four arms (but he can also grow out two more), pedipalps and abdomen to rlly play into the spider theme

- His teeth are stained with Val’s red saliva

- He has lots of toned pink spots all over his body. I couldn’t rlly decide on an exact design for his markings and I felt like there was already a lot happening on him so I just went with little pink speckles

- Very fluffy :v

ALASTOR

- Powerful Overlord that came back from his seven years of radio silence to invest in the biggest flop of a project in Hell and stick around, seemingly just to laugh at its’ failure

- Toned down colors yay

- Long, pinstriped crimson suit worn over a beige dress shirt, 1930s inspired shoes (they still have the silly hoof prints on the bottom don’t worry) and a tie because I’m sick of the bazillion bowties 👿👿👿

- Voice box located between the top of the knot of his tie and the bottom of his high neck ruff. He often uses it to speak without moving his mouth

- The two sharp ridges that peek from under his neck ruff and have a white glow to them are actually a part of a collar. He’s forced to wear it because of his deal. It’s made of angelic metal, so he can’t really take it off anyway

- For the deer features, I changed his ears to be a little more deer-like, made his antlers bigger and gave him a deer nose :p He has a tail and hooves too but he hides them as much as possible

- No fuckass bob 🙏

- Couldn’t help myself and gave him a pencil mustache 🕴️

- Staff inspired by a 1930s microphone. It can be shortened to a regular mic or expanded to work as a cane!! It's a sentient being and it often adds to situations/conversations by playing sound effects. And yes it does have tiny antlers hehe

- Different monocle

- Some green accents because his magic is green idk

HUSK

-A former Overlord, long past his prime. His enjoyment of Alastor’s 7 year absence was short lived – now, he has to deal with even more annoying people in the hotel. He works the bar and because of Charlie’s request he’s allowed to only fix up mocktails instead of real alcoholic drinks

- Based his design on a mainecoon cat, so he’s super fluffy. Lots and lots of fur, which is unkempt because he gave up on trying to care for it a while ago

- Owl wings. His right wing is clipped (because of the deal with Alastor) and he can no longer fly. He can’t even expand this wing to its’ full length without having to painfully strain it to get it to move out even a little bit

- boy why u so eyebrow…….

- I live for chubby Husk <3

- A bunch of scars

- A rough beard and a droopy mustache

- A stained, patterned blue shirt with rolled up sleeves and a missed button at the top, tiny magician hat, black pants + suspenders and a green cloth to wipe empty glasses

- Give this poor man a break…

NIFFTY

- Used to work at a tailor shop and one day, she came across Alastor when he went in to get his suit fixed after a fight. Rather than being presented with a deal offer, she offered her soul to him herself. He agreed, of course, but he was so weirded out by this that he decided to spare her life to further observe her antics. They’ve grown fond of each other and now have a father-daughter relationship of sorts

- I rlly leaned into the idea of her being a bug… She’s a grasshopper/ant mix, so she has antennae and mandibles

- Fluffy, glowy hair that she curls with hair rollers every day

- Green eye (same shade as her dress)

- Freckles :3

- Big patterned dress, a matching head scarf, blue apron and blue cleaning gloves

[quibbs126]

Hm, apparently this wasn’t a request. But whatever, I finished them and want to show it off

But yay, I finally got purecacao done!

So first off, I just want to say that these two are post-canon, and Dark Choco’s their older half-brother. I just felt like mentioning that because I made up this whole thing for the purecacao love story

My idea for how Dark Cacao and Pure Vanilla’s relationship went is that at some point, Dark Cacao got feelings for Pure Vanilla, but wasn’t sure how to tell him. But he thought he’d have all the time in the world to say because they were immortal. But then the Dark Flour War happened and Pure Vanilla “died”. When he came back, Dark Cacao realized that he couldn’t just wait anymore, and so sometime during the current story, he confessed his love for him, and after the main story they ended up getting together

Anyways, back to the twins. So Vanilla Bean is a girl, while Cocoa Butter is a boy. Though I’m considering making Cocoa Butter a girl as well. I’m not sure

So Cocoa Butter is a very friendly kid, and very outgoing. He wants to be a warrior like his father (Dark Cacao) and brother, though he prefers the Vanilla Kingdom over the Dark Cacao Kingdom. He also tends to get himself into messy situations, which result in his outfits getting messed up and having to constantly be fixed. In the future, I see him being a Vanillian soldier, if not a commander. Also, despite his want to be like Dark Cacao, his favorite parent is Pure Vanilla since he’s not nearly as serious

Vanilla Bean on the other hand is very shy and quiet. She prefers to read giant tomes and watch from afar. She prefers Dark Cacao since he’s quiet and feels safe with him due to how strong he is. I’m not as certain what she ends up doing, maybe she becomes a healer, but I know she’ll end up living in the Dark Cacao Kingdom

I feel like you can tell which description I did better. I mean, with Cocoa Butter I was haphazardly putting all my thoughts, but by Vanilla Bean I knew how to articulate them better

Despite their differences, they get along very well, and include the other in their games. Also, they both really like their brother Dark Choco. He’s like their main babysitter, and he enjoys their company too

Alright, I think that’s about it for their characters. Now on to designs

So I think I’ve mentioned using the name Cocoa Butter before, but I also decided to use Vanilla Bean a few days ago. My brain thoughts were that cocoa butter is cacao but light colored, while vanilla beans are vanilla but dark colored. It’s contrast (which admittedly I may be doing too much of with these two)

Cocoa butter and vanilla beans:

So one of the first things I wanted to do was give Vanilla Bean those pigtails, with the idea that they’d look like vanilla beans. Admittedly they aren’t actually in the shape of the beans, but whatever

I was struggling with their eye colors, since I wasn’t really sure what to do. I knew I didn’t want to do heterochromia though. Eventually I tried mixing the purple and I think blue to get this bluish grey color, and I decided to give them purple eyes but with one of Pure Vanilla’s eye colors as the highlights. And also I decided to change the purples to fit more with each highlight, Cocoa Butter’s being more warm while Vanilla Bean’s is more cool

Admittedly I was kind of just making stuff up with their outfits, all I could think of was vaguely mixing Vanillian and Dark Cacaoian clothing, which mostly just resulted in purple + yellow. I know I’ve seen someone do it, but I don’t have refs. I think what I came up with was alright though

In addition to their purples and yellows, I experimented with adding an additional green color to Vanilla Bean to spice things up, and I liked it. But I didn’t want to leave Cocoa Butter out, so I gave him the red accents

Their streaks were a very last minute inclusion, and I really only added them because I remembered that Dark Cacao had those. I feel like you can really tell on Cocoa Butter

Overall I think they’re good. Maybe not my best, but they’re still fine. Maybe I can make them some adult designs that look even better

But yeah, I think that’s about it for them. I hope you enjoy them!

[beddybites]

i got a ton of asks in my inbox so im just going to put all of them here so i don't spam u guys with it haha

this is really the only guy i use. felt pen on clip studio is excellent for the sketchier style i like! when it comes to coloring i just use a basic solid brush !

i imagine they do, and they each get assigned a baby (tanjiro with giyuu, inosuke with sanemi, and zenitsu with obanai) but it lasts for barely a day. inosuke has no idea what hes doing and obanai cant stand zenitsu

tengens wives find the situation hysterical but they help out however they can. ofc they all fight over tengen. they love helping out with the kiddies but they especially enjoy taking care of the younger ones-- they think mui, mitsuri, and shinobu are adorable! tengen definitely tries to flirt with them but hes a cringe fail ten year old

kanao, aoi, and the butterfly girls all help out as well. kanao and shinobu are typically glued together

shinjuro and senjuro are shocked to see rengoku (and obanai) and while shinjuro is pissed off at first, he can't Not take in his boys. senjuro and little obanai are super similar in nature so

urokodaki, tengen, and nezuko are worried but excited about giyuu's transformation. they're like lets freaking go. good childhood moment

and of course genya thinks the situation is hilarious and hes happy to get to spend time with his brother, although he's VERRRRY awkward. he's a bit avoidant at times but usually gyomei and tanjiro can talk him

aw thank you! to answer your question;; shinobu and gyomei basically spend time with him and are attentive to his wants/needs to help him recognize he does matter. rengoku and the others help with this! essentially love language stuff and affirmations and what not

ill be honest i totally forgot about this. yea! i would say the babies are only put in a very specific area of the manor and they deep clean it constantly. if they have a good amount of sick/wounded i imagine they have gyomei or etc take them in. im not sure! in my mind the hashira all rotate and babysit and etc

this 100% happens. urokodaki learned the news and had never traveled to the headquarters so fast

ohh this is a fun question! truthfully im not sure what the answer to this would be... i appreciate all the questions/ideas/etc!! if anything id love to have more questions about general characterization stuff, since thats my favorite favorite favorite to talk about!!! maybe more questions about like... what their relationships are like, do they have nicknames for each other, that sort of thing... idk! either way im glad people are interested :D

sanemi tries to make them laugh. he remembers his little siblings always cheering up when he would make silly faces and sounds, so he does that here

giyuu awkwardly pats the other baby's back/head and is like "there there" ... he remembers how sabito's hugs would make him feel better so he awkwardly hugs the other. most of the time obanai/sanemi stop crying purely bc they're confused as to why giyuu is hugging them

obanai would usually talk them out of it, but he can't do too much since he's restricted to baby babble. so instead, he will try to find one of their toys and "gift" it to them. ex giyuu was sobbing hysterically until obanai found his fox plushie and gave it to him

awww shucks... stop it u guys.....!

im doing ok!!! hanging in! got 3/13 commissions done so busy busy!

also, for future ref, i prefer being called "bite" !!! i know a lot of people call me ghost, so i just wanted to take a moment to correct that :D

awwwwww this is so sweet!! thank you so much!!!!!!

defintely one of the rodent pokemon. my favorite pokemon changes constantly but im told i have mimikyu / teddiursa / bunneary vibes. i also like espurr. i have no idea UWEIHRWE

i think he would be a little awkward at first but he would get the hang of it. most of what he does is just keep them entertained and make sure they arent sick or hurt. though he eventually builds up the courage to ask if he can feed obanai. from that point on whenever muichiro is babysitting he's the one offering to feed him, though someone else has to make the bottle-- he doesn't know how to do that

this is canon

Hands down, Obanai. Though I also feel really sad for Gyomei and Muichiro, and I think Tengen's story (what we know of it) is pretty sad. I don't like comparing traumas, though! but yeah. obanai is. wow. poor guy

and to those of you sending art requests; i see them, i promise! commissions come first, so they may take time for me to get done!

thank you guys for all the questions! i always love checking my inbox and getting an excuse to talk about things...

[pumpkinstrawbrew]

🆃🅷🅴 🆆🅸⨢.🅲🅷🅸🅽🅶 🅷△🆄🆁.

>>> the grim adventures of jon n' jack. feat batman n' spiderman. <<<

...

it was only a matter of time, before i would have made another crossover with those two. i can't deny, that they are very 1:1 for me, when it comes to comics supervillains. so why not to mix one awesome n' beloved thing with another? esp since funny enough, they do have quite a few similar plot-points. well, the halloween themed costume aside. i mean it goes as far as jack once having the bat-themed boyfriend pal, which reminds me of someone else, i know.

anyho'...

i've tried to make my notes more or less readable here, but they still might be a bit scattered. i attempted to keep them as short as possible, but i just cannot talk 'small'.

1. the first art is low-key based on underdeveloped AU, that i have about the early comic scarecrow n' modern jack meeting n' hitting it off serial killiar style. considering, that both of them possess killing methods, which have a noticable tradmark to it, i imagine that they will leave one hell of a mess behind, while traveling across the country. in that timeline, batman is dead. n' jack's shitty foster dad was killed off earlier on. neither of them knows what to do with themselves, since the people who they had *twisted* emotional conection with are gone. without any direction, they meet in the middle, n' decide that they can as well team-up n' try to make being a villain fun again. jon might experiment on their victims *or torture them if its his ex bullies* n' then give them to jack, who would scoop their brains out and put candle inside their skull. n' uh yeah, he literally did it in the comic. i was honestly surpised that marvel come up with smth that creepy. it really sounds more alined with dc, if anything. but either way, here they are. two *grieving* psychos going downtown. they will make one another so much worse, i imagine. n' they will totally kill that npc dude btw.

2. dark magic n' the drip. or jon n' jack at their corniest. like, jonathan looks like he watched too much the nightmare before christmas n' jack dress up like count dracula for no reason. it's so random-ish n' cheesy. but with this being said, i love both of those designs, n' think, that they really suit the vibe of comic issues in which they were featured. jack always came off as a he-witch to me, but it was nice to see it being played on in a different way. n' then, crane really rocks his own outfit as well. i totally need to draw him in it more often, haha. they dress up for a halloween party for real this time. n' well, i added batman n' spiderman into the mix here, bc i kinda wish that they got to fight / interact with those versions of jon n' jack. it would have been fun for a few reasons. also this can be technically counted as shipping art, but can be viewed as your typical gloating bad guy n' helpless hero thing too. n' to clear any possible questions, i only create stuff with adult peter parker. like cartoon era/late early comics, 20 smth one. i love my spiderman being of age, where he can legally mingle with his villains, not be detained at school lol.

3. the classic four from the timeline, when the comic plots were a bit more ligthearted. aka during the times, when the deadly mercenary n' crazy scientist were robbing banks, instead of harming *torturing* people. i love dark stuff, but there is charm to how 'simple' the scarecrow's and jack's goals once were. n' i love how the scarecrow used to do the lil, dorky dances. it really suits him. n' since at least 2 or maybe, most of jack o' lanterns are southernish in their roots like jon, i had an idea of them having a country dance *in the middle of graveyard* kinda just makes sense to me, haha. batman and spiderman merely happen to find them like that. n' well, it's kinda awkward. esp bc they technically don't do anything bad. i also imagine spiderman being like 'oh, so you have one of those too'. which is mostly a ref to how both the scarecrow n' jack were called 'the reject from land of oz' by other characters. they can rejoice here.

4. the develish & undead duo!! my friend once told me to try n' watch older superhero cartoons, and at first i was like 'welp, they prob be hella boring'. but then i caved in, n' watched a couple of superfriends episodes. as result, i fell in love with their scarecrow's desingh! it was unexpected tbh. usually, i prefer jon's older, classic scarecrow look. so no straw hair, less features exposed, just a hat n' a sack on his head, but their version of him actually did it for me. i find their crane both creepy n' cute. n' i also read on wiki, that he might be undead. so that bit interested me as well. non-human jonathan crane, what a concept! him returning from the grave just to be a menace to batman. n' to accompany him, there is an undead jack o' lantern from the ghost rider comic. his corpse literally got possessed by satan. anyways, both of them raised army of zombies. both of them undead n' prob won't ever get out of their spooky suits, since i don't think that they can. n' funny enough, jack's hometown was called sleepy hollows, if i remember correctly. so they can haunt people there, make it into a truly cursed land.

5. the last one was kinda spontaneous on my part. the other day, i was looking at what kind of action figures the scarecrow n' jack have. saw one, where jon was looking kinda strange, all black n' yellow. which is how i find out that he *apparently* got yellow lantern powers in newer comics, even if it was like for 10 seconds or smth. i didn't read the issue itself, but i found the idea kinda fun, n' his design was decent enough for me to get interested n' wonder what i can do with it. then, a bit later, i saw that jack had a venom-funko figure. i don't think, that he was ever canonically venomized in any of the actual comic issues, but once again, the mere idea of it happening was enough for me to consider doing smth with it. i mean, a venom-like tongue, but its made out of fire? dang. that's kinda cool. so yeah. the yellow lantern scarecrow n' symbiote jack o' lantern being the double trouble. if they weren't enough of a mean goblin-man before, now they surely will be.

[randybutternubber]

Yippee!!! OC time! This is Angel!

(Art made with a Picrew)

She's a LN child, except due to the weird screwiness of The Nowhere, she has wings. She's 10 years old and isn't very good at flying, but she still can as a last resort. She likes helping other kids, usually by causing a distraction while using her wings to stay out of danger. She can still be knocked out of the air by ranged attacks tho, such as The Butlers telekinesis, The Hunters gun, The Viewers sonic screech attack, etc.

Backstory:

She was raised in a place called The Aviary, run by a monster called The Keeper. The Keeper had extremely long and thin arms and legs, paired with a tiny torso and very tall head. It would keep children contained in cages extremely high above the ground. Occasionally, it would take one and drop it from a massive height, seemingly trying to teach them to fly. Most children died on impact. Those who didn’t were taken and put into individual cages, closer to the center, where they were “cared for” more thoroughly by The Keeper, until they died from their injuries soon after. Angel, due to her wings, is the only one who survived without injury. She had tried to fly away, but had been caught by The Keeper, who seemed overjoyed at a true success. It had taken her and placed her in the pride of place, a golden cage in the middle of the Aviary. It always pays special attention to her, bringing her more food and little gifts, as well as taking the time to stroke her wings or head. Basically treating her like a beloved pet. She hates it. She doesn’t like being caged, she finds The Keeper revolting, and she is incredibly lonely. 

She often watches the other children grouped in the other cages, taking note of how they, while far from being happy, share a sense of companionship with one another. One of them talked to her once. He was close enough that they could speak to each other. He was the one who had given her her name, saying she reminded him of stories he’d heard about Guardian Angels. However, The Keeper had walked in while the two of them were mid-sentence, and upon witnessing their conversation, it had immediately “tested” the boy. Angel can still remember the screams as the boy fell, and the sickening crack as he hit the floor. She’d stared in shock as The Keeper had picked up his limp body off the floor, before opening its mouth and sliding the boy in. It was only when she felt The Keepers hand patting her wings that she fully processed what had happened, breaking down and crying. She never tried to speak to another kid again, and they never tried to speak to her either. She tells herself that it wasn’t her fault, that he would’ve died eventually anyway, but sometimes despair overwhelms her to the point that this isn’t enough. After The Keeper dies (TBD) and she and the others escape, she feels even worse about it, wondering if he would’ve lived long enough to escape if it weren’t for her.

This is all I've got rn! Feel free to ask questions! And thanks for reading this! :D

I LOVE THIS!!!

I like the idea of that sort of twisted affection the keeper has for angel, she’s his prized pet, not a person or his child, just a pet.

I also can’t imagine the sort of guilt and pain from that kind of self imposed isolation that she endured. In a way, I’m sure a lot of ln kids probably have similar experiences causing some to be very closed off to communication. Not to mention the idea of “being alone in a room full of life” that’s going on with her being surrounded with other children yet ultimately being forced to not interact with them for their own safety and still being forced to watch them to fall to their deaths.

She’s in a literal prison made of gold. I also love the irony of her having wings yet still being trapped. In a terrible way, the very thing that saved her from dying while falling was what led to her being not just imprisoned again, but special in a terrible, terrible way.

If you have any more refs for her I’d love to draw her some time. Feel free to visit my ask box or dm me any time I’m always open to talking

[baby--b4t]

hey snookums it’s me again :3 I have another minific or bot idea that i’m just leaving here because my ideas are spilling out of my head like soup rn :p

dottore (somehow) being trusted to babysit pantalone’s little, and he just doesn’t know what to do at all. “you want a beer?” “he’s four!!”/ref

the sillies I lub them :3

-🐠

PLEASE KEEP SENDING ME LITTLE IDEAS LIKE THIS (this goes for everyone !!) these ideas help me with my writers block and give me inspiration for other stuff (*^▽^*) I DID KINDA GO OFF TOPIC WITH THIS ONE but its still silly stuff with dottore :3

(minific under the cut)

"Why am I being put in charge of someone with the mental capacity of a child?" Dottore grimaced as he cleaned off one of his counters. He had planned to start on a new experiment today, but it was clear that was going to have to be put on hold for the time being.

"Oh please, dont sound so disgusted by it." Pantalone replied, setting you down in a nearby chair. "I just need you to watch them for a little bit while I attend a meeting. Everyone else is away or busy at the moment. A couple hours is all I ask, Dottore."

Dottore was clearly not the happiest about the situation, but he understood. He let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Fine! But if that little parasite messes with any of my equipment and breaks something, I expect better equipment to replace it with." He grumbled, turning to set a box of flasks aside.

Pantalone smiled slightly, setting down your bag he had packed for you.

"There are snacks, toys, an extra pacifier, and a change of clothes in there for the little one. Oh! There are also a few comfort items in case they start having a meltdown. Take care not to lose those, would you?" The man explained as he gave you a gentle hug. "Now, you be on your best behavior for Dottore, alright darling?"

You whined and tried to keep Pantalone with you, but he left you with Dottore in the end. He knew you would be upset, you always were when he left, but he reassured you he would be back very soon. Dottore watched you for a moment, not entirely sure how to care for someone as vulnerable and innocent as you.

"So... What is it that Im supposed to do with you, parasite?" He asked, leaning on a nearby counter as he seemed to study you. "Do you need fed or something?"

You reached into the bag Pantalone had packed for you and pulled out a small stuffed animal. Dottore tilted his head quizzically.

"A toy? Hm..." He thought for a moment, debating on just putting you on a makeshift leash somewhere until Pantalone came back. Play time wasnt really something he wanted to participate in. He wasnt at all fit to handle such childish things... But he couldnt lie and say he didnt find it intriguing.

"Do you play with it? Like a doll or puppet?" Dottore crouched next to the chair you sat in. You shook your head at him and hugged your stuffy close to your chest.

"Ah, I see. Is it like a companion to you?" Dottore smiled slightly, looking more creepy than happy. That somehow made you giggle. You tried to hide your face a little bit in hopes that he wouldnt see you, but it was fruitless.

"What? Whats so funny to you, parasite-" Dottore frowned slightly, trying to look at your face as you continued to try and hide away from him. The way he spoke and seemed frustrated seemed rather funny to you as well. The giggles wouldnt stop coming out of you no matter how much you tried to suppress them.

After a bit of pestering, Dottore finally just picked you up to get your attention.

"I didnt think looking after you would prove to be... So exhilarating." He mumbled, walking over to a more cleaned out area to keep you for the time being. Be stopped in his tracks as he heard you mimicking him, or what he thought was mimicry. You were just trying to repeat the word 'exhilarating' and figure it out and Dottore took that as you trying to poke fun at him.

Dottore sat you in a small corner with the blanket Pantalone brought you with. He chuckled as he plotted trying to get revenge for your 'mocking', feeling as though being a bit silly at a time like this wouldnt hurt.

"Well, well, well.. A misbehaving brat, hm? I know what will fix that behavior quickly." Dottore smiled once more, moving his hands to your side to try and tickle you. That was the start of a nearly twenty minute tickle battle between the two of you.

Dottore finally admitted defeat and was sat in the corner he originally put you in. He crossed his arms over his chest, pouting slightly.

"Im the adult here. Why do I have to sit in the corner?" He questioned, leaning against the wall slightly. You yawned and babbled something in response to him, but it was all gibberish to the man. He sighed and pulled you close to himself, settling you on his lap.

"Youre yawning so that must mean youre tired, right? How about we play a quieter game that ends in you falling asleep, hm?" Dottore suggested as he moved some hair out of your face. You perked up, reaching into your bag and pulling out a simple story book.

Dottore furrowed his brows under his mask for a moment. He didnt want to read a childrens book, but the pleading look on your fave made him cave.

"Give it here-" He grumbled before opening the front cover. You had shifted a bit, holding your stuffed animal and being covered in your blanket nicely. Dottore made sure to support your body with one arm as he held the book with his other.

"Once upon a time..." The man began to read the story aloud to you, his voice quieting slightly. He felt you starting to relax in his embrace, getting comfortable for your nap. He had no more than finished the story before realizing you fell asleep.

"Well that didnt take long." Dottore mumbled, trying to speak softly to make sure he didnt wake you up. He adjusted the two of you a bit, leaning comfortably against the wall with you all snuggled up in his lap. It wasnt long before he found himself dreaming alongside you.

Pantalone came back into Dottores lab after the meeting, expecting to be met with chaos and tears. The man was worried that Dottore would end up being a bad babysitter or that you couldve gotten into something. He let out a sigh of relief as he saw the two of you cuddling, but was a bit confused as to why you were cuddling in a corner.

You sat in Dottores lap, playing with one of your toys as he was still fast asleep. Your naps were quick and easy, so it wasnt surprising to see you were awake after only about an hour of sleeping.

"Well, look at that. You wore poor Dottore out, didnt you sweetheart?" Pantlone chuckled as he reached down to pick you up. He cradled you in his arms, planting a small kiss on the crown of your head.

You looked back down at Dottore, thinking for a moment before trying to throw down your blanket to him. Pantalone saw your efforts and smiled.

"Should we tuck him in so he can finish his nap?" He asked as he set you back down so you could cover him up. You pulled the blanket up further on him, up to his shoulders, before tucking your stuffed animal in with him.

"Such a thoughtful little dear." Pantalone praised, gently ruffling your hair.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Monkey King: Hero is Back Au/Sequel details:

Old post of ideas and theories - made before I experienced the game.

May name the au and/or fic "Hero Rebound" as a ref to the ship nam eof Dasheng and his LEM.

Mixing some elements found in the video game as the added lore is cool af but a bit messy. Also the old man that raised Liuer deserves recognition.

Putting characters under Read More:

Major Characters:

Dasheng/Sun Wukong/"The Great Sage Equal to Heaven":

Going by the prequel concept poster; Was born/hatched looking like a coconut macaroon.

Secretly a herbalism/medical nerd. In the games he keeps a little guide of the medicinal plants and materials he finds.

Babysat a lot on Huaguo. In the english dub he even seems to default to asking if Liuer needs a babysitter.

Instincts take over a lot. Will pull the kids towards him and groom fur thats not even there.

Is tramatized by his experience in the Trigram Furnace.

Desperately wishes to find Erlang Shen so he can kick his ass.

Tries to play it cool; but Liuer's death actually tramatized him. He fears losing him again.

Don't touch Liuer or Silly Girl. Those are his babies now. He will kill you.

Zhanshi/Six Earred Macaque/Liu er Mihou/"Great Sage Informing Wind":

An oc/JTTW character variation; Was a member of the Brotherhood of Sages during her and Dasheng's youth. The LMK OC Picrew was used to create a rough image of her.

Sweetest ray of bustling sunshine compared to her gloomier mate. Will still kill any being that dares touch one of her subjects.

Severely injured during the Burning on Mount Huaguo - permanetly damaging her right eye and ears. Dasheng had assumed she'd died during the battle after he was tossed into the Furnace.

Honorary grandma to the little monkeys of Mount Huaguo. Helped raise many of them after the Burning while their parents foraged and worked the land.

Finds a weird Stone Egg that crashed down after the solar eclipse. Now everyone seems to want the dang thing. Realised what the egg truly was when she heard the flutters of a heartbeat from within.

First time Liuer accidentally called her "Mama", Zhanshi cried for two hours.

Pls do not touch the baby monkeys. She will bite. And crush.

Jiang Liuer/"Tripitaka"/Current Incarnation of Golden Cicada:

Died during the battle with Hundun - but Dasheng basically smashed down the doors of the Celestial Realm and begged the gods/bodhisattvas to bring his biy back.

Is bedbound and near comatose for 49 days as his body and soul heals.

Dasheng sacrificed his powers, freedom, and some of his dao/life energy for Liuer's revival. Liuer may or may not be part-stone monkey now.

Liuer doesn't know what happened to his parents. He assumed he was abandoned. His time in Diyu-Limbo clears this assumption up - learning that his parents died protecting him from mountain trolls/yao that wanted him for his delicious holy soul.

Can be a feral little guy at times. He was raised by a hermit after all.

Calls Fa Ming "granddad" in the english dub, so it's possible he just assumes Fa Ming is his granddad.

Is desperate for a mother figure.

Sha Ya Tou/"Silly Girl"/"A-nan":

A very cheerful baby despite her situation.

Is not 100% human.

Hundun specifically needed her for the ritual.

First word ends up being "Bima!" (horse) after someone mentioned "Bimawen".

Zhu Bajie/"Uncle Pigsy"/Marshal Canopy:

Lies that he's the reincarnated Pagoda King to scare demons. And because nobody outside of Heaven knows who Marshal Canopy is.

Gets real quiet when people bring up the story of Chang'e for some reason...

Amazing uncle figure. Notices that Liuer is sad during the movie's song sequence and uses his transformation ability to let the little guy experience flying.

Most of the time on the road he lets the kids use his stomach as a pillow.

Sha Wujing/"Sandy":

Another oc/JTTW character variation since no Sandy-equivalent appears in Hero is Back. Also made in the LMK OC Picrew.

She/they

Dresses very masculine but loves accessorising with flowers, shells, bones, pretty rock etcs.

Zhu Bajie shot her a wink and Sha Wujing had to politely explain that she wasn't interested in men in general. The two then bonded over their shared love for women.

Encounters the Seven Spider Sisters and... ohhh mama.

Sifu Fa Ming/"Grandpa":

Just some really cool old human dude.

Has a Diogenes-esque view of life, and does not care for monks and religious officials living in luxury. Self-exiled himself from his Vihara so that he could persue a simpler life.

Raised the baby he found (named "Little River Float/Jiang Liuer" cus thats what the baby was) with whatever he could find. Pretty much all alms he gained were used for food and clothes for his adopted grandchild. And from what the opening credits show, Fa Ming travelled with Liuer on his back through rain, snow, and shine.

Considers finding Liuer a blessing from the Buddha. Something he's somewhat correct on.

Was the first one to introduce Liuer to the legend of the Monkey King - as a cautionary tale to not be covetous. He did not anticipate Liuer thinking the monkey demon was the coolest person in all of Buddhist mythos. Fa Ming sighs, maybe that doll of his influenced that too.

His english va is James Hong, aka Mr Ping from Kung Fu Panda and he gives the best english performance imo. James Hong just be playing ancient chinese men who find and adopt a random baby they find.

Canglong/"The Dragon":

Isn't Ao Lie/Bai Longma... but is one of his dads. Canglong and Ao Run are a thing. Ganglong was once a regular rain dragon who saw that the newly-appointed King Ao Run of the "Western Sea" (in the mythos the older three called dibs on the actual seas around China) trying to build a canal from the Yellow River. Canglong called down a great rain to help make the in-land sea/lake that would become Qinghai Lake. The two dragon bonded over their effort and well... dragon pups occured.

I hc that the Western Sea kingdom is a lot more chill than it's empire-like brothers, so these guys are flying and swimming freely all around the place.

In the film the dragon and Dasheng just sorta team-up off screen. In the game they have Guanyin bring the boys straight to the Western Sea Palace (in the sky) to ask for a dragon assist. Canglong fought Hundun and the other three Perils before alongside "Shunwang" - a human with a sword. "Shunwang" is likely a reference to Emperor Shun of the "Three Soverigns and Five Emperors"-era of Chinese mythos (same era as Nuwa, Fuxi, and Shennong) and predecesor of Yu the Great; who ultimately tamed the waters with Ruyi Jingu Bang (Sun Wukong's future staff). Emperor Shun in mythos beat the stuffing out of the Four Perils - though not the same ones that include Hundun - rather Gonggong who broke the Heavenly Pillar.

Adding on to the lore from the HiB game: Canglong teamed up with humanity during the Great Flood to help curb the flood waters. Here he met Shunwang, who's goal was to kill the Four Perils and God that helped cause the Flood. Canglong thought that was cool af and got all the dragons involved to help. The Four Perils are sadly all concepts and you really can't 100% kill them, so they all ended up sealed away instead. By the time of Dasheng's release; Hundun (blind chaos) got out. Canglong was in the same area as the gang looking for Hundun to apprehend him - when Sun Wukong ran up to him with info on what Hundun had planned, Canglong agreed to help no questions asked.

As in game canon: Helps the gang return the stolen children. I hc through amazing sense of smell. Canglong doesn't hang around for long though, as Ao Run immediately flies over, worried out of his mind for his injured mate, and brings him home. Canglong and Ao Run do however have a cheeky white-scaled dragon pup that likes to pretend to be horse and is obsessed with the legendary Bimawen...

Hundun and the Great Perils:

A squad of four primordial concepts set loose when the destructive water god Gonggong destroyed the Heavenly Pillar. Their goal? Take out the newly-formed humanity.

Among them was (as taken from Chinese mythos):

‣Qiongqi/窮奇/"poor and strange": Deviousness. Said to devour the innocent/noble people, and serve evil ones. Said to either possess the body of a flying tiger or a carnivorous ox. Killed at the hands of Emperor Shun.

‣Taotie/餮/"greedy glutton": Gluttony. Said to have the head of a ding/bronze vessel that consumes all. Has the body of an ungulate, and the voice of a baby. Some believe it to be the reincarnated form of Chi You - the decapitated enemy of the Yellow Emperor.

‣ Taowu/檮杌/"stupid stump": Ignorance. Personifies the stubborness of man, and the refusal to learn. Resembles a sabre-toothed tiger.

‣ Hundun/混沌/"chaotic torrent: Chaos. Like chaos it's true form is blind and directionless. Mythology says that attempts were made to give it holes in which to see, breath, and eat, but it immediately died and reincarnated into "an evil creature".

Nuwa, alongside Shunwang and the dragons, and a bunch of other allies, kicked the Perils butts but couldn't 100% kill them. The compromise was exile/sealing them away indefinitely. Hundun in his original form was attemtped to be rehabitilated, but upon gaining sight and the ability to breathe - died and reincarnated into the human-reptilian avatar we see in the film.

"Hundun" is an extenstion of primordial chaos itself - a thing that isn't inherently evil and was born alongside Pangu when the World Egg hatched. The demon king however, has merely a chunk of the power held by his original life.

Hundun in his current form may have died... but the soul within has move on into something else. Child-like chaos cannot be contained.

[justsomekpopstuff]

ateez as a hockey team - part 3

A/N: When I say that hockey!ateez has been living in my head rent free for ages, I mean it. If you also enjoy hockey, or want to learn more, feel free to reach out!

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part 1 | part 2 | part 4

their team colors are red and black based on nothing but vibes

their team mascot can only be described as some sort of cowboy/pirate rapscallion type that matches their chaotic anarchist vibe

one game, both starting goaltender!Mingi and backup goaltender!Yeosang were taken out, meaning the team needed an emergency backup goaltender, or EBUG for short

No one on the team knew of anyone outside who they could call in to fill in their goaltender position, and the refs were about to make them forfeit the game. That's when they had the brilliant idea to take forward!Jongho, slap some goaltending gear on him, and put him in net because, by their definition "he's good at everything so he'll be fine". They ended up winning that game.

their first season as a whole team, at their very first practice, the whole team collectively decided that they needed to do some "bonding activities"

That "bonding activity" ended up being a Goaltender Joust. Starting goaltender!Mingi and backup goaltender!Yeosang got dressed in full gear, and were set to carry teammates on their backs and charge at each other like an actual joust, with hockey sticks as the lances. The first two to participate, based on size alone, were forward!Hongjoong, the captain, and forward!Wooyoung. How no one broke anything besides hockey sticks that day is a miracle that their managers cannot explain.

Despite being the backup, backup goaltender!Yeosang is the first goaltender on the team and in their league to score a goaltender goal

Goalie goals are incredibly rare, so when it happened the entire arena was in an uproar. Yeosang didn't even realize he had scored until the entire team barreled down on him and pretty much tackled him to the ice with joy. He swears to this day that he just meant to get the puck to the other side of the ice.

best tape job: forward!Seonghwa, who tapes with absolute precision and perfection before every single game

worst tape job: forward!Wooyoung, who tapes like a nightmare but he says it gets the job done

forward!Hongjoong got into his first official fight a few seasons in after a player from the other team started to get a little to violent with his younger teammates for his liking

He ended up winning the fight, but didn't expect what came next. The fight ended up going viral online because the player that Hongjoong had fought was quite a bit larger than him. It didn't help that someone made an edit of Hongjoong looming over this player during the fight with the "Troubled Birds" meme text that says "I'm three ounces of whoop-ass" over it. The team printed the meme photos out and got it framed in the locker room, and they always take one on the road. Defenseman!Yunho swears its for "good luck" and not because it makes him die laughing ever time he sees it.

when the three stars of the game are announced at home games, the players will throw one of three things into the stands - rabbit plushies, cowboy/pirate plushies, or foam swords (all are fan favorites)

defenseman!Yunho can no longer be mic'd up during games for behind-the-scenes content because the first and only time he did it, he was so loud he broke the microphone

forward!Jongho is known throughout the league as Hockey One-Punch Man

Everyone on the team already knew that Jongho was secretly freakishly strong, but the rest of the league had to learn the hard way. A player from the other team decided to "snow" backup goaltender!Yeosang and get up in his face, poking Yeosang with his stick rather aggressively. Jongho, in his fresh-faced rookie season glory, said "absolutely the fuck NOT" and skated over there to try and get the player to stop. The player then tried to tease and pick on Jongho instead like “oh you think you’re so scary”. That's when Jongho dropped the gloves just one-punched him and knocked the other player out cold. No one fucks with Jongho again, especially when they realized that he was punching with his RIGHT hand, and Jongho is LEFT handed.

The team is banned from doing many things on the road, including roughhousing in the hotel rooms, courtesy of defenseman!San and forward!Wooyoung

The particular ban around roughhousing was implemented very quickly into their second season while they were on the road, when everyone quickly realized that these two in particular were chaos incarnate when rooming together. It was late at night when the whole team's floor woke up to a very loud yelp of pain. Come to find out that the two of them were roughhousing, and San, completely on accident, broke Wooyoung's wrist. They were never allowed to room together again, and now forward!Seonghwa is in charge of bed-checks.

[inkbedou]

L1X14N - ADS!Lix

and finally, also made by me, we got ADS!Lix; L1X14N!

a quite literally perfect android fighter tasked to protect the humans in the Invincible II and their colony. although maybe 'perfect' isnt the right word...

more info about him under the read more!

is an android!! look at the robot go!!

very quiet, kinda nonchalant and standoffish but never in a cool guy type way, more like aloof, i guess? his brain is full of elevator music

has emotions, and he can detect he has them but not really what they are or mean

like i put in the ref sheet, i imagined he'd like making music with music pads or midi fighters, but of course only when he has time

ok, so i might have gone a little crazy with this one but HEAR ME OUT

i imagined that if he were to be a part of the story, that in some alternate universe L1X would realize that all the wormhole buisness happens because of Engineer. and as his job is literally to ensure the safety of the colonists, he decides to jump into the wormhole looking for Engie. this chase would get more and more frustrating tho, as L1X can find many Marks but not Engineer, and stresses as the more time he takes to find Engie, the more that the colonists will be hurt/traumatized. not to mention the betrayal, i mean, L1X would probably think that Engie meant what he was doing. In the end tho, i imagine that he wouldnt have a big part in the ending (i like that the captain and Engie have their moment), but that after all of it got resolved that he'd still remember everything that happened, so i guess more trauma for the poor android :(

his cat companion is a white oriental shorthair named Sequilho! sequilhos are brazilian cookies, i have this vid from Dylan B Hollis that shows the recipe, its so simple i should really try them sometime :D https://www.youtube.com/shorts/9rPCwLZ42Kg (recipe video)

and poor L1X is completely in love with this cat. if it sits on his lap he feels so much emotion towards it he cant bring himself to move it. he has a back pocket on his pants specifically designed for the cat to sit in while he works. you cant get it away from him.

someone who worked on him once tried to take the cat away from him and he lost all will to live. Engie and Gunther had to go get the cat back so that L1X could actually work again.

idk why i designed him to look kinda like a porcelain doll, but it looks pretty cool! tho obvs he's made of some stronger material XD also, he's made to look kinda weirdly human, so his "blush" is painted on.

the light blue lights are illuminated parts that show the inside of the wiring. whether the color can be changed to others like those rgb lights remains to be seen.

and finally, his weapon of choice is usually his two laser guns, though he knows how to fight with any weapon B)

aaa these three were so fun to do, im so happy with how they came out! although i have to admit there was a fourth idea that never really went anywhere. cause if we got lix in all areas of the ship, an alien!lix isnt that farfetched. it wasnt a bad idea at all, i just didnt have a good idea for it, but it could totally be made XD! maybe someday ill make it...

[milkman-zahhak]

Cal and Leo Halloween special PART 2

I hope you guys enjoy, this one is kinda longer than usual- or maybe it just feels that way because it gets a bit deeper than just horny ramblings this time. Or tries to, idk, don't wanna give myself too much credit. also, it's nothing too serious, but I feel like I should put a trigger warning for religious trauma implications? I'm an autistic virgin loser so obviously I've never been in such a situation in which I was able to express these things verbally with another person, but considering I'm pulling the emotion/train of thought directly from my own head, It's probably safe to say that this situation could feasibly match up for someone out there.

As usual, read the red text up here first! Even though it's taken somewhat seriously as a story, THIS POST CONTAINS KINK/FETISH MATERIAL having to do with BELLIES FULL OF FOOD and the effects thereafter! This story has a bit of everything for everyone, it has SAY GEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS, we're gonna be talking about the PENIS, we'll be talking about ERUCTO, do you think that's funny, butthead? do you find it amusing that we'll be talking about EPROCTO (mentioned), EMETO (mentioned), belly stuffing, oral receival of genital emissions (idk a clean way to say that one honestly) BDSM dynamics, and.. we will definitely be spending a lot of time talking about MASTURBATION! and for the YouTube movie-critics, we even have a realistic depiction of a panic attack! /ref

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(continuing from PART 1) Leo couldn't help but grin as Cal chose the second option, seeing it as a challenge rather than a punishment. This was going to be interesting. He stood up and walked over to grab the remaining three bags of candy and bring them closer to the bed, so Cal didn't have to get up. Cal watched Leo with anticipation, excitement and a bit of nervousness mixed in.

Cal requested to clean up first, wash the candy residue off his hands and face, and change into more comfortable clothes. Leo agreed that this was in both of their best interests. Watching Cal waddle out of the room to the bathroom, Leo felt a sense of satisfaction settle deep inside him. Once the door clicked shut, he let out a huge sigh and flopped onto the bed, only to tensely curl up in thought. He. Just. Did. That.

Leo tried not to think with his dick, but lately, letting his dick have a little authority in his decision-making has proven to yield very desirable results. One of the most obvious and important ones being that he now has a boyfriend, which in his mind, was previously a dream equivalent in attainability to winning the lottery. His bold choices, at least when made around Cal, seem to be worth the gamble. It was exhilarating, to say the least. He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, looking at the three bags of candy on the floor of Cal's room.

As Cal took his sweet time in the bathroom, delaying the inevitable, Leo couldn't help but let his imagination run wild…

He had never been one to take charge, always letting Cal lead the way. But seeing how easily Cal was falling into this game... how he seemed to enjoy the idea of being punished for something so trivial, Leo felt a surge of confidence.

God, he had always been attracted to Cal's confidence, how sure he was of himself and his decisions, and now that Leo had taken charge, even if it was just for a simple thing like this, he couldn't help but feel like he was living out one of his many fantasies in a dream rather than real life. Seeing Cal's willingness to play along was making Leo's heart race with excitement.

He knew that Cal could probably see right through him, that all he had to do was show any sort of opposition or refusal, and Leo would have instantly backed out of this whole act and done whatever it was that Cal suggested instead. If Cal had said "no, Leo, that's a dumb idea and I don't know what made you think you have that kind of authority over me, lmao" Leo would have agreed and would never try to pull that kind of shit again.. It's not like Cal had ever denied him anything before, but this was the first time he's tried actively taking charge- the fact that Cal, the guy who called all the shots, was allowing Leo to set the rules so easily... It made him feel powerful in so many different ways.

  Cal stepped out of the shower, taking note that as he rubbed the washcloth around his middle, his lower belly still felt hard and yucky. Not bloated, he wasn't very gassy (anymore). But bloated with a solid hunk of sugar. Try as he might, he wasn't able to make any progress on the toilet, so everything from last night still sat low in his gut somewhere. He didn't feel sick anymore, but he sure as hell didn't feel hungry. He felt like he had a trick-or-treat bowl-filler sized bag of candy in his belly. Which makes sense, all things considered- yes, that is the exact situation he seems to be in right now.

As he dried off, he couldn't help but think that Leo's attempts at dominance were more adorable than anything else. Cal had always been the assertive one between them, the one who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. Seeing Leo suddenly get confident in his decision making was a shock, but a welcome one he had been hoping to experience for years. He hoped his willingness to play along would encourage Leo to speak his mind more often. Cal was willing to be kinky, to try new things, but he doesn't have anything he's dying to try out on his own. He knew Leo had numerous tastes and that he had spent his whole life up until now denying himself the pleasure to explore any of them outside of his computer screen when he thought he was all alone.

He thought back to his days making fetish videos, the kinds of comments and requests he would get, how many new things he learned about simply from the interactions he got on his own content. He could only imagine what kinds of things a freaky little web sleuth like Leo is probably itching to see. He wants to show his socially-underdeveloped boyfriend that this is a safe space to do stuff like that.

Cal returned to the room, dressed comfortably in sweats and a loose t-shirt. He approached Leo hesitantly, "Can I eat normal food between the bags of candy? To switch up the palate?" he asked, trying to hide the slight tremor in his voice.

Leo looked up at Cal, feigning a stern expression. He knew that Cal had a point, the last thing he wanted was a repeat of the events of their notorious pizza movie night and let Cal push himself until he puked, but he wanted to see how far he could push this new dynamic too. He crossed his arms and leaned back on the bed, "Hmmm, I don't know. That sounds like you're trying to cheat the system." Leo said, trying to sound authoritative. "Also, really bold thing to ask. Is the candy really not enough for you? I know you love challenging yourself but I'm not stupid, if one bag of candy had you passed out all messy on your bed like that, I don't think you'll make it through 3 more bags and then 3 meals on top of it"

Cal bit his lower lip, looking down at the floor. He knew that Leo didn't really mean it, but he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. "Please, Leo? I know what you mean, it's just- I gotta change the flavors or else I get sick of eating, like, sweet sugary candy in one sitting." Cal persuaded, "I know you don't want me to puke it all back up... we have the whole day, right? breaks would make it easier for me to eat all of them..."

Leo paused for a moment, pretending to think it over. Inside, he was fighting a smile. This was fun. "I'll think about it," he finally said, "maybe if you can behave yourself." Cal's eyes lit up, and he couldn't hide the grin spreading across his face. "Thank you, Leo!" He said, relief evident in his tone. Leo's heart skipped a beat at Cal's enthusiasm. He felt greedy and selfish for just how much he enjoyed when Cal was so eager to please him. He liked it. He liked it a lot. He didn't feel like he deserved any of it though.

Leo really isn't used to allowing himself to feel pleasure (especially not sexual pleasure, and ESPECIALLY especially not something degenerate like a fetish) without drowning himself in equal- if not greater amounts of guilt afterwards to make up for it. But, as he's recently learned to do, he let his dick do the thinking for now- and he would punish himself for it at a later time. Right now, he had a cute, squishy, eager man, quite literally at his feet and ready to obey his commands.

"Now come here and sit down," Leo commanded gently, patting the spot next to him on the bed. Cal obeyed, sitting down on the bed, lying back against the pillows.

Leo reached for the first bag of candy, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. This was uncharted territory for him, but he was enjoying the control. He rummaged through the bag, inspecting the contents carefully. "Hmmm," Leo started, "What's this? A pack of Sour Patch Kids?" he asked teasingly, inspecting the candy in his hands, pulling it out for a closer look. "I really don't like sour candy, so I've never tried 'em. You do though, right? are they any good?"

Cal was a bit flustered by the suspiciously sudden change in attitude, but he couldn't help but smile. "I mean not if you don't like sour candy," he said playfully, "that's kind of the main appeal of it, it's in the name and everything." Leo laughed via a short burst of air out of his nose, then rolled his eyes "No, dipshit! I mean like if you're someone who does, is it good in terms of sour candy, or is it mid compared to something else? Like, how in terms of lollipops, Dum Dums are way better than Blow Pops."

Cal thought for a moment, locking in and taking this into serious consideration. "Uh, hmmm.. kinda hard to say since Sour Patch Kids are, like, their own thing altogether. I guess those Trolli worms are comparable- and they're more fun to eat, but I haven't had 'em in years, so I don't know where they rank flavor-wise.."

Careful not to smile too big or get too casual just yet. He wanted to make sure Cal knew that he was serious about this.

Leo spoke up, taking advantage of the fact that Cal was going to be chewing, "Well, then," he started, opening the wrapper and popping a Sour Patch Kid into Cal's mouth, "Since, none of this is gonna taste very new to you, because you already taste tested everything last night..." Cal looked away at this, and let out a soft sigh as the candy started to disintegrate on his tongue, savoring the sweetness before it turned sour, trying not to think too hard about his embarrassing Halloween-night binge. Leo continued, "Let's make sure you don't forget the taste today.~"

Leo couldn't help but stare, watching as Cal's lips closed around the candy, just barely avoiding biting the hand that fed him. Instead, he felt the humidity of Cal's breath on his fingertips for a moment. He watched the tip of his tongue poking out after the fact to lick the sugar residue off his lips. It was a simple gesture, but it sent a jolt straight to Leo's groin. He cleared his throat, trying to regain composure as he fed his roommate the rest of the sour candies, and grabbed another different piece of candy while he chewed the gummy.

Leo picked up a Milky Way bar from the bag, examining it between his fingers. He set it aside, dug through the bag, and set a few more aside into a small pile beside him. Cal watched longingly, Milky Ways were his favorite chocolate!... aside from 100Grands. or Twix. He had a lot of favorites.

He felt a twinge of jealousy as he watched Leo's thumb trace the ridges of the wrapper, considering if he should give it to him or eat it himself.

Cal couldn't help but whine softly, "Leoooo, please don't eat that. That's my favorite!" He looked at Leo with puppy eyes, hoping it would make him reconsider. Leo smirked, knowing exactly how much Cal loved Milky Ways. He unwrapped the bite-sized mini candy bar and ate it hungrily, watching Cal squirm. "Aww, come on Leo! That's not fair! You know it's my favorite too!" Cal whined. Leo chuckled and continued to pick out the Milky Ways to put in a separate pile for himself "Duh, Cal. This is supposed to be a punishment for you, not a treat."

Leo opened another one, taking a small bite. "I haven't eaten anything yet, y'know. I haven't even had breakfast. I woke up to find you'd been gorging yourself, remember?" Cal's eyes followed the motion of Leo's jaw, watching as he chewed the chocolate. He felt a mix of annoyance and arousal. But then Leo spoke again, "Besides, you should be grateful that I'm eating this instead of you. This is lightening your load after all." Cal groaned internally. It was true. He knew that he couldn't argue with Leo's logic. Every candy eaten by Leo was a piece of candy that he wasn't going to have to eat himself, but that didn't stop him from trying. "I wanna at least enjoy the flavors before I start to get really full, pleeeaaase?" Cal begged, but Leo only laughed in response.

Leo took another bite, savoring the taste of caramel and nougat. "Dude, no. You can't get me on this, you already decided to 'enjoyed the flavors' last night," he said with a mouthful, "This is all on you... mph.. Don't worry, I'm only eating some candy to hold me over until I can make breakfast," he swallowed before continuing to speak, "...Besides, it's not like I'm gonna eat all of them, I'm not a hog like you, heh. You'll still get to eat Milky Ways, just not yet."

Leo grinned, taking advantage of Cal's vulnerability and feeding him another piece of candy, watching him struggle to keep up with the pace. "This'll make up for it, right?" He cooed, unwrapping chocolate candies and gently pressing them to Cal's lips for him to eat. He was really getting into his role.

The tension in the room was palpable as Cal's cheeks began to puff out, looking more and more like a squirrel hoarding food. He tried his best to chew as fast as possible, but the sheer volume of sugar was starting to overwhelm him. Cal's cheeks were flushed, and Leo couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction seeing him like this. The candy was having the desired effect, making him regretful and desperate for relief.

Cal would try swallowing multiple times in a row, little by little, all with his mouth still full. Leo stopped and waited a little longer each time, seeing as Cal was taking longer and longer to actually force anything down. Once he seemed to finally swallow the mouthful he was on, Leo popped another piece of candy into Cal's mouth, a simple, sticky, wrapped caramel square. Cal tried to protest, but all that came out was a muffled moan as he struggled to chew. The first of the 3 remaining bags is almost gone now.

Leo held another chocolate up to Cal's lips, expecting him to take a few moments before letting it in, but a few moments passed, and then more. The chocolate was melting on Cal's lips, which were pursed shut, still chewing the caramel. "You can't delay the inevitable, bud.." Leo joked, but Cal didn't seem to find it funny. He seemed to be more focused on himself.

He swallowed down some of the caramel, his stomach bubbling as he did so. Another attempt to swallow, and another. With a final, strained gulp, he'd managed to push the sticky candy down his throat. Before anything else could be shoved in, he turned his head away "Leo..." Cal managed to choke out, "I...I need a break... don't feel good." He gasped. "Too sweet.. sticky.. can't swallow..I feel sick.." He looked genuinely queasy, and Leo couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him. He took the melting chocolate in his hand back and set it aside onto a napkin. Leo nodded, "Alright, fine. We can take a break." He stood up from his position on the bed and stretched, "But you know, I am kinda hungry. Let me make us breakfast. I've been feeding you, so your hands should be nice and clean, you can rest in here and rub your belly and stuff, okay?" Cal nodded gratefully, his stomach still rolling from the influx of sugar. Leo walked over to the kitchen, leaving Cal lying on the bed, feeling sick and defeated.

Leo moved around the kitchen efficiently, cracking eggs and sizzling bacon, the smell of breakfast cooking filling the apartment. Cal remained on the bed, clutching his swollen belly, feeling it gurgle and shift with every movement. *gluurg...gllrruurg.. ggrrglrlre.....*.

Cal's stomach protested loudly, a mixture of nausea and discomfort as his stomach tried to handle its contents.

He groaned and rubbed his belly in circles, trying to ease the discomfort. It was strange, he could feel the candy inside of him as a single heavy mass of sugary regret. Some candies seemed to all stick together into a solid, hard, heavy ball, while others melted down into a sloshy sludge, giving his tummy the worst of both worlds to deal with at once. Every time he moved, he felt the sweets shift around in his stomach, causing small waves of nausea. He took slow, deep breaths, trying to ignore the sounds and smells of Leo cooking. He didn't want food right now, but he knew he couldn't put it off forever. He'd have to eat eventually, if only to get the taste of sugar out of his mouth.

“Ooohhh..” Cal closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto the pillow, continuing to massage his stomach softly. It felt so strange. The solid brick of sugar inside of him from last night still remained somewhere in his achy intestines, and unlike last night, his stomach was starting to get extremely bloated now. *Urp*. Cal covered his mouth quickly, trying to suppress the urge to throw up. He swallowed hard and took a few more deep breaths, willing the queasiness away.

As Cal continued to rub his belly, he felt gas bubbles make their way through his system, bubbling through his guts and just barely making it to the end before stopping, leaving him unable to push anything out. Nothing was moving anywhere anytime soon, but the gas needed to go somewhere.

The sticky mess that had once been his favorite candies now just seemed to sit there, refusing to move. His stomach churned and gurgled in protest, sending sharp pains through his lower abdomen. The pressure was building, and he couldn't help but squirm on the bed, trying to find some sort of relief. Grrrr....ggllrre-*uurrp*. He moaned softly, as the small burp relieved the tiniest bit of pressure. He tried to recreate the sensation. He was shifting positions, rolling onto his side, curling up into a ball, even trying to sit up for a bit. But nothing seemed to ease the discomfort. The bloating sensation grew stronger, and he started to feel his tummy churn even more.

His body seemed to have figured out that the backdoor was locked and started sending the gas back up, which was a dangerous game to be playing on such a full tummy. The thought made him even more nauseous, and he pressed a hand over his mouth as another sickly sweet burp snuck out, swallowing back the bile that threatened to rise up with it.

Leo returned to the room with two plates of steaming food, bacon and eggs sizzling on one, toast crisp and golden brown on the other. He set both plates down on the nightstand and sat back down on the bed, watching Cal squirm and writhe. Cal's discomfort was clear, his face pale and sweaty, and Leo couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. But he also couldn't deny the slight amusement at seeing Cal suffer from the consequences of his actions.

Leo picked up his fork and knife and started eating, savoring each bite while Cal continued to belch and moan beside him. The sounds were almost rhythmic, a constant reminder of the sugar overload he'd subjected himself to.

*grrrr....uurrp....grrr....rrrurp...gruurrr....brrrrp!*.

Leo glanced over at him occasionally, but mostly kept his focus on his breakfast.

He chewed slowly, enjoying the taste of savory bacon and eggs, the perfect contrast to the sweetness that lingered in his own mouth from the few Milky Ways he'd eaten that morning.

He offered Cal a piece of toast, which Cal looked at with wide, terrified eyes. He shook his head, and Leo couldn't help but smirk. "Suit yourself," Leo said, setting it aside "When you feel like you can eat again I've got toast for you, then... It seems like you still need some rest". Cal kept burping, but he nodded, showing that he'd heard Leo and was being receptive. Leo couldn't blame him. He checked the time, "We've got all day. It's about... 10:48 right now. We'll see how you feel around noon, okay? I'll be here if you need me!"

Leo continued eating, listening to Cal's discomfort and thinking about what they would do next. The day was still young, and there were many more ways to pass the time.

For him, of course. Not Cal. Cal is as good as bedridden right now.

Which was fine, Leo was perfectly content to sit in Cal's room and eat breakfast, squeezing his legs together in his seat, listening to his boyfriend's burpy belly ache.

Leo was lucky that his left hand was holding his plate and his right hand was holding his fork, otherwise he doesn't know if he'd be able to keep his hands out of his pants. Cal continued to belch softly, the sounds becoming more frequent and pronounced as the minutes ticked by. Each time he did so, he couldn't help but glance over at Leo, who was focused on his food but seemed to be growing increasingly distracted. Cal knew Leo found his predicament amusing and arousing. He was providing him a show with his meal at this point.

Cal, while still overstuffed and queasy, felt comforted by the thought. He focused more on entertaining Leo and working up belches, both of which made him feel better little by little.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, forcing out a longer, louder burp that made his chest rumble. He felt his stomach shift slightly, relieving some of the pressure. *Gruurrr...Brrp-brrouUUrp*- "ahh..."

Leo looked over at him, a smirk playing on his lips. "Feeling better?" he asked, trying to keep his voice light. Cal sighed in relief and nodded, wincing as his tummy let out another grumble of discomfort. *gllrgrr.....Burrrrp* He took a deep breath and repeated the action, letting out another belch that seemed to spill past his lips like a purr. This time, Leo's legs shifted again, his thighs rubbing together. He was almost finished with his eggs, and he'd eaten the bacon first. Now look who's taking their time eating..

Cal shifted on the bed, trying to find a more comfortable, maybe more erotic position. He figured maybe he'd try letting gas out the good old fashioned way now that he wasn't feeling as imminently sick. He rolled over and got on all fours, his bloated stomach pressed against the mattress, sending ripples of discomfort through him. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan, which was immediately followed by another belch. *Gllrrgh...BruuuuUURrp..urp* Leo's gaze was locked on him now, watching every twitch and grimace with fascination. Cal felt his face flush with embarrassment, but also a strange sense of pride. He was giving Leo exactly what he wanted, even though he couldn't enjoy it himself right now. He closed his eyes, took another deep breath, pushed, and... Nothing.

Cal groaned in frustration, sweat beading on his brow. He'd felt something building, but it refused to come out. He tried again, pushing harder this time. *Grrrgle....grrrrr....* Leo set down his fork, his food forgotten. He moved closer to the bed, watching Cal clench and unclench as he tried to expel the gas trapped inside. "You, uh, need some help there, Cal?" Leo said, reaching out to rub circles on his lower back. "Let it out." Cal moaned again, his face reddening further. He pushed harder, trying to force the gas out. Suddenly, there was movement, but not what he was hoping for. *Rrreeeeaauuuurrp!* A huge belch blasted out of him, startling him into sitting up a bit. The sound echoed through the room, and Leo could feel Cal's gut vibrate through his shirt as it happened. Cal sighed in relief as the pressure eased slightly. He stayed in that position for only a moment longer, letting out another small burp before collapsing onto his side with a groan.

Leo chuckled and ran his hand through Cal's short brown hair. "Well, that was quite a performance. You feel any better now?" Cal glared at him through half-lidded eyes. "Full.." "Oh, I'm sure," Leo said, getting up to resume eating the last of his breakfast. "But seriously, how do you feel now? Any better?" Cal considered it for a moment before nodding weakly. "A bit," he admitted. "But still... so full." Leo nodded, swallowing his food before speaking. "I know you are, but it'll pass eventually. Hey, I still have a piece of toast if you wanna recover with something less sweet" Cal shifted so that he was sitting up a bit, taking the toast and eating it, chewing slowly, making sure every little grain scraped across his tongue and replaced the taste of chocolate and artificial flavoring.

The belching had definitely helped ease the pressure, but the bloating remained. Cal's stomach was still distended, stretched tight against his shirt. One piece of toast was enough..

Leo's gaze lingered on Cal's stomach, unable to look away. The thought of what’s happening beneath was too enticing. He licked his lips, his mind wandering to naughtier places, and his body reacting accordingly.

Cal's body, no longer in fight or flight mode, seemed to suddenly remember how little sleep he had gotten last night, and Cal found himself drifting off, making up for the Zs he'd failed to catch.

Leo smiled gently at Cal's sleeping form, brushing some loose strands of hair off his face. "Get some rest," he whispered, placing a soft kiss on Cal's forehead. He couldn't help but let his gaze linger on Cal's still swollen stomach before pulling himself away. … He walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. As soon as he was sure Cal couldn't hear him, Leo let out a heavy sigh, his body trembling with pent-up arousal.

He couldn't believe how hot that had been, watching Cal struggle and writhe in discomfort. It was almost too much. He's never been able to function so smoothly like that while being so deliriously turned on. To be fair though, he didn't know how well he was hiding it, maybe Cal could tell how close he was to breaking the act. But it didn't matter right now. Leo quickly made his way across the living room and to his own bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Once inside, Leo leaned back against the door, taking a moment to collect himself. His breaths came in short pants as he adjusted his erection, already straining against his pants and leaking beneath them. He couldn't wait any longer.

He practically ripped off his clothes, throwing them aside haphazardly. He stumbled over to his bed, falling onto it with a soft thud. His hand immediately went to his cock, stroking it slowly at first, relishing the feeling of skin on skin.

He replayed every moment of Cal's struggle in his mind, each moan and groan, each ripple of his bloated belly sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He picked up speed, his grip tightening. Leo imagined Cal's belly growing larger, fuller, the pressure building until he couldn't hold it any longer. *Gruurrrr....Brrp!*

He imagined Cal whining and full, begging for Leo to soothe him.

He moaned aloud at the thought, using his free hand to grab a handful of his blanket, and shoved it against his mouth and nose to hopefully muffle the sounds he would helplessly make. He tried keeping his hand moving slowly, wanting to make this last, but his hips twitched and bucked up anyways, he couldn't seem to stop himself.

*Brrrruuuppp...urp*

Remembering the sounds Cal made, they echoed in Leo's ears, driving him wild. He barely stifled a cry into the blanket as he came, his entire body convulsing in ecstasy. Leo collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied for now. He lay there for a moment, catching his breath, before remembering Cal. He checked the time and decided to let Cal sleep for a bit longer before checking on him. Besides, Leo felt more than up to continue beating the everloving fuck out of his cock a few more times, maybe it'll help him be able to stay even more intimidating and assertive when they started things back up again!

He couldn't wait to see what the rest of the day held.

~

Leo waited a few more hours before finally deciding to go back and check on Cal. He'd managed to crank out multiple orgasms during his break. He was kind of shocked he had it in him It was a little painful to just be constantly turned on all day, but Leo had been gooning for years. If anyone would be accustomed to dedicating an entire day to do nothing but jork their weenie, it was Leonard Lindsey.

But no matter, his mind always seemed to return to the sight of Cal's swollen belly, the sounds he made as he tried to find relief. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. This was punishment, not playtime. He needed to focus on dishing out what Cal was dining on. Literally and figuratively.

He pushed open Cal's door quietly, peeking inside to find the brunette man still passed out. Leo couldn't help but smile at the peaceful expression on Cal's face. He looked so innocent, so vulnerable. Leo's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly schooled his features back into a neutral mask. He's gotta be intimidating, dominant, assertive!

He walked over to the bed, setting the second bag of candy down next to him. Cal stirred at the sound, slowly opening his eyes. He groaned and rubbed his tummy, still visibly distended through his shirt.

"Leo..." Cal whined sleepily. "I still feel full..."

Leo placed a hand on Cal's shoulder, squeezing gently. "Well, you better have room for the candy you wanted so badly. Clearly you've waited long enough, you couldn't even last a single night."

Cal looked up at him with a pouty look in his eyes, but Leo remained firm. Cal needed to learn his lesson. Plus, Leo couldn't deny the growing arousal he felt seeing Cal like this, so helpless and desperate.

Cal sighed heavily and sat up against the plows a little bit. His stomach was less full, but his intestines were packed. His lower belly felt heavy and completely solid to the touch. "Urghh... so much candy inside me right now..." he grumbled, hands resting on his belly with a resigned expression. Leo reached for the bag of candy, popping a piece into Cal's mouth .

Leo watched as Cal started to chew, his jaw moving rhythmically.

With every piece that disappeared between Cal's lips, Leo could see his belly expand even further, pushing against his once loose shirt until it stretched tight over his skin. It was a sight that made Leo's heart race with excitement all over again. His mind was going crazy- but he was right, violently emptying his balls before this meant that his dick was recovering, too tired to start too much trouble down there right now. Very helpful for his suave dominating appearance, he felt less squirmy. For now at least.

As Cal continued to eat, his cheeks flushed and his breathing became shallower. He swallowed hard after every few pieces, his throat working to force the sticky candy down.

The noises Cal made were driving Leo wild. Each gulp and moan sent a shiver down his spine. He had to remind himself to keep his cool, to maintain his dominant demeanor. This was punishment, after all, not foreplay!

The scent of sweets filled the room, and.... Leo's mouth was watering, but... not for the sweets. He was fighting the urge to lean in and lick the sugar off Cal's lips himself, to taste the desperation on his tongue..

Dammit, STOP IT!

Leo keeps zoning out, watching Cal chew and groan, then forgetting to give him another piece of candy right away. Thankfully, Cal didn't seem to mind, and probably needed to go at a slower pace anyways.

Leo tried to focus on keeping a steady pace unwrapping candy and holding it up to Cal's lips one by one.

Cal's movements became increasingly sluggish and less coordinated as he continued eating from the second bag of candy. Or the third, depending on how you look at it. It was the second of the three remaining candy bags, so he was almost halfway done, and the day was almost halfway over. His stomach was stretched beyond discomfort now, and the sweetness of the candies made him actively queasy. But still, Leo fed him piece after piece, watching with a mixture of concern and arousal as Cal's belly grew larger and larger.

Whenever Leo offered him another piece of candy, Cal opened his mouth automatically, closing within a second, like timed machinery. Cal's motor functions were likely on autopilot as he focused on not exploding.

Leo had a KitKat, holding it in his fingers longways for Cal to bite off of. He didnt think about it as he nudged his hand forward to make it easier for Cal to eat the second half of it, but both of the men seemed confused when Leo's fingers, holding the Kitkat, brushed against Cal's lips, and and he found himself holding his breath as he watched Cal's mouth lazily close around his fingertips.

Cal's eyes were half-lidded as he sucked the candy off Leo's fingers, trying not to bite down on them. Leo couldn't help but let out a low groan at the sight. It wasn't supposed to be sexy, but somehow it was. Maybe it was the desperation in Cal's movements, or maybe it was the fact that Cal was basically sucking on his fingers.

Leo barely registered in his dazed state when, suddenly, he did feel Cal's teeth brush against his fingers, which he'd not yet realized had an iron grip on the Kit Kat he was supposed to be feeding Cal. Cal's tongue swirled around Leo's fingers as he tried to separate the candy. Leo found himself getting lost in the sensation. Cal's eyes were closed, and to Leo, it looked like he was savoring every last drop of sweetness from his skin.

Leo's breath hitched, and he felt his cock stir to life again.

"D-dude, c'mon you gotta let go of it.. so I can *hic* eat it..." Cal whined. Talking seemed to remind his throat that things were allowed to come out instead of just being constantly shoved in, and he felt a burp rising up. Leo didn't seem to hear him.

Cal started to raise his voice, he was starting to get frantic, "Seriously, get your fingers outta my mouth or I'm gonna b-*uuRP-URCk*-" Cal felt tears in the corners of his eyes as his burp turned into a gag.

Leo snapped out of his fantasies and quickly pulled his hand away. Cal coughed once, and his stomach heaved as he held himself back from coughing again in fear of what might happen if he did.

Shit!

Leo knew he had to get a grip on himself before things got out of hand. "S-sorry! Oh my god, ohmygod are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't even know I-" Leo stuttered.

Cal's voice was hoarse, but understanding "hrgh... don't, it's fine I just. I..." Cal struggled to speak, his throat felt funny, it felt sticky and tight. "Leo..." Leo fell back as Cal abruptly shoved him away. After staying frozen like that for a few extremely tense moments, seemingly trying to keep himself upright, Cal shot up from the bed.

Between the rustling of the blankets and crinkling of the candy wrappers, Leo heard the nastiest pre-puke-burp ever as Cal moved out of the bed and ran to the bathroom. One he could only compare to some of the ones in Cal's most intense videos back in the day right before he…

Leo heard the door slam open, and then a thump to the ground, like someone was sliding into a base during a baseball game trying to reach it as they caught the ball.

A short, strained moan, then uneven sounds of splashing water.

Sounds like he made it, though. Home-run for Cal!

This dumbass baseball metaphor actually happens to be the extent of what was going through Cal's own mind as he made his mad dash.

This kind of thing used to be a Halloween tradition for him as a kid, Cal was even more reckless back when he was growing up in a crowded house. His childhood Halloween memories as far back as maybe 8 years old, were of him methodically scouting the neighborhood and putting extra effort into getting as much halloween candy as possible. Free food was free food after all, and food was like gold to Cal and his siblings growing up. Which meant he had to eat as much of his loot as he could on Halloween night. Knowing that once he shut his eyes, anything he'd collected would be as good as gone by morning, as is customary for any non-only child in a low-income household, his vulture-like siblings would take their unfair share if he didnt eat it all first. ...A fair plot, but it ended exactly how you'd expect. The mess that followed was a hassle for everyone involved, but Cal would rather be made fun of by his siblings and yelled at by his parents than let his spoils be consumed by unworthy lazy scoundrels! Of course, over the years, he managed to perfect his craft, knowing exactly when his body was ready to give up and to make the dash around everyone's beds and mattresses in his shared bedroom to the single bathroom in the house, if need be. Some years, this wasn't even necessary, and he would sleep through the night uncomfortably, if at all. But he would slumber with peace of mind, and a very heavy tummy that he would proudly wear as a badge of honor the following morning.

Maybe sometime Cal should look into how he developed this kink in the first place, hm?

Anyways, back in the bedroom, now Leo felt nauseous, but with guilt. Guilt that settled in his chest like a lead weight. He shouldn't have pushed it this far, he knew better than to ignore the signs of discomfort in someone who doesn't know how to stop eating. What the hell was he thinking?!

He let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his temples, pacing back and forth in front of the bed. He could hear Cal's muffled retching sounds and burps from behind the door, each one making him feel worse and worse. This wasn't some kinky game anymore, this was real. This was his best friend, his boyfriend, who trusted him, suffering because of him.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid..." Leo chastised himself silently. He should have known better than to let his own desires cloud his judgment. He cursed his wretched cock. He was so wrong. This is the result of indulgence and pleasure, it all comes crumbling down just like he was always told. He was so selfish. He wanted to drop dead just to see if there really was a hell so he could swan dive into the nearest lava pit and suffer for eternity and just get it over with now. It's the least he could do to make up for it. Cal was clearly in distress and Leo was the cause of it.

After a few minutes of agonizing guilt, Leo heard the sound of water running, Cal spitting into the sink, followed by a few moments of silence. He can't just panic and hyperventilate in Cal's bedroom, fuck! Even now, he was neglecting his partner and selfishly berating himself. He could berate himself once Cal was okay. He got up and walked to the bathroom, the door was open, but he didn't want to invade or anything. "Cal? You okay?"

Cal didn't respond immediately, but Leo could hear him shuffling around and rinsing his mouth out. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he replied in a weak voice, "Yeah... I'll be fine, just give me a minute."

Leo nodded, even though Cal couldn't see him, and leaned against the wall. He felt awful, and he knew he needed to make things right. But first, he needed to let Cal finish throwing up in peace. He closed his eyes and listened to the distant burbling noises, his own stomach twisting in sympathy. This wasn't supposed to happen, not like this. Cal should come out of that door and strike him down. Leo was the one that needed to be punished, not Cal..

…

Cal eventually emerged from the bathroom, his face pale and sweaty, but his eyes were clear. He looked like he had just finished running a marathon, but he somehow managed to give Leo a small smile. "Heh.. I'm back in business, bud!"

He walked over to his boyfriend, who looked like he was ready to collapse under the weight of his own guilt. And also like he was about to cry, as he stared blankly into his own lap. "Hey..." Cal said softly, reaching out to touch Leo's arm.

Leo, what's wrong?... Cal thought, concern and dread flowing through him. Leo seemed fine before all this, but now Cal could practically feel the guilt rolling off of him in waves. He knew that Leo wasn't the type to enjoy seeing him in pain, and that Leo was also really sensitive and averse to vomit in general, so this must have really upset him.

He tried to reassure Leo that it was all over now. "Hey, yeah.. I thought I could keep going but sugar doesn't taste as good as it did when I was little for some reason. So I couldn't hold it all down. Sorry, I would have warned you better, really! but it was sudden for me too.." he brightened his tone, "You don't gotta clean anything either, I made it just in time- and I even wiped everything down afterwards just in case!"

Leo's eyes snapped open at Cal's touch, and he looked up at him with a mixture of relief and self-loathing. "Cal, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean for this to happen. I was just playing along, and I didn't realize..." He trailed off, not really sure what to say.

Cal's smile turned into a soft laugh, and he shook his head. "It's alright, Leo. Really."

Leo didn't move at all.

He started walking back toward his room. "Come sit with me." Leo hesitated for a moment before joining him, still looking incredibly guilty. Cal could see the wheels turning in his mind, trying to figure out what he could do to fix things.

But Cal didn't want Leo to fix things. He wanted Leo to understand. "This isn't your fault," Cal said firmly. "I knew what I was getting myself into. I mean, yeah, I'm not feeling great right now, but it's not the end of the world."

"Mhm.." Leo hummed. His eyes still seemed to be empty, his mind elsewhere.

Cal kept going. "Really, I feel a lot better now. I think... another break, and then we can try again later?"

Leo's brow furrowed as Cal mentioned taking another break and continuing later. He couldn't believe it, Cal was still willing to go through with it? Was he that desperate for punishment? Or did he think Leo would actually force him? He's so sweet, trying to comfort me.. Leo thought, but this isn't right.

He shook his head quickly, trying to dispel the thought. "Cal.. no! You've had enough, I can't... I won't make you do this anymore." He said firmly, looking Cal straight in the eye, trying to convey the depth of his regret. Cal looked at Leo with a mixture of surprise and confusion. He hadn't expected Leo to react like this, he just thought Leo was playing along like he was, having a bit of fun with the kinky candy punishment. He hadn't considered that Leo might actually think.. he was abusing him? Is that what’s happening here? "Jesus, Leo, calm down.." Cal started, sitting up a bit straighter and reaching out to cup Leo's face in his hand, "If I didn't wanna do this I would have s-"

"Stop, I'm sorry- stop.." Leo interrupted, pulling away gently. "You say that every time, you say 'If I didn't want it, I would tell you to stop' but you don't KNOW what you want! It’s- It’s a real thing! Y-You've become so accustomed to me treating you like this, you think it's fine, you think this is normal and it's not!" Cal's expression softened a bit, but he didn't look entirely convinced. He looked confused and worried. Leo was talking like he was reciting words from some kind of therapist. "I really don't know what you're saying, man. I think if there's one thing I can be certain about, it's that I know what I want."

Leo grimaced in frustration, looking down at his own lap again, trying to continue his train of thought, maybe he just didn't word it correctly? He had never felt so ashamed in his entire life.

He ran his hands through his greasy, long, blonde hair, his fingers catching as they curled up, and grabbed onto handfuls of his own hair, gripping it for dear life. He had taken his fucked-up desires too far, and now Cal was suffering for it. He hated himself.

He needs to hate himself if he wants to live like this. Maybe they were bad people, but maybe they were right. A broken clock is right twice a day and such.

The situation at hand with Cal and the Halloween candy was barely at the forefront of Leo’s mind anymore as various unwanted memories came rushing back to him. As well as thoughts he’d been ignoring all day and putting off to the side in order to ride the high of unrightfully having any kind of authority.

Cal leaned forward, taking Leo's hands in his own. "Hey.. Hey, stop it." He said, squeezing them gently, trying to wrangle them away from his hair with little success. Leo was sitting upright like Cal, but slowly curling forward into a protective fetal position, hiding his face in his knees.

Okayyy, Leo was having some kind of panic attack or something. Cal obviously isn't a doctor, but he's been able to talk Leo down from meltdowns before. "Alright, alright, chill out, cutie. I made the decision to sneak that candy, and I knew the consequences." He smiled reassuringly, trying to lighten the mood a little. "Besides, you're the one in control!..." he added playfully... But that only made things ten times worse.

Leo's face was flushed, and he was struggling to breathe, he sobbed and frantically grabbed ahold of Cal's shoulders, shaking him slightly, trying to get through to him "NO! Nononono, no. Shit! Please don't ever put me in control of anything. Ever! I'm not in control, I can't be in control! Look, you don't have to do what I say! I have no control over you!" Leo replied, his voice cracking. "Y-You have to figure out what you actually want, you can't just take my word as fact anymore! You need to be independent and think for yourself, you're an adult!"

Cal watched Leo spiral, his heart pounding in his chest. He had seen Leo break down before, but never this bad, and never because of anything related to his fetish- albeit that was something he’d only recently discovered about him. It was scary to watch someone he cared about break down like this.

Cal wasn't sure how to help. He never asked Leo about specifics, but he had some vague guesses about Leo’s past. Leo had a lot of problems and experiences that Cal could only try and empathize with. He didn't know how to handle this situation, or what to say. All he knew was that he needed to calm Leo down, to help him see that everything was okay. Leo must have realized how he was shaking Cal, and all but jumped backwards in fear "I-I'm .. Oh my god. I'm a monster." he mumbled, barely audible through his gasps for oxygen.

What should I do? Cal thought frantically, scanning the room for anything that might help. He couldn't help but notice the open door to his bedroom, and the eyesore that was his bed covered in candy wrappers.

"Leo, breathe." he murmured, trying to soothe him. He didn't understand why Leo was acting this way, but he knew that he had to fix it somehow. He put his hand on Leo's back, guiding him to his bedroom. "Hey, hey...you’re okay, you’re safe and stuff.." He whispered, "Look at me." Leo's breathing was still shallow and quick, he didn’t look directly at Cal, but he lifted his face out of his hands enough that Cal could see his eyes now. They were filled with tears, and it broke Cal's heart to see them there.

"Please...please don't cry." Cal pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. He needed to help Leo somehow. "Leo.. uh.. I know how you can make things better! It's really simple, okay? But first, you see the candy wrappers all over the bed?"

Leo hiccupped, even through his distant and panicked demeanor, you could see his mind put itself on pause. Small cogs getting momentarily caught and in the Rube Goldberg machine that was Leo's mind. "W-What?"

Cal took a deep breath, hoping that his plan would work. He knew Leo couldn't handle the emotional turmoil that was happening right now. Maybe something small and harmless would help distract him for long enough that he could at least start breathing normally first?

He gestured towards the bed, which was a mess of colorful wrappers. "Yeah, the bed is a mess. I have to organize them by wrapper. All the Kit Kat ones in one pile, the Tootsie Rolls in another, y'know? I promise we can keep talking about this, but I need you to organize them for me, okay? I'm gonna go get a cup of cold water from the kitchen, I will be right back in a second, just do this for me okay?" Leo looked at Cal, confusion slowly replacing the panic in his eyes. "Why- what? the fuck? What does that even..??" He managed to stutter out between gasps for air. Cal smiled softly, trying to keep Leo focused. "You're really good at organizing stuff, remember? It's really important, you need to do it now, no time to explain. Please?" He asked, his voice steady and calm. He knew how much Leo liked order and structure, and he hoped that focusing on something so trivial would help him calm down. Leo let out strained whines as he tried (and failed) to hyperventilate exclusively through his nose in attempts to manually calm his breathing. He looked from Cal to the bed and back again. He didn't understand, but the last thing he wanted to do was boss Cal around anymore or hound him over things. He nodded slowly, wheezing as he willed himself forward to Cal's bedroom, his entire body trembling as he got up and moved. He climbed onto the bed, scooping up candy wrappers and dropping them off the side of the bed onto the floor. Cal watched as Leo began to pick up wrappers, sorting them, getting up and getting a cup from the kitchen, filling it with some cold water from the sink and then coming back.

As Leo worked, Cal sat at the other end of the room, staying within eyesight but not interrupting Leo and his sorting.

Leo sat on the floor, his hands trembling as he picked up the candy wrappers one by one. He was past coherent thoughts made up of language or words, his mind was now conjuring up rapid-fire violent imagery of his body being rightfully executed in front of a crowd for some reason. Public hanging, shot against a wall, anything seemed appropriate for him. He tried to take deep breaths, focusing on the task at hand. … … Who the hell would have the budget to waste on executing him, anyways? In this economy? And why is he fantasizing about himself getting such easy escapes? Leo scolded himself for wanting such quick and painless resolutions, as if he were some kind of special snowflake. He deserves to be here sorting candy wrappers, suffering under the weight of his own guilt. Or, even better, none of this should even be up to him! This isn't about him! It's about Cal! He needed to calm down, to organize.. his thoughts. It was all he could do. Consciousness was his punishment right now. He should take it.

As he sorted the wrappers, he started to notice patterns. The Kit Kats were a pretty distinct shade of red, easy to pick out of the pile, so he made a pile of those first. He could hear Cal's soft breathing from across the room, and it helped to calm him down. He didn't want to disappoint Cal again. He didn't want to hurt him anymore. He needed to be better, stronger. He needed to be able to control himself. Leo's mind raced, but the repetitive motion of sorting the wrappers helped him focus. He could feel his heart rate slowing down, his breathing evening out. He needed to make sure Cal knew he was sorry. He needed to make sure Cal knew that he wasn't someone trying to take advantage of him, trying to force him to think a certain way. He didn't want Cal to have to be afraid of him to love him. And he can’t do any of that when he was weak and mentally scattered like this.

Soon, Leo had each different type of wrapper laid out on the ground, now all he had to do was grab one from the unsorted pile and set it in its respective organized one. The process became easier and simpler as he kept at it. Cal watched Leo carefully, he planned to give this water to Leo to help him rehydrate a bit after that whole meltdown, but he was thirsty too. Fuck it, they've had their tongues in each other's mouths before, might as well take a few sips of the water. He could see the change in Leo's demeanor, the tension slowly leaving his body. His breathing was going from consciously gasping for air to shaky, but unconscious and steadier breathing, in and out through his nose. He was glad that Leo was calming down, but he couldn't help but wonder what made him suddenly panic like that.

Now, Cal wasn't super keen on mental issues and stuff, but he knew Leo was autistic- not, like, stupid. Leo was actually smart as hell about a bunch of stuff- he's just medically autistic. Cal smirked to himself, praising his own knowledge on the subject. Yeah, it's the 'aughts now, he's tuned in to acceptance and shit. Words have multiple meanings, it's called the future, people! Someone being gay and retarded doesn't have to mean they're stupid anymore- it can also mean someone's like Leo: a guy who likes dudes and has some social difficulties, dammit! Cal needed to find a way to make his partner understand that he isn't helpless, he can say no, that he didn't need to follow every single command without question. He does what Leo says because he WANTS to.

"How'ya doing, Leo?" Cal started, his voice soft and hesitant. Leo flinched slightly but continued sorting, his movements methodical and almost robotic "I.. don't know, why do you need me to sort the wrappers?". Cal grinned playfully, scratching the back of his neck "oh, uh.. I didn't." Before Leo could react to that, Cal continued "I'm sorry. You were uh. freakin' out, and I know you had stuff you wanted to say but you weren't gonna be able to say much like that, I had to like, get you to stop thinking in circles first."

Leo pushed the organized candy wrapper piles aside with a sigh. "I.... I guess so.."

"I know you're upset, and I get it, hold on- I'm gonna come give you a hug okay?" Leo didn't make eye contact, staring down at the floor where he sat, but responded "..sure."

Cal shuffled over behind Leo, wrapping his arms under Leo's and hugging his chest lightly, feeling it rise and fall. He spread his legs out and curled them around Leo's so the lanky blonde man was embraced fully in his lap. Cal continued, trying to choose his words carefully. "I love you. I love you lots. You're alright, we can keep talking about it, but you need to breathe okay? Take as long as you need to get the words out. I'll be here."

Leo leaned into Cal's embrace, his body still tense but slowly starting to relax.

He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to reopen that dark place inside of him, especially now that he's calmed down. But Cal deserved an explanation, even if it was hard for Leo to give him one. "It's just.." Leo began, swallowing thickly "I believe you, and what you say. I d-don't think you're lying or anything... a-and logically I know what's right and wrong but... it's.." He closed his eyes, feeling Cal's warmth against him. It took him an embarrassing amount of time to think of what words to say next, but Cal never interrupted or questioned him, he just listened.

"...I know it's dumb, but I feel like.. Like I went too far, even if you don't. I feel like.. This is gonna be wrong and I know it’s wrong already, so... don't say anything okay? I just don't know how else to say it, okay, Cal?" Cal softly hummed in response before going back to holding Leo snugly "Mhmm. promise" "I know it's not true, so I don't need like, convincing or a lecture, but…. I feel like.. like a sexual degenerate.. I know, it's not how it works, but it doesn't.. click? In my head, it doesn't click that there's any normal explanation for why I got off to..." Leo trailed off, not wanting to say the rest out loud. "The.. punishment thing, we were doing. What I made you do because you ate the candy- you're an adult for fuck's sake.. and- and, hell, did you know I jerked off like 3 times in a row to it- when I let you take a nap and stuff? Which is fine and ‘normal’, I know, but..." He didn't want Cal to know how deeply rooted yet stupid and unfounded his fears were. How much he saw himself as some sort of reprobate despite being agnostic, deserving the equivalent of eternal damnation for not only feeling pleasure unashamedly, but feeling SEXUAL pleasure relating to the concept of punishment- that was meant to be the exact retaliation for such actions in the first place? How is he supposed to reprimand Cal for anything, even playfully, when he should be reprimanding himself tenfold.

Cal's grip tightened slightly around Leo's chest, pulling him closer. He didn't know what to say, but he knew what he wanted Leo to take from his response. "Leo.." Cal started softly "I don't think you're a monster. You aren't wrong for enjoying stuff, alright?" He paused for a second, trying to think of how to phrase it right.

"The punishment you gave me was because you wanted me to.. "pay" for sneaking candy. It's different from.. from whatever you're thinking of." Cal hesitated, not wanting to push too hard. But he needed Leo to understand.

"I mean, I guess you could call it a punishment, but it's not the same as what you probably grew up with. You aren't doing anything wrong by wanting to make me eat candy, or by getting off to it. It's not like you're hurting me, or forcing me to do something I don't wanna do." He leaned his head against Leo's shoulder, feeling the warmth of his neck against his cheek. "It's just... a game, you know? A fun, sexy game. We both enjoy it, so where's the harm?" Cal tried to keep his voice gentle, understanding how sensitive Leo could be about these topics. He knew it was a lot to unpack, but he hoped that his words would help Leo see things from a different perspective.

Leo sat quietly, letting Cal's words sink in. He wanted to believe him, he really did. But the guilt and shame that had been drilled into him since he was young was hard to shake off. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. "I’m not stupid, I.. I know that logically. But.." He trailed off, unsure of how to continue.

Cal's arms tightened around Leo's chest, and he nuzzled into the side of Leo's neck, resting his cheek against his shoulder blade. He listened quietly, his own stomach giving a slight discomforted rumble at the thought of the candy.

“I wanted it. I wanted to be ‘punished’ because I snuck the candy. It's a good kind of punishment, you know? Like, I did something bad, I knew it was bad, but I wanted it anyway. And then you.." Cal felt himself blush a little. "You punished me good for it."

Leo stayed silent for a few moments, processing Cal's words.

Cal continued, "That's not the same as hating yourself for wanting to feel good. We both wanted to go though with it, and we both got something from it." He took another deep breath, trying to push past his own abdominal discomfort. Leo didn’t want to argue, or to continue this conversation at all, but maybe if he kept trying, he might finally say something that can accurately describe his mindset, “Cal, I know I’m not actually punishing you like some kind of nun, or a parent, or whatever. I understand basic context.. but when you break it down it’s.. There's something else, I.. don’t know…”

"You wanted to give it to me, and I wanted to take it. I really wanted to take it. Still do."

Leo sighed and leaned backwards into Cal, feeling his partner's stomach rumble against his back, then sitting back up a bit, not wanting to upset Cal’s tummy again. "I know. Sorry. I dunno why I freaked out like that, it feels pointless now, I just feel like I accidentally.. there's probably a word for it but, like... I.. tipped myself off somehow? Trigger... triggered an alarm, I guess? I don't even know what it was."

Leo really wanted to move on. Clearly it was something he couldn't explain correctly, and he doesn't want to argue with Cal about something he's not even sure of himself. He can't blame him for not understanding, but he's grateful that he's trying. Cal smiled softly against Leo's shoulder, glad that Leo was starting to calm down. "You don't need to apologize, Leo. We all got our problems. I can't stop you from feeling all shitty about yourself every time you get happy, but I can promise you that it's never gonna rub off on me." Leo snorted "don't say 'rub off on me' now." Cal returned the lighthearted jetting with full force "haha! Why, scared I'm gonna make you feel all good down there?"

Leo didn't laugh, he just sighed.

Whoof, tough crowd.

Cal sat up a little straighter, backing up from cuddling Leo. His own stomach giving a small twinge. "Aaanyways, uh.." he started awkwardly, "About the punishment.." Leo raised an eyebrow at Cal, who looked back at him with a sheepish grin. "Well, since I kinda.. threw up a bit ago, I think I can handle some more candy now." He chuckled lightly, trying to ease the tension in the room once again. It was all he knew how to do. "I mean, if you don't mind?"

Leo couldn't help but smile back at Cal's adorable expression, the guilt he felt earlier still present, but it felt a bit easier to ignore for now. He ran a hand through Cal's hair gently, "..If you're sure you're up for it." Cal nodded eagerly, "Yeah, yes please, I'm good. Promise."

Leo looked at Cal's flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips, his own arousal starting to build again. "Alright then." He turned around and pressed a soft kiss to Cal's forehead before standing up. "Let's get you another bag, you're almost done."

As Leo grabbed the other bags, Cal couldn't help but feel relieved that Leo wasn't angry with him. He watched Leo's retreating figure, admiring the way his jeans hugged his ass. Heh. He knew Leo was struggling with his own demons, but he hoped that he could get Leo to be comfortable with his sexual interests. Maybe by exploring these desires together, Leo would eventually learn to accept them as normal and healthy, like Cal did. Also, he was bored and wanted to stuff his face again.

Cal took a deep breath, feeling his stomach roll slightly with anticipation.

Leo came back to see Cal sat back on the bed again.

Leo was holding the half-empty bag of candy and the remaining full bag. He handed the half-full one back to Cal, who took it gratefully and immediately started popping the treats into his mouth again. Leo watched as Cal's Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He sat down beside Cal and began slowly, gently kissing his neck as he ate. Leaving little trails of kisses up and down his neck, mostly falling on Cal's hard-working Adam's apple as he swallowed more candy.

As Cal continued to eat, he let out a small burp, then giggled apologetically. Leo chuckled, finding it endearing, and arousing. Cal looked down at Leo, his eyes sparkling with amusement and a hint of something else. "Mmm.. my tummy feels so weird right now." He admitted between mouthfuls, "It's like it's both empty and full at the same time." Leo stopped kissing and raised an eyebrow in curiosity, prompting Cal to explain further. "Like.. I feel hungry, you know? Like, really hungry cause I accidentally puked. But then I remember that I've barely digested any of this stuff and.." Cal paused to let out another small burp, his cheeks turning pink. "*Urp*" "It feels full, deep in my gut.. really full.. and kinda heavy.. like it's full of bricks instead of candy." Cal rubbed at his belly gently, feeling it swollen and taut underneath his shirt. He winced a little at the pressure, but quickly replaced the expression with a smile. "But it's.. it's not an alarming kind of full, if that makes sense? Just different."

Leo nodded, trying to understand what Cal was saying. It wasn't easy for him to relate to the sensation, but he could see the mix of discomfort and excitement on Cal's face and decided to trust his word. He handed Cal the last full bag of candy, his hand lingering just a moment longer than necessary before setting it down. "Here you go. Once you're done with that bag you're on, You've only got one left to go. You can take your time." Cal quickly scarfed down what remained inside the current bag, and moved on to the next one, giving Leo's hand a quick squeeze before diving back in and feeding the candy to himself while Leo felt him up. Leo couldn't help but feel a little turned on simply by Cal's insane determination to finish his punishment, despite the obvious discomfort he was in. He shifted slightly, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants- Ah, who was he kidding.

Leo threw care to the wind and returned to peppering Cal's neck with tender kisses, savoring the feeling of his soft skin. As he did, he couldn't help but notice just how soft and supple Cal's neck had become recently. Was he gaining weight? Leo found himself wondering, not entirely disapprovingly.

It wasn't as if Cal was fat - far from it, he just had a chubby belly- but there was definitely a small difference. He let his hand rest on Cal's shoulder for a moment, pulling back and catching his breath, feeling the slight tremble of the other boy's body as he continued to stuff himself with candy.

As Cal continued to consume the candy, his burps grew deeper and more pronounced. They echoed through the quiet room, sounding old and fermented, definitely needing to come out. Leo couldn't help but soak in the sounds, even as he felt a pang of concern. Cal was definitely enjoying himself, but Leo couldn't ignore the potential consequences.

"Hey Cal," Leo started softly, rubbing small circles on Cal's belly with one hand while holding himself up with the other arm, "Your belly is really hard down here." He pressed slightly on Cal's lower abdomen, eliciting a small grunt from him. "Yeah.." Cal agreed, wincing slightly at the pressure, "*urrr*" He shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the sensation inside of him. "Does it hurt?" Leo asked, genuine worry lacing his words. Cal shook his head, "No.. not any more than the rest of my stomach.." He paused, considering his words carefully, "It just.. feels full. And kind of heavy. 'Feels glorpy." Leo couldn't help but chuckle at Cal's description. He thinks he knows what he meant? "Maybe you're constipated? Have you actually, like, went since before Halloween?" Leo suggested gently, continuing to rub circles on Cal's lower tummy. He could feel the tension in Cal's muscles, could sense his discomfort. Cal looked at Leo with wide eyes, then burst out laughing. "What?" Leo asked, confused by Cal's sudden laughter. Cal shook his head, "Nothing, it's just.. I can't believe we're having this conversation." He giggled again, before letting out another loud burp, "*URRP*" This time, however, he looked a little embarrassed. "But uh, no, I haven’t. And I haven't even been able to uhm. Fart either. So. That would explain that.. sorry. Didn't even think about that kind of thing."

Leo smiled reassuringly at him, "It's alright, it happens." He leaned forward and kissed Cal's forehead again. "Before this actually fucks you up, I can go get some medicine to help? You don't gotta take a full dosage or anything, just a bit to get your body working normally again? I know puking doesn’t bother you and whatever, but seeing you sick bothers me. And candy isn't really a good thing to have stuck in your system for so long.." He offered. Cal nodded gratefully, still chuckling to himself.

Leo stood up and walked over to the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet and rummaging around until he found what he was looking for - a small bottle of laxative pills. He popped the top off and shook out a pill, then walked to the kitchen to grab a knife and try and slice it in half. The halves ended up being a bit uneven, so he just put the bigger one back in for another time and took the smaller one to Cal.

Leo made his way back to the bedroom, holding out his hand. "Here, take this. It broke it in half so it's like a microdose, just enough to help things along a little. You probably won't shit yourself." Cal took the pill fragment from him and swallowed it down with a mouthful of various chocolate candies, then resumed his task of unwrapping his next mouthful of candy victims as he chewed.

Leo couldn't help but watch as Cal's stomach grew rounder and tighter, straining against the confines of his shirt. It looked like he had a small baby-bump.

As Cal continued to eat, his stomach began to growl and slosh loudly, drawing Leo's attention. The sound was strangely erotic, and Leo found himself getting turned on again. Cal would squirm slightly at the noise, but didn't stop eating. He was so close to finishing, he could taste victory. He was so ready to taste anything other than candy.

Leo couldn't help himself, and resumed his gentle ministrations, rubbing circles into Cal's belly and occasionally pressing kisses onto it. After around 7 minutes he could definitely hear some of the rumbling and churning in Cal's lower belly.

"You okay?" Leo asked softly, genuine concern in his voice. Cal nodded, mouth full of candy, "Mmmhmm" He managed to mumble through a mouthful of chocolate.

Leo watched as Cal would start letting out (or rather keeping in) closed-mouth burps. He was getting so full that his body couldn't even wait for his mouth to be free, and just pushed up the gas regardless. He loved hearing deep rumbles within Cal's overstuffed tummy as they traveled upwards, then seeing his cheeks puffing up as he burped, keeping his lips closed so as not to lose the mouthful of candy he was chewing.

Leo couldn't help how hard he was. He shifted his position slightly. Cal was laid against the pillows on the bed, sitting up only slightly, so Leo lay beside him, sort of spooning him in a way. Leo's head lay beside Cal's full tummy, his ear pressed against it while he rubbed with his free hand that wasn't being laid on..

With his hand resting on Cal's distended abdomen and his ear listening directly in on the action inside like a stethoscope, it felt like a full sensory experience. The sound and feel of Cal's stomach churning beneath his palm was oddly satisfying. He could hear the candy sloshing around, and the gurgles and rumbles that seemed to bubble and boil within. Each grunt and sigh was but an echo in the background of the churning. He could hear gas rumble up and out from the depths of his stomach to beyond Cal's lips as belches, as well as when he tried to suppress them.

Leo began to rub himself against Cal's leg, enjoying the friction it provided. Cal didn't seem to notice - or perhaps he was too focused on finishing the last bag of candy. Leo closed his eyes and let out a soft groan, pressing himself ever so slightly harder against Cal. The sounds were amplified like this, almost like music to his ears. He could feel the vibrations traveling through Cal's body, and he knew that soon enough, he wouldn't be able to hold back any longer.

Cal finally finished the last piece of candy and let out a long, contented groan. His stomach was painfully full, but he managed to swallow down the last bits of saliva and candy mush.

He took a moment to breathe, catching his breath after shoveling candy into it nonstop for over an hour again. Leo was worked up and clung to his side, and Cal couldn't ignore the hardness pressed against his thigh. He glanced down, then back at Leo with a raised eyebrow. "What's going on down there?" He asked teasingly, a small smirk playing on his lips.

Leo blushed, realizing that Cal had caught on.

Cal giggled, "Awww, you're *hic* turned on by my tummy noises, aren't you? Yeah, it’s super rumbly in there." he teased again. Leo nodded, unable to form words. He was too lost in the symphony of Cal's digestive system. The wet sloshes, the gurgles and growls that rose up from deep within, hearing him burp from the inside-ish. It was all so...intoxicating. He could feel precum wetting the tip of his cock and soaking into his boxers as he continued to grind against Cal's thigh.

Cal didn't say it out loud, but he was feeling a little nauseous now that he was back to being just as full as he was before everything was unceremoniously forced up and out, but he was determined to hold it all down, not wanting a repeat of earlier.

Leo groaned, realizing that he was dangerously close to cumming in his jeans. He pulled back slightly from Cal, his breath coming out in ragged pants. "Cal...I can't keep this up much longer," he admitted, gripping onto as much of Cal’s shirt that he could manage. "I need to take care of this soon." He glanced over at Cal, who was still smirking at him despite his discomfort. Cal's eyes widened a bit at the thought of Leo cumming in his pants right there. It wouldn't be the first time, nor the 5th time. But then his smirk grew wider as he had a sugar-fueled idea, "Well, what do you want to do then?"

Leo sat up, looking down at Cal's sweaty, candy-covered mouth. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "I don't know..." he trailed off, thinking aloud. "I want to do something for you too..." Cal chuckled softly, "*Ahem* Well I think I've had my fill of candy and stuff for today, if I gotta taste one more sweet thing, I'm gonna puke again." he said, patting his bloated stomach. "*Burp* unf.. sorry, couldn't hold that one in." He looked over at Leo, considering his options. Just something to get the sugary taste out of his mouth. "Maybe...something salty?"

Leo's mind should have gone to dirty places, and usually it would, but right now he was very focused on not moving his hips or legs at all so as not to cause any friction near his crotch that could set him off. "Uh. I could make you a piece of toast- or I think there's some bacon left over?" He thought aloud.

Cal would have belly-laughed if his belly weren't so sensitive right now. Instead he snorted and chuckled lightly. "Dude, I mean I wanna see you touch yourself, up close and personal." He knows Leo does best with direct instructions. (Another side effect of him being nermal divergent, or whatever the term Leo used was. Something along those lines..) "I'll walk you through what you can do, just get situated in front of me, kay?"

Leo blushed furiously at Cal's words. He'd never had his dick so close to someone's mouth or face before, but the thought of pleasuring himself in front of Cal sent a thrill through him. He moved slowly, carefully, positioning himself beside Cal, and in front of his face. His hands trembled slightly as he undid the button and zipper of his jeans, revealing his hard cock straining against his boxers.

Cal watched with hungry eyes, licking his lips subconsciously. He was still feeling a little queasy from the candy, but the sight of Leo like this made him forget all about it. "That's it," Cal encouraged, his voice husky. "Take it out." Leo swallowed hard and did as he was told, pulling his boxers down just enough to free himself. He started stroking slowly, watching Cal's face for any signs of disgust or discomfort. But all he saw was desire. Cal leaned forward, his breath hot against Leo's skin. "Come closer," he whispered. "I wanna see you up close." Leo did as he was told, moving forward until his cock was only inches away from Cal's mouth. Cal licked his lips again, then opened his mouth, gesturing for Leo to budge even closer.

Leo groaned, his grip tightening on his cock. ...it was almost too much. He started stroking faster, watching as Cal opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, waiting for Leo to cum.

Leo could feel the pressure building inside him, his balls tightening. He closed his eyes, focusing on not letting his hand slip and punching Cal in the face, but also the feeling of his own pleasure. Leo was so close. His voice was trembling and his voice rose in both volume and pitch as he moaned. Suddenly, as Cal shifted a little to get in a more comfortable position, a burp worked its way up and out. Cal retracted his tongue momentarily, burping just centimeters away from the tip of Leo's dick before opening wide again.

Yep, that was it.

With one last grunt, Leo came, painting Cal's tongue and lips with his cum.

Cal swallowed it all greedily, savoring the taste.

Cal sat back against the bed, a satisfied smile spreading across his sticky face. "Mmm...thank you, Leo," he said, licking his lips clean.

Leo had already fallen down onto his side, his chest heaving, still recovering from his intense orgasm.

Cal's own arousal hadn't waned, however, and he shifted uncomfortably. "But I think... I think I need some relief too," he said, looking up at Leo, batting his eyes. "I've been pretty good today, don't you think? I ate all that candy, and I even kept it down the second time!" Leo nodded, still trying to catch his breath. "Yeah you did," he managed to say, his eyes still glazed over with pleasure. Cal burped again, then groaned "I.. *uuuuORP*-guh... I don't feel like I can sit up or move, either.." Leo sat up with a grunt, crawling in between Cal's legs. His hand reaching under the rock-hard bloated curve of Cal's candy-filled belly and palming the bulge in his sweatpants. "I'd say you've paid your dues, fulfilled your punishment and whatnot," Leo murmured, giving Cal's cock a gentle squeeze through the fabric.

Cal let out a soft whine, "Please Leo...*hic-uurp* t-touch me...." He begged. Leo couldn't deny him that.

With renewed energy, Leo slid his hand inside Cal's sweatpants, wrapping his fingers around his warm, hard length. Cal's breath hitched as Leo started stroking him, his thumb circling the sensitive head.

Leo's mind was a swirl of conflicting emotions. Part of him was still coming down from the intensity of what had just happened, but another part was already imagining what Cal would look like as he came apart under his touch.

He stroked him slowly at first, savoring every twitch and gasp from his overfull boyfriend. Cal's stomach gave an audible growl of protest as Leo's hand inevitably brushed against it, but Cal didn't seem to notice. Or maybe he was just too turned on to care. Or maybe that's what turned him on. Either way, Leo found it incredibly hot. He picked up the pace, his hand moving up and down in a steady rhythm. Cal's eyes fluttered shut and his head fell back against the pillow.

As Leo continued to stroke Cal, he couldn't help but notice how full Cal's stomach looked. The thought of all that candy trapped inside him, pressing against his insides, made Leo's own lower abdomen pang with arousal again already. He leaned forward, placing soft kisses on Cal's belly as he continued to pleasure him. Cal moaned, arching his back slightly.

"Leo...I'm- oh fuck! Ooh, 'm gonna c-hah~...mmm~ cumming!" Cal managed to say between gasps. Leo looked up at him, meeting his gaze. Cal's eyes were squeezed shut, his face contorted with pleasure and discomfort from his increasingly upset belly.

"Go'head.." Leo sighed, his voice barely audible. Cal gasped, then slowly exhaled through clenched teeth as he came, his body tensing up before relaxing completely.

Cal lay there, panting heavily and still recovering from his orgasm. Leo couldn't help but chuckle a little at Cal's predicament- his round, bloated belly sticking out from beneath his shirt even as he lay back. He reached over to wipe off Cal's stomach, sticky with both sweat and cum- not that any of the cum was able to reach further than his belly button- and gently rubbed circles on taut tummy. Cal groaned, his belly protesting against the movement. "Ouugh... *urp* now that I've actually gotten off, it's really starting to hit me just ho-*hic-uuurp* uhhng.. h-how full I am.." still trying to catch his breath.

Leo smiled down at him "Maybe next year, you'll learn to pace yourself." his hand still rubbing soothing circles on Cal's distended stomach. Leo could never keep his hands very far from Cal's belly when it was full.

Cal smirked, "Well I dunno, if this is the punishment for sneaking candy, maybe I might just try it again. Seems like it's worth it." Leo couldn't help but laugh "Remember what you just said when you're on the toilet later trying to pass whatever all that candy and taffy's fossilized into since Halloween night." Cal's cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Leo pulled Cal's sweatpants back up over his softening cock, then stood up from the bed. "Come on," he said, offering his beached pal a hand. "I'll help you to the bathroom, but then you're on your own for a bit. I gotta clean your room so we don't get ants."

Cal nodded, wincing slightly as he sat up. Leo couldn't help but notice how much bigger his belly looked now as he sat upright. He resisted the urge to poke it teasingly, knowing Cal wouldn't appreciate it right now.

"Oh, and I gotta start drafting those movie reviews!"

Cal slowly got to his feet, holding his belly with one hand and Leo's hand with the other. He waddled towards the bathroom, each step making his fullness more and more apparent. Leo couldn't help but stare at his boyfriend's round stomach as it swayed slightly, barely jiggling. He shook his head, a small smile on his face. He's so lucky to have someone as sweet (and hot) as Cal in his life.

Once Cal was settled on the toilet, Leo went to leave before Cal called back "Oh, waitwaitwait! Can you bring me my Gameboy? Since I'm just gonna be chilling in here?" Leo laughed "Ohhh my god.. anything else your majesty?". Leo changed his direction, grabbing their shared gaming device to drop off and keep Cal entertained. Leo isn't a germaphobe, he thinks, but he swears that thing is used exclusively during long bathroom trips. He might have to sanitize the Gameboy too after all this.

"Alright, I'll leave you to it, yell if you need me." Leo said, giving Cal's shoulder a gentle squeeze before heading back to the bedroom. As he started to gather up the discarded candy wrappers into the empty bags, Leo couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The tension that had been building between them all day had finally come to a head, and Cal had finally gotten the intimacy he wanted, and Leo had, for lack of a better word, milked himself physically dry for at least the rest of today, and had a clear mind ready to focus on cleaning and thinking up smartass horror movie criticisms to blog about.

He brought a garbage bag, some sanitizing wipes, scrubbing brushes, and some carpet cleaner- because if Cal's sticky state this morning was anything to go by, there's probably chocolate melted into every porous surface in the room.

...

Something was missing from his schedule, he knew it. But.. if he were to properly sit down and berate himself for all the things he's already put off berating himself for, it would take all day. He can't help but feel like he's delaying the inevitable, and getting himself more and more accustomed to self indulgence in the meantime...

Leo sighed, pushing those thoughts aside for now. He had a room to clean, movie reviews to write, and a constipated boyfriend to tend to. But later... later he would repent. To whom, he doesn't know. Himself? For someone who can't help but frequently please himself, he really is a difficult person for himself to please.

Maybe he could just keep delaying it. -----------------------------------------------------------------

[ask-rw-x-warriors-au]

two refs done!! moonstar and pebblestar. ik ive technically done both of their refs before but these are more of what ive imagined their designs would be, and also more realistic. ill put down some lore for them :3

Pebblestar

the youngest out of the original five leaders

hes a half maine coon dilute red tabby

ever since he got eternal life from the moonpool, and realizing he could quite literally never die, he was pissed about it and tried to find ways to bypass it

ever since sliverstars death, he has been even more hellbent on trying to die, because there was obviously some possible way to die.

he asked sunstar if they had any ideas, and they told him about an extremely poisonous berry called “rotberries” a nibble can kill a strong adult cat, so pebblestar decided maybe if he ate a lot of them it would all be too much for his body, so he planted a couple seeds in his camp. however, he didnt actually die and just grew very sick and weak forever, and the invasive berries took over his camp, a constant reminder of his stupid idea that led him to this.

Moonstar

the oldest of the original five leaders, and the one to take care of them while they were all kits, hiding under a bush from the war that raged around them.

shes a half maine coon blue tortoishell

she cares a lot for the other leaders

she tried to convince pebblestar to not, yk, try to kill himself, which really only made him more resentful of her

one random day, pebblestar came to her, rambling about why he was upset at her and what she did wrong and whatever. (moonstar had absolutely no idea where any of this was coming from) and it evolved into a bit of an argument, and because pebblestar was young(compared to the others, at least) he didnt have much of an idea how to control his emotions, and was usually pretty physical, so he kept cornering her more to the edge of the rock platform they were on that overlooked the camp, but due to the raging storm, lightning hit it at just the right spot where most of the walls of moonclans camp crumbled. pebblestar got out quickly, but moonstar fell and was incapacitated in the collapse.

sorry for me being an absolute YAPPER about the lore, it might happen again :3 hope u like them though, i definitely do

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My Saviour

A/N: Wanted to get some more out tonight so picked this one and formed a plan for next week as well. This is another from the old blog which was requested as seen below and has only been slightly edited. Based around 2016/2017 progress. Also wanted to keep the old warning in cause I found it funny.

Warnings: Fair amount of sweary words but that it.

Request: Y/N is forced to accompany Pete Dunne to the ring. Zack Sabre Jr fell in love with her from the start. He hates the idea of even seeing her with someone else. Zack wins his match and takes her hand as they ran out. She asks him why out of all people why her. He pins her against the wall and starts to tell her in a loud voice how much he hated seeing her with him. She kisses him and it leads to a night of cuddles.

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I both love and hate accompanying Pete Dunne to the ring. I love it as I get a front row seat to great matches and see how I can improve my own abilities in the ring since Pete is one of the best in the industry. However, I hate the way he treats me like I'm a slave and beneath him. Since I made my debut in Progress Wrestling, Pete has done nothing but tell me how worthless I am and how I will never make it. I never wanted to accompany him but it was the only thing Progress had for me and I didn't want to turn down one of the top promotions in the UK, so I took what I was given and ran with it. I do have my own matches against wrestlers so it's not all bad, but at the end of the day I'm stuck with a guy who treats me like crap.

Tonight, Pete is going up against Zack Sabre Jr. I don't know Zack really well, he always makes the effort to say hello to me when we're at the same venue, no matter what he is doing, and on the rare occasion when he isn't too busy, he starts a conversation with me. Zack's a lovely friendly guy and I would be lying if I said I didn't find him attractive.

"Now Y/N, don't embarrass me tonight by being an idiot," Pete said as we were at the curtain, waiting to go to the ring. I rolled my eyes at his comment. "Oh, and when I ask you for help, I expect you to do it straight away, do you understand?" I ignored him. He was treating like I was 3 or something. "Do you?!" He screamed in my face when I didn't reply. I just nodded my head, wanting this to be over.

His music went off and we made our way to the ring. Zack was already there, looking pretty pissed. I don't really know why though, as far as I knew Pete hadn't done anything to intentionally piss Zack off. Pete got into the ring as I stood at ringside. After the usual introductions, the bell rang and the match began.

The match was going pretty well with both men able to get good offence in and held their own against each other. Zack had Pete trapped in one of his many submission holds, he looked over at me and gave me a flirty wink. I blushed a bit, but brushed it off because I knew he was a cheeky guy.

Shortly after that, all I heard was Pete screaming at me.

"Bloody hell, do something Y/N! For fuck sake, don't just stand there!" I sighed, I really didn't want to get involved, especially since Zack has been nothing but kind to me, maybe I'd go as far as to say he was a friend, however, Pete had the power to get me fired and I didn't want that to happen. Reluctantly, I got on the ring apron and just stood there but it was enough to distract the ref. I couldn't help but I feel bad for what I was doing but I had to.

My distraction was also enough to get Zack to loosen his grip which allowed Pete to get out and knee him in the back of the head. He was able to get a hold of Zack and set him up for the bitter end. I got off the apron to allow the ref to get back to the match. However, as Pete got Zack in the air, Zack was able to counter it and put Pete in an octopus like hold. Pete tried to get out but Zack's grip only got tighter and started to dig his elbow into Pete's side. Eventually Pete tapped out, no longer being able to handle the pain.

I knew he was going to be raging at me for not helping a second time but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I sighed, mentally preparing myself for the bollocking I was going to get from Pete once we got backstage. I took a deep breath before going to climb into the ring but just as I was about to get up on the apron, I felt a hand grab my wrist. I turn around to see Zack, he lightly pulls me closer to him so I could hear what he was going to say.

"I need a word with you." I simply nodded my head as a response and let him lead me up the ramp by my wrist.

Once we got backstage, he pulled into a corner where no one could see us. He look stressed and aggravated.

"Zack, is everything okay? What did Pete-" Before I could finish Zack cut me off by pinning me against the wall, giving me a fright.

"Don't say his name! I don't want to hear his name! I hate that he spends a lot of time with you! I hate that he doesn't treat you the way you deserve! Someone like you deserves to be treated like a queen!" He took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Why are you with him anyway? Surely you hate being treated like that."

"It wasn't my choice to be with him. It's all they have for me, so I grit my teeth and get on with it." I spoke as gentle as I could to make sure Zack was calm, but my words frustrated him more.

"You shouldn't!" He snapped but calmed down again. "You should've said something to me sooner. I can help you. I care a lot about you Y/N." He let his grip loosen and raised his other hand to cup my cheek. He leaned closer to me, like he was going to kiss me, but he pulled back when we both heard a voice screaming bloody murder.

"Where the fuck are you bitch?! Don't think you're getting away with this! Where are you and that dickhead hiding?!" It was Pete and he was pissed about what happened moments ago.

Zack completely released his grip on me and held out his hand for me to take. "Come with me, I can keep you away from him."

"Okay," was all I could say as I took his hand.

We snuck out of the venue so Pete didn't see us, got into Zack's car then drove to the hotel. Once we got there Zack insisted that I should stay with him and go to his room so Pete wouldn't find me and bang down my door. I wasn't sure at first but he eventually convinced me that I would be safer with him.

Once we got in his room, I sat at the end of the bed, looking down at my feet, whilst Zack went to the bathroom to get changed.

"Why me?" I asked, not looking up, as soon as I heard him come out the bathroom.

"What?" He sounded a bit surprised and confused at the question.

"Why me? Out of all the women you can make the time for, why me? Why potentially put yourself in danger by helping me get away from Pete? You know he'll convince Tyler and Trent to come after you too. Why go through so much bother for me?" All my thought just came pouring out of my mouth.

"Because I love you Y/N!" He shouted and started to pace around the room as he spoke. "Seeing you with Pete makes me angry and, if I'm being honest, jealous. He shouldn't treat anyone like that, especially you. When I first saw you I thought you were the most beautiful women I had ever seen and when I started talking to you, I could tell how kind you were, yet you were stuck with him. I thought you wanted to be with him but after what you told me, I realised that wasn't the case. I've wanted this match for a while as I knew it would be my chance to tell you how I feel and get you away from him."

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?" I said as I lifted my head to look at him, overwhelmed by what he said.

"I had no idea if you'd feel the same way about me." He seemed nervous, which was unusual as I'm used to him being confident, maybe even cocky, but not nervous. He stopped pacing and ran his hand through his hair. "Do you feel the same way?" He kneeled down in front of me so he could be eye level with me.

If I' m being honest with myself, I hadn't given it much thought, sure he was handsome but I never really sat and thought about how I feel about Zack. But in the moment, looking into his eyes, I realised that I felt the same way. I mean, he is a very attractive man, cares about the world and wants to make it a better place, has been nothing but kind to me and makes an effort to talk to me.

"Yeah, I do." I leaned in and kissed him which surprised him at first but kissed me back, passionately. It felt amazing, fireworks were going off. I didn't want to break it but eventually we did since we had to breath. I let out a yawn shortly after.

"Are you tried sweetheart?" I nodded my head as my heart skipped a beat when he called me 'sweetheart'. "Put this on the now and in the morning we'll go get your bags from your room, sound good?" He gave me one of his T-shirts.

"Sounds good," I replied as I took the shirt from him and went into the bathroom to change into it. When I came back out Zack was already in the bed waiting for me.

"Come cuddle with me," I got into the bed and laid my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me.

"You do know I am worried about what could happen to you?" I spoke after a few moments of silence.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Pete, and probably Tyler and Trent as well, will be after you and I don't want anything bad happening to you."

"Don't worry about that love, I know a brunch of guys who can help me deal with those dickheads. Just relax and close your eyes, I'll deal with it all." I bury my head into his chest and did what he told me to do, slowly drifting off to sleep with a smile on my face, knowing I have Zack to keep me safe and make me happy.