#brushy's stories

[lesbxdyke]

I could think of no better way to share the news than this!

So when I was 17, my cat went missing and I'd given up hope of ever seeing him again.

Until on Monday, 27th of May, 2024, my friend sent me a FB post asking 'isn't that your mother?' about the person named on the microchip.

Here he is! 16 years old, and found safe, twelve whole years after he went missing!

Yesterday (Tuesday the 28th of May, 2024) I went to the rescue that had him, and I reclaimed my boy, renaming him Artie! (He'd originally been called 'Cat' because my mother and I couldn't decide on a name)

He's home safe with me now, currently inhabiting my bathroom and purring up a storm every time someone goes in there!

I'll be doing slow introductions between him and my current cat to give them the best possible chance of living in harmony!

Here's some pictures of Artie once we let him out of the carrier:

[egophiliac]

WAIT when did he get FANGS

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

duties of the local hotel manager lesbian, plus one very desperate snake man

Sir Pentious: "PLEAAASSSSSE!!!"

Vaggie: "Ugh.” (reading clipboard) “Not now."

Sir Pentious: "PLEASSSE HELP ME!"

Vaggie: "I'm busy."

Sir Pentious: "PLEASSSSe? I will do anything! I, ah, I will do ALL the THINGSSS!!"

Vaggie: "I'm not giving you dance lessons! Do you know what my job here is?"

Sir Pentious: "YES! You are the expert in the loving of women!!"

Vaggie: "I'm hotel manager, and it's one woman singular-"

Vaggie: "Hostia! Let go!"

Sir Pentious: (clinging to her ankles) "I AM BEGGING YOU!"

Vaggie: "And what did I just say? No!"

Sir Pentious: "Help me, purple female! You're my only hope!!"

Vaggie: "Stop calling me that." (starts walks)

Sir Pentious: (still clinging) (getting dragging) "Forgive me! I will call you anything you want, anything you desssire!"

Vaggie: (glaring) (dragging him) "How 'bout my name."

Sir Pentious: "Your... name??"

Vaggie: "That thing I have that no one other than Charlie ever bothers to use-"

Vaggie: -just like the fucking hotel doormat."

Vaggie: "Alright WHO TRACKED BLOOD AND GUTS IN HERE AGAIN!?"

Charlie: (distant) "Not it!"

Sir Pentious: "I'm alssso innocssssent!"

Vaggie: (at charlie)"I know it wasn't you, sweetie! You like the brushy sound the mat makes too much NOT to use it." (at pentious) "And no shit it wasn't you, Pentious. You don't have legs."

Sir Pentious: "And I alwaysss wipe my tail!"

Charlie: "Speaking of wiping, can we add some more disinfectant to the shopping list? I think I'm about to use all ours up..."

Vaggie: "Sure thing. Use it up on what though?"

Charlie: "We-lll..."

Angel Dust: "Hey don't look at me like that, Cheery'O! Not my fault ya walked in without knocking first!"

Charlie: "Angel." (deep breath) "The library is a common area..."

Angel Dust: "Any common area can be a CUMming area if ya jerk at it hard enough~"

Charlie: "VAGGIEEEE! Disinfectant?!"

Vaggie: "On it." (scribbling on clipboard) "No problem."

Sir Pentious: "SSORDID SSSALASCIOUSS SPIDER! Sssee? Aren't I a better guessst than he isss? Perhapss dessserving of one, ssssmall favor?? I do not befoul the hotel with my bedroom bodily fluidsss!"

Vaggie: "No, you just keep blowing holes in it."

Angel Dust: "Ohhhh! Blowing!"

Sir Pentious: "Aha! Not thiss week I haven't!!!"

Charlie: "Angel, not that I don't appreciate the help but, could you maybe not lounge right on the shelf I'm trying to look through-?"

Vaggie: "Really? No major property damage in seven whole days?"

Angel Dust: "I'm finding the perfect book for ya, Charlie chip. Here, look!"

Sir Pentious: "Oh ah, welll, there might be a sssmall hole sssomewhere.."

Charlie: "...you know Moby Dick is about a whale, right?"

Vaggie: "I guess it's still improvement."

Angel Dust: "And gaaaaaay shit yeah."

Charlie: "I'm kinda looking for a bedtime story..."

Sir Pentious: "Improvement yes exsssactly! Jussst has my DANSSCING could be improved!"

Angel Dust: "Two dudes share a bed an' everything in this and ya share one with Vaggity Fair. Perfect fit, I tell ya."

Vaggie: (groaning) "Not this again...."

Charlie: "...I guess.. she does like nautical things like ships..."

Charlie: ".. hey why are some pages stuck together OH ANGEL DUST EW!"

Angel Dust: "That's a five star review right there ain't it?"

Charlie: "I mean I GUESS so but UGH!"

Vaggie: "Charlie? Content warning for the book- the whale kills Ahab at the end."

Charlie: "He WHAT!? No!"

(thump)

Charlie: "BUT- but they're FRIENDS! BESTIES!"

Vaggie: "Not when your dad isn't reading the story sweetie, sorry."

Charlie: "Nooooooo...!"

Angel Dust: "Eh, nothin' some porn without plot fic can't fix. You can be the whale mermaid, V Gal can be the broody crazy ship captain, an' by the third paragraph someone's getting harpooned reeeeeal good and deeep-"

Charlie: "Stop helping me, please."

Angel Dust: "Nah. I'm too booored. Ya place is booooring, Charlie chip."

Sir Pentious: "I disssagreee! WHOLEHEARTEDLY!"

Charlie: "Thanks, Pen!"

Sir Pentious: "YOU ARE MOSSST WELCOME!"

Sir Pentious: (stares up at vaggie hopefully) (tail wagging)

Vaggie: "Pentious...." (sigh)

Vaggie: "Look. How the fuck do you even expect me to teach you dancing stuff when all you have is a tail? Do I look like I know how to do tail dances?"

Sir Pentious: "I DO NOT KNOW! I have no expertissssse in dancssssing! That issss why I sssso dessssperately require your help, oh wissssse and fearful hotel manager!!"

Vaggie: "Still not my name."

Sir Pentious: "PLEEEEEEEEESE-"

Vaggie: "Hold that thought. TO THE OTHER NON-CHARLIE IDIOTS LIVING HERE! Why won't you use the fucking doormat? What the fuck kind of first impression are you trying to make the hotel have!?"

Husk: (slumped over bar) "If we were aiming for a fucking honest impression, we'd need more blood and shit in this place."

Niffty: "Ooooh~" (puts two bugs and some ice in cocktail shaker and shakes) "Blooood."

Husk: "Case in fucking point you little creep."

Niffty: (GIGGLES)

Sir Pentious: "I! I think thisss isss a fine and upssstanding essstablissshment!!"

Husk: "Then you're a dumbass."

Sir Pentious: (HISS) "Ssslander! I DO NOT EVEN HAVE AN ASSSS!"

Vaggie: "Ignore him. Go back to sleeping off the hangover, Husk. You're still shit company right now."

Husk: (grumbles) (curls up under wing)

Niffty: (drapes washcloth over him and pulls out needle) "Blooood..?"

Vaggie: "No Niffty, whoever did this should deal with it this time. You go, uhhh- go catch and juice some more cockroaches or something-"

Angel Dust: "DID YA SAY JUICY COCK-"

Vaggie: "ROACHES YOU MORON! Bugs! Small unsexy creepy crawlies! And so help me you'd BETTER be unsexily helping Charlie decontaminate the library or I sWEAR-!"

Vaggie: "Wait I know those stupid dancing shoe tracks- maldita sea-!"

Vaggie: "ALASTOR!"

Alastor: (oozing from shadows) "Yeeees~?"

Vaggie: "These your shoe marks?"

Alastor: "Indeed they are! And I am TOUCHED you know me so well!"

Vaggie: "Wipe your feet next time. Or do I need to grab you by the scruff of your neck and rub your face in the mess you've made?"

Alastor: "Oh that won't be necessary my dear, even if you WERE capable of it!"

Vaggie: "So you know how to use a doormat?"

Alastor: "Of course~ I am QUITE skilled-"

Vaggie: "Great. Then wipe your feet."

Alastor: "..Now?"

Vaggie: "Now."

Alastor: "......"

Sir Pentious: (tugging at his pants leg) "Do asss sssshe ssasys, pleasse! I need her in a good mood!"

Alastor: "Hm..."

Alastor: (steps out of each and onto the mat) (whips shoes)

Alastor: "Satisfied?"

Vaggie: "Getting there. Now clean up your mess before Niffty has to."

Alastor: "Oh I wouldn't want to DEPRIVE her! All that fresh blood and viscera? You know how much she adores-"

Vaggie: "Then she can go out and clean the streets of hell in her free time for all I care but in this hotel she is not gonna waste her time picking up after you just because you can't be bothered to show her, or the HOTEL, a little fucking respect. You clean this up. Got it?"

Alastor: "You know, my dear." (shadows looming) "I'm not entirely certain you yourself 'get' wHo you ArE tALkINg TO....."

Sir Pentious: "AHHH!" (cowers behind vaggie) "SSSAVE ME MOTH WOMAN!"

Vaggie: (at alastor) "Ohh. Terrifying."

Vaggie: (at pentious) "Also not my name."

Vaggie: (at charlie) "Charlie!"

Charlie: (distracted) "Listen to Vaggie, Alastor! She's hotel manager for a reason- Oh EW what oh shit-"

(cRASH)

Vaggie: "Babe?"

Charlie: "I'm okay, I'm fine!!! We didn't need that glass cabinet anyway, not after what Angel Dust did all over it yesterday!"

Angel Dust: "SIX TIMES bab-y!"

Vaggie: "I don't want to know." (points at alastor) "You heard her."

Alastor: "I.. did."

Vaggie: "Then get cleaning."

Alastor: (sweeping bow as shadows start cleaning) "My pleasure my dear! Anything to stave off the inevitable FAILURE of this quaint little venture and so prolong your DAILY SUFFERING~"

Vaggie: (checking clipboard) "Uh-huh whatever."

Vaggie: (heads for door) (stops)

Vaggie: "Pentious. Let. GO."

Sir Pentious: "But-! Danssscing???"

Vaggie: "No."

Sir Pentious: (wailing) "Mercy, spear wielder! Take pity on meeeee!!!!!"

Vaggie: "Spear wielder? Seriously? Are you allergic to my name?"

Sir Pentious: "H-how could anyone be have an adverssse reaction to ssssomething sssso marvelousss ass-"

Vaggie: (crosses arms) "Then say it."

Sir Pentious: "Errr..... it???"

Vaggie: "My name."

Sir Pentious: "Oh! OH YESSS your NAME of coursssse!! Which issss lovely, but ah. Ah- that would be too- it would be too INFORMAL! Yesss! I am not worthy!"

Vaggie: "You don't know what my name is do you."

Sir Pentious: "I DO!!! Obviousssly!!"

Vaggie: "Then say it."

Sir Pentious: "Um..."

Vaggie: "Say my name, one time, and I'll pencil you in later for dancing tips."

Sir Pentious: "......that'ssss very.. generoussss... yesss, thank you...."

Sir Pentious: "...Erm...."

Sir Pentious: "....Miss... Morningsstar'ssss mate?"

Husk: (SNORTS)

Alastor: "Well I DO suppose that one COULD say~"

Vaggie: "I'm leaving." (pries pentious off) "Don't follow me."

Sir Pentious: "AH NO! NO I KNOW IT!!! Your name isss- VAGELISS!"

Vaggie: "Charlie? I'm heading out now, okay babe?"

Sir Pentious: "V- VIGILANTY???"

Charlie: "Okay! Love you, kissing you, missing you already! Be safe!!"

Sir Pentious: "VIRGINA! No ah, no wait-"

Vaggie: (blows kiss in charlie's direction) "Love you too sweetie~"

Sir Pentious: "You are VIRGINITY!!!!"

Husk: "HA."

Angel Dust: "Is she?!"

Charlie: "Noooope!"

Vaggie: "My name's a lot less ironic than that. Life didn't shit on me that hard." (heading out the door)

Sir Pentious: "NooooOOOOO!" (wiggling after her)

Sir Pentious: "Sssweet lesssbian, ssspare me! I would be on my kneesss if I had any! SSCION OF SSSSSAPPHO I IMPORE YOU- APHRODITE HASSS SSSTRIKEN ME WITH LONGING FOR A PYROTECHNIC HAZZZARD!!!!"

Vaggie: (stops)

A bug: (scurries by frantically) (pursued by cackling niffy)

Vaggie: "...you know Sappho's stuff?"

Sir Pentious: "Yesss? Ssshe isss, one of the greatessst loversss of women in hissstory! Asss a fellow lover of women, I admire her greatly!!"

Charlie: "Oh my dad- my dad and mom did to!!! Neat!"

Vaggie: "Hmm. I... guess..."

Sir Pentious: (eyes huge) "You, guesssss..?"

Vaggie: "Fine. I'll trade help with the shopping bags for a couple of dance lessons tonight. Fair?"

Sir Pentious: "Yess? YESSS! Mossst fair!" (claps hands) "MINIONS-!"

Vaggie: "No minions. You want the lessons you carry the bags."

Sir Pentious: "Ma'am!" (salutes) "My noodlessssque armsss are at your sssservissce!"

Vaggie: "I guess they're also gonna be what we mainly focus on in dancing."

Sir Pentious: "Oh- isss the bag carrying, for practicess then??"

Vaggie: (flexing shoulders) (wincing) "Uh, sure."

Sir Pentious: "P-practicesss for dipping my dansssce partner, or for getting dipped???"

Vaggie: "Whatever floats your boat. Ship. Whatever."

Sir Pentious: "Then I sssshall do my besst! Anything for HER!!"

Vaggie: "That's the woman-loving spirit."

Sir Pentious: "Ssssweet victory ssshall be mine at lassst! By the way, what ISSS your name?"

Vaggie: "You were close. It's very gay."

Sir Pentious: "You are miss Very Gay???"

Vaggie: "These days? Yeah. I sure am."

[0hviaexcuse]

In the Line of Work

By @lady-astras

For (person)

Story ~

THE SUN BEAT down on Gem’s neck, as was usual on a summer afternoon. The mountains she lived among usually provided welcomed shade, but today, she was working atop the plateau. That meant no clouds and no shade except for a couple of trees - that she had to cut down anyway.

Gem wiped her brow and sighed, leaning against a tree trunk. It was hot. All that she had done today was place a couple of wood blocks as a foundation for her to-be wizard tower, plan out a winding mountain path, and procrastinate a lot. 

She’d already visited Fwhip, so it’d be awkward to visit him again. Her gaze drifted to the southeast. She could almost see the wheat fields that occupied the majority of the Gilded Helianthia and Mythland lands.

Surely, the sun would be affecting Pearl as it was affecting her. And she was sure to be toiling away in the blistering heat, tilling wheat fields and tending to crops and building and whatnot.

Sighing, Gem made her way down the rough mountain path to her house embedded in the rock. She shielded her eyes from the bright glare of the light off of the amethyst crystal roofs. Her wings, made from the same material, hung on a hook by the door. She picked them up and strapped them on, grabbing her rockets as well before taking a deep breath and heading outside to do the routine jump off of her balcony.

Right, before I forget… some crystals might be important for healing, she thought to herself, racing back inside and opening a chest of amethyst shards. Gem pulled out some crisp, unbroken ones, pocketing them before heading to the balcony again.

On her way there, she tried to stick as much as possible to the mountain shades, finally giving up when she reached the planes. There were the Grimlands - Gilded Helianthia would not be farther now. Spotting her brother Fwhip, she swooped low to breeze past at a dangerously close distance, laughing mischievously when he almost screamed in surprise.

“See you!!” She called back, firing a rocket to gain altitude before soaring over the foundations of his palace towards Pearl’s humble kingdom.

There - where a forest of oak and birch trees began. Within those trees would be a large clearing, and there would be Pearl. Sure enough, when Gem fired a rocket and propelled forward, the brushy tops of wheat stalks appeared past the green leaves. 

Pearl was leaning against her shovel, eyes facing the ground to avoid the piercing sun despite her wide straw hat - which had a couple holes in it. Gem landed on the nearby path silently, carefully trekking through the wheat plants to avoid trampling any of them. Pearl looked up wearily when her shadow crossed her face. A bright smile immediately adorned it, envying the star that so tormented them today.

“Gem! Hi! How’re you doing? Quite sunny today isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, Pearl. Which is why you shouldn’t be out here working on your wheat fields.” Gem gestured to the expanses of dusty gold plants around them. “You are literally the number two wheat producer in the lands. Why do you need more?”

“C’mon Gemgem, it’s some friendly competition between neighbours! Sausage promised me a part of his unused land if I managed to produce more wheat than him! The offer’s too good to resist!” Gem raised her eyebrows.

“And? Pearly Pop, come on. You can always do it on a cloudier day or a cooler hour. Do you, by any chance, know what the phrase ‘take a break’ means?”

Pearl shook her head innocently, her eyes wide and mirthful. Gem groaned.

“Come inside, your wheat plants aren’t going to die if you abandon them for a couple of hours. Any sane person would wait until near sunset to do such strenuous labour.”

“Ay, but these plants ain’t gonna plant themselves are they now?”

“Your sense of logic is incredibly… what’s the word again?”

“Incredibly intelligent perhaps?”

“Most certainly that is not the word I am looking for. Come inside now and get some water, food, and rest.”

“Okay, who am I to argue with the great wizard Gem Tay?”

“Exactly. Now you’re getting it.” Gem took Pearl’s hand and led her along, her free hand taking Pearl’s shovel and carrying it. As they started walking, Gem noticed Pearl’s slow pace and masked limp. She whirled around once they were under the wooden awning’s shade.

“What happened to your leg?” She demanded. Pearl hesitated. Gem leaned the tool against the wall so she could cross her arms and tap her foot impatiently.

“Okay, fine. I got stabbed.”

“Oh Pearl! By?”

”I hit myself with my hoe. Don’t worry, it wasn’t that b…” Pearl trailed off, noting Gem’s furious expression.

”If you got hurt enough for you to limp like that it’s definitely bad. Come inside - I’m so glad I had the foresight to bring some crystals. You’re going to sit and rest for the rest of the day, and some cuddles wouldn’t hurt. It might help ease my anger, even.”

”What do you even have to be angry about?” Pearl complained, following Gem inside her house to her cooled bedroom. Gem sighed as the wind from her electric fan hit her sweaty face. Beside her, she could feel Pearl equally relaxing and enjoying the false breeze.

“Maybe you were right then, this is nice.” She admitted. Gem clapped her hands in triumph before extracting the violet crystals from a hidden pocket, and her grimoire from her bag. Pearl had chosen to wear pants for the occasion rather than her iconic green and gold dress.

”Roll up your pant leg, I have to see the injury.” Gem instructed. Pearl did so, and Gem simultaneously gasped and sighed in frustration.

”That is definitely bad. Okay, to the bathroom, rinse that off without soap. Go.” Pearl got up and blundered her way to the bathroom. Gem heard the sounds of splashing water as she opened her spell book to the corresponding page—Moderate Cuts, Bruises, and Other Abrasions.

Pearl limped her way back into the bedroom and plopped down on her bed with a sigh. “You found anything that’ll work?”

“You want a potion or a spell?” Gem asked, scanning the page. “The potion’s gonna take like twelve or so hours to brew if we do everything right, but the spell will be pretty uncomfortable and maybe even painful.

“Uh… spell. I deal with discomfort all the time - I work in a wheat field half the day for goodness sake. I can deal with it. I’m a strong woman.”

“That you are, Pearlo.” Gem replied affectionately, handing her two decently sized crystals. “One in each hand.”

“This feels like an occult ritual.”

“I’m literally a wizard, trust the process.”

“I do, Gemgem. I trust you very much.”

“Good.” Gem poured a few drops of healing salve around the wound. Pearl flinched.

“Is it meant to sting like that?”

“It’s the amethyst. Now shut up, this is technically a new spell and I want to make sure I get the pronunciation right.” She took a deep breath. “Sana aptissime mediu.” Pearl shivered again.

“Why does that tickle?” She whined.

“It’s meant to - the crystals are empowering the spell so the salve works faster. At least I got the spell right! I’ve never used the medium spell before.”

“If there’s crystals in the salve then why do I have to hold these ones?” She waved her hands and consequently the amethyst in them.

“Those help channel the magic all throughout your body, healing any other minor injuries you might have. Which, I think you had a good amount because that took a lot more of my energy than the book said it would.”

“You trust that book more than me.”

“It’s never lied to me.” Gem jabbed with a small smile. Pearl gasped loudly enough to indicate that whatever she was about to say was teasing.

“I would never lie to you! How could you ever suggest I’d betray you like that! All I did was not tell you, it’s not like I explicitly said I didn’t get hurt.” Gem smiled.

“Okay, whatever reasoning makes you believe you upheld your morals.”

“HEY! You’re implying so many incorrect things about me right now. How dare you even think I have morals?

Gem sighed again. “What can I do to make up the apparent insult to your personality?”

Pearl’s face shifted from surprised to thoughtful, then smug.

“CUDDLES!”

“Hey, that’s my thing! Thief!” Gem protested, carefully setting down her magic supplies on the floor by Pearl’s bed.

“Nuh-uh!” Pearl retaliated, taking Gem’s hands as soon as they were free and pulling her closer, making sure not to disturb her leg and the magic that was still working with it.

“Fine. I wanted those anyways.” Gem conceded. Immediately, Pearl cheered and wrapped her arms around Gem joyfully. “Don’t tell me you’d rather be working out there than in here with me.”

“If  I’m gonna be overly warm anyways, I’d rather it be because of you than the sun.”

“If you’re so warm then take off the blanket. Or turn up the fan or something.

“It’s a comfortable kind of warmth. Hey, my leg doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Good. Now be quiet.” They stayed in comfortable silence for a few minutes, Pearl holding tightly onto Gem despite the awkward position. Gem sighed, resigned to the fact that she wasn’t getting out of this bear hug any time soon.

“Hey Gem,” Pearl said after fifteen minutes of the only sound being the whirring of the fan and the desperate chirps of birds. 

“Hmm?”

“Are you a witch? Because, Gem, I think you’re enchanting me to love you like this.”

Gem huffed. “Not quite a witch, but I’m a wizard, it’s essentially what I do. And I can assure you that I have no love enchantments cast on you.” Pearl hummed.

“I wouldn’t be mad if you did turn out to, you know.”

“For Aeor’s sake Pearl! I am not enchanting you!”

“Suuure.” They fell back into silence.

“Hey Gem?”

“If this is another corny pickup line I will do things to you.”

“What kind of things?”

“You wanna know?”

“Eh… depends.”

“I will send you back out there in the heat and you will be working until sundown regardless of leg. Oh, and no more cuddles.”

“NO CUDDLES? So cruel. All I wanted to say was: I love you.”

“Oh, well, I love you too Pearl. You know, as a friend.”

[missamyrisa2]

omg so last night was the first time that both of my partners and i were all able to get together in almost a month and while we were cuddling they found out just how ticklish i am... long story short i ended up naked on the bed with my bf tickling my nipples, my gf tickling my princess parts, and both of them teasing me while i giggled and blushed between them. they want to tickle me when they see me again. any tips for how 2 doms can put a bratty sub like me in my place using tickles?

Oooh I do believe they've alreadyyy found such a perfectly cute method to tame your brattiness my dear~ working those buttons, making that royal triangle of gigglemoans is ever sooo perfect ~

But the thing is~~ that would be what they should do to tame you and make you soooo wantttyy and compliant~

Anddd I prefer to make a tickle brat overloaded with sassiness first ~ like ooh you wanna have a 'tude huh? Let's get alllll of that defiance out in the open then ~ let's just bullllyyy those feeetss and those pittiessss and annoyyy your ears and nose with a feather and you can cursssse and sassss and scream and protest alll you wantttt~ because we knowww you're neeedyyy toooo ~ you wannnt those *other* ticklesss sooo badlyyy you doooo ~

But you're not getting them not until you crack and beg and whimper for them, and admit how much of a bad attitude you have and how you're gonna adjust it to some whimpering moansssss and adorable gigglepleas yesss ~ until thennnn it's scrubby scrubby brushy tickles under the toesss and skittering endless strokes in the armpits and that sooooo annnoying feather under your noseee and along your ear and plenttttyyy of massaging squeezes on your kneees and elbows until you just cryyyy out in ticklishnessssss~

Maybeee then you'll get tamed ~ maybe thennn you've begged enough for the lovellyyy royal ticklesss~ to which you're gonna get overloaded a whole new wayyyy ~ with those girly chest buttons feathers and tweaked and tickled ~ and your girly pearl getting the makeup brush treatment until you tumble right over that edge like a goooood cute ticklebug~<33

[misscammiedawn]

Bella Gets Kisses (Part 4 of The Visit)

For the final entry of The Visit, Madison and Belladonna try to sneak in as much hypnotic fun as they can fit into their final hours before Madison returns home.

As a fun Easter Egg, I decided to adapt a scene from the @brushie-art image I recently commissioned:

Madison’s joy at seeing her partner so impacted was breaking through her villainous play-acting and fondness blossomed to her grin, “So indulgent, my love…” she sighed, reaching in and kissing Bella’s the exposed neck above her collar, another wet imprint of lip gloss pressed against the hypnotee’s freckled skin as well as her mind.

“P…please…!” Bella swooned, her head growing dizzy with every additional lip gloss mark left on her.

“Aww…” Madison cooed, “...is my lip gloss making it hard for you to think? Are you getting all fuzzy? All drifty?”

“Please….!” Bella slurred, swaying on the spot, eyes flickering open and closed.

“Please?” Madison asked, barely able to conceal her bright joy at how well Bella had taken to her suggestion.

“Pleeeease….” Bella whimpered out, leaning towards Madison, eyes locked on her bright lips.

“You want more?” Madison teased, “Oh, my dear…”

Thank you again Brushie for that lovely artwork.

The full story can be read here:

[tittytania]

🚨PLEASE HELP SAVE LUCKY THE CAT FROM HEARTBREAKING ABUSE AND NEGLECT, AND STOP A MAJOR PUBLICATION FROM PROFITING OFF OF ANIMAL ABUSE🚨

Back in August, The Cut (@thecut), an online division of New York Mag (@nymag), published a story by an anonymous woman who, after giving birth to her baby, started to despise her cat Lucky and chose to abuse her, including starving her and leaving her to live in filth.

Some selections about Lucky from the article:

Obviously, openly admitting to chilling animal abuse did not go over well with The Cut's readers. People were rightfully outraged at both the anonymous writer and the magazine for publishing the article and profiting off of animal abuse. After the predictable backlash, The Cut put the article behind a paywall and added an editor's note to the beginning, claiming that they confirmed the welfare of the cat prior to publication. (Here is an archived version without the paywall. Look at a more recent capture to see the note that was added.) The magazine also made a post to their Instagram about the situation, reiterating their claim of confirming Lucky's safety and health. They are limiting comments on their socials to remove comments that relate to the backlash about Lucky's abuse, and they are blocking accounts that comment on it. A screenshot of the Instagram post is below.

(note: I cannot confirm or deny the claims of racism and misogyny. I have not seen anything like that myself, but someone on reddit claimed they saw a person call the anonymous woman's behavior "white woman bullshit." That is the extent of what I have heard on that. I also cannot comment on the claims of abuse and threats towards the staff).

Clearly, The Cut's claims about Lucky's welfare are bullshit. The resolution of the article ends with the author saying simply "I haven't fallen back in love with Lucky, but it could still happen. I'll shut the windows til then." According to the article itself, Lucky is still in the home with an owner who is abusing her, an owner who has, and I quote, "an unwillingness... to change anything about (the abuse)." By definition, this means Lucky's welfare is not being probably cared for. You cannot claim that Lucky is ok when her owner already said that she is abusing her and is unwilling to stop the abuse. New York Mag is hiding behind activism buzzwords to protect an animal abuser and shelter themselves from the justified backlash to their publication's choices so they can continue to profit off of animal abuse.

Please please please help to get a real update about Lucky's condition.

What can I do?

There is a change.org petition requesting a real update about her, which as of writing has over 17,000 signatures. You can also reach out to the magazines' staff and demand a real update from them. Their emails are listed below:

swati.sharma@voxmedia.com | bill.carey@voxmedia.com | lauren.starke@voxmedia.com | priyanka.mantha@voxmedia.com | amani.orr@voxmedia.com | lindsay.peoples@nymag.com | rachel.bashein@nymag.com | jen.ortiz@nymag.com | marisa.carroll@nymag.com | evan.murray@voxmedia.com

The email of Jim Bankoff, the Chairman and CEO of vox media (which owns New York Mag) is bankoff@gmail.com

Here is an email template that you can follow.

You can also report online animal abuse to the Internet Crime Complaint Center (IC3) here.

If you are in New York, you can contact the 311 website or call 1-800-577-TIPS (1-800-577-8477) to report ongoing online animal abuse or neglect.

The Instagram account @lucilletherescuecat has a story highlight where she has posted several resources in addition to the ones mentioned here.

My heart deeply aches for poor Lucky, who cannot understand why the human she loves has changed so drastically. Why her life changed from daily brushies and pillow snuggles to being ignored and starved. She used to have her own space heater, and now she doesn't even have water. I'm devastated at the thought of how heartbroken and miserable she must be. Her owner even admitted that she would be in jail if she did this to a person. While I doubt this will result in a jail sentence, we can at least make sure that Lucky is rehomed to place where she is properly cared for.

Please share and encourage others to do the same, using the #SAVELUCKYTHECAT hashtag. Thank you so much for reading.

[starlightglimglam27666]

Waking Up Player

Summary: The Smiling Critters try a fun way to wake up Player.

A/N: CatNap and DogDay are Player's roommates in this story.

CatNap and DogDay, along with the others, looked at Player, who was sleeping peacefully on his side. Bobby and CraftyCorn were fawning over how peaceful he looked.

"Awww, look at him," Bobby said, her pendant glowing.

"Let's make him more adorable!" Crafty said, using her magic to gather ropes and brushes. She walked over and lightly poked his tummy, making him giggle and woke him up a little.

"Oh, hey," Player said, looking nervous. "What brings you here?"

"Well, since it's 9:30 AM, thought we'd get you up," DogDay said, coming over, smirking.

"Isn't it a little early?" Player asked, a little confused about this.

"Nope!" Crafty said, tying down Player with the rope that she brought. She positioned a brush at his tummy.

"Get ready for tickles!" Bubba said, starting to tickle Player, making him giggle.

"Stop it!" Player said, giggling.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle! Coochie coochie coo!" Crafty said, tickling his tummy with the brushes.

"That tickles!" Player said through his laughter as the brushes tickled his tummy.

"That's the point," Bubba said, prodding at his ribs. The others joined in and soon enough, Player was laughing hysterically.

"STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIT TICKLES!" Player protested through his laughter. The Critters didn't listen and kept tickling him. Crafty brushed all over Player's tummy, looking for a sensitive place to tickle.

"Brushie, brushie! Hehehe!" Crafty said as she tickled. The brushes were pure torture as Player was so ticklish.

"NAHAHAHAHAT THE BRUHUHUHUHUSHES! PLEHEHEHEHEASE MAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT STAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Player pleaded through his laughter as his tummy was shown no mercy by the brushes. Crafty withdrew the brushes and started using a feather.

"Is this better?" Crafty said, stroking the feather all over Player's sensitive tummy, making him laugh more.

"Feather tickles!" Picky said, using a feather, too. Soon enough, all the Critters started using feathers. This wasn't as bad, but it still tickled.

"NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!" Player found it very difficult to get any words out without being dissolved by laughter.

After twenty minutes of nonstop tickling, feeling like hours for Player, the Critters stopped tickling him and released him. He sat up, and covered his midsection.

"Are you awake, now?" DogDay asked, sitting next to him.

"Yes, fully," Player said, not letting go of his midsection.

"Good, now we can hangout together!" Crafty said, hugging him.

And so, Player and the Smiling Critters spent the whole day together and had lots of fun. Player knew that the Smiling Critters would always be there for him.

[aaknopf]

A multi-generational saga courses across the pages of Ædnan, by Sámi-Swedish author Linnea Axelsson, translated from the Swedish by Saskia Vogel. The verse epic follows an Indigenous Sámi family who have herded reindeer for generations, as the forces of colonialism and modern development of their ancestral lands threaten their culture and livelihood. The story is told by a small chorus of characters from the 1910s through the current day, and we become especially close to Lise, who left her Sámi family, following her brother Jon-Henrik, to be educated at a residential school for “Nomad” children. This excerpt from Chapter XII takes place in the early 1970s, along the Great Lule River Valley, where the state-owned Vattenfall company was developing hydroelectric resources, and Lise is graduating into a world unimaginable to her parents.

. .

The river climbed silently up the hills

as soon as Vattenfall whistled it came creeping:

–

Streamed backwards up its deep channel and drowned the earth

When the great Suorva Dam for the third time was to be regulated

–

Entreaty

shone from Mama’s eyes

–

She explained clearly to the Swedes 

that the fishing will suffer if the water rises

–

There was probably no one who understood what she was saying

– –

After the social studies lesson I went with the others to sit on the gymnasium floor

–

Almost all of Malmberget’s students had been dismissed from class

– To participate in the miners’ strike meeting

 –

Someone had heard that Olof Palme was coming

that he would travel all the way up here 

–

To the mining company’s and Vattenfall’s world the one that he himself had helped build

–

It is what he is guarding

It is all that he can see

–

The mine boss’s voice

flowed wildly above the crowded hall which was hot with bodies

–

His voice was so robust his conviction so intense

–

I glanced at Anne who was sitting beside me leaning against the wall bars

and she smiled back at me

–

Soon we would be leaving school too 

–

And could start working join the union

–

You took the job you wanted that’s all there was to it 

– 

Switchboard cleaner or cook

with the old folks at the Pioneer or the children in day care

– –

I spend the weekend up at Mama and Papa’s 

–

I stand with Jon-Henrik

 –

Watching the river flow murky across the slope

–

That brushy slope

where he and I used to go it’s underwater now

 –

How are our tracks ever to be heard Among the Swedes’ roads and power stations

–

It’s Jon-Henrik who says this he had also been drawn down to the dam

–

To work for Vattenfall as soon as school was done

 –

I’m surprised when he says

That he’d preferred to have taken up with the reindeer

–

Been elected into the Sámi community

And learned to guide that wandering gray soft ocean across the world of the fells

–

Just as the lot of us were once taught at the Nomad School that this is what the Sámi do

that this is how we all live

–

He laughs and says:

–

Who knows what the spring flood will bring with it

this drowned  earth may yet be fertile

More on this book and author:

Learn more about Ædnan by Linnea Axelsson.

Check out The Rumpus for a conversation between Linnea Axelsson and Susan Devan Harness about Axelsson's Sámi heritage and the decision to write Ædnan in verse. 

Click here to read Linnea Axelsson's op-ed piece for LitHub on Scandinavia’s hidden history of Indigenous oppression.

Visit our Tumblr to peruse poems, audio recordings, and broadsides in the Knopf poem-a-day series.

To share the poem-a-day experience with friends, pass along this link.

[claudemblems]

A Reminder of Home | Scaramouche

Summary: After dozing off on your lap, Scaramouche is met with a song that reminds him of home.

Notes: Includes fem!reader. A little on the angsty side but ends in fluff. Wanderer is referred to as Scaramouche for most of the story until you specifically call him by the name Kazuto (the name I plan to give him).

♩ Land of thunder, land of rain,

The sky is alight with the archon's grace.

In great darkness, I will not be dismayed,

For the light of my heart shall guide my way ♩

What's that sound? Is it a...lullaby?

Scaramouche blinked as he tried to make sense of his surroundings, but his eyes only found a pitch black void. Was he conscious? Was this some sort of self-aware dream? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that despite the absence of light and human presence, he wasn't afraid. If anything, he almost felt at peace.

♩ Through the waters, across the skies,

Thunder peals through the silent night.

The heavenly hosts cast their brilliant shine,

Illuminating my heart and awestruck eyes ♩

Something about this song seemed so...familiar. Was it the tune? The lyrics? No, it was something else entirely. This song, this lullaby, it made him feel. 

His chest ached with a deep sense of longing, a yearning for something lost to time. Though he lacked any semblance of a heart, the spot in his chest where it would have been swelled. It was like a glass filled to the brim, threatening to overflow.

And he was about to break.

As the soothing voice continued to sing, Scaramouche felt his eyes begin to droop. Sleeping served no use to a puppet, but the atmosphere was calming and tranquil, a stark contrast to the world he'd traversed all these years. 

But as he closed his eyes to fully enjoy the song, he finally realized why this tune was so familiar.

It was an Inazuman lullaby once sung to him by the Raiden Shogun, his mother.

He thought he'd long forgotten his past where he was once her pride and joy, a beautiful creation crafted by her own hands in order to meet a grand destiny. She'd looked upon him with such tenderness in her eyes as a mother would their own flesh and blood. He wasn’t simply a puppet to her, rather, he was her child, her family, her missing piece that Makoto had taken with her when she left this world. He was Kunikuzushi: an extension of the electro archon herself.

Until he wasn't.

Forgetting the fond memories of his mother took many years to do. Despite his deep-rooted resentment, such precious things could not be so easily thrown away. In fact, her presence still often visited him in dreams, a grim reminder of the peaceful life he once lived. One where he felt love in its tangible form. But that was a different time. That Kunikuzushi was a naive little puppet too immersed in playing house, almost believing he was human himself. It took his mother’s sudden betrayal for him to snap out of his elaborate dream. It was only then that he realized that he wasn’t truly a son to the archon—he was a vessel made for her own use, and he’d failed every test she’d placed along his path. She cut off his puppet strings connecting him to her kind, caring hands, sending him plummeting down into a pit of darkness. 

It was his first betrayal, and it had left him with a wound so devastating that he feared it could never be healed.

Even so, she’d been the first one to show him true happiness. She’d kept him safe from the dangers of the world, showering him with all the love and care stored up in her broken heart.

How he wished he could feel that affection, just one more time.

“Kazuto? Kazuto, are you okay?”

A voice pulled him from the darkness as Kazuto blinked open his eyes, his vision blurry from…tears?

Your face was above him, hands cradling his head that laid in your lap. Oh, right. She’d wanted me to close my eyes and relax, but I started thinking about some bitter old memories.

Did he simply imagine that beautiful song, too? It seemed so real. So…comforting.

 “Were you singing?” 

“Yes,” you answered, brushing his tears away with your thumb. “Did you like it? Kazuha taught it to me the last time I went to Inazuma. He said it’s an old lullaby that mothers used to sing to their children.”

Yes, it’s one that my own mother often sang to me, is what he wanted to say, but he knew that if he told you, you would have sputtered out a panicked apology. It was true that even now his chest still ached when thinking back on those times from long ago, but his past was not entirely shaped by sorrow and loss. Those were also some of the happiest times in his life, at least right before his world suddenly turned on its head. He held those few fond memories deep inside of him, saving them for days when he needed that joy the most.

“Ah, I believe I’ve heard it before, though I’d only known the melody and not the lyrics.”

“It’s a beautiful lullaby. I thought you might enjoy it since it reminds you of home, but…oh, it reminds you of home.”

Kazuto took your hand in his, squeezing it lightly. “It’s okay. I enjoyed it.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, mustering a smile for him. “Good. I’m glad.”

As you gently ran your fingers through Kazuto’s hair, his eyelids slowly grew heavy. He wasn’t sure if it was from your loving gesture or just from being in your presence. Being held in your arms like this always managed to melt all his worries, just like bright sunlight beaming onto snow. 

For so long, Kazuto had no place to return to. There was no place where he felt welcomed, much less where he felt like he belonged. He was simply existing, traveling from one place to another, desperate to find purpose.

But after meeting you, after journeys made together and long nights spent under the vast expanse of stars, Kazuto could finally say once more, "I’m home.”

That’s all he could ever desire. If you allowed him, he would stay by your side forever, returning all the love and care you had sent his way. It was the least he could do for you. You’d given up a normal life just for the chance to spend your short life with him—to give him all of your all your tears, all of your firsts, all of your happiness, and all of your future. 

“Could you sing that lullaby again?” he asked, already nearly asleep just from your mere touch.

“Of course. I’ll sing it for you as many times as you want.”

I thought you might enjoy it since it reminds you of home. Yes, it does. But his home is not in Inazuma. It’s not in a faraway place sheltered from the outside world.

His home, he thinks, a small smile gracing his face, will always be with you. 

And he will be your home, until death do you part. 

[renee-writer]

Frank Chapter 83

AO3

Arabella Janet rests against her mama’s breasts as they sit around the dining table. The twins sit on one chair to her side with Jemmy on her other beside his da who sits at the table’s head. The Murray’s sit on the other side with Ian at the other seat of honor at the end, Murtagh beside him.

 

Laoghaire and Wee Frank have seats in the kitchen. She is the topic of discussion.

 

“How about Simon McKimnie?” Jenny offers.

 

“He has those two daughters.”

 

“Aye Ian that need a man as Wee Frank needs a father.”

 

“Is he a good man?” Claire asks as she adjusts a squirming Arabella Janet and places her at her breast.

 

“As good as any other, I guess.”

 

“It is just, her first wasn’t.”

 

“He tried to take Wee Frank away from her,” Jemmy blurts out before recalling his manners and blushing, “pardon.”

 

“It is alright Jeremiah,” he turns to Jamie and Claire, “Did he? What sort of man would dare take a wean away from his mam?”

 

“May we discharge the children?” Dinner has been done. They stayed at the table getting caught up and getting to know each other.

 

“Aye,” she nods to her good sister, “Mrs. Crook,” The lass enters bringing the smells of the kitchen with her. She bows low to the family, “please take the children to the great room.  We will join shortly.”

 

“Aye Mrs. Murray.”

 

Wee Jamie and Maggie follow her easily. The Fraser bairns outside of the youngest, take a bit more encouragement but soon join their cousins.

 

Once the children have cleared the room, Murtagh raises his brushy eyebrows at Jamie, asking without words how deep they are going to go into the story. A quick shake of his head relieves his Godfather some.

 

Jenny catches all this and frowns. Ian touches her hand giving her comfort. No matter what her brother and sister -in-law have to say, she knows he will be there for support.

 

“Her husband was to be mine, an English man who I was engaged to.”

 

Claire’s words draw their eyes wide open and Jenny lets out a small gasp.

 

“How then did he become her husband?”

 

Jamie answers Ian for her. “They were discovered in a compromising position. Colum decided it was better to marry them lest they burn.”

 

Jenny moves to place her arms around her good sister.  “I am sorry.”

 

Claire hugs her back as much as she can with Arabella Janet still nursing.  “Thank you but at the end, Jamie was who I was meant to be with. It worked out, for us at least, for the best.”

 

“For the lass?” Ian inquires.

 

“Not so well,” Jamie answers, “he seemed to loath the position he placed himself in and abused her in many ways.  Including, at the end, trying to steal the child away.”

 

“What happened to him?” Jenny asks.

 

“He fell of his horse and broke his neck. Praise God, the baby was spared any harm.” Murtagh joins the conversation.

 

“Good gracious.” Jenny’s hand goes to her chest.

 

“I assume someone was looking for them and found him?”

 

“Yes Ian. My grandfather.”

 

“The important thing is that he was spared and Laoghaire was spared further abuse.” It isn’t time to get to deep into Claire ‘s family. One thing at a time.

 

“Aye Jamie, though it seems  she had a hand in her own destiny.” Jenny doesn’t suffer fools lightly.

 

“You are right but she was just a lassie. A bit of Christian compassion is in order, eh?”

 

“Aye. We will find her a good husband.”

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

A little pic at Frisk's side of the story now! If you're confused about Asgore, well, Asgore is a ghost too. Frisk had to absorb his soul to get out of the Mountain, so he's following them with Chara now.

“My name is Frisk, and I need your help.”

“Alright, Frisk. How can I help you?”

“I… I came from Mont Ebott. A few days ago, I fell into the Mountain. I found out that some… some people are stuck inside. They were kind with me, and helped me to get out, and I promised to help them get free in return.”

The second officer took out a notebook and started scribble what the kid was saying. The face of Inspector Cassano got more worried.

“We are going to help them, don’t worry. Are they tourists? Can you tell me how many of them they were?”

“They are numerous, at least two hundreds. Even more.” they corrected themself after a sign from Asgore.

“Two hundred?” the inspector wondered. “Are you sure you did count correctly? Where are they in the Mountain?”

“They are in all the Mountain, they're living in cities. B-But if we’re passing by where I got out, we will find somewhere to warn the others. There is Undyne, the Captain of the Royal Guard, and maybe Sans too. They will know what to do next.”

The brushy eyebrows of the man furrowed so much they almost recovered his eyes. Frisk quickly understood he didn’t believe them.

“Alright”, said Cassano with an uncertain voice. “Can you describe me that… Sans?”

The kid thought for a while. Should they really describe what he looked like? They silently asked help to Chara and Asgore. The ghost child was biting their nails with anxiety. Asgore just nodded, like to tell him to keep talking. At least, that’s how Frisk interpreted that.

“Sans is small, but a little bigger than me. He wears a blue jacket, sport shorts and pink slippers all the time. Fluffy, the… the slippers, I mean. He’s nice and he is always making bad jokes. He kinda protected me while I was traveling underground, because the others didn’t like humans very much before I fell. But now they do, I… I think.”

“They didn’t like humans?” the inspector repeated, confused. “What do you mean by that?”

“They… They are not humans.” confessed Frisk with a very low voice. “They are called monsterkind and they are stuck in the Mountain because of a magic Barrier. We have to help them, they really need help.”

The inspector clicked his tong, stunned by their revelation. But that was not the tong clicking of someone who just discovered a new civilization under the Mountain, but more the one of someone who just wasted their time. He got up and stared severely at Frisk. The kid face decomposed when they understood the officer lost interest in what they were saying. He didn’t believe them. The inspector turned towards his colleague, they shared a look, then Cassano nodded.

“Listen, Frisk. I think you are going through a shock after what you lived in the Mountain. Maybe you hit your head or something…”

“No!” yelled Frisk. “Please believe me! They are waiting for me, I can’t give up on them! You have to help them! Please believe me!”

“It’s enough!” he cut them off. “We don’t have only you to take care of today, kid, and your story is ridiculous. You are going to come with us to the station and we’re gonna find your parents.”

“I… I don’t have parents.” they confessed, while they look away.

The inspector softened and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I know a place where someone is gonna take care of you. But you still have to come with us. Forget that Mountain’s story, nobody never go there anyway, and that’s not gonna change any soon.”

He took their hand. Frisk freed themself with a knock of their shoulder. If he wasn’t believing them, well too bad, they were definitely getting back to the Mountain by themselves. They had just to go back and helped the others to find a solution. The child slipped between the legs of the inspector and rushed to the door. The fresh air filled their soul with determination and they ran towards the south, straight to the Mountain. Steps didn’t take long to be heard behind them, closer and closer. But Frisk succeeded to escape Undyne, that was not some old officers who would get them !

They almost reached the end of the street when a passerby, seeing the police officers running after the child, reflexively catch them by the sweater. Unbalanced, the child rocked forward, which allowed the officers to covered the gap between them. Inspector Cassano took their arms vigorously. Frisk struggled violently, yelling their anger and knocking everything that touched them with their feet or biting where the skin of the officer was visible.

Unfortunately, they were too weak to deal with two well-trained officers. A few seconds later, the policemen threw them in the back of a police car. They shouted, hit the windows, yelled after Toriel and Sans…

But nobody came.

Horrortale: Rotten Apple, Chapter 2.

[intothewylde]

below the cut you will find various information about the history of house wylde of the stormlands, including bits about culture, architecture, foods, trade, climate, and folklore.

@wyldewillow @magnuswylde

culture : hunting and wildlife hold great importance to house wylde, its rainier climate often bringing out interesting creatures which wylde's have studied since they settled upon the northern part of cape wrath. hundreds of books written by wylde's over the years can be found in their library discussing findings of many distinct crops and wildlife ranging from bugs, to birds, berries, and various breeds of deer. archery is taught at a young age, though it is also important for children of house wylde to understand not to stray too far, for the brushy areas of the rainwood can become confusing and dangerous if one were to get caught within it unprepared. given their proximity to the water as well, it is important that children of house wylde are taught to swim early and well, given the currents of the bay can be unforgiving. as with many houses of westeros, it is not uncommon for wylde's to be lords and ladies, septons or septas, maesters, or knights.

architecture : with the much-jagged shoreline, there are many man-made shelters carved directly into the cliffs themselves. homes are built dome-like, with rocks to weigh much of them down as hurricane-force winds often plague the lands during especially stormy seasons. homes are built on higher ground, to avoid storm surges and flooding. the rain house itself is made of stone, strong and stretching high. the bottom level has a stone floor in case of flooding.

foods : the rainier climate has influenced much of the foods that house wylde prepares most often - this especially includes hearty vegetable and meat stews consisting of the following ingredients in various instances: venison or boar, eggplant, sweet potatoes, sweet leaf, pumpkin, cowpeas, and even certain peppers. this is often served with fresh bread.

trade : there are few small ports amongst the shoreline that allow for trade through the rainwood, but given the most catastrophic of storms seem to tear through this area specifically, it has taken some finesse to build strong enough ports. business that house wylde deals in is mostly timber, furs, and amber.

climate : due to the great many storms that happen on the coast of the rainwoods, the shoreline has eroded quite a bit, creating large cliffs made of limestone that hang over shipbreaker bay. paths have been paved along the shoreline in many areas, but there are parts of the coast that are unable to be navigate as they are treacherous. whirlpools have been seen from atop the cliffs during especially stormy weather given the currents of the water below, which the sigil of house wylde pays an ode to. it is also known that many ancient villages and forests now rest beneath the water, due to the many storms that have wreaked havoc upon the shore over the years, causing many floods and landslides.

folklore : while wylde's have a tendency to document every waking thought (given their vast library of self-written books), oral storytelling of myths passed down from generations is also a common practice. some are quite ghastly, and others are lovelier. one tale is that of blodeuwedd, the most beautiful and fairest woman there ever was, she was made of various flowers picked throughout the rainwood. it is tradition to pick and give flowers to wives and daughters of house wylde, to recognize their beauty. another story is that of the murigen, a sea goddess, it is said if one hears a woman's song coming from outside the home or down at the shore during a heavy storm, to not be drawn to it, or never be seen again.

[raymondsalvador]

Some pages of a comic I made with Vita Ayala for an online horror anthology thing.

Inked with brushes and brushpens and colored with AD Markers. Kept the palette to 6 markers and color-coded the emotions.

Kept it pretty cartoony in order to fit with with all the other artists working in that style that is so popular these days. Then, the inks being all brushy and sloppy would set it apart and capture the energies of the story. While the colors would put it even further from it’s cartoony vibes, add a creepy tone, and make it more “me”.

You can see the whole story on my patreon!

[wilsons-journey]

🏖 🎤 ☀️ 🧂 for Juur!

🏖: Opinions on sand?

Juur: Sand. It's... Sand ??? Gets into every crack if you're not careful. Very annoying when you try to clean your weapons,...

🎤: Can they sing and do they sing?

Juur: I would say it's ok. Why do you want to know? I won't sing, if that's what you wanted me to ask,... I have better things to do. Ask Mister "Grim-face", he likes to sing.

(Juur sometimes humms during work.)

☀️: Most hated weather?

Juur: A bright, sunny day - because I can't see shit. Reminds me, I need besser sunglasses. And don't get me started about the sunburn. Argh.

🧂: What makes them unreasonably mad?

Juur: Oh,... don't get me startet. Customers, who can't stop to haggle. I already gave them a more than generous offer and still they keep going. Sometimes I want to smash their faces,...

Or if a piece doesn't want to fit in and I have to start all over again. Not because I smashed everything. No! It's just... Well fine, yes because I smashed it. But sometimes it's easier just to start from scratch.

But lately it's the fur that's lying around here, that is driving me insane… I didn't know these cats loose so much damn hair. ITS EVERYWHERE,... I have to force Grim-face to brush his friend. I can't take this anymore,...

Wynther! We have to talk!!

(Brushy Brushy - With Kyings fur you can create a second Kying,... brushing him would be a never ending Story. Maybe Mister Grim-face makes a little wig out of it, just for Juur :Dc)

[missamyrisa2]

Tickle cleaning anon here again. First of all, OH MY GOODNESS that cleaning story!!!!!!!!!!! Second, I just happened to see a commercial just now for some cleaning product and it included a split second clip of someone's tummy (including belly button) covered in soap suds 😳😳😳😳😳

In my opinion the sexiest thing would be to be tickle bathed by a team, but it would also be super hot to have a machine give me a bath while the team watches and adds in their own teases and maybe reach around the machine arms to get their own tickles in where they can

And yes absolutely keep making me ticklegasm so I need to be cleaned all over again...but I would add that every time they start over they add a couple more people to the cleaning team, because I'm clearly making a tough job for them and they need all hands on deck!!!

Gahhh~~ you're getting me riiiight where I falll aparttt instantly my sweet lovely cleaning anon~!! There was a clip I saw once, I can't remember where or when or if it was just a fever dream, but it was a belly at a beach coated with water and a finger playfully dipped in making this little splash and it just has always captured my imagination of likeeee~ being at the beach and getting alll sandy and going up to the showers which are y'know, out in the open where everyone can seeee ~ and oooh someone set up a new automatic body cleaner which activates immediately and locks the feet into brushyyyy boot-like arches so the sprayers can start working the sand and salt water from the bodyyyy~ and tiny detail brushes need to spring out and sweeeep sweep away all the particlesss~ which of coursee is all being seen by the now growing crowd, this cutie was silly enough to try the wicked automatic cleaner, and is now stuck~ giggling and blushing as sprayers move about sending tickly jets of water and dousing with gentle suds while scrubba brushes work around the ribs and tummy and waist and legssss~ and down below the brushy boots are endlessslyyy swishing like a tiny car wash on those feets~

And y'knowww it's never gonna end when some pranksters are suddenly standing to the side with knowing smirks.... and buckets of sand~ to which their fingers dip in and playfully sprinkle it on youuu activating moreee cleaning proceduresss~

Whewww~ okayyy that was silly~ yesss the team ticklesss in the science lab~~ all those matter of fact faces, some buried in their tablets or notes others just watching with satisfied grins while you are taken through another cleansing routine, the implements calibrating for your squirming bodyyyy ~ aiming at your sensitive zones which have been of course, thoroughly soaped up with soft teasing cloths~

Certainly the ladies with the big shiny nails aren't going to be able to resist stepping closely, feigning to be looking at their notes before reaching up to start tickling at your exposed tush or side or thigh~ giggling at your reaction as the machinery keeps your naked sudsy self held taut and ticklishhh~

And that's before you're brought over to the big round tub for the machine to dip you in, with your feet sticking out the edges and arms held snug while endless buffers and brushes spin out in the water to start massaging and working away the imperfections on your sensitive skin ~ the feeeet~ as it turns out, are getting the personal attention because two members of the team are equipping themselves with scrub brushes, strapping them to their fingers and setting aside their tablets as the machine drips plentyyy of soap onto their tools and they merrily go to work on your ticklish feet, following every kick and struggle~

The team breathes a sigh of relief as it seems like the cleaning is finished with the machine lifting you out for a quick scan~ but ooooh that tinglyyyy beam goes around your royal area and uuuhhooohh~ warning alarms blare as your legs are gently spread and further inspections are made, with a secondary investigation quickly launched to examine your royal chest buttons for any swelling ~ ooooh naughty naughtyyy~ your thighs and regal spots are quickly coated in suds for a renewed cleaning ~ and the techs fire up their spinny buffers, this clean job definitely will take a collaborative effort~

Soo as you wiggle and struggle ~ the machine sprays and facilitates with massaging grasps and vibrations on your legs and chest~ so the team can work around with their detail brushes to buff and buff awayyyy ~ and uh ohhh~ you're getting sooo rapidly aroused again that they neeed more hands~ the doors fling open to welcome the emergency team, armed to the teeth with cleansing brushes and sprays and detail tools and big buffers~ now you're reallllly in for itttt ~ suspended and held by the machine as a whole gang of certified world class cleaners reach in to polish your inner legs to your girly bits with very attentive soft cleanings applied to your pearlyyy~ not to mention the top to bottom treatment your royal chest buttons will be getting, buffed right to the tip and down and around ~

And with an unceremonious drop, you're back into the water, splashing and thrashingggg ~ clamped into place so the machine can hold you while the team has their way, working soft cloths and elegant fluff brushes around you through every splashhh ~ alll so they can sooo perfectly undo all that cleaning and get you alll worked up again for the machine's ready to start scanner~<33