#because I got a lil chub on me bones

[56thingsinaname]

What if it’s thanksgiving?

I am calling for a total and complete ban on tiktok pop psychology until we can figure out what the hell is going on

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Heyyy! I love your stories! Can you write a scenario where the ready is Chubby/bbw and has a crush on Donnie but he has feelings for her too but is too shy to admit it in front of others?? A lil angst with fluff at the end?? Pwease and thank you!!

You stare into the mirror, turning side to side to see how you look from every angle. You sigh, exasperated. It’s no use you think to yourself I’d need a fucking whale bone corset to hide how fat I am.... You have this terrible habit of being so self deprecating and outright cruel to yourself when it comes to your weight. In reality, you’re a little chubby, you have love handles, thick thighs and a little more “something-something” around the belly which your mother used to tell you the boys prefer but, it wasn’t like you had men lining up to date you. No, there was one man, however, that had you heart and soul: Donatello.

He had always been more than kind to you and didn’t seem to notice your weight- something you hoped wouldn’t change tonight in this rather tight dress. You decided that this was *the* night, you were going to confess your feelings. Although you were having second thoughts while checking your reflection out. Maybe I should go for something baggier? But you talk yourself out of it. If Donnie actually wanted you, he’s have to take you chub and all. At least this way he can really see what he’s be getting himself into.

Taking a deep breath, you open the door to the lair, Leo had cut you a key months ago since you had become so close with all the boys. The occasion was Mikey’s birthday, you had his present (flashing light attachments for his skateboard wheels) in hand, covering your lower belly as if to hide yourself for a little longer while you still could. 

“Y/n, you’re looking lovely!” Leo calls over to you with a huge smile

You smile back politely, his calling your name alerted everyone to your presence and Mikey comes running over to collect his gift- taking away your one last piece of security before they can finally see all of you.

Your eyes instinctively go to Donnie who looks you up and down once, eyes slightly wider than usual, and then looks away very quickly saying nothing. Oh no! What else could that mean other than thinking you’re fat? No “You look nice” or even a smile and little nod to acknowledge that you were here. Nothing. You can feel the heat rising your your face as your eyes become prickly from the tears building up behind them.

“Yeah I hope you like what I got you” you say to Mikey as he tears into the wrapping paper. “Just give me a moment” you head towards the bathroom.

Once the door is firmly shut and locked behind you, you give into the sobs that have been rising from your stomach the second Donnie looked at you that way. You glance at the mirror and want to punch it to shatters, there’s nothing you can see to love- nothing that he would love at least. You thank the gods you decided to wear waterproof mascara today as you dab at your face with toilet paper, trying not to smudge your foundation. Suddenly there’s a knock at the door and Donnie[’s voice comes from behind you.

“Y/n, are you ok in there? I thought I heard crying?”

“Fine. I’ll be a moment” you try and say calmly but the thickness of your voice gives you away that you’ve been crying.

You clean yourself up and open the door after practising a smile in the mirror, but you can’t conceal and big and wet your eyes look from the tears. You look at Donnie and want to start crying all over again, the way he looks you up and down once more.

“Ok, ok!” you break “you don’t have to rub it in! I look fat, I get it, enough with the eyeing me up and down!”

“You look fat? No, no not at all!” he holds his hands up as if you convey innocence. “I just couldn’t say in front of the others but...I wanted to tell you anyway”

“Tell me what?” you inquire

“That.... That when you walked though the door I felt like I’d seen an angel in person. That you radiate sunshine wherever you go and you have this amazing mind that never ceases to surprise me or make me smile and....And...I’m not sure if you like coffee, it’s kind of a heated debate. Is it too bitter or do you ruin coffee by adding sugar to it and-” He kind of begins to ramble at this point, but you get the picture

“Donnie!” You interrupt “I would love to get coffee with you some day. Hopefully soon...” You nervously twiddle your fingers in your other hand because you can’t believe this is really happening, that he feels the same way and you didn’t have to be the one to say it!

“See... That amazing mind can even see through my nervous bumbling words”

You both look at each other through seemingly fresh eyes now, now that you know how the other feels. Smiling like idiots at one another, Donnie holds his arm out to you and tilts his head to suggest you get back to the party. You gladly take his arm, feeling up his bicep a tiny bit because you’re feeling playful and bold since what he just told you. He giggles a little at your wandering hands.

You get back to the party and the eyes of his brothers turn to you, arm in arm and both blushing like school children.

“I was wondering when that was going to happen” Raph raises an eyebrow to show he’s impressed.

“Mikey!” Leo calls over “you owe me $10, he wasn’t too chicken to tell her”

You both look at each other before bursting out laughing and turning back to them.

“You could at least pretend to be surprised!” you say through belly laughs

They all feign a gasp before saying “no” in unison.

You spend the rest of the party in Donnie’s arms, it’s almost like now that he has you, he can’t let you go for anything- not that you mind in the slightest. If he could hold you for the rest of your life, you’d be happy and suddenly it occurs to you; if you play your cards right, he might just be able to hold you for the rest of your lives- together. The thought if it brings a warm smile to your face as you press your cheek closer against Donnie’s torso which evokes a small churr from him. Maybe you’d save the whale bone corset for another occasion, but for now, you’d found someone who cares about you for exactly as you are.

Fin

[yikesharringrove]

Billy and Steve trying to get freaky for the first time after their baby is born while she’s takin a nap (cute lil mango) and Steve being insecure because of how his body looks after pregnancy (stretch marks, he has tits now wtf, etc.) and Billy just being so lovely and caring

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

This part has smut but very little plot so you can skip it if that’s not your vibe (yes I have more requests for more parts)

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So, since this is ABO, I typically imagine male omegas as being on the intersex scale, as it makes more sense to me in terms of pregnancy and stuff, so basically he has a small penis and a vagina.

There’s also mentions of lactation ad stuff, so again, it that’s not your vibe, the next one will be posted soon.

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“She’s down.” Billy climbed into the bed behind Steve. “She was exhausted. Went out like a light.” Mina was a month and a half old now, was finally able to go more than two hours before needing to be fed. Billy pressed himself against Steve’s back, started kissing his neck, running one hand up his thigh.

Steve could feel that he was getting hard against his ass.

They hadn’t had sex since Steve really popped. Not that Steve wasn’t super horny with all his hormones dialed up to eleven, he just, his body was so different.

Once his belly went from a little chub to pregnant, he got stretch marks, big stripes all over his belly from getting so big so fast. But he also got tits. He didn’t totally mind them, when he pumped or when Mina fed, they were small enough to look like pecs. Hell Billy’s were probably bigger than his at this point, but even they had stretch marks on them and they were so tender, his nipples just like hurt, all the time now. And when they were full, he was a solid C cup.

With Mina born, his stomach was round like it was, it looked deflated.

Billy hadn’t really even seen him topless in a while.

Billy had slipped one hand between his legs, rubbing at him gently.

Steve had needed four stitches after giving birth, had gotten them out a week ago, was told everything was okay, that he could have sex, take knots again.

“You wanna?” Billy nipped at the soft skin on his neck. Steve could feel his slick, definitely wanted to. But then Billy pushed one hand up his sweater.

Steve pushed his hands away.

“Sorry, Bill. I’m just, not right now.” He curled into himself.

“Baby, talk to me. I can smell you.” He manhandled Steve until he was facing him. “What’s wrong?” Steve huffed.

“I just, I look so different. Like, I’m all soft and squishy now, and I just, I don’t want you to see me like this.” Billy rolled on top of Steve.

“If you really don’t want to have sex, that’s fine, but if you’re just nervous about me seeing your body, Pretty Boy, I love your body. It’s gorgeous, at all times. This body gave us our daughter, this body keeps her alive.” He started planting kisses to Steve’s neck. “Wanna worship this body.”

Steve took a shuddering breath.

“Okay.”

Billy looked at him for a second before sitting up, practically ripping his own shirt over his head. Steve felt down Billy’s body.

He had softened just a touch, hadn’t been working out as much while working every shift he could at the garage. But he was still muscled, just an even thicker slab of beef now.

Steve tried not to focus on Billy’s cut body as he worked his sweater over his head. Billy tossed it on the ground.

His stomach was soft, hung just a bit over the waistband of his sweatpants. He had taken to wearing nursing bras, found they helped when he got sore.

Billy reached around him to take it off, moving slow, giving him a I’ll stop if you say look. Steve let him take it off, let him sit back and look.

Billy ran light fingers over his stomach, his chest. He brushed over his nipples, making Steve gasp at the feather-light feeling.

“So beautiful.” He bent over, trailing wet kisses, his tongue over his body, began pulling his sweatpants down. He tugged them off, and just, kept, staring.

Steve felt so self conscious, nothing was the same since they had last done this. He tried to move his arms to cover himself, but Billy took his wrists, held his arms spread out, and just, looked.

“Bill-” Steve squirmed, closing his legs only to have Billy shove his hips between them. “Bill.”

“Just let me look. Wanna memorize how fucking beautiful for look.”

“I’m not-”

“Yes you are. You’re perfect.” Billy growled, made Steve whine high in his throat. “Your body looks amazing, it just made a life.” He let go of his wrists, dropped down to kiss over Steve’s body, nipped over his stretch marks, flicking his tongue over his tender nipples, dropped between his thighs, licking one slow stripe up him.

He could taste all that slick, flicked his tongue along Steve’s little cock.

“Miss this pussy.” Billy buried his face between Steve’s legs, licking up inside him, making the most obscene noises. He slip one hand up Steve’s body, getting a nice handful of tit, squeezing it appreciatively.

Steve bucked his hips, writhing against Billy’s face, one hand tangled in his hair, the other holding onto Billy’s wrist.

“Bill, I’m gonna-” Billy sucked on his cock, two fingers sliding into him. Steve arched his back, shuddering and sobbing out as he came, tightening around Billy’s fingers.

Billy pulled off him, grinning at Steve, his mouth, his chin, covered in slick.

“Been months since I tasted you, made you cum like that.” Steve helped Billy worm his way out of his sweatpants.

He felt so good, had forgotten to feel ashamed of his body, just wanted Billy inside.

He whined as Billy tossed away his pants, his cock so hard, thick, slapping against his stomach. Steve wanted his knot.

He spread his legs a little more, bucking his hips.

“You want me? You miss my cock that bad?” Billy was smirking at him, flicking his thumb over his right nipple, the other hand playing with Steve’s cock.

“Fuck, Billy. I want you, want you to fuck me.” Steve made sure to pout in that way he knew Billy couldn’t resist.

Billy grinned at him, licking over his teeth. Steve’s heart sped up.

“Bill, I want, I want to be your mate.”

They had had this conversation several times since Steve got pregnant. Steve wanted to mate right away, but Billy wanted to wait, wanted it to be something special. He looked seriously at Steve.

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck yes, I’m sure. Fucking bite me.” Billy spread himself over Steve, looking into his eyes.

“I want you to bite me too.” Steve just stared at him. Most alphas didn’t like carrying bond marks from their omegas, just sunk their teeth into their omega to seal it. “Want us to be bonded to each other.” Steve just nodded, his eyes glassy.

Billy reached one had down to adjust himself, slid into Steve in one motion.

They went slow, staring into each other’s eyes, hands intertwined over Steve’s head.

“You’re so perfect. I love you so fucking much.” Billy said the words pretty much into Steve’s mouth.

“I love you, I love you, Bill. Wanna, wanna be with you, forever.” Billy’s knot was beginning to swell, began tugging at Steve.

“You ready, Sweet Thing?” Billy was nuzzling against Steve’s throat, against the soft gland that would bear their mark.

“I’m ready, Billy. Want you.”

His knot caught inside of Steve, and he sunk his teeth into his neck.

Steve arched up, crying out as he came again, the pain in his neck, the overwhelming pleasure he felt from Billy’s knot, from his teeth latched into his flesh. Billy let go, licking over the spot to soothe it.

He offered himself to Steve, pretty much placing his neck onto Steve’s mouth, murmuring do it into his ear.

Steve clamped down, sent a shock through Billy spine, sent him flying over the edge, cumming deep inside Steve, groaning into his hair. Steve pulled his mouth off, kissing the small marks he had left behind.

Billy slumped on top of him, stroking his fingers over Steve’s collar bone, lis little breast, his bond mark.

“I love you. So much.” Steve chirped, just once in the back of his throat, his eyes half closed.

“I love you too, Bill.”

[doodle-zombie]

Lamia Bonding #15: That Happened

Warning: Mentions of scars and abuse.

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It was, once again, time for a shopping day. Valerie didn’t like to go shopping once a week, since it took so long to drive into the nearest town, so she put it off to once a month. Unlike last time, she was much more knowledgeable on how to handle her boys when it came to being gone for a long time. They knew she would be going out the next day when she cleaned out the fridge and cabinets, tossing out what none of them ate and making a list of what everyone wanted. Sangria and Marmalade didn’t seem anxious about her leaving but she had known that Currant was basically dying inside over her possibly leaving him behind again.

“Make sure you’re ready to go tomorrow, Currant,” she told him, knowing he had trouble asking still. Valerie pretended not to see the way that he perked up. “The sooner we leave the quicker we can get back home.”

“don’ need ta tell me twice,” Currant grumbled.

Her decision to bring him along while leaving the larger boys to guard the house proved to be a wise one because Currant was more than enough to keep anyone else at bay. She’d gotten so used to having such sweet boys in her life that she often forgot Currant and Sangria were venomous in the first place. And Lapis was so small that he didn’t come off as very threatening to people who saw him, being that Corny were pretty common and the only type she saw more than them were Papythons. Valerie had initially thought Corals wouldn’t raise many eyebrows but she was given an immediate wide berth for just having Currant at her side.

Sure, he was venomous and could deliver a nasty bite if he wanted but he was her sweet boy before all that.

“People are so dumb,” Valerie told the two of them, flopping on a bench. It was early enough that she was able to get in some exercise for the lazier boys before they got down to the shopping. Anyone who thought Currant didn’t sit in the cart obviously didn’t know him well, he’d even made sure a blanket was brought so he wouldn’t get cold.

“fuck people,” Currant agreed, delighted when his cursing earned the scandalized glare from a couple of old ladies walking by.

Honestly, Valerie imagined having Currant with her is how mothers must feel when they had more than one kid. He would insist on sitting in the cart, which meant she wouldn’t have as much room in it for whatever she needed at the store, so she would be carting around two carts instead of one. It wasn’t a deal-breaker or anything that would make her consider rehoming him but she sometimes wished there were other monsters that she could adopt that would be able to push a cart alongside her. You know, without having five feet of tail trailing along behind them. Because Val refused to get a human roommate and she definitely didn’t want a child or anything in that vein.

“ya got an audience, val.”

Lapis’s voice in her ear pulled Valerie from her musings. She looked in the direction his hands pulled a lock of her hair towards. Indeed, she didn't have an audience. A little boy that couldn’t have been past 13 (she had trouble judging the ages of kids but he was pretty small) and hidden half behind him was the first full-sized Pygmy she’d ever seen. But her SOUL damn near cracked at the sorry state of the little guy. Sangria and Marmalade both had cracks in their skulls from running off predators around the house but this was the first time she’d seen a city-dwelling lamia have any hint of injury. And it was a huge crack that ran straight through his left socket, an injury that must have been so traumatic at some point the light had never returned to his socket after he healed.

Her first instinct was to get angry at the kid but it was obvious that wouldn’t go over very well.

“Hey lil’ guy,” she crooned, paying no mind to the human child and focusing on the Pygmy. He was nothing like the ones she’d seen at the adoption center, timid and quiet, and even Currant seemed at a loss.

“Uh… hi,” the kid squeaked, nervously wringing his hands and looking around. Warning bells were going off in Valerie’s head, along with the feeling she should have been looking for cameras. This stuff only happened in movies, right? “So, so I saw you have a couple lamia. And… and I wondered if you wanted another one?”

Did she hear alarm bells or a whole alarm siren blaring in her ears? Sure, you could adopt a lamia for free from a center and, if you appeared nice enough, there wasn’t really a process to see who would take the best care of them once they left the center but this was a stretch. Not a lot of parents wanted to get a lamia for their kid so when you saw a child that did have a lamia they tended to be best buddies. These two did not look like buddies.

Closer inspection revealed that the Pygmy had a leash on, hidden beneath a tattered bandana that looked like he’d never gotten a new one. He looked incredibly underweight too. Pygmy weren’t the largest lamia (they were, in fact, the smallest) but they usually didn’t look like a stiff breeze would dust them either. Known for their energy, they didn’t get chubby but they at least kept their magic health up. Valerie was looking at one sick little Pygmy, face flushed under her scrutiny and scales dull from lack of proper care.

Stars above, did he have old scales stuck on him?

“Listen, kid,” Valerie huffed, unable to contain the frown. “You don’t just beg your mommy and daddy to adopt for you and then decide you don’t want them anymore.”

“I didn’t ask them to get him,” the kid blurted, his loud voice making the Pygmy flinch and shuffle towards Currant. As if the little lamia needed protection from a child. “Mom needed to work more and she didn’t want to pay a babysitter… so, she… she…”

“Are you shitting me?”

Under different circumstances, Valerie might have felt bad about swearing in front of a child but that, that was a disgusting reason to get a lamia! A free babysitter? In a sick way, it made some kind of sense. Pygmy had an overabundance of energy that would be useful in keeping up with children and they had a high drive to complete tasks, they were very good at playing with kids and other pets. But they were small. And nothing could force a child to respect a Pygmy the same way they would a human babysitter, who would have the authority needed to put them in line. The sweet nature of a Pygmy would be too easy for them to run roughshod over, which would get the Pygmy in trouble with whatever demons acted as parents.

The scar the lamia had suddenly seemed a lot worse.

“Who hurt him, then?” She was determined she would learn who had done damage to the lamia if nothing else. “Because I may not be able to punch a child but if it was your mom or dad I will punch someone in the kidney.”

“badass.”

“heh.”

Currant and Lapis already knew that Valerie would gladly throw hands to protect any of them but she was threatening a good bite more harm.

“Um, it was my kid brother. He tried to put a hand in Pygmy’s socket and then smacked him with a toy truck…”

“OK, kid, what the fuck?!”

Currant and Lapis did not find this funny. She couldn’t see the way their eye lights went out and how they stared at the kid. The poor Pygmy knew they were talking about him and attempted to cover his face with a whine. Val didn’t have a maternal bone in her body when it came to humans but she absolutely would fight a bitch over a small skeleton being sad.

“Oh, baby, I’m not mad at you,” she soothed. “Who could be mad at such a cute boy?”

Her experience with Pygmy was an absolute zero but Valerie did have some idea of what might ease an anxious lamia. Currant could be anxious as well and she’d gotten pretty good at helping him feel at ease.

“Can you repeat after me, sweetie?” Valerie asked, getting down to her knees beside Currant. She waited until the Pygmy nodded, but Currant and Lapis were both watching her as well. “Say, ‘Nobody is mad at me.’”

The Pygmy didn’t say anything, looking at the kid who was willing to hand him off without a second thought. Well now, that wouldn’t do.

Apparently, her boys could suddenly read minds.

“nobody ‘s mad at me.”

“no body to be mad at.”

Leave it to Lapis to get the reaction, even if it wasn’t what she had hoped for. The Pygmy in question huffed in a very disapproving way but he was smiling now, showing off his little fangs. His one good eye light seemed to focus with laser intensity and suddenly he realized that neither of the boys she had with her looked at all anxious or unhealthy. In fact, bringing Currant and Lapis worked in her favor because they both had a healthy amount of chub on their tails and scales that glittered in the light. They were perfectly happy individuals.

He may not have vocalized what she said but he zoomed into her belly, bowling her over. She hit her back on the grass with a little ‘oomph’. When she looked up, the kid was gone.

Well, looks like she would have a lot of explaining to do when she got home.

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Despite what Valerie wanted to do, she couldn’t just drop her planned day of shopping to go home empty-handed when she was supposed to be appeasing her boys. And rewarding all the good behavior. So she simply resigned herself to dealing with Currant and the new addition while she tried to convince herself that she shouldn’t name the Pygmy. Once she named him she just knew that he wouldn’t be leaving her, no matter how any of her boys reacted to the news. In typical fashion, he was an absolute darling who made himself incredibly useful as soon as he’d realized they were going to the store.

It was adorable to have such a tiny helper.

He couldn’t push a cart by himself but he was perfectly willing to grab things on the lower shelves so she could add them to the basket. It was too cute, how eager he was to shop with her, but Val didn’t blame him one bit. After who knows how long as a live-in babysitter he needed the change of pace, and he was an amazing assistant. His energy was similar to a shrunken down, much sweeter tempered version of Sangria. The little guy was still incredibly nervous around children, she noticed, but Val avoided children herself so it didn’t become an issue.

The nonfood shopping was done first because she could put a lot of those items in with Currant, but as they were going towards the food she spotted the most adorable little scarf. It wasn’t meant for lamia, clearly meant for a child, but it was a very pretty shade of blue and she was weak to the way the Pygmy’s eyes had zeroed in on it. His bandana was ruined and he would look just adorable with a little scarf done up properly.

And it matched a pair of gloves she’d seen online that would make him the cutest little thing ever.

Being an adult with no self-control, she bought the scarf and a new shirt, very aware of the dilated eye lights staring up at her.

She was going to keep him, it was an inevitable fact she’d been foolishly lying to herself about.

“Admiral,” she murmured, getting his attention by pointing towards the candy on the lower shelves. “Warheads, please. And a bag of your favorite.”

The poor Pygmy looked confused. His previous family hadn’t even given him a name, choosing to just call him his lamia type instead, so she maintained her patience and repeated his new name. Admiral beamed at her, zipping around in delighted circles, and she finally got to hear the excited babble she’d been looking for. His name on repeat. When it came to the Warheads he had no trouble grabbing a bag but after that, he seemed to just… freeze?

Oh the poor baby, had he never been given candy before?

“Clearly I should find your previous abusers and have some strong words,” she muttered darkly. “We’ll get you one of the multi-packs, so you can try a little of everything.”

She was finally treated to the way he buzzed in place from excitement and it was cute. Sure, getting a Pygmy hadn’t been her original plan because they were a lot higher energy than she was and she had worried that it wouldn’t provide a good environment to live in. Not to mention her property was massive and a Pygmy would be easy pickings for some things that had lived in the woods. She wasn’t worried now because Sangria and Marmalade made sure that the woods were safe. And Sangria wouldn’t have to share his toys, she had a collection of stuff that was saved in a wishlist that she would finally have an excuse to buy.

The moment the second cart was filled to bursting she knew it was time to skedaddle on out of there. Valerie picked Admiral up off the ground and perched him upon her hip until he grabbed on, not wanting him to get lost or trampled on. Lifting him off the ground had the added benefit of allowing him to help move things out of the cart and onto the conveyer.

“My hero,” she told him when he beamed at her.

“Uh… your Coral won’t bite, will it?”

Valerie sighed, the weight of ignorance weighing upon her shoulders. Her day had been so stressful already that she had absolutely zero patience for discrimination of any sort.

“Listen, Linda,” she snarked, “just because he’s venomous does not mean he’s going to leap across the counter and rip your jugular out. He’s an absolute gem. So please, continue to just do your job and leave Currant alone.”

The poor (probably barely 19) cashier was quick to keep any other comments to herself. The rest of their interaction went by in silence and then she was left with trying to figure out how to get all this stuff to the car. What had been two carts was now three, obviously because nobody could figure out the same puzzle she’d done to pack the carts in the first place. That, and the cashier had avoided putting anything in the cart with Currant.

“Stars help me.”

With all the maturity of someone twice her age, Valerie looked the cashier in the eye and encouraged her Coral (who had been so well behaved the whole time) to coil around her. She looked like a lunatic with three lamia weighing her down but nothing would prevent her from making idiots look like idiots.

“Be glad I’m not venomous,” she deadpanned as she turned on her heel to walk out.

Apparently, it was sass day.

Walking with Currant and Admiral clinging to her was a unique challenge. They weren’t heavy to carry around so she wasn’t straining under excess weight but they were incredibly awkward to have on her when she was attempting to push one cart and pull another. She managed but it was quite the struggle.

Currant had gotten his exercise slithering around the park but it was nice that he would help put the bags into the back of the van. And Admiral was an awesome helper. Between the three of them, it was easy to get all the bags out of the cart and into the van. Such assistance couldn’t go without reward so she pulled out some candy for Admiral to try and gave Currant his favorite chips to munch on.

Lapis woke up for a snack, delightfully getting crumbs all over her neck and shoulder.

Valerie hadn’t been anxious in the store but as soon as she started the drive home she found her nerves were completely shot. Marmalade would accept her decision but she worried how Sangria might react. On one hand, he would have someone to play with but she didn’t know if he would see it that way. He still had a ways to go before he could be comfortable asking for things without having to seem enraged that she hadn’t read his mind.

Her worries weren’t unfounded. Sangria went still the moment he saw the new lamia, a warning hiss rattling from his ribs. Admiral was small but he didn’t seem to cower in the face of a Mamba’s ire. It was a tense stand-off until Valerie finally had enough and shooed the irate Mamba away.

“If you’re not gonna help you can go.”

“Rude,” Sangria barked back, swatting at her hands when she tried to grab some bags for herself. “We will be talking about this.”

Well, it was tame as far as Mamba threats went.

[acrobaticcatfeline]

Woah more??

Yup now for appearance in this. They all look different and different than our boy Thomas.

God so much aaaaaaa bear with me please I have such a clear vision on my boys.

OK so Patton

He has medium curly ginger hair, bright green eyes that make him nearly legally blind, his eye sight is crap. His glasses are little round blue ocean frames. He has a lil button nose with so many freckles and a giant smile with slightly wonky teeth. He's 6' with soft features and some chub. He's got beefy arms from handling animals and baby siblings so much. He's very tan, he works outside a lot.

He has a memorial tattoo for his parents as well as the date he found out they died written on his wrist. He has one silver hoop earring, a golden locket with a family picture before and after their folks died. He doesn't wear things on his wrists, it gives him a weird fear. His wardrobe is geeky or animal shirts with tons on blue jeans and khakis.

Virgil

Basically Thomas's hair but dyed blue red and grey. Dark brown eyes with perfect vision and a small nose. No freckles and small smile, about 6'2, Patton's jealous. Has an angular face and is very lithe. He doesn't look muscular, but trust me he is stronger than he looks. He's nearly as tan as Patton because sports, and has barely visible self harm scars.

He has a similar memorial tattoo that's on his neck. He has black gages, snake bites, and an eyebrow piercing. His has a silver locket that matches Patton's, that he wears with a black leather choker and arms full of spirit bands. He's either got his black and purple emo aesthetic, his white and blue uniform, or his Letterman with a white tee and blue jeans. He has more band shirts than he knows what to do with. He hates his teammates, they suck at the game and they're awful people so most people didn't know he was on the teams until he wore his uniform cuz he talks shit about them so much.

Logan

Short straight ginger hair with light brown eyes and poor eye sight. Has owls on his round frames in grey. Medium nose, more freckles than stars in the sky, average sized smile with perfect teeth. He's 5'8 and his face is pointy enough to stab someone. He's nearly skin and bone but eats like a fucking horse. He has scars on his torso and part of his face from some really bad bullies. Virgil dealt with that quickly. He's really really pale.

He has his parents names and the day they died tattooed behind his left ear. He has his ears, septum, and tongue pierced. He has the same locket Virgil has, a giant charm bracelet, and a leather cuff link all from his parents. He wears simple outfits, mostly hipstery outfits that come from Patton's old shirts and pants and Virgil's old jackets, or science and math joke tees. He also wears hats every single day he has so many it's honestly not funny.

Roman

Short curly brown hair and dark green eyes with perfect vision. He has a big nose and a few freckles on his face with a wide toothy grin. 4'6 with chubby cheeks and a muscular body. He's pretty pale, and has a few scars from falling off the stage in theatre.

He wants a bar of music as a tattoo that reminds him of his parents. He has the same locket as Logan and Virgil and has his ears pierced, and wants to get a nose piercing. He wears theatre nerd shirts and clothes that are usually 2-3 sizes too big.

OK I think that's all I really have other than some info on their relationships.

[biotechniczeal]

-- choriocytosicInquisitor [CI] began pestering biotechnicZeal [BZ] at 15:03 --

CI: C!TR!N, MY LOVE.

CI: H!.

BZ: OH ZHIT IT'Z DAT BOI.

BZ: what'z up??

CI: WHADDUP !S... me wonder!ng when you w!ll be v!s!t!ng Lauct!s? >80

CI: W!ll that be soon?

BZ: YEAH, ACTUALLY. i've been packing my zhit.

BZ: i juzt had to make a few arrangementz firzt...

BZ: lmao it'z weird being productive.

CI: !t's not we!rd. !t's good ?or you! And there?ore, TERR!BLE ?or th!ngs !? you mean ?or them to be ?un.

CI: ! m!ss you. 8(

BZ: i mizz you too. B(

BZ: IT BLOWZ... but at leazt i'm keeping myzelf buzy at leazt.

BZ: alzo... zoon... ZOON.

CI: HOW SOON. ! can come see you R!GHT NOW.

CI: !? you tell me where you are.

CI: !'ll go ?!nd you!

BZ: OH FUCK.

BZ: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

BZ: in that caze i'm at my dadz' houze.

CI: Your dads' house????? BUT HOW CAN ! RAV!SH YOU W!TH SMOOCHES !? !'M AWARE YOUR DADS ARE HOME!!!!

BZ: plz.... they're probably too buzy zmooching each other or zomething.

CI: Strangely enough, that doesn't make me ?eel better about the arrangement.

BZ: LMAO i know it'z grozz.

BZ: but ztill.

CI: Okay.

CI: ! w!ll now proceed to vo!ce my compla!nts !n success!on.

CI: Aaa.

CI: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

BZ: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

CI: WHY MUST EVERYTH!NG BE D!??!CULT!

CI: ?!ne. !'m go!ng over anyway.

BZ: u fuckin' better.

BZ: >8P

CI: PREPARE YOUR PER?ECT BUTT, MR. STR!DER.

BZ: IT'Z READY.

CI: THAT D!DN'T TAKE LONG AT ALL! !'M SHOCKED.

BZ: that'z my butt'z zecret, ruleuz...

BZ: it'z alwayz ready.

CI: 8)

CI: !'M ON MY WAY.

BZ: B)

BZ: ZEE YA.

CI: *Perhaps close to a whole hour later, Ruleus is STORMING into the Casa de Strider English Captor and bullying J Dad awake from his nap. WASSALLA HULLABALO? It's Ruleus in the main living area.*

BZ: *citrin floats in when he hears a whole lot of hollering, which isn't unusual, but there's the distinct sound of RULEUS HOLLERING so he's here.* RULEZ ZTOP HAZZLING MY DAD GOZH!!

CI: *Here he is, the tall lanky fish caveman spongebob meming at Citrin.* CITRIN!!!

CI: JAKE: *still blinking heavily and sleepily, half waving an actual pistol around* Hoh rascals... you boys. You know better than to-- *mumble mumble, he's getting comfy back into the couch.* Take it to your room fellazzz.... zzzz

BZ: *snorts at ruleus and jake... they're both dorks... but here comes the peach, rocketing himself in ruleus' direction so he can cling to him.* eheheheheh!

BZ: you heard the man, let'z zplit.

CI: *HUP, naturally ends up carrying Citrin up in his arms.* GLUB. RIGHT! As you wish!!!! *scurries out of there, peach in tow.* Sorry Mr. English!

CI: JAKE: *snorts and waves his hand. Get on out you crazy kids.*

BZ: eheheheh... *buzzes all the way to his room, and once they're out of sight down the hall, he's covering ruleus in smooches.*

CI: Pfft prfbthth, that TICKLES. *scolds him, but not before ducking right into his room first. Stops dead in his tracks.* Wait.

CI: This is YOUR room, right?

BZ: LOL. well if u don't hear zim, dru or vic zcreaming then i think we're good. *looks over his shoulder*

BZ: YEAH WE'RE GOOD.

CI: OKAY. *launches Citrin onto his bed.* BYE.

BZ: WEEEEE. *there he goes. he lands and bounces gleefully. BUMBLES BOUNCE.* eheheheh.

BZ: *curls finger at him after posing seductively.*

BZ: /come hither./

CI: *launches for the bed, flailing his limbs. SCREAM. Casually drops on Citrin.*

BZ: DOOF.

BZ: *clings to him and ROLLS.*

CI: >8) *He is FEARSOME AND LARGE and not at all twiggy. There they go, rollin like a tumbleweed.* Ahhhhhhhh, I've missed you sweet peach.

CI: Even a finful of weeks is TOO MUCH.

BZ: ENOUGH IZ TOO MUCH. *giggling against his fins as they roll.*

BZ: pretty zoon we'll be in the zame place though... PERMANENT LIKE.

BZ: i'm gonna hit up nannerz later zo we can zcope out placez to live. oh zhit. *sits up while he's on top of ruleus.* BTW...

BZ: dadz cubed hooked up at the zkaianet branch on lauctiz in the bioengineering department!! >80 juzt an internzhip for now but ye.

CI: An internship??? *his fins perk until he's grinning wide. Yessss, Citrin perched on top of him was the best view. But Ruleus has to roll up to sit and scoop him in another hug.* THAT'S SUCH GREAT GLUBBING NEWS, CITRIN. I KNEW YOU WOULD NEVER HAVE TOO MUCH TROUBLE!!!!

CI: Will you be needing help searching for a place to live? Should I come with you and Ananya?

BZ: eheheh... *flushes a nice shade of peach, leaning into the embrace.* ummm.

BZ: the more the merrier tbh...

BZ: PLUZ it'll be your place too, zo??

BZ: bazically tho idk what the fuck i'm doing.

CI: Neither do I??? *content enough to let Citrin sit on his lap, hugging on him.* But HMMM. Yes. I think I will have to discuss this with Sileas.

CI: I'm not shore what plans he has EXACTLY. But it's a shame we can't all LIVE TOGETHER. It seems ridiculous that we can't. 8/

BZ: lol... yeah... it'z a real zhame...

CI: *tilts head at him* What would your preferences be?

BZ: *shrugs* nothing zuper FANCY... i'm pretty content with a lil apartment or a condo in the city.

CI: WELL YES. But in terms of living arrangements?

BZ: UHH... *sweats* you, me, and ananya?

CI: *looks off thoughtfully* And Sileas isn't included. *It's not a question but an observation.*

BZ: I MEAN...

BZ: i wanna ztay with ananya but... YIKEZ.

BZ: thoze two couldn't pozzibly live together. lbr.

BZ: there would be blood.

BZ: THERE HAZ BEEN BLOOD.

CI: I KNOW. *facepalms* How many more bridges must Sileas burn before he's SATED. I haven't a clue.

BZ: *fidgets a little.* zo like... i dunno. if you guyz talk and he wantz you to ztay with him then uh... that'z cool too. *he knows things... he just doesn't know if these THINGS have come to fruition yet.*

CI: But how fair would that be to you? *furrows his brow with all the fidgets and factors he has to take into account*

CI: Maybe it would be best if I lived on my own.

BZ: ... *nuzzles at him* hey, i'm juzt zaying... whatever you wanna do, i won't be far, right?

BZ: and... no matter where you're at, zileaz iz INEVITABLY gonna have to deal with a lot of me. *smiles a little*

CI: I don't think that's up for debait! *sighs and envelops Citrin in another hug* He can gripe all he likes. I will plant a fresh foot up his posterior.

CI: I just...

CI: Don't sea it all as fair.

CI: If it was only at his expense, I could honestly see myself NOT GIVING A CLAM. *But he knew it didn't work that way. He hugs on Citrin tighter.*

BZ: *buzzes softly, comfortingly... he had to admit to himself, this made him feel pretty darn important.* well... juzt talk to him about it and zee what he'z got to zay.

BZ: if you think having your own place iz the mozt fair then i'm cool with that... really.

CI: *Buries his face by the crook of his neck, absorbing the buzzes.* I would miss you.

BZ: ... gay. *kisses at the side of his head, squeezing him tighter.*

BZ: we'll get it worked out, ruru.

CI: I know... Unfortunately, you're contagious. *grins and gently nibbles the chub. Yum.*

BZ: hrrrkk. *wheezes until the giggles UNLEASH.* fuckin' RUDE.

CI: Isn't it??????????? I should have taken extra precautions before handling you. *peck peck, he steals some smooches*

BZ: FOOLIZH. eheheheh. *gets his revenge by holding ruleus' face in his hands and pressing a big kiss right on his fishy lips.* <3

CI: *BLUH, only not really. Citrin is really actually the best. He meets Citrin's big smooch with a bigger smooch from himself. Mwwwaaah.* I did this to myself. *muffled*

BZ: yep... now u gotta zuffer the conzequencez... *leans into him with all his fat weight so they're lying down again.*

CI: *is thoroughly squished under Citrin's GIRTH.* Should I die, tell them all I died as I lived. *purring from somewhere*

BZ: yez... zmothered betwixt peach cheekz.... *snnrrkks before dragging his kisses down towards his fin and then to his neck.*

CI: *ends up giggling, squirming from under Citrin* That TICKLES-- oh. Sorry.

CI: (Your dad.)

BZ: yez zhhhhh. *nibbles on him.* don't wake daddy. *SNRK.*

CI: That's difficult to do when you are being so... (Ticklish.) *paps him on the butt.*

BZ: yeah?? it ticklez in ur tummy?? >;) *he's papped... but it only makes him STRONGER. nibbles at his collar bone now. a frisky peach.*

CI: *SNORTS and ends up huffing about the rascally teeth prickling his collar. His hand comes up to stroke into the fluff of Citrin's hair instead.* In a particular kind of way, yes. Hmmm. *hums as if thinking.*

CI: We shouldn't get too distracted.

BZ: *buzzes softly...* why not? we can get diztracted for a LITTLE while...

CI: *laughs, scritching at his hair* I could compose, at very least, a small dramatic essay for you to ignore about all the reasons why we /shouldn't/ get "distracted" in your dads' house. But I also think I should tell you about...

CI: Sileas. And him wanting to matrimonialize our quadrant.

BZ: *peeks up at him but... doesn't really look surprised. he just rests his chin on ruleus' chest.* zo he went through with it, huh??

BZ: eheheh... he told me he waz going to. er, or that he WANTED to. but he waz being a dork about it...

BZ: like dur citrin do you think i zhould?? and i'm like bruh.

CI: *Exhales in relief, glad that at least Citrin knew about it. He purrs low in the backburner of his throat.* So he had the maturity and foresight enough for THAT at least. He's really bad with this kind of thing... when it comes down to it.

CI: It's another huge shame because I would not like his dumb baby butt feelings to get in the way of my relationship with you. Or any of our other corresponding relationships. *wrinkles his nose* He and Ananya greatly need an auspistice.

BZ: TELL me about it... but who iz ztrong enough for the tazk... eheheh. *nuzzles to his chest.*

BZ: ... i did really appreciate him talking to me. um... i'm not alwayz...

BZ: really zure where i ztand? er... idk. quadrant ztuff iz confuzing, you know? but when he came at me talking about that and rezpecting my input about you guyz and you going to lauctiz it really... helped clear up zome of my doubtz, i guezz.

BZ: he'z DUMB but at leazt he carez enough about you to look out for me too. and include me in all thiz.

CI: *Lip juts out, distressed by the idea of Citrin still having doubts about things... but ultimately, he puts it to rest.* I've always wanted you included.

BZ: i know... i'm juzt-- DUMB TOO... *looks guilty*

BZ: and i get confuzed.

CI: Citrin... You're not dumb for needing reasshorance. 8(

CI: You are an important part of the reason I would like to move to Lauctis. So the two of us can have a chance at augmenting all the GOOD we can do. Between ourselves...

CI: You inspire me a lot of the time.

BZ: ... *smiles at him bashfully.* yeah? eheh...

BZ: you too...

BZ: i wouldn't have even thought about moving... and i definitely wouldn't have motivated myzelf to get work if i wazn't... thinking about the kind of future i'd get to have with you if i did...

CI: *Citrin's honest bashful smiles should be bottled and kept away for rainy days. Ruleus is so smitten. He clears some hair out of his face.* There's plenty of time to figure it out.

CI: But I do want to figure it out. *takes up his hands and squeezes, nuzzling at his forehead.* No matter how long it takes.

BZ: *holds ruleus' hands tight, so relieved he feels like he might cry, his throat restricting and making his giggles rattle out hoarsely.* eheheh... me too...

BZ: i love you, ruleuz.

CI: *The words warm deep down in his bloodpusher and he's sure he's going to carry them for all of time. Ruleus's purrs roll anew.* I love you too, you silly peach. *murmurs, pecking a cool kiss right to his nose.*

BZ: no ur zilly... *catches him up in more kisses, humming against his lips.*

BZ: ... you zure we can't get diztracted juzt a little...

CI: It's tempting... but-- *he lingers, drawn into his warmth. His inviting softness. Flicks a fin remembering his trail of thought.*

CI: ...

CI: I can hear your dad snoring all the way over here. 8/

BZ: ... yeah that iz kind of a turn off...

BZ: BUT LATER.

BZ: you're gettin' it.

CI: Oh... *goes wall-eyed a little bit.* You know I never do get used to how plainly you put things.

BZ: GOOD. it makez it more fun for me when you're fluztered every time.>;)

CI: Whale how do you EXPECT me to act?? *HUFFS* You...

CI: Fluster me. 8(

BZ: FAIR. there really iz no other way to rezpond... i mean... LOOK AT ME!!