#but she grew up confident in her abilities and full of love for adventure and the world and all things shiny

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Nell grew up in the lords of fortune, which means for a solid few years there was a dwarven child just living her most insane life as the littlest lordling of them all

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STREAMING EXTREME GLUTTON

Female Feedee and Multiple Feeders

-Part 1-

LaserKitten was a rising star in the streaming world, a bubbly, quirky gamer with a knack for entertaining her ever-growing community. Her streams were chaotic, full of energy, and peppered with her signature giggle. Her audience adored her for her charm, her sharp wit, and her unique ability to balance wholesome fun with a touch of playful mischief.

One day, halfway through an intense gaming session, LaserKitten paused and sighed. "Guys, I'm *starving*," she admitted, dramatically rubbing her stomach. Her chat exploded in laughter and suggestions.

"Order something!"

"Eat on stream! It'll be cute!"

"We won't mind, promise!"

Hesitant at first, she eventually gave in. "Fine, but only because you begged so much," she said, grinning mischievously. She ordered a large pizza, making sure it was loaded with all her favorite toppings. When it arrived, she pulled it into frame and took her first bite. "Oh my god, chat, this is *so* good," she mumbled through a mouthful, eyes sparkling with delight.

What started as an innocent moment turned into a tradition. Her viewers *loved* seeing her snack on stream. Clips of her happily munching away went viral, and fans began to associate her streams with cozy vibes and good food. Soon, her community started to encourage her to try different snacks and cuisines.

"Laser, you HAVE to try these chips I sent you!"

"Don't forget to check the P.O. box. More treats incoming!"

"Here's $50—order some dessert on me!"

At first, LaserKitten thought it was all in good fun. She’d snack a little during stream, try out viewer recommendations, and even started a segment called *Snack Time with Laser*. She’d joke about her love of food, never realizing how much it was starting to show.

Weeks turned into months, and as her streams grew in popularity, so did her collection of snacks. Burgers, fried chicken, pastries—her fans wanted her to try it all. LaserKitten, ever the people pleaser, couldn’t resist their enthusiasm.

"Laser," one viewer commented one day, "I think your chair is looking a little smaller."

She laughed, brushing it off. "Nah, I’m just taking up more space because I’m fabulous!"

But the truth became harder to ignore. Her once oversized hoodie fit a little snugger, her cheeks were rounder, and her energy was more relaxed. Yet, her community loved her even more. They adored how she embraced the changes, often teasing her in chat with harmless jokes:

"Queen of Snacks!"

"Our cuddly Laser!"

"Don’t forget the dessert this time!"

LaserKitten leaned into it, cracking jokes about her growing collection of hoodies and her increasing need for chair upgrades. She was confident, radiant, and completely unapologetic about her new lifestyle.

One day, as she settled into her stream with a plate of cookies, she addressed her chat. "You guys are terrible influences," she said with a grin. "I was a cute, fit gamer girl, and now I’m... well, I’m still cute, but now I come with snacks!"

Her chat exploded with hearts and messages of love. To them, she was more than a streamer—they felt like they’d grown with her, snack by snack.

-Part 2-

As time went on, LaserKitten's streams became a blend of relaxed gaming, cozy vibes, and, of course, lots of food. Her fans continued to shower her with snacks and treats, always pushing the boundaries of her snack-time adventures. What began as a casual indulgence slowly turned into an obsession. The more she snacked, the more the community grew, and with that, so did LaserKitten herself.

Her once slim figure had softened, and her clothes seemed tighter with each passing week. She could still rock her oversized hoodies, but the way they clung to her body had changed. Her cheeks were fuller, her arms softer, and there was a noticeable roundness to her belly.

At first, it was just a few extra pounds—something she could brush off with a playful comment to her viewers. "I guess I’m just more cushion for the pushin' now!" she would laugh, giving her plush belly a pat. The chat loved it. They encouraged her even more, showering her with gifts of snacks and calling her their “snack queen” with hearts and affectionate emojis.

But with every new snack, a little more sluggishness crept into her streams. LaserKitten found it harder to sit upright for long stretches. Her once boundless energy began to fade, and her gaming skills—while still strong—started to slow down.

"Laser, you okay? You look a little out of breath," one fan noticed during a particularly intense game of *Valorant*. LaserKitten paused, realizing it was harder to focus than usual. She shrugged it off, though, with her trademark grin.

"I'm just getting comfy, y’all. Don’t worry, I’m still your LaserKitten," she said, though her movements were slower and more deliberate. She took another bite of the pizza that had arrived mid-stream, letting the gooey cheese stretch as she leaned back into her gaming chair.

As weeks passed, her viewers couldn't help but notice the change. Her streams became less about the intense gaming and more about enjoying her food, snuggling up, and chatting. The games took a backseat, with LaserKitten more often than not failing to keep up with the action. But the community didn’t mind—if anything, they loved her more.

"Laser, you're such a queen! Who cares about the games, we love you no matter what!"

"Honestly, I think you’re even cuter like this, more *snuggly*."

"More snacks for our girl!"

But LaserKitten started to notice the changes in herself, too. One evening, as she tried to get up from her chair to grab another snack, she found herself winded halfway across the room. Her legs, once strong from hours of gaming and running around, felt heavier now, and the short walk left her breathing a little too hard.

"Okay... maybe I should cut back on the snacks for a bit," she mused aloud. Her hand hovered over her snack drawer, but her eyes lingered on the pizza that had become a staple of her streams.

But the fans, of course, weren’t letting her off that easy. The donations flooded in with messages like, "You deserve it, treat yourself, queen!" and "Don’t listen to those haters, snacks are life!" LaserKitten laughed and rolled her eyes, always willing to indulge in her community's wishes.

Still, as she slowly settled back into her chair, she couldn't ignore the weariness that seemed to hang over her. Gaming had become less of a thrill and more of a way to pass the time, her sluggish movements becoming more noticeable. Her once playful jumps and rapid hand movements in games now took a few seconds longer, and sometimes she'd just forget what she was doing mid-game.

One evening, while chatting with her fans, LaserKitten let a tired sigh escape. "I used to play *so* much better," she confessed. "But now it feels like I’m dragging through everything... I can barely keep up with you all." Her fans immediately rushed to reassure her, showering her with support.

"It’s okay, Laser. You’re perfect just as you are."

"Yeah, who cares if you’re slower? We love you even more for being real."

"We all get tired sometimes, queen. No need to push yourself!"

LaserKitten smiled, but deep down, she wondered if they were right. Was she still the same LaserKitten they had fallen in love with, or was she just a shadow of her former self, slowly becoming too sluggish to keep up with the world?

Despite the worries that lingered in her mind, one thing remained constant—her community. They loved her no matter what, and their affection was a comforting reminder that, in the end, the most important thing was to be herself, no matter how slow, snuggly, or snack-filled she became.

And so, LaserKitten continued to snack, stream, and share her journey with the people who adored her, learning to embrace every change, no matter how big—or how sluggish.

-Part 3-

LaserKitten's streams had transformed completely. What once started as intense gaming sessions full of laughter and sharp wit had slowly shifted into a spectacle of indulgence. Her viewers still adored her, but gaming was no longer the focus—food was.

By now, LaserKitten had fully embraced her new lifestyle. She had grown much larger, her soft, round figure filling her oversized gaming chair entirely. It creaked under her as she shifted to get comfortable, a sound her chat playfully teased her about.

"Careful, Laser, that chair’s fighting for its life!"

"New goal: donate for a reinforced chair!"

"Our queen deserves a throne that can handle all that snuggly goodness!"

She would laugh along, unbothered by the teasing. "Oh, please, this chair's fine... for now," she joked, popping another fry into her mouth. "But, honestly, it’s your fault I’m like this, chat. You’re the ones sending me all this food!"

By this point, her streams were less about gaming and more about chatting, eating, and hanging out. Her fans had dubbed her LasagneKitten after a particularly messy stream where she devoured an entire tray of lasagna live on camera. The nickname stuck, and LaserKitten—now fully embracing the joke—updated her stream overlays to include a cartoon version of herself holding a fork and a plate of lasagna.

Her streams now revolved around food challenges, mukbangs, and fan-sent snacks. Her community would send her care packages stuffed with goodies from around the world, and she’d open them live, sampling everything with exaggerated reactions that left her fans in stitches.

"This is soooo good," she groaned one evening, biting into a decadent chocolate cake sent by a viewer. She leaned back in her chair, her soft stomach pressing against the edge of her desk. "You guys are terrible. How am I supposed to stop when you keep sending me stuff like this?"

"Never stop, LasagneKitten!"

"More cake, more queen!"

"Every bite is a blessing to us all!"

But as the weeks turned into months, it became clear just how much LaserKitten—no, LasagneKitten—had changed. Her movements were slow and deliberate. Even sitting upright for long stretches seemed like an effort, so she started streaming more from her couch, surrounded by pillows and blankets. Her fans adored this cozy new setup, calling it her "Lasagna Lounge."

She began to rely on delivery more and more. Entire meals would arrive mid-stream, and she’d dig in without hesitation, joking about how much her appetite had grown. "I swear, I could eat a whole buffet right now," she said one night, unwrapping a massive burger stacked with extra bacon and cheese. Her chat exploded with love and encouragement.

"You should do a buffet stream!"

"LasagneKitten Unlimited: All You Can Eat Edition!"

"Big girl, bigger heart—we love you, queen!"

While LaserKitten had fully leaned into her indulgent persona, there were moments where her sluggishness couldn’t be ignored. One day, after finishing a massive meal live on stream, she leaned back, rubbing her swollen belly and letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Chat, I think I’m too full to even move right now," she said, half-laughing, half-groaning. "Y’all are turning me into a giant pillow."

Her chat lit up with supportive messages:

"That’s the dream, though!"

"PillowKitten has entered the chat!"

"More of you to love, LasagneQueen!"

Despite her playful attitude, her growing size had made everyday activities harder. Walking to the kitchen left her winded, and she’d started relying on delivery not just out of convenience but because moving around had become exhausting. Even sitting for long periods was a challenge, and she often reclined during her streams, propping herself up with cushions.

Still, her fans adored her more than ever. They praised her for her confidence, her humor, and her willingness to embrace who she was. For them, LasagneKitten was more than just a streamer—she was a source of comfort and joy, a symbol of indulgence and unapologetic self-love.

One day, as she started another stream, surrounded by boxes of snacks and trays of food, she addressed her chat with a mischievous grin. "You know, I used to be LaserKitten, fast and sharp. Now? I’m LasagneKitten, slow, comfy, and always ready to eat."

The chat exploded with love and adoration.

"And we wouldn’t have it any other way!"

"Our queen of comfort food!"

"LasagneKitten forever!"

And so, LasagneKitten continued her journey, letting herself fall even deeper into her love for food and the adoration of her community. Her streams became a celebration of indulgence and self-acceptance, a place where everyone was welcome to sit back, relax, and share in the joy of life’s simple pleasures—one bite at a time.

-Part 4-

As the weeks rolled into months, LasagneKitten's transformation into a full-blown food streamer was complete. Her streams no longer featured even a pretense of gaming or anything remotely active—her focus was entirely on food. Her loyal fans had watched her grow, both in personality and in size, and her new niche made her channel explode with popularity.

It started innocently enough. One day, a fan joked in chat, “Why don’t you just stream your whole day, LasagneQueen? We’d watch it all!” The idea made her laugh, but it also got her thinking. She’d already been streaming long food sessions, trying out meals and snacks her viewers sent, so why not take it a step further?

And thus began the era of Lasagne Live: All Day Feasting.

Her first full-day stream started with her usual bright smile, though now framed by fuller cheeks and a slightly breathless energy. “Alright, chat,” she said, rubbing her hands together. “You asked for it, and here we go—my ENTIRE day, live! Meals, naps, snacks, everything. Let’s see if I survive your crazy requests.”

Her setup had transformed into something akin to a cozy living room dining space. She no longer fit comfortably in her gaming chair, so she streamed from her couch, surrounded by oversized pillows, blankets, and a low table laden with food. The camera was angled perfectly to capture her soft, chubby figure lounging as she ate, laughed, and interacted with her ever-growing audience.

Her first meal of the day was a massive breakfast spread: stacks of pancakes dripping with syrup, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and an oversized iced coffee topped with whipped cream. She started eating with gusto, her soft belly slightly visible under her stretched hoodie. Chat was delighted.

"LasagneKitten Breakfast Club is LIVE!"

"That coffee looks almost as sweet as you!"

"Careful, queen, you’re gonna need a bigger couch soon!"

Between bites, she’d pause to chat, occasionally letting out a satisfied burp. The first time it happened, she covered her mouth, laughing. “Oh my gosh, excuse me!” she said, cheeks flushing pink. But her chat went wild.

“BURP QUEEN!”

“10/10, do it again!”

“LaserKitten is long gone, this is BURPerKitten now!”

She laughed it off, and over time, she became less shy about it. It wasn’t just burping, though—her all-day streams meant she let her guard down completely. After finishing her enormous breakfast, she leaned back, rubbing her belly with a sigh.

“Chat,” she groaned, “I think I ate too much… again. Ughhh.” She shifted, trying to get comfortable, and accidentally let out a small, muffled fart. Her eyes widened in embarrassment, but before she could even react, the chat was already cheering.

“FART OF THE DAY!”

“LasagneKitten, keeping it REAL!”

“Never change, queen!”

Rather than be embarrassed, she leaned into it. “Alright, fine,” she said, laughing. “If I’m gonna stream my whole day, you’re getting ALL of it. No complaints when I’m this stuffed!”

Her streams started including everything—breakfast, lunch, snacks, and dinner, all interspersed with long, food-induced naps. She would eat until she was too full to move, then lean back into her mountain of pillows and doze off while her chat stayed active, leaving comments and donating. Occasionally, she’d wake up mid-stream, groggy and still full, letting out soft moans of pleasure as she stretched and patted her round belly.

“Chat,” she murmured one day, still half-asleep, “why does food feel so good? I swear, I could just eat and nap forever.”

Her viewers couldn’t get enough. They loved her unfiltered authenticity, the way she embraced her size and her lifestyle. Her moans of satisfaction after a particularly indulgent bite, her sleepy grumbles as she adjusted herself during her naps, even the way she’d laugh off the occasional burp or fart—all of it made her feel real, relatable, and utterly captivating.

One day, during an especially long 11-hour stream, she broke her personal record for sheer indulgence. The day started with a giant lasagna for breakfast ("Lasagne for the Lasagne Queen!" her chat cheered) and ended with an elaborate dessert spread of cakes, cookies, and ice cream. By the time she finished, she was too full to do anything but recline, one hand resting on her stuffed belly, the other lazily scrolling through her chat.

“You guys are the worst,” she said with a sleepy grin, her voice soft and sluggish. “How did I let you talk me into this? I’m never moving again.”

Her chat erupted with love and support.

“We wouldn’t have it any other way!”

“Our soft, sleepy queen deserves all the snacks!”

“LasagneKitten is the peak of streaming perfection!”

And so, LasagneKitten continued her journey, growing not just in size but in the hearts of her fans. She had become a symbol of indulgence, comfort, and unapologetic self-love, her streams a safe space for anyone who wanted to embrace life’s pleasures—no matter how big or small.

-Part 5-

LasagneKitten’s streams had become the ultimate spectacle of indulgence, evolving far beyond anything her audience could have imagined. Once a quirky gamer, she was now a full-blown food-focused entertainer, unapologetically embracing her new lifestyle. Every stream was a marathon of decadence, filled with fast food, snacks, and an ever-growing sense of comfort in her new, fuller self.

Her wardrobe, once filled with oversized hoodies and cozy clothes, had slowly shifted. Her size had outgrown most of her old outfits, and she now wore loose tank tops that clung to her soft, growing body. Her tops often hung low, revealing hints of cleavage as she lounged on her couch. She stopped wearing bras altogether, claiming they were "too much effort."

“Chat, I’m just here to be comfortable, okay?” she’d say with a playful grin, adjusting her top as it slipped slightly off her shoulder. “You’re not watching for fashion tips anyway.”

Her viewers loved it. The casual, braless look paired with her increasingly relaxed attitude only made her streams more intimate and personal. Her fans flooded her with compliments and encouragement, telling her how much they loved her confidence and carefree energy.

"Real queens don’t need bras!"

"Our cozy goddess is perfect just as she is!"

"Who needs fashion when you’ve got LasagneKitten vibes?"

Her days started earlier and ended later, with streams often lasting 12 or even 14 hours. From the moment she woke up, her viewers were there to watch her daily routine of indulgence. Breakfasts consisted of towers of pancakes drowned in syrup, greasy breakfast burritos, and sugary iced coffees with whipped cream.

“I swear, I’m addicted to these,” she’d say, taking a long sip from her oversized coffee cup, leaving a smudge of whipped cream on her lips. “Y’all are bad influences!”

Lunches and dinners were even more extravagant. She’d order massive spreads of burgers, pizzas, fried chicken, and mountains of fries, all laid out on her table like a feast. She no longer ate in moderation—she devoured every meal with gusto, moaning softly as she savored each bite. Her viewers adored those moments, sending wave after wave of donations and encouraging comments.

"That burger never stood a chance!"

"Another bite for the queen!"

"She’s unstoppable!"

As she grew larger, her movements became slower and more deliberate. She struggled to sit upright for long periods, often reclining on her couch with her legs stretched out and pillows propped behind her. Her tank tops stretched tightly across her chest, while her soft belly spilled out over her lap. She had grown wider, her hips spreading as her body embraced the endless stream of calories.

Despite the changes, her confidence only grew. She openly joked about her size, rubbing her belly after particularly large meals and laughing at herself when she felt too stuffed to move. “Okay, chat,” she’d groan, leaning back into her cushions, “I think I’ve officially hit food coma level 10. Someone roll me to bed.”

Her streams had become a mix of eating, chatting, and the occasional food-induced nap. As she grew more comfortable, she stopped holding back completely. Her audience loved every unfiltered moment—the burps, the sighs of satisfaction, even the occasional fart when she shifted on the couch.

One night, after an especially large dinner of greasy takeout, she leaned back, her tank top riding up to reveal more of her plush stomach. She let out a loud, satisfied sigh, followed by a burp she didn’t even try to stifle.

“Oops,” she said with a lazy grin, patting her belly. “That’s what happens when you feed me too much, chat. You’re turning me into a walking junk food machine!”

Her fans went wild.

"We wouldn’t have it any other way!"

"Our queen deserves ALL the junk food!"

"LasagneKitten supremacy forever!"

As the months passed, her streams became an endless cycle of indulgence. From morning to late at night, she ate nonstop, fueled by her audience’s love and encouragement. Her body grew wider and softer, her figure spreading to fill more of the frame. She no longer tried to hide it—in fact, she flaunted it, leaning into her new persona as the ultimate food queen.

“I think I’ve officially outgrown this couch,” she joked one evening, shifting her wide hips to get comfortable. “Chat, you’re gonna have to start a donation goal for a bigger one!”

Her fans responded with overwhelming support, flooding her with donations and messages of love. To them, she was perfect—soft, confident, and unapologetically herself. LasagneKitten had become more than just a streamer; she was a symbol of indulgence and self-acceptance, a queen in her own right.

And so, her streams continued, growing longer and more extravagant with each passing day. Her audience couldn’t get enough, and neither could she. Every bite, every moment of laughter, every carefree sigh of satisfaction—it was all a part of the experience, a celebration of life’s pleasures, no matter how big or small.

-Part 6-

LasagneKitten’s transformation into a larger-than-life personality had reached new heights—both figuratively and literally. Her streams, once a cozy corner of the internet filled with gaming and quirky commentary, had become an unfiltered, all-day feast of decadence and indulgence. And now, as she embraced her evolving identity fully, she leaned even further into her growing fame.

The idea for a calorie counter came from her chat. One day, as she devoured her usual enormous breakfast of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and syrup-drenched waffles, a viewer joked, “I wonder how many calories that is! You’re breaking records, LasagneQueen!”

Her face lit up with excitement. “You know what? That’s actually a great idea!” she exclaimed, leaning forward (as much as her growing belly would allow) with an amused grin. “Let’s make this official—if I’m going all in, we’re tracking everything.”

The following week, her stream overlay debuted its newest feature: a live calorie counter that ticked up with every bite she took. Breakfast alone skyrocketed the number past 20,000 calories. Her fans were beside themselves with excitement, flooding the chat with comments.

"20k before noon! Absolute legend!"

"Keep going, queen! The sky’s the limit!"

"LasagneKitten? More like *CalorieKitten*!"

But she didn’t stop there. In the spirit of full transparency, she added even more metrics to her streams: a heart rate monitor, a blood pressure tracker, and even a step counter (though it barely ticked up, given her increasingly sedentary lifestyle).

“This is all your fault, chat,” she teased during her next stream, leaning back into her couch and patting her round belly. Her tank top stretched tightly over her expanding figure, exposing a sliver of her soft, plush stomach. “You wanted to see it all, so now you get the *full experience*. Calories, heart rate, and, oh yeah—let’s not forget my blood pressure!”

The numbers on the screen became a source of fascination for her viewers. They watched in awe as her calorie count climbed higher and higher with each passing hour. By the time she reached lunch—an absurd spread of burgers, fried chicken, and milkshakes—she was already over 35,000 calories.

Her heart rate monitor added an extra layer of drama to the stream. The numbers would spike slightly as she laughed or shifted on the couch, then settle back down as she leaned into her food-induced bliss. Occasionally, she’d pause mid-bite to glance at the screen, laughing.

“Look at that, chat,” she said, pointing to the heart rate monitor with a fork in hand. “Still going strong! You’ve got me working harder just sitting here than I ever did gaming!”

The blood pressure tracker, though, was the real showstopper. Every so often, she’d click the button to take a new reading, the cuff strapped to her plump arm visibly tight against her soft skin. The numbers steadily climbed with every meal, but instead of worrying, she treated it as part of the fun.

“Uh-oh, chat, looks like I’m breaking records again!” she joked, winking at the camera. “Guess that’s what happens when you’re the *queen of junk food*.”

Her community ate it up, showering her with love and donations.

“Breaking records and breaking hearts!”

“LasagneKitten? More like BBWFatty now!”

“Blood pressure goals—QUEEN ENERGY!”

Over time, the nickname “BBWFatty” began to stick, and, much like when she transitioned from LaserKitten to LasagneKitten, she embraced it wholeheartedly. Updating her stream overlays once again, she rebranded as "BBWFatty: The Ultimate Feast Streamer." The new branding came with custom graphics, including a cartoon version of herself surrounded by piles of junk food, her soft, wide figure celebrated as the centerpiece.

Her streams now revolved entirely around her food journey. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and countless snacks in between all became events, with her calorie counter and health monitors adding to the spectacle. Her days started earlier and ended later, with some streams lasting up to 16 hours as she ate, laughed, and shared her life with her fans.

Of course, her growing size meant she moved even less than before. Most of her time was spent lounging on her couch, her arms resting comfortably on her expanding sides as she chatted with her viewers between bites. Her tank tops barely contained her, and she often adjusted them lazily as they slipped further down her shoulders.

“I’m not gonna lie, chat,” she said one evening, leaning back with a contented sigh after finishing an entire pizza. “I don’t even feel like moving anymore. Like, at all. This is peak comfort right here.”

Her fans adored her openness and confidence. They cheered her on as her calorie count for the day surpassed 50,000, her heart rate monitor beeped softly in the background, and her blood pressure numbers climbed higher with each indulgence.

“You’re an icon!”

“Queen of calories and confidence!”

“BBWFatty forever! We love you!”

For BBWFatty, life was one big celebration of food, community, and self-acceptance. She had fully embraced her identity, letting herself grow wider and softer with every passing day. Her streams were no longer just entertainment—they were a spectacle of excess, a testament to her unapologetic embrace of who she had become.

And as she leaned back into her couch, surrounded by the love of her fans and the remains of yet another massive feast, she couldn’t help but smile. This was her life now, and she was living it to the fullest—one bite, one calorie, and one rising number at a time.

-Part 7-

As BBWFatty’s streams grew more extravagant, so did her appetite—and with it, her size. By this point, her meals had escalated to truly unimaginable proportions. Each one was a spectacle, surpassing 30,000 calories easily. Breakfast alone could feed an entire family for a week, yet she consumed it effortlessly, her fans cheering her on as her calorie counter ticked higher and higher.

Her mornings began with stacks of pancakes dripping in syrup, entire trays of cinnamon rolls smothered in frosting, plates of bacon and sausage, and several oversized milkshakes to wash it all down. Her calorie counter shot past 30,000 before she even considered lunch.

“You know, chat,” she’d say with a chuckle, leaning back in her reinforced couch as her tank top strained against her expanding body, “I don’t think anyone in the world eats like this. I’m basically a one-woman buffet!”

Lunch, of course, pushed her further. By the time she finished devouring entire pizzas, family-sized trays of pasta, dozens of burgers, and countless sides of fries and onion rings, her calorie count soared past 90,000. The numbers were mind-boggling, yet her fans couldn’t get enough.

"90k by lunch? You’re a MACHINE!"

"BBWFatty breaking records every single day!"

"Queen of calories, queen of life!"

Her body, once soft and round, had grown beyond recognition. Her belly, once a plush curve resting in her lap, now spread outward in every direction. It was no longer just round—it had become a massive, formless blob of soft, doughy flesh that spilled over her sides and spread across her couch. Her hips had widened dramatically, her thighs thick and pillowy as they pressed together, and her arms were so plump they rested heavily at her sides.

Despite her size, she continued to stream with the same confidence and humor her fans adored. She no longer bothered trying to sit up properly; instead, she lounged back on her specially reinforced couch, surrounded by pillows and blankets that barely accommodated her growing frame.

“I told you, chat,” she teased one day, poking at the massive swell of her belly, “this is all YOUR fault. You’ve turned me into the ultimate junk food queen. Look at me—I’m basically a giant blob now!”

Her fans loved her unfiltered honesty and praised her for embracing her size.

"Blob or queen, you’re perfect to us!"

"More belly, more love!"

"You’re living the dream, BBWFatty!"

The changes to her body were impossible to ignore. When she leaned back after a massive meal, her belly would spread out, folding and pooling in layers across her lap and the sides of the couch. Her skin was soft and pillowy, her once-distinct figure now a continuous expanse of plushness. Even her tank tops, which she used to wear comfortably, were now little more than stretched-out scraps of fabric clinging to her immense form.

Her health monitors had become a central part of the show. The calorie counter ticked higher and higher with each bite, while her heart rate monitor beeped softly in the background, fluctuating as she shifted or reached for another snack. The blood pressure tracker, once a novelty, now displayed numbers that made even her fans gasp in awe.

“Don’t worry, chat,” she’d joke as she clicked the button for a new reading. “I’ve got this under control. Kinda. Maybe.”

By dinner, her calorie count often surpassed 150,000 for the day, and she was too full and sluggish to do anything but lounge and chat with her fans. Her moans of satisfaction, occasional burps, and playful sighs of “I’m so stuffed” became highlights of her streams.

One particularly memorable stream saw her trying to finish an entire catering tray of lasagna on top of her usual dinner feast. By the time she was halfway through, her belly was so heavy and full that she could barely move.

“Chat,” she groaned, patting the expansive blob of her stomach, “I think I’ve hit my limit… Just kidding. Pass me the garlic bread.”

Her fans went wild, flooding her with donations and words of encouragement.

"Never stop, queen!"

"Every bite is a victory!"

"You’re a legend, BBWFatty!"

Despite her immense size and growing struggles, she was happier than ever. Her streams were thriving, her fans adored her, and she had fully embraced her identity as the ultimate symbol of indulgence and self-love.

As she reclined on her couch, surrounded by the remains of yet another massive meal, she glanced at the camera with a tired but satisfied smile.

“This is my life now, chat,” she said, resting her hands on the massive, formless swell of her belly. “And you know what? I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Her fans erupted in support, their love and admiration pouring in through donations and messages. For BBWFatty, every meal, every calorie, and every moment was a celebration of life’s pleasures—no matter how big she became.

-Part 8-

After months of streaming as BBWFatty, the once-anonymous persona who had become an online sensation, Lily decided it was time for something new. She had built a massive, loyal following who adored her for her confidence, humor, and unapologetic indulgence. Yet, despite the love and support from her community, she started to feel like it was time to shed the alias “BBWFatty” and reveal more of her true self.

One day, during a particularly relaxed stream—where she had already devoured two massive breakfasts, several snacks, and a giant tray of donuts—Lily leaned back into her mountain of pillows, her soft, formless body spreading across the couch. Between bites of a gooey chocolate croissant, she looked at the camera with a thoughtful expression.

“Alright, chat,” she began, wiping a smudge of frosting from her lips. “I’ve been thinking about something. You all know me as BBWFatty, and don’t get me wrong, I love that name—it’s been iconic. But I feel like it’s time to make things a little more personal.”

The chat erupted in curiosity.

"What’s going on, queen?"

"Don’t scare us! What’s the big reveal?"

"WE LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT!"

She smiled warmly, her cheeks flushed both from her size and the love flooding in from her viewers. “Don’t worry,” she reassured them, placing a hand on the massive swell of her belly, “I’m not going anywhere. But I think it’s time you all knew my real name.”

The chat went wild, thousands of messages scrolling by as her viewers eagerly awaited the reveal.

“Alright,” she said, leaning forward with some effort, her belly pressing against the edge of the table. “My name is Lily. There you have it! BBWFatty is Lily in real life.”

Her fans exploded with excitement, the chat filled with heart emojis, cheers, and messages of support.

"LILY!!! Such a cute name for our queen!"

"Lily, you’re perfect!"

"Queen LilyGlutton when?!"

She laughed at that last comment, her belly jiggling slightly as she shifted to get comfortable again. “Speaking of which,” she continued, “I think it’s time we come up with a new name. Something that includes my real name but also, you know… fits me.” She gestured to her immense, formless body with a playful grin. “I mean, I’m not exactly subtle about my appetite, right?”

The chat immediately jumped on the idea, throwing out suggestions that combined her name with aspects of her personality and lifestyle.

"LilyLovesFood!"

"GluttonousLily!"

"LilyTheFeast!"

"LilyBlob!"

She giggled at the suggestions, reading them aloud as she picked at another snack. “Wow, you all really know me, huh?” she said. “But come on, let’s find something that really sticks. Something *perfect.*”

After a while, one suggestion caught her eye: *LilyGlutton.*

Her face lit up as she read it aloud. “LilyGlutton?” she repeated, rolling the name around in her head. “You know… I think I love it! It’s simple, it’s fitting, and it’s *me.*”

The chat exploded with approval.

"YES! LilyGlutton is perfect!"

"Our queen has found her new title!"

"Long live LilyGlutton!"

She smiled, her cheeks dimpling as she leaned back with a contented sigh. “Alright, chat, you win. From now on, I’m LilyGlutton. I mean, let’s be real—it’s pretty accurate. Between my appetite and, well, *this,*” she gestured to her expansive figure with a laugh, “I think it’s safe to say the name fits.”

From that moment on, her streams took on a new identity. The rebranding was simple but impactful, with new overlays featuring the name "LilyGlutton" in bold, playful fonts, surrounded by illustrations of food, desserts, and a soft cartoon version of herself. Her fans loved the change, embracing it as a new chapter in her journey.

“Welcome to the LilyGlutton Era!” she announced during her next stream, holding up an oversized slice of cake as if to toast the occasion. “Let’s eat to celebrate!”

Her streams continued as they always had, filled with massive meals, endless indulgence, and her signature humor. But now, her audience felt even closer to her, knowing her real name and seeing her fully embrace who she had become.

And as LilyGlutton, she thrived. Her streams were bigger, her community was stronger, and her appetite—for both food and life—was as insatiable as ever.

-Part 9-

LilyGlutton’s fame had reached an entirely new level. Her streams were no longer just about eating; they had become a worldwide phenomenon. With her rebranding and the incredible success of her community, she realized she had outgrown Twitch. The platform’s restrictions no longer suited her increasingly bold and extravagant content.

So, after weeks of planning and teasing her fans, she made the announcement during one of her marathon streams, her belly spilling across her lap as she lounged in her stretched tank top and shorts.

“Alright, chat,” she began, leaning back with a sly smile, “it’s time for some big news. I’m leaving Twitch.”

The chat froze for a moment before erupting in a flood of messages.

"WHAT?!"

"Nooo! Don’t leave us!"

"Where are you going, queen?"

She held up a hand, her plump fingers catching the light. “Calm down, calm down. I’m not going anywhere! I’m just moving to my own space—a place where I can do *whatever* I want, with no limits.”

She paused, letting the anticipation build. “Introducing… LilyGlutton.com!”

The chat exploded in excitement, donations pouring in as fans celebrated the news.

"She’s unstoppable!"

"OUR QUEEN IS GOING INDEPENDENT!"

"Can’t wait to see what you do next!"

True to her word, Lily launched her new website the very next week. It was a sleek, custom-built platform tailored to her unique brand. Fans could access her streams, exclusive videos, and even a shop where they could buy LilyGlutton merchandise. But the highlight of her new site was the freedom it gave her to express herself fully—without restrictions.

During her debut stream on LilyGlutton.com, she decided to make a bold statement. Draped in a loose robe that barely covered her immense, soft body, she leaned into the camera with a playful smirk.

“So, chat,” she began, her voice dripping with mischief, “I figured since this is my space now, I should kick things off with something *special.* No rules, no limits, just me being… me.”

With that, she stood up slowly, the robe slipping from her shoulders to reveal her bare skin. Her belly, now a massive, formless blob, jiggled slightly as she moved, her body taking up more of the camera frame than ever before. She struck a playful pose, her cheeks flushed with confidence and amusement.

“Surprise!” she announced, her laughter filling the room. “This is LilyGlutton—*all* of me.”

Her fans went wild, the chat filling with messages of adoration and awe.

"ABSOLUTE GODDESS!"

"LILY, YOU’RE PERFECT!"

"OUR QUEEN IS FEARLESS!"

She twirled slowly, her enormous body moving with her as she leaned back into her couch, completely unbothered by her nudity. “Now that I’ve got your attention,” she teased, picking up a slice of cake from the table, “let’s talk about tomorrow’s event. I’m auctioning off something *very* special to the highest donor.”

She leaned forward conspiratorially, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. “My panties. The very ones I’m wearing right now. Whoever donates the most tomorrow gets them—and trust me, they’ll come with my *personal touch.*”

The chat exploded once again, fans pledging donations and expressing their excitement for the auction.

"I NEED THOSE!"

"Take my money, queen!"

"This is the best day of my life!"

Lily leaned back, licking frosting from her fingers as she grinned at the camera. “You’ve got 24 hours to get ready, chat. Let’s see who’s really devoted to their queen.”

The next day, her site saw record traffic as fans poured in to watch the auction and compete for her special gift. For Lily, it was just another step in embracing her identity and giving her fans exactly what they wanted. She was unapologetically herself, and her community loved her for it.

With every bold move, LilyGlutton continued to redefine what it meant to be confident, indulgent, and utterly unforgettable.

-Part 10-

As the 24-hour countdown for the infamous auction began on LilyGlutton’s new site, the atmosphere was electric. Fans flooded into the chat, eager to see who would claim her coveted, very personal prize. The donations were pouring in by the minute, each one higher than the last, as Lily giggled and flirted with the camera, teasing her audience with playful comments about her upcoming giveaway.

By the time the final hour approached, the donation total for her old panties had reached incredible heights. Fans were outbidding each other, and Lily, with her usual mischievous smile, continued to stoke the fire. Her round belly shifted and swayed as she lounged in the chair, comfortably eating snacks and chatting with her community.

Then, at the final moment, the screen flashed with a massive donation.

$1000

The chat erupted into chaos, filled with messages of disbelief and excitement.

"1K?! WHOA!"

"Are you serious?!"

"That’s a lot of money for some panties!"

Lily’s eyes widened in mock surprise as she saw the amount on screen. “Well, well, well…” she said, letting the suspense build, her fingers tapping against her plump belly. “Looks like we’ve got a big spender in the house.”

The screen displayed the username of the lucky fan: BigSpender123.

“BigSpender123,” she continued with a grin, “you are officially the winner of my personal panties.” She paused dramatically, her voice lowering to a teasing whisper. “I’m sure they’ll bring you all the luck you need.”

As the fan’s name appeared in the chat, a wave of messages flooded in, some in awe, others in disbelief at the audacity of the donation.

"You’re a legend!"

"BIG SPENDER ALL THE WAY!"

"1K for panties?! You must really love her!"

Lily giggled, enjoying the attention as much as the high donations. “Alright, BigSpender123,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief, “I’ll be sending them your way soon—don’t worry, they’ll come with a little extra from me. Consider it a special gift from your queen.”

The chat was filled with messages of excitement, both for the winner and the sheer audacity of it all. Some fans were amused by the exchange, others impressed with Lily’s confidence in monetizing her unique brand.

"That’s one way to make money!"

"Lily is unbeatable!"

"Best day ever for BigSpender123!"

Lily leaned back, her body filling the frame of the camera as she took another bite of her snack. “You know, chat,” she said between bites, “I never thought I’d get here. But here we are. And I have YOU to thank. It’s all about the love, the support, and of course—my growing collection of special panties.”

With that, she winked at the camera and finished off her cake, her giggles filling the stream.

As the night wore on, the auction became a legend in its own right—one that would live on in LilyGlutton’s lore as one of the most outrageous, hilarious, and unapologetically her moments in her streaming career. And for BigSpender123, it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience to receive such a personal (and lucrative) prize, solidifying their place in Lily’s wild world of indulgence.

No matter what came next, LilyGlutton was unstoppable.

-Part 11-

As LilyGlutton’s legend continued to grow, so did her size—and with it, her ability to draw in more and more viewers. What began as a fun, indulgent journey of eating massive meals had turned into something far more extreme. Her community, while initially shocked by the sheer scale of her appetite, now found themselves entranced by the spectacle of Lily’s daily indulgence. Her body had become a symbol of excess, of pushing limits—and they loved her for it.

Lily’s room, once a cozy space filled with pillows and snacks, now looked more like a medical facility. A collection of machines lined the walls: a heart rate monitor beeped steadily, its numbers fluctuating wildly after each meal, while an oxygen pump stood in the corner, ready for any emergencies. The insulin pump was a necessary addition, quietly working in the background to manage the effects of her extreme eating habits. The bed, an enormous, reinforced structure, creaked under the weight of her massive form as she lounged in it, surrounded by empty snack wrappers, food trays, and drink bottles.

At the side of the screen, a small window displayed her stats in real time:

Current Weight: 1200 pounds

Blood Pressure: 220/140 (and rising)

Blood Sugar: 550 mg/dL

Heart Rate: 145 bpm

The numbers were as extreme as Lily herself, and her fans couldn’t get enough. Every time she finished a 60,000-calorie meal, the calorie counter ticked up, the number flashing in bright red, while the chat exploded with excitement.

“60K calories?! You’re amazing, Lily!”

“Queen of indulgence, queen of excess!”

“I’m here for all of it, LilyGlutton!”

She would smile at the comments, occasionally puffing out her belly to show off her progress as she ate yet another massive meal. Her clothes, once tight and form-fitting, now hung off her frame, barely able to contain the immense bulk of her body. Every movement caused ripples across her flesh, and her arms and legs had grown so large that they barely fit in the frame of the camera.

Lily would lean back, her plush body spreading across her reinforced bed, and tap at her keyboard to interact with her fans. “Look at those numbers, chat. I think I’m breaking records here!” she’d laugh.

Her fans were enamored, watching as the health monitors updated in real time. They cheered her on, seeing the increasing numbers as a mark of her gluttonous success. They knew that each meal—each excess—was a celebration of her unapologetic appetite.

But despite the concern some of her followers expressed, Lily never seemed fazed. She was, after all, living her truth. “Don’t worry, chat. I’m built for this. Just look at my stats! I’m unstoppable. Just keep sending those donations, and I’ll keep eating.”

She gave them exactly what they wanted: more. Always more. The food, the numbers, the indulgence—it was all part of the show. Every meal now involved multiple trays of food, mountains of fast food, mountains of sugary snacks, and entire cakes. She devoured them all, often leaning back in her chair, pausing to breathe, and watching the numbers climb higher.

At times, she’d take a short nap, the soft whir of the oxygen pump the only sound in the room as her body relaxed, only to wake up hours later, ravenous and ready for more.

“Time for round two,” she’d say, her voice thick with satisfaction as she picked up another burger, wiping crumbs from her lips. Her fans were hooked, donating wildly, as the live stats tracked every moment of her gluttonous journey.

Her weight continued to climb, and she joked about it as if it were no big deal. “Well, chat, looks like I’m about to hit 1300 pounds,” she’d laugh, patting her swollen belly. “What do you think? Should we make it a goal to hit 2000 pounds? I could do it!”

The heart rate monitor beeped faster as she dug into another massive plate of food. Her fans were thrilled by the increasing numbers, donating larger and larger amounts to see how far Lily could push her limits. It became a daily ritual: each meal was an event, each number an achievement to be celebrated.

“LilyGlutton’s body is the ultimate feast,” one fan commented. “She’s not just eating—she’s becoming an icon.”

Her bed creaked under her growing frame as she shifted, the reinforced structure holding up under the immense weight. She didn’t just represent indulgence—she represented the idea that there was no limit to how far one could go in the pursuit of pleasure.

And Lily, always the entertainer, had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

“Don’t worry about me, chat,” she’d say, smiling into the camera with a wink. “I’m living my best life. And if you keep watching, I’ll keep eating.”

Her journey, and her body, had become a living legend—and for LilyGlutton, there was no turning back.

-Part 12-

As LilyGlutton’s journey progressed, her world of indulgence spiraled even further into extreme territory. Her meals grew larger, more outrageous, and the numbers attached to her stats skyrocketed at a speed that seemed impossible. Each meal became an event, not just for her but for her entire community. The sense of anticipation before each eating session, the sound of her heart rate monitor starting to beep louder as she prepared to dive into another massive meal—it was as much a ritual as it was a performance.

The scale, always a staple of her broadcasts, now displayed jaw-dropping figures. The calorie counter on the side of the screen updated faster than her viewers could process, each meal reaching new heights.

Current Weight: 1500 pounds

Blood Pressure: 240/160

Blood Sugar: 650 mg/dL

Heart Rate: 210 bpm

Calories Consumed: 75K+ per meal

The heart rate monitor beeped more urgently now, echoing her increasing physical exertion with every bite. Her weight, once a distant fantasy, was now a reality she welcomed with open arms. Her body had become an undeniable force, each inch of her swollen frame a testament to the gluttonous habits she embraced. Her fans, more devoted than ever, cheered her on as she devoured mountains of food, watching in awe as she consumed plate after plate—each one heavier than the last.

"She's unstoppable!" one fan typed, as another exclaimed, "Lily, you’re a legend!"

Lily’s meals now involved stacks of fast food, entire tubs of ice cream, whole cakes, and trays of cookies, one after another. The food didn’t just fill her stomach—it became part of the performance, a way to see just how much more she could consume, how far she could push herself. Her body, a soft, enormous mass of indulgence, spread out across her reinforced bed, cradling her as she ate, her stomach constantly groaning under the weight of the food she was taking in.

She would wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, chuckling as the stats updated live. "Look at that, chat! 1500 pounds! I think I'm really pushing the limits now!"

The chat filled with excited messages.

"YES! We’re watching history!"

"You’re changing the game, Lily!"

"We love you, Lily!"

As her blood pressure and heart rate spiked with each massive intake, Lily remained unfazed. The monitors beeped and flashed warnings, but to Lily, they were just part of the fun. Her fans knew the risks, but they couldn’t stop watching. It was like a trainwreck—they couldn’t look away. And Lily, with a mischievous glint in her eye, gave them exactly what they wanted: more food, more indulgence, more excess.

"Blood pressure up again! Let’s make it 300/200 next time!" she joked, as she took another enormous bite. The heart rate monitor continued to beep erratically, matching the growing tension in the air. "Can you feel it, chat? The tension? Every bite is taking me closer to new records!"

The scale on her screen now had a special section, with a running total of how many calories she had consumed that day. 75K after one meal. The numbers were climbing faster than anyone had anticipated, her stats speeding up to near-unstoppable levels. Every donation brought even more food, her followers pushing her to eat more, to see her reach new extremes.

"Keep it coming, chat!" she’d say, as her fans donated to keep her going. "I need more—let’s make tonight’s meal 100K calories!"

Her body had grown softer and more bloated, her figure a giant mass of curves and rolls, but she wore it like a crown. The reinforced bed creaked under the pressure, yet it held firm, designed to accommodate her incredible weight. The oxygen pump occasionally kicked on, a soft whirring sound, as her body adjusted to the increasing strain of her size.

“Can you feel that, chat?” she laughed. “That’s me pushing boundaries. Pushing myself further than anyone ever thought I could go.”

The growing scale of her indulgence had turned Lily into an icon in her own right. She had become both a spectacle and a symbol—a living testament to the power of excess, and her fans loved her more for it with every meal.

But Lily wasn’t done. She was just getting started. As the numbers continued to rise—her weight, her calories, her blood pressure—her body was becoming more and more of a show in itself. Her fans adored it, hungry for more, eager to see how far Lily would push herself.

“Let’s see if we can hit 2,000 pounds next week,” she joked one evening, her belly hanging heavy, her heart rate pushing 220 bpm. The thought seemed outrageous, but in Lily’s world, nothing was off-limits. She had embraced the idea of living in excess, and for her fans, it was the greatest show on Earth.

LilyGlutton had truly become a legend—one who lived in the numbers, in the indulgence, and in the adoration of her ever-growing community. And she was determined to continue, no matter how high the numbers climbed.

-Part 13-

LilyGlutton had become a living legend. Her name was on the lips of everyone who followed extreme feats of consumption and personal excess. As the months passed, she continued to shatter record after record, each meal becoming a monumental event. Her fans watched with bated breath as she approached numbers no one had ever thought possible, but Lily wasn’t just about eating; she was rewriting the very concept of indulgence itself.

At **2438 pounds**, Lily had surpassed every expectation, breaking records that no one could have predicted. The moment her weight hit that jaw-dropping number, the world took notice. It wasn’t just her growing body that captivated attention—it was the sheer audacity of her lifestyle, her ability to push the limits in every aspect of her existence.

**Guinness World Records** finally reached out, making a historic visit to Lily’s custom-designed room. It was now an official world-record-setting environment, with medical equipment surrounding her as she lounged in her reinforced bed, her body a vast expanse of soft flesh, the result of months—years—of extreme overeating. The room had a clinical atmosphere now, with oxygen tanks, heart monitors, and insulin pumps, but Lily was unfazed by the sight.

She beamed as the Guinness team set up their cameras, preparing to record her latest achievements. Her heart rate monitor beeped rapidly, a sign of her excitement—or perhaps the result of the *massive* meal she had just devoured.

“Alright, folks, here we go. The world’s about to witness history!” she said, her voice playful but laced with pride. The chat exploded, knowing this moment was as much theirs as it was hers.

The Guinness team began announcing the records she had officially broken:

- **Heaviest Living Human** – 2438 pounds

- **Highest Calorie Intake in a Single Meal** – 150,000 calories

- **Most Food Consumed in Under an Hour** – 95 pounds of food

- **Fastest Heart Rate During a Meal** – 238 bpm

- **Highest Blood Pressure** – 270/190

- **Most Time Spent Eating in a Single Day** – 16 hours of continuous eating

Lily raised her massive hands in mock humility, causing a ripple across her body. “Thank you, thank you,” she laughed, her voice dripping with pride. “It’s been a lot of hard work to get here. But don’t worry, chat—I’m just getting started. There’s *more* records to break. You’ll see.”

Her fans flooded the chat with messages of awe and celebration.

"THE QUEEN HAS DONE IT!"

"NO ONE CAN TOUCH HER!"

"THE LEGEND CONTINUES!"

The Guinness representatives, though shocked by the sheer scale of Lily’s achievements, took meticulous notes and measured every aspect of her current state, marking it as an unprecedented feat in human history. They made sure to document her weight, heart rate, and the vast amount of food she had consumed, recording everything with precision.

Lily grinned as they measured her. “You see, it’s not just about being the biggest, it’s about *enjoying* the ride. You’ve got to love every single bite. That’s the secret, chat. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

But there was no sign of slowing down. As the records were officially logged, Lily’s fans only demanded more. Every meal became more extreme than the last. Her weight increased by several pounds each day, and her body continued to grow wider, softer, and even more massive. The **heart rate monitor** now beeped steadily in the 230s as her heartbeat struggled to keep up with her enormous appetite. Her **blood pressure** was higher than ever, reaching 270/190 at its peak during meals. But Lily, always the performer, remained undaunted.

"Don’t worry about me, chat," she would say between bites. "I’ve got this. You wanted the biggest, the baddest, and the *most*—and I’m here to deliver."

As the days passed, more and more records were added to her list, her growing body and ever-expanding appetite continuing to make headlines. She had become a figure of mythic proportions—a living testament to human indulgence and excess. No one could deny her place in history, and she continued to entertain her adoring fans, pushing the boundaries further with each passing meal.

“Is 3000 pounds next?” she teased during one of her streams, her voice thick with laughter. “I’ll do it, chat. I’m not stopping. Let’s break another record—together!”

Her fans, now fully invested in her legendary rise, cheered her on with fervor, sending donations that fueled the ongoing spectacle. LilyGlutton was no longer just a streamer; she was an icon, a force of nature, breaking records and living in a world of indulgence few could even imagine.

As she reclined in her custom bed, surrounded by monitors, food, and the flashing numbers of her incredible statistics, Lily knew that her journey was far from over. If anything, it was just beginning. The numbers kept rising, her appetite continued to grow, and the world watched, transfixed, as the legend of LilyGlutton expanded into realms no one had ever seen before.

-Part 14-

LilyGlutton had crossed the threshold of mere entertainment—she was now an unstoppable force of nature, a living spectacle that captured the imagination of millions. Her appetite was insatiable, her desire to break records even stronger than before. As each meal grew larger, more indulgent, and more extreme, so did the size of her ever-expanding frame.

Her fans could hardly keep up with the speed at which she devoured food. No longer content to eat at a leisurely pace, Lily’s meals now became marathons of speed and quantity. The hours of indulging stretched into the late night, but she never slowed down. The numbers on her stats updated faster than the viewers could process—her **calorie intake** climbed at an exponential rate, her **heart rate** would spike with each bite, and her **weight** seemed to grow by the minute. She had become a living embodiment of excess, devouring massive piles of food in record time.

“Time for the *ultimate* challenge,” she declared one evening, eyes gleaming with excitement as her fans flooded the chat with anticipation. Her stomach, swollen and stretched to its limit, growled in hunger as she prepared for another round of indulgence. “We’re going to break the speed record. Let’s see if I can finish 100K calories in 30 minutes, chat. Are you ready?”

Her fans were on the edge of their seats, eagerly awaiting the spectacle. The food appeared: massive burgers, giant pizzas, tubs of ice cream, and entire cakes stacked high on trays. Lily’s hands were already grabbing food, shoveling it into her mouth with an almost animalistic intensity. The **calorie counter** on the side of the screen ticked up at lightning speed, each bite adding to the already staggering total.

Her **heart rate** shot up, fluctuating wildly with every bite. The beeping of the monitor quickened, matching the frantic pace of her eating. Her **blood pressure** rose with each passing minute, crossing into dangerous territory, but Lily remained unfazed. Her focus was solely on the food, the challenge, and the excitement of pushing her body further than anyone ever thought possible.

“Look at that, chat!” she laughed between bites, her cheeks stuffed with food. “I’m about to break the 100K barrier in *half the time*!” Her voice was thick with satisfaction, but the speed with which she devoured the food was almost too fast to comprehend. Her hands were a blur, grabbing more and more, stuffing her face with incredible amounts of calories in a matter of seconds.

By the time 30 minutes had passed, she was already well past the 100K mark. The chat exploded with cheers, sending donation after donation as Lily smiled, crumbs falling from her lips. “Did I break the record? Of course I did. And we’re only getting started!”

Her **weight** now soared above **2600 pounds**, her body a sprawling mass of soft, bloated flesh. Her **blood pressure** had reached dangerous heights, well beyond the normal range, and her **heart rate** continued to soar into the 240s, but Lily kept eating, as if nothing could stop her.

Each meal now felt like an event. Her reinforced bed creaked under her weight as she reclined, her massive frame filling the camera frame as she continued to shovel food into her mouth, barely pausing to take a breath. The **food consumption counter** remained at the top of the screen, a constant reminder of her indulgence. Every bite added to the spectacle, the food piling up around her as she devoured it at a terrifying pace.

“Let’s go for 150K next time,” she teased, her voice breathy and satisfied. “What do you think, chat? Think I can finish it in 30 minutes again?”

The fans were hooked, eagerly awaiting the next challenge. They flooded the chat with comments of support and excitement, urging her on as she continued to break records. Donations poured in as the numbers on the screen climbed higher—**calories**, **blood sugar**, **weight**—they all increased at an alarming rate.

And Lily? She was more than happy to oblige. With every bite, she pushed herself further, her appetite insatiable. Her stomach, now massive and distended, could barely hold the food she shoved into it, yet she always found room for more.

Her **weight** climbed past **2800 pounds**, and the **heart rate monitor** seemed to struggle to keep up with the rapid pace of her consumption. Her body was reaching its physical limits, but Lily had no intention of stopping. For her fans, it was more than just entertainment—it was a journey, and she was the unstoppable force leading them through it.

“Speed eating *champion* of the world,” she laughed, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Who would’ve thought? But hey, chat, you’ve been with me from the start. Let’s see how big we can really get. Let’s see how many records we can break together.”

And so, the legend of **LilyGlutton** continued to grow. With each passing day, her weight skyrocketed, her meals became even more extreme, and the world watched in awe as she continued to break every record in her path. Nothing could stop her now. She had become the embodiment of excess, and her fans loved every moment of it.

-End-

[jackiequick]

— The Invisible Beauty OC

— “With all due respect sir, i have to work twice as hard to prove myself for just a bit of recognizing respect. I may not be as smart as the other men and women here but I know my value. I understand that much.”

-> Juliette Florence

Face Claim: Janelle Monáe

Full name: Juliette Florence Genesis Wilkes Wilson

Nicknames: Juliet, Flora, Flo, Fiona

Age: 28–32

Height: 5’3

Birthday: February 7, 1992 (Aquarius)

Relationship Status: Single

Occupation: Model, Actress, Secretary and Co-Navigator

Alias: Timeless beauty, The Model, Off-Line Agent

Appearance:

Florence has the timeless beauty of Janelle Monáe, with a striking presence that blends elegance with an adventurous spirit. Despite being from the 2000s, her fashion sense has evolved to match the modern era, seamlessly combining vintage charm with contemporary style. She tends to wear timeless clothes from her grandmother and mother from the 60s-70s, within her on her wardrobe now.

Standing at 5'0, she may be petite, but her confidence and determination make her a force to be reckoned with.

Personality: A Southern belle with a gentle heart, Juliette has a bark that's always thicker than her bite. She's a fast talker with a snarky edge, always ready with a quick-witted remark. Her mama always told her to be kind but to make sure everyone knows she tried her damn hardest at everything.

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Powers and Abilities:

Invisibility: Juliet possesses the ability to turn invisible at will, allowing her to move undetected and evade danger when necessary. This power grants her a strategic advantage in both her personal and professional life, enabling her to navigate tricky situations with stealth and precision.

Teleportation: With the ability to teleport, Juliet can instantaneously transport herself from one location to another, covering vast distances in a matter of seconds. This skill comes in handy during her hectic schedule, allowing her to seamlessly juggle multiple commitments and obligations.

Force Shields: Juliet can generate force shields to protect herself and others from physical harm. These shields act as a barrier against external threats, providing a layer of defense in dangerous situations. Along with her ability to defend and hold her own, finding the strength to deepen her defenses.

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— Backstory:

Juliet grew up in a small town, where she was always fascinated by the stories her grandmother told her about their heritage. Her interest in her roots led her to explore various artistic pursuits, including modeling and writing.

Like any artist, she wasn’t clear onto her goals in life, especially being a woman of color, she feared she wouldn’t get enough credit for her work. Especially due to the fact that she had zero experience whatsoever in the industry up to that point.

However she knew she wanted to model and dance like all the artists she loved to see on her tv screens. Such as Aaliyah, Beyoncé, Alicia Keys and others. She enjoyed their music and the fact that theses fine women were able to dance, as well as model for the next generation to come.

Still, she went on to that path and made a move to Hollywood a couple of years later. She did small gigs here and there, modeling for companies who would take in any kind of role to be the face of their products and services. She danced around on stage at cafes and pay the bills at the restaurant she worked at, where dancers would perform for the guests.

She even performed and made friends with a couple of girls, being invited to events and introducing herself to the crowd.

In the late 2000s a Hollywood film project wanted to explore the concept of space exploration and the roles of people in NASA so they sent actors and actresses to be introduced to the field, Juliet Florence was picked to go along being someone who wanted to development her craft from model to actress at the time, she wanted a hands on approach to the world she would be playing on in the film industry.

So she allowed the freedom to explore the space program with a visitors perspective along with the others that day. However certain curiosity got the best of her, as she found herself looking through the window of an experimental act taking shape before her eyes. During the critical test launch, an unforeseen incident occurred.

A powerful temporal anomaly was unleashed blasting past the walls across the door hitting Juliet as she fell asleep on the ground from such a terrible hit. She woke up in the hospital in a daze surrounded by doctors who questioned her health status after the incident but felt fine.

Bleeding a little from the wound she was given from the impact and a mild headache but other than that she was alright. She remembers the blue light from the source of the blast being the last thing she saw as she rushed for safety before passing out.

She was sent back home a couple of days later where she then discovered her powers in the kitchen as she almost got a jump scare from the lighting storm outside and once she looked at the her reflection in the toaster, she saw she turned invisible for a split second then back to normal. She gasped in shock almost immediately stumbling on her own feet.

Over time she noticed her skin was softer and smoother almost instantly creating her timeless appearance, like she was using some kind of makeup product. Or if she was using a new set of coconut butter on her body to make it almost shine bright like a diamond.

She knew she couldn’t tell anyone at the time, especially thinking they might believe her to be seen as freak or worse. She wanted to continue her career as a dancer and actress, if someone found out that she affected by this…she might lose everything she worked for.

It was hard enough being an African American woman in Hollywood, but imagine being one who had some freaky abilities.

She would be screwed…

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- The Unexpected Rise Of The Beauty 

After the incident at the NASA facility, Juliette Florence finds herself grappling with a new reality. Initially, she tries to dismiss the strange occurrences as figments of her imagination. The fleeting moments of invisibility and the odd sensations of teleportation, that appeared when she felt threatened—she chalks them up to stress and fatigue. 

But the doubts linger, casting a shadow over her already demanding start in Hollywood.

The Catalyst for Change

One late night, as she sits on her couch eating a fruit salad and flipping through channels, something catches her eye on the news. The screen displays rare footage captured on a phone of a tall, dark-skinned woman with bleach-white hair, commanding the forces of nature. The news anchor identifies her as Storm, a powerful mutant who uses her abilities to protect others. The sight of Storm—confident, unashamed, and using her powers for good—strikes a chord deep within Juliette.

For the first time since the incident, Juliette sees a reflection of herself in someone else. Storm's presence ignites a spark of hope and determination. If Storm can embrace her powers and use them to make a difference, perhaps Juliette can too.

Embracing the Unknown

The next morning, Juliette decides to face her fears head-on. She begins experimenting with her abilities in the safety of her home. Initially, it's a chaotic process filled with frustration, fear, and exhaustion. She practices teleporting from her living room to her backyard, learning to focus her mind on the target destination. She discovers that her invisibility is triggered by strong emotions—fear, frustration, and annoyance—and works on calming herself to control this power.

Each day, from Tuesday morning to Saturday afternoon, Juliette dedicates some time to understanding her abilities. She keeps a low profile, ensuring that no one outside her home learns about her powers. 

Despite the challenges, she persists, driven by the image of Storm and the realization that she, too, can harness her abilities.

Returning to Hollywood

After a while, Juliette returns to the movie studio. She realizes that the role she originally wanted no longer feels right. It's a painful reminder of the incident that changed her life. Instead, she speaks with her agent and decides to seek out roles that allow her more freedom to express herself—whether through singing, dancing, or acting in characters with depth and complexity.

Her determination pays off. She lands roles that not only showcase her talents but also allow her to draw on her newfound strength. Such as Iridessa in The Tinkerbell movies, Hidden Figures, Think Like A Man, Rio 2, Netflix’s Glass Onion, Bad Boys, and guest star in tv series.

Her performances gain a new layer of authenticity and power, captivating audiences and critics alike.

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Likes:

Fashion: Juliet has a passion for fashion, drawing inspiration from both vintage styles and contemporary trends. She enjoys experimenting with different looks and expressing herself through her wardrobe.

Music: A lover of music, Juliet finds solace and inspiration in various genres, from classic R&B and soul to modern pop and hip-hop. Music serves as a source of comfort and motivation for her.

Literature: Juliet has a deep appreciation for literature, particularly works that explore themes of identity, culture, and resilience. She enjoys immersing herself in books that provide insight and inspiration.

Dance: Juliet's background in dance fuels her love for movement and self-expression. Whether it's choreographing routines or hitting the dance floor with friends, she finds joy in the rhythm and energy of dance.

Dislikes:

Societal Expectations: Juliet harbors resentment towards societal expectations that seek to limit her authenticity and self-expression. She dislikes feeling pressured to conform to narrow standards of beauty and behavior.

Prejudice and Discrimination: Having experienced prejudice and discrimination firsthand, Juliet despises injustice in all its forms. She advocates for equality and inclusivity, using her platform to amplify marginalized voices.

Betrayal: Trust is important to Juliet, and she dislikes betrayal or deceit from those she holds dear. She values loyalty and honesty in her relationships and is quick to distance herself from those who betray her trust.

Friends and Family:

Grandmother: Juliet shares a close bond with her grandmother, who serves as a source of wisdom and guidance. Their relationship is rooted in love and mutual respect, with Juliet often seeking her grandmother's advice in times of need.

Close Friends: Juliet's circle of friends consists of fellow artists, activists, and creatives who share her values and passions. They provide support and camaraderie, standing by her side through the ups and downs of life in Hollywood.

Struggles with Powers/Roles:

Secrecy: Juliet grapples with the burden of keeping her powers a secret, fearing the repercussions if they were to be exposed. This constant vigilance adds stress to her already demanding career and personal life.

Identity Crisis: The juxtaposition of her public persona and her hidden abilities creates an internal conflict for Juliet, leading to moments of doubt and insecurity about her true self.

Balancing Act: Juliet struggles to balance her various roles and responsibilities, from her career as a model and actress to her advocacy work and personal relationships. Finding equilibrium amidst the chaos of her life proves challenging at times.

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Who knows where Juliette will go next in her journey? Maybe she’ll meet the woman who inspired her to keep going. Perhaps she’ll take time off from Hollywood one day to explore this new side of her. 

The future is uncertain, and we can only wait and see.

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Hope u guys like her!

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Batlyn and her alts!!!

Meet Batlyn and her AU selfs. These feisty and playful bats can’t wait to spend time with you and have all kinds of adventures

Now heres their names and small informations about them in order from top to bottom. Note that these girls are based on different types of deres too!

Batlyn (Undertale)

This one is the original Batlyn from the original Universe. She has a Tsundere personality, she’s definitely the grumpiest Bat but is super sweet when she wants to be. Batlyn has a lot of value in life, she finds a lot of value in everyone and is scared to lose those she loves and cares for. Batlyn grew up alone after losing her parents during the war as she kept herself away from being near anyone due to her fear of getting close to someone and losing them to experience the same pain as she did with her mum and dad. However she’s grown better and has friends now, she’s extremely close to Sans and Papyrus specifically as they were the ones who approach her first with no hesitation or wanting to fight her. She’s happier now thanks to them. Same can be said for the other Batlyns.

Candy (Underswap)

The shyest and sweetest girl out of the butch. Her personality is the Dandere type. She was so timid and scared of everyone until she met the right people and gains confidence though their support and love. Despite her timid nature, she will approach a deadly situation and try to defuse it. Candy actually enjoys puns, she’ll literally laugh at any pun even if it doesn’t make sense at all. Her sense of humour is broken but she has a nice laugh according to Stretch. She likes pastel colours a lot and anything cute. She definitely has a bed full of cute plush toys.

Ruth (Underfell)

Rude, Inappropriate and just down right nasty. Ruth is the Kitikudere of the group, a bully who picks on those who are weaker or even stronger then her. She loves to pick a fight with nearly everyone. Her wings are destroyed due to her challenging wolves and they “tore” her a new one. But she can have some softer moments like Batlyn, but she lowkey hates it. People tend to tell her that it must suck to have lost her ability of flight but she tells them that she doesn’t need her wings as long she has her claws to destroy her enemies. She’s a extremely messy eater too.

Bane (Swapfell)

The one who rarely changes her expression. This one is a Kuudere, she’s calm and collected and shows little to no emotions. Bane spends most of her time playing video games and snack. She also has attachment issues, she likes being with those she feels safe and comfort with. Bane has a high alcohol tolerance and has drank extremely high levels of it, it’s a wonder how she hasn’t gotten poisoned from it, it could be because Bane is the only Batlyn who does actually spit out acid on command. Gross but powerful. She rarely does it though since she’s pretty chill and doesn’t care half of the time.

Twinkle (Outertale)

Fun, fun and Silly! This bat is the DereDere one of the group! She’s full of energy and just loves to play! Twinkle’s hair actually lost gravity from being in space for so long that it’s always floating. This Bat is the happiest and positive one out of everyone and she just loves to see the good side of everyone and situation. She will pick you up and spin you in the air if you are very close to her. Just ask Orion. Twinkle is a sucker for sweet candies like star candy or rock candy, give her a piece and she goes crazy for it. She can also summon cosmic clouds to lay or sit on and even ride them. This Bat is just full of surprises and excitement for every day and night.

Ginger (Farmtale)

The newest addition to the group. Ginger is a Hiyakasudere type, Meaning she’s a teaser and likes to flirt. Ginger is extremely charming and caring to others around her. She owns a chicken farm and is pretty proud of her girls but she also has a small apple orchid where she likes to take breaks and munch on some apples. She rarely speaks sometimes and speaks only when she’s spoken to or if she’s along with her chickens and talks to them. Just like Oira, Japanese is her primary language but she does speak good English. She’s also taller then the other bats and has more muscle then Ruth as Ginger can lift 600 lbs of hay.

Annnnd that’s all of them!! Of course I have other OCs but some of them need some working first. But just have these girls first! I hope you enjoy them

[tiaandtamera]

ϟ — { zaria simone / cis-woman / she/her } ♫ cheat code by rico nasty —— isn’t that GENEVIEVE ARMSTRONG  walking down the corridor ? aren’t they 24 in SEVENTH YEAR from GRYFFINDOR ? they’re INTJ which makes sense as they’re notoriously known for being CAPTIVATING AND MAVERICK but also VINDICTIVE AND OPINIONATED. though when i see them i can’t help but think of BALLET SHOES, COQUETTE ANTIQUES, LATE NIGHT SWIMMING, THE SOUND OF WATER BOILING, AND VANILLA SCENTS. with war looming they have chosen  NEUTRAL . 

001.    GENERAL INFORMATION.

OFFICIAL  NAME   GENEVIEVE ARMSTRONG.

NICKNAMES   GEN, EVIE, AND NEVE.

AGE   TWENTY-FOUR.

GENDER  CIS-WOMAN.

PRONOUNS   SHE/HER.

SEXUALITY   HETROSEXUAL.

PLACE  OF  BIRTH   WESTPORT, IRELAND.

BIRTHDATE   SEPTEMBER 9TH.

HOGWARTS YEAR AND HOUSE   7TH YEAR  GRYFFINDOR.

EXTRA DANCE CLUB + DUELLING CLUB.

BLOOD STATUS MUGGLEBORN

LANGUAGES  SPOKEN   ENGLISH, IRISH, AND PATOIS. 

002.    PHYSICAL TRAITS.

EYES  BROWN.

HEIGHT   5'3.

ETHNICITY   BLACK, IRISH, AND JAMAICAN.

NATIONALITY   IRISH.

PIERCINGS   BOTH SIDES OF EARS.

SPEECH  +  CADENCE   IRISH ACCENT.

003.    CONNECTIONS.

MOTHER   NATALIA  DONOVAN.

STATUS   ALIVE.

FATHER   LAMONT ARMSTRONG.

STATUS   ALIVE.

SIBLINGS   XAVIER ARMSTRONG (FRATERNAL TWIN BROTHER) + YASMINE ARMSTRONG (YOUNGER SISTER, 23) + RAMONA ARMSTRONG (YOUNGER SISTER, 22) + DAMSON ARMSTRONG (YOUNGER BROTHER, 21) + LEILANI ARMSTRONG (YOUNGEST SISTER, 19)

STATUS   ALIVE.

SIGNIFICANT  OTHER   TBA.

STATUS  TBA.

DISTANT  RELATIVES   TBA.

004.    BIOGRAPHICAL DATA.

THE COME UP.

GENEVIEVE GREW UP IN A SMALL TOWN IN IRELAND WITH A BIG FAMILY LEAVING HER BACKGROUND TO BE ONE THAT IS TRULY UNIQUE AND A RARE CASE.

SHE WAS THE OLDEST BUT ALONGSIDE HER FATERNAL TWIN BROTHER, AND INCLUDING THE TWO OF THEM, THERE ARE FOUR MORE SIBLINGS THAT REMAIN, HER MOTHER WAS OF JAMAICAN DESCENT AS HER FATHER WAS A BLACK IRISH MAN, BOTH COMING FROM HUMBLE BACKGROUNDS.

THERE WAS NEVER A DULL MOMENT IN THE HOUSEHOLD OT OUTSIDE OF IT, GROWING UP WITH HER SIBLINGS WAS FILLED WITH MANY ADVENTURES, WHETHER IT WAS RACING ALONG THE ROCKY SHORES, CREATING MAKE-BELIEVE WORLDS IN THE FORESTS, OR JOINING HER NEIGHBORS IN TOWN FAIRS, SHE LIVED FOR THE EXCITEMENT OF DISCOVERY. THE BOND WITH HER SIBLINGS WAS STRONG—EACH WITH THEIR DISTINCT PERSONALITIES—CREATING A CHAOTIC BUT LOVING DYNAMIC THAT TESTED HER PATIENCE AND SHAPED HER INTO A NATURAL LEADER.

WITH GENEVIEVE'S DIVERSE UPBRINGING, SHE CARRIED HERSELF WITH A CONFIDENCE THAT REFLECTED HER PRIDE IN HER ROOTS. A LOUD, BUSTLING HOME FILLED WITH OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS IN ENGLISH, IRISH, AND PATOIS MOLDED HER INTO SOMEONE WHO THRIVED IN CHAOS BUT KNEW HOW TO HOLD HER OWN IN ANY SITUATION. SHE DIDN’T JUST CELEBRATE HER CULTURE—SHE EMBODIED IT UNAPOLOGETICALLY, WEAVING HER HERITAGE INTO HER IDENTITY IN WAYS THAT WERE IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE.

GENEVIEVE WAS A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH. BEFORE ANYONE COULD EVEN CONSIDER BULLYING HER, THEY QUICKLY LEARNED SHE WAS NOT ONE TO MESS WITH. HER SHARP TONGUE AND UNSHAKABLE SENSE OF SELF MADE HER A FORMIDABLE OPPONENT, WHETHER SHE WAS STANDING UP FOR HERSELF OR SOMEONE ELSE. TO TRY TO INTIMIDATE HER WAS TO MEET THE FULL BRUNT OF HER QUICK WIT, UNWAVERING GLARE, AND THE IRON-CLAD RESOLVE OF SOMEONE WHO KNEW THEIR WORTH.

SHE DIDN’T JUST FACE CHALLENGES—SHE THRIVED ON THEM. CONFRONTATION WAS NOT SOMETHING SHE SOUGHT OUT BUT SOMETHING SHE HANDLED WITH A GRACE AND FEROCITY THAT MADE HER BOTH ADMIRED AND FEARED. SHE HAD AN UNCANNY ABILITY TO TURN THE TABLES, ENSURING THAT ANY ATTEMPT TO BRING HER DOWN ONLY REINFORCED HER POWER. 

THE MUGGLE WITCH.

HER PEERS ALREADY SAW HER AS SOMEONE UNTOUCHABLE LIKE SOME WRETCHED WITCH WITH A PRESENCE SO INTENSE IT FELT ALMOST SUPERNATURAL. AND THAT ONLY CAME TO FRUITION WHEN SHE GAINED HER POWERS AS THE ONLY MUGGLEBORN WITCH IN HER FAMILY.

WHEN GENEVIEVE RECEIVED HER HOGWARTS LETTER, THE RUMORS TURNED PROPHETIC, AND HER WORLD SHIFTED IN WAYS NO ONE COULD HAVE FORESEEN. AS THE ONLY MUGGLEBORN WITCH IN HER FAMILY, SHE WAS AN ANOMALY—AN OTHERWORLDLY SPARK IN A HOUSEHOLD BUILT ON THE ORDINARY. HER PARENTS WERE PROUD, ALBEIT CAUTIOUS, WHILE HER SIBLINGS LOOKED ON IN AWE, EAGER TO SEE WHAT NEW WONDERS SHE WOULD BRING INTO THEIR ALREADY VIBRANT LIVES.

AT SCHOOL, HER ARRIVAL WAS NOTHING SHORT OF A DISRUPTION. HER PEERS, ALREADY WARY OF HER UNSHAKABLE CONFIDENCE AND SHARP TONGUE, NOW HAD THEIR SUSPICIONS CONFIRMED: SHE WAS DANGEROUS. BUT FOR GENEVIEVE, THIS WASN’T A CURSE; IT WAS POWER. THE MAGIC COURSING THROUGH HER VEINS WASN’T JUST A TOOL—IT WAS VALIDATION OF THE STRENGTH SHE HAD ALWAYS KNOWN SHE CARRIED WITHIN HER.

SHE WIELDED HER ABILITIES WITH THE SAME UNAPOLOGETIC PRIDE SHE CARRIED FOR HER FAMILY AND HERITAGE. IF PEOPLE THOUGHT SHE WAS UNTOUCHABLE BEFORE, HER MAGIC ELEVATED HER TO A LEVEL OF NEAR-MYTHICAL STATUS. SHE DIDN’T SHY AWAY FROM THE WHISPERS OR THE WARY GLANCES; SHE LEANED INTO THEM, USING HER NEWFOUND SKILLS TO CEMENT HERSELF AS A FIGURE WHO COULD COMMAND A ROOM WITHOUT SAYING A WORD.

BUT WHILE HER EXTERIOR REMAINED FIERCE, GENEVIEVE’S MUGGLEBORN STATUS ALSO BROUGHT CHALLENGES. SHE FELT THE WEIGHT OF PROVING HERSELF—OF STANDING TALL AGAINST THE SUBTLE (AND NOT-SO-SUBTLE) PREJUDICES THAT CAME WITH BEING AN OUTSIDER IN THE MAGICAL WORLD. IT WAS A BATTLE SHE FOUGHT SILENTLY, NEVER LETTING IT CRACK THE ARMOR SHE WORE SO WELL. INSTEAD, IT ONLY FUELED HER DRIVE TO BE EXCEPTIONAL, ENSURING THAT NO ONE COULD EVER DOUBT HER PLACE AT HOGWARTS—OR IN THE WORLD.

AND EVEN WITH THIS MINDSET, ANYONE CAN DESPISE HER, BUT SHE'S SO CAPTIVATING THAT IT'S HARD TO STAND ON THAT STANCE AND MEAN IT.

HER POWERS DIDN’T JUST MAKE HER A WITCH; THEY AMPLIFIED THE PERSON SHE HAD ALWAYS BEEN. FEARLESS. INDEPENDENT. UNRELENTING. A FORCE THAT REFUSED TO BE DIMINISHED, WHETHER BY PREJUDICE, INSECURITY, OR ANYONE DARING TO STAND IN HER WAY.

THOUGH SHE ISN'T FULLY FOR TEAM LIGHT OR TEAM DARK, ESSENTIALLY SHE'S NEUTRAL BUT SHE'S REALLY WITH WHOEVER IS THE WINNING TEAM.

GENEVIEVE DOESN’T JUST CHOOSE NEUTRALITY FOR HERSELF; SHE VIEWS IT AS A SHIELD FOR HER SIDE. IN HER MIND, HER ABILITY TO NAVIGATE BOTH TEAMS ENSURES THAT HER FAMILY AND FELLOW MUGGLEBORNS WON’T BE ENTIRELY ABANDONED IF TEAM DARK GAINS THE UPPER HAND. SHE IS THINKING VASTLY, BEYOND THE IDEALISTIC NOTIONS OF GOOD VERSUS EVIL, AND FOCUSING ON SURVIVAL IN A WORLD THAT HAS NEVER BEEN KIND TO PEOPLE LIKE HER.

DESPITE HER NEUTRAL STANCE, GENEVIEVE HAS NEVER BEEN THE TYPE TO BITE HER TONGUE OR STAY MEEKLY IN THE SHADOWS. HER OPINIONS ARE SHARP AND UNFILTERED, A REFLECTION OF HER UNRELENTING PERSONALITY. SHE MAY NOT PICK A SIDE OUTRIGHT, BUT SHE DOESN’T SHY AWAY FROM CALLING OUT HYPOCRISY, INCOMPETENCE, OR SHORT-SIGHTEDNESS ON EITHER END OF THE SPECTRUM. HER CONFIDENCE IN HER ABILITY TO SEE THE BIGGER PICTURE MAKES HER VOCAL, EVEN TO THE POINT OF RUFFLING FEATHERS IN BOTH CAMPS.

005.    HEAD CANNONS.

HER FAVORITE COLOR IS IVORY.

FAVORITE SEASON IS THE WINTER.

SHE DESPISES UNPLANNED THINGS OR UNORGANIZED THINGS.

DOESN'T DO SMALL TALKS, RATHER WALK AWAY FROM YOU.

ARRIVES EXACTLY ON THE SET TIME.

IMPECCIBLE POSTURE, IF YOU SLOUCH IN FRONT OF HER, PREPARE TO BE ADJUSTED.

SHE VAULES QUIET AND/OR LAID-BACK CONFIDENCE RATHER THAN LOUD CONFIDENCE.

A SECRET LOVER GIRL.

NO IDLE HANDS FOR HER OR ANYONE AROUND HER.

ENJOYS ANCIENT TEXT.

MUSICAL ENTHUSIAST.

AN EXCELLENT LISTENER, IF ANYTHING SHE WON'T JUDGE WITHOUT LETTING YOU FINISH EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO SAY.

PLANNER OF PLANS.

PICKY EATER, WON'T JUST EAT ANYONE'S COOKING.

GENEVIEVE RARELY SMILES FULLY, BUT WHEN SHE DOES, IT’S A SLIGHT, KNOWING SMIRK THAT LINGERS JUST A LITTLE TOO LONG, LIKE SHE KNOWS SOMETHING YOU DON’T. IT’S NOT AN OVERT SHOW OF ARROGANCE, BUT MORE OF AN INNER CONFIDENCE THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE.

TO THE OTHER GRYFFINDORS AND OTHER HOUSES, GENEVIEVE’S CALCULATING NATURE, COMBINED WITH HER SHARP WIT, UNWAVERING STANDARDS, AND SENSE OF SUPERIORITY, WOULD EASILY MAKE HER LABELED THE MOST FEARED AND REVERED "MEAN GIRL" IN GRYFFINDOR, A SEEMINGLY RARE OCCURANCE FOR THE GRYFFINDOR HOUSE.

006.    WANTED PLOTS (NOT LIMITED TO)

THE WAR CORRESPONDENT(S)

A FEW PEOPLE DEEPLY INVOLVED IN THE WAR WHO CONSTANTLY CHALLENGE GENEVIEVE’S NEUTRALITY FROM BOTH SIDES.. THESE PEOPLE TRY TO CONVINCE HER TO STAY ON THEIR SIDE, LEADING TO HEATED ARGUMENTS AND MORAL DILEMMAS. BASICALLY THEM FIGHTING GENEVIEVE FOR GENEVIEVE’S LOYALTY.

THE UNEXPECTED FRIENDSHIP

A PERSON GENEVIEVE INITIALLY DISLIKED DUE TO CLASHING PERSONALITIES, HOUSES, OR VALUES, BUT CIRCUMSTANCES FORCE THEM TO WORK TOGETHER, LEADING TO AN UNEXPECTED AND MEANINGFUL BOND.

THE CLUB RIVALRY

A FELLOW MEMBER OF THE DUELLING OR DANCE CLUB WHO COMPETES WITH HER FOR LEADERSHIP OR RECOGNITION. THIS PERSON COULD PUSH GENEVIEVE TO SHARPEN HER SKILLS AND TEST HER LIMITS, SPARKING BOTH RIVALRY AND MUTUAL RESPECT.

THE NEUTRAL ALLY

SOMEONE ELSE WHO, LIKE GENEVIEVE, HAS CHOSEN TO REMAIN NEUTRAL IN THE WAR. THEIR NEUTRALITY BINDS THEM TOGETHER, BUT THEY CHALLENGE EACH OTHER TO REFLECT ON THEIR DECISIONS AND THE CONSEQUENCES OF STAYING ON THE SIDELINES.

THE FORMER FRIEND TURNED ENEMY

A PERSON GENEVIEVE WAS ONCE VERY CLOSE TO BUT FELL OUT WITH OVER A SERIOUS DISAGREEMENT. THIS COULD INVOLVE THEIR STANCE IN THE LOOMING WAR, PERSONAL BETRAYALS, OR IDEOLOGICAL CLASHES. THEIR INTERACTIONS ARE FILLED WITH TENSION, UNRESOLVED EMOTIONS, AND OCCASIONAL SPARKS OF THEIR OLD FRIENDSHIP.

THE SECRET CRUSH

SOMEONE GENEVIEVE IS INFURIATED YET INFATUATED WITH BUT REFUSES TO ADMIT HER FEELINGS FOR, POSSIBLY DUE TO PRIDE OR FEAR OF REJECTION. THIS PERSON COULD BE SOMEONE COMPLETELY UNAWARE OF HER FEELINGS, OR THEY MIGHT HAVE THEIR OWN REASONS FOR KEEPING A DISTANCE BECAUSE OF WHO SHE IS. BUT GIVE ME THE UNREQUITED TENSION-FILLED MESS. 

THE PARTNER IN CRIME

DESPITE HER POPULARITY, GENEVIEVE ISN’T BIG ON A BIG CIRCLE OF FRIENDS, THIS PERSON AND HER MAKE A DYNAMIC DUO WITH THEIR CHEMISTRY, THEY CAN PROBABLY BE NOT INCLINED WITH THEIR ACADEMIC STUDIES AS HER AND SHE GROUNDS THEM, OR THEY BOTH DOMINATE IN THEIR ACADEMICS TOO AND MIGHT EVEN COME OFF A BIT MORE "NICER" THAN HER, LIKE A GOLDEN RETRIEVER X BLACK CAT TYPE OF A VIBE, EITHER WAY, THEY GO TOGETHER, THEY'RE PLATONIC SOULMATES.

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[innocentcurse]

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Elizabeth Vasquez, the 21 year old mail carrier originally from Cardinal Hill, WA. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're observant and insecure, but what you might not know is that they are a witch, and that they’re hiding something… ― Jenna Ortega, bisexual, woman, and she/her.

Content warnings - death.

Basics -

Full name: Elizabeth Maria Vasquez

Nickname/s: El, Ellie, Eliza, Liza

Preferred name/s: El or Liza

Gender: Woman

Pronouns: She/her

Age: Twenty-one

Birthday: July 9th

Zodiac: Cancer

Magic status: Magical, a witch

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship status: Single

Occupation: Mail carrier

Hometown: Cardinal Hill, WA

Backstory -

Content warning - death. Elizabeth was only four years old when she lost both parents and her older brother in horrific circumstances.

With no extended family able to take her in, she swiftly became in the care of her parents best friends - a married couple with a son around Elizabeth's age.

While her family had resided in Cardinal Hill, the couple that took her in actually lived up in Seattle; Elizabeth had visited them in the city only once, and was disappointed to find that the change from small town to big city was more overstimulating than what she could remember.

Her upbringing was something she would consider decent, despite her early loss and the grief that she understandably struggled with.

The son of the family who took her in was her best friend, and he took good care of her while they were growing up.

Despite the family being non-magical, they had been made aware years prior to Elizabeth's birth that witches existed; Elizabeth's mother and older brother had both been witches, and so there was no shock factor when Elizabeth's powers began to manifest.

Life was already so overwhelming, and the addition of magical and at times uncontrollable powers certainly didn't help with the matter. Her loved ones helped as much as possible, but it didn't take long for Elizabeth to realise that she wasn't much of a city person.

When she was twenty-one and trying her hardest to figure out what to do with her life, her best friend suggested that she move out of the city; the suggestion had half been a joke, but then her guardians chimed in.

They actually had ownership of Elizabeth's old home in Cardinal Hill, and while it had regrettably fallen into disrepair ever so slightly, it was free for her to call home if she wished. They had been waiting until she was twenty-one to offer the key to her, and she couldn't have taken it from them quicker if she tried.

She packed her bags, and she moved back to Cardinal Hill - though she didn't move alone. Her best friend packed his bags alongside her, not even needing to question his decision, and they both found themselves settling into the dusty yet still cosy home that Elizabeth had once known so well.

Personality & more -

Elizabeth is extremely friendly; you wouldn't know how badly she struggles with anxiety from watching her, as she's quite confident in speaking to other people, and she really rather loves the act of chatting with new and old friends.

Elizabeth feels so much better in the small town environment of Cardinal Hill, but she's still getting used to the contrast between it and the city that she spent most of her upbringing in.

She really wants to get to know more about her roots and what it's like to be a witch; she's known other witches in her life, but she grew up primarily surrounded in non-magical humans, so she's excited to hopefully catch up on a lot and to feel like she really belongs in the community.

She's a simple girl; she's a big reader, and she doesn't like too much noise or commotion. She's definitely at times loud and adventurous, but it's in her nature to mostly be calm and collected, ideally in a quiet environment.

She uses her magical abilities frequently; she's always loved how connected they make her feel to her family, even if she's doing something as simple as moving an object from one side of the room to the other.

[marcr125x]

“You are now in the kingdom of Chromeria. Welcome to Verdant Town!”

I know it’s been awhile since I’ve shared anything Forbidden Chroma related but I wanted to show off more of it, starting with some of the major residents of Verdant Town, the first location Powder & Kuropi explore within the main story of Forbidden Chroma. Here is where they meet 3 new friends & future party members that they will venture around Chromeria with. Their names are Pidge, Esper & Zoe.

Pidge: Pidge is the first person Powder & Kuropi meet when they first arrive in Chromeria as they end up entering through the basement of her house. She’s very outgoing & energetic, easily being able to make friends with mostly anyone. Pidge is also always seen around town with her pet bird that she nammed Chip & carrying around her custom built buster sword. While not the brightest person in the world, she knows how to lighten up any conversation & keep positive vibes between those she knows & trusts, hence why Powder is normally most calm when around her. In terms of design, I intended to make Pidge the Kel to Powder’s Sunny/Omori but while also using a character I made in Picrew randomly back in 2022. I did however also take some inspiration from RWBY’s Yang Xiao Long when it comes to her personality as Pidge is friendly but can get serious & angry when those she cares about get hurt. Her sword has the ability to ignite into a blazing blade with the click of a button which is partially inspired by Shulk’s sword, the Monado.

Esper: Esper is a young cyber elf, a species of elves that are born with cybernetic powers. They are some of the most inteligent beings within Chromeria…or at least, they were. Due to mass politica & social conflict, the cyber elves home of Amber City became the epicenter of a war between them & the cyborgs. This war left many cyber elves dead & the cyborgs would’ve probably made them extinct if not for the army of Prince Lithas & Princess Arian intervening & by proxy ending the war. However, this forced many cyber elves to live in the wildlands of Sepia Valley, with Esper being one of them. Him & his family did eventually find refuge in the friendly neighboorhood of Verdant Town, but that didn’t prevent the months of fear that the young Esper had to live through, learning how to defend himself from monsters to ensure the next day wouldn’t be his last. Esper’s story, both that of his backstory & the character arc that he goes through are inspired primarily from the Megaman X series as well as his race, the cyber elves being based on the beings of the same name from Megaman Zero. However, instead of making them living computer programs, I made them kind of more similar to that of the Reploids but with similar powers to that of the cyber elves. Esper doesn’t have full mastery of his powers, but he has controll over multiple elements but is most proficient with electricity.

Zoe: Much like Pidge, Zoe grew up in Verdant Town. However, due to her parrents being members of the royal army & constantly being busy, she was left under the care of her Uncle Wyatt & his older sister Abigail. It was through them that Zoe had learned all about many mysteries of the world as well as several forms of black magic as her whole family are black mages. In exchange of this wisdom, Zoe agreed to assist her dear uncle’s magic shop Firefly Hollow when not busy with adventuring and/or studies. She quiet, yet friendly & has an aura of confidence that make others feel safe around her when out on adventures. In her now young adult years, she helps Uncle Wyatt with buisness at Firefly Hollow full time & also on her off time, loves hanging out with her friends or mesmerizing young children with either her magic or the stories told to her by her uncle. Zoe is the first of many characters who don’t have inspiration from other characters in media. Originally, I thought of making her a character similar to Raven of the Teen Titans, but I decided to make her a more simple character who is just a goth black mage who in game would help guide you as Powder through a small tutorial of the game’s mechanics. Her Uncle Wyatt is inspired by someone, however that will be discussed in a later post.

I hope you guys like these characters. I want to try & post more stuff relating to Forbidden Chroma as I’m working more on things relating to it. Even with school & my part-time job being more important at the moment, I plan to share more about it whenever I can so please stay tuned.

[courtofmatchups]

Hi hi 👋🏻

I’d love to do an Obey Me! matchup trade. Side note - I’ve been eyeing Tokyo Debunker, and your writing has convinced me to give it a try too!

A few notes about me…

She/her, bisexual/heteroromantic

Appearance: 5’2, trim body, long wavy brunette hair, blue eyes, warm complexion. Celeb lookalike I get the most is Emilia Clarke (which always makes my day!)

Personality: Extroverted introvert - I need lots of chill time, but I also really enjoy social events and meeting diverse groups of people. Optimist, though I do struggle with anxiety sometimes. My loved ones say I am thoughtful, kind, and intelligent.

Values: The most important things in life to me are spending quality time with my loved ones and pursuing my passions/things that bring me joy.

Love Languages: Physical touch, acts of service, gifts

Interests: I love discovering new interests, so I’m pretty multifaceted in this department! Traveling, reading, photography, cooking, baking, scuba diving, camping, fishing, horseback riding, anime, gaming, K-pop and J-pop are my most consistent interests. I’m also a film and commercial actor!

Fun Facts: Japan is my favorite country to visit, though I also really love Norway and France! I grew up on a farm, but prefer to live in cities with the ability to retreat to the countryside whenever I need to disengage. My guilty pleasure is having ice cream or bubbly in the shower (hot shower + cold treat = perfect balance!). I cry super easily at movies, books, and weddings. I was valedictorian of my college finance class, but my job has nothing to do with my degree and I’ve honestly forgotten 75% of what I learned in school 😅

Partnership: I value a partner who is thoughtful, adventurous, empathetic, affectionate, and passionate. I’m attracted to confident people who have something unique or unconventional about themselves, and who are unshakably confident in their feelings for me. I don’t care what my partner’s job, education, or social class is - what’s on the inside and how we make each other feel is what’s important.

Thanks so much for the matchup! I can’t wait to make your match too!

Xoxo,

Kaede

It seems to me you've captured the heart of...

Diavolo!

One thing that really stood out to me was your adventurous nature, and I KNEW Diavolo would be the perfect match for you. Thoughtful, kind, and intelligent are words that people use to describe you, and Diavolo agrees. Your love for travelling and making new friends is a testament to that. He quite likes your optimism, and in the event your anxiety threatens to get the better of you, Diavolo will help you out.

Even if you have forgotten much of what you learned in university, I'm pretty sure it's safe to say that you are pretty eloquent and really good at keeping track of things, and frankly, Diavolo would love that about you, and would fall even harder for you when he gets the chance to see that in action. A lot of his values overlap with your own, so that's another bonus. Spending time with loved ones? Check. Adventurous? Check. Empathetic? Check. Passionate? Check. Having unique quirks? Check. Hotel? Trivago.

He finds your guilty pleasure of enjoying a cold treat in a warm shower quite cute, so he'll ask Barbatos to spoil you with the finest treats. Might even ask you to enjoy them with him in a hot tub.

As for your love languages, it's quite uncanny how much they overlap with his own. Diavolo's pretty touch starved, so please give him lots of cuddles. Any gift you get him, he will cherish. And you know he's going to put in a lot of thought for the gifts he will gift you.

As for your interests, he would love to discover new things with you, and since he's already dabbled in some of the interests you have picked up, he'll be happy to tell you some things he'd learned also.

Your relationship will be full of fun and adventures, and of course, lots of emotional and intellectual stimulation. Truly this is the ideal match for you, in my opinion.

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave (a fanfiction by Emmy-Dekarios aka Emily Davis)

CHAPTER 1

My name is Emmy Dekarios. I’m just your average woman trying to survive each day, although my days are more intense than most. A little background about my life: I’m an adventurer who was born in Baldur’s Gate, a large city full of opportunities for many, both good and bad. This means religious temples, from worshiping wholesome goddesses or the gods of death and murder. I started worshiping Sȇlune as a young child and grew up researching her practices, and I solely became dedicated to her as one of her clerics. She is the goddess of silver, the moon, and light, and having her as my goddess has kept me shielding from the worst of evils; plus, I have special abilities and powers thanks to her. Well, I’ve always practiced them but because of her, I’m more powerful than I’ve ever dreamt of being.

A year or so ago, I was on a large ship – a nautiloid – where I found myself abducted by demented creatures known as mind flayers. They are disgusting, vile creatures with tentacles where their mouth is, and I guess a good way of putting it is that they wanted to start a “cult” by infecting every human, elf, or what have you with a tadpole in the brain, which would cause them to eventually turn into a mind flayer as well. The process is known as ceramorphosis. The tadpoles would crawl into the eye-sockets, digging their way into our skulls and plant themselves within the brains. Once turned, the mind flayers would feed off helpless humans or the deceased’s brains, which is how they survived. In the process, they would gain the memories of those they ate, basically reliving their entire life before death.

Roughly seven months ago ended an intense journey for my friends and I, but in the end, I married my husband Gale who I met along the way. It started off intense; none of us knew each other. We were all strangers terrified of our unknown fate and speculated it would end in death, but we were determined to make it to Baldur’s Gate alive. The gore I’ve seen. The people that were killed. The amount of times I almost lost my own life. Needless to say I’m traumatized but surely overcoming the perplexity of the situation.

I was one of the lucky ones that never turned and ended up cured from my infliction, along with the friends I encountered during my journey. I met Shadowheart and Lae’zel amongst the ship, who both hated each other for months but now are very close. Shadowheart is a cleric like me but at the time, she worshiped an evil goddess known as Shar, the sister of Sȇlune and admires pain. She inflicts pain on her followers that don’t follow her “rules” if that makes sense. Lae’zel is our githyanki friend who also worshiped a shitty goddess, but found her way out of that hole and is now fighting beings up in space, living the dream she always wanted. Like I mentioned before, none of us knew each other. The beginning of our journey was rough, because we were all skeptical of one another, unable to trust or confide in anyone. We had to keep our thoughts to ourselves, until we all realized we were reaching the same cause: going back to Baldur’s Gate and destroying the evil that kept finding us along the way.

They weren’t the only friends I made, but definitely the most special ones I think about all the time. I rescued my husband Gale from a magical portal within a rock, and boy did that take me by the biggest of surprises. It was a terrifying time because if I never rescued him, he would be dead. But now we’re married and oh-so in love. I never imagined my life being where it is now, but I overcame so much in the past year and a half, that it would scare the average person.

Gale had an orb within his body known as the netherese orb. At one point, he had to consume magical items to keep it contained, such as an enchanted pair of boots or a weapon of some sort that contained traces of magic. If the orb was not contained, Gale would have erupted into smithereens, an unfortunate and disturbing outcome that could have killed not only him, but everyone around him. Thankfully, this issue was remedied. We defeated the creature of the mind flayers – known as the elder brain – that contained a crown that we needed to retrieve to give to Gale’s goddess, Mystra. This was the only way to cure him of his affliction. I keep my hatred of Mystra hidden from Gale, because she technically tried to convince him to blow himself up, and got mad about it when he didn’t. A manipulative goddess not worth worshiping, in my opinion.

Anyway, enough about my chaotic background for now. I think about it constantly: the mind flayers, the people killed, the close encounters with death myself, and saving my friends from a catastrophic end. They saved me, too, and I’m forever grateful for them.

I awaken to the sun beaming through the glass windows, being reminded by the Earth that I’m still alive. I made it another day. I’m still not accustomed to being in an actual bed, for all the adventures I had involved sleeping outside, camping with the unknown around us. I’m thankful for being away from all the lurking dangers that thirsted for my death.

“Good morning, my love,” Gale says with the sleepiest voice, his face nuzzled into my neck as he spoons me in bed. I smile, feeling his comfort and warmth against my body in the earliest of mornings. “I hope you slept well.” His warm skin is pressed against mine, and it could honestly put me back to sleep. My eyes try to adjust to the morning light, focusing from the blur as I try to full awaken.

“I’m…starting to,” I murmur, stretching my body as I turn to face him. I stare deep into his dark brown eyes which are heavily defined by his long lashes. I could stare into them all day. “How about you?”

“Oh, definitely the same. I wake up everyday thinking how happy I am, how lucky we are to be here. More importantly, I’m grateful we’re alive.” His hand is on my naked waist, holding me close to him. “Oh, how I wish we could participate in some romantic coitus right about now, but unfortunately, I have to be at the Academy in just a little over an hour. I slept in just a tad later than I anticipated.” I kiss his lips delicately and close my eyes, wishing he wasn’t leaving so soon. He has been doing some heavy research the past few days and coming up with new strategies to help his students learn magic, so having this time together, no matter how long it is, means the world to me.

“I understand completely. Maybe later, then. We are married after all and have all the time in the world.” He chuckles and proceeds to kiss my forehead. His tressym, Tara, flies in the room and nearly scares the daylights out of me. I’ve been living with Gale for a year and I’m still not used to his flying feline, though I absolutely adore her to no end. I never had cats, so it’s an adjustment for me.

“Oh, Professor Gale Dekarios, it’s time for you to get at it!” she says, landing on our bed. “I’m glad you two weren’t in the middle of…well, you know.” Gale and I look at each other, fighting laughter but blushing from mild embarrassment. Only once has Tara intruded on us and it was a moment I’ll never forget. That moment included her staring at us with eyes full of horror, but she didn’t want to turn away. Gale caught her, and she screamed, flying rapidly out of the room at high speeds.

“Yes, yes, Tara. I’m getting out of bed. Now shoo, I’m indecent and I’d rather you not look at me.” Tara flies out of the room, with Gale getting his naked body out of the bed shortly after. I am so thankful and blessed that this is my life now, and all the worries from before have faded away.

I’ve adjusted to Gale working at the Academy, and I love that he enjoys doing what he does. For ages, he’s always wanted to accomplish being a professor and teaching magic to others, and that it will be more recognized. He gets ready and begins to head out the door, but pauses for a moment to give me a kiss. The softness and perfection of his lips is enough to get me to go back to sleep, but I have to tend our garden.

“I hope your day is wonderful,” I tell him, staring into his eyes. He gently brushes my dark curly hair out of my face with his fingertips, smiling at me with contentment. The way he touches me, even after all this time of marriage, feels absolutely incredible. I can’t get enough of him. Stop it, Emmy. You will have time alone with him soon enough, it’s nearly the end of the week.

“And yours as well, my love. I will be back before you know it.” My heart already misses his body and soul as I watch him walk out the door.

Waterdeep is still quite an adjustment, but a wonderful one nonetheless. I grew up in a large city, constantly around big parades, circuses, and a bar at every corner. There were children performing magic outside, and vendors selling weapons all throughout the area. Waterdeep? Well, it’s quiet and serene, filled with vast opportunities for knowledge in the arcane and experiences as well. On top of that, it’s spacious and we don’t have to live too close to others, making it a wonderful time for me to start our own garden. I’d also like to point out that the crime rate is ridiculously low.

As Gale is gone for work, I head outside to attend to our garden, growing fresh fruits and vegetables that seem to be growing beautifully. I can smell the intensity of the fruity aroma lingering around in our garden. Our tomatoes and squash are finally grown so I can cook them with our dinner tonight. To the left of our home is the beach, where cobalt blue waters are peacefully residing, the clarity of waves putting my mind in a calm place. I suddenly remember about my strange fear of Krakens, but it hasn’t been as bad as I’m adjusting here with Gale. Waterdeep is much different from home in Baldur’s Gate. Then, out of nowhere, I begin to dissociate as I’m staring deep into the ocean waters. It seems trauma can’t seem to leave my mind. All I can see are the countless bodies I’ve seen, all the innocent lives lost to the Shadows, all the evil that found us no matter where we turned…and how many times I was resurrected from the clutches of death. Emmy, no. You saved Baldur’s Gate. You helped so many people. Think about the lives you’ve saved. I take a deep breath, thinking to myself that it’s all over. I won’t have to deal with that ever again.

Tara flies up next to me as I am harvesting the vegetables from the vines, admiring all the hard work I put into it. Her company fills me with joy, not only because she’s a talking feline, but because she’s so kind. Funny. Wholesome. Oh, and a good species to have for company overall. The very moment I met her I just knew we would get along.

“I know I don’t say it enough, but I am so glad you are part of this family! You are one of the very best things to ever happen to Gale. You’ve kept him alive. You have inspired him to come out of his shell. He’s no longer hungry for power, to become a God. He would’ve left me behind. Power gets the best of us, unfortunately. For that, you are the best to happen to me as well. Thank you.” Tara’s voice is full of gratitude and sincerity, making me love her even more than before. Such a delightful little pet.

“It’s good to hear those words, Tara. Thank you.” I stare deep into the distance where the ocean lies, noticing a strange calmness overwhelm my body as I relax from the tranquility of the environment. Serenity. Peace. That temporary clarity leads to sudden lightheadedness, as if the world around me is spinning aggressively and won’t stop. Every object, every part of nature in front of me, is all a blur and I’m afraid to stand up. I try but end up falling in the dirt. The vertigo only lasts a moment, and I believe it’s because I haven’t eaten yet today. The sudden shift from calmness to feeling extremely dizzy was rapid, making me feel just a little sick to my stomach. I realize shortly that I completely skipped breakfast and it’s almost the afternoon. Where did the time go?

“Emmy, m’dear, are you alright? I think you’ve harvested quite enough today. Plants are watered. The sunshine is out. Let’s go inside, get you some water to drink, hmm? Maybe some lunch?”

“You’re right. I need to eat something.” I don’t think anything of the strange feelings within me, so I manage to get up and walk inside to cook a delicious breakfast for Tara and myself.

[yuriosakawa]

X-MEN: Brand New Evolution - The First Wave

CYCLOPS 2.0 

Name: Jayden Summers 

Age: 17 

Positive Traits: Vigorous, daring, leadership, adventurous 

Negative Traits: Reckless, overprotective, clumsy, overachiever 

Power(s): 

 • Optic Blasts (Jayden inherited his father’s powers and can emit concussive beams from his eyes) 

 • Telekinesis/Telepathy (Jayden also seems to have inherited his mother’s powers as he shows early signs of telekinetic and telepathic abilities. He hasn’t mastered many techniques yet, though) 

Fun Fact: Jayden doesn’t actually need to wear ruby quartz sunglasses to control his Optic Blasts, he just likes to wear them as they make him feel closer to his dad 

Description: 

Jayden is happy, brave and a little reckless.

He loves to see new places, hates routine, loves to defend people and is the natural leader of the group. 

Jayden may be a little clumsy at times but he always makes up for it with his cleverness.

He is almost always surrounded by friends and greatly admires his father. 

However, unlike Scott, Jayden is more relaxed and prone to goof around with his friends. 

His mission in life is to follow in his father’s footsteps and lead the next generation of the X-Men as the new Cyclops. 

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IDEAIA

Name: Skylar Summers  

Age: 18 

Positive Traits: Reliable, polite, adventurous, intelligent 

Negative Traits: Perfectionist, impatient, cocky, judgmental 

Power(s): 

 • Telekinesis/Telepathy (Skylar inherited her mother’s powers at an early age and is much more adept and in tune with them, and often helps her brother out with his own telepathic/telekinetic abilities) 

Fun Fact: Though not as much as her brother, Skylar does enjoy to wear ruby quartz sunglasses to feel closer to her dad 

Description:  

Skylar is generally sweet and respectful but is very proud of her herself so she can be a little judgemental at times. 

She is a perfectionist to a fault and will become easily aggravated if things don’t go her way. 

Though Skylar can be cocky, she is overall a caring and loving person and is quick to help those in need.

In her teen years she takes up motorcycle riding and it helps loosen her up and embrace her more wild side. 

Although Jayden is the overprotective one out of the two, often scaring away boys who may be interested in his sister, in truth, Skylar can also get pretty jealous when some girl is stealing her little brother’s attention 

Despite being the older sibling, she has full trust and confidence for her little brother as their leader whenever she follows him into battle 

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WILDCARD 

Name: Grace LeBeau 

Age: 16 

Positive Traits: Jovial, flirty, outgoing, witty 

Negative Traits: Aggressive, impatient, snarky, sarcastic 

Power(s): 

 • Molecular Acceleration (Grace inherited her father’s ability to take the potential energy stored in an object and then cause it to explode) 

 • Power Transfer (An ability that appeared later on in her life, it seems to be a perfect combination of her parents mutations in which she can take someone else’s power and then transfer it to an object) 

Fun Fact: Grace’s accent is a strange combination of her mother’s southern drawl and Remy’s Cajun charm, so it’s pretty difficult to understand what she’s saying at first 

Description:  

Grace is a very outgoing, curious and brave girl which often got her into a lot of trouble as a child and still does get her in trouble as a teen.  

She can be very aggressive and has no issue with sending an explosive card towards someone if they get on her nerves.

Nevertheless, Grace is a sweet girl who always has her team’s back and loves to have a good time. 

Her powers appeared earlier than anyone else on the team and she had no control over them, and could be considered even more powerful than Remy’s 

As a baby and toddler, she mostly clung to Rogue so that her mother’s power-sapping touch would take just enough to keep her mutation at bay

As Grace grew older and more independent though, she learned to control her powers and even seemed to gain a new one, in which she can use the power of somebody she touches and then transfer it to an object

But, like her father, she prefers to use poker cards, as it’s her way of to feel closer to him 

[swynlake-rp]

"Hey pal, you're lucky we got a game to catch."

FULL NAME: Mallory "Mal" McHale BASED ON: Mallory McMallard (The Mighty Ducks Series) FACE CLAIM: Katy O'Brian PRONOUNS: She/her BIRTHDAY: April 12, 1996 CURRENT STATUS: Taken

BIOGRAPHY

Mallory McHale grew up in London with a deep love of competition. From the youngest age she raced boys around the block, threw boys and girls over her shoulder at Hapkido class, and took her place on the ice at the front of the pack, scoring goals (and the occasional fight). Mal had a pretty happy childhood, parents were kind of workaholics but they did the best they could to make sure she got everything she wanted.

Years passed and she obtained her black belt. A check off her list. She branched off into other martial arts to keep herself motivated and learning. She knew she'd have to make a change of scenery to achieve more in ice hockey, and go somewhere a little more known for it on a national scale. Canada. She managed to convince her parents to let her talk to some scouts from Canadian Universities and finally landed herself at OBC. Though she knew her passions out of the classroom, Mal didn’t really know what she wanted in it. She wasn't a bad student. She was an achiever by all counts, but she didn't know her direction. Her parents saw back home that InterPride was recruiting and so when her hockey seasons were over and her degree was obtained, she went to some recruiting events and managed to lock in a position.

Only thing was, was that she felt that she had too much to do to be fully locked. She worked hard by day and partied harder by night and all but exhausted herself to the point of her friends and family intervening. It was their suggestion that a change of pace was in order. InterPride had an office needing a position filled. The transfer was easy enough, but living there wasn't. She grew bored. Same routine over and over again, no excitement.

She tried to fill her days with long gym sessions and hanging out with friends, but everything just felt so low stakes in Swynlake, and what was she really doing at InterPride? What good was it doing?

Then one day she bumped into Jean Denim and it opened her eyes to the rough and ready, rapid lifestyle of the Swynlake Fire Department. She quit her desk job, joined the fire department and never looked back. Now she coasts through her nights, lives each minute of her days, and floats above the water, only thing is if people really stopped to look under the surface, they'd she how fast her feet were going to keep treading it.

✓  Loyal, adventurous, confident

✖  Hotheaded, stubborn, cynical

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[j-graysonlibrary]

The Xiang Chronicles: Book Four Chapter 16

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Four

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 118k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: In order to save the world from the continuous subjugation and potential annihilation at the hands of Tiandi, hard lines must be drawn. The Great Spirits that were imprisoned ages ago must be unsealed and awakened, no matter the consequences.

The players are divided—those who stand blindly with Tiandi, such as Xiang Merra and her disciples versus those who want to tear the system down and give the power back to the people. Even a few of the most religious Lords change their minds when they learn the truth of the world—that Tiandi is no more than a dictator with no love in his heart.

It is up to the last, real Xiang and the ill-fated Chaaya to put everything they have into tearing God from his throne and creating new possibilities for the future.

Full chapter 16 under the cut

Chapter XVI:

There were a few different tactics that Gong had shown him in preparation for this moment although none were guaranteed to work since the Prince had never actually tried them before.

Each failed attempt was more wasted energy and, the more energy Pangu wasted, the more frustrated he grew.

Kira watched, feeling a little too helpless. “Maybe there is some stipulation. Something that would make breaking the seal seem impossible to Tiandi. Something that would make him feel confident in leaving them unguarded.”

Pangu sat down on the floor and huffed a few times. “I have no idea what that could be.”

“Is the Xiang using his abilities to blast the stones not enough?” May asked from her position on the ground. She was completely sprawled with her arms and legs stretched as far as possible.

“Maybe this writing is a riddle,” Lady guessed and looked closer at the grooves in the stones.

Heidi pulled her back. “Even if that was the case, none of us can read it.”

Lady hung her head, giving up as well.

“Maybe it is the type of energy?” Kaz suggested after a moment of silence. He knelt down next to Pangu and set his hand next to him, palm up.

Pangu arched an eyebrow and set his hand over his but, because of how languid the motion was, he ended up just slapping their hands together before his fell back at his side.

Kaz chuckled and grabbed his hand so he could properly hold it. “You have been using your usual spiritual energy right?” When Pangu nodded, he continued, “Well, that is what is around this place already. So…let us think of why the spirit realm was created in the first place. What type of energy was Tiandi trying to keep the spirits away from…?”

“Miasma!” Pangu jolted up and looked to Kira. “The Great Spirits are the only spirits that I know of that come from Shakti so maybe they thrive off of miasma instead of spiritual energy…”

“Won’t using miasma here be like a beacon?” Kira worried aloud. If it was not the correct answer and they got themselves found before even making progress, things could become ugly.

“Do not let it out into the air,” Pangu said and pointed to the stone, “Just try it directly with the stone and see what happens.”

It was still a risk but they were out of options. Kira sucked in some air and then touched the middle stone, focusing on coating it and only it in miasma. The dark mist shrouded around it but, still, nothing happened. There was no change in the atmosphere and he felt nothing stirring within. He took his hand off and sighed. “Sorry.”

“Hang on…” Fujin stood up from her spot beside May and started to pace. “Kaz was onto something with the whole ‘why the spirit world was made’ bit, however…”

“What?” Her brother’s brow furrowed, wondering what he could have possibly missed.

“The Great Spirits would have been sealed away before that happened, right? So miasma alone would have broken them out by then.”

Everyone glanced around at each other. Though Fujin was making a point, it did not elucidate a better option.

“So…what do you suggest?” Heidi asked.

“Pangu, do you know when Tiandi sealed away all of the people’s crowns?” she asked and pointed at him.

“Exactly when? No. But, I imagine it would have been before the first Xiang and after sealing away the Great Spirits.”

“It would make the most sense if it happened right after dealing with the four spirits,” Kira speculated. “Get the big threat out of the way and then prevent an uprising among the mortals.”

“Right…” Fujin started to wag her finger. “So, the one thing that would have been impossible, until just now, would be someone using an element infused with miasma.”

“That will definitely get us seen,” Kira warned.

“But if we do not try something, we will be stuck here,” Pangu replied and stepped out of the way. “Fujin, do you have the strength for it?”

“I may need some help…” she glanced to her brother and he nodded without a word and joined her.

“What is the plan…?” Heidi asked, confused.

“Oh, you don’t know?” May turned her head to look at her but still did not move. “Fusing an element with miasma makes a new element. It is pretty sick.”

Heidi raised an eyebrow in confusion and looked to Pangu for clarification. He just nodded and turned his attention to the stones.

Fujin stretched her hand out and Kaz joined her, followed, lastly, by Kira. “Alright, if this does not work…” Kira said in a low voice.

“It will.” Kaz would not allow any more doubt—mostly because if this idea failed, he was certain there would be nothing else for them to do. They had no choice but to succeed.

The energy budded in front of them, first as a small vortex of wind but, as the miasma was introduced, the vortex grew brighter and brighter until a ball of pure light beamed onto the sealing stones. Even Pangu had to cover his eyes and everyone else groaned and looked away.

A huge pulse released and the light shot up into the sky before dissipating. Pangu, slowly, moved his hands away to see what had happened. The three stones were each cracked and broken but there was no sign of life.

“What’s happening?!” May asked, sounding panicked.

Pangu looked over to see her floating and he realized that he, too, was off of the floor. All of them were. The sky was also blocked by a gray wall of wind—they were inside of a massive cyclone yet they were not being tossed about violently. In fact, the rise into the air was decidedly gentle.

“Don’t be such a baby,” Lady said and started to swim in the air, amused that she was able to go further up with the motion.

“Careful,” Heidi warned and grabbed hold of her arm.

A streak of bright green entered the wall of wind around them and sparkling lights followed. The sound of giggling came next and three distinct forms began to take shape.

The tornado faded and Pangu looked around to see that they had traveled quite high and the top of the spire was just a spec beneath them. They were also being held up in the air effortlessly with some of the sparkles clinging to their feet and along their bodies.

A petite, green body whizzed past Pangu’s head and he followed it with a curious smile. Then another—both laughing with glee.

“Sylph?” Fujin called out as one flew past her head as well.

The three small bodies took a few more laps around them before floating in the center of the group. Each was different but they were all only around a foot tall and robed in translucent green cloth with condensed, emerald energy in the shape of wings floating behind their backs.

On the left, there was a blonde haired faerie with an additional pink sash around her waist. The middle one had dark green hair that blended into the wind around her and she had the longest robe out of the three of them. Then, the one on the right hand side was sporting a very short and teal hairdo while wearing a light blue sash.

“Yes, we are Sylph,” the middle faerie, the greenest one, said. “Thank you for freeing us—we have had that pent up energy for a WHILE! It feels good to let it out.”

“Yeah! I was starting to think we would never get out!” The pink one added.

“No way I could have spent another century crammed in there with these two,” Blue said and gestured to the others.

“Hey!” they both countered.

“Well you three are in a good mood for having been sealed away for thousands of years,” Heidi mentioned with an amused smile.

“Would you not be after getting to stretch your wings?” Green asked.

“I suppose?” Kaz answered.

“So, who, exactly, freed us?” Green looked between them.

“Those three,” Pangu said and pointed over at Fujin, Kaz, and Kira.

The faeries flew closer and inspected the trio, a few times even sniffing. “Hmm…well one of you is disqualified from summoning us. You are not even from our land!” Blue shouted.

Kira pointed at himself and she nodded.

“What do you mean, summoning?” Fujin asked the more important question.

“What do you mean?” Pink asked in turn, “Is that not why you freed us? To gain our power and rule the land?”

Everyone exchanged a glance. “No,” Pangu explained, “We are freeing you because you were unjustly sealed away. Shakti wishes for you to be free and, while I suppose we were hoping to borrow some of your power, we did not want it to rule the land.”

“Oh?” Blue tilted her head to the side and then she and her sisters flew closer and started to whisper to one another. Once they were done, they broke away and she cleared her throat. “Well, since you are from Mother, we have no need to perform any tests or anything.”

“Besides,” Green cut in, “You freeing us is probably proof enough or whatever.”

“Let’s pick summoners!” Pink shouted and pumped her fists into the air.

“Is this…what you would do back in the day?” Kira quirked an eyebrow.

“Yup!” Pink vibrated and more sparkles flew off of her body.

“Our blessing came with a lot of respect, you know,” Blue elaborated, “Whoever we gifted the ability to use our power was always the lord of the land. So do not take this lightly.”

“We do not,” Pangu immediately said, “We would be honored and deeply humbled.”

The three faeries all looked at him before Pink laughed and said, “Eeew—too formal! You sound like Gnome or something.”

“Are you from Terra? Or maybe Kyrie?” Green asked.

Pangu unintentionally pouted. “I am from Enlil.”

“Then act like it!” Pink shouted. “Disqualified!”

“You too,” Blue said and pointed at Kira.

“Fair.” He shrugged.

“Now, let us taste the rest of you,” Green said and flew in closer to the women and Kaz. The other two followed and flew around them like a swarm of bees before returning to their original position.

“We say…” Blue drew out her words.

“You,” Pink proclaimed and pointed to Fujin.

“And you!” Green also pointed but at Heidi.

“And YOU!” Blue picked May.

“Three of them?” Kaz asked, surprised. “How does that work for picking a lord…?”

“They can fight over it,” Blue suggested.

Then Pink cut in, “Or rule together.”

“But I am no leader,” Heidi objected and pulled Lady closer. “I am just focused on my family and my job.”

“Yeah, I protect the royal family. I am not a part of it,” Fujin said.

“I might be a princess but can you not give your blessings to my sister instead?” May gave them a sideways smile. “I sort of left the castle in her care because I did not want to be Queen.”

Sylph looked between them and each of them groaned and threw their little heads back. “Are you kidding?!” Green flew about with a fury before stopping and shaking. “We give you our blessing to rule the land and you give it up? All of you?!”

“What happened to power hungry humans?” Blue asked with a sigh. “They just do not make them like they used to.”

“We do not disrespect your gifts or the ability to summon you,” Fujin tried to remedy the situation; “We just do not think we are the best fits to rule. Or rather, we do not wish to use your abilities to force ourselves on top.”

“Ugh, you are talking like that stiff over there too.” Pink stuck out her tongue.

“I mean, I will definitely use your power if I can,” May said with a laugh, “and maybe I will help my sister after all of this is over but I crave freedom and fun. I cannot just sit around and do paperwork all day.”

Sylph seemed less agitated now and they looked at each other before asking the group, “Is that what lordship is like now?”

“Kind of,” Kaz responded.

The three had another impromptu meeting and whispered to one another. When they broke it off, Green took to the center and cleared her throat. “From this moment onward, our blessing means total freedom and lordship only if that is what the individual desires. Mostly, you will be given the power to decide your own fate. How about that?”

Fujin, May, and Heidi shared a look. “…Sure,” Heidi said first.

“That works for me,” Fujin agreed.

“So, can I summon you whenever?” May asked.

“Of course!” Pink flew closer to her and tapped her on the nose. “Just call out our name or think about us REALLY hard and we will show up!”

“Okay, bye-bye now!” Blue shouted and the three zipped to each other’s side, all forming together into a tight ball of light until the sight was too blinding to bear.

Everyone covered their eyes and, before they knew it, they were falling. They all braced for impact but, when their feet hit the floor, it was surprisingly gentle.

“Huh…? We are somewhere else?” May asked right away and Pangu opened his eyes.

Sure enough, they were no longer even in the spirit realm and, rather than being back in Tian-Badou, they were in a completely new location. The spire, or what was left of it in the mortal realm, laid around them in ruins. They were still atop a mountain but the building was all but gone.

“I suppose that makes sense,” Kaz mentioned and dusted off the front of his tunic. “We did travel in the spirit realm so we would be someplace else upon exiting.”

“But where are we?” Heidi asked as she held onto Lady’s shoulders.

“Doesn’t really matter,” Kira replied with a shrug, “I can open a portal here and take you back home.”

“Shh!” Pangu, suddenly, shushed and then ran to the front of the group and held his arms out. A barrier of wind wrapped around them and he said, under his breath, “We are not alone.”

Kira felt it immediately and he took a defensive stance while everyone else retrieved their weapons just on Pangu’s word.

From behind a dilapidated pillar stepped another older man clad in white but it was not Badou or even one of the remaining Heavenly Princes. He was a worse possibility, in Pangu’s mind, and his entire body tensed upon seeing him.

Gongji seemed just as confused as they were though, in spite of his furrowed brow, he still kept a calm demeanor. “You need not keep a barrier erect, Pangu, I have no intention of attempting to fight you all at once. I am sorely outnumbered.”

“I do not trust that for a second.” He refused to let any of his defenses slip.

“What are you doing here?” Kira asked.

Gongji raised one of his busy brows. Up until a few seconds ago, he had been alone on the mountain, meditating. “This is my home. I return here from time to time and meditate. I should be the one asking why you are here.”

“You live here?” Heidi repeated, sounding unconvinced, “In this ruin?”

“I did.” The disciple stepped back, away from them. His eyes bounced between each individual and their battle stance. Even Pangu had his hands raised, ready to switch from holding the barrier to reaching for the elements. “I must reiterate, I truly have no desire to fight right now.”

“Maybe we do,” Kaz said and jutted forward with his spear.

Gongji responded, not with any further words or an attack of his own but with a wide step to the side and then a leap backward, off the edge. His body dropped, out of sight, and the suddenness of it evoked a gasp out of both May and Lady.

Pangu lowered the barrier a little but kept his eyes trained forward. “Do not forget, he can fly too,” he reminded everyone.

“Oh. Right.” May felt a bit silly for her immediate, shocked reaction.

“I actually do think he left us alone,” Kira mentioned and set a hand on Pangu’s arm, lowering it the rest of the way. “We should leave while we still can.”

His insides shook but he nodded in agreement. The sooner they left, the sooner they took Heidi and Lady back home, and the sooner they returned to the safety of Shakti’s caves, the better.

[ninjakitten1699]

More Oni headcanons that I wanted to add on

to @ambrosial-tea post but I forgot until now!

There are different tribes of Oni as stated in the last post. Aka Oni (Red), Ao Oni (Blue), Shiro Oni (Pale/White), and our Kuro Oni (Black/Dark).

We don’t know too much of the Dark Oni we got but we do know that Oni were originally intended to be guardians between Material Plane and Spirit World when the two began overlapping (possibly The Grasslands/Departed, and Cursed Realm before they began separating). Put a tribe of Oni on the Material Plane for a couple years and they’d splinter into subraces of Oni and become more corrupted by the years. Dark Oni became one of the tribes corrupted.

Aka Oni are the most common type of Oni with their dark red colors, large size, and toughness. They’re slightly bigger than the rest of their kin, more violent, unfocused, and pursue immediate satisfaction, disregarding long drawn out plots and schemes. They’re mostly known for strength too.

Ao Oni are known for their unnatural cunning and aptitude for magic, smaller than their red kin but larger than pale, and have different shades of dark blue. They’re the ones you’d catch calculating and meticulously pursuing lofty goals like power and knowledge.

Shiro Oni are known for their aloofness and connections to the spirit realm. They’re the smallest of the main three tribes and the fewest of members. They vary from pale white to light gray. (They may as well adopt other Oni who share their colors and hopefully teach them their ideals.) Pale Oni would rather keep things in balance between the material plane and spirit world as the ancient Oni intended. They guard their locations but will adventure for artifacts of the spirit world and mend balance. If we take that into account perhaps they are another reason why Realm travel is difficult to Oni who try to cross through the any of the realms involving afterlives.

While Oni have no concept of gender since they have both reproductive organs, they also have no concept of sexualities either. Honestly they just didn’t have a name for it when one didn’t feel the need to have sex or when another felt more attracted to the same sex aspects of their partner. (If anything, their type of relationships or way of thinking would be looked up upon because they felt closer to their spirituality and their true selves.) Again they sometimes don’t mate for reproduction but just for the vibes of their partner.

They probably didn’t have a name for having multiple partners at the time either. If one Oni wanted to be a part of what the other two had and they were content with the feel of them, then it was okay. Plus more hands to help raise the cub personally. (Essentially that’s what PolyGarm would basically be. They make Garm happy, they’re happy with him, and Lloyd would basically have more than two parents. At this point Lloyd would just have more dads and Koko is just the one good mom he deserves.)

The second Oni learn what kisses are and how they work, they find it just as addictive as they do with other acts of affection.

Oni are more closer to their family than they are to strangers because in most Oni’s belief, strangers brought suffering to the family. In turn they displayed their family’s name first before their own, showing pride in them and hoping to intimidate any strangers with ill intent towards them.

Speaking of Oni names, they don’t usually have any but when they do their names would be what positive traits the parents wish the child to take on. For example, a son could have “Akihiko”. “Aki” meaning “bright” and “hiko” meaning “boy/prince”. They could want him to be someone brighter than they ever hoped for. For a daughter, “Asuna” with “asu” meaning “tomorrow” and “na” to “greens” or “apple tree”. Maybe the parents are hoping the Oni daughter would lead them to a more plentiful day. And then there’s the family names. The most famous ones are “Hideyoshi” and “Ishikawa”. We’ve heard of these names and the history behind them, I wouldn’t want to come across any of their descendants that carry their name with honor.

Ironically “Harumi” is actually a name for a female Oni in some home brewing lore. One of her meanings is “govern/rule” and “beauty”. Goes to show how far she would take her name literally.

Shiro Oni/Pale Oni don’t have names, but it’s because they don’t want to be too close to the material plane while they guard the spirit realms. They would refer to themselves and each other as “that/this one” instead like how gargoyles in the old days would. If they come up with names, it’s for the sake of working with others on the material plane, but even then it only happens when they really trust the people around them.

Oni have a large appetite that could put the Pythor and the Anacondrai to shame. They could honestly compete against the Great Devourer and other wyrms.

An Oni’s pair of horns are a sign of honor. No pair of horns are alike, not even the closest siblings’ horns look the same. They all have their differences. Their horn length is their pride. Having them sawed off is quite literally shameful to the owner of them but they did do something to deserve it.

It’s possible that some Oni were confused at Garm’s horns not being there at first but they hear about the first time they grew out of his head he quite literally broke them off and bled for a good long while to the point of passing out. (Blood vessels actually go throughout the antlers/horns in animals which is why they aren’t busted right off easily. Why wouldn’t they to Oni horns?) Come to find out it was the FSM’s hate for Oni that made Garm hate himself and how he looked so Garm had them filed down to his scalp or small enough to hide in his hair. It honestly almost hurts the Oni’s look on the FSM even more but hey who hasn’t he hurt? It takes a couple more decades and some therapy before he finally let’s go of his internalized self hatred and trauma that he grows out his horns and finally has pride in himself like most Oni already do.

So it’s not uncommon for Oni to live among other races, whether secretly or not, due to their shapeshifting abilities, however sometimes they’re immediately shunned when their true form slips out. Unless they proved otherwise to the most accepting of inhabitants, they’re allowed to stay. By then they’d have a hybrid appearance with their horns out, either out of their kindness to ease the others’ fear of them or for their own personal benefit.

Oni that do live on their own choose to live in the wilderness or in the mountains. If living in society but still wanting some sort of solitude, they’d either be closer to the outskirts or deep in the downtown where you’d either have to ask directions to specific people to find them or already know where they are. Hence Mistaké with her small tea shop and Wu being able find her.

As stated before Oni have no problems with Half-Oni at all. They’re just welcoming another cub into the pack and it’s just the fact that they are a child of an Oni who fell in love with another humanoid. Although there are some cases of Oni being chased out by the other race with their cub in their arms and they just run until they find the closest tribe. They’d be welcomed into the tribe and the cub is basically adopted by them.

Again half Oni isn’t a problem to them, but they do have a problem with any particular wizards experimenting on Oni breeding with any other humanoids. The know it’s not the parents’ fault neither is the cub’s. If neither parent want nothing to do with them, then the half Oni cub is taken off of their hands by another Oni who was grieving at a loss of a cub (or the realization they couldn’t have any) or a pairing who wouldn’t mind another. The cub won’t have a terrible environment, the parents won’t have to unwillingly interact with the child until they resolve their own issues or they wish to visit and see them grow.

Meanwhile, those wizards will never know peace again until the day they die, even other tribes, who they could be at war with, will catch wind of what happen and help in taking them out. By the time those wizards die, even the Pale Oni who have no ties with Omega or any other tribes won’t be forgiving to them. They won’t do anything too harmful to them, but they will lead them to the terrible part of the Cursed Realm and those wizards proceed to stay there until they fade out of existence entirely.

Enough angst there and let’s go back to fluff. I bet Oni would love dice. Like not even for games but for the click-clack sound. (“Lloyd. They’re metal dice. You cannot have—.” “Shiny sparkly metal bits make pretty sounds! :D” “Garmadon please tell your son not— Not you too!” “Wha~ It does sound pretty.”)

Y’all know how like adult lions play with their babies? They pretend to be hurt and that the cub is super strong to help build up their confidence. Hear me out, Oni do that too. Big goddamn Omega really be taking hits from tiny little cubs, Mistaké be playing with little Garmadon and playing dead on him, then Garm just does the same thing for little Lloyd. (“Koko, sweetie, help. It’s the battle of the century in here. Help, save me. He’s too powerful!” “*tiny war cry*”)

Someone makes a baby Oni cry one time and boy it’s absolutely over. It’s on sight for that person. I’m telling you On Sight!

Oni can purr loud enough to the point where it rumbles in them like a motor and that’s how cubs feel their parents’ purring. Then there’s baby Oni just babbling and the adult Oni just pretend to have a whole conversation with them. Don’t get me started on them playing soft flute music to help the toddler Oni sleep.

We probably only got a few words out of Omega when they first appeared because we were hearing them through human ears. Lloyd’s Oni brain would click on and translates what he knows while Garm in full Oni form can get full sentences out of Omega.

Oni are willing to learn a different language if it helps others understand them and their intentions. Now let’s just think of Lloyd connecting to his Oni side of the family (since let’s face it, the Oni are going to be around longer than most of his friends are) through teaching them sign language.

They also try to teach him their Oni tongue but he can only grasp a few words at a time easily. When he finally learns the language, next thing you know he’s going to be cursing and only Oni will understand. Some (aka Mistaké) want to scold him and others (*cough*Garmadon*cough*) find it hilarious.

Garmadon’s Oni-Dragon hybrid brain wants him to decorate his significant others and now I think of Oni just sharing the precious items they hoard with their mate. Wait till they figure out they can make jewelry and have their significant other wear it.

[beetleohbeetle]

I’m gonna draw Nyo FACE family as a family of magic users and witches cause it’s Halloween and I can’t do ink Tober

But I just keep thinking about it, it’s all ina domestic setting, Alice and Marianne have been together for ages and are roughly done with all their adventuring and general nonsense. They’ve settled down on the edge of a nice little town with woods near by for that’s how Alice grew up and she could never completely let that go. It’s nice and they grow their own crops and grow close with the towns people.

It’s all changed when a set of twins are dropped off on their doorstep, the lady explaining that she heard of them from the towns people and she couldn’t possible take care of them herself and was desperate. They decided to take them in and raise them as their own.

A nice little family full of witches with varying magic. Marianne was always good with charms and potions and especially kitchen type magic. The food always perfect and often embedded with magic to make people feel a certain way, generally positive emotions .

Amelia got really good with fighting with magic. Alice used to be good with using magic that way but absolutely frets and worries about it all of the time. She often just comes off as hypocritical but really she means well. Manifesting it’s self as quick flashes of lighting

Maddison being more quiet about magic, less showy she doesn’t inherently feel the need to show off she’s confident within her own abilities. Empath ( like the live action winx club cause I just felt that it fits) but also a bit of defensive magic she could definitely hold her own. For Maddie that does mean it manifesting in ways that alter peoples perception of reality. Confusing them, making them think she’s not there. It’s not easy to do but she can do it.

Alice’s magic is wild much like the woods and forests she grew up in. Old family magic. Tied to emotions Alice is often having issues with keeping things from happening but has slowly and steadily learned ways of keeping herself calm. Gardening being one way of doing that, she’s slowly cultivated a plethora of stuff out there and will get bent out of shape if people mess with it. Another is just being with her family, not that they haven’t had fights or arguments but over the years she’s steadily learned that she’s allowed to ask for help, she’s not all by herself anymore.

Also Marianne and Alice going out and doing adventuring long before the twins and getting into fights and such. Telling stories of adventures but it was their own. Maddie not having much of an interest in doing it herself but Amelia certainly did.

The parallels between amelia and Alice and Alice just forgetting what she was like as a kid. Loud and annoying, far too curious. Far too stubborn

I just mmm I love them

[loveylangdon]

Go To Town

Word Count: 4.2k

soft jj x best friend reader 

A/N: I have no idea why but 'Go To Town’ by Doja Cat reminds me of JJ (listen it if you want to), so I came up with this lil scenrio based off the song but not really? but who doesn’t love a good dance sesh to tease a cute boy. Just some cute JJ love tbh, everyone has the angsty, hard ass jj heres a lil content smol jj.  This is my first jj fic so pls be kind. truly a white mans whore so i’ll include my masterlist for my other writings Xx

*not my gif credit to owner*

y/n p.o.v.

“If you're down, boy, really down, baby let me watch you go to town” You and Kie screamed at the top of your lungs dancing on the Pogue. It was your turn to pick the music playlist for the day out on the marsh and you had more of an open love for all music. When it was your turn to pick the playlist it was a bit of everything everyone loved but today you just wanted to let loose and have fun. You vibed heavy with the reggae and soft jazz the boys usually picked or the pop-rock JJ chose, but you wanted to have more fun before the kegger tonight. Your vibe was usually infectious and you wanted the others to be able to let loose. Hence listening to some Doja Cat in the middle of nowhere with also the slight hope of catching JJ’s attention more so than usual.

Your cousin came down from the mainland and showed you some new artists and ‘Go to Town’ by Doja Cat was on her playlist which reminded you of your little blonde hair blue eyed crush. JJ Maybank possibly royalty amongst the pogues and rightfully so with his charm, good looks, and his ability to fix basically anything he was a guy every girl wanted to sleep with. But to you he was an angel in disguise. Glancing over at him you saw him smirking behind his beer bottle and looking at you intently in your swimsuit dancing with Kie. “Go down, go down, go down, go to town” You and Kie kept screaming out “and she shave it all off Charlie Brown with it” dropping down and dancing on each other. John B laughing and throwing his head back, Pope smiling like an idiot, Sarah refusing to dance provocatively with you two trying to hold on to John B’s arm for dear life. Today was gonna be good. You had JJ’s attention from the moment you stepped on the boat and that’s all you wanted even if it was because you were currently grinding with Kie. 

Together but not together, you and JJ were in this endless cycle of teasing and flirting constantly but today you were winning. Watching him while dancing on Kie you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. Making sure your eyes were locked for most of the provocative parts of the song or when you dropped lower than normal. Watching how his eyes get a deeper shade of blue and how he was holding on tighter to the neck of the beer bottle John B handed him before you guys anchored down. Smiling to yourself you turned and gave Kie your full attention again dancing and acting foolish screaming lyrics to the wise words of Doja Cat “If he don’t eat it, he a D-bag, He can use a submarine, I’ll call him seaman” 

You were kind of this untouchable girl in the group, maybe even a better girl version of JJ easier to tame. Young, wild and free. Pretty, smart, fun always up for adventure but you had the spirit of Pope calculating and thinking things through but you knew when to let go. The perfect balance, Smart and quick on your feet, great at getting out of certain situations you became the mediator for Pogues and Kooks. Not being much of either you were what they would call a “Pookie” in the middle, not exactly a full Pogue but not much farther from being a Kook but not good enough either. However the group accepted you far quicker than they accepted Sarah Cameron, pure at heart and no ill intentions just wanting to have fun, Plus it didn’t hurt that you stopped Rafe from attacking them the first time you met them on the island. After they knew you were badass and down to earth how could the 3 boys refuse to let you in their secret club. Kie joined later which you were thankful for, loving your boys endlessly for 4 years but you couldn’t say no to another girl to help keep these boys corralled. 

While being associated with the Pogues it didn’t stop Kook guys trying to get at you. You were invited on figure 8 anytime as well as the cut. Princess of peace some would call you, you could get Kelce and Rafe to back down from a fight more often than not. Rafe not wanting to get on your bad side because you had a fire in your eyes and he wouldn’t want to hurt his chance of possibly getting laid if the “opportunity arises” you would never but it didn’t hurt to make him think so. Being Pookie came with power. Being able to control Rafe meant power over the Kooks. Hurting you could hurt Mr. Cameron’s business in some ways, you didn’t have a big mouth but you never forget what happens, you’re a more credible person to believe than the Pogues if it came to spilling some of Rafe’s secrets. And Rafe never forgot that. So he played nice-ish when you were present. Plus it didn’t hurt that he was attractive. So what if you flirted and hung out with them once in a blue moon. Young, Wild, and free. 

Again though JJ, JJ Maybank was it. You guys were without a doubt each other’s person. You weren’t going to make the first move you were gonna let JJ do it. Watching him mack on Tourons hurt but nothing your friends and some fun couldn’t fix. You and him were endgame anyways so why fret over what’s inevitable. That’s what you told yourself. You were confident and you definitely had that boy wrapped around your finger. Knowing each other’s quirks, body language, food taste, being each other’s other half you guys had mastered for a couple of years now. Up until recently the tides have shifted your guy’s love for each other grew in a way neither of you suspected but it didn’t change anything. Maybe more lingering touches, a couple more conscious forehead kisses or escorts home. Yet the blue-eyed angel still couldn’t make it official so you did what you do best tease him any chance you got. 

“D to the TF, got your bf in my DM, got him all up in my hair” You make your way over to where Popes sitting pointing your finger at him to join you and Kie. 

“No-No” Pope lets out moving to get up, you wink at Kie who is laughing at Popes wide-eyed frantic figure who finally figured out what the songs about while trying to maneuver in the small boat. You and Kie finally get pope stuck between you two “cause I can’t believe my eyes and her man between my thighs” you and Kie keep screaming. Peaking over Pope’s shoulder you see JJ watching you “And it’s clean but messy like a pizza” you sing right at him making eye contact, you see the blue-eyed boy shift uncomfortably in his seat adjusting his swim trunks, eyes locked on you. You wink at him and see pink dust his cheeks as he clears his throat. 

Turning to John B with a smile on your face makes Sarah squeal, “My boyfriend too y/n” she lets out, fake shock evident in her tone 

“Sorry Cameron I don’t have a boyfriend so I need to steal yours” you giggle holding your hand out for John B who has his hand over his heart and an awe look on his face flattered you chose him. He kisses Sarah on the forehead and stands up leading you next to Kie and Pope “If your down boy really down, Baby let me watch you go to town” you’re back is to John B’s chest dancing to the beat yelling out the lyrics, you feel John B place his hands on your waist and see Kie trying to get Sarah to join you guys. 

You feel heat on your waist and it's not John B’s hands, someones staring at you, looking over to JJ you see him glaring at John B’s hands holding onto your hips, guiding you to the beat. Rolling your eyes at JJ you huff, only JJ would get jealous over a guy who has a girlfriend and still not do anything about it. Pope went to go sit next to JJ since Kie left him to drag Sarah to dance before the song ended. You leave John B and dance your way over to Kie and Sarah. 

“No, No, No” Sarah squeals when you grab her wrist and Kie grabs the other you guys get her to stand up and push her to the front of the boat for the last chorus. Squishing Sarah between you and Kie you guys are lazily grinding on each other with the three boys sitting at the front of the boat whooping and hollering at your antics “let me see you go to town, baby, go to town yeah”

Making eye contact with JJ again you notice his tensed features, his jaws clenched and he’s biting his lip, his hairs messed up and you assume from him tugging on it. His eyes snap up to your face knowing he got caught checking you out he smirks opening his legs wider as if daring you to go to him and do your worst. 

“Baby let me watch you go to town,” you say making your way over to the boys, John B’s eyes widen hitting JJ on the shoulder “Oh my god” Pope lets out 

You make grabby hands to JJ, grabbing his hand that was covering his crotch innocently grazing his chest making pope let out a whistle, JJ stands up immediately taking your hand in his smirking while a goofy smile graces his features. You walk him to the middle of the boat turning your back to his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist immediately, you can feel his breath against your ear as he holds onto you tighter. Rocking your guy’s body’s together to the beat, you lean your head back and whisper into his ear “It’s your one chance, baby, never or now yeah” you hear him groan gripping you tighter if possible. Giggling you push your ass against his crotch and hear him gasp “Okay that’s it” He lets out with a clenched jaw and you unravel yourself from him and go back to dancing with Sarah and Kie again “Go down, go down, go down, Yeah let me see you go to town” Screaming when the songs over and the next one starts to play you guys laugh turning around looking at the boys who just sit there or stand in JJ’s case with a shocked expression 

“What the hell is wrong with you guys,” Kie asks crossing her arms, “You’re killing the buzz” she whines while Sarah walks over to John B and climbs in his lap causing you to laugh 

Pope clears his throat and opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out causing you and Kiara to laugh “Look y/n you broke Pope” and Pope looks offended 

“No, she didn’t,” Pope says but his voice cracked causing everyone to laugh 

“I haven’t seen y/n dance like that since the party with Rafe” Sarah comments teasingly and suddenly everyone gets quiet. Kie rolls her eyes at Sarah for even mentioning him 

“Okay, y’all act like you’ve never heard a song like that chill” you chuckle going to the cooler to grab a beer and take a drink

“No we have but like wow that was so-” Pope starts out with hand movements and everything but Kie shoots him a look raising her eyebrow 

“So what Pope?” She asks and you go to say something but JJ cuts you off 

“That was hot, like really hot not gonna lie I liked it, I liked it a lot actually” JJ speaks up from where he’s standing on the boat looking at you. John B hits him upside the head “Bro what the fuck” JJ lets out turning to look at John B

“Stop being gross” John B states matter of factly “They’re having fun they don’t need a perv ruining it”

You give them a confused look “Okay I’m going to swim, coming Kie?” You ask as she nods. Diving into the marsh instantly cools off your body, you hear Kie jump in after you. Swimming to the other side of the boat. The boys and Sarah out of view you hear Kie next to you 

“So JJ is still a dumbass” she huffs out rolling her eyes in the direction of JJ. Giggling at her you shake your head and she goes to speak up about his failed attempt to get down with you to Doja Cat when you guys hear JJ whisper shout trying to be quiet, you shoot a look to Kie and raise a finger to your lips telling her to be quiet while she nods

“Okay I stand corrected that was hot. Pope you should be worried about Kie leaving you for y/n did you see the way Kie went in after her” JJ lets out a whistle and you and Kie giggle quietly moving your arms around to make it seem like y’all are still swimming 

“Shut up” Pope lets out exasperated

“No Pope listen I’m serious that was so hot like y/n dived flawlessly she’s perfect and the way Kie followed right after her like girl on girl action it just-” 

You snorted looking over at Kie who had an eyebrow raised, you made kissy faces at her until she splashed you. You could imagine JJ using his hands to emphasize his point 

“You’re disgusting JJ” you heard Sarah let out which caused you and Kie to start giggling until you heard a splash of water assuming it was Sarah. You and Kie swam a little ways from the boat to not give away that you two were snooping 

“Great, you pissed off Sarah great going JJ” you could faintly hear John B huff 

“What guys I’m being honest, you’re gonna tell me that wasn’t even a little bit hot,” JJ asks and you can see his arms extended out 

“Okay JJ yes but we don’t say that shit out loud” you hear Pope mumble. Your head shot straight to Kie who has a shocked expression on her face at Popes sudden small outburst and then to Sarah 

“You little snakes you heard them” Sarah gasps out 

“Sarah shut up oh my god, it’s so fun to tease them” you flick water at her and head to swim back to the boat seeing John B and Pope join the girls in the water. The water had done its job cooling you off you wanted to tan. 

Climbing back into the boat you hear a whistle coming from JJ “Take a picture it’ll last longer” you let out reaching for your towel to dry off 

“Only if you let me take pictures of the entire view and” he pauses popping the ‘and’ while pointing his finger at you “you stay wet” JJ lets out biting his lip as you shoot him a fake glare. He’s reaching for your waist and you let him pull you to sit down between his legs 

You pout “I wanted to tan” 

“To bad come keep me company” he smiles pulling you down, kissing the crown of your forehead nothing unusual but it didn't stop the butterflies from forming in the pit of your stomach 

“How you feeling,” You ask him as he wraps a towel around your figure before wrapping his arms around you. Knowing he didn’t get in the water because of his recent fight with his dad. His bruises were taking a little longer to heal than normal and he didn’t want anyone worrying about him. You helped apply cream to them but he couldn’t stay out of trouble long enough for it to heal properly. 

“I’m perfect right now” he hums in content and you move to look up at him, his chin is resting in the crook of your shoulder and his eyes are closed, his arms wrapped across your torso holding you close to his chest. The sun is hitting his face perfectly making his blonde locks glow and there’s a sense of calm he holds. He looks content, at peace and all you could ever ask for was this boy to feel all the love in the world and a part of you hoped he felt that with you. Placing a soft kiss on his chin you feel him shift, you turn your body to watch the rest of the Pogues in the water. They’re having a splash war and you can’t help but let out a giggle at the girls trying to take down John B. 

“You missed,” JJ says 

“Missed what?” You ask confused eyes still on your friends in the water

“You missed” He lets out annoyed at the lack of attention you’re paying to him

“JJ what the fuck are you-” His hand grabs your chin turning you to him quickly cutting you off and his lips are on yours. 

Your lips melt into his instantly. His hand goes to hold the side of your face in his hand, tilting your head a bit to deepen the kiss. You feel like your heart is going to fall out of your chest. His other hand goes to pinch your ass as you let out a gasp he uses that as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. Attempting to fight for dominance you gladly let him win. He tasted like beer and spearmint with a hint of weed he probably smoked earlier. It was addicting. 

Pulling away for a quick second he groans, his eyes still closed you can see him rolling his eyes like breaking away from him was the end of the world. You place quick pecks onto his lips while moving to straddle his lap, you feel him smirk against you. Pulling you closer to him, he has one hand on your ass holding you to him and the other holding the side of your cheek to keep you close, you pull his bottom lip into your mouth sucking on it as he groans. Pulling away reluctantly both of his hands find their way to the bottom of your ass. 

Opening your eyes looking at him he sits with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face, eyes closed, lips red and swollen. He looks like a kid in a candy store and you can’t help but let out a giggle. Placing your hands on either side of his neck you lean into him and place a couple of kisses on his lips he happily partakes in and you can feel his smile widening if even possible. Pulling away you’re met with blue eyes and a smirk. You lean up to place a kiss on his forehead as soon as you place it there his face nuzzles into your boobs and you can’t help but laugh and he groans “you’re so perfect, fuck” he speaks into your skin playfully biting your chest

Tangling your hand in his hair behind his neck, you gently pull him away from your boobs, he leans in planting another kiss on you quickly “I like this” he places another kiss on your lips “I like this a lot” he whispers to you as you break away for the third time. 

Trying to chase his lips with yours you nod at him “Yeah?” you smirk tugging at the hair gently on the back of his neck, tilting your head a little more back feigning innocent while he groans moving his hands to hold the side of your face to keep you from moving away any further 

Something flashes across his face you haven’t seen before causing you to furrow your eyebrows together and then his eyes go soft and the way he’s looking at you makes you want to melt into a puddle “Yeah I like this a lot actually” he breaths out in a sincere whisper placing a kiss on your nose, you scrunch it up as he places gentle kisses all over your face until you’re pushing his face away to stop him you guys are both left laughing, He plays with a few strands of your hair just looking at you as if he’s trying to remember every little detail as if he didn’t know it by heart already 

“Um what are you guys doing,” Pope asks from the side of the boat with a questionable look only Pope could make

“Pope what the fuck man” JJ lets out pinching the bridge of his nose glaring at him. You move to get up and grab JJ another beer, noticing John b climb into the boat as well. “Can’t you see I’m trying to make magic happen” JJ gestures towards your standing finger and you scoff placing a hand on your hip

“You’re gonna need a lot of magic JJ little Pookie here has a wide range of options” John B teases knowing JJ gets all defensive when your other affiliated party is mentioned the Kooks

“She’s mine and everyone knows it” JJ scoffs crossing his arms making his biceps bulge a little bit 

“My brother doesn’t” Sarah chimes in climbing into the boat next to you and you try to stifle your laugh at JJ fuming. Kie climbs aboard and starts arguing with JJ alongside Sarah about the logistics of a relationship and what that entails. You’re sure you hear something about ownership and women’s rights and you can’t help but smile at your friends being idiots

John B pats the seat next to him for you to sit down, clinking his beer with yours or was suppose to be JJ’s “Salud” he chuckles ruffling your hair “I think Pookie is finally a Poguie, we can talk about custody over him later” he jokes 

“No” you hear JJ say over the music holding his hand to Kie’s face to shush her while pointing a finger over at the two of you “actually, she had full custody the entire time” you hear JJ shout over Kie trying to shove JJ in the water 

“Whose pussy whipped now,” John B asks him raising an eyebrow making everyone burst into laughter and Pope lets out a low whistle

“I don’t know ask Rafe-” JJ started which earned a shocked expression from you that lasted 2 seconds and a knowing look from Sarah before Kie finally pushed him over the edge and into the marsh resulting in a gasp from him and a content smiley Kiara

“I’m sure Rafe would gladly go to town with y/n, he’ll take his one chance” Kie yelled towards him and a bunch of “oohs” come from everyone before she continues “Hmm actually let's put that on the playlist for the kegger tonight see what prince Kook wants to do with princess Pookie” She goes to put her hand on her chin pouting her lips earning a nod from Pope  

“That's it you’re dead” JJ pushes himself up into the boat and immediately grabs onto Kie throwing her back into the marsh, turning around he headed straight for Sarah 

“JJ no, JJ-” Sarah screams out when he nears her “John B I swear if you let him-” but it's too late JJ is holding her bridal style in his arms tossing her over into the marsh 

“Sorry Kook you’re related to the guy can’t have you spying on us revealing intel” He salutes the two girls in the water going to sit in between your legs on the floor of the boat, his back against the seat

“Yeah he’s pussy whipped” Pope states pointing a finger towards you guys, JJ fake glares at him taking off his cut tank that is now soaked due to Kie pushing him in. Hoping it'll dry before the kegger tonight, you wrap a towel around his wet figure playing with his blonde hair and placing a kiss on the top of his head 

“Jokes on you Pope” JJ starts shooting him a look “I’m about to be treated like a king” JJ leans back shaking his wet hair into your lap which causes a groan from John B who was in the splash zone “Beer me women” he shouts holding his arms out earning a smack to his chest from John B, rolling your eyes you hand him the beer that was originally intended for him. He raises the bottle as the girls climb into the boat glaring at him. A shit eating grin on his face “Salud” which earns a chorus of saluds back and a “how does he do it” from Pope causing everyone to burst into laughter while he starts the boat up to head back to the chateau.

The sun, the water, your boy and friends. Pogue style. 

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A/N: this is my first jj writing and she isn’t edited v much I wanted to get it out bc this idea has been in my head and I think about it every time I listen to the song, and its on my summer playlist rip. This could be a two parter? the ending was kinda meh because I was torn between dragging it out and giving it an ending. Either way I hope you enjoyed it. Any feedback or commentary is welcomed my inbox is always open, I hope yall are staying safe Xx

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Fun Fact Friday Part III

Thank you so much for the tag, @jessica-writes22.

Rules: List as many fun facts about your ocs, writing process, or wips as you want

One of the many theme songs that describe Cyras and Vaene's relationship is Through Glass by Stone Sour.

Cyras grew up in the southern part of the Olessan Empire. Many northern Olessans will vacation in the south during winter as it is warmer.

Niccolo will often harm Cyras, but he will always weep and apologize afterward. She developed a harsh view upon the world because of this and other events that have happened in her past.

Niccolo has a gnarled hand. His fingers are usually curved inward. He can't participate in the events that he had in his youth. Because of this, he will often have his right-hand man, Salazzar, to do what he cannot.

Salazzar is a full-blooded Drakl, a descendent of Alystin and Brennan in Flight of the Dragon. He is also the father of Vincento, best friened to Cyras Covelli.

Before Alystin, Brennan had a mate named Beatrix. In dragon hierarchy, the female partners usually are the heads of the family and decide the flight's actions. Beatrix has forbidden Brennan and her children to transform into their true forms before the lesser races.

Alystin is a waitress at the Huntsman, an inn owned by her foster family. She loves her job, but she yearns for adventure. She will get that in spades.

Alystin loves to run around barefoot and feel the earth underfoot.

Although Brennan is a knight errant who is proficient with melee weapons, he also knows a bit of archery. He teaches this to Alystin, aiding her in her quest for vengeance but also keeping her out of the reach of their enemies.

Alystin loves foods that are tart. For her naming day, her foster mother will make her a pie filled with elderberries. She will take the pie and retire to her bedroom and meditate upon her life and relationship with the vener (gods). This can last up to 3 days to a week.

Seamus has a certain swagger to him. He tends to strut when he walks, as he is full of confidence in his abilities.

Shae often gathers his hair into a tight ponytail, as the Glorendine military discourages unkempt appearances. Anabelle loves to see him with his dark hair down.

Even when he doesn't show it, Seamus cares deeply for Anabelle. After they reunited, she jumped into the arctic sea. Without a thought, Shae jumped after her to rescue her.

Shae will always give his enemy a chance to do what is right. He tried to talk Anabelle out of helping him in his mission numerous times as her "hands aren't stained by his sins yet."

While most shadow blades worship VIttore, the vener of war, Seamus worships Agosto and Augustine, the vener and venera of justice, divine order, fairness, law and good council. He can often be found leaving offerings of wine to Agosto and Agustine.

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