#bath scrubbies

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

BBW Bowser Scrubby Buddies Bath Toy

late 1990s-early 2000s

Found on Mercari, user Angie M

[aeide-thea]

Anne Tochka Isolation No. 05, 2020 Gouache on paper 9″ x 12″

⸻ Prints are available on the artist's website.

[bunnyb34r]

Theres an item in the November lush box that smells so fucking good I wanna eat it, and it smells like something I used to eat as a kid and I cant figure out what 😭 I'm thinking it was a starburst limited edition or maybe a limited edition skittle

Anyway it's sooo good and I hope it wins as one of the new year round in store items bc 🥺💕

The big ass body soap like erupted when I opened it so I had to use it and it's sooo good too it's scrubby and my hands smell so good (well did... I just ate chicken wings sgdgdgs)

Also we got stickers and I saw them before I read any of the notes in the box and one says "I 💚 Gary" and we were like ??? The snail???

He's one of the inventors of these items agdgdgdgdg

[thecrochetcrowd]

Crochet Scrubby Bath Pouf + Tutorial

Scrubby Bath Pouf The Crochet Bath Pouf is super quick and easy to crochet. Even with Red Heart Scrubby, fast to follow to finish. This is actually a long row that consists of 100 stitches after the first row. In row 2, we are creating loops in which the hanging chain is fed through to form the pouf. I would strongly suggest for the hanging chain to be 100% cotton-like Bernat Handicrafter, Lily…

[bambipaige]

[missamyrisa2]

(That cleaning ask made me want to pull this mini story back out and write some more~!!)

I don't want to post it here because I'm sure it'll get flagged but you can view the artwork I had done for this scenario here:

Miss Amy struggled and squirmed. She tried and failed to stifle her voice again, and such futile fighting only encouraged her tormentor further. Her outfit hung neatly on a rack nearby. The gentle fuzzy fabric of her cropped sweater and the flirty short length of her denim skirt with the wide belt and flower buckle were by no means a tickle-proof outfit, but anything would be better than the total exposure she faced now.

At times in her giggly delirium the reflection in the many video feeds offering multiple angles of her plight seemed so far away, like it was another helplessly ticklish girl ensnared in this fiendish machine. "Navel cavity is at 43 point! tooo percent lint coverage. Proceeding with water cleanse" the robotic voice chimed with child-like enthusiasm and feminine flirtations. "No not again! Not the waterrrr!!"

Amy pleaded as with a mechanical wind a thick arm lowered and extended a metal nozel, carefully positioning itself as the padded cuffs on Amy's wrists and ankles moved her gently. She summoned her strength to wiggle away from the tip, but the incoming tool simply recalibrated. Amy watched in giggly horror as the water flowed freely into the attached tube, and with a little kick, the apparatus began blasting her sensitive divot with a concentrated stream.

It was like an endless parade of poking fingertips, with droplets scattering on her outer belly like teasing after touches. She shrieked and struggled, the jet following a strategic pattern to clean every tiny bit of her bellybutton. A familiar chime dinged into the bathing room and Amy shook her head, wiggling her toes and fingers.

"No no no!!"

"Feet. And Underarms. Have become layered in sweat. Recommend additional scrub."

"Don't scrub me again!!"

"Scrub approved. Cutie."

Amy shook her head as the cleansing machine's teasing voice and digital face smiled brightly. Mechanical whirls started up as spinning soft brushes spun into view and targeted her feet. The machine gently bent her legs back to hold her soles up for the incoming tools. She cackled out feeling the suds dripping from high into the crevice under her toes, and squealed madly as the brushes moved in to work their tickly cleansing magic.

Next, a gloved hand appeared in front of her and wiggled its big fingers. The robotic hand mercilessly coated her sensitive underarms with soap, careful to ensure the deepest crevice and all the edges were coated before moving to the next as a scrubby brush whizzed down and began merrily shuffling in circles.

How long had the cleaning been going on? Amy lost track a while ago. Certainly a trap set by one of her archenemies, the machine was possibly designed with noble purposes. But whoever set it here loaded a routine which Amy could not break, goals it couldn't fulfill. The cleaning at her belly caused sweat. The cleaning at her feet and underarms put dust and bubbles into her midsection.

Maybe the machine was purposefully doing so? Was it sentient? Such thoughts were lost when she realized her body was giving away a secret. She tried desperately to keep it down, her mind flooding with awful imagery to resist the touch, that soft tease. But it was a losing battle.

Another mechanical whirl as a scanning eye passed down her belly and between her legs with a tingly pink beam. Amy blushed hotly, she didn't want to acknowledge what all this slippery tickling and teasing had been doing to her body, and certainly couldn't hide it.

"Miss Amy is aroused. Controlled ticklegasm is recommended."

"T-Ticklegassm??"

There was no doubt the intent of this cruel cleaning machine now.

"Erotic hydrotherapy approved."

The machine dinged happily as two new implements sprung out from under the digital smirking face. A gentle sponge began slowly grazing her royal jewels, and a fluffy cloth on a robotic appendage started draping against Amy's swollen princess part. She squeaked a gigglemoan, pulling uselessly against the padded cuffs. Her body gyrated and tried to resist the soft supply slick affections.

The soft cloth draped up to the underside of her tip and mercilessly stimulated it with the tickliest of touches, like the flirty kiss of a lover. The sponge kept moving back and forth, cleansing again and again under her most royal areas. Her thighs quivered. The robotic hands began buffing her nipples with detail brushes, and occasionally sneakily tweaking and rubbing earnestly to make her really let out throaty moans.

Her resistance worn down, Amy soon tumbled into a soft ticklegasm amid the flying suds, gigglemoaning herself silly. Her head lay low, body going loose as the sensations rocketed all over her body, her royal milk coaxed out in perky spurts. Every peak of the ticklegasm had her screaming, struggling in the cuffs, and the machine never relented its gentle cleansing extraction and tickly touches.

And the beeps continued as scans rolled over her trembling body.

"High likelihood of residual ticklegasm honey. Engage drainage procedure."

Amy gasped and squealed out her words, trying madly to find any strength to stop as her body was moved into another position.

"Don't you dareeee you ffffff nnnnhh stupid bucket of boltss turn it offfff!!"

But she was helpless to resist as the machine flipped her around and gently spread her legs. From above a large vibrating began descending, and from the side a soft flexible tendril spun into view. Both were shiny and pink, both emblazoned with cute names. The wand was labeled "Finessa" and the tendril named "Caressa".

"Oh what the actual fuuuuuuuuuuckk~!! fuck fuck fuckkk!!!" She started whining and was soon nothing but a stream of desperate laughing moaning f-bombs as Finessa quickly went to work buzzing the underside of her still-throbbing princess part while Caressa was glistening with lubricant applied by the robot hands before diving in between Amy's legs to probe up to her honeyspot.

Her body shook and shivered and struggled and bounced, the sister tools working in tandem to tease Amy along into a further fuzzy ticklegasm with their vibrating tickly touches. As Amy bucked up, Finessa followed and grazed that death spot. When she pulled back, Caressa was there gliding along inside to stroke carefully on that most hidden of tickle spots.

All around, the cleaning tools gradually re-engaged. Scrubbing brushes taunted at Amy's feet. Sponges slid along her ribs and under her arms. The jets tauntingly sprayed whenever Amy was in the middle of a deep belly moan, targeting her navel and thighs mostly but also making sure to get her nipples and toes too. The sudsy jet floated freely, almost whimsically depositing its sparkly tingly bubbles all about this teased helpless body.

This time around, the machine made Amy ticklegasm hard. She was nothing but nonsense and cussing, her body quaking with overload, stuck in an arch as Caressa relentlessly dipped in and out while Finessa held taut but barely touching on the underside of her tip. They tickled and tickled until Amy released all her princess milk, indeed draining every bit.

"Ticklegasm has resulted in a messy Miss Amy. Recommend an extension of cleansing procedure."

[swapmeetsimming]

Part 1 for this month's items -

This Month's Catalog - pt.1

Bathroom Patron Release 08/14 - Public Release 09/04 This is the bathroom in it's entirety. The bathroom toys came in two sets(or more) with the Tub being it's own set, unless you got the deluxe version, in which you got everything. So, I guess this would be the deluxe set. I think.

The Bathroom comes with:

The Toilet - fully functional, slots on the back.

The Bath chest - lots of slots in the cubbyholes and some on the top.

The Towel Rack - this came in three colors and two towel colors(that I've seen), so it has all the swatches.

The Tub 

the clutter that came with The Tub - 3 bottles, a bath brush, a scrubby thing, a soap dish, and a bar of soap. All clutter comes in the different toy colors of Blue, Yellow, and White.

Special Thank-You gift for my Patrons 

This will be released with the bathroom, but public release will be on 09/18 I'll be putting up previews of the bathroom and page 2 of this month's catalog, featuring the kitchen!

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Drugged Hero Whumpee used as Party Favor at Villain's Party part 6

Warnings: drugged sedation, torture, blood, severe whump/intimate whump, restraints

For a heartbeat she thought about bashing Archenemy in the face with her bound hands, but she knew resistance was pointless. She was hardly a threat in her terrible state of health anyway.

Archenemy spun and beckoned silently with a hand, and Ava strode purposefully after him, a strong hand splayed across Shadow's back to keep her from sliding off her shoulder. Shadow twitched and winced every step Ava took, her wounds rubbing in so many places. And her nose – possibly fractured or broken, judging from the blasting heat radiating from it. She knew that if that was the case, she'd have to reset the bone for her powers to heal it right, a task that made her nauseous even thinking about it.

Shadow tried to pay attention to every hall she was carried down, tried to memorize the route and store away those tidbits of knowledge for later. Until finally, Archenemy pushed open a door, and Ava padded into what Shadow realized was a giant bathroom. She let out a surprise yelp as Ava leaned over and half-dumped half-dropped her onto the cold tiled floor next to the giant bathtub.

Archenemy was hovering in the doorway, expression dark and calculating. “I will give you two some privacy while you get cleaned up – but try to run, Shadow, and Ava has my permission to use any means of force to stop you. This will be your only warning. Understood?”

Shadow’s only form of acknowledgment was a hateful glower, but apparently it was enough for Archenemy, as he stepped out of the bathroom and shut the door. Only when his footsteps had gone out of earshot did Shadow let her guard down a fraction, a racking cough escaping her as she doubled over and spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor before she could stop herself. Ava frowned down at it.

“Sorry,” Shadow mumbled apologetically. Ava didn't say anything, and Shadow flinched when her once-friend tugged her bound wrists into her lap. She instinctively jerked out of her grip.

“W-What are you doing?” Shadow growled uneasily.

Ava cocked her head to the side, a few long seconds of stillness passing like she was processing the question word-by-word and calculating how to best answer.

“...I was going to remove the restraints, so that I can help you undress and clean yourself,” she finally said, the first time Shadow had heard her speak since she'd been introduced. Maybe that was part of her programming, or whatever, to not speak unless spoken to directly. It was sickening to think that Archenemy could break someone so thoroughly they became a mere puppet in his twisted games.

Shadow reluctantly held her wrists out, waiting as Ava unlocked each cuff. Ava did the same for her ankles until Shadow could finally move freely again, sprawled awkwardly on the floor.

The faucet was turned on, slowly filling up the large bathtub. Light hands grabbed at Shadow’s clothes, carefully tugging her shirt off first. Shadow bit her lip hard to keep herself from crying out as the shirt peeled away from wounds it had gotten stuck to with dried blood, making them bleed anew. She shivered as the cold air hit her exposed skin. It felt too open and vulnerable, making her skin crawl with anxiety as bit by bit other articles of tattered clothing were removed, revealing more and more vicious gashes and lacerations alongside old scars permanently etched into her flesh. The entire time Ava was silent, working skillfully and swiftly.

Shadow was a little startled when Ava unexpectedly scooped her up like she weighed nothing and set her down in the tub of warm water. But secretly she was a little grateful; she was pretty sure she was too weak to climb into the bath on her own. A sigh escaped parted lips as she let the warmth seep into her tired, aching bones, dulling the agony. But she tensed up as Ava took up a soapy sponge and started delicately scrubbing her blood-stained skin, cleaning grit and grime out of the worst of the wounds.

Shadow gritted her teeth and groaned as she pressed on a particularly deep gash right below her ribs, before the silence became unbearable. “...Ava?” She croaked hesitantly.

“Yes?”

“Are you… Are you still in there, somewhere?” It sounded stupid even to Shadow’s own ears, she knew better than to hope. But still, the truth stung.

Ava cocked her head to the side, the corners of her lips twitching into a puzzled frown. “I’m… not sure I understand the question, Miss.”

Shadow wrapped her arms around herself miserably, watching blood-tinted foam float atop the bathwater. “Why did you call me ‘Miss’? You know my name.”

“...Because that's how Archenemy prefers me to refer to people. Sir or Miss.” Ava looked even more confused now.

“And do you always do what Archenemy tells you?”

“...Yes?” It was said with an almost undetectable hint of hesitancy, like Ava was trying to see if that was the answer Shadow was searching for.

Shadow grabbed a spare bar of soap from the side of the tub in frustration and dug her nails into it until it cracked into smaller pieces that she dropped into the water, watching the chunks sink to the bottom through the red haze of the bloody water.

“How did Archenemy get into your head like this?” Shadow muttered, half to herself.

“He didn’t,” Ava argued almost instantly, robotically, eyes glassy. “Unlike you, I am not a prisoner. I am choosing to be here. I'm allowed to go wherever I want, as long as Archenemy approves.”

“So you're still on a leash, then,” Shadow snorted. “It's not freedom if you have to check in with your master every time you want to go somewhere new.” That one seemed to catch Ava by surprise.

“I mean, do you even hear yourself right now?” Shadow scoffed, lip curling in disgust. “Archenemy is the enemy, he's not your friend. He's using you.”

Ava shrugged, completely unconcerned. “I'm sure that given time you'll start to enjoy it here too – it's not that bad once you stop fighting.”

“Does that mean you remember the times before you stopped fighting? Shadow held her breath hopefully, searching for a lead, anything she could use to get Ava back, the real Ava, if only she could find a way to trigger her memory.

Ava’s brow furrowed with concentration, her face wrinkling, but eventually she shook her head. “I can only remember small bits here and here… Archenemy says it's not healthy to dwell on the past, that we should look at the bright future instead. It's a waste of time to think about… before.”

Shadow’s blood boiled with rage, but she kept her mouth shut. It was clear nothing she said would get through Ava's thick skull. She was beyond reason.

Ava resumed cleaning Shadow with the sponge, pausing with a frown when she reached her face.

"Is your nose broken?" She asked suddenly. Shadow yelped in pain when Ava unexpectedly reached out to touch and examine it, reeling away from the contact hard enough that water splashed out of the tub.

"Looks like yes," Ava noted. "I'm going to have to re-set it for your powers to heal it right."

"No way," Shadow growled defensively. She knew how much it would hurt.

Ava sighed patiently. "Come on, you know I have to. Don't fight me on this, please."

And Shadow knew the only way out of this was by accepting the help when it was offered. Ava would force her if she resisted too much.

Shadow hesitated, then nodded, leaning toward her and screwing her eyes shut as she braced herself for the excruciating agony.

Ava gently grabbed her jaw with a hand to hold her steady, and before Shadow could flinch or pull away, she grabbed her nose and gave it a sharp yank, sliding it back into place.

A strangled scream died in Shadow's throat as black spots danced in her vision, eyes watering at the blaze of pain that shot through her face.

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[moiraineology]

Sorry I'm on the pain train today, but I really think that Moiraine blames herself for what happened to her at the Eye all throughout season 2. This is a woman who has a plan within a plan within a plan, and even though she is fully aware of how dangerous the mission is, and how she is almost certainly going to die because of it, she still had some very specific expectations for how things were going to go at the (not-so-final) battle. She brought the sa'angreal for Rand to use, and she was ready to channel and fight for him while he woke up/gathered his strength/found a way to touch the Source. The thing she never expected to happen was for Ishamael to be able to cut her off even as she threw her whole body into channeling to protect Rand. We know how powerful she is. We know that this was her final mission. A suicide mission. Her entire being was devoted to that final channel and when Ishamael shields her, the sound she makes--total disbelief, panic--betrays the fact that she never imagined that he would be able to do what he did. She thought he might kill her for sure, and that she'd go out in a blaze of glory, but this? Left behind as a Forsaken's plaything? It was never something that crossed her mind.

The first shot of her we see in season 2 is her lugging those buckets of water across this massive canyon at Tifan's Well. There are cicadas buzzing, the brush is scrubby and everything (barely) grows in sand. It's hot as balls. And she is out there bringing bucket after bucket home so she can be in this tepid bath, reliving what happened to her and wishing, wishing, wishing she hadn't channeled in that moment. I think Verin is right to point out that this could be seen as an indicator of her strength in many ways, and Moiraine herself would probably appreciate hearing that ("Moiraine didn't know the meaning of the words 'give up'"), but I personally see it as a form of self-harm. She is punishing herself every day for what she believes she "let" happen to her. We also see her lash out at Lan later on, when he tells her that even multiple Aes Sedai couldn't still a person. She completely loses it and yells at him in an attempt to communicate how powerful the Forsaken actually are. I really read that as a manifestation of her anger toward herself. For not realizing how powerful Ishamael could be. For not making the "right" choice in that moment. Again, for "letting" him do what he did to her. We know that stilling is seen as a direct parallel to a violation (an assault) and it is a really common response to relive the situation in that way and blame oneself for something that isn't even close to being the survivor's fault. It makes sense that Moiraine's trauma response would be to blame herself. It also makes it about twenty million times more heartbreaking to watch relevant scenes later on, like when she talks to Rand about what a shield feels like (she is so angry in that scene, and again, I read it not just as anger directed toward Ishamael, but a very profound, overwhelming anger toward herself), or when she seems ashamed to let Rand look at her with the One Power at Lan's request. She can't even look at Rand (or Lan, for that matter) in that moment. She casts her eyes down. She doesn't want anyone to see her in that state, and it speaks to the enormous weight of the humiliation and shame that she's been carrying all season long.

Basically, I just want someone to cradle her tightly in their arms and just tell her over and over that it wasn't her fault. That what happened to her was Ishamael's choice and his alone. That it was his cruelty, and not anything she did or didn't do, that resulted in her condition.

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Bath and Body Works "Flo" the Flamingo Scrubby Buddies

1990s

Found on Ebay, user concepttwo

[xxtc-96xx]

How many of us are gonna admit to giving Mewtwo a bath THE SECOND Pokemon Home connects to Scarlet/Violet? 😅🙋‍♀️

He needs scrubbies and a sandwich

[hellpmeimobsessed]

Hello friend! So, so, now hear me out, how about giving syzoth (reptile) scratches at the end of his shed? Like, at this point, all of the big pieces are off and now he's just working on getting out the little bits that got stuck in between his scales, nothing bad just the little bits that got pinched off because he was twisting to get another bit of skin. But now he's been doing this for hours and he's exhausted and you come in with this soft bristled scrubby brush and just start giving him the Best Back Scratches of his Life.

"DAMN IT!! Ugh, I give up. I'm going to be itchy for the rest of my life."

"You mean until your next shed." "WHICH COULD TAKE A LIFETIME!!" Syzoth was in distress as his shed hadn't gone as smoothly as it usually did. Thanks to the stress of near-constant combat and having to settle into his new life, as well as relatively arid surroundings, it had come off in flaky patches instead of one smooth and soft piece. Now, he had pieces stuck in places he couldn't reach, and you were going to hear about it.

In fact, it's all you'd been hearing since the Zaterran started late in the night, hearing all the bellowing and other forms of reptilian vocalizing he'd been doing while removing it, along with all the moving around. It had been a sleepless night for both of you. As you rolled your eyes at his antics, you spotted a brush you used while bathing to reach your back. It had relatively hard bristles, and you had an idea.

"Syzoth, do me a favor and shift fully, please." "Huh?" "Zaterran form, stat." "Fine, alright!" He threw his hands up in exasperation and shifted into the huge reptilian form, lowly bellowing in annoyance. You made a motion with your hand for him to turn around and he did. You took the brush to his back and began to scrub, and his legs gave out as he lay on the floor.

"Sy, you alright?" You hurried to the ground only to find his eye staring at you expectantly with the biggest smile a reptile could manage. You laughed and sat on the floor, continuing to scrub at his scales, mindful of his tail beginning to shake in glee. You had to convince him to roll over so you could get near his cloaca, and he was slightly embarrassed until you reminded him of the dangers of leaving it and your familiarity with earthrealm reptiles.

"Please, you want embarrasing? Try being my crested gecko when he got moss stuck in it and I had to pull it out." Syzoth hissed a laugh as he complied and rolled over. He got up when he felt no more stuck shed and stretched on all fours. While he was elongated, you gave his tail a quick once-over and found no stuck shed, and he shifted back, immediately stretching out on the couch and sighing in relief.

[boxingcleverrr]

NEW POLL TIME!

I was thinking about one of the Ye Olde Longposts Of Sillydrama, thus

*because everyone I know calls them something different, when I say Puff I mean one of these:

Elaborate in the tags all yah want! Repost for sample size etc. plz thnx.

[gaphic]

hello hi, I'd like to ask, why is there nothing but a gallon jug of jojoba oil and a knife in your shower,,

LMAOOOO ok I’m SLIGHTLY exaggerating. Atm I have an exfoliating scrubby dealie, not a knife, but I would like to trade up at some point. As to WHY, it’s because I prefer to bathe in the manner of the ancient greeks (I know this is a cringe thing to say but bear with me)

Let me start this explanation with a question. What does soap do? If you said ‘cleans things’ or ‘removes dirt’ you are actually WRONG! Soap breaks down lipids, which is to say oils- like sebum. Sebum is what keeps your skin and hair moist, supple, and waterproof. It’s also naturally antibacterial (a trait shared with all pure oils!) and it helps push out dirt from your pores. If you remove sebum your skin will be dry, which means you need to moisturize. ALSO, sebum has a low heat tolerance, so just taking a long hot shower will break down any excess!

Point being, unless you specifically have some kind of foreign grease on you like engine oil, washing your body with soap is kinda pointless! The dirt you’re trying to clean is sweat (which is removed by plain water) and dead skin cells (which are removed by scrubbing). SO, I bathe by slathering my body in jojoba oil (very similar composition to sebum) and waiting for it to sink into my skin, then scrubbin hard. This is easiest with an exfoliating sponge, but most effective with a very smooth but not-too-sharp knife!

[warlordfelwinter]

maprico

narin has valid questions about his tenno friend

~1k

[ao3]

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The sun was setting over the plains, bathing Cetus in warm golden light. The market still hummed with sounds—a chorus of voices and laughter, bells and chimes tinkling in the breeze, loud calls of animals, the soft strum of music. The air smelled of the sea, of meals being cooked, of fresh fish and incense and spices. A perfect, peaceful evening, before night fell and the Eidolons began their mournful howls.

Not that the Eidolons would break the peace for Narin. He had grown up falling asleep to their cries, safe within the Unum’s embrace. The night would likely be far less peaceful for the Tenno who sat next to him in the scrubby grass, overlooking the market. They would be leaving the wall after dark, going out to hunt the massive sentients.

Narin couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to do such a thing. He’d seen an Eidolon from a distance once and that was close enough for him. It was hard, looking at Juno, to reconcile the youthful face and stature with someone who could take down a beast of that size. But they were a Tenno. The warframe that knelt motionlessly behind them was proof enough of that. The warframe that Narin had thought was the Tenno for the longest time. But the Tenno were children. Younger than Narin and yet infinitely older.

Millennia… Another difficult thing to believe about Juno. If he looked past their luminous eyes and the marring of their somatics, they looked like any other teen. They looked the same age as him. And yet they’d been alive during the Orokin Empire. Something that was just distant history to Narin. Stories he’d been told.

They’d been in stasis, the way they told it. When they were controlling their warframe, they were on a ship, far from here, their body held in stasis while their mind roamed. They could leave it now, as evidenced by their presence next to him, and it made Narin wonder if they aged when they were outside.

He wondered about a lot of things, with Juno. At the moment, as he watched Juno idly scratching the ears of the kubrow that dozed in their lap, he wondered about food.

Narin popped a small piece of rubad into his mouth, chewing. He’d brought a plate up here with him, with sliced fruit and nuts and cheese, drizzled with spiced honey. It had clearly been meant to be shared and yet Juno hadn’t touched any of it. Maybe they were just being polite about food they didn’t like, but Narin wondered…

“Do you eat?”

Juno blinked and looked at him. “What?”

“Do you eat?” Narin repeated. “You know, like food.” He put a piece of cheese into his mouth, demonstrably.

“I know what food is,” Juno said, frowning, and decidedly not answering Narin’s question.

“So that’s a no…?” he asked, slowly.

They looked away, color rising to their cheeks. “It’s… a… I don’t know,” they said.

“You don’t know?” Narin asked, laughing. “How do you not know??”

“I mean, I don’t,” Juno said, looking at him again. “I don’t eat. I don’t remember… ever… eating, but I must have at some point… before…”

Narin rested his chin on his hand, looking at them curiously. “So your… stasis thing keeps you… full?” he guessed.

“I suppose so,” Juno said. “I’ve never thought about it.”

“So… can you eat?” Narin asked. “If you wanted to.”

Juno stared at him for a moment, thinking. “I… don’t know,” they said, eventually.

Narin picked up a piece of maprico and slowly held it up in front of Juno’s face, watching those unsettling glowing eyes briefly cross to focus on it before returning to Narin’s face. He waggled the piece of fruit enticingly.

“You should find out.”

Juno held his gaze for a moment before they took the fruit. With an amount of caution that was almost comical, they opened their mouth and placed it inside. Almost immediately, their eyes widened slightly and a soft noise of surprise escaped their throat. They chewed slowly, their expression slowly morphing from one of surprised pleasure to increasing distress.

“Mm!—mmrmh!—why does it burn?!” they managed to demand after swallowing. They doubled over, coughing, and Narin burst out laughing. The spice of the honey was quite mild for Ostron standards, but for someone who hadn’t eaten in millennia…

Juno glared at him, which only made him laugh harder.

“Sorry, sorry,” he giggled. “Here, the cheese helps—”

“No,” Juno said, batting his hand away. “I think I’m done with food.”

“Ai yo! Behold the mighty Tenno, defeated by a piece of spicy fruit,” Narin declared. “We are all doomed.”

Juno stuck their tongue out at him and then disappeared, dissolving into light and being pulled backward into their frame. They shifted and stood, Nezha’s figure moving as naturally as if it was Juno’s own body.

Narin glanced at the sky, realizing it had gotten dark as they’d been sitting here. “Time for the hunt?” he guessed.

They nodded. As if on cue, the ululation of an Eidolon split the quieting air.

“Sho-lah. Good luck. I’ll make harpu for you next time.”

“Like I’m going to trust you about food again,” they said, voice synthesized and strange coming through Nezha.

“That one’s a drink,” Narin said.

“Whatever.” They shifted back and step and then launched off the overlook, twisting mid-air and flipping, landing on a roof and sprinting lightly along cords and fabrics, hardly seeming to touch anything before they were jumping again, impossibly agile. Their kubrow dutifully ran down the hill and chased after them.

Narin waved, watching until they were out the doors, and then dropped back onto the grass, looking up at the darkening sky. He reached blindly for the plate and grabbed a piece of fruit, dropping it into his mouth and chewing, savoring the warmth of the spices. He snorted to himself.

“Some killing machine.”

[missamyrisa2]

OMG Amy could you PLEEEEASE do a full version of the "shackled in shower and tickle cleaned" one, I'm (respectfully) BEGGING YOU. Just the idea of being bathed and tickled at the same time has me DRIPPING

"Awww so squirmy already? Why, I haven't even touched you yet~" I snicker and smirk and sneer over at you in equal measures as I inventory my little shower caddy ~ with a grin I tickle at your exposed underarms to make you pull on the bonds holding you inside the shower ~ always have to be sure, after all. I roll back the sleeves on my longsleeved red cropped sweater and kneel down, showing plenty of skin that could be tickled if only your hands weren't completely occupied ~ I pull out the handheld shower wand and hum brightly turning the faucet on and cycling through the various settings ~ "mmmh. mmhmmm~ ooooooh~" I test the pressure and sensation of each pattern on my palm before stopping at a wide spray with tingly pressure "uuuh huh~ that's it, that's the one~" I take the wand and let it start soaking you from your ribs downward. My tongue pops out the side of my mouth in concentration as I aim carefully to get the streams of tickly water between and around each rib, slowly working downward ~ "don't fidget now ~ gotta get you sooo nice and clean and shiny~" I work the water wand down and let the tickly water fill in your navel multiple times, pooling it watching it drain and then moving the wand back from your side to get you again ~ Once the water has you nice and squirmy and warmed up, my other hand reaches for the long scrub brush. I place the brush at your side and press a button on the handle, squirting thick soap onto your wet skin. "Hold still precious, this miiiight tickle~!" The brush starts working back and forth slowly, rubbing the suds into your twitchy cute skin. I crank the wand to switch to a higher pressure spray and work the tickly popping bubbles from your side.

"Awww did that tickle? Yeahhh? A little tickly cleaning cleaning for my sweetie pie? Gonna get you allll nice and pristine, ohh yess~" I move the brush and spray your tummy thoroughly with soap before scrub scrub scrubbing away ~ "Scrubby scrubby scrubby~ are you my scrubby sally? Mmmm? Yeahhh? Does it tickle here? Tickle cleann?" I merrily work my cleansing tool on your bouncy belly, chuckling and waving the wand teasingly before spraying your midsection down. "You can fight it all you like, I'm still gonna clean you~" I matter of factly say as the wand moves up to start soaking your underarms. I spray each armpit thoroughly with the soap, but set the brush down and reach into my caddy to slip a handheld tool onto my palm. "Theeese pitties definitely need a deeep deep cleaning. In fact ~ let's get them both at once~ we work on efficiency in the Cleansing Mama cleaning factory~" I slip another bristly tool onto my other palm and stand over you tauntingly holding the tools up for you to see ~ all those soft bristles pointing and teasing as they come down slowly. I nod and coo over you "widda widda woooooo~" I tease, as I bring them both to your helpless underarms, letting the brushes gyrate and tremble on your skin before really digging in with deep scrubbing. "Yep gotta get them alllll clean, every last bit. Get it all, all of it now~" I say over your hysterical sounds, refusing to let up no matter how much your struggle and twist ~

"Aww there there~ was it just sooo ticklyyy?" I sigh and gently blot my soft washcloth over your cheek, my other hand directing your head as I lightly cleanse your face. "There there, I knowww I know~ it's for your own good though~ you have to get clean~ mmmhmm~" I smile and run the cloth over your forehead and down your nose and under your chin ~ "Sooo cute, soo pretty yess~ don't fret my ~dirty~ little thing~ there's still plenty of cleaning for youuu oh yess there is~" I set my cloth aside and turn your head gently, humming again as I begin tracing your ear with a tiny brush, working up the curve and around the lobe ~ "don't squirm now, these are little dirty spots" I carefully work my tool around your ear's inner curves, ever so lightly dipping it in and out of the entry. Then I smirk and cock my head to one side. "Now the other oneee~" I singsong, moving to start the same procedure while gently caressing your neck with the soft cloth. Once I have both ears cleansed and you nice and giggly wiggly, I step back and take out a bottle of sweet smelling cleanser. "Oooh yes, this is the good stuff~" I hold it under your nose letting the perfume waft up before picking up the water wand and soaking your feet. "Yes, definitely need the heavy duty cleanser for these tootsies~"

I use the highest pressure on the sprayer, coating between your toes and down your soles before getting my cleanser back out and start dripping it onto my palm before rubbing my hands together in suds. "Yess darling, dahhling ~ let it alll out now~ you're safe here, safe and cleannnn this is where you belong~" I call to you through your squirms and sounds as my fingers work between each toe and rub earnestly at your insteps and soles. The slippery sweet suds filling and popping all over ~ your feet coated in white before long, dripping with my tickly cleansing technique. And then the scrubber is back on a palm. "Okayyy now ~ this is gonnnna tickle~" I briskly grasp your big toe and go to town, rapidly sealing in the soap with little strokes of my tool. "Sudsy sudsy soooooo~" I coo out, working as if you weren't hysterically flopping in the shower sending bubbles all over. I can't help but giggle myself as some hit my exposed tummy, to which I switch feet and hold the other and work my brush endlessly on your inner sole.

All through the cleaning I've been eyeing your royal area, never acknowledging it directly or touching it, but just keeping an eye like I would a slowly boiling pot. With your feet shiny and pinkened, I glance up and smirk. "Looks like the pot is boiled~" I gesture towards your royal area and pick the wand back up. I switch it to the single jet setting, one single stream firing from the center of the head of circles ~ all those openings now just watching in awe as their master gets acquainted with your girly button. I work the stream of water pressure up your legs, over your thighs crossing back and forth ~ then I suddenly cut it off and aim it directly to your princess part and squeak an innocent snicker before spraying it. "Oooh yessss must clean here toooo~" I work the water up and down your button slowly, coming in from each side and angle, occasionally drifting down or up, and occasionally reaching up to tease a nipple with my soft scrub cloth~ "Why, you're not just dirty down here ~ you're absolutely..." I crank up the pressure and hold the wand close to your protesting button, letting the vibrations of the shower tool radiate down "...filthy~!" I sneak the soft tiny brush over and let it gently love on your button as it is coaxed out fully with the cleansing tickles~ I work you up good and gaspy before cutting the pressure off and stand with my hands on my hips over you~

"Naughty thing ~ you're really enjoying this huh? Don't lieeee now~ I'll bet half that wetness there is all youuu isn't it? You naughty naughty thing ~ you need sooo much cleaning~ sooo dirty~ Cleaning right on your button? Your button? Yeahhh your buttttton~" I take the scrub brush and spray your inner thighs and girly area thoroughly with suds before scrubbing at your legs while the tiny brush works your royal parts with the utmost attention to detail. I'm bent over you, working as though I was sculpting a masterpiece ~ and maybe I am~ getting all those tickly bubbles thoroughly applied before the water starts again. And this time I don't let up, spraying down your legs, up to your belly, high pressure in your navel before circling each nipple and then back down, hand on my hip as I relentlessly cleanse your girly button, following your every squirm and thrash and buck. "Come on now~ you know you like it ~ you know you wanna be sooo naughty for your Amy ~ be naughty for me nowww~" I encourage and taunt and coo, varying the pressure up and down, but never leaving your button until I push you over into a watery drippy gigglegasm~ "gonna gigglecum for me? Yeah? Gigglecum? Ohooooh uhhuhh there you go look at you~!" I snicker as your writhe and give yourself to my cleaning, playfully tickling at your belly and thighs with my fingers all through the climax.

"MmmH! Naughty naughty! You just made yourself all dirty again~ positively filthy~ tsk tsk tsk.... " I click my tongue disapprovingly and start thumbing the wand's settings. "You knooow what that meeeans~"