#azra is having a blast

[ryn-halo26]

"May I ask what happened?-" "No."

@another-lost-mc the ogs are here! I'm surprised my phone hasn't exploded from this drawing alone. The dialogue on top is MC, then all 5 of them collectively.

I'm never drawing vehicles ever again. This is my banner now

[aziraphales-library]

Hello beautiful librarians! Thank you for keeping me sorted with fic to fill the long gap between now and series three. (As I'm writing this S3 hasn't been commissioned yet but who knows, maybe by the time you post it will be?!)

Anyway, I'm looking for some recs for spicy fic, Aziraphale/Crowley pairing, where one of them is wearing lingerie / stockings and the other is taking their time to appreciate it fully before ravishing them. Any gender presentation, any "downstairs effort", as part of a larger fic or just a smaller delicious scene. Anything is welcome! I just saw some lingerie type fanart and I need moooore! Big thanks in advance!

Hi! We have a #lingerie tag. Here are some more fics to add...

The Way That You Hold Me by AngieWords (E)

"Have you ever had any thoughts about my other...forms?" Crowley is interested to find out how Aziraphale will react to exploring a different corporation together. Aziraphale is very interested indeed. Or: Crowley gets nostalgic for his femme-presenting days

Underdrawing by spunknbite (E)

Lace. Just a hint of it: white, peeping out from under the waistband of Aziraphale’s trousers. A finely woven pattern of sprigs of roses and briony linked together with intricate diamond thread work. There was something vaguely Victorian about it, suggesting a handcrafted wedding veil or perhaps the contents of a hope chest. The lattice clung tightly to the pale skin beneath it, pearly lace on pearly skin, creating an almost tattoo-like appearance as if the design was threaded onto his very flesh in only a shade lighter than his own tone. Well, fuck.

Pin An Angel Up by Dibs_Drabbles (E)

Aziraphale was a lingerie model for a newlyweds' magazine, under the guise of Miss Azra Fell. Despite her short-term career, Miss Fell was granted her own special edition magazine, featuring her and only her. The angel had kept it hidden in plain view, quite oblivious to the chance of a certain demon stumbling upon it. And that certain demon was very much thrilled with what he found. - Aziraphale modelled for a lingerie magazine back in 1950, Crowley finds them and thus uncovers a whole arsenal of kinks to explore for the two of them.

Spread Your Wings by foolishlovers (E)

In the glamorous world of high fashion, Crowley shines as a household name. Unfortunately, so does supermodel Aziraphale, who repeatedly lands bookings for the same jobs. When a photoshoot mishap traps them in a studio overnight, their simmering animosity escalates to its peak. Literally.

Tryst at the Ritz by almaasi (E)

Aziraphale nodded, and said, sweetly, “After dinner, Crowley, you and I, we’re going up to a private, luxury suite, and we’re going to make love.” Crowley blasted red wine across the table in a fine spray. (A fic in which Crowley and Aziraphale get a wiggle on, in the Biblical sense.)

Dangerous like Spun Sugar by Nejinee (E)

Crowley really wasn't prepared for any of this. She was a demon of hell, a fallen angel, and also - evidently - a fucking idiot. -- Or, how Crowley had never cared about the inherent sexiness of lingerie until Aziraphale started talking about her own lingerie.

- Mod D

[another-lost-mc]

Which of your oc would make the brothers freak out the most if they dating mc? 😂

I think most of the OCs have potential to cause waves among the canon cast once they learn MC is dating someone. (This got a little long, sorry!)

Lucifer - There's bad blood between him and Belial, Azra, and Gabriel in that order. Things might be a bit tense with Meta at first too. The OCs he'd approve of most are Karasu and Seraphiel.

Mammon - He freaks out no matter which demon MC dates, except for Karasu. He's planning their wedding after their second or third date. (He's kinda like a proud older brother in that regard.)

Levi - Karasu based on the Feathered Friends narrative. He doesn't know or interact enough with the other demons to care that much, but he'll back up Mammon or Asmo if either of them have complaints about someone specifically.

Satan - Sometimes I wonder if he would have any subconscious resentment towards any of the angels based on Lucifer's past before the fall. An instinct like, I don't know you but I know you hurt my brother and that's good enough for me. I can see his first potential meeting with Michael and possibly Gabriel being very...tense.

Asmo - I love the idea that he would support MC instead of being upset/jealous that MC is dating someone else. He's very excited about MC and Azra dating, though - two of his closest friends ending up together sounds like something out of a cheesy romcom and he loves it. The three of them shopping together sounds like a blast.

Beel - He's concerned about Azra and Belial who have the most notorious reputations. Things might be awkward for him if MC dated Seraphiel or Uriel as well.

Belphie - Glossing over lesson 16 implications, I think his feelings would be similar with Beel's. He's not sure why Karasu doesn't like him but he finds it amusing and would definitely try to stir up trouble just for a bit of fun.

Diavolo - Karasu doesn't worry him, but the other demons give him some pause. When it comes to the angels, he's torn between disappointment that MC didn't find a partner in the Devildom (aka him) and the opportunity for MC to help strengthen the bond between the two realms.

Barbatos - He's wary of Belial and Zee the most. He'd approve of Gabriel or Meta since they're some of the only angels he knows with any familiarity, but of course, he knows that Diavolo would make a better partner for MC than any angel.

Solomon - Oh boy. He has opinions about nearly all the demons, but especially the ones he has pacts with (Belial) or that he has shaky history with (Tenebris and Azra). He's a bit jealous if MC and Meta end up together, but it's hard to say who exactly he's jealous of - probably both of them. Gabriel doesn't find Solomon's antics amusing which has caused some "differences of opinion" in the past, so there might be tension there too.

Simeon - Jealous of anyone MC chooses to date that's not him, honestly. It might bother him more if MC chose to date one of the angels. Seeing them together in his home realm packs a punch that hits differently, and not in a good way.

Mephisto - I don't think he would complain very much about MC being with one of the demons. He's on good terms with Azra (and by extension, Zee) but he and Belial are more like fair-weather friends. MC dating an angel might mean they visit the Devildom less and he knows that would upset Lord Diavolo and his little brother quite a bit (aka that's unacceptable and should be discouraged).

Raphael - I don't think he would outwardly complain very much (he only wants MC to be happy, even if it's not with him). However, there is obvious tension between him and Azra, Zee and Meta to a lesser extent but he wouldn't instigate any conflicts that come from that - the hostility would have to come from them first. He'd be very happy for Seraphiel or Uriel if they ended up with MC.

Thirteen - Doesn't matter who it is, she's building new traps for all of them.

[aslannadir]

[ oktay çubuk, cismale, he/him ] - was that ASLAN NADIR i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-EIGHT year old who has been in nightrest for HIS WHOLE LIFE and works as a DJ AT MEDUSA has a reputation of being EASY GOING, but also NONCHALANT. they reside in LOW POINT & people in town usually associate them with THE SOUND OF LOUD MUSIC BLASTING, AN ASSORTMENT OF EXPENSIVE LIQUOR, & A LOPSIDED GRIN PLASTERED ON HIS LIPS. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next. [ jia, 28, she/her, gmt+3, n/a ]

STATISTICS.

NAME: Aslan Kerem Nadir

AGE: 28 years old

BIRTHDAY: November 11, 1994

ZODIAC CHART: Scorpio sun, capricorn moon, scorpio rising

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cismale, he/him

FACE CLAIM: Oktay Çubuk

OCCUPATION: DJ at Medusa

PLACE OF BIRTH: Nightrest, Salem, Massachusetts

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Low Point

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

HEIGHT: 5′11″ (180 cm)

BACKGROUND.

Aslan was born and raised in Nightrest, and has known a life of luxury and privilege since he was a little kid, with everything handed to him and his younger sister, Azra on a silver platter. Aslan doesn’t remember a time where his family didn’t shower him and his sister with attention growing up.

A virtuoso from a very young age, his parents had supported this hobby, even though it came at the expense of his grades. He didn’t particularly care about school apart from being the center of attention, attending every single party there is and having a big group of friends. It came easy with his charismatic and playful personality. He skated by at school, doing just the bare minimum to pass his classes and eventually graduate. He didn’t feel the need to abide by rules when his parents didn’t even enforce them.

They were fine with how wild their eldest was, especially because he at least graduated school, even though he refused to go to college. However, eventually, it became too much and they threatened to cut him off and cut his access to his trust fund. Which, fair, he supposes. He’s always splurged. It didn’t help that his sister did the same. Their condition was simple—get a job. They wanted their son to be responsible for once. So, he got a job as a DJ at Medusa. It didn’t feel like a job when it’s at a nightclub and he still gets to be somewhere with loud music, good vibes, and booze. It felt like a two birds one stone situation, if you asked him.

Much to his parents’ dismay, that didn’t make him any more responsible. He still splurged, still partied too much, slept around. But hey, he has his own place and his own job, he’s independent as far as he’s concerned!

PERSONALITY.

Aslan’s a spoiled brat. He’ll bullshit his way to get what he wants and expects things to come to him without putting in any real effort. He’s good with words, a charismatic flirt through and through, who will joke, tease, and banter. There’s very little he cares about, i.e., his sister, his cat, money, music, partying, fucking around, and his close friends. He can play the drums, guitar (both electric and acoustic), and piano. He’s composed music, too, but it’s not something he shares with people. He’s very nonchalant and dismissive, and doesn’t take things seriously, simply because there’s nothing that’s really worth it. He’s pretty cocky and selfish, and will very rarely put others’ needs above his own. He likes to fool around and hook up. He’s not against dating, but his relationships don’t last long because he gets bored too quickly. His longest relationship is probably four or five months.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Ride-or-die

Exes

Close friends

Party friends

Drinking buddies

Smoking buddies

Hookups/flings/FWB

Neighbors and coworkers

Good influence on him

He’s a bad influence on them

Family friends

Someone he annoys for fun

Ex friends

Enemies

Unexpected friends

Someone he can share his passion for music with

Honestly anything, I want it all <3

[spinstrackingsystem]

AZRA Inspires Listeners To Go “ALL OUT” On New Unapologetic Self-Love Anthem

Los Angeles based artist AZRA is slated to release her new single “ALL OUT” on March 3rd, 2023. The substance pop singer progresses from her recent punk rock version of Alicia Keys’ “Girl on Fire” and plunges into an era of limitless, authentic self-love. Having garnered the attention of esteemed media like PopWrapped, LA Weekly, Hollywood Life, and The Hype Magazine, the powerhouse songstress seeks to continue invigorating and empowering each of her Azradeities with this single, along with anyone who has ever felt like an outcast or misfit while trying to find their place in the world. “ALL OUT” is a one way ticket to AZRA’s safe-haven – the 6th Dimension – where any and everyone has the freedom to fearlessly and proudly embrace their truth. In moments of insecurity and self-doubt, “ALL OUT” is the song to blast at full volume to gain self assurance and the courage to confront anything in life holding you down. AZRA gives listeners permission with this track to liberate themselves and break the silence they’ve had between themselves and the world. This electrifying single embodies influence from pop icons like Kelly Clarkson, Pink, and Lady Gaga, who are known for powerhouse vocals imbued with passion, meaning, and charisma. “ALL OUT” is the first single introducing AZRA’s upcoming summer EP, setting the tone for this new era to be strong and stormy. Read the full article

[newmusicradionetwork]

AZRA Inspires Listeners To Go “ALL OUT” On New Unapologetic Self-Love Anthem

Los Angeles based artist AZRA is slated to release her new single “ALL OUT” on March 3rd, 2023. The substance pop singer progresses from her recent punk rock version of Alicia Keys’ “Girl on Fire” and plunges into an era of limitless, authentic self-love. Having garnered the attention of esteemed media like PopWrapped, LA Weekly, Hollywood Life, and The Hype Magazine, the powerhouse songstress seeks to continue invigorating and empowering each of her Azradeities with this single, along with anyone who has ever felt like an outcast or misfit while trying to find their place in the world. “ALL OUT” is a one way ticket to AZRA’s safe-haven – the 6th Dimension – where any and everyone has the freedom to fearlessly and proudly embrace their truth. In moments of insecurity and self-doubt, “ALL OUT” is the song to blast at full volume to gain self assurance and the courage to confront anything in life holding you down. AZRA gives listeners permission with this track to liberate themselves and break the silence they’ve had between themselves and the world. This electrifying single embodies influence from pop icons like Kelly Clarkson, Pink, and Lady Gaga, who are known for powerhouse vocals imbued with passion, meaning, and charisma. “ALL OUT” is the first single introducing AZRA’s upcoming summer EP, setting the tone for this new era to be strong and stormy. Written in Joshua Tree, “ALL OUT” resides within her self-proclaimed sound, Substance Pop, that embodies elements of pop, rock, soul, punk, dance, and shines with purpose above all else. This substance pop track at its core is cathartic, energetic, unhinged, and implores listeners to look inside themselves and embrace what they find. Listening to “ALL OUT” feels like the wind in your face, things flying in slow motion, lighting the world on fire (symbolizing LIFE), and painting the whole town in color. This song is for the misfits, the rebels, and anyone that feels cast aside without a sense of belonging. “ALL OUT” exists at the boiling point between self-doubt and finally embracing the parts of ourselves that we’ve been unfairly taught to be ashamed of. AZRA has gone through her whole life with an electric enthusiasm and intensity that hasn’t always been positively received or accepted; the single serves as a dialogue between AZRA and her younger self that reassures the value she has through all her recklessness. She’s processed these experiences and come to the conclusion that living with your heart on your sleeve will always be better than diluting yourself to meet society’s expectations of how we “should” be. More about AZRA: Pop-rock goddess AZRA is a South Korean-born, Bay area-raised, now multidisciplinary Los Angeles based independent artist making waves with more than just her music. As an accomplished author (The Cupcake Theory), motivational speaker, dancer, model, and musician, AZRA has effectively established herself as a formidable force in the entertainment industry with a promise that any artistic expression she shares with the world will have substance, depth, and purpose behind them to uplift others along their life’s journey. She shares her story through her signature Substance Pop sound – an entirely new genre of music that channels cathartic power pop, rock, dance, and metal influences with heavy 808 beats to electrify your entire body. Keeping in line with the status quo has never been something of priority to the powerhouse songstress. Invigorated by an unshakeable boldness, empowering angst, and life-long affinity for performance, AZRA has learned the importance of never backing down regardless of what society deems acceptable. Channeling this philosophy into creating the 6th Dimension, a whole new world where you can live life to the fullest and be whoever you’ve always wanted to be, AZRA approaches every live performance with the goal of transporting her audience into the 6th Dimension along with her. Breaking through barriers of complacency and uniformity has allowed this powerhouse to embrace her crown, unapologetically, and inspire her fans to do the same. She immigrated to San Jose, CA with her family at 9 years old, and did whatever it took to overcome the hardships that came with having to rediscover oneself after a life-altering change. AZRA now seeks to empower others to fearlessly follow their dreams in spite of their hardships. Connect with AZRA Read the full article

[newmusicweekly]

AZRA Inspires Listeners To Go “ALL OUT” On New Unapologetic Self-Love Anthem

Los Angeles based artist AZRA is slated to release her new single “ALL OUT” on March 3rd, 2023. The substance pop singer progresses from her recent punk rock version of Alicia Keys’ “Girl on Fire'' and plunges into an era of limitless, authentic self-love. Having garnered the attention of esteemed media like PopWrapped, LA Weekly, Hollywood Life, and The Hype Magazine, the powerhouse songstress seeks to continue invigorating and empowering each of her Azradeities with this single, along with anyone who has ever felt like an outcast or misfit while trying to find their place in the world. “ALL OUT” is a one way ticket to AZRA’s safe-haven - the 6th Dimension - where any and everyone has the freedom to fearlessly and proudly embrace their truth. In moments of insecurity and self-doubt, “ALL OUT” is the song to blast at full volume to gain self assurance and the courage to confront anything in life holding you down. AZRA gives listeners permission with this track to liberate themselves and break the silence they’ve had between themselves and the world. This electrifying single embodies influence from pop icons like Kelly Clarkson, Pink, and Lady Gaga, who are known for powerhouse vocals imbued with passion, meaning, and charisma. “ALL OUT” is the first single introducing AZRA’s upcoming summer EP, setting the tone for this new era to be strong and stormy. Read the full article

[azranadir]

"Yeah, but what about when she wakes up? Dee can't handle being the messy girl, she's gonna get fucking blasted, wake up, and never leave her germ-infested home because everyone saw her wild out," Azra points out. The Kaplans were so predictable, maybe because they were the closest thing she had to sisters. Fey was psychotic, Azra thought lovingly. Belkis was sweet. and Dee was plastic, also thought lovingly. She just didn't want the woman she viewed as an older sister to have her own Barbie movie moment with no magical land to fall back on. "I mean... she's just been kind of weird, right? I remember at the party, she looked insane asking me if she could make a jump out of a second-story window." Like that was normal in the slightest. "You're too nice, Eden, but fine, having watch out will be good. I don't want Fey actually doing jail time after her previous run-in." Cameron got whatever he deserved, and Azra wasn't planning on holding back from dishing it out. "Of course, I would have. He deserves to be more than just inconvenienced. I know the guy, Cameron is a fucking prick and a little inconvenience will just be a major one for Dee and the kids. Why the fuck should he be allowed to stick around and be a raging douchebag after what he's done?"

She takes a moment to answer - mostly because she doesn't know, chewing on her lip before answering. "I mean - probably?" Eden settles on, then shrugs. "But I mean... she's having fun right now - and that matters. Her entire life until now's surrounded him, and their children... as long as she doesn't end up hospitalized, or hospitalizing someone else - I think she's allowed to go a little nuts. Like, as a treat." She reaches forward with a shot of her own - pouring a bit into Azra's so that she's not being skimped out on, "I'm concerned, but when she's over...this, and just needs to lay her head down on someone's shoulders, there'll be so many people ready to be there for her." Eden pauses again - thinking about the offer, before shaking her head. "No... but I'll stay in the car and make sure he's not coming." Her lips curl into a small smile; usually she couldn't condone such acts, finding it never worth it in the end - but it felt different this time 'round. She knows that he deserves it. "What - like you want her to have taken him out?" Eden shakes her head again, "I wouldn't wish that upon him - I just want him to be inconvenienced for the rest of his life. I want his pillows to be warm on both sides, and for him to feel like there's a constant pebble in his shoes. I want him to have male pattern baldness, like - so so bad."

[cecilyaxo]

(     INSTAGRAM FEATURING     ⤻    cecilyas two engagements   )

2017: cecilya is briefly engaged to july athanas, the little brother of her close friend. they plan to have a marriage of convenience to both unite and piss off their families. before they begin planning the wedding, july disappears. later through a video blast he sends to his family and friends, it is established that he has ran away to live in florida with his fathers money. july never returns to london but he does leave the engagement ring in storage for her to retrieve. 

2018: cecilya is briefly engaged to max, a young man that previously lived in their house after being taken in by her father to do some odd jobs. max is in love with cecilya but she is not in love with him. she tells him she will marry him just so she can have the perfect wedding and for a while, that is enough. the family have mixed feelings, max is not in their inner circle. on the day of the wedding, max tells cecilya’s brother demir that he cannot go through with the wedding. demir gives him money and helps him pack his bags, putting him in a private taxi. in front of the entire world, cecilya is left at the alter, her brother coming to break the news and demand everything is shut down. later on, cecilya, demir and azra sit in the empty reception room and for the first time in ten years, they laugh together. they pop open the wedding champagne and when they toast, “to another arslan wedding from hell,” they add on the end, “and to max.” three weeks later a package arrives at the door with a stamp from paris, inside is max’s wedding suit and a cheque addressed to demir. a paper note reads ; “ sometimes an apology never comes when it is needed and when it arrives, it’s never wanted. loving you has been fantastic, absurd and absolutely lonely. i always came back for you but i finally left for me. ”

[arvadthecursed]

CHIARA, THE STORMSINGER

Name: Chiara Acardi

Age: 20

Race: Azra

Homeplane: Fiora

First Planeswalk: Ravnica

Alignment: Izzet

Skills: Electromancy, illusions

Amerius watched as Chiara blasted through another Golgari zombie, her teeth bared in fury. Despite the raw power she was displaying, he couldn’t help but think that she was still holding back.

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It’s her!! My babygirl!! And my first planeswalker card!

big shout out to @kytheons for helping me design her!! i couldn’t have done it without you!!

[wyrevar]

Tales of Wyrevar: Session 22

Watch the VOD here! << Session 21 | Archive | Session 23 >>

The caravan continues towards Titania, the young kobolds flitting between carts. They travel through quiet farmland and then into the woods. After a rather uneventful journey, the group stops when three figures with torches are spotted ahead at a bend in the road. Grim and Agatha, one of the proprietors of the caravan, head out to talk with them.

They find that the three are guards from a nearby town called Corfe, and warn the group that there are werewolves down the path ahead. They caution about heading that direction towards Titania, but taking the long way around will make them too late. With this in mind, the group reasons that they had prepared to fight werebeasts anyway, and so they decide to camp for the night and head through that territory in the morning with Zal’Avhra’s familiar Kss’kss providing aerial escort.

They circle up the caravan carts and split up shifts, with Grim and Tootsie on first shift. They chat for a while until Tootsie insults Grim by insinuating that Grim slept with their shaman for tickets to the ball. She apologizes (sort of), then explains to Grim that what they have is very different, that only the most important people get to go under the ocean.

The next watch is Azra and Rubbish. Rubbish catches two kobolds going into the wagons and follows them, catching them going into the ice box. She offers them some rations magicked to taste like chocolate instead. At this time, Azra falls asleep due to a spell. When Rubbish sees, she goes to wake her up, and then notices the guards on the road are missing. She is then shot with an arrow. She screams, waking the camp, and combat begins.

The caravan is being attacked by weretigers. As the fight progresses, Azra and Priest face a single weretiger outside the caravan circle, Azra completely invisible due to the darkness. Grim protects the group of kobolds and Arthur and Agatha, though two are missing. Rubbish, protected by Correll’s barkskin, checks for the two missing ones in the cart she came from, and finds the two kobolds held hostage by a weretiger. She attempts to ask the tiger what they wany. Before the weretiger can answer, Zee arrives disguised as a weretiger himself, and the tiger insists that Zee capture Rubbish instead. Zee’s familiar also catches sight of an odd figure in the trees that has not engaged.

Correll intervenes and casts Entangle on the cart, which catches Rubbish in it and hinders, but doesn’t grapple, the weretiger. Rubbish panics and tries to frighten the weretiger with Dissonant Whispers, but it fails, causing a bit of pain but otherwise inspiring the tiger to stab the kobold named Awful and leave the cart with the other. Correll dismisses the Entangle and tries to heal the kobold, with no reaction.

Azra tells Priest to let her finish up with the weretiger outside the cart, causing Priest to head to the cart with Zee, Rubbish and Correll. Mistaking Zal’Avhra for an attacking Weretiger, he attacks the wizard with an eldritch blast and pushes him back. Grim goes to engage the tiger with the hostage, despite there being a possible unseen attacker, and manages to grapple and pummel him into dropping the other kobold. Azra and Tootsie finish off the initial weretiger together.

Rubbish sees that Awful is not breathing, and decides to chew up her pin of the Bramble and try to feed it to the kobold, hoping it will bring him back. She gets a jolt of anxious power, but otherwise nothing happens. She heals Zee and then hovers anxiously over the kobold.

Zee uses Witchbolt to attack the remaining weretiger. While he’s being grappled by the monk, the weretiger bites Grim, causing a sick sensation to slide over them. Correll helps attack the weretiger as well, and Azra tries to rejoin the group. Priest summons his god to aide the kobold, appearing as a deer. Awful coughs and revives. Grim pummels the remaining weretiger until he is limp.

With the combatants out of commission for the moment, everyone moves their attention to the mysterious creature in the tree. The creature is about the size of a horse, with fur, feather and antlers. Having no knowledge of the creature’s intent, the group prepares to engage with it.

Interested in further adventures? We’ll be broadcasting the next Tales of Wyrevar session on Sunday, February 9th at 6pm Pacific/8pm Central on Twitch! Follow for notifications of when we go live.

[joshlistens]

I wrote fiction for the first time in forever.

This one’s for you, @bace-jeleren.

Characters featured include Bace’s fanwalkers Megumi and Grii, as well as the debut of my fanwalker, Gozha. Megumi and Grii appear with permission. Thanks to Bace for being an inspiring figure in the M:tG Tumblr community.

TW: physical violence (not on Megumi). Grii gets a little bit of her Grii on when she meets Gozha.

Duets

Gozha smiled in a way that he hoped was reassuring. “Look, I know my request seems ridiculous—”

“It is dramatically unsafe, sir—”

“—and it may seem like a rather prosaic, proletarian, possibly even precocious use of your pyromantic prowess—”

“We don’t want to choose how people worship, sir, but this is just—”

“—but I came all this way—”

“The distance you’ve travelled is immaterial, sir—”

“—and I would really quite like to eat these deliciously spicy peppers while they are infused with elemental flame.”

The Regathan monk stared at him.

“And stuffed with this cheese I acquired from a terrific little town near Jhessia.”

The monk still stared.

“Pyromantic peppers. It’s the obvious next step in hot food. You could make it a business." 

Silence.

"I’m prepared to make a very large donation to your temple if you allow this hagiography to heat.”

The monk thought for a moment, then stepped back. "Please, come in. I suppose if nothing else, the Abbess may be entertained by your request.”

“Thank you so much!” Gozha beamed, and proceeded into the hall. Good. There was always a chance the holy types would see his horns, red eyes, lavender skin, and generally demonic countenance and take it as an opportunity for some smiting. He hated that. He’d spent more than thirty years as a fencer and duelist in Valor’s Reach before becoming a commentator and journalist on the sport, while his clerical opponents had usually spent about two or three years across the piste from a training dummy. It’s never fun when the “demon” wins. 

“Sir, are you alright? You keep scratching at those scars.”

“No, I’m fine. You’ve got quite the calm countenance, though. I usually unnerve people.”

"We are… used to strangers here at Keral Keep. In fact, there is another visitor who you might be able to help us with. You are azra, yes? From a place called Kylem?”

Gozha’s eyebrows shot up.

“Did it hurt when you lost most of that one horn? I’ve never known someone with horns, or who’d lost one, to ask.”

He paused. “If my mouth still moves after I pop those pyro-peppers, I’ll tell you the tale." 

"Fair enough.” The monk folded his hands within his robes. “I ask because our visitor comes from Kylem, and you might be able to assist her. She is quite young, and in distress.”

“… Are you alright? I look like several people fought me for their souls and won. I’m not the type to have cherished children in my charge.”

"Well, if I may—you have traveled across many different realms solely for the experience of putting peppers infused with literal, actual fire in your mouth. You have more dueling scars than I have summers, you have more gray hair than I have hair, you are clearly far too busy to shave, and if the way you move is any indication you are either a swordsman or a dancer of some skill.”

“What if I’m both?” Gozha grinned.

“Then I will begin developing my powers of prophecy as well as pyromancy. Regardless. You remind me of the Abbess in many ways. You’ve got a reassuring way about you, despite,” he waved at Gozha, “all this." 

Before he could ask what that meant, the monk continued. "Anyway, our charge is here in the mess hall, and hopefully calm. I’ll leave you to her and go ask after the Abbess.”

“What’s your name, by the by? I’m Gozha.”

The monk smiled beatifically. “I’ve learned not to give my name to your type. Your enemies tend to follow you, and I don’t need more ruckus.” He moved off down the hall.

The duelist watched the monk proceed through shaft after shaft of light from the windows, finally at a loss. 

“Excuse me mister, are you from Ky—GOZHA!”

A tiny soratami cannonball launched itself into his legs. Gozha was nearly bowled over by the impact.

“Hey… you!” he grinned, as he desperately tried to recognize the child he found himself hugging. “It’s great to greet you! How’ve you been?”

He had misjudged—she wasn’t happy, she was sniffling and crying. That wasn’t a happiness cannonball, that was a comfort-me cannonball. “I can’t go home,” she said. “Can you help me get home?”

“Maybe!” No duets, now. This was serious. He kneeled, brushing her tears away. Black eyes. Where had he seen a soratami child with black eyes before? “Where’s home?”

“You were there! You were there for two whole days one time with Daddy and three other people! You never left the bedroom, though. And there were lots of bottles. And noises. I heard—”

“You heard us having fun, yes, the way consenting adults do,” he hastily interrupted her. “And there were many bottles. I remember now, Megumi. I didn’t know you could planeswalk!" 

She nodded. "Mommy and Daddy took me on lots of trips. But then the one-eyed lady came and almost killed me with her sword… a-and I had to get out.” She twisted the bottom hem of her shirt between her hands. It was stained with tears. “I can’t go home, though. I need to go home. Can you help me?" 

"Well, maybe. I’ll try. Come over here.” He took her hand and led her to one of the mess hall benches. A half-eaten meal sat on a plate nearby.

“Listen carefully, Megumi. When you planeswalk, you have to sort of… aim yourself for where you’re going. It’s not an exact science. Can you do that? Can you aim yourself at home?”

She shook her head. “I’m trying! But every time I try it doesn’t work. And I don’t wanna try again because it’s safe here.” Those big black eyes squinted at him. “You need to shave.”

“… Yeah, you’re Wren’s kid alright.” He rested his chin in his palm and looked at her. “Which means you’re Kuro’s kid. Which means you’ve probably got a plan all worked out, am I right?” He winked.

She nodded happily. “Yup! I’m going to wait here. It’s safe here. And they know what planeswalking is, which means other planeswalkers might come here and help me go home. Like you!" 

"Like me, yes.” He smiled. An awful feeling was brewing in the pit of his stomach. “You’re sure you can’t, kind of… ” He made several small, useless gestures. “… aim yourself? If you think really hard about home, does that work?”

“No.” She scrunched her face up like she was concentrating. “No. She might still be there with her sword. It's too much. I'm too scared.” She looked up at him. “Can you hold my hand?" 

He swallowed hard. "No, Megumi, I’m sorry, I can’t. It doesn’t work that way for me." 

She started crying, as he knew she would. Poor thing. 

"Hey, hey now,” he said, out of his element. “It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. Here,” he pulled the plate of half-eaten food over, “have some dinner. Food always makes me feel better.” He tried to smile. 

She pushed it away. “I tried that. I don’t like it.” She sniffed. “It’s too spicy." 

He pushed his sudden spark of joy aside. "What does make you feel better?" 

"I like when you do duets,” she murmured, looking up at him. “They’re so clever.”

“Well, what a wonderful wish we have here!” he grinned, his mind racing. “Whereupon a wee wayward wanderer waits and wants for what? A wild wyrd of weird words and wanton whimsy! What fun!”

Megumi giggled. “So many! Aren’t there just supposed to be two at a time?”

He winked again. “Can a blarney bairn blame me for boosting her beautiful bunny-ears with the best benificence my booming baritone can blast?”

She giggled again. “No, she can’t!” Despite himself, he began to understand Wren’s choices a little more.

“I can!”

Gozha spun, which put his jaw in perfect position for the incoming punch. He saw stars and darkness. He heard Megumi scream, but it was cut short by a rush of warm air. 

Someone grabbed his collar, pulled him off the bench, and threw him up against a stone wall. He could feel a foreign fear start to steal through his chest. Terror magic.

“You know, there’s one thing I never understood about you, Gozha,” a snarling female voice said. “Why do you always alliterate?”

“Like that?”

“Shut up.” A single, huge hand gripped his lapels and lifted him several feet in the air. The fear magic was making his vision tunnel – all he could see was one enormous, furious eye and some cheekbones. “Why do you do those irritating ‘duets’? Call and response. Everything’s an alliteration. Like you don’t have anything interesting to say.”

He tried to muscle down on the cold fingers of terror magic working their way through his heart, but they gripped harder, paralyzing him. “Maybe I just don’t want to tell you all the tantalizing tidbits. ,” he said, desperate. “Maybe I save all my curious curios and glorious gossip for when you’re gone." 

"Filthy azra,” she growled, letting go. He collapsed to the ground. He barely felt her enormous boot as it crunched into his ribcage. "Where did she go?”

“The wee wanderer? Whither and whence.” He forced out a tremulous laugh and spat blood. “If you try, I’m sure you’ll trip over her. But I’d rather hinder than help, frankly.”

“I know,” the huge, muscular woman said, crouching down. “You’re Gozha. Washed-up old fencer. A coward. Eking out money writing about the games at Valor’s Reach. Probably living on a pittance in some tenement somewhere. So much for the old glory, huh?” Her voice took on a taunting, terrifying, childish lilt. “Aren’t all planeswalkers supposed to be great wizards? Where’s your magic, huh? What’s your special talent?”

“Swordsmanship and shit-disturbing.” He smiled through the blood starting to cloud his vision and the icy hand on his heart. He could barely see. “You’re wasting time. The wee wanderer’s ‘walked three or four more times by now. Better go catch her. And pray her parents and I don’t fetch you first.”

“Excuse me, did you require the services of Keral Keep in some fashion, or did you wish to continue abusing our guest here?”

The huge woman snarled and stood. “I will kill you!” she growled. “I will kill you in a way that makes your brothers weep to hear your name." Seeing that she was three full heads taller than the monk, she advanced on him. Her smile was a terrifying thing. "What is your—”

She was interrupted by a slim lance of flame that pushed itself through her sternum in the blink of an eye. Gozha hadn’t even seen the monk make a gesture with his hands. The cyclops woman screamed and vanished, with other, fainter screams chasing after her. The icy hand around his heart let go. The lance of flame became smoke. In its place, the air seemed to grow colder, almost biting. 

“I don’t give you people my name,” said the monk. He looked at Gozha. “Are you alright?”

Gozha grunted.“Yes.” He stood. “I spoke with your… guest, before we were interrupted. She left, but she’ll be okay, hopefully soon.”

The monk helped Gozha over to a bench. “That is good to hear." 

"That’s a good trick, with the flame, there. Very quick. I’m impressed.”

“It has proven useful,” said the monk. “It’s easy to get rid of your kind. The first lick of flame, the first hint of true danger, and you vanish, off to somewhere safe.” He eyed Gozha. “But you stayed. Why did you stay?”

"Had to give the little one time,” said Gozha carefully. Cracked ribs ground against his lungs. “I’d never met the big one before, but I know her type. She likes pain and she’s easy to provoke. Keep her talking, give her something to punch or kick, and she’ll take all the time in the world to do it.”

The monk regarded him for a long moment. “I see I was right to compare you to the Abbess.” He stood up. “I’ll make sure a room is prepared for you and a healer ready. The Abbess isn’t here today, but she’ll likely return soon. And by then, we’ll have mastered the proper techniques for imbuing your peppers with Regathan flame.”

Gozha grinned around the blood. “So you won’t refuse my request.”

“It is a ridiculous request.”

“And 'dramatically unsafe’, if I recall.”

“Which means the Abbess should enjoy it a great deal,” said the monk. “Goodnight, Gozha. Meditations begin at six bells tomorrow. I will see you then.”

“Goodnight… ” said Gozha, trailing off. He still didn’t know the monk’s name. Nor, for that matter, where Megumi went.

But he did a good thing today, and he was going to taste those delicious peppers soon. And that would have to be enough for now.

[another-lost-mc]

IS IT A AZRA AND META BREAKUP FIC???

The OC x OC wip? Sort of — it's Azra x Meta's story in the AU where Meta falls. It follows their relationship progression beginning with their first meeting and how their relationship changes (for better or worse) once they end up in the Devildom.

It involves a lot of worldbuilding for life in the Celestial Realm and the Devildom. Zee and Solomon are important characters in this story, but there are some new angel and demon OCs to help flesh things out. Nearly the entire canon cast is included as well.

It's a very ambitious project but I'm having a blast working on it.

[h50europe]

Hawaii Five-0 9.25  and a shocking season finale

Category: Gen

Sometimes you have ideas and you just can’t get rid of them….

Azra dropped her phone in shock. She’d just received the news that her husband Hassan had been killed in prison by a fellow inmate. That was at least the story that the police wanted her to believe. Her whole world shattered into pieces in the blink of an eye. She was glad that her son was with her sister Sabara. Nothing was there that held her back from falling to her knees and cry out loud in unspeakable pain. She couldn’t remember how much time she’d spent on her knees on the floor with her arms wrapped around her upper body. After a while, all the yelling and crying subsided into a sobbing hack until numbness was taking over and she was staring with empty eyes into one corner of the room. Again and again, shivers racked her frail body. How could they do that to him? How was something like that even possible? Azra started slowly rocking back and forth. From the back of her mind, dark, gloomy thoughts crept into her conscience. Slowly but surely, one single thought was dominating her whole existence. She knew exactly who was responsible for the death of her beloved husband. And these people would have to pay for it. But first Azra had to make sure that her sister was taking care of Khalid. Her innocent little son shouldn’t be involved in all this. Sabara’s husband was a wealthy man. Kahlid would grow up as a happy kid.

A few days later

Steve, Danny, Tani, Junior, Lou, Adam and Jerry sat in a new diner near Kalakaua Avenue and celebrated the closure of their latest case. It’s been a tough one. It involved a kidnapping and child pornography. The task-force had been able to locate the head of a pedophile and drug smuggling ring.

Danny didn’t know where it came from when he said, “Do you guys also have this eerie feeling that if you are too happy about something that there might be some sort of backlash?”

Tani was already a few Tequilas ahead of Danny as she ogled him like a ravenous harpy must have ogled men, marked by fate.

“Do me a favor, Danny,” she slurred, “stop playing Mr. Cranky Pants tonight. Overthinking isn’t what we are here for. We’ve kicked this bastard’s ass into oblivion. Get yourself another drink and start farting rainbows.” She giggled about her own joke. Junior immediately excused himself for her behavior, “Sir, I’m sorry. She’s been through some rough…”

Danny raised his hand, “Don’t worry. I’m not mad at her. And maybe she is right.”

“Beg my pardon,” Steve chimed in, “did you just say ‘maybe she is right?’ Where the hell is Danny Williams, and what have you done to him?” They broke out in laughter.

None of them saw the woman in a black hoodie who’d just entered the diner. Nothing concerning her appearance stood out. Later eyewitnesses couldn’t say anything awkward about her behavior. She was just an average woman wearing average clothes. It would’ve been too easy if the meanies had a stamp on their forehead that would’ve identified them as THE villain.

The woman watched the whole team from the corner of her eye for some time. She rehearsed her next steps in her mind to make sure to exclude any mistakes.

And while the laughter at the table grew louder, She became jealous, felt humiliated, and emotionally at the end of her tether. How could these people go on with their lives so easily? None of them seemed guilt-ridden in any way. Of course, they’d long forgotten anything about Omar Hassan and his family.

Azra had enough. She glided down from the barstool and went over to the table where the task force sat. She’d hidden the detonator of the bomb vest she wore in her right hand. She’d almost reached the table when a big guy stood in her way and didn’t move. When she looked up, there was a faint glimmer of recognition in her eyes. The man in front of her bore some resemblance with someone she’d met long ago.

The man shook his head, “I don’t think this is a good idea, Azra. Stop it here and now.” He spoke in a calm, low voice with a threatening undertone.

She just gave him a bitter smile in return before she said, “Tarek, you might be my brother in law, but you’ve no right to tell me what to do. You weren’t there when they took Omar away from, and you haven’t been there when Omar was killed in prison. You weren’t even at his funeral. Now you show up here and think I would give a fuck about you?”

Tarek made another attempt, “Azra, leave it be. We are already gaining attention. And I am sure you don’t want that. Let’s get out of here and talk.”

She shook her head, and her eyes went blank. Before any of the guests knew what was going on, she pushed the button of the detonator. None of them heard the blast that took out the double doors and half the room beyond her and showered the people with rubble and shattered glass. The exploding bomb vest had spread lethally detonated shrapnel everywhere, like omnidirectional shotgun fire comparable to the blasting of a mine.

Later survivors would describe the blast as a yellow flash followed by silver traveling through the air, which was glass. Chaos reigned. Bodies, as well as body parts, lots of blood mingled with debris littered the floor. Some people were screaming at the top of their lungs, others sat there, trying to understand what just happened.

The table where the team sat was turned over. Tani forced her eyes open. A cloud of dust billowed above her. Desperately she made a quick self-check. Junior who had been sitting next to her was also stirring. Later, he remembered tasting dust and blood in his mouth and that he didn’t feel his left leg.

He startled when a hand was grabbing his. It was Tani. Somehow she’d managed to get on all fours. Her face was partly covered in blood and dust caked. Tears streamed down her cheeks when she found out that Junior was still alive. She pushed his hand to reassure him she was okay.

Sirens were wailing from afar when she took a look around and found the rest of the team motionless on the ground. She could only guess who was who as the men’s bodies were buried under debris and settling dust. As she tried to move, she felt a sharp sting in her side. She looked down and discovered a chunk of wood embedded in her flesh. It was the last thing she remembered before the world around her went dark.

[katies22nd]

Ariana

"Dear Katie ! Happy birthday sunshine ! You're one of the loveliest people I've come across on Tumblr and you're such a nice being ! You're kind and So nice ?!? I love your blog and stan ur relationship with Azra ! You two are so cute omg ! I hope this year of your life becomes the best one so far and that you're surrounded by kindness and positive vibes ! Also, I hope you're always reminded of the fact that you're loved & appreciated by so many people.. I hope you know that you're a very precious being. Ily and have a blast 💓

[mygiantesslove]

Mother & Son: Underfoot by Azra

Chapter 6

It was early morning. So early that the moon hung high in a dull, cloudy sky obfuscated with a warm haze, and dawn was a distant memory. Phil was in bed. He had a high temperature and had been running a fever for most of the day.

He stirred. A heavy, pressing weight had appeared on his chest. Rolling his head and slowly creaking his eyes open, he stared ahead before croaking out. "You-you're ..." He was cut off as the enormous buttock pushed back against his pursed lips and wiggled against his face for effect. A voice sighed happily, from just above and behind the enormous, voluptuous ass that had appeared in front of him, making a smooching sound as the ass pulled back from his face. The small, dim moonlight that filtered in through the crack in his blinds illustrated the impressive form of an enormous, voluptuous rear-end floating scant inches in front of his face. It was truly massive - each cheek larger than his head whole and full with plumpness. The smallest movement made it jiggle enticingly like shaken jello.

"Want me to blow you a kiss sweetie?" It said.

The voice was deep and careful, calm and friendly. Phil felt at ease. A pair of hands appeared from around the rim of those massive hips, bracelets adorning one hand and a ring the other, both sets of fingernails were perfectly manicured and painted deep, powerful red. They gently pressed against those glorious cheeks and pulled them apart, revealing within the deep crack of the huge bum a tiny, brown pucker. Rolls seemed to join the heavenly bum to a broad, dimpled back. Phil enjoyed the sight; his dream girl had a few extra pounds. The bum leaned forward as the pucker swelled. Phil gasped in a daze and lay rapt as her beautiful butt expelled gas all over his face.

He breathed deep of the foul, earthy scent. When he smiled, soft laughter seemed to come from all around.

"This ... is a dream ..."

"Yes, sweetie." The voice giggled.

"Your favorite dream, ever!" A second, higher-pitched voice joined in from somewhere just to his right and over the darkness beside the enormous, hovering bottom. "One you've been wanting for a long time!" The first voice joined it in giggling before shushing it.

"Cool ... what ... what are you?" he asked.

"What do you think I am?" the deeper voice purred. It seemed playful but more patient than the second voice.

"He thinks you're a hot piece of ass! Right, Phil? It's not often you get to meet your true love in your dreams!" The other voice sounded younger and more impatient. Phil liked them both, but couldn't think why. His fever was running very high, and he could feel that he was soaked in sweat.

"No," he said.

There was a pause.

"No, you're ... you're my perfect butt. My dream ass." The voices gasped and tried to stop themselves but soon the sound of stifled giggling broke through the air. Phil smiled nervously and looked at each full, round buttock. "I've dreamed of meeting an ass like you! We'd just - we'd be perfect for each other!"

"Aww!" The deeper voice purred, as a large, voluptuous foot reached out and gently stroked his cheeks. The skin was soft and smelly and instantly roused him. Phil made a small sound as a toe pressed against his lips before withdrawing again.

"Shall I tell you a secret, sweetie?"

"Uh, yes please!"

"Secretly ... I've always wanted to take my big, fleshy cheeks, spread them apart and sit on your face." The second voice made a squeaking sound before giggling in a high-pitched voice. "Just bury your face deep in my big bum!" The first voice was almost breaking with giggles now. "Have you - have you ever thought about having me on your face?"

The bum sank softly as Phil waited for it to continue. He stared dumbly for a few minutes, before blurting out -

"Yes! I - I've ... dreamed of having a girl with an ass like you to sit - uh ... you know, do stuff with." He finished lamely, smiling dumbly through the sweat and haze of fever.

"Stuff like ... having me sit on your face?" The butt prodded. Phil nodded in response.

"Oh, I was hoping you'd say that!" A giggling came from the second voice, as the first quickly hushed it. "But what if I was someone you knew, sweetie? What if it was even your own mother-"

"I wouldn't care if you were mom's butt!" Phil blurted, his head thumping. "You're just so perfect! If you were mom's ass I'd just ask you to sit all over me!"

The giggling came again from all over, the wondrous ass in front of him seems to vibrate very quickly now.

"Oh, do you really want it, sweetie?"

"He wants it! He wants it! Tell her Phil!" The second voice jibed in urgently.

"Please! Sit on my face!"

The two voices conspired to giggle to each other, resulting in the delightful sight of the gelatinous rump jiggling in his face.

The ass sank backward, not enough to fit Phil's head fully inside it but submerging his face perfectly in smooth, warm butt flesh. Every undulation of the glorious female rump on his face left Phil in ecstasy and his mouth drooped open, allowing the fragrant, full ass to brush against his teeth. The first voice reacted with a small, low sound and pressed backward, filling the delirious boy's mouth with ass-meat, before dragging each cheek back and forth over his face again and finally slowly settling back, gently pressing his face up into her buttcrack. There was the subtle sound of movement as if a separate mass on his bed was shifting to get a better look at something.

"Ohh yeah..." Phil moaned as the bottom slowly pulled away from his sweat-soaked face. He could hear giggling coming from around him and smiled at the vision of his perfect ass.

"Sounds like you enjoyed having me sit on your face, sweetie." The deeper voice said.

"Sounds like he'd enjoy having you sit on his face all the time!" The second voice cut in. It seemed to be moving around, still trying to find a better angle. The two giggled, and then squealed when they saw Phil's fever-wracked face nod happily in agreement.

"No matter who I belonged to?" The glorious buttocks teased.

"All I know is I want to kiss you more than I've wanted to kiss any girl I've ever met." Phil smiled. The soft light glinting off those full, glorious orbs had him in a trance, and even the heavy weight on his chest seemed pleasant now. He could feel two hands resting on his upper legs, and two large, fragrant feet were gently massaging his pillow, now sloughed in sweat.

"Are you sure Phil?" The other voice giggled, "Are you sure you want to kiss this ass, and no other ass, ever again?"

"Do I have your favorite bum sweetie? Even more than your girlfriend's? Do you love mine the most of any woman's butt?" The first voice cut in again as the other burst into a muffled fit of giggles.

"Yes, you know I love your butt. Look at it, it's so big and full, I've never seen an arse so perfect. It's like -"

"Yes, sweetie?" The first voice prompted him after his short pause.

Phil grinned stupidly in what he assumed was a charming grin, aimed directly at the female bottom in front of him. "It's like your ass was made for my face." He finished it off with a wink.

The two voices burst into a shower of laughter, the large, beautiful bum in front of his face shaking and jiggling like an overflowing jello sculpture as Phil smiled. Finally, the deeper voice managed to shush the other and the vibrating bottom settled down serenely again.

"Okay - oh! Okay, alright now sweetie. I think now you finally deserve your reward, so get ready for a nice, hot faceful of bum from your own-"

"But first!" The other voice cut in excitedly "She's going to blow you a kiss again!"

"Oh," Phil said simply "that's nice."

"Yes, but" the first voice fought back giggles "this time I want you to open your mouth for it, sweetie. If I blew you a kiss and you didn't swallow all of it then I'd feel - I'd feel very embarrassed!" The higher, second voice was giggling out loud now and breathing very sharply.

"Okay, I'll open my mouth for it now." Phil smiled, happy to oblige his beautiful dream butt. The two hands with painted red nails and lots of glittery jewelry appeared once again and spread those gorgeous cheeks once more. Phil moved his sweating head forward and even before he opened his mouth took a deep drag of the smell of that ass. The second voice nudged the other as they both giggled, and then a few seconds later the fart came rushing out of that mammoth ass and rushed headlong down Phil's willingly-opened mouth, ruffling his hair with the force of the blast and causing him to gag on the stench. The voices nearly fell over laughing, but the first, deeper voice managed to break through its giggles.

"Okay, and now, and now Phil sweetie, I think you enjoy your special reward!" "Seeing as you love mom's ass so much!"

The two voices nearly exploded into laughter as Phil cocked his head, slightly confused in his fever-ridden haze. What had he just heard?

"Okay, Cailie honey, hit the lights!"

And suddenly light flowed into the room and Phil managed to make out his sister at his bedroom door with a video camera with the record light on. And there sitting on his chest was that gorgeous, immense ass, but the hands spreading its cheeks apart and the body the butt belonged to didn't belong to his dream girl - the owner of the perfect ass, the amazing gelatinous bottom to which he'd just declared his undying love, was his own giggling mother!

Phil struggled to process this information as his bed suddenly seemed very tight and the room seemed to be spinning again.

"Here you go sweetie, a nice, hot faceful of your own mother's bum!" And Phil's mom blew him a loving kiss from her own lips this time, watching him smile in uncomprehending response, as her large, smelly cheeks zeroed in on his face and squeezed it possessively between them, and then sat back, and Phil's face filled his mom's buttcrack and fitted between it and the bed, perfectly, and Phil's mom smothered her son back to sleep by facesitting, and then quickly, as she felt him slip into unconsciousness, stood up and got off Phil's bed (accidently tripping and landing with both knees on her son's boner "Did you get that?" she mouthed breathless to Cailie) and laughing uncontrollably grabbed the almost crying Cailie and ran back down to the living room, turning off Phil's light as she went. It was many minutes later when mother and daughter stopped laughing enough to draw a breath and talk.

"Well mom, I think we know what to finally get Phil for his birthday next week." Cailie gasped.

"What honey? A signed picture of my bum?" She laughed.

"No mom! A snorkel for when you sit on his face!" They both exploded into laughter.

"Actually," Phil's mom continued, "I've been thinking about getting measured for some sexy leather panties ..."

"Oh yeah?"

She looked mischievously at her daughter. "I wonder if they do measurement's for mother's who want their son's face in the back of their panties!"

And mother and daughter continued laughing and chatting until the sun came up. Much later in the day, Phil's mom checked in on him, but he was still out like a light. She smiled; he had a big, dirty smile on his face. She gave him a kiss on the forehead, left a glass of water and some toast by his bed, and closed the door behind her. *

He had been trapped in here for days now. Phil's mom's ass had molded so tight to his face that it filled up his nostrils and only a sliver of air allowed by the crack of her ass to circulate got through to his open mouth which seemed to be constantly full of her salty sweat. Gulping down yet another mouthful of his mom's butt-sweat Phil heard her stomach gurgling above him and sighed happily as she giggled, realizing what was coming.

Eventually, a gigantic fart blasted him out of his mother's ass and blew him clean into the air. Debra tried to catch him with her foot but just ended up smashing him into a pile of her dirty underwear lying in the washing up basket. As he landed Phil supposed there would be one or two of Christine's undies in here, but he could make out a majority of his mom's panties because he had spent the past month in them, locked away from the rest of the world in the loving motherly clamp of his mom's ass-cheeks, including her horribly tight, sweaty leather panties which he had now landed in face-first. There was still a trace of her butt sweat in the seat of the leather, and of course, it found it's way into his mouth as he made his entrance into the pile of panties. Seeing this, his mom smiled at him. "Oh Phil, you are just incorrigible!" she said as she kneaded the leather over his head, trapping it in the airless, used panties, "I tell you what sweetie, I know these are your favorite panties." she winked. "Your birthday is coming up next week. I promise I'll make it special. I'm going to put you in these panties and wedge your face tightly up my bum in front of everyone at your birthday party! All your friends and family will see your head go straight up your own mother's bum!" She cooed. "It'll be a life-changing experience for you! And I promise I'll keep you in there for a whole week this time! Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week! And I'll eat lots of beans and tacos so you can spend the whole week with your mother farting on your face! The only thing you'll eat or drink will be what's in my ass!" She hugged Phil tightly as she felt him kicking and pulling at the leather, trying to get the suffocating panties she had covered his face with off his head. "Now now sweetie, let mommy have her fun!" She giggled and redoubled her efforts to hold her underwear over Phil's face until at last his body stopped kicking and went limp and then unfolded the panties over the tub. Just for good measure though, she caught her son in her massive thighs and crushed his unconscious form between her massive legs for a minute straight. She moaned sensually as her hungry tree-trunk thighs devoured her son's body "Oh Phil, I love doing this to you." Checking on his face and seeing his skin go slightly blue from her clamp Debra finally unclamped her thighs from around her little boy and dropped him in the water. She placed him on one of Cailie's old Barbie doll's she'd take into the bath, wedging his face between the doll's pointy breasts and wrapping her arms and legs around Phil. Debra giggled as seconds later the doll capsized, waking Phil suddenly as a pair of big plastic breasts kept him from the surface. After a few seconds of splashing Phil managed to right himself, but he barely got a minute to recover before Debra's plump foot came smashing heavily down on top of his body, and Phil was once again crushed under his "girlfriend", her heavy heel driving his face down into the warm depths of the bathtub. "Look sweetie!" She cried "Debbie's gotten heavier!" His mom had lifted her other leg daintily in the air and was giggling as she struggled to maintain her balance. "All my weights on you now sweetie! How's it feel to have an entire woman, your own mother, stand on your tiny head?" Debra knew it must have been unreal. All her titanic weight was centered on his poor, tiny head through her crushing heel. The water helped lessen the weight a little but Phil could feel the blood pounding in his head and a ringing in his ears and knew if his mom, his own mom didn't stop standing on his face soon it'd be too late. Mercifully Debra quickly hopped backward and reapplied her heel's pressure so it was only crushing her son's groin into the floor of the tub. Laughing at Phil's relieved reaction she then sumptuously sank into the tub, allowing Phil to float to the surface and quickly gave him one of Christine's Barbies again to hang on to as she playfully batted it around the tub. After Phil had rested for a few seconds his mom pulled his reluctant body off the duckie and dropped it in the water again. "Come on sweetie" she purred, playfully dunking Phil's head under the water with her big feet, "mommy wants to relax in our bath too. That means you have to help her out by putting your face up her ass!" Phil looked around and suddenly noticed the bottle of wine and scented candles Debra had placed around the tub while he was struggling in her smelly undies. "R-really mom?" he said desperately, "Are you sure you don't want me to - to rub your feet first or anything -" "Oh, thank you, sweetie! I guess you really are falling in love with my feet, aren't you?" She winked "But mommy prefers it when she knows you're up her ass." She smiled. "You're such a perfect fit for my bum, sweetie. You feel so good when you're wedged deep in there. It's almost like you were born to go in it! Like your destiny is to spend your life in your mother's ass!" Phil gulped. That was a thought he had been trying to suppress ever since his life between his mother's butt-cheeks had begun over a month ago. "B-but how will I breathe there mom? There'll be too much water!"

"Oh don't you worry about that, I've got something that'll help you out. But first, you've got to get down there!" And with that, his mom dunked him under with her large feet again and Phil began to swim as fast as he could to his mom's ass. Pressing softly between her plump cheeks with a gentle "shhlp" you hoped against hope she had a plan to stop you from drowning in her butt. As luck would have it you discovered a pocket of air just in front of her anus, and when she felt your breath tickling her asshole she laughed and said "Good boy!" Suddenly you felt one hand grab your body as another plopped something on your head. You looked around in panic, but it was okay - your mom had given you one of your tiny snorkels! "Oh don't thank me yet sweetie, there's more!" His mom's cheeks squeezed him extra-tight as she shoved the head of Phil's tiny snorkel up her cavernous asshole! Giving a little "Oh!" as her son's snorkel penetrated her anus she firmly attached the other end to Phil's face ensuring an airtight seal. Pulling her hands out of her copious asscheeks she let her buttocks settle upon him again and sank back and relaxed into the bubbles. Phil panicked, thrashing around until his mother's divine weight pressed him into the bottom of the tub. Suddenly a pungent smell began to filter down through the snorkel, and Phil realized his mom literally wanted him to breath from her ass to survive. After a few long drags the methane started making Phil drowsy and a little high, and he relaxed and enjoyed the immense feeling of that titanic ass caressing every part of his body. "Mmm, isn't this perfect Philip? Great lighting, great bubbles, great wine ..." She took a sip of a glass she'd casually placed by her elbow. "And you embraced by my butt and getting an indulgent amount of my gas straight from the source to your lungs." She smiled. "What's the vintage on my farts, sweetie? Do they taste extra-good? I've been adding a lot of spice to my tacos, I hope you can taste them." Phil knew she was truly serious. Really, she was. And this made his fear about becoming addicted to her farts slightly lessen, but it wasn't like he could do much about it anyway with her forcing her methane into his lungs and with his body entombed far up her ass. Phil breathed deep and slow and allowed his mom's farts to replace the oxygen in his lungs and the warm caresses of her butt-cheeks to relax him as his mom unwound on top his tiny form and simply floated on him. She would constantly fart down so that her son would get an extra helping of her ass-gas, and then sat on him. And floated. And floated.