#and its awesome sauce so worth the wait!

[eafeebevibin]

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Brittana Yellowjackets AU for the wonderful @eafeebevibin as part of the 2024 Glee holiday art swap!

This was very fun to do. Hope you enjoy! :)

[rakurairagnarok]

JUICED UP

Commission for @creativly-bankrupt

Jordan, Matt and Isaac looked their eyes out on the beach. The college sophomores were almost drooling by the massive amounts of babes that walked around in their skimpy bikinis. Their plump lips, hourglass figures, and sun kissed skin were enough to send all three boys' hormones into overdrive.

"Alright, first who scores a chick gets to command the others for two weeks!" Jordan says with a sly smirk.

"As if any woman would even let you talk to them." Matt retorts.

Isaac meekly looks around, as his friends go opposite ways. He wasn't really an outgoing person, but he got invited by his friends to leave his musky dorm room to go to the beach, relax and look at the gorgeous women that were always hanging around the sun heated sands.

He sighs as he slowly makes his way to the small bar at the other side. He wasn't going to pick up anyone, so getting sunburned wasn't really worth it. He ordered a coke light and while waiting he looked out over the white beach.

He wasn't ugly perse, but he had no game, no money and definitely no muscles to seduce any of the 10/10 ladies that were trotting around.

He turned back to the bar man only to notice a different man standing in front of him, his face inches away from his own.

Isaac let out a small yelp and almost fell of his stool, but the man quickly grabbed Isaac's arm and pulled him back up.

"T-thanks" Isaac mumbled.

"Like, no probz, bro!" The man smiled as he let go of Isaac's arm. "You, like, look totally out of it brah, what’s wrong man?"

Isaac looked the man up and down. He was huge. He was wearing a large Hawaiian shirt, with not a single button closed, revealing his massive pecs, washboard abs and a generous treasure trail to his groin. His arms looked trapped in the sleeves, almost as if one sudden move could tear them to shreds.

"Y-yeah, I guess you could say that..." Isaac sighed as he saw the slight confusion on the mans face. "My friends invited me here, but now they are running around trying to pick up chicks, when I'm not even confident enough to ask for extra sauce at a restaurant..."

The man let out a bellowing laugh. "You, like, totally remind me of me, when I was your size brah."

Isaac rolled his eyes.

"But I got like, totally, the thing for ya bro."

He dove under the counter loudly rummaging through countless boxes and drawers. "Ah, totally got it”.

He came back up with a pink can with bright blue letters on it. "Jockcy" There were some other words on it, but it was hard to make out.

"Ra-rai- Inc.?" Isaac gave up. "So, what is this?"

"Its like, this totally awesome drink that like, totally gets you super pumped and shit bro!"

Isaac laughed. So, either alcohol or some weird soda pre-workout? No thank you.

"I think I'm good, I don't really..."

"Nah nah brah, I like, totally insist. It got me super jacked look!" He flexes his left arm, and as predicted, his sleeve tore open, revealing his massive bicep.

"Oh fuck... I totally destroyed that" He chuckled and flexed his other arm as well. "Now I’m totally even again" he said with a massive grin as his other sleeve fell to the ground.

Isaac rolled his eyes again. Not seeing another way out, he cracked open the can and took sip. It was... not that bad... pretty good actually. He smiled as he took another sip. And then another. And then a big gulp, and another. And then... it was empty. Isaac let out a large belch. "Oh shit"

"Oh shit..." the big man looked shocked at Isaac.

"You like... drank it all?"

"Yeah, it was ...BUUUUUUUURP... really good... oh Fuck" Isaac put a hand on his stomach as he felt it churn and rumble. "GODDAMNIT FUCK, I LIKE, SHOULDN'T HAVE LISTENED TO YOU" He shouted as he ran to the toilet.

The big man just stared at the pink can on the counter as Isaac ran off.

"Ooo... I like, totally forgot he was only supposed to take few sips."

A sly grin appeared on his face.

"Well, I think that’s an experiment in the works then. Got to see these test results”.

He snickered as he turned around to help other customers. On the back of his shirt were the words, RAKURAI INC. in large bold letters.

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Isaac burst into the small bathroom and locked the door behind him. The room was spinning, and he was drenched.

"What the fuck... what the fuck was in that..."

His stomach rumbled as another large belch escaped his lips. He rubbed his stomach, which by now was protruding quite a bit.

"I'm like... so totally bloated."

Isaac froze. His vocabulary was a lot more expansive than for him to use those unnecessary, and dumb words.

"Like... what the fuck... I'm like totally not..."

He grabbed his head, the room started spinning more and more.

"Like what the fUcK"

His eyes widened. His voice. It cracked? No not quite. It.

"It’s getting deeper?"

Isaac's jaw dropped. Then... a smile appeared, and he began to laugh. A deep, bellowing laugh like the one the bar man had.

"I like... sounds so totally sexy now brah."

There it was again, stupid vocabulary.

Isaac couldn't help but laugh.

As he laughed, he didn't notice that with each breath, he seemed to grow. At first, it was hardly noticeable but after a few more he shot up. His former measly 5'6 now replaced with a very respectable 6'3. Isaac looked down, and almost tripped. The floor was so far away.

"Did I like... grow?" Isaac laughed again, a bit softer now, a tinge of anxiety slipping into his voice. He heard a rip behind him and turned around. Another rip, and another. He took a deep breath and... RIIIIIIIIIIIP. His loose oversized t-shirt slowly dropped to the floor, in tatters. Isaac looked down and saw his torso had broadened to unbelievable proportions. His shoulders were almost three times as wide! While slowly exploring his widened physique, he took another deep breath, which caused his flat chest to expand into two giant muscle balloons. Isaac ran a hand across them and squeezed sending a massive wave of pleasure through his whole body, which made him throw his head back in glee. At the same time his glutes bubbled and grew, giving him a massive bubble butt, and an almost permanent arch in his back.

"Uhm... this feels like... totally amazeee" Isaac's voice dropped another octave and at the same time his IQ seemed to plummet. He dropped onto the toilet, which groaned under the weight of his massive tits and ass. Isaac giggled. Tits and ass that’s what he came here for, but now he got them. His hands, which by now had turned into big meaty paws, ran down his massive torso. His stomach was still sticking out, but there were some slight imprints of abs visible, stretched out over the gut.

Looking down and taking another deep breath, Isaac quads take on an enormous size. Doubling, tripling in size, they tear open the board shorts Isaac was wearing leaving him with only his speedo. Speedo?

"No, I was like... Wearing boxers" Isaac groaned as he watched his bulge pulsate. Intrigued, he groped his package, and felt it grow. He kept groping, and it kept growing. A loud churning could be heard form underneath him and he watched in awe as his bulge kept growing and growing, and his balls started to feel heavier, slowly dropping, nearly falling out of the tight confines of his speedo.

A weird scent caught the attention of the horny giant. He looked around as he saw something move in the corner of his eye. He moved his head and saw that his bicep was growing. He lifted his arm and a massive wave of the scent blasted in his face. Immediately Isaac buried his face in his pit, which was steadily growing hairier. A loud moan escaped Isaacs lips as the musk invaded his brain. More IQ dropped from his skull into his balls, sending another wave of pleasure through Isaacs whole body. At the same time thousands of pinpricks spread across his body. He looked at his massive arms and saw intricate patterns appear. Some tribal tattoos wrapped around his giant biceps. Isaac looked at his arms with glee as he flexed every muscle in his body.

A slight burning sensation spread on his head, as his dark auburn hair began bleaching itself. Along with the colour of his hair more IQ dropped into his already growing dick and balls. A thick scruff spread along his slowly squaring jaw, and his mouth was stuck in an almost permanent state of awe.

Isaac walked out of the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He still had his memories, he still knew who he was, why he had come here and what he had looked like before. He just did not give a single fuck anymore. He looked, smelled and felt amazing, and it was time to share that with his friends. He walked to the beach quickly locating both his friends who were desperately trying to get the attention of some girls in the water.

Isaac made his way to the water and walked through it, his massive build slowing him down somewhat but his muscles giving him the strength to push forward.

"Hey guys, like... you guys totally haven't gotten any chicks yet have ya bros" he said with a big grin.

Matt and Jordan turned around to see a massive guy walking towards them.

"Yeah, so what dude" Matt sneered, annoyed at how easily their intentions were spotted.

"What you gonna show us how it's done or something?" Jordan snickered. No way a meathead like him was going to pick up any self-respecting woman here.

"Like... sorta brah" Isaac grinned as he grabbed both boys by their necks. He pushed Jordan in his pit while he pulled Matt towards his face, quickly pushing his tongue into the boy’s mouth. They both briefly struggled, but the musk of the pit, and the pleasure of the kiss quickly drained both their bodies of any resistance. A quick swap of the boys and their bodies began to change. Jordans lanky body shrunk down a bit, while packing on some lean muscle. Matt on the other hand grew a few inches, but contrarily beefed up quite a bit. The trio now looked like an example graph of muscle, lean, bulk and beefy.

After finally letting go, the boys looked up at Isaac, who was still towering above them both.

"Like... what the hell happened to us"

"Yeah, we like... totally look super hot now... but"

"Yeah, I'm like... so not attracted to girls anymore."

Isaac laughed. "Yeah bros ... were gonna have like... so much fun at home."

He wrapped his beefy arms around his new boyfriends and took them home.

In the bar the huge bartender was on the phone.

"Yeah, it seems a whole can give infective properties to the consumer... what was that? That's good news? Right... I'll let the lab know."

The man laughed. "I should totally have given him my number."

He frowned for a second, before slamming an "on break" sign down on the counter and running after the trio.

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Hope you guys enjoyed it and especially you @creatively-bankrupt.

Seems Rakurai INC. is spreading to other kinds of products!!! What else could they have in store???

[voidingintotheshout]

Bigger Bro: A Continuation

Okay, so there's this amazing story of filial revenge by someone on here called Better Off Bigger. They wrote an amazing 10 page (6,000 word) story called Big Bro. It's one of my favorite stories (of any genre) from the last couple of years. It is 18+ but I don't recall any sex or descriptions of nudity. Use discretion, but in my estimation is only PG-13.

Anyway, I wrote a 19 page (15,000 word) sequel to this awesome story exploring the family history and the relationship dynamics between the two brothers. I've talked with Better Off Bigger and their preference is that I link to their story and then post my own. I'll honor that and remind you that my story may not stand of its own without reading their story first.

Link to: Big Bro by Better Off Bigger

I'll post my story in two parts. I started this story in January 2023. It's DECEMBER 2023 now. It's been a tough thing to polish and edit. It's worth knowing that I loathe editing, so if there is a typo, leave it (and the location) in the comments if it's bothering you and I'll try to get around to fixing it in less time it took me to edit this thing (6+ months).

Bigger Bro (Part 1 of 2) (2023)

Note: Part 1 is in first person, from Jared’s perspective.

Fortunately, I love cooking, so spending a couple of extra hours in the kitchen every day making food for my big bro Marco was something that gave me pleasure. It also didn’t hurt that recently, my stepbrother had been conditioned to eat everything that was put in front of him, and it showed.

It has been a year since I moved out of my parents house, and Marco was out of a job. Apparently, someone tipped off our oblivious boss at how much food Marco was eating, which, at first our boss didn’t really care that much about until this person put a price tag on how much it was costing our boss, and then Marco had to go.

We moved ourselves out of that house, and for a little while he was at a loss. He hadn’t been out of work in years, and he didn’t know what to do with himself. He thought for a while about going to college or going back to school in between bites of whatever food I put in front of him, but whenever I would dangle the idea of how he would pay for it in front of him, the idea of cashing in his nest egg on going back to school didn’t appeal to him. He’d tell me that he would think about it, mull it over in between mouthfuls. Fortunately, I managed to keep him mostly occupied as I persuaded him that this new arrangement was about complete freedom for him to do what he wanted. No asshole judgmental friends, no asshole judgmental parents, and no asshole judgmental coworkers. He could do what made him happy, which coincidentally was what would make me happy: him eating like a pig.

I moved around some of the dishes that were warming in the oven and stirred some of the items that were still on the stove. I treated our stove like a warming oven, so things that took a long time to put together like a stack of waffles or pancakes, or French toast, could just stay warm in the oven while I worked on other things. I could still hear Marco’s snoring from the end of the hall, so I knew that he was still asleep. Fortunately, I was almost done.

The pot of coffee was brewing on the dining table, and that was the last thing I put together for his breakfast. I already had my lean breakfast while I was cooking, because I certainly wasn’t gonna wait around a half hour to an hour while he wolfed down all of that food. I turned the heat off on the final items to get done, which was the roasted carrots in butter sauce. I started to plate everything on large trays, because he didn’t really care about eating off of ceramics, so I just put the food directly on serving trays, just to make it easier for me to keep everything clean. I just kept a stack of them on the counter and I could just throw them in the dishwasher as needed. Usually one meal cooking for Marco ended up filling up the dishwasher more or less, so I just got into the habit of emptying the dishwasher while I was prepping the food.

I was plating the food, when I heard a thud at the end of the hallway, and that usually meant that Marco had rolled himself out of bed. I knew from experience that the heavier you got, you’re not usually very good at getting a sense of how much your life has changed since you’ve started gaining weight. He wasn’t even aware that he needed to use the momentum of swinging his legs to get his body off of the bed. One time, about a month or two ago, I came home. He was taking a nap in bed, and I tried to get him to see if he could get out of bed without swinging his legs over the side. Poor fat fuck acted like I was asking him to do the impossible. For a second, I wanted to get on to the bed and show that I had more than enough core strength to turn my body without swinging my legs… that this was an indication of how fat and heavy he had become, but I didn’t wanna fuck things up.

I heard the thuds of his footfalls, and I popped my head around the corner so I could see him waddle down the hallway. Unlike me, who gained weight mostly in the belly, Marco gained it everywhere, and he had already developed massive ass and thighs that made it so that he needed to waddle everywhere he went. Fortunately, I did everything for him, so no one had yet had called him out on the fact that he was literally waddling from place to place. I loved that I saw the edge of his belly leave the bedroom quite a bit before I saw the rest of him He waddled down the hallway, his arms pushed out from the massive bags of fat hanging down under his armpits. His apron of belly fat was hanging down below the reach of his arms. He could reach the end of his belly, but only if he was lying on his back.

One day, I was feeding him breakfast and he mentioned that he had just been beating off thinking about the hot guy I’d just brought home and fucked last night. I went into his room, and I saw that he had piled some pillows in the middle of the bed, presumably to get his belly away from his dick so he could even fucking reach it. I checked the browser history, but he was either too oblivious, or careless to even think about clearing it, and I was very happy to see that he was already chatting with communities of gainers and encouragers online. Googling tips on how you can continue masturbating at large sizes. I mean, he had a boyfriend, Nathan, but all of his eating made Marco horny so he usually needed it more often than Nathan was around. Nate was a little bit smaller than I was at my peak. He weighed about 275. Marco loved it because Nate was half his size.

“Sup bro.” Marco interjected. “Have another amazing repast for me, I see. You’re lucky that I’m here so that you can keep your skills up. It’s not like that bullshit restaurant you work at even serves breakfast food.” I snickered, because the restaurant had been an ‘amazing, esteemed place’ before he’d been fired but was now a ‘bullshit, shithole, fleabag’ now. A ‘bullshit’ restaurant serving fare he’d shovel into his face as fast as he could every time I brought home anything.

He started digging into the French toast with ice cream and syrup and butter. He ate it with serving spoons now because it was just easier to get stuff into his mouth. I was trying to convince him to start eating with his hands, but it was gonna take a little bit more persuading to get him to eat foods like mashed potatoes (which were hot), or ice cream (which was cold) with his hands. “Yeah. I love getting all the practice I can. I’ll have some of my fellow chefs drop off some food starting at around eleven. Will that give you enough time?”

“Yeah. I’ll be up and about by then. I got a lot of stuff percolating in the tank.” He said, with a jerk upwards, as if he was busy thinking deep thoughts about his future, as he moaned and grunted audibly stuffing food in as quickly as he could, in an effort to overfill his stomach before his brain could send the signal that he was full. As if it was a race against time.

“Excellent. It’s important to stay busy. Will you still be up later in the week to let some of my buddies in culinary school cook for you? They all really appreciate having someone with a good appetite who can give them notes on what you liked and what you didn’t. You know, food tasters are nice, but they only taste a bite of the food but you’ll finish the whole meal so you give them better sense of which items lose their flavor or stop being as delicious by the last bite.” I also liked the fact that the mammoth meals stuffed my obese brother with thousands of extra calories, every single time he had one of those. I wasn’t about to tell my brother that they didn’t really need his feedback, but I really loved any opportunity to stuff that fatass with more calories.

I thought back to Marco walking down the hallway. His double chin turned in to a small scoop of fat as plump, fleshy face jiggled as he waddled down the hallway. Marco generally didn’t bother wearing shirts around the house, but rather just kept a nice shirt near any place that he was likely to sit and eat, so he could just throw the shirt on anytime he needed to have guests. That would guarantee that if there were any food stains, they were almost always on the inside of the shirt.

I didn’t know how fat Marco had gotten exactly, but every once in a while, I would bring home a bottle of rum and two liters of Coke, and Marco would get completely wasted. Once, Marco had gotten to the point that I knew the fatass was about 10 minutes away from falling asleep, I would make Marco put one foot foot on either scale, because Marco was too fat for anything less than a bariatric scale at this point, and get his weight. This was an important one, because this was the one year anniversary of the two of us moving in together. When we moved in, Marco was 410 pounds. He had gained another 5 to 7 pounds between when he got fired and when we actually moved in. I glanced over to the table and noticed that Marco had finished half of the food on two of the cafeteria trays that were piled high with mounds of food covered in fat and butter and sugar. “Everything good there a big bro?”

“Amazing as always. I don’t know how you do it. I was always useless in the kitchen, but I was always pretty helpful around the dinner table finishing stuff off. Not that our fucking parents appreciated that. I’m glad I can at least do something to create more amazing chefs like you by giving all of your friends notes about what they’re making. Some of them are pretty good. That lady, Sandra? She’s amazing. You should have her come and cook again.”

Sandra. Yeah, Sandra wasn’t going to be coming back.

One of the design details that I had all over the house is I had mirrors right next to photos of Marco as he used to look when he was fit. As a way of taunting him. Amazingly, he never really put it together, he just saw that he was a hot guy and that was awesome and now he can do whatever he wants which was also awesome. Sandra didn’t know she was going to be cooking for someone who at the moment was about 530 pounds. Not only that, without anyone but me and his encourager boyfriend, he had lost all sense of decorum and table manners as he was encouraged to stuff food in as quickly and shamelessly as he could; never timid about asking for, or demanding, more food at any time. It was part of my plan to make a Marco one of those greedy pigs that he saw watching episodes of My 600 Pound Life. It was all part of a larger plan.

Sandra didn’t know any of that, and when she found out that her food was being used to make a 23 year old guy who was already so heavy that he struggled to get up, even fatter… she felt like she was doing something bad, and when she insisted that she would try to intervene and get Marco to start being healthier, she had to go. If need be, I could make up some story about unprofessional conduct, or she had a death in the family and needed to move away, or whatever.

I wasn’t sure, but I had a feeling that Marco had already gotten so fat that he would struggle to actually get into that fucking car of his. Once I knew that he was so fat that he would just keep stuffing himself for the rest of his life, I would point that out so maybe we could sell the car and he could keep the money for his rainy day fund and that would be so much less power that he would have to do things for himself. I didn’t need my pig to get away.

“Yeah, I don’t know what happened to her. I haven’t heard from her in a long time. I don’t know if she’s in the game anymore.” There was Nick, though, who had just moved up from Tennessee and had gotten used to putting too much butter and gravy in all of his southern cooking at the restaurant though. He was interesting, a little unpolished, but as soon as his techniques got better, I think he would jump at the chance of cooking for Marco, someone who would appreciate food made with as much butter and gravy as Nick could whip together.

Two-thirds of the food was gone. At this point I would usually go into the kitchen and rinse off stuff and put it in the dishwasher while he was absorbed in stuffing his face with more food, something that happened more and more often.

Once he got over 400 pounds and lost his job because people said he was too fat, he tried to rally a little bit, but it was moving out that really broke him. You see, he used to be a guy who could benchpress hundreds of pounds so when he was packing stuff up and moving stuff out of his room, I was making great progress with my stuff and I wasn’t helping him. His parents weren’t really talking to him that much because he kept on teasing them that he was going to move out and eat whatever he wanted and they were not happy. Fortunately for me, they are not people who communicate well. They’re the kind of people that, when they’re unhappy with you, they just stop talking to you. That was supposed to make the other person want to reach out and extend an olive branch, but Marco was just too stupid and oblivious for that. So all he registered was that they just weren’t giving him shit about what he was eating anymore and that he was almost ready to leave. I had packed up most of my wardrobe, the gym equipment, some of my smaller pieces of furniture, as well as other stuff like things from Marco’s and my childhoods that our parents didn’t want anymore. They were getting older and wanted to move into a smaller place. The house they were living in was part of a really great school system that was also really expensive. Since they didn’t really need to worry about that since they were empty-nesters, they could move into a much smaller, two-bedroom place without any stairs that was closer to his father’s job, and would be the kind of place that even if their knees started to go from all of their exercise, they wouldn’t have trouble getting around the house. A smart move, I thought.

So there I was, I would fill my car with a bunch of stuff, the big items first. It was easy. I would be packing up some stuff, with help from the guys at the gym, and I was making a ton of progress. Marco insisted that he could do it himself. He had his own car. The only problem was, the last time he had done a lot of weightlifting was 200 pounds ago, back when his weight was below 200. That belly was in his way. When he would be folding up his clothes, and lifting boxes off of the ground—it ended up being some thing that was not possible for him without getting winded or frustrated. Even with creating a mobility aide, such as putting the box on the desk chair while he was still sitting on the floor, and then using the desk chair to hoist himself up off the floor, he got worn out packing up a single box over the course of an afternoon. One day, after our parents have gone to sleep, I was back from the restaurant, and I was stuffing Marco with all of the foods that had gotten returned, as well as a bunch of other stuff that I was whipping up once he finished with that. It was our nightly routine.

He came to me, despondent. I knew it was serious because he’d stopped eating and put down the food for a few minutes. He came clean that he just didn’t have the stamina right now. Maybe he was just bloated from too many celebratory freedom meals. (That’s what he was calling every meal now that he was unemployed). He told me that he just didn’t have the energy to do this anymore and he wanted to know if he could have some help from me and my gym buddies, the ones that used to be his friends. I looked at him coldly, making sure to look down at his bloated, gut and food-stained shirt. The shirt that he had been wearing at the restaurant when he got fired. The one that had been tight then and now his belly was hanging out of the bottom of. He didn’t even care. I told him that I would get him his help, but in exchange he needed to sit there, in that shirt, stuffing his face the entire time they were packing up his room and he need to apologize that he had just gotten too fat to do this kind of stuff. I told him that I wanted him to own up to the type of man he was now and come clean. That he was too fat, and too out of shape to do anything other than eat. He started to object, but I told him that if he didn’t have his shit out of here, he would be unemployed, living with his parents, and I knew he didn’t fucking want that. I had him over a barrel. He relented.

Marco was on the last tray of food today, so while I was cleaning up the kitchen, I brought out some of the snacks that got him through the morning. I placed them in front of him I along with a remote. Sometimes he got so fat and heavy after eating, that he couldn’t manage to hoist himself up for several hours. So, since we had one of those giant flatscreen TVs across the living room, he would sometimes just sit at the table, snacking on food until his bladder or his appetite forced him to hoist his fat ass up and take care of something. “Thanks man. I didn’t wanna say anything, but those four trays are starting to not cut it anymore, you know? Like I’m not hungry obviously it’s just I’m not really as full as I’d like to be.”

God he was a pig. “Yeah, I know man. I used to be heavy too. I know how good it feels to really weigh yourself down after a nice meal. I’ve got you buddy. We’ll move up to five trays starting tomorrow. That should fill you up.” I figured by the time he got to 600 pounds a year from now I would be up to six trays, which was as much as that table could hold, but I also figured at that point I might be able to condition him to just start taking most of his meals in that bariatric bed with the foldout tables, and once I got him to start eating in bed, I knew he would never get up again. Then my plan would really start.

Anyway. Moving day. This was before Nate entered the picture. I saw Nate at the bar that Marco used to go to. He was trying to coax his date into finishing another plate of fries and all I heard was this random ex jock, shouting “stop trying to fatten me up dammit!”

I knew I had found the right person.

So I talked to Nate and explained about my brother. I knew I had chosen the right person when he got this hungry look in his eyes seeing the before and after picture from a hot, sexy confident jock to this puffy blob of a man lounging on the sofa with a huge tray of food resting on his belly, because it was the only place his fat arms could reach easily anymore. Nate immediately wanted to start playing around with Marco and it helped that he worked at a bakery, a place that tends to be open in the mornings and close by dinner time so I had someone who could feed Marco while I was at work during the dinner rush. I need to keep my brother full.

I couldn’t let him get hungry and start wasting away, now could I?

I’d set it up as if Nate was someone going to culinary school who was interested in Marco and loved his confidence or whatever, which was true. I wasn’t expecting Nate to develop genuine feelings, I was honestly only thinking of creating another incentive for Marco to continue being a pig, now that I had broken him with moving day.

Nate would come over about three times a week, and they would talk on the phone a lot, Marco never really putting it together that Nate always liked call when he knew Marco was going to be eating something. Whatever boats your float, Nate. They even fooled around… occasionally, because sex with Marco tended to be more of an ordeal, or so Nate said. The bigger Marco got, the less energetic and mobile he was. The more likely he would get out of breath, of his pulse would race too much, or whatever. This meant that his partner would need to take it even slower, and do more of the work. This meant that sex was fairly rare, especially since his belly and fat pad had buried so much of his dick at this point. I knew this because I was the one who needed to wash him down there now that he couldn’t reach everywhere anymore. The lack of sex thing was nice though, because that kept Marco horny and that made him eat more. It didn’t matter though because when he had sex, he felt like that hot stud he was before, and that also caused him to eat more.

I had done most of the washing up except for the final tray that Marco had in front of him and that’s when I heard the TV flip on, which was my cue that I could head out and start doing some cardio. I’d gotten myself into peak physical condition, so at this point it was all about maintenance. I didn’t wanna look like some kind of power lifter, so fitness was more about about going to the gym to maintain and burn off steam. I had about 45 minutes before I needed to leave for work so I had enough time to run a couple of miles before I took a quick shower and throw on my work clothes. Him being done with breakfast was a good sign. I would go for my workout, come home and then start the dishwasher. “You feeling good bro?” I’d shout from the kitchen.

I just heard a few mumbled words as he tried to talk with his mouth full. I smiled. I loved how easy this was. If the old Marco had seen what he was like now, he would be horrified. The fact that he was more than double his high school weight and didn’t really seem to care was more than I had hoped.

Sometimes, at the end of the day, he was so weighed down with food and muscle atrophy that he thought nothing of letting me help him up. The idea that he struggled to hoist his fat ass out of a chair after doing nothing but eating all day, didn’t even seem to bother him. “Awesome. I’m gonna go for my run. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I walked past where he’d seated himself on his bariatric bench with the wheels, so he could easily hoist himself up. I’d managed to convince him to let me install a little rope pull attached to one of the ceiling beams right above where he sat, to help hoist himself up. He said he didn’t need it, but I noticed that he uses it pretty much every time now. I was also gonna have one right above the spot on the couch that he usually sits in so we can use that one to help with himself up off the couch when he needs it.

I took off the apron and hung it from the hook in the kitchen, revealing the running clothes underneath. It was just easier to cook in my running gear that way I could save some time. Cooking that mountain of food for him was not easy. I glanced over at him and saw that he had already finished the fourth tray and was wolfing down a bunch of the snacks already. He was insatiable. I was glad to see that he had the TV remote and the door remote if he needed them.

That was one of the things that I treated him to when he got to 450 pounds. I had gotten to be pretty senior in the restaurant since I was saving money all over the place and getting rid of food waste (Which was going to Marco) and customer satisfaction was through the roof. Being in the food industry, and the restaurant industry in my town, you get to know chefs from all the other restaurants. It’s like a brotherhood. You find yourself calling them for references and stuff like that and eventually I’d broach the subject of what do you and delivery drivers do with food that you can’t sell. Dishes that get returned and deliveries that the customer paid for but didn’t show up to accept. Situations where you order too much of something and it needs to be used today and you’re not likely to do so. Well, wanting to have less food waste, it was easiest to just give all of that food to a delivery driver and have them run it over to Marco’s place. Marco would press the button on the door remote and let the guy in, who would place all the food in front of Marco and get five to ten bucks for his trouble. That way Marco would have piles more food and the guy (or the restaurant would have 5 to 10 bucks more than he used to. It didn’t happen every day, but it was getting more consistent as pizzas and cheesesteaks or whatever would arrive and Marco would be there to stuff it down his fat face.

Anyway, I turned down at the end of my block and continue on with my run. I wasn’t really worried about my time or my pacing anymore. I’m basically where I wanna be but I do try to keep my pace at a certain level just so I know that I’m not backsliding.

I’m very curious as to how much walking it would take Marco to get out of breath, but I don’t think he has left the house more than once in the last six months. I get all of his clothes and anything else he needs. I do the grocery shopping mainly because I don’t want him to buy a bunch of shitty tasting junk food which might make him bored. Eventually, I’ll need to resort to that when his appetite is such that I can’t really do a full-time job and feed him all day. Happily, he’s not at that point yet.

So anyway, moving day. Over 100 pounds ago. Marco had his instructions and I brought some of his old friends went and seen him in a few months and I choose the judgiest of his old gym buddies and I prefaced it by saying that Marco was unrepentant, and all he wanted to do was just be a pig out and stuff his fat ass with as much food as he could. He’d gotten himself so out of shape that he didn’t even have the stamina anymore to pack boxes and move them into his fucking car. We needed to get him out of the house so we’re gonna need to do it for him. Should only take a few hours with a couple of us working together.

The stage was set. I had given Marco a fairly lean breakfast, so he was already complaining for food by the time my friends from the gym got there. He didn’t know that they were his old workout buddies and some of his old lovers. They saw Marco with his belly hanging out of his old uniform, stuffing himself with anything he could get his hands on. Apologizing for not being able to help but he’s just really bloated lately and he just doesn’t have the stamina. That it just wears him out packing up all those boxes. He played his part to a T, and he was eating slices of cheesecake with his hands, right out of the tin. He takes a messy pile and holds it out to one of the gym rats and says “do you want a slice? It’s really good!”

They look at him disgusted. “Jesus fuck dude. You’re like a fucking disgusting pig. I think you might be the fattest guy I’ve ever fucking seen. That’s all you do. Just stuffing your fat ugly face with more fucking food? I remembered when I used to lust after you. I asked you for lifting tips. The only thing you’re lifting is your fucking fork. Do you even use silverware? Are you literally just stuffing food into your face with your hands? God what the fuck happened to you. You’re such a gross pig.” Marco looked totally defeated.

Fortunately, he was so hungry, and he was so prone to eating his feelings that it just made him want to stuff his face more, and when he realized they were not going to be convinced to treat him nicely, he almost wanted to stuff his face more to antagonize them. This gave me the idea that I’m going to be presenting to Marco later today after my run. One of the other guys chimed in who have been rejected by Marco “I remember when you were the type of guy they could have whatever you wanted, but it turns out the only thing you wanted more of was food. That’s why you ended up getting fatter than everyone else and you probably can’t even fit on most of the machines at the gym. Is it true that you got fired from your job at the restaurant because you got too fat? Oh my God, that’s your uniform isn’t it? You only got fired a few weeks ago and your belly is spilling out of the uniform? Damn, you’re never gonna lose weight if you don’t treat that as a wake up call.”

Marco, spiteful, stopped eating long enough to spit out a few words “I don’t need to stop eating. I can eat whatever fuck I want to and I hope you know that even though I’ve eaten myself so fat I can’t even pack up my own shit to move out of my house, I’m gonna stuff my face the entire fucking time you’re here so you can know that your words are motivating me to get even fatter.” He pulled up his shirt and grab the newly forming roll below his flabby sagging man breasts and said “do you see this roll right here? I’m gonna stuff my face until it ends up developing even more creases and folds in my flesh. And the entire time I’m doing it I’m gonna be thinking about you. So that you know you made me even fatter and heavier.” The rejected guy, who was a little bit of a dom, was disgusted, but I couldn’t help but notice that he needed to readjust his crotch immediately after. I’d catch Sean occasionally stealing glances at Marco gorging himself after that. Even all these months later, he’d try to play it cool and ask me ‘what is that gross pig of a brother looking like now’ and ask for a pic. There was a hungry look in his eyes that I was definitely going to take advantage of when Marco had totally given up.

I had gone around a mile and a half at this point and I was just about to turn and go through the homestretch. I tried to do about a 5K before I left for work, but sometimes I didn’t have time, and I had to turn it around early. That day he ended up stuffing himself to the point that he started begging and demanding that I order pizza to come to the house, so we could continue stuffing himself with more food as they move the last of the stuff out of his room. To the guys, I acted appalled that my fat ass stepbrother would want even more food but then, when I had a moment alone, I called the delivery place and ordered three pizzas to be delivered to our parents house under his name, as if while we were outside, he was just phoned to order more food. Happily, Marco was in on the bed and fessed up for it saying that three pizzas was not even going to be enough to fill his belly and then he probably would end up ordering a few more. That he needed to get himself nice and fat for them. That was the moment where I was absolutely sure that he was a man who ran exclusively on spite. I could use that.

As it turned out, I thought, as I finished the last third of the run. Marco had overestimated his appetite. He had eaten himself into a stupor, sure. But as he rested on his bed in the new place, surrounded by boxes, he still had one and a half pizzas left over, but those would be gone within 24 hours. After that, he was vocal about asking for as much food as he wanted. It was his thing, he had decided. He would not accept less than he wanted. The weight started to climb really quickly and I decided that I wanted to make sure that he didn’t need to leave the house to get anything so when I saw his clothes were starting to get tight I replaced them with larger sizes that I would buy on the Internet and have shipped to the house. That way he never really needed to worry about whether he could find clothes. Once I knew what brands he liked, it was very easy to pick him up a new T-shirt or sweatshirt that had sizes up to 10X or the gigantic pairs of sweatpants that he would throw on.

I even created a strap, like on a messenger bag, that he could use to pull up his pants if he needed to get them up and down. Hell, sometime between 450 and 500, I managed to convince him to start doing enemas which I needed to help him with. He was already used to the concept because he needed them before when he hooked up with guys, but the fact that he couldn’t actually reach back there well enough to insert it was new. I just needed to do about 2 to 3 enemas per week and he was good to go. I had started to turn onto the block where I lived and knew I would be heading home soon and then it was rushing to work and business as usual.

The funny thing is at one point about six months after he moved into this place. It’s almost like he just gave up. He started to look at old photos of himself like it was another person. Occasionally, he would watch episodes of My 600 Pound Life and complain because those people didn’t look that fat. Six-hundred pounds didn’t look that big to him. What were they complaining about?

That was a day where he couldn’t get the momentum to hoist his fat ass up off of the couch and needed me to help pull him up and he didn’t even have the self-awareness to see that he was a morbidly obese, 23-year-old who was too fat to wipe his ass, too fat to get up sometimes, and he was stuffing himself heading for 600 pounds.

Fortunately, one of the things that he loved back when he was fit, was showing himself off on Instagram. Fortunately, for me, he’s not very internet savvy. I walked in, and he was groggily digesting the meal working his way through a pot of coffee that was sitting next to him. The table he ate at was right next to an outlet, so I just brewed the coffee there, so he could just get coffee, as well as what turned out to be weight gain shakes that filled a small mini fridge that sat on the table. That way if he ran out of food and was desperate, he had something to eat, ignoring the fact that it was basically boost in a one-gallon pitcher.

“Hey bro” I asked the blob. “Have you thought about that Mukbang thing that I was telling you about?”

“Yeah. I’m definitely going to do it. In fact, I already set up the channel and created one or two videos already. They don’t have a lot of views, but it’s early yet. It’s not hard for me just to set up a video camera here and just videotape me eating and just talking about whatever. It’s nice to actually talk about, you know, my opinions on sports and culture and whatever and that Patreon thing that allows people to give me money? That’s amazing. People are really generous with that stuff. Especially when I showed what I looked like before I started eating? The money just started pouring in. I’m getting a lot of people that’ll just pay me money to eat random stuff. If I keep this up, I might be able to make enough money to actually pay rent around here! Imagine that, being able to earn more money stuffing my face than I could serving other people! That way, any time someone dropped off some food, I can just turn that into a video. Nate even said that he would agree to doing this kind of video where one person feeds me on camera? Apparently, that’s some thing that a lot of the guys have been requesting and it would be kinda hot to be able to do a video with my boyfriend. Thanks for the idea!” I saw that he was about to try to hoist himself up to head to the couch, but his belly bumped up against the bottom of the table and knocked him back down. He glanced up at the pull rope, and then just sighed ever so slightly. He settled back down and then reached over to grab a pitcher of the weight gain shake from the fridge. He waved me away to get dressed in my bedroom, and he pressed play on the video camera to start his next Mukbang.

“Hey, everybody. Mark of the Beast here. Or MarcObese as you’ve suggested I call myself. I’m thinking about the new name. I like it. It’s better than the cheesy metal name that I thought of. Anyway, I’ve got this pitcher of really fattening protein shake that my awesome stepbrother made. He’s the one that cooks a lot of the food you see on this channel. He’s a chef at this awesome restaurant in our town. He doesn’t want me to mention the name but it’s amazing. I’m just gonna go and rant about judgmental people at the gym while I finish this shake. Buckle up guys, I have a lot to say. Now it’s probably been a while since I’ve been at the gym. I didn’t really go back after that bullshit with moving day. Fuck those guys. I’ve just been focused on eating what I want, and living my best life. I’m glad that you guys are coming along for the ride. Although I doubt that if I did go back to the gym, it would be the same one I used to go to, the ones with all those judgy bitches that were there last time. So anyway, I struggled a little bit pulling open the door to the gym because it was uphill and I was just getting a little out of breath. OK? Not a big deal. And then this judgy twig of a woman goes ‘maybe you should pick up the barbells instead of the bars of chocolate tubbo!’ And I go ‘Fuck you! I’m gonna have twice as much junk food as I was going to today, that’ll show you!’ So anyway…”

I heard Marco trailer off after I cast one glance into the living room as I saw that he had already finished about a quarter of the pitcher when I went into the bathroom, closing the door and turned on the water to take my shower. My plan was going perfectly. Once he got to about 550 pounds, it was gonna be time to move on to phase 3. I just wanted to give it a little bit more time for his Mukbang channel to become his “career”.

Once some helpful person had pointed his channel out to the gainer and encourager scene, guys from all over the world started coming out of the woodwork and being so nice to him. Giving him money just to eat food he wanted to eat anyway. To Marco, it was a dream come true. But my dreams for Marco were just getting started. The days when I couldn’t bring people home because he was taking up all the space in the living room recording his videos? That time was coming to a close, I had a feeling. The water rushed over my svelte, naked body, and I thought of how much fun I could have in that living room when Marco finally figured out why he got the big bedroom, in the place I was paying for.

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Some time later, after Jared had quietly left, Marco shut the camera off. It was an OK video. Like a lot of his videos, he did it as a livestream where he made most of the money, release it as a video a while later, and then film a little bonus video at the same time where he would eat a little treat, based on the audience’s suggestion, and that bonus video would only be available on the Patreon. Overall, he would do about one pair of videos every day or two and between the money he made during the videos (and the money he made on the Patreon broken up per week), he ended up making about $100-$200 a week. It wasn’t much, but his channel was growing pretty quickly.

It had been a few hours since he had plunked himself down on his bench to have breakfast, and he had about a half an hour or so until people started to arrive with food for lunch. Then Jared was going to be coming back to drop off some food after the lunch rush around 2:30 or so so he had only a little bit of time before he would inevitably be woken up by someone, so he decided the best thing he could do was just put on one of the music channels on the TV and take a nap on the couch. He looked up at the rope, reached up and used all his upper body strength to pull himself up. His body felt so bloated and weighed down after eating so much, he thought to himself.

He wasn’t aware that since he overate at every single meal that heavy feeling wasn’t being bloated from his last meal, but the fact that he was growing ever closer to 600 pounds. He could feel his body shake as he waddled the short distance to the couch, and then thought better of it, and waddled back to his bedroom to go take a piss before he stretched out on the couch.

He waddled over to the toilet and grabbed the rope that was tied to a hook on the wall, and he looped it around underneath his belly, and held the loose end in his other hand, and that’s what he used to pull his belly up and out of the way, so that he could piss without pissing all over the bottom part of his belly, which sometimes was in the way now. It was another one of his stepbrother’s ingenious tricks. He was so grateful for Jared. Not having to worry about going out to buy food to fill his belly, not having to worry about cooking everything, not having to worry about rent and paying the bills. Keeping his parents off of his back? Jared ran interference about everything, so Marco could just worry about growing his channel, starting up his Mukbang business, and enjoying his life.

That done, he glanced at himself in the vanity mirror, backing up, so he could feel the tile against the soft fat behind his shoulder blades, and his large buttocks pressed against the tile. It was the only way he could take in his whole body as he saw his wide, flabby body, staring back at him. He looked at it, and smiled. Sure, he had accepted that he might be way fatter than Jared had ever been, but when Jared was fat, he looked like a flabby loser, Makos still felt like he was doing Jared a favor by making fun of him. Especially given how hot and in-control Jared had turned out. It was the push Jared needed to get the kind of life that he had now. Sure, Marco had been trying to get Jared to break his diet, but as it turned out, all of that, stuffing his face in front of Jared had given Jared the motivation to keep at it. It looked like Marco wasn’t the only one that was motivated by spite. He saw all the fat rolls and cellulite piling on top of his neck, making it so that he couldn’t really check behind him anymore because there was just too much fat on the way. He couldn’t really bend over and touch his toes anymore. When he needed to put on shoes for some reason, like, if Nate wanted to take him out for a date at a buffet, they had to be slip-ons, and he almost never wore socks. It was just too hard. He looked at his obese form in the mirror, and felt like he looked like a man was imposing and took up space. He didn’t look like the flabby loser that Jared had been, even though he was approaching twice old Jared’s size. The truth was, all of the little inconveniences didn’t really bother him because it was always only slightly more inconvenient than it had been a few weeks ago.

Maybe the extra food was catching up to him though.

He felt his leg muscles and knees protest at keeping him standing for only the few minutes it had been. He turned to the side and looked at his giant belly hanging down. His tits hanging on top of his belly like half deflated beach balls and he loved that size. He loved how much space he took up and how much his body pissed off so many people who just gave him dirty looks and words of fake concern. All of those haters on his channel were only fueling his drive. None of them were really taking care of him and thinking about what he wants, except for Jared. He was a good one. Marco shook his belly as much as he could reach. He glanced at the clock in the bathroom and noticed that he only had about 20 minutes or so before people might start knocking on the door So he waddled back to the living room, piled all of the junk food and leftovers on the table in front of and beside him on the sofa, and he went back to watching the TV, hoping that he might get lucky and open the door for a delivery driver. Before he sat down, he need to remember to grab both remotes, because it was getting harder and harder to hoist himself back up again. It was a really low sofa, he told himself. It was even tough for Jared to get off of, after he came home drunk from the bars.

End of Part 1

[localgardenweed]

Sitting and sadly staring into the abyss waiting and watching for smth to make life worth while again. Trying to get over my internet social anxiety cause weirdly i would rather say hi to someone in real life than send in a ask without anonymity or send a dm saying you’re awesome sauce.

At this point im so aimless and empty brain I have like no motivation for anything anymore its actually crazy. I have no idea what to do with myself cause my spark for art is hanging by a thread cause of my AP Art class and im trying to scramble together smth like “guys if i draw enough CKND personas for people and draw enough hetalia japan doodles everything will be okay it will all cancel out” when im sobbing and letting my tears smudge the ink and have this blaring in the back and my fists slam into the desk, lime lays chip crumbs all over my face when I know I should probably stop eating them cause my last job fucked me over so bad I had to emotionally stress eat and now have high cholesterol

I need another high i need a new spike of fire, i desperately crave the days I was so crazy into Hetalia, Eddsworld and CKND I NEED IT BACK I WANT THE AVATAR BACK /ref. I need to go back in time and relive the high it’s actually crazy. I tried to dive bacj into past fandoms like Lupin III, Mr Osomatsu and others but they dont hit the same and OMG AS I WAS TYPING THIS THE OSOMATSU SAN SEASON 1 OP STARTED PLAYING OMFG ITS A SIGN

Anyway please please I beg of you send requests for drawings I need content i need nutrients

[bburger]

Mumbai's Burger Joints: Top Picks for 2024

As the calendar year changes, it gets more and more clear...digging into a large scrumptious cheesy burger is like...the perfect way to please all the growls in your stomach and thankfully pleasing yourself is getting yummier in Mumbai with so many cool joints serving some really hot options.

Let’s checkout the choices of the hottest spots for the best burgers in Mumbai this 2024!

 

1.    Shamiana-The Taj Mahal Palace

(Colaba, Mumbai)

In the most sophisticated and opulent ambiance of soft lighting and  jazz music, the burger you are served here is  a symphony of flavors and textures with a melt-in-your-mouth wagyu beef patty that is encased in a buttery brioche bun, with layers of rich truffle aioli and a luxurious slice of foie gras.

The umami explosion strikes a fine balance with the sweetness of caramelized onions and the slight tang from pickled radishes.

 

Your burger is accompanied with golden, crispy truffle fries, seasoned just right to enhance the savory elements of the meal. These crispy fries are delicately infused with truffle oil and sprinkled with Parmesan, making every bite a gorgeous gourmet delight.With pricing that’s worth every bite, they  top our charts in Mumbai 2024.

 Pricing :  4000₹ for 2

 

 

2.    BBurger  (Call/ Order online)

 

When you are busy and each minute of yours matters, but you respect your cravings just as much, just call or order online at BBurger’s, they deliver you the best premium burgers in Mumbai, hot, perfectly juicy, cheesy giant burgers that are exploding with flavors at the convenience of your doorstep.

 

Their yummilicious huge burgers make you realize that sometimes the best burger place in Mumbai home delivers the best burgers in Mumbai right to your doorstep, especially the BBurgers ‘Crunchy Spicy Chicken Burger’ is an absolute winner with Crunchy Chicken Tenders served with Smoked Garden veggies, Romaine Lettuce, Fresh Onions, Pickles and Cheddar Cheese and set out with Spicy Mayo in a Big Brioche Bun that holds this masterpiece together well absorbing the juicy goodness.

The ‘Crunchy Truffle Chicken Burger’ is served with truffle Mayo with the perfect bun to patty ratio, while their ‘Crunchy Mustard Chicken Burger’ is served with delicious honey mustard sauce.

..and yes, they also have an equally delicious vegan range of burgers, their ‘Cheese burst burger’ and ‘The Monster black burger’ (with a black bun) is super awesome with their signature spice blends loaded cheese and its double patty!

Top this with their truffle fries, that are hand-cut and fried to a crisp perfection then dusted with the special BBurger’s signature spice blend that adds a kick. Served with a side of sriracha mayo, these yummilicious fries complement the spicy, savory flavors of your gourmet burger wooing your taste buds and leaving you craving for more!

Pricing burgers: approx. 800₹ for two

 

 

3.    JIMIS BURGERS

Without a shade of doubt for unpretentious indulgences JIMIS BURGERS is the place guys. An out and out absolute burger place with their towering seven patty Jawbreaker burger totally standing up to your expectations, excellently charred on the outside double beef, double chicken patties that are just juicy inside with cheese simply oozing out of all those crunchy layers. And you get Vegan options too for this towering experience, plus they load you with fries that are dripping with melted cheese and jalapeños

Pricing burgers:  approx. 1200₹ for two

 

 

4.    The Ranch Premium Burgers and Hotdogs

(Bandra west, mumbai)

This house of gourmet burgers serves  authentic barbecue chicken burgers with mince patty, BBQ sauce and scamorza and their Korean fried chicken burgers with jalapeños, gochujang and Korean sauce are very popular. The vegan peri peri Paneer burgers are equally popular. 

The burgers are huge and deliciously filling. The service is quick and you get your value for money and of the time you have to wait in the queue.

Pricing burgers: approx. 1000₹ for two

 

 

 

5.    Good Flippin Burgers

(Bandra, Mumbai)

The juicy burgers served here have a very loyal clientele who swear by their ‘Cluckinator’, ‘ Cheese bomb’, ‘’The Kerfulle’ and ‘The Grilla’. With indoor and outdoor seating, yummy vegan options and thick shakes.

Good Flippin’ Burgers is a cool place to hang out with friends.Their fries are the epitome of crisp perfection and are twice-fried for that ideal golden crunch.

Pricing burgers: approx. 700₹ for two

 

6.    Frisbees

(Dadar, Bandra and Andheri)

Frisbees serves you all in ample measure, perfectly juicy and cheesy giant burgers that are easy on the wallet and high on taste, They have their ‘Caballo burger’ that is loaded with meat and ‘The Jamaican Gold burger’ with chicken tenders that are marinated in Jamaican sauces.

And to the vegan delight they have delicious “veg burger”  “veg Cheese bomb burger”,  and burgers for the Jain preference too! 

Pricing burgers:  approx. 800₹ for two 

 

 

7.    Smoke House Deli

(Merry weather road, colaba)

With burgers that are a blend of gourmet sophistication and comfort food, Smoke House Deli Offers  succulent, grass-fed beef patty, smoky from the grill, topped with creamy smoked cheddar that melts into the meat. 

Their burger is layered with peppery arugula, pickled cucumbers for a tangy bite and a perfect drizzle of their signature smoky sauce, all enclosed in a toasted, slightly crisp bun.

The truffle fries served here are a revelation, seasoned with rosemary and a hint of sea salt, their ‘Baconator’ is worth going for, you can even ask for a 100% Almond keto for some additional charges.

Pricing burgers: approx. 900₹ for two

 

 

8.    Hammer & Song

(Cuffe parade, Mumbai )

A cool joint with comfortable seating  and live music, Hammer & Song serves you yummy burgers made of brioche buns baked in-house and  you can order them with fries of your choice ‘

Mr.Bean Burger’ is the vegan variation with a mixed vegetable and bean patty with cheddar, sriracha mayo and gherkins and their special ‘ Their classic hammered  tenderloin cheese burger’  is served with streaky bacon and cheese and is a must-try.

Pricing burgers: approx.1200 for two

 

 

 

9.    O Pedro

(BKC, Mumbai)

The burger famous here is the beef burger. The patty is made from high-quality beef, cooked to perfection and juicy. Topped with a combination of house-made pickles, cheese and a special sauce adds a tangy and creamy balance to the richness of the beef inside the bun that is soft yet sturdy making it a standout dish. The ambiance, inspired by Goan-Portuguese colonial heritage, adds to the charm of indulging in this burger, making the entire experience warm and inviting.

Pricing burgers: approx. 2000₹ for two

 

10.  Saz Café

(Lower parel,  Mumbai)

The ‘Spiced cottage cheese burger’ that comes with pickled onions and nachos and  their ‘Juicy chicken burger’ which comes with the saz special sauce is an absolute must-try at Saz Café  that charms you with its spacious interiors that are an classic fusion of American times and American gourmet food, all their burgers are served with fries, salad and honey mustard dips. 

Pricing burgers: approx. 900₹ for two

 

FINAL THOUGHTS 

Mumbai's burger joints are smoothly blending gourmet sophistication with the comfort food out burger is, to satisfy even the most discerning palates. So, whether you’re seeking the luxurious elegant experience of fine dining your burger or want to wade through the Mumbai traffic and indulge towering creations,you know where to go.

.....and if you value your time greatly and seek the convenience of doorstep delivery to indulge in the best with your family and friends or its your late night food craving, BBurgers has you covered my friend, just call or order online to dig into hot,delicious,yummilicious,lip-smacking, mouth-watering and truly drooly the best giant burgers in Mumbai delivered hot,right to your doorstep!

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

Any mlb as parks and rec quotes maybe even the sb and ib one

Aurore: Can you be civil?

Jean: I am civil. He's the stupid garbage head doo-doo face.

Aurore: That's perfect.

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Marc: So I go by Narc now. They already had a Mark in the Parks department, and they suggested that they change my name to Narc. I told them my real name was Marc with a C, and they said "who cares?" What a fun bunch of guys.

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Nino: Hey, John McClane!

Adrien: Who's that?

Nino: Die Hard.

Adrien: The battery?

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Nathaniel: You know, "nerd culture" is mainstream now. So, when you use the word "nerd" derogatorily, it means you're the one that's out of the zeitgeist.

Alix: Yes, that's perfect. Just like that: be incredibly boring.

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Austin T: How do I fight back? Give me some options.

Marc: Do you… Want me to seduce Austin A?

Austin T: How would that help?

Marc: I don't know. I just want to see if I can do it.

Austin T: I appreciate that but I don't know if it's something worth losing your virginity over.

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Chloé: Eagleton is a bunch of rich snobs, and that's coming from someone who has a Mercedes with a Harman Kardon Logic 7 Surround Sound System.

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Kim: Max, you... blew it! Take one last look, Max, because you'll never see this body again!

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Ismael: *talking into tape recorder* 7:34 p.m. Man dressed as a nerd. Female dressed as... crazy witch.

Adrien/Marinette: …

Adrien: Neither of us is in costume.

Ismael: Case closed. Candy please.

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Alix: It's your fault Manon is missing!

Nathaniel: You were the one who was supposed to be watching her!

Marinette: Nath, could you please shut up? I can't hear myself not talking to Adrien!

Adrien: Cosette, I don't know what I did wrong.

Marinette: Cosette, tell him he's stupid.

Cosette: Oh, all of you shut up! Adrien, Marinette is mad because you said 'Awesome sauce' instead of 'I love you, too'. Marinette, he loves you, so stop being a child. Alix, we all know that you lost Manon. Nathaniel, you shouldn't have been burying your face into funnel cakes. Now all of you apologize.

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Reshma: There are two things I know about white people: they like Matchbox 20, and they are terrified of curses.

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Ivan: You can't say your favorite kind of cake is birthday cake, that's like saying your favorite kind of cereal is breakfast cereal.

Kim: Mmm. I love breakfast cereal.

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Lila: I shot Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Chloé: You shot my Mercedes?! *She tackles Lila to the ground*

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Sabrina: I didn't even ask you last night: What is going on with Chloé?

Alya: You just violated rules number one and three. You lose your coffee privileges. *Throws Sabrina’s coffee out of its cup*

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Nathaniel: Every great work of art contains a message, and the message of this painting is, "Get out of my way unless you want an arrow in your ass."

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Butler Jean: *teaching Chloé and Adrien how to do laundry* You always separate your lights from your darks.

Adrien: That's racist.

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Zoé: *To Félix* Enjoy the fact that your overlords are a frail old woman and a tiny baby.

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Zoé: I thought you needed some air, even if that air is fouled by the stench of European socialism.

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Zoé: I'd invite you for a drink, but where would we find one here?

Félix: Are you kidding? This is London. There's a pub over there, there's a pub over there, and there's a pub between those two butcher shops.

Zoé: Let's go to that one, but we'll be stopping by those two butcher shops first.

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Rose: Look, I don't like to throw around the word "butthead" too often. If you call everybody a butthead then it kinda loses its impact. But I can say without hesitation that Austin Q is being a real dick.

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Ali: Hey! This is my girlfriend Rose, and this is Rose’s girlfriend Juleka.

Rose: Hi.

Mendeleieve: Hello. Oh. Wait, sorry. What's the situation?

Ali: What do you mean?

Mendeleive: How does this work?

Ali: Rose is gay but she's straight for me and she's gay for Juleka and Juleka really gay for Rose. And I just like Juleka.

Juleka: It's not that complicated.

Rose: No.

Mendeleive: Oh. Yeah. Sure. *In confessional* The thing about youth culture is I don't understand it.

[cookie-run-kingdom-story]

Finding the Legendary Dragon

Milk Cookie: Huh… Where am I? The ocean…? Milk Cookie: Whew…! Looks like we’re all in one piece! Milk Cookie: If it wasn’t for my shield, we would have become all soggy! Milk Cookie: I wonder if the others are okay… Hey! Dino-Sour Cookie! Are you listening? Dino-Sour Cookie: BLEAGH! It’s so salty! ...Where are we? Milk Cookie: I’m afraid I don’t know… I opened my eyes and… All I could see was water. Dino-Sour Cookie: Where’s Purple Yam and Mala Sauce Cookie? *Urp!* Eugh! I’m gettin sea sick... Milk Cookie: Look! It’s an island! ???: Huh? You’re…? Are you…!? Welcome! Welcome!

Mango Cookie: I’m the one-and-only guide, Mango Cookie! Are you here to explore our islands? Dino-Sour Cookie: Do you really think we’re here to explore the islands… in our state? Mango Cookie: Ah! My mistake! I thought you were visitors. Why don’t you hop in onto my canoe? I’ll take you ashore! Milk Cookie: ...And that’s how we ended up here! Mango Cookie: It’s ok if you aren’t visiting! I’m still very glad to meet you! Mango Cookie: These days… the waves are getting rough and we don’t get that many visitors anymore... Milk Cookie: So the Dragon’s Valley isn’t the only place that’s changing…? What’s going on? Dino-Sour Cookie: *Urp!* This canoe sure shakes a lot… Eugh... Mango Cookie: Not to worry! It happens all the time. The currents are always changing here. Mango Cookie: There’s a deep, deep spot in the ocean that’s surrounded by our islands, the Tropical Soda Archipelago! Mango Cookie: Because the islands look like the Dragons, legends say this is where they were born! Dino-Sour Cookie: RAD! Dragons were born here!? Dino-Sour Cookie: *Urp...* So dizzy... Mango Cookie: There used to be a volcano there! That’s where Dragons were born. Mango Cookie: Legends say the Dragons are slumbering in the highest peaks and the deepest caves. Milk Cookie: Amazing! You’re quite the expert on these legends! Mango Cookie: I love our islands! And I love telling our stories to everyone, too! Milk Cookie: These islands are quite beautiful. There’re flowers and fruit growing everywhere! Mango Cookie: Good eye! There’s so much natural beauty here. It’s our pride and joy! Mango Cookie: There’re many types of fruit growing here, from dragonfruit to pineapples and more. The small island I grew up on has mangoes! Dino-Sour Cookie: *Urp!* Can… can we please just land anywhere? ...Huh? Milk Cookie: What’s wrong, Dino-Sour Cookie? Oh! Look at all the fish and rays! Mango Cookie: Oh, a school of Ba-Dum Rays! It’s said they came into the world after dragon scales dropped into the sea! Dino-Sour Cookie: Dragon scales? EPIC! I have GOT to see these up close! Milk Cookie: The closer we get to shore, the more of them seem to show up! It looks like they’re… entranced? Dino-Sour Cookie: Hey, do you hear something? Milk Cookie: It sounds like… drums! Dino-Sour Cookie: This beat! This rhythm! It’s… I… feel like bursting into dance!? Milk Cookie: So do I! The sudden urge to dance is uncontrollable! Dino-Sour Cookie: It’s not just us. My Jellysaur is dancing, too! Milk Cookie: These Ba-Dum Rays aren’t just swimming, are they? They are dancing! Mango Cookie: Ding-ding-ding! Correct! Mango Cookie: Alrighty then, let’s go find out the mystery of these drums!

Dino-Sour Cookie: WHOA! That Cookie is ROCKIN the drums! Mango Cookie: How about we wait a bit? It’s not nice to disturb Artichoke Cookie during a performance! Dino-Sour Cookie: The drums have stopped! Milk Cookie: That was an exciting performance. I could not help but move with the beat! Artichoke Cookie: It was a piece to express the sound of waves with drums! Dino-Sour Cookie: Huh? You’re starting to play the drums again? And it’s more upbeat than before! Artichoke Cookie: It is a piece to express how happy I am to meet all of you! Mango Cookie: Artichoke Cookie can express anything with the drums! Dino-Sour Cookie: Whoa, that’s so awesome! And look, the rays are gathering around! Mango Cookie: It’s quite rare to see so many. They live in the deepest depths of the ocean. Mango Cookie: But once they hear Artichoke Cookie’s drums, they rise up to the surface! Milk Cookie: Thank you for helping us see such a rare sight, Artichoke Cookie! Artichoke Cookie: It was short, but it was so much fun! (Dumm dumm rat-a-tat-tat dumm) Mango Cookie: Well now! Shall we head over to the next island? Dino-Sour Cookie: We… we weren’t getting off here…? Mango Cookie: Welcome to Pineapple Isle! Dino-Sour Cookie: Oh, land! LAND! And it’s an island with Dragons! Milk Cookie: So is that Pineapple Mountain in the middle? It really does look like a pineapple! Dino-Sour Cookie: That looks like the tallest mountain here. Is that where the Golden Dragon lives? Milk Cookie: Didn’t Pitaya Dragon Cookie mention that the other Dragons might know what’s going on? Milk Cookie: I’m sure Mala Sauce Cookie is searching for the Dragons to help her tribe. And Purple Yam Cookie isn’t the type to just leave her by herself. Milk Cookie: Let’s go meet this Dragon and ask where the others are! Dino-Sour Cookie: Good idea! Finally! We get to meet a REAL DRAGON! Milk Cookie: Let’s head over and start digging into that mountain! Dino-Sour Cookie: Good thinking!

Mango Cookie: !? Wh-what are you doing!? Milk Cookie: Don’t worry, I’ll get my shield at the ready when we meet the Dragon. Milk Cookie: It’s so much easier to dig with my shield! Dino-Sour Cookie: What a pro move, Milk Cookie! I’m not gonna lose! Mango Cookie: Dino-Sour Cookie, not you too!? And the Jellysaur as well? No no!

Dino-Sour Cookie: C’mon! We gotta go meet this Dragon! Dino-Sour Cookie: We’ve dug quite deep so far! Great work, Jellysaur! Mango Cookie: Oh… oh no! Milk Cookie: We’ve dug quite a bit… And still no sign of the Dragon. Dino-Sour Cookie: Maybe we should try digging this way?

Mango Cookie: No, wait! The Dragon might get angry! They love this island’s beauty and legends say ruining the island will bring destruction! Dino-Sour Cookie: Psssh! A Dragon isn’t gonna get angry at us for digging a few holes. Milk Cookie: Wait! Something’s happening!?

Milk Cookie: D… D.... D… DRAGON! Dino-Sour Cookie: A real Dragon!? A REAL DRAGON! Mango Cookie: The legends… They’re true! All of them! Ananas Dragon: You darrre to defile my island… Your trrransgressions will not be forgiven. Milk Cookie: Please wait! We didn’t dig to ruin anything. We just wanted to find and meet you! Ananas Dragon: Hrrrmph… No excuses arrre worth hearrrring. Dino-Sour Cookie: GAH! The Dragon’s taking us somewhere!? Dino-Sour Cookie: This is so RAD! No wait! No NO, let us down! Milk Cookie: Where are you taking us!? Dino-Sour Cookie: *Ooof!* What a rough landing… You didn’t have to throw us onto the ground! Hey, where exactly are we? Mango Cookie: Look at all these pineapple decorations… Maybe we’re in the Dragon’s nest within Pineapple Mountain?

Ananas Dragon Cookie: Well, well, well. It seems you’re smarter than you look, little Cookies. Dino-Sour Cookie: Eh? Waaait… Are you… Were you…? Where’d the Dragon go!? Ananas Dragon Cookie: Kneel before me, tiny Cookies. For you are in the presence of the noblest of Dragonkind. Dino-Sour Cookie: But you’re just a Cookie... Ananas Dragon Cookie: You dare to call me a mere Cookie!? I have simply adopted this worthless form to save my strength. Milk Cookie: So you’re a Dragon, just like a Pitaya Dragon Cookie! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Hrrmph! Do not even think to compare me with that failure of a Dragon! Ananas Dragon Cookie: For your transgressions, you shall be imprisoned. FOREVER. Mango Cookie: Um… Have you been living in this mountain all this time…? Ananas Dragon Cookie: Of course. For times longer than mere Cookies can ever fathom. Mango Cookie: Then, does that mean… Oh! The legend of five Dragons coming into the world is true! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Intriguing… You are not as incompetent as the other Cookies. Mango Cookie: But please wait, these two know that the islands are beautiful and serene! Mango Cookie: The digging only started because they wanted to meet you, the great Dragon, and to find their friends! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Enough! Whatever your reasons, the island has been desecrated. There is no mercy for such a crime. Milk Cookie: No, please! We must find our friends! PLEASE!

Dino-Sour Cookie: Look out! Rocks are falling down on us! A cave-in!? Milk Cookie: An earthquake!? Ananas Dragon Cookie: My nest…! How is this possible! Ananas Dragon Cookie: HRRRMPH! This is nothing…! Dino-Sour Cookie: Wow, really? You could have lent us some help and not just yourself... Ananas Dragon Cookie: I have no reason to help Cookies. Mango Cookie: Is everyone ok? Mango Cookie: Wait… there’s something in that corner! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Pineapplemur!? Mango Cookie: Don’t worry! I’ll save you! Milk Cookie: Wait, look out! There’s too many rocks falling!

Milk Cookie: Are you ok!? Are the two of you in one piece? Mango Cookie: I’m fine! But this Pet’s tail has been scratched by some rocks... Milk Cookie: Leave it to me! Healing Milk Mace, hear my plea! Mango Cookie: Its tail is coming back to normal! Milk Cookie: Don’t worry, little one! The pain has gone away! Mango Cookie: The earthquake… has it stopped? Ananas Dragon Cookie: Intriguing. I stand corrected. Not all Cookies are worthless and weak, are they? Dino-Sour Cookie: Dude… seriously… You’re a Cookie, too. Ananas Dragon Cookie: Your desecration of my island cannot be forgiven. But for saving my Pet, I shall let you go… this time. Milk Cookie: Please, if we could ask just one question? Mango Cookie: Please, oh great Dragon! Ananas Dragon Cookie: I am a generous Dragon. Present your request. Milk Cookie: Do you know where the other Dragons are? Our friends are definitely looking for them! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Dragons tend to stay where their strength can remain pure. Dino-Sour Cookie: Just how many Dragons are out there!? Ananas Dragon Cookie: I leave it to your little heads to understand my words. Ananas Dragon Cookie: Now, away with you. Heed caution should you ever decide to return before me.

Dino-Sour Cookie: Whew… what a hike! Would’ve been faster if the Dragon just flew us down the mountain... Milk Cookie: Hmm, where could the other Dragons be? Mango Cookie, got any ideas? Mango Cookie: According to legend, there’s a Red Dragon that controlled fire and brimstone, and a Golden Dragon that controlled the earth. Mango Cookie: A Blue Dragon that granted wishes, a Violet Dragon that manipulated darkness, and the all-knowing Ivory Dragon. Milk Cookie: Maybe the Blue Dragon can grant a wish! A wish to be reunited with Mala Sauce Cookie and Purple Yam Cookie!

Dino-Sour Cookie: Thanks for the canoe! Travelling is going to be so much easier now! Mango Cookie: Don’t mention it! Glad to help! Milk Cookie: It’ll be easy since we learned how to paddle from an expert! Shall we get going? Dino-Sour Cookie: Hey… Uh… Do the waves seem a bit rough…? *Urp…!* Milk Cookie: Indeed… We’ve paddled so much, but we’re still in the same spot! Mango Cookie: I’ve never been on the ocean in rough waters like this… I’m afraid I’m not much help. Milk Cookie: We need to get going… We must hurry! Dino-Sour Cookie: Huh!? The waves… They’ve calmed down! Milk Cookie: Now’s our chance! We need to hurry! We should say our goodbyes to Mango Cookie before we lea- Milk Cookie: You! Ananas Dragon Cookie: I merely disliked how the waters were moving around my islands. In the end, it seems to have helped your futile paddling. Milk Cookie: Thank you for assisting us! Mango Cookie: I knew it! The legends about the Dragons’ powers are true, too! Mango Cookie: Come back and visit with your friends! I’ll be sure to show you all of our islands’ beauty! Dino-Sour Cookie: And we’re off! Let’s GO!

[nattikay]

So I saw this post while browsing toa tags the other day. While I don’t think being obsessed with the school mascot automatically makes Toby a furry (though it is funny to joke about lol) since “being a furry” actually just means “being a fan of anthropomorphic animals” and doesn’t necessarily require any form of costuming or interest in such, it did get me thinking, hmmm...if he was a furry, what would his fursona be? 🤔 And from there I started wondering what Jim’s and Claire’s would be as well because y not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

BUT WAIT, I hear you say--haven’t you already drawn the trio as werewolves and wolfwalkers etc.? Wouldn’t those be their fursonas??

Well yes....but actually no.

I guess it’s a little hard to explain, but there’s a nuance between “[person] but as an animal” and a proper “fursona”. While a fursona is an animal character used to represent its person, it doesn’t have to physically resemble them at all as you would expect [person]-but-as-[animal] to. For example, if you were to design me but as a cat, you’d probably give it light brown fur and green eyes like I have irl. But my fursona, unlike my human self, actually has blue fur and purple eyes. You can give your fursona matching physical traits to your own if you want to, and some people do, but most use only a pinch of their irl appearance, if any at all.

The choices people make when designing their fursonas vary wildly from “it looks like me irl” to “it looks like who I want to be”  to “I just really like this color scheme” to “this particular color/marking holds deep personal meaning to me” to “this particular pattern represents a particular defining moment in my life” to “idk it looks cool and i vibe with it” etc. etc. etc. Everyone has different reasons of varying depth for the decisions they make in designing their fursona.

Therefore, to design a fursona for Toby etc., it’s less a question of “what would this character look like as [insert species here]?” and more of “how would this character choose to present himself with his own [animal] character?”

And that’s a much trickier game than just transferring a character aesthetic to a new species. ^^; We have to kinda dive into the characters and makes some guesses about how they, if given infinite creative freedom to design an animal avatar with no rules or limits, would choose to present themselves.

So all that said, here’s what I came up with:

Starting with Toby because he’s the one who inspired the post. I think Toby might choose a wolfdog fursona. A lot of people who choose wolves as fursonas consider themselves to be overwhelmingly loyal to their friends, a trait that fits Toby very well. However, while Toby likes to be “cool”, I don’t think he really thinks of himself as much of an “alpha” type--he’s more of a sidekick, and he knows that, and he’s ok with that. He’s the wingman. So what better way to incorporate that than to add dog into the mix? Man’s best friend=Jim’s best friend. Sociable, humorous, and unwaveringly loyal. Wolfdog it is!

With the species decided, we can move on to the design itself.

I can’t imagine any form of Toby in anything other than warm colors. This is extra emphasized by the flamelike patterns on his legs and tail, which both speaks to his desire to be totally awesome-sauce as well as acts as an allusion to his flaming warhammer. It’s fairly common (not universal, but common) for people to give their fursonas a more “ideal” physique than the person actually has as a sort of way to live by proxy physical goals or fantasies they’ve been unable to attain irl for whatever reason. Given that we’ve seen Toby struggle with fitness from time to time, it wouldn’t shock me to see him take this route. His wolfdog self is still relatively short and stocky, but it’s all muscle, babey. 

This fursona is strong, fun, boisterous, and generally just kicks butt. Concentrated awesomesauce flows through his veins. Just don't mess with his friends, or you’ll feel the flames!

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Moving on to Jim. Jim was the hardest to nail down, and most definitely the hardest to keep my personal biases out of oof. Which I may have failed to do anways because yes, ok, I made my favorite character a blue feline, sue me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  But hear me out first!

For Jim I ultimately settling on a cheetah/lion hybrid.

Cheetahs, in a way, are sort of the underdogs (er...cats?) of the feline world--at least, in their local ecosystems. They are built wholly for speed, not strength--and as such, just about every other large predator in their environment has them beat when it comes to raw strength. Remind you of a certain Trollhunter? plus the long lanky legs. don’t forget those lol

However, because of this disadvantage, cheetahs...usually surrender. They know it’s not worth it to defend their kill from larger, stronger opponents, so they’ll give it up and just catch something else. This aspect doesn’t quite fit our protective, selfless protagonist all too eager to risk everything to save his loved ones--so a pure cheetah may not be the right choice.

So what animal is brave and protective? That’s where the lion part comes in, of course!

Why not just make him a pure lion? Well, a little similar to making Toby a wolfdog instead of a pure wolf. A straight-up lion feels a little too “chad” for our sweet Jimbo. Too much of a jock. 

Jim has the humble underdog nature of a cheetah as well as the bravery and fierce protective drive of a lion. Cheelion? Leetah? idk, but let’s design it!

Like Toby and warm colors, I don’t think I can possibly associate Jim with any color but blue. While it’s never directly stated, given that we’ve never really seen him wear any other color (with the exception of the Eclipse armor), I think it’s pretty safe to assume that that’s his favorite. Blue sweater, blue jeans, blue shoes, even his backpack and bedsheets are blue. So naturally, his fursona would be predominantly blue as well! Plus some yellowish accents to (somewhat) match the natural colors of his chosen species(s).

I imagine he originally designed the character without horns, but then added them after becoming the Trollhunter, since it became such a major and impactful aspect of his life.

His lion’s mane also continues down his back in imitation of the “mantle” found on baby cheetahs. This youthful feature could subtly represent the fact that he’s been forced to grow up too fast and take on so much responsibility so young--so his fursona can still be young and carefree as long as he likes even while his real self struggles with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

This fursona is relaxed, calm, and confident. He’s not just cool--he’s crispy!

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Lastly but not leastly, we have Claire. Out of the three, I think Claire was actually the easiest to choose--or at least, I had the clearest idea of what I thought she might go for.

Claire is a bit of an interesting duck, because while she’s shown to be fairly popular at school, she’s definitely far from the stereotype of The Popular Girl™. Yes she’s smart and pretty, but she’s also a little spunky or even a bit quirky--she’s a theatre kid, she’s a huge fan of hard rock band Papa Skull, and while I wouldn’t quite call her “rebellious” per se, she’s certainly willing to bend some rules if she feels the situation calls for it (not telling her parents that she was going to the concert with Steve, literally sneaking into Jim’s basement to try to find out what was up with him, etc).

That said, I think Claire might go for a hyena fursona--something a little out of the box, but not totally out of left field. (she also shows a slight Gurl Power™ streak here and there “the staff was not meant to be wielded by man--” “I am not a man!!!”) and if you know anything about hyenas...well, yeah lol)

I think Claire would lean into her punk-rock “rebellious” side with her fursona design. This character is completely free of the pressure of being the councilwoman’s daughter and having to maintain her mother’s public reputation, and thus allows Claire to express a less restrained side of herself. She has a bold semi-edgy color scheme with bright accents (and some earrings to match her person’s hair clips) while still remaining feminine and (her own brand of) fashionable. 

This fursona is spunky and sassy; she’s spicy and sweet all rolled up into one. She knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to chase it down. She lives her own life and she’s dang proud of it.

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....sooooo yeah there’s my take on what Toby’s, Jim’s, and Claire’s fursonas could hypothetically be. And I guess since this post was inspired by a joke about Toby’s infatuation with the school mascot, here’s just some quick thoughts on how they might approach fursuiting to end us off:

Jim I don’t see as much of a suiter. He might try it once or twice if given the opportunity, but at the end of the day it’s not really his cup of tea--he’d rather act as the “handler” for his friends, if anything.

Toby and Claire, on the other hand, I could definitely see as suiters. In fact, with her interest in acting, Claire would probably particularly enjoy it--she’d be one of those suiters who really gets into character, absolutely refuses to break the magic publicly (outside of any actual medical emergency), and popular at cons because she just performs so well. 

Toby, meanwhile, would be the more chill type--uses his normal voice in-suit, isn’t really too stressed about “breaking the magic”, just kinda hanging around like he would normally except “look I’m a talking dog, cool right?”. 

also while I was typing this it occurred to be that since Eli is canonically a cosplayer then he could be a fursuiter as well; in his case i imagine he actually made his own suit it’s a protogen and it’s full of little LEDs and other electric gadgets, it’s not the prettiest thing ever as sewing is not his forte but boy did he try!! good for him. good for him

[mcufox123]

Fearless

Synopsis: You and Wanda Maximoff are best friends. The story sort of follows the song Fearless by Taylor Swift. This is set after Captain America Civil War.

Warnings: Fluff I guess lol

Authors Note: This is my first fanfic about Wanda. I have never really wrote one before. If there are any suggestions please let me know!

Word Count: 3010

I do not own any of these characters or the songs.

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You had been around the avengers now for almost 2 years. Captain America had found out about your earthly abilities and recruited you as part of his team. You weren’t too sure what you had gotten yourself into, all that you knew is that you just joined the most awesome superhero group the world has ever seen. Except for, of course, the superheroes in Sky High. After moving around undercover it was nice to have a team, a family that cared about you. You had also become best friends with the Scarlett Witch, Wanda. How that name made your head fog up and the butterflies in your stomach go wild. She was perfect, but she was your best friend. You guys had shared many road trips together undercover, as well as late night Netflix marathons that included lots of ice cream. She had been your person to lean on when you found out that your sister was missing as well as your team partner when faced with a new mission. Whenever you moved to a new hotel you and Wanda would always volunteer to share rooms because no offense to the others, but they didn’t flow with you the way Wanda did.

It was about mid-September, and you were on a mission to collect some files from an agent undercover as a Hydra follower. The mission had been a success and you retrieved the files with a few days to spare in your Maine Air bnb which was hidden in the forest. Natasha was attempting to cook a pasta dish for dinner and from the looks of it, it was not turning out well.

“Hey Steve, I’m going to drive into town and get some Chinese food incase plan A doesn’t work, text me everybody’s orders.” You told the man who was reading a book on the lounge chair outside of the kitchen.

You heard him laugh before he asked, “you think she’s going to mess up a simple pasta dish?”

“I don’t think, I know,” you said as you walked towards your room. Wanda was just getting out of the shower. This is a normal thing as you both share a room every mission, but your breath still hitched as your eyes landed on her. You quickly made your way towards the bureau to grab a sweatshirt while talking to her over your shoulder, “Hey I'm going to drive into town to grab some food for dinner, because knowing Nat, she will burn the pasta and I don’t feel like cooking a second dinner tonight.” You told her.

She grabbed her clothes before walking back into the bathroom to get changed, not before calling out “Sure give me 10 minutes!” with a smile on her face.

You left the room feeling flustered in all sorts of places. You walked back into the living room where Steve still sat on the couch. “I'm headed out, don’t forget to text me. I know Nat’s order but get Sam and Bucky’s too. Oh, also tell Wanda I'm in the car.” You said before grabbing the keys and walking towards the door not even waiting for a response. You hopped in the SUV on the driver’s side before putting the keys in the ignition and playing some music. This always helped to calm you down from everything. As you waited you figured you would help clean up the yard. You pointed your hands out the window before beginning a sweeping motion that collected all the leaves and sent them through the air. You’re not really sure where the leaves ever go but it always makes you feel better to see a clear ground. You then closed your eyes and begin strumming your fingers to the new country song that was playing on the radio before you heard a knock on the window. Your eyes shot open as you turned to see Wanda in some jeans, a white t-shirt, and a green jacket with a black cap on her head. Slowly you rolled down the window.

“Hello, miss, what can I help you with?” you asked in an innocent tone. You knew what she was about to say so you had to try your hardest to keep a straight face.

“Move over Y/N, we all know you’re a horrible driver and have done damage to multiple cars, which Steve is not happy with because our budget is tight.” She said while giving you an unamused look in her eyes.

“But I never get to drive! And this place is only 10 minutes away, and I promise both hands will stay on the wheel.” Even though you secretly wanted her to drive. She didn’t even try to fight you anymore, just flicked her hand and you were suddenly in the passenger seat and she was climbing into the driver’s seat. You give her an ‘are you serious look’ as she just smiles and starts backing the car out of the driveway. The two of you drive along the beautiful fall foliage while singing some of your favorite tunes, both being wildly off key. You finally pull into the strip mall and find a parking spot. It’s a crowded strip mall, with what seems to have a food truck night outdoors. There is live music and people walking from truck to truck grabbing large takeout containers. Your eyes instantly light up at the market street lights and the live music.

“How lucky is this? This is totally awesome! Can we please hangout for a little? Please? Pretty please?” you ask like a five-year-old as your eyes continue to scan the scene. Wanda just looks at you as something crosses over her eyes. Something that you haven’t seen before. “I’ll text Steve and tell him we will be a little bit late. Please? We never get to do anything normal anymore!” you beg.

“Fine,” she sighs defeated. “but your telling Steve, I don’t feel like him being upset with me because he had to eat past 7.”

“Totally worth it.” You say before pulling out your phone and sending a quick text to Steve. His only response was an ‘ok, but also hurry up, Nat just threw away the only jar of sauce left.’

You smiled before turning to look at Wanda. She’s running her hand through her hair before putting the baseball cap back on, absentmindedly making you want her but you knew not to cross the line. “You ready?” she asked, and your only response was a nod. You both decide to divide and conquer to reach all of the food trucks in a record-breaking time. You each decided to get a few platters from each Truck as well as the samples for you both to eat while enjoying some live music.

As you find a table you are loving the normal feel of this whole event, and the fact that Wanda is here with you to experience it. She looks over at you smiling as she catches your eyes across the crowd. She walks over towards your table and sits down. “What are you so smiley about?” you ask her.

“This was actually really fun. I’m happy we got to do this. And this band is awesome!” she says looking at the people up on stage. You still can’t take your eyes off of her though. You never have seen her this relaxed outside of the comfort of the hotels. She is always on high alert that disaster can strike at any time. But here, she’s smiling, and her nose is doing that cute scrunchy thing that she does when she’s happy and her beautiful emerald eyes are sparkling as she continues to watch the people dancing. You quickly glance away before she can catch you staring. The last thing you need is to lose this amazing person because of some feelings.

“I wish I learned how to dance, or at least had some rhythm in my body.” You say as you watch somebody twirling around on the dance floor. You sat there for a while having small talk and eating the array of sample food while enjoying the music. Just as Wanda is about to say something your phone starts ringing, its Nat. You show Wanda the caller before giving her the one-minute symbol and pressing the phone to your ear.

“Hey Nat, what’s up?” you ask casually even though you know what she’s about to ask.

“Do you guys think you could pick up some food on your way home? I may have ruined the pasta.” She quietly says in embarrassment.

“Of course!” you say, trying so hard to keep your laughter back.

“And Y/N can you hurry? Bucky just woke up from his nap and we all know what happens after a nap if there is no food.”

“Of course, Nat! We will be home in 20 minutes!” you say as you hang up the phone. You look at Wanda who is just twirling some hair around her finger. Something that you learned she does when she is feeling nervous.

“You all, right?” you ask her. She’s quick to snap out of it though and look at you with a smile.

“Never better! Let’s head out before Bucky blows a gasket,” she says while getting up. You have the oddest feeling however walking back to the car. You ignore it though, not wanting to ruin the fun night you just had. The car ride back was quiet, the only sound being that of the music playing in the background. “Hey, do you think we can go for a drive tonight?” she asks. This wasn’t a new thing, when one of you felt overwhelmed or stressed you would both hop in the car and drive around whatever city you were in taking in the sights around you.

“Yeah, sure everything ok?” you ask for the second time tonight. You were starting to get worried that maybe you stared a little too long or blushed a little too hard at something she said. You worried that she was in her head again about her family, or her powers. You wished to be able to take the worry and stress away from her and make it disappear like you were able to do with the leaves earlier. You knew that she had to figure this out on her own. So you gave her the space she needed to think. The rest of the ride was quiet.

You finally got home and grabbed the food, neither of you saying a word which was odd, but you didn’t push it. Sometimes Wanda just needed to breathe and think. You walked in the door saying, “IT’S DINNER TIME.” Then laughing maniacally as Esma does in Emperor’s New Groove. Everyone knew the reference because you made them watch the movie countless times on movie night, so you got a little chuckle from Bucky, while Nat, Steve, and Sam looked at you with crazy eyes.

“Damn Y/N, are you sure you’re not a bad guy because that laugh was creepy.” Same said eyeing you up.

“Ha ha ha, very funny Sam, but no, otherwise I’d have poisoned the food.” You say with a smirk. You watched him freeze in terror

“Which she did not, I can assure you,” Wanda said setting the food on the table as everyone gathered around. Sam still eyed you suspiciously. You could still smell the burnt smell of the pasta but decided to leave Nat alone about the failed dinner, as I'm sure Bucky or Sam already teased her about it. Dinner went on with the usual catchup on the mission, what everyone did that was well and what everyone did that could have been better. Then it turned to what was coming up and where you would be going next. And then it turned into a casual conversation about which TV show was best. The whole time Wanda was almost silent, only adding to the conversation when someone directly talked to her. This had you very worried. You did not want her to start closing everyone off again.

After dinner was cleaned up you hopped in the shower before your drive with Wanda. Wanda however stayed in the kitchen talking to Nat and Steve.

“I'm going to tell her tonight.” Both Steve and Nat whipped their heads to look at the petite brunette.

“That’s great,” Nat finally said after a few minutes. Her smile grew as did Steve. Wanda was in love with you, and you had no idea. Steve and Nat had been the only people that she confided in and coincidentally so had you. They knew that the confession was only going to have a great outcome, but they were sure to keep their mouth closed about it.

Wanda went on to explain her plan to them until she heard your bedroom door shut and watch you come out with wet hair, wearing your most comfy clothes. You smiled at her as you walked out and gave a quick wave before heading out of the door. You knew just to hop in the passenger side this time because you were a bad driver but also because you knew on drives like this Wanda liked to be in control of something in her life and it was driving. As the drive began you took in the sight again of beautiful Maine. It had rained during dinner and the sight before you was one not even a picture could do justice. The pavement was still wet, and the autumn leaves were slowly falling down all around the car. You guys sat in silence, the only sound being the radio, and you know this is what she needs.

Wanda had always told you that she never felt like she could ever organize her thoughts. There was always the commotion of having powers and saving lives. She never had a time to just sit and organize her thoughts. That was when you both decided to take these drives. You agreed that nobody had to talk, instead just be there for the other person. Let them have control of the music, the car and the direction. In this moment though, you couldn’t stop looking at her. She was beautiful, even when she was freaking out. You were getting so caught up in the moment and her that you hadn’t realized the street had come to a dead end and you ran out of road. She turned off the car and just sat there. You looked out the window and you were on a cliff that was overlooking the small town. It was amazing. You must have sat there for an hour in silence. Wanda was fidgety the whole time but never said a word. You wanted so bad just to reach out and hold her, but you didn’t want to push the limits. Whatever she was going thru, it looked like a war was going on in her head, it was awful. Just when you think she is finally about to talk she turns the car back on and begins the drive home.

As you pulled into the driveway Whitney Houston’s “I wanna dance with somebody comes on the radio.” You instantly smile. This was your jam and right away distracted you from the beautiful girl sitting next to you. Little did you know she was staring at you in awe. You made your way out of the car and you were still singing the tune of the song but now you were also dancing around ridiculously in the driveway. Soon enough Wanda was also dancing, and you were both twirling each other around. After a few moments of the silliness, it began to rain again. You didn’t even care though; you were actually having more fun splashing in the fast-falling rain. You both began dancing closer and closer to each other before your faces were inches apart. You both looked at each other intensely as if asking each other with your eyes ‘are we really doing this?’ Your hands begin to shake as she pulls your foreheads together. Just then you close your eyes and feel a soft pair of lips against yours.

The kiss was everything you ever dreamed it would be. Your mouths moved flawlessly together, and for once in your life you felt fearless. So much held back emotion was put into that kiss from both of you. You finally pulled away breathless. Your foreheads still touching.

“I love you Y/N. I love you so much that it hurts to be away from you. I love you so much that I’d go to the ends of the earth for you. I have for a while now. And I don’t ever want to let you go.” She says, before you interrupt her, she continues. “Tonight, with you, was perfect. I almost told you when we were at the food trucks, but I wasn’t sure. Then I got into my head thinking about if you didn’t feel the same way. So, then we went on the drive and I almost told you on that cliff too, but I chickened out and the…” but before she can continue you kiss her again.

“I love you too, Wanda. I always have and I always will.” You say softly looking into her beautiful emerald eyes. She gives you one of the smiles that scrunches her nose. You could stay in this moment forever, with you in her arms staring at each other. You’re interrupted, however, by the rain coming down much harder now.

“We should get inside.” You say before taking her hand in yours and walking to the door. You give her one more kiss before opening the door to the house. As you walk in Steve and Nat are there smiling, obviously having watched the whole thing from the window.

“Shut it you two.” You and Wanda say at the exact same time. You take Wanda’s hand and guide her to your room not wanting to share her for the rest of the night.

[hanawrites404]

Wynne's Diary - Stars with Portia

Portia and I were out in the docks, away from our hectic schedule of our usual household chores and professional work.

The men were tormenting me too much and were also not letting me stitch a new design for my clothes in the evening that it made me escape to the docks so that I could work in peace.

And I can say very happily that I had spent at least one nice hour by myself while watching the waters and listening to the movement of the waves and loud cackling of the seagulls.

At least the sounds of the seagulls were better than listening to the rambling and screaming of my husbands.

Yes......screaming......you read it right.

Anyways, Portia had spotted me while I was enjoying the view of the orange sky turning into dark blue, melting over the horizon and the sea. And since she had been relieved from her duties for today, she decided to join me.

And that's how we both were here, talking and spilling some tea inbetween our small talk occasionally, laughing at the most bizzare and ridiculous rumours.

And as our conversation proceeded, soon came nighttime. The sky had turned blue-black and the moon above us was bright as usual, looking like a glowy mozzerella cheeseball.

And also came the time for Portia's stomach to grumble from hunger. So I had decided to prepare some spicy soya sauced noodles along with seasoned fish meat and vegetables for her.

Luckily the noodles and other ingredients were already kept in stock at Asra's shop so all I had to do was to get them and prepare the dish at the docks by using my powers to heat them up.

"Here you go. Be careful, it's still hot" After they got cooked in a couple of minutes, I gave one bowl to Portia which she gladly took with both of her hands carefully.

"Mmmm....it smells so good! I can't wait to try it" she then rolls her fork into the noodles and takes a bite.

"Oh goodness" she led out a hiss and fanned her mouth as soon as she swallowed the food.

"This is so spicy! It's burning my mouth but in a good way!" She quickly ate more and moaned from the taste, her nose watering.

"Hey.....Are you alright? Should I get some water for you to drink?" I got quite concerned when I saw her eyes leaking tears due to the spiciness getting in her nerves. Also her face was turning red.

"No no! I'm fine. I just love this so much!!" She wiped the tears off and slurped the noodles more and more, munching away happily.

"Ummm....Alright. If you say so" I relaxed a bit, still worried about her. This was her first time eating noodles after all.

Soon she finished her bowl and led out an obnoxiously loud burp. Goodness it almost made my ears puke.

"Holy mother of Asra" I exclaimed while she giggled and winked at me.

"Whoops. Sorry" she blepped and I shook my head with a sigh.

"But you are a great cook Wynne" she complimented me.

"T-Thanks Portia. It's not really much, but I know the basics" I rubbed my neck.

"Oh trust me when I say that you cook better than me" she flattered me more.

"W-What? Nonsense!! You are the better one here Portia. I mean, I don't think I would ever be able to cook various tasty dishes like you do for Nadi-"

"Just keep quiet and take the damn compliment please" she placed her finger on my lips, shutting up my speech. A playful smile plastered on her lips.

I blushed a bit and closed my mouth, abiding by her order.

"Good" She then chuckled and removed her finger off me, making my lower lip jiggle a bit.

"Wow....your lips are so soft to touch. Now I see why Ilya loves to kiss you so much. Of course he loves you and all but, this gives him a very good excuse to kiss you" she winked.

"Oh god don't remind me of him now" I averted my gaze, blushing yet again.

"He along with the three others were the reason why I came here in the first place" I shook my head with disappointment.

"Why? Were they 'pissing you off' again?" She tried not to laugh.

"Was there any moment where they weren't pissing me off?" I asked her annoyingly.

"Maybe when you said your vows to each other at your wedding??" She guessed.

I was kind of surprised by her reply. I felt my eyebrows going up and eyes widening a bit, not to mention my cheeks started feeling hotter.

"I-I mean I.......Yeah.....upto some extent, that is. But still I would have broken their shins if they had not stopped boasting about getting married. There was nothing to show off, you know" I rolled my eyes.

"Oh come on. They finally got to marry the lady of their dreams! What's the other best thing that could happen to them?" Portia defended.

"I don't know" I shrugged and placed my head on my hands.

"Ugh you are so oblivious, Wynne" she then flicked my forehead which made me stumble back as I was caught off-guard.

"Woah!! Watch it!!" I managed to catch myself from falling back by supporting myself on my hands from behind.

Portia bursted into a fit of laughs by seeing how I fell back just by a flick on my head. This made me very embarrassed as I cursed myself for being so light-weighted.

"Ilya was right. You sure weigh like a bunch of grapes. I wonder why you don't get swooshed away by the wind" she giggled.

"Oh shut up now" I glared at her with red cheeks, pouting.

"Alright alright, sorry" she finally apologized. By how she rolled her eyes while apologizing, it didn't look like she actually meant it. But I accepted it for now. At least she said sorry to me.

I huffed and dusted my hands together, sitting up straight again.

"Hey Winnie. Look above. The stars for sure are shining very brightly today, aren't they?" She relaxed herself and admired the sky above her.

I sat cross-legged and peered above, looking at the stars glimmering and twinkling to their glory. Some shooting stars were also noticable.

The stars dotted the sky beautifully, going along the darker shade of the sky very well.

They were millions of stars, impossible to count of course. Some of them were clustered together while some made intersting patterns. Nevertheless, all of them made the sky look like more glittery and sparkling. They looked like pearls floating on a black pool of ink.

"Asra told me that some stars form patterns called constellations which carry each of our fate. Is it true?" She asked me.

"Well yes sometimes. They define our way of thinking and personality. They are also called zodiac signs. Not all of the constellations are signs though, only 12 of them are considered as the signs which correspond to our birthday" I told her.

"Interesting. So what constellations can you see right now??" She asked me next.

"Hmmmm....." I looked around. First I tried to find the North Star and once I found it, I started looking for the patterns which I could identify as the signs, and I succeeded in finding one.

"Look here" I got closer to her and aligned her shoulder along with mine and then pointed at the shape I wanted to show her.

"See that one? Where it forms like a rectangle and then two antenna-like structures are coming out?" I traced the stars with my finger which was burning with a purple flame so that she could easily recognise it.

"Oh yes I do" she nodded.

"That's Gemini. The twins. Asra's zodiac sign" I told her.

"Oh how amazing. What does it say about Asra??" She asked me curiously.

"People with Gemini as their sign are usually known for being airy and intellectual. They are always curious about life and can experience two sides of things at the same time as the name suggests"

"Wow....that's definitely Asra" Portia remarked.

"Yeah" I agreed. Asra surely was a person who would think about both good and bad outcomes of a decision. Maybe that's why he was always worried about even the most smallest things too much.

"Show me another one. I'm having fun" she leaned onto my shoulder.

"Of course. You see that one? It's like a U and has one antenna coming from its curve" I traced.

"Mhm. Yeah" she nodded again.

"That's Taurus. The bull. My father's zodiac sign" I told her.

"Awesome!! Tell me more!!" She literally jumped and I chuckled at her excitement.

"Taurus people like living a luxurious and pleasurable life without any hardships. They like to be in their comfort zone. They value security and materialistic things. But they are very kind and loyal"

"Heh.....for the first-half I was thinking that it fitted Lucio more but when you mentioned the kind and loyal personality, I changed my mind" she spoke.

Not going to lie, but this made me snort in an adnormal way............

"I see why the docks are your favourite place in Vesuvia. The view from here is gorgeous" Portia replied as we faced the smoky waters and the Vesuvian night sky.

"I'm glad you think so. Though this place is a bittersweet memory for Asra and Muriel but in my eyes, it surely has its own beauty which I cannot find anywhere else" I told her.

"That's something I really like about you Winnie" she smiled at me.

"Hmm? How so?" I asked her, raising my eyebrow.

"You don't look at the dark side of things. You always appreciate the positive attributes even if they are lesser in number than the negative ones. Take Count Lucio as an example" she giggled at the last sentence.

"You are absolutely right on that part" I blushed, remembering that how it took an eternity for me to discipline him and fix his past mistakes. But for sure it was worth the time and effort and I was quite satisfied with myself at that time.

"But you do love him a lot, don't you?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me.

"O-Of course. He does need someone to look after him. Nothing romantic here" I blushed again.

"Says the one who proposed to him for marrying her and then kissed the hell out of him in front of everyone when he accepted the engagement" she nudged me with her elbow and I turned redder.

"Awwwwwww you are so cute" she then kissed my cheek which made me jerk and scoot away from her a bit.

"W-What was that for??!" I cupped the cheek she kissed.

"Why? Can't I kiss my sister-in-law?" She pouted.

"I-I mean....sure.... Wait no!!....I mean yes! I mean oh god!!" I hid my face in my hands and screamed in them from embarrassment.

I heard Portia laughing at my reaction and felt her arms wrapping around me, holding me close and tight.

"You are so adorable Wynne. Ilya sure is lucky to have you as his wife. And so are Muriel, Asra and Count Lucio" she nuzzled her cheek on my shoulder.

"T-Thanks....I guess" I replied back, not looking at her.

"No problem Winnie-boo" she then kissed my head and rested her head on my shoulder as she gazed at the beautiful view the docks offered us.

Gods she was going to make me burst now. I really hated it when she used my weakness against me and made me feel flustered and embarrassed.

But still, I loved her company more than anything else. Portia was like a sister I can ever wish for and I was happy to have her by my side. I just loved her so much.

"Portia....."

"Yes Winnie?"

"Thank you........for spending time with me.......I really needed it" I uncovered my face and looked at her.

She had a slight blush on her face but grinned at me, making me break into a smile too.

"Of course!! Anything for my cute and small sister-in-law" she winked at me.

I then hugged her close, thanking her more and more, and she just giggled and rubbed my back, warming me up in her embrace.

If I had to speak with my heart, I would say that I was ready to give up all the stars present in the universe just to embrace that one star who was right beside me, shining brightly under the night sky with her cheery smile and bubbly personality.

And I swear that I would never let her shine diminish and fade away and that I would always cherish and protect it with my whole life.

It's a promise Portia..............

The end.........

[justkending]

You said you weren’t contagious. (Drabble)

Summary: A cold is the same as the plague when it’s really bad, right?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1300+

A/N: I literally was just thinking of single lines that could make a one -shot or drabble, and this was the one that came to mind. I am currently working on chapter 16 for 10YT so hopefully I’ll have it up tomorrow! Sorry to keep you all waiting, but I was needing guidance on where to take the story. Enjoy this little distraction for now;)

“ACHOO!” Dean let out a loud and disgustingly sick sneeze. 

“God Dean! Freaking cover your mouth!” You shouted from the map room as you walked into the library where Dean was bundled up in multiple flannels and a reddened nose from all the tissues he had used. “How bad has it gotten?” you asked with a disgusted look taking a careful step forward. 

“It’s not bad. I think I’m at the end of it though,” he responded as he sniffled, not convincing anyone.

“Yeah. Sureeeeee,” you dragged out keeping a far distance being extra about it as you inched on the wall on the opposite side of the table.

“Stop being dramatic, Y/N,” he groaned only to make him cough again. “It’s just a cold.”

“Yeah, it sounds a lot worse than that. I think you have the flu.” You scrunched your nose as he shivered and bundled more into his clothes. 

“Nah. It would be a lot worse,” he shook his head. 

“Oh, honey. I think you’ve hit worse,” you said with a uneasy smile.

“Stop looking at me like I’m going to kill you by just breathing your direction!” he groaned, eyeing you. 

“Well, until you look like you won’t kill me with a single sniffle, I’m keeping my distance,” you shook your head, moving quickly to the kitchen and into any other room without him. 

But you didn’t hear his protest or the chair scoot back as you made your escape. 

You were craving something salty when you got in the kitchen, but decided to make a cup of coffee while you figured out what exactly you wanted. 

You heard shuffling behind you, figuring it was Sam back from his run, but nope. A now blanket wrapped Dean was slowly making his way in. 

“Dean! Go to your room! No one else should have to suffer from the plague just cause you are,” you chided, moving away now noticing he was coming to you with an evil grin. 

“Oh, come on sweetheart! You always take care of me when I’m sick, what’s the difference now?” he said, opening his arms and walking to you faster. 

“Oh no, no. Not today Lucifer,” you replied, moving behind the island making sure he was keeping a distance where he was on the other side of the metal table. “You need to be quarantined. A simple cold or allergies I can handle. Hell, even the stomach bug, but this?” you pointed up and down to him. “This is not something I want to get mixed up in. You’ve been ‘breaking fever’ for the past two days.”

“It’s not contagious Y/N. Come on. I really need a hug right now,” he said with a pouty face, moving for you again. “Please Y/N/N, just one.” 

“Dean, I love you, I do, but I’m not letting a cold or flu, whatever it is, be the thing that kills me in this life. I would rather a vamp or a demon,” you said, moving away again. It was like a game of cat and mouse. 

“Please sweetheart! It’s not contagious!” he said again not convincing anyone as he went into a fit of coughs. 

“Oh yeah. I believe you. You’re really selling it,” you rolled your eyes as his coughing went on. It looked like he was choking at one point with how hard and nonstop he went on. “Dean?” you questioned his name, growing worried. 

He motioned for water and you went to the fridge grabbing a bottle before walking to him. 

“Hey, you ok? Try to breath,” you said hesitantly patting his back as he hunched over and stuck his hand out. You handed him the water, but just as you did he grabbed your hand instead and twirled you to where you were enclosed in the blanket with him and both of his arms were around your torso keeping you close to him. “Dean! You bastard!”

“I knew you couldn’t resist helping me. You wouldn’t give me a hug so I had to take the extra measure,” he said with a congested voice, proud his fake coughing plan worked. But that doesn’t mean you made it easy for him. You wiggled and elbowed to get out of his arms. 

“Dean, let me go! I don’t want to get sick!”

“You won’t! Just give me a damn hug!” he said holding tighter. 

“Dean!” 

You both stayed like that yelling back and forth while you struggled to attempt to get out of his hold. He was still strong for a sick man. You screamed for him to let you go, and he just squeezed tighter not relenting in giving up on your hug. 

Eventually you slid out from underneath and pulled back. 

“I’m going to kill you,” you groaned, moving your staticky hair out of the way now. 

“Worth it,” he smirked going to the pantry for a can of soup. 

“Ugh!” you shouted moving back to the hallways and to your room. If he wasn’t going to quarantine himself, then you were holding yourself up in your room. 

____

Two days later, Dean was coming to the end of his death plague. He was still sniffling here and there, and would every so often have coughing fits, but nothing close compared to before. 

You however were trying to push your slight symptoms away as allergies, even though you knew the truth. 

Dean heard three loud but weak knocks come from his door and he looked up from the show he was watching while a book sat in his lap unread. 

“Yeah?” he questioned. 

The knob twisted and the door opened revealing you wrapped in a thick blanket, sweats, what looked like two different pairs of fuzzy socks, and an old Stanford sweatshirt you stole from Sam. 

“You said you weren’t contagious,” you moaned in almost a growl, but it didn’t come off as intimidating since you sneezed like a mouse twice into your blanket.

“Now that’s just too cute,” Dean chuckled. 

“I’m not cute! I’m sick, jackass!” you shouted with a scratchy voice. “Thanks to you.”

Dean laughed moving the books off his bed and clearing the space before motioning to you. 

“Lucky for you I’m not scared of it. Let me guess. You feel icky and irritable, so you want a hug?” he asked playing off of his own experience. 

You thought about it. You had just come in here to yell at him for passing on this sickness, but now that you thought about it. Yeah. You couldn’t seem to get comfortable and a hug sounded really good now.

You rolled your eyes when he opened his arms and patted the empty space on the bed next to him. He began chuckling once you shuffled over and crawled into the nook. 

You nudged his arm getting comfortable and he engulfed you as best he could from the angle you two were at. Eventually, his arms were wrapped over you and you were leaning into his side still snuggled into the blanket. You couldn’t seem to get warm until now. 

“I’m not happy with you,” you muttered. “This is the actual worst.”

“Yeah. I know,” he agreed, leaning his head on yours as you both watched the movie he had playing. “I can make you some soup or something if you want,” he mumbled after a while. 

When you didn’t answer, he turned to look down at you and saw that you had passed out in seconds. You hadn’t been able to sleep or settle very well because of the illness, but as soon as you were enveloped in his arms, it only took seconds before peace overcame you.

Dean let out a soft chuckle before moving to a more comfortable position which moved you to lay your head on his lap when the rest of your body was on its side. He moved his fingers through your hair and watched as you slept soundly. Nose wrinkling every so often as you tried to breath through it. 

“Night sweetheart,” he said still playing with your hair, relishing in the fact he could take care of you now.

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[sporadicreview]

Skull boy and Valkyrie back at it again at Krispy Kreme

Skulduggery was one of those series I saw at school and thought, huh, bet that lameass school endorsed stuff sucks. So naturally, I decided to read the first book, to mock how poor the advert choices of my school were. What a fool I was.

Those books kicked my ass, and for years I was waiting for book after book, hungry for some more hot sorcerer action. It really drove my love for fantasy home, cemented with help from the Demonata by Darren Shan, and the big dumb world of Dragonball. Of course, I read them all as soon as humanly possible.

Then we got to the big finale, and suddenly, I was hit with a big old wave of completion. I had finished the series, and the whole series had been amazing. Absolutely great. Maybe one other person I knew had read it, and I quietly enjoyed reminiscing about it in my own little late-teen dreadlocked head. I was very fond of Derek Landy, he reminded me of myself. An older, irish, successful me. With a better sense of humour. And a better beard. And a better imagination. So not much like me. Crap comparison, really.

Anyway, so there I was, the other month, waddling down the high street with my poetry-and-gothic-literature infused girlfriend, when we decided to pop in waterstones and BAM! The display table stared at me, saying, "You dumb ass. You big idiot. Theres more of these books. Call yourself a fan?"

Screw it, let's cut to the review. I'm sure, like many, I was extremely Pleasantly (hawhaw) surprised to find out that Mr Landy had dumped some more Roarhaven on us all. But was it worth returning to?

Did the world of Valkyrie Cain still have more to offer? Could he continue after having such a rounded story arc closed?

You betcha!

Spoilers from here, but I'll try to keep them light:

Skulduggery Pleasant: Resurrection is a perfect drop back into the franchise.

A PTSD ridden and self-isolating Valkyrie is five years older, and Skulduggery manages to convince her to return to Roarhaven for 24 hours (ish), to help him on a case and to try to get her back into the detectives shoes.

While things heat up, some great insults are passed around, some snappy dialogue and some dumbass characters make their way into the fray. Omen Darkly and Beaky McBeakface provide some worthwhile comedy, while pushing the story in very interesting directions. While no one can replace the zombie duo of Scapegrace and Thrasher (who I HOPE will be visited in the following books), there certainly doesnt feel like there is a hole where familiar characters were.

Hell, Resurrection barely uses more than a handful of familiar characters, and opts to introduce to us a whole gang of unique and quirky naughties, and then another gang of other, slightly more douchey naughties in school uniform. We also see some cool names, which, as we all know is a good indication of Landy keeping his touch.

The story gives us a lot of espionage, more than before, and a few more key twists that add some spice to the sauce. The enemies are sneaky buggers, and the leader, Lethe, is a pretty awesome character with some awesome secrets, but I wont let you in on those. All I can tell you is that his magic is pretty damn awesome, and so is the concept of his suit and how it is used.

The humour is there, the action is there, the compelling characters and emotions are there. Skulduggery is on his usual top form, especially in the back end of the book when he talks shit with the naughty boys.

Valkyrie is... kind of there. While she isnt the entire badass balls deep sonofabitch that chats shit with the best of them from the first 9 books, there is a great reason for this. And it isnt done in a massively annoying and cliched way. I mean, she does still remember killing her own 1 year old sister, and there is a tiiiny bit of Darquesses insanity still playing with her brain. And shes had 5 years out of action. She comes across more mature, damaged, but still willing to return, and willing to have a laugh beneath the pain.

But we all know shes gonna be throwing bolts at some motherfuckers when this second story arc really gets going, lets be honest. There are a LOT of fun avenues we can go in this series, and Derek has not forgotten about the Shunters, and the universe where Mevolent still lives. Add that with the fact that the new villain is someone who had to be killed by Lord Vile in a SNEAK attack and we have some exciting shit about to go down.

You can definitely add this to your list of fantasy books to read, and I will be reviewing the rest of the books as I read them. Cant wait for her inevitable transformation into Thor x Charles Xavier with the amount of magic powers she now has (spoiler - its fuckin all of them), and for Derek Landy to continue giving the people that hit we all desperately crave.

It certainly feels like this will be a balls to the wall, strong continuation, taking the magic to new heights and exploring the world of magic in new ways, doing things even grander than before. Marvel has given Landy the greenlight to write their comics (The Black Order, Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Secret Empire), which, if anything, makes me very excited for the future of his franchise.

Great return, with good restraint and everything we liked about the first 9 books.

Strong recommend for fans wondering if it's worth it. A good 8/10. Like a Lindsay McCartney vegan sausage

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NOT My Hero Academia: Part 1 – Ch.8

Iida manged to change direction at the last second, and Dark Shadow was out and between them and Bakugo now, ready to block an attack or push Team Uraraka into the air.

"OHHHHH?! IS LEAVING YOUR UNIT REALLY ALLOWED?!" Sero's tape came and saved Bakugo before he could touch the ground. "It is here, on a technicality!!" Midnight replied to Present Mic, "As long as your feet don't touch the ground!"

While Teams Bakugo and Uraraka squared off, Present Mic's commentary washed over the auditorium, "BOTH THE DOGGEDLY PURSUED FIRST PLACE TEAM… AND ITS DETERMINED PURSUERS ARE NOTHING TO SNEEZE AT! LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT THE CURRENT POINT SPREAD…" The screen updated to show the team rankings and their points. Izuku -- and All For One, through his cameras -- noticed another team pass behind Bakugo's. A hand reached out… "HOW ARE OUR TEAMS DOING AFTER SEVEN MINUTES OF PLAY? ...OHH?!

"NOW WAIT JUST A SECOND…! BESIDES URARAKA, CLASS A'S NOT LOOKING SO HOT… WHAT HAPPENED TO BAKUGO…?!" "Too simple, really. Class A," said the owner of the hand. Bakugo spun, "Give that back! I'll freaking kill you!!" "He got us!" cried Mina. "When Midnight announced the first event, it didn't take a genius to realize they wouldn't be thinning our numbers that much in a preliminary."

The rider who'd grabbed the headband smirked and glared condescendingly at Bakugo and his team. "It wasn't much of a stretch to imagine they'd be letting a good number of us advance to the next event. Forty or so seemed reasonable." A rumble came from behind team Bakugo. It was another Class B team! "It was the perfect chance to hang back and observe our soon-to-be rivals' quirks and tendencies. So it's only fair that we ended up placing more modestly."

"The whole class was in on it…?" said Kirishima. "Well, not everyone, but that wouldn't have been a bad idea… Instead of aiming for some fleeting first place, like a horse going for a dangling carrot." Bakugo's otherwise stony face twitched. "Ah, but you're already a celebrity, aren't you? The victim of that sludge incident! I'll have to ask you sometime. How does it feel to be known as the kid who needed saving?"

"Kirishima… plan's changed." Bakugo was radiating doom. "Before we go for Deku… I've gotta murder every last one of them…!!"

.

'Class B… They threw the qualifiers and planned for the long game!' Izuku thought, impressed. 'They want to prove Class B's supremacy. But from that, I can guess that they're not necessarily dead set on targeting me…!! Maybe this won't be too hard to evade-!' But at almost that same moment, as Present Mic announced they'd reached the halfway mark-

-Team Uraraka was approached by multiple opponents. 'Or maybe… it won't be quite that easy. We've stayed still too long!'

"Looks like this won't end without a fight…" Tokoyami said, "They're really gunning for us, Midoriya." "No. We're halfway through. We've just gotta keep moving!"

Todoroki gave orders as his team approached their target. "Yaoyorozu, prepare our defense. The insulator too." "Right!" "Kaminari. You…" "Yeah, I got it! Just stay alert!" Kaminari warned.

At that, Kaminari screamed, announcing his special attack for the audience of Pro Heroes, "Indiscriminate shock. 1.3 million volts!!"

All the teams nearby were stopped by the sudden shock, Dark Shadow useless against the bright attack. Todoroki took advantage of that. "Less than six minutes left. No turning back now." He lowered a staff of ice to the ground. "Sorry. Just hang in there." All of the frozen teams' feet were now literally frozen to the ground! As they passed, Todoroki grabbed another team's headband, "I'll be taking this."

"Tokoyami, Iida, get us out of here!" Izuku cried. When Dark Shadow managed to break the ice around their feet, Todoroki tried to freeze them again. But Iida was too fast. Todoroki then tried to block their escape, creating an arena of ice, but Dark Shadow launched them over the wall, higher than anyone had thought they could go.

.

Kurogiri joined All For One in front of the screens. "He's doing well so far." All For One nodded, agreeing, "Although nothing spectacular, it will keep him in first place. His team will run, other teams will close in, and they'll run again." Hesitantly, Kurogiri commented, "You seem… dissatisfied." "On the contrary. I'm simply eager to see further results."

As the competition went on, Todoroki's team was particularly persistent in chasing Team Uraraka. Already holding one of the top spots, they seemed determined to come in first. And getting the ten million point headband was the only way of doing that…

.

After being humiliated by the Class B team, "Team Monoma," and glued in place by yet another team -- Bakugo was looking for revenge. Before they could make it to the offenders, however, the score board updated, and Present Mic's commentary blasted through the auditorium again. "WITH JUST ONE MINUTE LEFT, TODOROKI'S GOT THREE HEADBANDS, BUT URARAKA'S TEAM STILL HOLDS FIRST PLACE!! TEAM URARAKA'S MANAGED TO EVADE TODOROKI, NO MATTER WHAT THEY'VE THROWN AT THEM!! HAVE WE FOUND OUR TOP FOUR TEAMS FOR THIS EVENT?!"

Bakugo looked at the score board. Deku's team were still in the lead. Good -- he could take their points himself! That stupid pebble… How was he making it this far?!

… He would fix that.

Below them was Team Monoma, the bastards, with 1360 points. Then Todoroki with 990, and Tetsutetsu in fourth with 940. His team had 0 points. But not for long.

"Second place, huh? Seems too good to be true," Monoma was saying, "Let's focus on keeping what we've got." "Wait just one stinkin' minute!" Bakugo shouted. Monoma looked over his shoulder at them. "Persistent, aren't you. That sort of tenacity is…"

"Get back here, Bakugooooo!!" Kirishima shouted. Bakugo had launched himself through the air again. "Tsuburaba! Guard!" Monoma yelled. "Got it!"

One of the guys holding Monoma up took a deep breath and blew out. Bakugo came to a stop in midair. "Ha ha! How d'ya like that? It's an invisible wall!" said Tsuburaba. Bakugo just pulled his arm back -- and smashed through it, grabbing at their headbands. "He got two of them!" yelled Monoma.

"TEAM BAKUGO'S STOLEN TWO, PUTTING THEM IN FOURTH PLACE!!" Sero pulled Bakugo back to them, as Todoroki moved up to second place on the score board. "A LATE SHAKE-UP IN THE RANKINGS! THAT'S THE SPIRIT OF YOUTH FOR YA!!"

"Damn… DAMMIT!" Monoma cursed. "Alright… It's fine. We're in fifth! And Kendo's not going anywhere, frozen like that…" He adjusted their remaining headband. "Right! Just have to guard this one with our lives…"

"Give us some warning before you jump!!" Sero chided Bakugo when he'd landed back on their horse. "But now we're guaranteed to move on…" said Kirishima.

"I AIN'T DONE YET!!" "Huh?!" Sero gaped at him.

"I'm not settling for some half-assed first place!!" Bakugo, more energized than ever, was banging on Kirishima's hardened head. "I couldn't brace myself going at it alone. So move!!" They sped up; Bakugo's excitement was contagious. "WE'RE TAKING OUR POINTS BACK. AND THEN THE TEN MILLION!!" 'I'll make that useless Deku realize he's just a PEBBLE in my path to Number One IF IT KILLS ME!'

"Soy Sauce Face! Tape, now!!" Bakugo lifted his left leg out of the way. "My name's Sero!!" Even as he said it, he taped the ground near Team Monoma's feet, already knowing what Bakugo had in mind. "You missed," Monoma stated smugly. "Raccoon eyes!" Bakugo lifted his right leg out of the way now. "Melt a path for us with that liquid!" "It's Mina. Mina Ashido!" She sprayed the ground beneath Sero's tape.

Sero reeled them in and, as they sped passed- "BAKUGO!! ABSOLUTELY MERCILESS!!" -Bakugo ripped the last headband from around Monoma's neck!

"WHAT A PERFECTIONIST! ANYTHING WORTH DOING IS WORTH DOING RIGHT!! WE'RE NEARING THE END OF THE GAME, NOW!!"

Switching gears immediately, Bakugo turned in search of his main target, "Next up! Deku and Todoroki!!" "TIME'S ALMOST UP. LET'S COUNT DOWN. HEY, EVERYBODY SAY… 10! 9! 8!" Bakugo spotted Team Uraraka with only 6 seconds left. He launched into the air without hesitation.

But… "-TIME'S UP!"

.

All the teams stopped moving, and Bakugo went crashing to the ground.

"LET'S SEE WHO THE TOP FOUR TEAMS ARE RIGHT NOW! "IN FIRST PLACE, TEAM URARAKA!!" 'I almost can't believe how well things are going so far,' Izuku thought to himself, as Uraraka hugged him, 'Although, I'm actually… even more scared of the final event because of it!'

"IN SECOND, TEAM BAKUGO!!" Bakugo cursed and screamed.

"IN THIRD, TEAM TODO… HUH?! WHOA!! TEAM SHINSO?!" Izuku looked around, then spotted that purple-haired guy who was talking to goggles-girl earlier.

.

It was just after he'd finished forming his team for the Cavalry Battle…

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"Heh heh heh… Yes, you're in first place. You sure do stand out!" Izuku heard someone say from behind him. He turned- "-Team up with me, Mr. First Place!!" "Whoa, too close!!" 'The girl with the hover boots?!'

"I'm Mei Hatsume, from the support course! I don't know you, but I could be useful to someone like you." She blabbed, heedless of anyone around her aside from her target. "Joining with you means I'll inevitably be right in the spotlight!! And then, inevitably, my supercute babies… will be seen by the industry big shots. They'll have to take notice of me and my babies!!" As she talked, she just seemed to get more and more enthusiastic.

"But wait -- there's more. This could also be advantageous for you." She pulled out some gadgets. "In the support course, we develop equipment to make heroes' quirks easier to use! I've got plenty of my babies here, and I'm sure you'll find one or two that-" Izuku spoke loudly, raising his hands to cut her off, "-Sorry, but I already formed my team!" She froze. "Ah! But…" He wanted to say something nice -- she had actually WANTED to team up with him. Even if it was just for his points… "I thought those hover boots you used back in the race were awesome! It's just…" She smiled, seeming to take the rejection surprisingly well. "I get it. You wanna work with your friends."

She got up close to his face again. Izuku stepped back. "But mark my words. Someday, you're gonna need my babies. And you'll come crawling, begging me to build you the most awesome equipment anyone's ever seen!" Her tone wasn't hostile, just filled with certainty and determination. "Mr. Quirkless Wonder!"

She turned and walked away. Izuku saw a purple-haired guy approach her and heard him say, "Wow, those gadgets of yours are awesome! Can I see one?" "Sure-!"

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"WHO SAW THAT TURNAROUND COMING? WHO EVEN SAW IT HAPPEN?!" 'Yeah… When did that happen…?' Izuku had been keeping an interested eye on the score board. 'But I was distracted in those last few seconds… Must've been then. Wish I'd seen that, though!'

"… IN FOURTH, TEAM TODOROKI!!" "No surprise there," said Uraraka, now sitting on the ground, exhausted.

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"THESE FOUR TEAMS WILL PROCEED… TO THE FINAL EVENT!!"

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Ice Bruises

Prompt: “we’re going ice skating for the first time this year and it’s pretty obvious that you’re secretly an Olympic figure skater or something how the hell are you so graceful you’re literally twirling around on one foot on a frictionless surface and I can barely make a left turn”

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: fluff, slight injury, implied smut

Word Count: 809

Note: Fluffy holiday fic. Something quick that I had planned to be longer, but the fic didn’t want to cooperate. Enjoy!

“This is a bad idea.”

“No, it isn’t. Come on.”

Taking a step onto the ice, you breathed in the cold night air. The town had set up a rink this year. It was bedecked in colorful lights, shiny baubles, and fresh greenery. It had taken a minute to find your old skates, but they fit back onto your feet like nothing had changed. The blade glided across the ice. A comforting feeling like flying.

Then you remembered you weren’t alone.

Dean still hadn’t stepped out. His face was set, counting the ways he could step and fall. And his cheeks were pink. You had offered to buy him something warm to drink, but he refused. The flask in his pocket was supposed to be enough. But it’s hard to drink when both your hands have a death grip on the entrance rails.

“Dean?”

“I’ll be out in a minute.”

You waited a minute. He still didn’t step out.

“Come on.” You skated over to him and took his hand. With a wobble, he placed a bladed foot on the ice. “I’ve got you. Come on; you’re almost there.” Once he had two skates on slippery ground, he reached for the railing that surrounded the rink. “Dean-“ you whined.

He grit his teeth and focused. “Hey, just because you’re a sugar-plum princess doesn’t mean that the rest of us mortals can do this.”

It took a while, but eventually, he made a full rotation around the rink. You took that time to get reacquainted with the ice. Hunting had gotten in the way of your usual winter practices. Not this year. Not when you had this chance. One, two, three. One, two, three. Gliding one step after the other, you warmed up your muscle memory. Then one foot left the ice. And you launched. You lifted your arms, letting the brisk air ruffle your jacket and scarf. You made a successful jump… and landing. A few people around the outside wall applauded, making you blush. Warmth in your cheeks, you skated back to Dean.

His mouth was parted with awe.

“How do you do that? It’s frozen water, I- I can barely make a left turn.”

A sassy reply was out of your mouth before you could stop it. “Being scared of the monster doesn’t kill it.” A Dean-ism that he hadn’t used in a while. You bit your lip. And glanced down at his skates. “And look, you’ve even got silver blades to help.” His sarcastic glare made you giggle.

“Har-har. We’ve skated. Can we go home now?”

You slumped. “Already? But- they don’t do this every year. I haven’t skated in-“ You sighed. “Are you really miserable?”

Dean took in your drooped shoulders. The way you worried your hands through the mittens. Your still glowing cheeks from your glides. He cleared his throat. “Not miserable, just… cold. I should have taken you up on- never mind.” Rolling his shoulders back, he fought to steady his footing. “Well, I got the darn things laced up. Might as well get my money’s worth. How do you walk in these things?”

First off, walking wasn’t really an option. He learned that eventually. And, as luck would give him, he didn’t fall for a while. When he did, it was because you fell first.

A child came whizzing towards you, panic on their face. You swerved to avoid getting hit. And caught your blade on a bump on the ice. You started to fall and reached out for Dean. Had it been non-frozen ground, he would have caught you. Instead, he fell with you. Both of you groaned as you sat up. The child was still moving, and waved back with a heartfelt “sorry.”

Dean waved back and started to laugh. “Kid’s really got the hang of it. Better than me-“ Then he got stuck. He licked his lips. Your cheeks were shining, your eyes bright. Your knitted hat was askew and you were damp from the landing. But you looked beautiful. And he breathed as much.

“Thanks,” you mumbled. With a wince, you stretched out the ache in your lower back. “And wet. Do you want to take a break?”

“Only if I can help warm you up,” he whispered in your ear.

Another warmth took over your body. Hell of an offer. “Deal. Shall we?” You rose and skated towards the ramp.

“Y/N?”

When you looked back, Dean was struggling to stand. You laughed. Once you’d helped him off the ice, you both warmed up with some steady-ground dancing under the festive lights. And then again later when you looked over his bruises at home. A few more shone on your body the next morning from where he’d gripped your hips so hard during the last “warming up” session.

He considered it well worth the cost of the skates.

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Birthday Surprise

Summary: Louis decides to throw a surprise party for Violet one day before her birthday.

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Louis had been planning for this day for months now. He knew that if he wanted to spend a day celebrating Violet’s birthday, it was better to do it on the day before. He didn’t want to step on Prisha’s toes since he knew that Violet would probably be spending most of her actual birthday with Prisha. So he was going to surprise her and celebrate one of his best friend’s birthdays, just the two of them. He double checked to make sure he had everything in his car and that the gift was gently tucked in the back of the car. After he was satisfied with his search, he jumped into the driver’s seat, turning the key in the ignition and setting off to what he was sure would be an awesome day.

Violet was lying on her ratty, old mattress, a true crimes podcast playing on her earbuds while she stared at the ceiling. She didn’t really have any plans for the day. She’d figured she would just listen to the daily podcast and go from there. That’s when she heard a knock come from the front door. Pausing her podcast, she tossed off her earbuds, letting them bounce against her leg as she made her way to the front door. When she did, her eyes widened slightly when she saw Louis standing there with a cup in his hand.

“Vi! I thought I’d surprise you with an early birthday gift!” He held out the cup that Violet was sure was filled with chamomile tea. “Tada!”

“Thanks,” Violet took the cup and took a long sip from it. “But my birthday isn’t until tomorrow.”

“Yep! That’s right!” Louis had a playful smile on his face. “But today we’re going to celebrate it just the two of us!” He shot his hand into his pocket and drew out what was surely the world’s tiniest water gun. “Surprise! I’m here to kidnap you for the special celebration!”

Violet raised an eyebrow and let out a snort. “Whatcha gonna do with that, Lou?” She motioned to the tiny water gun.

“It’s to make sure you come with me.” He held it out dramatically.

“Really? That’s going to convince me?” Violet had a smirk on her face.

“Yep!” Louis’ finger pulled down, causing a small spray of water to hit Violet’s hoodie which immediately soaked up the water with ease.

Violet rolled her eyes but moved back to grab her apartment keys on her mattress as she followed Louis outside her apartment. Louis and Violet walked side by side, having a light-hearted conversation about this and that when they reached the parking lot. Before Violet could move forward to enter the car, she felt Louis’ hand on her shoulder.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Louis tutted his finger. “I can’t let you in there until you put on this.” He held out a black, padded blindfold.

Violet took it, a small frown pulling on the sides of her lips. “Louis, this looks like a bra.”

“What? No it doesn’t,” Louis shook his head. “Even if it does, that's not what it is. It’s a blindfold. I’ve seen this very version on a ton of reality cooking shows so I know it’s legit.”

Violet looked at it with skepticism then back at Louis. The earnest, hopeful look in his eyes made it clear that whatever he had planned he was really excited about. With a small groan Violet slid on the blindfold and let Louis guide her to the car. After carefully getting into the car and placing the remnants of her tea in one of the holders, Louis got into the car and started it up. He fiddled around with the bluetooth in his car and after a few taps Girl in Red started to play. Violet had a small smile on her face. She should’ve known Louis would think to even have some of her favorite music ready.

“So,” Violet blindly kicked her feet up on the dash. “How far away is it to this secret location?”

“It’s a secret,” Louis said in a singsong voice. The pure excitement of the surprise was radiating off his body.

Violet sighed. “Fine,” She’d just have to be patient and hope it wasn’t too far away. Suddenly her nose was hit with the strong, comforting smell of chicken nuggets. “Louis, why does your car smell like chicken nuggets?”

“Secret.” He still had the playful tone in his voice when the car made a sharp turn to the right, causing Violet to swerve to the left. The two talked about random things here and there to pass the time. Every so often Louis would occasionally get overly excited and hint at how amazing the surprise was going to be. It wasn’t long before the car pulled into a spot and Louis took the keys out of the ignition.

“Give me five minutes, Vi. I’ll be right back.” Louis didn’t wait for a response and closed the door only to open up the back of his car. His footsteps grew farther away and Violet was left to wait in the car. She leaned back in her seat, unsure what her best friend had in store, but she was hoping that she could take the blindfold off soon. After nearly fifteen minutes Louis returned, swinging open Violet’s door.

“Louis, that was way longer than five minutes.”

“True, true, but it will all be worth it.” He gently grabbed Violet’s hand and helped her out of the car.

“Can I take the blindfold off now?” Violet asked as Louis started to guide them to some new location.

“Nope, not yet,” She couldn’t see Louis’ face but she was sure he had a big goofy grin. After a few minutes of walking blindly through what Violet figured was a forest considering how many times Louis told her to step over a twig or a rock, they stopped. Louis’ hand slipped out of Violet’s. “Alright, you can take off the blindfold now.”

Violet immediately tore off the blindfold, her eyes squinting from the sudden change in lighting. It took a minute for them to readjust. There laid before herein the middle of a forest was a big picnic blanket that was covered in dozens upon dozens of chicken nuggets. A cooler stood beside it filled with the makings for Shirley Temples and a present hidden behind it.

“Tada!” Louis jumped in front of Violet’s view, doing jazz hands with a happy smile.

“Holy shit,” Violet whispered, a faint smile on her face.

“Come on, “Louis jumped down on the blanket and motioned to the spot beside him. “Let’s dig in before it gets cold.”

Violet didn’t need to be told twice. She immediately plopped herself down beside her friend.

“So, I’ll have you know that there are exactly two hundred chicken nuggets here. With all the dipping sauces you could dream of: ranch, ketchup, buffalo, barbecue... So eat to your heart’s content. Oh, and don’t worry about leftovers.” Louis leaned over and grabbed some plastic containers. “I got that covered. As for drinks,” Louis grabbed the cooler and pulled it onto the picnic blanket, “I thought you’d enjoy some Shirley Temples and…” he dug around in a bag beside him, his tongue sticking out slightly as he rummaged around. A happy smile appeared on his lips when he had successfully found what he was looking for. “Maraschino cherries to top them off.” He placed down a jar. “I got one for our drinks and,” He placed down a second jar filled to the brim with maraschino cherries, “ A second one for you to chug. Prisha brags all the time about how you were able to chug a whole jar of these in no time flat when you two first met.” Louis had a playful smile on his face, “And I don’t mean to say that Prisha was exaggerating, but I want to see if it was really true.”

He slid the jar forward with a smug smile. “And to sweeten the deal, if you do it in under a minute I’ll give you fifty bucks.” Louis held out the bill, tugging on both sides to show its authenticity. A confident smirk appeared on Violet’s lips as she pulled forward the jar. “That’ll be easy.” She waited for Louis to prepare his stopwatch on his phone and when he gave the signal Violet tossed aside the lid and started to chug the cherries. Louis watched in frightened awe as the maraschino cherries disappeared at an alarming speed. Within under a minute they were all gone. Violet dropped the empty jar and let out a large burp.

“Holy shit, Vi,” Louis chuckled and handed over the money. “That was impressive.”

“Eh, I guess.” Violet shrugged, pocketing the money before turning her attention to the food in front of her. “Time for chicken nuggets.” Without another word Violet opened the first container and started to dig in. Nugget after nugget disappeared as she and Louis began to talk. Soon the topic turned to favorite past birthday celebrations which brought up some funny memories.

“Remember that time that Marlon, Mitch and I took you to McDonalds and Mitch decided to have an eating contest with you?” Louis leaned forward, dipping a chicken nugget into some ketchup and tossing it in his mouth. “Shoulda known he'd lose when he made it about chicken nuggets. You can really pack those away.”

Violet took a sip from her Shirley Temple with a happy smile. “Mitch ended up losing by a long shot. Man, he was in the bathroom forever. Those chicken nuggets definitely didn’t settle in his stomach.”

Louis laughed loudly. “Nope, he really couldn’t handle it.”

“Then there was that one time you, Marlon and Mitch tried to sneak me out of class on my birthday,” Violet leaned back on her arms, taking a moment to let the food digest in her stomach before going in for round two. “Marlon ended up ripping his pants on a tree branch.” Violet’s soft laughter grew louder as the tale unfolded.

“Yeah, he was holding onto his pants so desperately in hopes they wouldn’t fall while you three snuck over to my car. But hey, you gotta admit it was a pretty fun day at Chuck E Cheese.”

“True,” Violet snagged another chicken nugget. The pair of friends continued to tell stories, recalling both happy and thoughtful birthday moments over the years until Louis suddenly rose to his feet.

“Alright on to the gift,” he strolled over and carefully picked up the present that was beautifully wrapped in birthday wrapping paper. “After you knocked it out of the park with the birthday scrapbook you got me on my birthday, I knew I had to go all out.” Louis handed over the gift. Violet wiped off the excess crumbs from her hands and took the gift, studying it with curiosity. “Just be careful when you open in.”

Violet looked over at Louis who had sat back down. His body swayed back and forth, a nervous excitement on his features. Carefully, her fingers ran under the wrapping and tore off the tape. It didn’t take long for her to fully unwrap it. When she did she was surprised to see a trifold display. Opening up the two sides, her eyes widened when she saw what was displayed on there. Picture after picture covered the display board. It only took a second for Violet to see that they were different pictures of her and Louis over the years.

At the beginning on the top of the board was pictures of the pair at the school for troubled youth. Louis must’ve snuck these out when he left. One was of them working together on arts and crafts in art class. Violet looked frustrated by her project while Louis held out his art proudly. The next picture was one where Louis had his arm slung around Violet’s shoulder. A small smile was on her lips in the picture while she looked over at Louis who had a huge, happy grin on his face. Violet’s eyes wandered over the board, traveling through the many years. Watching as she and Louis grew older and their friendship grew stronger. Pictures of them hanging out and laughing together were displayed in celebration. It was such a simple yet powerful gift. Violet felt her emotions swell within as she looked at the memories captured in these pictures of her with her best friend.

“So it wasn’t easy tracking down all those pictures, but I hope you like them. I wanted to give you something that shows how important you are to me. Just like your gift that you gave me.” Louis’ voice drew Violet’s attention up to her friend who had a warm smile on his face.

Violet felt tears pricking her eyes. Wordlessly she put aside the gift and wrapped Louis in a hug. Louis immediately returned the gesture. He could tell how much the gift had meant to her. He could feel her happiness and her emotions in that hug. After a few moments, the hug ended and the two friends looked at each other with happy smiles. “Happy birthday, Violet,” Louis shifted his weight and rubbed his hands together. “Now, how about we decimate a couple more of these chicken nuggets and then head out?”

“Sounds good,” Violet sniffled softly and started to dig into the chicken nuggets once more. A warm, content feeling swirled around in her heart as she continued to laugh and talk with Louis.

He really had pulled off the perfect birthday surprise.

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Mumbai's Burger Joints: Top Picks for 2024

As the calendar year changes, it gets more and more clear...digging into a large scrumptious cheesy burger is like...the perfect way to please all the growls in your stomach and thankfully pleasing yourself is getting yummier in Mumbai with so many cool joints serving some really hot options.

Let’s checkout the choices of the hottest spots for the best burgers in Mumbai this 2024.

1.    Shamiana-The Taj Mahal Palace

(Colaba, Mumbai)

In the most sophisticated and opulent ambiance of soft lighting and  jazz music, the burger you are served here is  a symphony of flavors and textures with a melt-in-your-mouth wagyu beef patty that is encased in a buttery brioche bun, with layers of rich truffle aioli and a luxurious slice of foie gras.

The umami explosion strikes a fine balance with the sweetness of caramelized onions and the slight tang from pickled radishes.

 

Your burger is accompanied with golden, crispy truffle fries, seasoned just right to enhance the savory elements of the meal. These crispy fries are delicately infused with truffle oil and sprinkled with Parmesan, making every bite a gorgeous gourmet delight.With pricing that’s worth every bite, they  top our charts in Mumbai 2024.

 Pricing :  4000₹ for 2

 

2.    BBurger  (Call/ Order online)

 

When you are busy and each minute of yours matters, but you respect your cravings just as much, just call or order online at BBurger’s, they deliver you the best premium burgers in Mumbai, hot, perfectly juicy, cheesy giant burgers that are exploding with flavors at the convenience of your doorstep.

 

Their yummilicious huge burgers make you realize that sometimes the best burger place in Mumbai home delivers the best burgers in Mumbai right to your doorstep, especially the BBurgers ‘Crunchy Spicy Chicken Burger’ is an absolute winner with Crunchy Chicken Tenders served with Smoked Garden veggies, Romaine Lettuce, Fresh Onions, Pickles and Cheddar Cheese and set out with Spicy Mayo in a Big Brioche Bun that holds this masterpiece together well absorbing the juicy goodness.

The ‘Crunchy Truffle Chicken Burger’ is served with truffle Mayo with the perfect bun to patty ratio, while their ‘Crunchy Mustard Chicken Burger’ is served with delicious honey mustard sauce.

..and yes, they also have an equally delicious vegan range of burgers, their ‘Cheese burst burger’ and ‘The Monster black burger’ (with a black bun) is super awesome with their signature spice blends loaded cheese and its double patty!

Top this with their truffle fries, that are hand-cut and fried to a crisp perfection then dusted with the special BBurger’s signature spice blend that adds a kick. Served with a side of sriracha mayo, these yummilicious fries complement the spicy, savory flavors of your gourmet burger wooing your taste buds and leaving you craving for more!

Pricing burgers: approx. 800₹ for two

 

 

3.    JIMIS BURGERS

Without a shade of doubt for unpretentious indulgences JIMIS BURGERS is the place guys. An out and out absolute burger place with their towering seven patty Jawbreaker burger totally standing up to your expectations, excellently charred on the outside double beef, double chicken patties that are just juicy inside with cheese simply oozing out of all those crunchy layers. And you get Vegan options too for this towering experience, plus they load you with fries that are dripping with melted cheese and jalapeños

Pricing burgers:  approx. 1200₹ for two

 

 

4.    The Ranch Premium Burgers and Hotdogs

(Bandra west, mumbai)

This house of gourmet burgers serves  authentic barbecue chicken burgers with mince patty, BBQ sauce and scamorza and their Korean fried chicken burgers with jalapeños, gochujang and Korean sauce are very popular. The vegan peri peri Paneer burgers are equally popular. 

The burgers are huge and deliciously filling. The service is quick and you get your value for money and of the time you have to wait in the queue.

Pricing burgers: approx. 1000₹ for two

 

 

 

5.    Good Flippin Burgers

(Bandra, Mumbai)

The juicy burgers served here have a very loyal clientele who swear by their ‘Cluckinator’, ‘ Cheese bomb’, ‘’The Kerfulle’ and ‘The Grilla’. With indoor and outdoor seating, yummy vegan options and thick shakes.

Good Flippin’ Burgers is a cool place to hang out with friends.Their fries are the epitome of crisp perfection and are twice-fried for that ideal golden crunch.

Pricing burgers: approx. 700₹ for two

 

6.    Frisbees

(Dadar, Bandra and Andheri)

Frisbees serves you all in ample measure, perfectly juicy and cheesy giant burgers that are easy on the wallet and high on taste, They have their ‘Caballo burger’ that is loaded with meat and ‘The Jamaican Gold burger’ with chicken tenders that are marinated in Jamaican sauces.

And to the vegan delight they have delicious “veg burger”  “veg Cheese bomb burger”,  and burgers for the Jain preference too! 

Pricing burgers:  approx. 800₹ for two 

 

 

7.    Smoke House Deli

(Merry weather road, colaba)

With burgers that are a blend of gourmet sophistication and comfort food, Smoke House Deli Offers  succulent, grass-fed beef patty, smoky from the grill, topped with creamy smoked cheddar that melts into the meat. 

Their burger is layered with peppery arugula, pickled cucumbers for a tangy bite and a perfect drizzle of their signature smoky sauce, all enclosed in a toasted, slightly crisp bun.

The truffle fries served here are a revelation, seasoned with rosemary and a hint of sea salt, their ‘Baconator’ is worth going for, you can even ask for a 100% Almond keto for some additional charges.

Pricing burgers: approx. 900₹ for two

 

 

8.    Hammer & Song

(Cuffe parade, Mumbai )

A cool joint with comfortable seating  and live music, Hammer & Song serves you yummy burgers made of brioche buns baked in-house and  you can order them with fries of your choice ‘

Mr.Bean Burger’ is the vegan variation with a mixed vegetable and bean patty with cheddar, sriracha mayo and gherkins and their special ‘ Their classic hammered  tenderloin cheese burger’  is served with streaky bacon and cheese and is a must-try.

Pricing burgers: approx.1200 for two

 

 

 

9.    O Pedro

(BKC, Mumbai)

The burger famous here is the beef burger. The patty is made from high-quality beef, cooked to perfection and juicy. Topped with a combination of house-made pickles, cheese and a special sauce adds a tangy and creamy balance to the richness of the beef inside the bun that is soft yet sturdy making it a standout dish. The ambiance, inspired by Goan-Portuguese colonial heritage, adds to the charm of indulging in this burger, making the entire experience warm and inviting.

Pricing burgers: approx. 2000₹ for two

 

10.  Saz Café

(Lower parel,  Mumbai)

The ‘Spiced cottage cheese burger’ that comes with pickled onions and nachos and  their ‘Juicy chicken burger’ which comes with the saz special sauce is an absolute must-try at Saz Café  that charms you with its spacious interiors that are an classic fusion of American times and American gourmet food, all their burgers are served with fries, salad and honey mustard dips. 

Pricing burgers: approx. 900₹ for two

FINAL THOUGHTS 

Mumbai's burger joints are smoothly blending gourmet sophistication with the comfort food out burger is, to satisfy even the most discerning palates. So, whether you’re seeking the luxurious elegant experience of fine dining your burger or want to wade through the Mumbai traffic and indulge towering creations,you know where to go.

.....and if you value your time greatly and seek the convenience of doorstep delivery to indulge in the best with your family and friends or its your late night food craving, BBurgers has you covered my friend, just call or order online to dig into hot,delicious,yummilicious,lip-smacking, mouth-watering and truly drooly the best giant burgers in Mumbai delivered hot,right to your doorstep!