#cat sized food truck

[cat-cosplay]

Found a cat sized Food Truck for $3 at a Thrift store.

Gonna make it a cat bed.

Can't wait to do a proper photoshoot with it.

[starrystella85]

Home Sweet Home Au (image and Au by: @MissMio)

Since the day you left that hell scape of a toy factory known as Playtime Co. you may have brought some stowaways with you, specifically Dogday, Catnap, Kissy, Huggy, Poppy, you get the idea. The human toy experiments that Playtime Co. created from their insane and sadistic imagination, honestly what were they thinking when they did this, anyways you took them home with you to your giant mansion in the woods, that your family owned thanks to not only the money you had made at Playtime Co. while it was still in operation, but because your family owned a huge marketing company that made millions. What was it named? Safe Heaven Toys LLC, funny really that your life revolved around toys.

On the drive home cause you had to make multiple trips during the night so no one would see the monstrosities that were once human in the back of your truck, you pulled into the driveway with the last of the toys, and as soon as you step inside Dogday and Catnap are the first to greet you.

"Welcome home Angel!" The orange stuffed dog said as his tail wagged violently through the air, his tone upbeat and energetic.

"Savior. . .welcome." The purple cat said in a more sleepy tone, but nonetheless excited to see you as his tail snaked it's way around your hips.

"hey guys. . .ugh. . ." You said to them before almost collapsing from the amount of sleep and sustenance you were deprived of, you were lucky that Carnap still had his tail wrapped around your hips to make sure you wouldn't fall face first.

"You need. . .rest now. . .Savior." Catnap stated and honestly you couldn't have agreed more. And so you were brought upstairs to the master bedroom, your room and placed on your king sized bed. As soon as you hit the mattress you pass out immediately, out like a damn light. It would take at least a week before you can recover from all the bullshit that you when through or so the toys thought. Apparently you only need like three days of sleep and a large portion of food, but other than that you were good.

Everyday for the next three days the toys would check on you, making sure that you were alright and well provided for, then just like that you were back on your feet ready to start the day. You've never felt *this* peaceful before, actually you've never felt *this* peaceful a day in your life since you were always moving and on the go, but it felt nice and finally having some company thanks to the living toys you didn't feel as lonely as you originally did before they came into your life.

"Angel how are you feeling now?" Dogday asks you know he's just doing it out of concern for you, he was always a sweet one, possessive? Maybe, but definitely sweet.

"I'm alright Dogday, I've just been doing one to many things that I crashed." You replied back to him, easing his worries, still there's a small glint in his eyes that say otherwise. "I'm being honest Dogday I'm fine." You told him as you began to scratch behind his ears making his foot do the weird moving thing. It was adorable to see and you couldn't help but scratch harder and harder which caused his tail to start thumping against the floor, causing a giggle to come out of your lips. Hearing your soft voice and fits of laughter caused a deep crimson blush to spread across Dogday's face. If he was given the chance he could listen to you all day, cause something about your voice just makes his heart flutter. Unfortunately the moment was short lived cause Catnap having a long ass tail like he does managed to snatch you up and drag you away from the loving pup that was Dogday.

"CATNAP!!! 💢" Yup Dogday was pissed as soon as you were stolen away from him. He tried searching all of the mansion but the mansion was to big and had one too many rooms that Catnap could use to hide, so the poor angry orange puppy gave up, but he swore if he saw that cat again he was going to teach him a lesson about stealing *HIS* angel away from him. Meanwhile Catnap and taken you to the more quiet areas of the house, mainly the ones you didn't have any use for and was just kinda sitting there gathering dust, except for a room that Catnap made to be his nesting spot. The room had a bunch of mattresses, blankets, pillows, and other soft plush-like materials he could find, half of them belonging to you, and the other half you don't know where in gods name he got it from. Probably stole it or something.

"hi Catnap." You said to the large purple cat as he looked at you while holding you within his arms. A faint purr came from his throat as his ears flicked, indicating that he acknowledges you.

"Savior. . ." He says. Ever since you saved him from, what would have been an unfortunate accident if you didn't intervene, was his near death encounter with 1006, and while he knows that he'll always be somewhat loyal to the prototype, he'll mostly be loyal to you just like, if more, the prototype.

Later you were wondering around aimlessly tell someone hugged you from behind. When you looked up you saw the blue huggable monster himself, Huggy Waggy. He'd changed since he and the other toys left the factory with you, and like Dogday, he was extremely clingy. It also didn't help that fact that whenever he looked at you he gave you this innocent little face as if saying "love me."

[nouearth]

servicing justice: superman [1]

pairing ; kal-el / clark kent / superman x m!reader. fandom: ; dc, superman. word count ; 2144. series ; servicing justice. genre ; smut. rating ; m. warnings ; bigdick!superman. blowjob. gloryhole. handjob. mouth-fucking. oral (reader giving). sexworker!reader. note ; yeah, okay. maybe i've been watching too much of a certain video genre, ahem. but i hope you guys enjoy my first smut! it's been a WHILE since i've written one, so i know it's rusty, HAHA. looks-wise, i mostly had maws's superman in mind (because the art style is so good and so himbo), but feel free to imagine it with any superman!

it isn’t the most comfortable position to be in. you’ve been kneeling on the floor for quite some time now, waiting for your assigned client. your palms begin to sweat to a minimal but uncomfortable degree. did i fuck up already? you ask yourself as your mind clouds with questions, doubts, and even judgement regarding this new job.

“jesus, what did i get myself into…” you recall the long process it took for you to end up here. the intensive (and ridiculously long) process of reading and signing multiple forms and documents almost had you backing out of this opportunity. though looking back at it, it was understandable since it’s quite unheard of to be… a sex worker for superheroes.

for an incredible pay, your privacy will essentially be stripped away starting from today. all phone messages, calls, and social media activities will be monitored during your venture as a sex worker, and that post-graduate life was not going to pay itself. for the most part, so far everything seemed… great? being driven to work by a chauffeur, having your own personal room and health coverage provided, and most importantly… eating free lunch was not bad at all.

or maybe you’re just naïve.

all you had to do was kneel and suck a few superhumans off. as the newbie, you were told that you’ll be starting on gloryhole duty due to privacy reasons; at least until you built enough camaraderie. though, you didn’t even mind since there would certainly be less strain on your body.

you couldn’t help but snicker at the mere thought of an entire league of superheroes holding a meeting regarding this subject matter. especially since almost everyone in the world, including you, holds these superheroes in such high regard.

“meeting is adjourned until 9 am tomorrow! until then, please help yourself to some delicious food trucks from outer spac-“ your humorous imitation of a noble superhero is silenced when you hear the door opening. within your private booth, all that blocks you from meeting your approaching client is another door with a hole cut through.

your curiosity is piqued when you catch a sight of the man’s physique through the hole. plaid shirt and jeans aside, and assuming he had to underdress, he’s huge. maybe because you’re kneeling right now, or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve never been near a superhero before, but you couldn’t help but be in awe at the size of the man. your eyes complete a full body scan by the time he approaches the door and before you could say something, he does.

“sorry i was late-“ a gentle voice echoes behind the door. contrary to his soft voice, the man’s large hands work aggressively at his belt, unlooping the leather with impatience yet eagerness as he anticipates the mouth that’s been waiting for his arrival. “there was this whole thing with this cat in this tree and then this school bus got hijacked- not my best day, unfortunately.”

“i’m sorry to hear that. sounds like a stressful day, yeah?” your voice is compassionate. you felt bad for the unnamed superhero and a part of you wanted to continue the conversation further, but your job isn’t to listen to their feelings. it’s to pleasure.

“yeah…” a huge sigh of relief expels from the man’s dry throat when he pulls his pants down. frustration stains another one of your client’s sigh, clearly troubled by the restrictive fabric guarding his erection. you watch with parted lips as he couldn’t help but give himself a needy stroke through his tight briefs, fondling his balls then beelining his palm to the very plump tip of his cock. your own cock hardens at this scene, and you find yourself doing the very same. mimicking his impatient hand to tend to the sensitive pressure below, you tiptoe the fine line between frustration and pleasure as your tightening pants and briefs define what it means to be an absolute nuisance. “very stressful.”

it doesn’t take much time before you’re faceful of cock and somehow, you manage to salivate more than you did a minute ago. the man’s throbbing erection is brimmed with thick pre-cum, stress practically leaving his body with every drip. it’s a heavenly sight that’s enough to make you stick your tongue out just in time to catch the substance into your mouth, not wanting to waste a single drop. the salty taste always catches you off-guard yet at the same time, it puts you under a spell. a tantalizing spell that commands you to drag your warm tongue over and back the underside of his thick shaft, completely avoiding the plump glans to have his cock leak even more… stress.

the taste of his musk drives your palm further into your erection, palming at whatever you could as you preoccupy yourself with teasing the man. you almost felt bad for him. contrary to his build, his whimpers are… so small, so weak. you notice his hands grip over the top of the barrier, and it turns you on upon realizing how this supposed hero could become so fragile at the simple taunt of your tongue.

“please…” the superhero whimpers out, needlessly fucking the air in hopes of granting his cock some type of friction. you’re amazed, and a little proud, by how much pre-cum he’s been leaking by now, and it all goes right onto your tongue. the wet muscle follows the natural curve of his cock to meet up with the wet and plump head. his hips buckle into the barrier and feeling it shake, you keep him steady by wrapping your hand around his shaft. you’re addicted at this point. addicted to the salty taste of his pre-cum as your tongue licks and explores into the slit of his cock, while at the same time, your hand works at his large cock in slow, but steady strokes.

“oh christ-“ he breathes out, repeating the same two words under his shaky breath as you continue to pleasure him with your tongue and hand. after a few licks, you pull away to give your tongue a break. in doing so, your grip tightens around his shaft to pace your strokes quicker. when you find a moment where your wrist needs a break, you let your client catch his breath. his cock throbbing more and more with every passing second when your tongue and hand aren’t exploring him, and you bask in the sight of it. you believe you deserve a medal at this point. not for doing a great job (though, it doesn’t seem too far-fetched), but for having control. you haven’t even sucked him off yet, but you’re content on remaining just like this for a while longer. though, that wouldn’t be fair for the superhero.

before he could whimper out another plea, your warm mouth finally wraps around the head of his cock and your ears perk at the sound of his low moan almost instantly. your hand returns to its rightful position around the lower base of his penis as you cycle your tongue over the glans, satisfying your need to taste his musk once more. seconds later, your hand lets go when you push your head farther, taking in an inch more of the hero’s cock. your knees dig into the floor as you push your head more and more, stretching your mouth with his cock until you feel yourself gagging.

“fuck.” you sniffle out when you pull back. perhaps you were challenging yourself too hard. you think to yourself as you catch your breath, using the remaining moment to sloppily jerk him off with your saliva. part of you wanted to challenge yourself to deepthroat him, impress your client on the first day. but you already know you wouldn’t be able to take it… at least, for now.

“you could hurt someone with this, y’know?” for some reason, you thought you needed to crack a joke as if there was an awkward silence that needed to be filled. maybe you just wanted to hear him talk again. his voice is warm and inviting, somewhat fitting for a superhero or even a television host as the moment you hear his voice again, you felt safe.

“i have before- oh god.” you lube up his cock with your spit as you continue to jerk him off, refraining yourself from fucking his slit with your tongue again to concentrate on his words. “which is why i don’t do this much- sex and stuff… it’s all troublesome, really.”

“yeah?” and just when you talked yourself out of challenging yourself, you feel the competitive spark ignite inside of you again. “well, i guess you just have to find the right one. could be anyone, even people you just met.” you try to play it nonchalantly, hoping that double-handing his wet cock would distract him.

he was beyond speechless at this point, moans drawn out by means of your sloppy strokes. you swear you can hear his heartbeat behind the barrier when you lean your head closer to suck him off again. you moan along with him, drawing out every breath of yours as you bob your head up and down, taking more of his cock every time you come down. your hand twists and strokes the remaining few inches that isn’t violated by your tongue and mouth, following your mouth like a reel as your intent to make him cum is fervent more than ever.

it hurts. your mouth hurts by how large your client is and tears brim in your eyes as you hold yourself back from gagging. but you don’t stop yourself because you’ll know it’ll be worth it. your endeavor to please him to the fullest has you drowning out his groans into white noise and you can barely register the fact that you’ve been on paused for a while now. you find yourself in a closer position than before, where your mouth is open, lips fully pressed around the carved hole as the superhero fucks into your mouth, fucks into your gags like you’re his personal flesh light. you didn’t care how dirty you looked, how you had saliva and spittle dripping out from the corners of your mouth and onto the floor. who would see? and you didn’t care that you were too preoccupied to touch your dick right now, because you know you’ll be thinking about this very moment for the rest of your life. and right now, you didn’t know if you wanted to be covered in his cum or to have your mouth be filled with it.

remaining in this position, you glance your teary eyes up at his grip over the barrier again. the strength in his grasp forms small cracks in the material of the barrier and that was the sign you knew you fulfilled your sense of purpose.

“christ, i’m going to come-“ your eyes shut again and you breathe through your noise, bracing for impact. he pushes his cock down your throat and hits that sore spot one last time before unloading his cum into your mouth with a stifled groan. warm, hot seed quickly fills you up and you pull your head back an inch to fully enclose your lips around his cock, ensuring none escape your lips.

in a heartbeat, you swallowed it all. his warm cum coats the back of your throat like medicine and you moan around his cock at the taste, intoxicated. you made sure to lick every inch of his cock clean, calmly slurping any saliva and cum that threatens to leave your mouth as you pull back up with a soft pop, swallowing the remaining remnants of his stress away.

“t-thank you. i needed that…” he pulls his softening cock out, careful in avoiding the hole as he was still sensitive. “did you need a tissue or anything? i think i have one somewhere…” you can hear him rummage through what you can only assume would be his bag and you find it charming, a quiet laugh leaving your swollen lips as you lean back onto your elbows to take a breather and stretch your legs out.

“no, no. i’m okay. i, uh, don’t think i wasted a drop.” you proudly brag, only for him to respond with a shy chuckle. you watch him tidy himself through the hole from a leaned back view, occasionally tilting your head in various angles to see if you could catch a glimpse on who the mysterious superhero is, but the barrier remains an obstruction to your view.

“well then, i… uh… thank you for your service.” he covers up the silence with another laugh and you join in, re-adjusting his pants and belt before turning his back towards you and heading out the booth. “i’ll try not to be late next time.”

© nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[devildomwriter]

Ten Manga I Think They’d Enjoy #2

Lucifer

He likes manga that reads like classic literature, dark stories, mysteries, psychological stories, and occasionally something sweet or cute

Children of the Whales, Mujirushi, PTSD Radio, Requiem of the Rose King, Shadows House, The Summer Hikaru Died, Togue Oni: Primal Gods in Ancient Times, Gachiakuta, Your Lie in April, Drops of God

Mammon

He likes stories involving his personal hobbies like working on cars, gambling, etc. he also enjoys funny stories and secretly cute romances or relatable romances

Play it Cool Guys, Bleach, Chibi Vampire, Daily Lives of High School Boys, Fire Force, I Belong to the Baddest Girl at School, I’m a Wolf But My Boss is a Sheep, My Monster Secret, Skip and Loafer, The Muscle Girl Next Door

Leviathan

Leviathan loves everything but he’s especially a fan of gaming manga, magical girls, monster girls, isekai, and the classics

A Centaur’s Life, Jobless Reincarnation, Yashahime Princess Half-Demon, If Witch Then Which, Banished From the Hero’s Party I Decided to Live a Quiet Life in the Country Side, My Clueless First Friend, Far-away Paladin, Geek Ex-Hitman, If the RPG World Had Social Media, Komi Can’t Communicate

Satan

Satan loves manga that reads like classical literature but he also loves stories about cats, dark mysteries, psychological stories and ones with characters he finds relatable

Case Study of Vanitas, Cat + Gamer, XXXHolic, Haunted Bookstore, Skull-Face Bookseller Honda-San, Vampire Library, Heavenly Delusion, I’m the Catlord’s Manservant, Infernal Devices, Library Wars

Asmodeus

Asmodeus mostly enjoys romance whether it’s cute and fluffy or extremely erotic

Nana to Kaoru, We Can’t Do Just Plain Love, We Started a Threesome, I Want You to Make Me Beautiful, In to the Tentacle Cave, Who Wants to Marry a Billionaire, Training Mr Sakurada, My Androgynous Boyfriend, Birds of Shangri-La, Interspecies Reviewers

Beelzebub

Beelzebub is a big fan of manga involving food but he also enjoys a good action adventure and sports manga

Crazy Food Truck, My Deer Friend Nokotan, One Punch Man, Restaurant to Another World, Let’s Eat Together Aki and Haru, How to Grill Our Love, Giant Spider and Me, Hajime no Ippo, How Heavy Are the Dumbbells You Lift?, Plus Sized Elf

Belphegor

Belphegor likes stories with relatable characters which can be hard to find but he also loves adventures, horror, and Slice of life; he’s a little all over the place

Servamp, Soara and the House of Monsters, Jujutsu Kaisen, Rurouni Kenshin, You Have No Human Rights, Uzumaki, SINoALICE, Gannibal, The Tree of Death, Dorohedoro

Solomon

Solomon loves compelling narratives, dark psychological stories, stories that take a deeper look a humanity and immortality, and one’s that involves demons/angels/sorcerers. He does also love cat books like Satan

Ancient Magus Bride, Blood on the Tracks, Bloody Mary, Of the Red Light and the Ayakashi, Demon Diary, Dr. Stone, Emanon, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Magus of the Library, Mob Psycho 100

Thirteen

Thirteen is a little all over the place, she likes to see what’s popular but she also enjoys slashers, one’s that take a closer look at death and spirits, and dark romance

Duke of Death and His Maid, Executioner and Her Way of Life, Ghost Reaper Girl, No Longer Allowed in Another World, Versailles of the Dead, Your Turn to Die, Chainsaw Man, Your Letter, Solanin, Corpse Party

Simeon

Simeon enjoys reading manga that have some religious aspects, he likes ones about authors since they are relatable, and he enjoys some random ones here and there that are cute or funny. He’s also a sucker for a pure romance

Ceres Celestial Legend, Handa-Kun, A Witch’s Printing Office, Lord Hades Ruthless Marriage, Takopi’s Original Sin, Ride Your Wave, Haru’s Curse, Blank Canvas: My So-Called Artists Journey, Our Dreams at Dusk, Blue Flag

Raphael

Raphael canonically likes coming of age sports dramas. I believe he’s also he amused by one’s involving ant Christian aspects about angels and demons, heaven and hell. He also enjoys one’s that include his hobbies like security, military, and anything to do with fashion

Cheeky Brat, Waiting for Spring, Blue Box, Kuroko’s Basketball, Yowamushi Pedal, Ran and the Gray World, Mame Coordinate, Cinderella Closet, Kamikaze Girls, Anri a Shoemaker

Luke

Luke loves to try everything but his books are monitored to make sure he doesn’t stumble upon anything inappropriate for his age ana angel status. He loves ones about food, animals, adventure, and a good slice of life or 4-panel.

Cat Massage Therapy, Yu-Gi-Oh, Pokémon Adventures, Animal Crossing, My Little Pony: The Manga, Story of Seven Lives, Star Wars: Rebels, Dragon Ball, Disney Twisted Wonderland, Cardcaptor Sakura

Michael

Michael enjoys funny books, one’s that take a closer look at humanity and war, classical adaptations, and one’s involving angels and demons.

Record of Ragnarok, I Had That Same Dream Again, Skip Beat, Angel Sanctuary, Homunculus, The Ephemeral Scenes of Setsuna’s Journey, Alpi the Soul Sender, X, Ballad x Opera, Legend of the Nymph

Mephistopheles

Mephistopheles likes books that involve history, nobility, prestigious jobs, mystery, and equestrian sports. He also enjoys one’s about demons and servants.

Chronicles of an Aristocrat Reborn in Another World, Great Jahy Will Not be Defeated, Villains Are Destined to Die, Vinland Saga, Cantarella, Kingdom, Blade of the Immortal, Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective, How a Realist Hero Rebuilt the Kingdom, Ajin

Barbatos

Barbatos prefers books that are dark and disturbing as well as insightful books on time, immortality, grief, morality vs law, etc.

Coffee Moon, Drifting Classroom, His Majesty the Demon King’s Housekeeper, The Maid I Hired Recently is Mysterious, Horizon, The Lady and Her Butler, I Sold My Life For Ten Thousand Yen Per Year, Homunculus, Parasyte, Yokai Rental Shop

Diavolo

Diavolo absolutely loves cute family manga, funny manga, one’s that involve demons and angels, cute romances, and exciting action and adventure. He isn’t picky and will read anything if it’s been recommended to him.

Correspondence From the End of the Universe, Soul Eater, Given, In the Clear Moonlit Dusk, Juana and the Dragonewt’s Seven Kingdoms, Terrified Teacher at Ghoul School, Thigh High, Delinquent Daddy and Tender Teacher, Hate Me But Let Me Stay, Hinamatsuri

[toonietoon36]

Decided to start writing random shit for my webfishing character

- their name is guppy, they picked the name themselves, their last name is minnow, also picked by them.

- they go by they/she/gup/em but go by they/gup the most

- autism 🗣🗣🗣🗣

- they dont wear pants

- guppy is 3ft tall, just two sauce packets

- despite their size they're an adult

- guppys favorite alcoholic drink is beer

- gup also smokes weed sometimes

- their best friend is an alien cat named lollipop ( @sweettoothstomp )

- despite lollipop being her best friend they're also bitter rivals, mostly because guppy says the most vulgar shit sometimes and lollipop somehow makes their voice stack and echo. Both annoy the shit out of each other but yet still fish together

- guppy is never seen fishing without their lucky case of beer, if you see it sitting somewhere you know thats where guppy is currently located. All the bottles are full and very passed their expiration

- if guppy could drive they would have a beat up pick up truck. They would sleep in the bed of the truck unless it was raining

- guppy doesn't talk to her parents much because she's too busy fishing

- guppy isnt sure what gup identifies with fully right now

- guppy smells like river water and sweat.

- guppy is 20

- we dont know what breed of dog guppy is

- guppys favorite food is probably subway seafood sensation sandwiches

- guppys favorite fish is the alligator gar

@wulfums tagging you in any oc lore in case you're interested in my silly lil rambles that aren't smiling friends or bugsnax

[dominimoonbeam]

Practice Makes Perfect - 7

the college au. from the start on ao3.

haha this fic started off as pure smut but has turned into complicated as hell relationships and emotions...

David/Asher, Milo/Sweetheart, Gavin/Huxley

Practice Makes Perfect - 7

Somewhere between the locker room confession and getting out of the showers, most of the team had decided they all needed breakfast.

Asher tried not to sneak glances at David… or outright stare at him. He’d said he liked him. In front of everyone. And as much as Asher’s mind tried to convince him he meant it as friends or was trying to patch up the awkward situation between them… he knew that wasn’t what David had meant.

Asher was pulling his hoodie from his locker, the team already talking food and carpooling to the diner. David came up beside him, their lockers side by side like always. He palmed the back of Asher’s head, ruffling his wet hair before sliding his hand down to give the back of his neck a subtle squeeze that sent chills through Asher’s whole body. “Ride with me?” he asked.

Asher almost bit his damn lip, nodding. He liked the public affection, subtle but somehow screaming loud. They’d always been touchy, but this was different.

They needed to talk but right now, this was nice. This was fucking perfect. Maybe Asher didn’t want to talk. Maybe talking would ruin it. Asher tended to ruin shit by talking…

They all made their way out of the locker rooms, into the morning air, spilling toward the parking lot.

He stopped, forgetting all his own shit when he spotted Huxley and, of all people, Gavin talking just up the path. Hux had taken off quickly. He did that sometime and Asher still hadn’t figured out if he should stop him or not. Maybe he needed to get away from the crowd? Maybe he didn’t want to hang out? As much as Asher would respect that, he just wasn’t sure that was it.

There was something awkward about Gavin and Huxley’s conversation. Hux was twisting the strap of his back and edging a step back, to the side, like he didn’t know how to get around the man in front of him… who was half his fucking size.

“Huxley!” Asher shouted, smiling and peeling away from the group. “There you are! Fuck, you left in a hurry.” He stopped like he was surprised to see Gavin. “Hey, Gav. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up this early…”

Whatever strange nervous look had been on Gavin’s face was gone, replaced by the smooth flirt Asher had known for years. “Oh, I think you have…”

Asher grinned and leaned up to throw an arm over Huxley’s shoulders. “We’re going to get breakfast. You coming with, Hux? I’m trying to get a pancake eating contest going.” He nudged his chin at Gavin. “You want to come too, Gav?” He was already turning Huxley toward the parking lot and the team.

He was more than a little surprised by how Gavin hesitated. He even asked Huxley if it was okay. What the fuck was going on between them? And when did that even happen?

Milo spotted Gavin and the team was soon cat calling and begging the notorious art major to join them, some offering to win the pancake eating contest in his honor and others trying to talk him into joining. Gav flourished under the attention, even pretending he couldn’t figure out Milo’s helmet, getting him to put it on for him.

Asher still had an arm over Huxley’s shoulders, but didn’t catch any signs of jealousy. In fact, it was Gav sneaking peeks at Hux, not the other way around. What the hell was between them? “If you really don’t want to hang out, we can drop you at the dorm, but you should come! This place has the best pancakes.”

Huxley nodded. “Sure. Yeah, I mean if you guys don’t mind,” he said.

Asher grinned, steering him straight for David’s truck.

Darlin was pitching a mock fit about Gavin stealing their ride on Milo’s bike and asking why he never buckled their helmet on for them.

“If you don’t move your ass, you’ll be walking!” David warned, hitting the button to unlock the truck just before he reached the driver’s door.

Darlin whined but sulked to the back seat.

They all climbed in, Hux in the back and Asher sitting shotgun.

David waited pointedly until the last of them, Darlin, buckled up, and then pulled out of the lot.

Milo zipped around the truck, earning a hard scowl from David for dangerous behavior that Asher just knew would come up later and already laughed about.

“So,” Darlin spoke first. “What’s up with you and Gav?”

Asher twisted around to look at them, torn between scolding Darlin and really just fucking wanted to hear the answer.

Huxley shrugged. “Nothing. Why?”

Darlin laughed. “Nothing? Are you serious? Because it looked a lot like he’d been waiting for you to get out of practice to talk to you.”

Huxley’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? No, he wasn’t.”

David tipped his head, focus still on the road, but Asher saw it. David definitely thought Gavin had been waiting too.

“When did you two meet?” Asher asked, making it sound casual rather than the fucking interrogation Darlin was launching. They had the subtleness of an avalanche. “Do you have a class together?”

Huxley shook his head. “We talked at that party last night.” Another shrug.

Darlin waited for more.

David repositioned his hand on the steering wheel. He knew something…

“Well, you must have made an impression,” Asher said.

“He wasn’t waiting for me,” Huxley said again.

“You just talked?” Darlin asked, still hung up on that detail.

Asher laughed.

David nudged his shoulder. “Sit forward,” he complained in a low mumble.

Asher was still laughing when he dropped back onto his ass in his seat, facing forward again. David had a thing about car safety and though Asher was inclined to laugh in the face of safety rules most of the time, this was not one of those times.

“Are you not into…art students?” Darlin continued to puzzle out the situation, grinning around their words.

Huxley blushed, Asher saw it in the rearview mirror. “It’s not that. It’s not… anything. I just… He wasn’t waiting for me,” he said, always in that chill, deep voice, making Asher think he might actually believe it.

Darlin sputtered, ready to argue.

“I’m starving!” Asher whined.

David scoffed. “That’s not new.”

“Your hook up last night didn’t give you breakfast?” Darlin asked, attention shifted, they grinned at him in the mirror.

Asher smirked back through the glass.

“So, who was it?” Darlin leaned forward, against the back of David’s seat to look at Asher, waiting for the story, daring him to tell it. Darlin had a real shit starter streak.

Asher shrugged, ready to take that attention to give Hux a little respite.

“Oh, come on! You can’t all be this tight-lipped.” Darlin froze, a little smirk pulling at the corner of their mouth as they tried to come up with a joke. It was there in “tight-lipped” waiting to be found.

They pulled into the diner parking lot and before the truck was off, Darlin’s door was open. The team was gathering on the sidewalk, Miguel trying to negotiate waffles instead of pancakes for the challenge.

Darlin practically dragged Huxley out of the truck with them.

Asher waited, expecting David to be grumpy now or ask him about the guy last night. Nothing had happened, but it wasn’t like he knew that.

David turned off the truck and looked at him, eyebrow raised in a silent question of why they were still in the car.

“You’re not going to ask?”

David unbuckled. “Ask what?”

Asher smiled, the moment alone growing until he realized it was the first time they’d been alone since last night…since everything went to shit. “So, we’re… okay?”

David looked at him, surprise flaring behind his eyes. “Ash…” He reached out and touched the side of his neck, thumb stroking under his jaw. “I meant what I said. I like you. You’re my best friend and…more.”

Asher bit the inside of his lip to try to stop the creeping smile and the urge to ask dumb questions. Questions like, “are we dating?” which might land him right back where they were last night—in a state of awkward nothing.

David frowned at him. “You’re quiet.”

Asher blinked, realizing David still had his hand on the side of his neck, even with the team right there on the sidewalk roughhousing and laughing with each other. He was suddenly afraid to say anything because it was definitely going to be the wrong thing.

David’s frown smoothed out, serious but no longer scowling. He dropped his hand, like he just realized it was there. “If you’re uncomfortable with PDA—” he started.

Asher laughed, surprising them both. “Sorry. No. What?”

David went back to frowning but it looked like his usual grumpy face, not the real one. “You’re acting weird, Ash. If this was too much or—”

“It’s not too much!” he burst and then felt the heat rush to his face. Fuck. He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “It’s perfect. It’s great. It’s… I don’t know. I don’t want to say the wrong thing again or assume too much.”

David stared at him, shaking his head a little. “You never said the wrong thing. I was just surprised. I hadn’t really… thought about changing things between us. Which is stupid because we’ve been messing around and that’s sort of changed things already, only… it didn’t really. It’s always been you and me.”

Asher nodded, his heart pounding in his ears.

David raised an eyebrow. “You’re… Ash, you’re still not talking.”

“Are we dating?” Fuck! The words jumped out of his mouth.

David grinned like he’d won something and nodded. “Obviously.”

Obviously? Asher leaned across and kissed him like he’d wanted to since last night, definitely since he’d been thinking of kissing him since he touched his wrist and said he liked him in the locker room. David groaned when Asher tongued him before breaking the kiss and sitting back—keeping it short and sweet because they were, in fact, still sort of visible to anyone trying to peek.

“So… If I pretend I have to go to the bathroom, will you follow me—”

“No! Gross. A public bathroom? Fuck off.”

Asher laughed and opened his door, hopping out of the truck. “I can pretend to drop a fork under the table and—”

“Shut the fuck up!” David grumbled.

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Milo and Gavin had been the first to reach the diner, because this wasn’t the first time he had Gavin on his bike and he knew the other guy wasn’t afraid of speed.

Gavin hugged him from behind. Milo remembered the first time he’d given him a ride more than a year ago. Gavin had grinned like a wolf at the bike and Milo offered him the helmet and a ride. He perched on the back with his hands behind his hips and his teeth nipping his lip, unsure but excited. Milo had gotten on and started the engine.

“Don’t fall off,” Milo had told him then.

“I’ve never fallen off,” Gavin replied instantly with that sharp note of innuendo. They’d met at parties but that had been the first time it was ever just the two of them. Gavin’s chest touched his back and then pulled away, trying to figure out how to keep his seat on the bike without wrapping around him maybe? “Um…”

Milo had never heard Gavin hesitate. He waited, ready to turn the bike off if he’d changed his mind.

“How handsy am I allowed to get with you here?” Gavin asked, playing it off with charm but a note of real uncertainty there.

Later, thinking back, Milo knew that was the moment they became friends. He looked back at him and smiled. “As long as we don’t crash and you stay in your seat…”

Gavin beamed, slid that inch forward to press against his back and curled arms around his middle.

Milo parked right in front of the diner. Gavin unraveled arms from his chest, dropping one to give Milo’s thigh a flirty squeeze before sliding off the bike. “I really love that thing,” Gavin admitted, looking at the bike while unclipping his helmet.

Milo killed the engine and got off, taking the helmet from him. “Should I be jealous?”

Gavin sputtered. “Definitely.”

Milo held the door for him, the diner mostly empty as a trail of vehicles rolled into the parking lot behind them. He smiled at the waitress and told her how many they were going to be and that they could take a few tables and booths together since there wasn’t going to be a table that big.

Gavin followed him to the table rather than ducking back out to the sidewalk and the gathering team. He and Gav got along great, but it wasn’t like him to pass up a chance at playing around with that many rowdy jocks.

“So, what were you doing up this early?” Milo asked, sitting next to him on the same side of the booth.

“Hm? Who says I went to sleep?” Gavin countered, sliding in across from him. He looked out the windows, smiling at Darlin’s antics before his expression wavered, serious and uncertain, eyes following Huxley.

Milo blinked. Had he been waiting to talk to Hux? Huxley was nice. Like, really damn nice. He couldn’t imagine there being bad blood between the two. What could Hux possibly have done to upset Gavin?

The doors chimed when the group started pouring in, the tables and booths around them filling up. David slid into the booth across from them, settling into the corner with Ash right next to him. Menus were being passed around, laughter filling the room. David stretch an arm along the back of the seat, behind Asher. It wasn’t really anything he hadn’t done before, but Milo bit back a smile. Those two idiots had been stumbling around each other for years. He was happy to see them finally sorting it out.

Huxley seemed to be one of the last ones standing, looking for a seat.

Milo would normally point out the ones at their table and encourage him to take them, but suddenly he wasn’t sure. What if something had happened between him and Gavin?

“Huxley,” David said, holding out a menu.

Asher scooted in, giving him plenty of room on his other side.

Gavin sat up a little straighter, suddenly interested in his own menu.

Milo had seen Gavin mad at plenty of people and this definitely wasn’t that. He looked across the table to catch Asher’s gaze, something exciting glinting there like he too had noticed something. Milo shrugged.

Darlin practically threw themself into their booth, pushing Gavin into his side. “I’m starving!”

“I fed you before practice,” David reminded, monotone and disinterested.

Milo’s phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out, checking the message.

-It’s not a date. You better show up with ideas for the final or I’m dropping you.

He smiled out of control. They’d texted him first.

-I’ll bring a notebook and an extra pencil.

Dots.

His heart pounded. Had they been up for a while thinking about this or was it their first thought? It was definitely a date.

-I’m not joking.

He texted back. No hesitation.

-Me neither. I’m never going to give you a reason to drop me.

Gavin whistled, low and right next to him.

Milo’s head snapped to the side to see the other man looking at his phone. He didn’t say anything—didn’t point out what he was texting about or to who in front of everyone, he just smiled and nodded and then perked up to order when the waitress came over.

-

Gavin wasn’t sure what he was doing.

He was at a table of jocks, crashing a team outing, and none of that was really out of place. But he wasn’t flirting, not really—not like he might usually. This was… different. Why? Just because Huxley had rejected him? Or because he didn’t understand why?

It didn’t really feel like he’d been rejected so much as it felt like Huxley just didn’t believe him?

Gavin had never been unsure about how anyone felt about him before. He was pretty direct and people tended to either hate him or want to sleep with him. Huxley didn’t hate him… But he wasn’t looking at him or bumping his knee under the table or anything.

“Gavin,” David said after they handed away their menus. “What are you doing for your final? You do an exhibit, right?”

Gavin looked at him, feeling casual attention turn his way as people waited for a reply. He was used to attention and almost grinned and said something about how he regularly does exhibitions and inviting David to come... But those dark eyes were staring back at him, waiting, and seeming to try to convey something in that signature silence and patience.

“Um… Yeah. I’m kind of on the fence between using stuff I’ve got or doing a new series. I’ve got time but…” He shrugged, surprised how self-conscious he felt. Why would anyone care about this but him?

“But what?” Huxley asked, hanging in the answer.

Gavin found him looking back at him, those eyes so open. “I guess it’s an issue of inspiration? And, you know, I know the professors have liked some of the pieces from my last series, I should probably just go with those.”

Huxley nodded. “Yeah. I mean, you could have that to use if you want to, but still try something new in the meantime? Or… is that not how it works? What kind of art do you do?”

The waitress brought coffees and teas. Gavin found himself talking about art and blushing a little when Asher and Milo pulled out their phones to show Huxley pictures they had from his last exhibit. He hadn’t realized they’d taken pictures, let alone remembered them. And Huxley seemed honestly interested, saying he didn’t know anything about art but really liking the pieces with hints of nature in them. Gavin suddenly wanted to paint more flowers…

[kragehund-est]

texas has a shitload of stereotypes and cultural things everyone knows, but these are what stuck with me most in west texas:

why are there so many dead cats on the side of the road

texan courtesies align exactly with new england disrespect

there are a lot of cool underrated birds there

i went on a 2 hour car trip and i saw over 100 dead deer on the side of the road too

texans get legitimately insecure about truck size lol

holy fuck these people are sexist, less racist then the stereotypes though

why is it 120 fucking degrees outside (i had to go to the hospital for this)

there's nothing to fucking do there

its so flat it could drive me insane

the food isn't bad but it's too greasy and too much

[itsthesinbin]

Sins in Stardust [Chapter 4: DamsBill in Distress] (Bill Cipher/Reader)

This wasn't originally chapter 4, but I felt I needed a buffer between the last chapter and a plot chapter. So sorry in advance if there's a little disconnect between 4 and 5. I tried to edit 5 to feel more cohesive tho! Feedback always appreciated <3

If you like it, reblog it!

Read on AO3 here!

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You woke up the next day feeling like you were hit by a truck. A three hour hike plus having to walk through town wore you both the fuck out. You two decided to argue about bed arrangements later and just passed out last night. You didn’t consider the idea that Bill would be attached to your head like a clingy cat. Him snoring directly in your ear didn’t help much. He’d be kinda cute if he wasn’t a little asshole.

You grabbed your phone, blearily checking the time. It was half past 2. You figured you’d sleep in late, but damn. You also had a few notifications- texts and missed calls. You knew who they were from. You should ignore them- delete them- but curiosity got the better of you. You opened the text from the supposedly unknown number. You knew what the texts would be before you even opened it.

I miss you, please call me.

I didn’t mean what I said.

You know how I get on a bad day.

You shouldn’t have kept pushing me.

If you come back, we can go to therapy like you wanted.

You’re heartless for just leaving me like that.

“Wow, they sound like a fun time.” You nearly jumped out of your skin when Bill spoke. You immediately closed your phone. Bill sat up, stretching. You got up as well to get ready for the day. Bill was lounging as he watched you search for clothes and toiletries.

“So, clingy ex huh? Been there, done that- relationships are annoying and time consuming! And light consuming- don’t date a howling void if you know what’s good for ya.” You paused before sighing. He already saw the texts. You knew he wasn’t stupid. You already felt like going back to sleep. You grabbed some of your camping food out of your bags, tossing some to Bill.

“Yeah, clingy’s a word to use. I wasn’t happy, so I left. The guy was a piece of shit.” That’s all you wanted to say on the matter for now. Bill watched as you headed for the bathroom to change.

“He the type to come after you? Should we expect some unwanted company?” You… didn’t think about that. Bill could tell you didn’t think about that, either, from the way your body sagged. You thought you were so clever and independent. Bill looked off to the side for a second, before back at you. He waved his hand.

“Eh, coward like that is probably just pissing his pants at home! Forget about him, kid.” You huffed out a small laugh. You gathered your clothes and bathroom items and headed to change, giving him a quiet thanks. He just gave a thumbs up in response, opening up the bag of jerky he had. You left him channel surfing to go change.

You were barely able to get dressed before you heard glass breaking and him speaking. Then yelling at someone to get out. You got the door open when you began to hear fighting. A bunch of… small men… had broken the window. Some tore into the food, while others surrounded Bill. They were grabbing at him, angrily kicking and biting. One of them spotted you.

“WE’RE SPOTTED! GET HIM AND GET OUT!” “LET GO OF ME YOU LITTLE FREAKS-!” The men- you were pretty sure they were honest-to-god gnomes- began to jump out the window. Bill, unfortunately, was taken with them. You couldn’t help but just stare in pure shock and horror for a minute. Then it hit that Bill was actually getting kidnapped by a bunch of gnomes.

You dropped what you had in your hands, running to your bag. You grabbed your bear spray and a collapsible trekking stick. Once it’s connected, it’s a pretty formidable weapon. You’ve had to use it on raccoons before. These guys were about the same size, should be the same outcome.

You jumped out the window, thankful to be on the first floor. You were sluggish from yesterday, but knew you couldn’t just let this slip. No matter how stupid it seemed to be. You could hear Bill struggling and saw the last gnome duck into the treeline. You bounced from foot to foot, hyping yourself up, before breaking into a sprint.

You didn’t see them immediately, but could hear Bill threatening to make their beards grow out of their breathing orifices. That made following them a bit easier, at least. You couldn’t believe you had to even THINK about following something to beat the shit out of them.

You screamed as you slid down a ledge that was hidden by bushes. You shielded your face from low hanging branches and vines that had appeared. You hit a root, falling forward and rolling down the rest of the way. With a cough and a wheeze of pain, you used the walking stick to haul yourself up. If you weren’t sore before, you sure fucking were now. Bill better not say SHIT the rest of the day.

A couple gnomes were out in the open when you shoved through some foliage. You stared each other down, them in shock and you in rage. You threw the stick up a little, grabbing the handle more akin to a sword or a bat. The gnomes hissed at you, running at you on all fours. It made you realize how stupid this was.

As soon as they got close, you whipped out the bear spray. They screamed in pain, grabbing their eyes and rolling around to try and get the burn to stop. You sighed, sneering slightly as you stepped over them. You weren’t in the mood.

You hurried to where Bill’s voice was, for once thankful that he never shuts up. You peeked over a bush when you got close. Your eyes widened at the sight before you: Bill was fucking crucified. He was tied to a crude cross, the gnomes dropping wood at the bottom of it. Bill was still angry, but you could see the panic in his eyes and the way he struggled. Someone was getting a fire started nearby. They were going to burn him alive. Good fucking lord.

The gnomes were cheering so hard that they didn’t notice you emerge. Bill did, though, as he was high enough above the crowd to see past them. From the jeers, it seemed they recognized Bill to some extent. Shouts of payback and revenge. You didn’t know what, if anything, he did but fuck if you were just gonna stand by and let him get burned in front of you.

You hooked the bear spray back onto your belt, gripping the walking stick in both hands. With a cry, you took a hard swing. You knocked gnomes to the side like a bunch of golf balls. The others screamed and scattered. You kicked one that tried to run at you, sending him flying.

“YEAH! Send those little pests FLYING, kid!” Bill cheered you on, still trying to get loose. You ran over to him fast while the gnomes were still panicked. You grabbed your pocket knife, slicing the ropes loose. Bill didn’t hesitate, this time, to climb onto your shoulders. You already proved you were faster than him, and you were the one with the weapons this time. He tried to get your knife, but you put it away before he could grab it.

“Only use this if they get close behind us- do NOT spray it in front of us while I’m running or we’ll both go down,” you barked, handing him the bear spray. Probably a terrible idea, but you wouldn’t deny that having an extra eye and set of hands was a good thing. His eyelid curved excitedly.

“I like this side of you, Stardust! You can count on me,” he said, blinking in a way that would probably be a wink if he had more than one eye. You didn’t know if you really could count on him, but you had to count on the fact he probably didn’t want to go blind for a while. Bill, now that he wasn’t tied up and helpless, was having a blast.

“CHARGE! TAKE THEIR HEADS OFF!” His yell was a bit manic, but with how pissed and tired you were? You were kind of matching his freak. The gnomes finally settled, now coming back at you with murder in their eyes. You and Bill let out rabid war cries as you ran forward.

You swung through the gnomes like you were whacking a machete through the jungle brush. Tiny bodies flew this way and that. Some smacked into trees and bounced off large mushrooms. You felt a couple climb up your legs, slowing you down.

“Bill- legs!” “I HOPE YOUR EYES SHRIVEL UP,” he yelled, spraying down at your legs. The gnomes around your feet hissed and screeched in pain, letting you go to run away. You cracked one over the head, knocking it out instantly. Its blood had glitter in it. You hated it here.

It didn’t take long to get to the hill you slid down. You’d be significantly slower heading back up, but hopefully Bill could hold them off with the bear spray if it got too bad. A quick glance back showed that the gnomes had… banded together, and formed a larger being. You and Bill stared, dumbfounded.

“THIS IS BULLSHIT,” you both screamed as you flew up the hill. You felt Bill cling onto your shoulders and shirt. There was no way you could get rid of this thing. You heard Bill try the bear spray in a last ditch effort. You only had one idea.

“Stab the can and throw it at them,” you yelled, fishing the knife out of your pocket. Bill laughed maniacally at the idea, all but yanking the knife from your grip. Giving him a knife was a terrible plan. But you were out of options.

You heard the hiss of the can being punctured, then Bill screaming in pain. You wanted to throw him at the gnomes. You did hear him chuck it, though. You managed to get to the top of the slope, skidding to a stop as Bill yelled about his eye.

The foot of the mega-gnome stepped on the can, instantly making the gnomes in the foot disperse from the pain. Without the foot, the creatures began to tumble and fall into the cloud of bear spray. You panted, turning tail and running back for the hotel before they came to their senses.

“My EYE- I don’t even know if I can regenerate it! Why’d you tell me to do that, you stupid-!” “SHUT UP they’re GONE,” you snapped. If he could open his eye, you figured he’d be glaring at you. You didn’t dare slow down until you got back to the hotel.

You climbed in through the window, hurrying to the bathroom. You picked Bill up off of your shoulders, setting him in the tub. You grabbed one of those complimentary plastic cups and turned the faucet on.

“Bill, listen- lean over so I can wash your eye out. Blink as much as you can when the water hits.” You grabbed his shoulder and had him bend. Slowly, you poured water over his freak ass eye. He tried to rub his eye again, but you pushed his hands away from his face. You didn’t need him rubbing more debris or spray in.

“... I had to do this with my ex, too.” You knew it’d be at least half an hour to get it all out, so you figured you could try to distract him. “It wasn’t bear spray, but I had gotten pepper spray. Our ac was out and it got too hot. It exploded on him.”

“He sounds like a fucking idiot,” Bill huffed, some humor to his strained voice. You snorted a little. You smiled slightly. Sadly.

“He was pissed. Called me every name under the sun for even owning it, then for letting it explode…” You sighed to yourself. Bill looked up at you through tears and water, blinking rapidly as you poured more over his face. You looked away to refill the cup.

“You’re taking it a lot better than he was, I’ll tell you that much.” Bill squeezed his eye shut as more water came through. He grunted, both in pain and triumph.

“Of course I am! I’m WAY better than a stupid pile of nerve endings who pisses and screams about some capsaicin!” You won’t bring up the fact he also screamed over the bear spray. You couldn’t help but laugh. He finally was able to sit up and keep his eye open for more than a few seconds. He watched you, eye squinted and bloodshot.

“Yeah, you’re pretty alright, Bill. Good job back there.” He grumbled, letting you help him get out of the tub and wash his hands to be sure he was clean of bear spray. You gave him a wet rag to dab at his eye. When you brought him out, you saw the broken window and glass on the floor. With a heavy sigh, you handed him his “disguise”.

“Get dressed, we’re gonna have to change rooms. Maybe we can get one on the other side of the building.” Bill whined, annoyed and hurting, but was eager to get away from the room the gnomes busted into. You rubbed your temples as you left. You were so over this town.

[cvlutos]

TWISTED WONDERLAND: ZOMBIE AU

Overview:

Origins: The Isle of Woe, Research Facility S.T.Y.X. - Project: Ignihyde

Disease X-2579, or Gene X. Feasts on those with weak magic and immune systems, sucking them dry and using their corpse as a vessel. Not natural born disease, man-made. By Dr. Shroud and his team of researchers so obsessed with the dead.

After the outbreak, Dr. Shroud went completely missing, and no one can find where he is, much less end the rising of those with Gene X Parasite, also known as Zombies or Shades, which S.T.Y.X referred to them as.

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You consider yourself put together, even after the world went to hell. You lived alone, secluded, far, far away from anyone and everyone. With no one but you and your beloved cat friend that you saved a year ago. You live in a small house, with a garden and a well-made fence, and an old pickup truck that amazingly still worked.

You haven’t had interaction with another human in months, and you would like to keep it that way. Yet fate has other plans.

The SavannaClaw Raiders, a group of mercenaries that are constantly on the move and hunt for anything and everything, to raid and pillage. A pack of wild animals that you had the very unfortunate fate of running into. Jack Howl, a lone wolf that stumbled across your home, and in exchange for food and water, the mercenaries would never know about you. So you agreed, yet it wasn’t mercenaries you had to worry about. Jack had unknowingly led a group of shades to your home. Forcing you on the run, with very little to survive.

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Information:

Gene X ~ A parasite that finds its victims with low levels of magic and feasts on their magic power, before eating at their flesh from the inside out, before using them as a puppet to find more victims. They’re asexual reproductive parasites and can grow in the 10000s in one singular body. The higher one’s magic power and skill, the harder it is for the parasite to take over.

Zombies or Shades ~ The undead, it feasts on human flesh as a way of transferring the parasite. They have a hive-like mind, and unlike that singular, once-in-a-group, Gene X parasites grow in intelligence.

NRC ~ Night Raven City, a slum city on a remote island, once a school, but now a place of dangerous activities. Sickness and Gene X outbreaks are common, with a strong anti-shade force, known as the Octavinelle.

RSA ~ Royal Sword Association, a group of high-standing officials, in charge of finding a cure and attempting to restore what once was. They have had little to no success.

NBC ~ Noble Bell City, a highly gated city, that’s extremely protected and one of the safest places within the world, yet few can get in, and most die on the journey there.

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Heartslabyul:

~ Territory: Queendom of Roses

Heavily militaristic location. One built on heavy order and control. As well as being extremely isolated, they rarely leave their large island, and have a total of one ever major outbreak, but as has been completely dealt with and have not had one since.

SavannaClaw:

~ Territory: Sunset Savanna

Mercenaries. Due to the large size of the Sunset Savanna, it was by far too late to create proper order and the outbreak went quickly, taking several lives and creating large pockets.

Octavinelle:

~ Territory: NRC

Anti-Shade force located within NRC. They’re a shady business and often create chaos, to simply control the chaos. It’s unsafe within their care. Some say they do experiments on the innocent to find a cure.

Scarabia:

~ Territory: Scalding Sands

Hot deserts. Which is heavily overrun, due to its remote location, many people fled and run there for safety. It’s unsafe, yet an extremely kind place.

Pomefiore:

~ Territory: Shaftlands

A large town, surrounded by gigantic stone walls, it is almost beautiful in a scary way. There is no room for error and those who mess up will be immediately killed. Rumors say that the leader of Pomefiore has a Gene X parasite. Nothing is confirmed.

Ignhyde:

~ Territory: Isle of Woe

Some say that you’ll see glimpses of them and that they aren’t truly dead. Many believed that Dr. Shroud is simply running a horrible experiment and truly has a cure. Does he?

Diasomnia:

~ Territory: Briar Valley

Secluded and Dark. Nothing is known about Briar Valley or Diasomnia.

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The engine roars loudly, and you hate it. Despise the loudness that drew your attention within the dead of night. The road collapsed and crumbled, causing your old pickup truck to bounce and jolt, shaking you around carelessly as you drove through the dark. Your window rolled down just slightly to hear anything. The shades weren’t good in the dark, but sound, they excelled at it well. They couldn’t smell human flesh, but they could easily camouflage with your very surroundings until you were completely trapped.

You hear a familiar set of groans, and you slam the brakes, lurching forward, your chest slamming into the wheel. You move quickly, turning off the engine and falling completely silent, counting your very breaths. It is silent. You can hear the rush of wind, and the sounds of crickets chirping. It’s loud.

As long as you remained calm, you’ll be alright. You shift in your seat, hand grabbing a longer blade, climbing till your back was to the wheel and your feet on the old seat cushions. They come from the back, never the front. You hear the groans grow closer, there’s only one, and you shudder at the soft wind. You can hardly see. Your tongue licks your dry lips, fluttering your eyes closed, trying to stop the pounding of your heart.

You hear the sound of something hitting the back of your truck, and your eyes fly open. Were your doors locked? If there’s more than one, they can open your doors, they could get inside. You’ll die.

Your car door side was, you know it was, yet the door on the passenger side wasn’t. You squint and you can see the gray notch upward, showing that it was indeed unlocked. Who unlocked your door? You hear a breathy inhale, like someone with their mouth permanently open and like they had several holes punched in their lungs.

The sound came from that side.

Lowering yourself, your crawl slowly along the old seats, feeling sweat gather on your brow. Another groan, louder, attentive. Like it knew you were there.

Another bang, harder than before that shook the truck. You want to cry. To beg it to leave, but if it hears you…. You’ll die. But as long as you remain quiet, you’ll be fine. Your fingers slide against the leathery plastic side of the door, feeling blindly for the lock. With another bang, nearly pushing the truck up on its side, you slid back, in your panic your feet hit the driver's side door to keep yourself from falling back. Your feet hit the inside of the with a loud thud, and your heart drops.

A shrill scream echoes, one that hurts your ears and you grunt, flying to lock the passenger side door. Caring not to remain quiet. A loud thunk follows as the stick slips into the door, locking it.

This shriek sets off a chain reaction. You had been surrounded. You hear bodies slam and push at your truck, ripping at the metal, trying to yank the heavy truck over. Your body tumbles, as your grip the seats to keep balance, looking out the seat windows and seeing deformed, grotesque faces, some missing teeth and eyes, dried blood and mucus covering their grey faces, as they shriek, dirty hands pounding and clawing at your window.

They know you're inside.

You can hear them climb onto your truck, hitting the back windows, screaming and screaming. You desperately look for an exit, desperately looking for a way out. They come from the back, never the front. You lunge forward, ramming your body into the windshield, which shatters in a matter of seconds, and you tumble over the hood in a matter of seconds. Ignoring the glass that cut your skin and ripped your clothing, you land on your stomach, knocking the wind from your lungs, but they don’t seem and notice you. Still determined to break into your truck. You can’t outrun a Shade, so your slip underneath the truck, ignoring the rocking swaying motions that seemed to shake the very ground. You cover your mouth, stifling your panting and tears that threatened to fall and lying still on your stomach.

They would get bored eventually….

Right?

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[cat-cosplay]

Updates on cat size food truck pics?

It is currently converted into a catbed until weather gets better to allow for painting/accessorizing.

[aspartame-parent]

Here’s my super long winded analysis on Big Top Burger!!!

This is not to put anyone else’s theories down, just how I felt watching it.

I also feel as though I should mention I don’t know anything about Cats the musical, so if I say something wrong, please let me know!

Songs, and Their Meanings:

Up:

The song “Up” practically tells us all of who Steve is. It references costumes, makeup, etc. Also, it mentions how he’s Old Deut, and now someone else is, like what we see in the episode “Up” as well. In the song the lyrics go “up, up, up, to the Heaviside Layer” The “Heaviside Layer” is a setting referenced throughout the Cats musical, usually interpreted to be a heaven-like place of rebirth for cats selected by Old Deuteronomy. Steve was the one that played Old Deut, so maybe him being banished to Earth is the Heaviside Layer.

Down:

This song relates to Cesare, though is more relating to his job rather than his backstory. The song “Down” states “Yeah, I'm charged to keep our Earthly peace and you do not belong”, which is similar to what Cesare tells Steve in the episode “Down”. It’s also implied in the show and song that Cesare has been hunting Steve for a long time, even starting a rival food truck to get closer to him.

Friends In Low Places:

“Up” was the main theme for season 1, and “Friends In Low Places” is the theme for season 2. “Up” tells Steve’s story, and I believe “Friends In Low Places'' tells Cesare’s. This song is the least delved into so far, due to us not knowing much about Cesare. However, the lyrics in “Up” are pretty literal when it comes to Steve’s backstory, so why would “Friends In Low Places'' be any different? That being said, the following is mainly analyzing the lyrics in relation to Cesare, but it’s still just speculation. Firstly, it starts off with “In old Venezia-” This immediately tells us Cesare is probably Italian. It was already implied with the pronunciation of his name, but Venezia is the Italian name for Venice, Italy. Later in the song, it says “On that hallowed night, when I lost my life, all I remember was the gleam of the knife.” We already know Cesare is a zombie, and this seems to confirm not only that he died, but was murdered. In the song, it’s also stated “I was chosen for a second chance at life. I am the watcher, now I watch for all of time.” This implies after Cesare died, there was an offer given to him, a job of sorts, hence why he was hunting Steve. It was the job bestowed upon him. Later, it also says “Oh, just another one in a long line of no ones. One of many replacements.” This job isn’t unique to Cesare it seems, he is one of many, and possibly those he hunts down are as well. Furthermore, as stated in the song “Down”, he’s charged to keep the “Earthly peace”. However, what that means for whoever Cesare works for may be different to what it means to Steve.

Steve:

Steve is a real clown. Steve has been shown to alter reality sometimes. He phases out and in places, as well as teleport, as well as being shown to change size, both shrinking and growing. Penny, Tim, and Billie aren’t real clowns, so they can’t alter reality like that, but Steve can. This is also enforced at the end of the episode “Greasepaint” when Penny, Tim, and Billie are all getting out of their makeup, but Steve keeps his on, even honking when walking off screen. Steve’s backstory is that he was on another planet where he fumbled his role as Old Deuteronomy in Cats, and was thus banished. In the episode “Up”, Steve auditions as a child 600 million years ago, and fumbles his performance as Old Deuteronomy 375 million years ago, hence why he got banished to Earth. In the same episode , Cesare tells Steve he’s been “sleeping beneath the ground, all dormant” and that he’s been down there for “millions of years.” At the end of the episode, we’re shown that he was shot underground, into the center of the Earth, so Cesare is probably not being hyperbolic here.

Cesare:

According to many implications and details, Cesare is a real zombie, in the same way that Steve is a real clown. Cesare voices multiple times how he’s dead, a zombie, or implies something similar with details. For instance, he yells “Cool, I don’t eat food!” when Frances offers some in the episode “Expo”. He also forces Conrad to stay in costume in the same episode because “If you guys don’t look as weird as me, then I am going to stick out like a horseshoe crab in a freshwater environment.” In the same episode again, Tim remarks how he’s never seen Steve out of costume. These two interactions confirm the two bosses are not in costume at all, that is simply how they look. Cesare also seems to have some sort of magical abilities, as seen in the episode “Down”. He snaps his fingers to reveal his gifts were actually weights to weigh Steve down, and purple electricity crackles in Cesare’s hand. In the same episode, he’s shown to be able to phase directly through the Earth. He also owns a giant hammer to send Steve into the ground, one he probably had to obtain from “Upper Management”, because “I don’t normally need help catching you freakazoids but, you’re one tricky bitch, Steve.” This again re-enforces the point that this is Cesare’s job to catch Steve, but Steve is one of many. After jailing Steve in “Up” however, Cesare says he’s retiring, and that his “thousand years are up.” Perhaps the offer given to him for a “second chance at life” as referenced in “Friends In Low Places” was to work for 1000 years.

Their Long History:

Steve and Cesare have known each other for a very long time. From the first instance we see Cesare in the episode “Zomburger”, it’s implied they’ve met before. Penny and Tim are aware of the rival food truck, most likely because Steve told them. When Steve follows the Zomburger truck on foot, Cesare says “I knew you were going to do this from the moment I got out of bed today. Typical Steve, I’m not surprised.” So not only have they known each other for a long time, it seems they’re whole relationship is based on Cesare hunting Steve. In the episode “Expo” as well, Cesare remarks that the Zomburger employees are “all theater majors” in an annoyed tone. The annoyance could possibly be from being against Steve, and possibly, his theatrical world. In that same episode, Steve visibly panics when one of the people at the convention remarks how Big Top and “that other food truck” are the only ones that do makeup. This implies Steve immediately knows who they’re referring to and he panics over it, knowing Cesare is the boss. In that same episode, Cesare states he’s “ancient”, but gets mad at Conrad for asking just how old he is. So, knowing Steve and Cesare know each other, this causes us to wonder just how long that is. How long ago was Steve banished? How long ago did Cesare die? When Cesare disables Steve’s ability to move in the episode “Down”, he states “I’m the albatross across your clavicle!” This is similar to the saying “albatross across your neck”, which is often used to mean a heavy burden someone carries, especially one that holds significant guilt. Cesare and the constant chase is the burden to Steve, but possibly also the guilt of banishment.

The “Upper Management”, and Cesare’s Job:

In many instances, it’s shown that where Cesare works out of is underground. For example, in the season 2 intro, he’s walking down a dark set of stairs, and in the song “Friends In Low Places”, he states “But I made new friends here underground”. In the episode “Panel”, Conrad states Cesare gets the large sums of money he pays his employees from a hole underground, most likely obtaining it from the so-called “Upper Management”. He also directly states the weights weighing down Steve in “Down” is “a little gift from Upper Management”, while pointing downwards. I’d also like to mention the hole left after Cesare sends Steve down is very similar to the hole Conrod spots in the episode “Expo”, meaning Cesare, or someone that works the same job as Cesare, has sent someone else down, leaving that crater. After Steve is jailed in “Up”, Cesare tells Steve he’s “gonna be staying here with the other freaks.” This again shows Cesare’s job is to bring people to judgment, but who? Others who have been banished? Perhaps those disrupting the “Earthly peace”, as referenced in the song “Down”? In the episode “Up”, when he tells Cesare he hasn’t done anything after being jailed, Cesare tells him he doesn't “make the calls on who’s a menace”, but Steve has “been on our radar for a long time.” This again pushes Steve and Cesare have known each other for a very long time, but also that Upper Management keeps tabs on certain people, and if they cause problems. While Steve hasn’t done anything wrong, he is a strange foreign creature, so it’s no wonder he was put on Upper Management’s radar.

Steve’s Home Planet:

A theory I have about Steve’s planet is that the society there is built on entertainment. They even made a spectacle of his banishment, having a large crowd when he was shot out of a cannon. Steve’s mother refers to a sum of people as “clowns” and people are shown to wear clown makeup as a whole. The “Broadway” mentioned in the episode “Kid” could possibly be the highest level of success in that world, like how most theater actors and playwrights want to be on a Broadway show. He later mentions Broadway in the episode “Up”, which leads me to believe that while Broadway is the dream, it feels like a prison, which is where Steve was when bringing up Broadway for the second time. I don’t think they meant to send him anywhere in particular, just to be launched off the planet. When landing on Earth however, this caused the chain of events that led to Upper Management keeping an eye on him, and Cesare jailing him.

[wildpeachfarm]

She's like Patches. She is smaller than you think, I'm just also small so she looks normal cat sized. She's settling in fantastic! I reached out to Dreambranding and they found a pet tank in her size so we're gonna have matching merch :] And we've got a manipedi scheduled. But she's got a good appetite, drinks well, is socialable (to humans), no potty issues, and plays a good amount. All FANTASTIC things considering she's a rescue from a hoarder. She LOVES her car.

aww that's good to hear! She's so cute in her little food truck :D

[pplatonic]

Baby's First Pride

I'm 16 and a half years old. I came out to my parents inspired by a story at my school's GSA - just walk up the stairs and call it out. I was terrified, but they were accepting, and I learnt that my brother has trans friends and that Mom even experimented with girls when she was a teen. It's 5:10 PM, so it's probably time to go to the pride event Mom has been talking about all week. She said her boss told her about it, and that it's all ages. I get dressed in my Hatsune Miku cosplay, drape my Aromantic pride flag around my shoulders, and tie the ends in a reef knot around my neck to wear it as a cape.

I go downstairs, putting my Miku wallet in my bag, and take a short video of me twirling around to send it to my friends captioned 'ARO MIKU IS GOING TO PRIDE.' When I get outside, my parents and Mom's friend coo at my outfit, saying I look nice. They say goodbye to Mom's friend and they get ready, and they stop at Walmart to buy 'pride gear' to try and match my look. They get me pins, because they know I love pins.

I listen to my playlist of Magical Mirai albums as Dad drives us to the pride event. He does an illegal U-turn, and I tell him cops aren't allowed at pride, so we're okay. We park.

When we get there, the first thing we notice is all the food trucks. We ate before we came here, because they didn't think there'd be food. The first thing we do is Mom and Dad get alcoholic canned drinks, and they later buy me a cold vanilla latte at a different booth. We start walking around.

Mom's more interested in the concert being held by a queer artist who's name I didn't catch, and she jokes about us going to mosh there. I tell her it's dangerous and that I'm wearing my binder right now, and my dad comments that he didn't even notice.

While we're standing and waiting around, Dad perplexedly exclaims that there's a bar. I tell him as a joke that of course there's a bar, this is pride. He doesn't get it, so I explain the history of gay bars and the Mafia and all of that, and tell him the original pride parade was a protest where parking meters were uprooted and bricks were thrown at cops.

We start walking around to the several booths of queer creatives selling their art, and my eyes are battling between scouting for pins and looking at all the kinds of people here. It's truly all ages, from seniors to toddlers. I see as many visibly disabled and plus-size people as I do visibly abled and skinny people. When we first started walking in to the event, we saw a person in a cutesy lolita-styled outfit with cat ears and tail in the trans colours, in front of someone embracing their trans flag.

As I look around, I see various flags: bi, pan, lesbian, trans, nonbinary, genderfluid. On a couple people's shirts I see the ace flag. But as far as I'm aware, I'm the only person here in this entire crowd wearing the Aromantic flag. It's bittersweet, to be the sole representation of your people.

I see people in all styles of clothing as well: goth, punk, alternative, grunge, trendy, cute, casual, retro. I see some people standing out in absolutely fabulous outfits with sequins everywhere. I see a dog in a gay-coloured tutu, and a person with pride-coloured butterfly wings on their arms. Half the people here have dyed hair of some kind.

We sit down and take a break. It's near the mini waterpark nearby, which makes it fresh and cool-feeling and perfect for a break. A child with endless joys in their heart ends up spraying us with water, and we get a move on. I go around to multiple booths and buy an assortment of pins, one that says "I'M SO GAY I CAN'T EVEN THINK STRAIGHT" and one with a fuzzy Aro-coloured animal on it.

When we sit for a final break, I find two dirty books on the ground as Mom hands me a progress flag pin she found. I pick up the books. One is a 'queer history tour' of Edmonton brochure that has multiple locations of down-town and their associated queer histories. The other book is a mental wellness book targeted mainly at Indigenous folk, but I decide to take it any way since a lot of it advice applies to everyone. I show my Mom the page on ableist language, that talks about replacing words like 'crazy,' 'insane,' and 'psycho' with words like 'wild,' 'bananas,' and 'ridiculous.'

When we start walking back to the car, we see a group of four dressed ridiculously. One of them has massive, bouncing balloon tits, and they stand out the most. I'm afraid of what my parent's reaction will be, and this is what I told them to be nice about before we came, because pride was and still is a protest. They laugh and move on. I'm a little surprised that they're so cool with it.

We stop by the truck at the very start of the walk as Mom comments on it. It's a kink gear store. I stare in awe at the bear pride flag and leather puppy pride flag, telling my family about them. I have to ask one of them to confirm it's the leather puppy flag because I'm not wholly sure, and the people running the truck smile as they teach me about it.

We drive home, and as we walk back to the house, I think about Mom and Dad's reaction to the person with the balloon tits. I think about how they laughed kindly at one of the biggest displays of societal norm defiance I've ever seen. And then I think about the openly disabled people I saw with their pretty canes and wheelchairs, I think about the punks with fishnets and leather jackets and high boots, I think about the emo kandi kids with their black-and-rainbow stockings and vibrant kandi cuffs, I think about the booth run by African black people that stood for trans black liberation, I think about the truck run by kinksters decorated with historical flags, I think about the two feminine-presenting people I saw kissing and the transmasculine gay couple I saw holding hands.

I think about all of us, the societal outcasts that we are, proudly displaying what outcasted us in the first place, without a single person yelling that we're faggots, or trannies, or cripples, or fatasses, or freaks.

And for the first time in a long time, in all my childhood where I was ostracized from the girls for being too tomboyish from the boys for being born a girl, so badly until I started ostracizing myself, I know that I'm safe and welcome, somewhere in the world.

[doughyduo]

mmfmfnnnngngnnn

there are 100% more things that i find really hot but these were the first things i could think of

ill make an addendum later when i have enough-

simple, but, weigh ins and numbers and heights…and girls who step on a scale, let it run for a second, and then it just gives out and crunches underneath them, especially truck scales or industrial scales

girls eating from troughs, not using their hands and just eating, and eating, and eating…

this list, because it gives a sense of scale that 5 tons isn’t as much as you probably thought it was, and millions of pounds isn’t a lot really-

blobby cheeks and neck rolls that just pile up mfmfmgmgmhmgmmmnhngnnnnn hoooly shit…ive commissioned like 20 from cvet and have more on the way it’s probably a waste of money since they’re all so similar but it’s so hot-

health issues, sometimes, can be hot. i have a draft somewhere about feeding a girl through a heart attack-

fat speech…belches sprinkled in…

hypnotizing a fifty plus foot tall girl, having her lean over, her big eyes swirling as she puts her chin on the ground and waits for you to tell her to do something

hypnosis in general can be pretty good, but it tends to be because of weight gain and appetites and fat that i like it more

hyperfats in general. a ten ton girl moving is really cute-

girl who’s barely mobile managing to run for a small amount of time because she’s excited to see you, sending you through a brick wall because she’s got so much momentum

girl so heavy she makes the ground shake / cracks it with each and every step she takes

girls who belch so loud buildings shake / the area around them shake

girl so greedy and gluttonous she needs more than just food and she just starts taking bites out of plates, chairs, tables, vending machines, buildings-

fat dragon/whale tails…dragons like kimiko and sulevia, whales like shylily and bao, generally, but some others are good. not cat tails or dog tails or fox tails, that’s weird to me in a fetish sense

girls rolling from on their gut to their back, shaking everything with the impact, their huge belly rising super high up, touching the ceiling, sloshing back and forth after

girls who breathe heavily at and get horny over food itself

blobs managing to heave their weight up to slam themselves into the ground, even at ridiculous sizes…i commissioned a blob with heart eyes and then the thoughts of her managing to like. hump or thrust for sex or whatever came to mind and this is so bad im sorry it’s weird

basic, but, big, huge, doughy arms way bigger than pillows

giantess fat girl just leaning back on a shore and draining oceans as she keeps getting bigger (it makes less sense the more i think on it but shhh, laying under waterfalls also works)

flat, flabby chests that look like they’ve barely gained any weight to a girl’s actual tits despite her weighing thousands of pounds

girls drinking lard or frier oil, downing butter like it’s nothing

[gluttonemporium]

Clearest would be Futaba, so recently glutted into the ‘dungeon’ of his belly kingdom, but if Ann listened closely, she could hear another, gentler voice muffled under an inconceivable amount of fat, “I suppose it is silly to say but I wish Makoto had sucked me down before we were brought here, I am starting to get lonely…” The articulate, proper tone couldn’t have been anyone but Haru—Mona’s second prey. Finally, just barely audible through the sloshing, churning, and greedy intestinal slurping was the unfortunate pet deepest in Mona’s guts, Makoto: “How long does Mona intend to keep us in here at this point?! Surely he realizes someone will come looking for us!” Their desperation would all but confirm to Ann just how gluttonous her Mona had become, but would also give her a great new idea! From atop his quivering throne of inky black cat fat Morgana would be able to feel his queen planting her arms into either side of his giving, soft navel walls and worming her way back out, his flab shaking and wobbling vigorously as she fought to wedge her own wobbling curves out of his bellybutton. The fat cat would watch as the divot in the center of his mountain of lard bulged further and further out, each squirm shaking his oozing dough, sending rippling waves through his soft flab, feeling pressure rising with each *FWOMPH* *THUD* until finally it would mount and Ann would come tumbling out of the greedy navel with a *POP*, her fall cushioned by the wobbling, truck sized mounds of ass she was currently wobbling atop of as she would look up at her ‘knight’ again. “After all that food and all the girls surely you must be full right? Well… your pets were saying they were bored and lonely, and that someone might come looking for them!” Morgana was intrigued to hear about the status of his pets from Ann after his binging had rendered them entirely inaudible to him, “Lonely and bored huh? Mwehehehe… well it’s a good thing I still have so much room in my belly!” In an instant, Ann would know what Morgana’s proud declaration meant: he wasn’t anywhere near full, and his feast was only just beginning! The fat cat’s queen couldn’t help but be proud of her ‘knight’ for the display of sheer, unmitigated greed—slamming her bra-straining breasts into his belly, rippling waves propagating out from the tender flab around his navel she could reach and shaking her tits like two thick, sloshing beanbag-sized water balloons, “Oh Mona, how generous!” Ann felt compelled to drag her slender digits deep across the gurgling expanse of Morgana’s hungry hill of a belly, praising him for overcoming all his challengers, for being such a model host to all the girls by keeping them safe, and for vowing to give them even *more* company! Just as she was about to plant her pink, plump lips on the soft fat right around his sensitive, gaping navel, Mona was torn from his fantasy by an airy, earthshaking growl that sent his fat wobbling and clapping against itself like a stormy sea. *GUUUUUOOOORRRMMMBBBLE*

Soon though a new problem had arisen—glutting Futaba down into his intestines really had almost entirely emptied out his belly, Morgana was absolutely famished! Wrapping his arms around what he could reach of his belly, Morgana heaved his gut upward, and towards himself as if smushing his face into a gigantic sloshing memory foam mattress—his flab glunking audibly and rippling like dough as it settled into place. Leveraging the strength and well-padded ass cheeks he ‘borrowed’ from Makoto and Sumire, the fat cat waddled towards the Scramble, the force from each quaking step propagating wobbles throughout his own soft, black street filling rear—couch sized cheeks alternately rising, falling, and clapping while his soft, lower belly roll trembled, bowling over or engulfing anything (or anyone) unfortunate to stand between him and his target. The echoing thuds shook benched and parked cars, and his own all-consuming tidal wave of soft fat put things into perspective for Morgana—he had really gotten so *big*—things he could’ve formerly used as cover now vanished beneath his oozing, jiggling fat. From a humble, beanbag sized ball of furry fat to alleyway filling, to a room filling waterbed, to his current, ludicrous double decker bus size—with a cavernous, car sized navel and a bouncing butt that outsized Makoto’s entire body to boot—Mona almost felt like a miniature kaiju from those movies Futaba loved to watch! Finally arriving at his destination, Morgana released his hold on his fat, belly slamming to the ground with a massive, sloshing *GROOOUUUULUNK*, watching the inky dough rush and spill outwards as though a dam containing pure gelatin had broken. Before the hungry catboy were abandoned stalls packed with calorie rich treats of all kinds! The quivering waves of catfat roared in hunger, angry ripples looking like boiling magma—he needed it all, right now! Slamming down, Morgana crammed whatever he could reach into his mouth without discretion, edible or non—all of it needed to be in his belly! Hoggish munching, gulping, and slurping filled the Scramble as the ravenous catboy filled his cheeks with every manner of flaky, buttery pastry and sweet ice cream, before crunching down on the carts themselves! Despite his binging though, he hardly felt any fuller from it—likely a byproduct of having a stomach the size of a small house—even multiple restaurants’ worth of food hardly filled him up, but Mona clearly was craving something more substantial! As his feast continued, his groaning flab spilled down and smothered the entrance to the Shibuya underground in gelatinous flab—expanding the borders of his belly kingdom—while he turned to his side to begin the next phase in his feast, ravaging the remaining carts that blotted the Scramble, gulping down more ‘treats’—was there no stopping this fat cat’s gluttony?!

Dull claps rung out in the Shibuya undergoing as Ann’s hips and giant asscheeks swayed side to side, two hills wobbling like mounds of pale gelatin. The model had to be careful not bowl any passerby over as she shifted the immense weight of her boulder-sized cheeks to from one tree-trunk thigh to another with each bouncing step—but this big girl was moving fast! With no shoots, Ann was intent on making the most of the day the best way she knew how: gorging herself until she couldn’t take it! She had started reasonably, sampling a crepe or two from each stall, taking her time and truly appreciating each forkful of mingling flavors ‘just to find out whose was best’—only to make a return trip to each where she then ordered two, three, six at a time—eschewing utensils and etiquette entirely, instead rolling a pile of crepes into a kind of profane desert burrito and swallowing the entire thing down whole—choking down a party sub’s worth of pastry like a boa constrictor. Muffled by a cheek filling mouthful of pure calorie and having to almost shout to be heard above the boiling cauldron of her hungry, quaking belly, Ann assured the beleaguered stall workers that it was, “A very—mmngflp—delicate proOOOUURPcess,” and that she had to be *absolutey sure* which treat reigned supreme! Soon the workers forewent asking Ann for her order at all, electing instead to lump as much fried, cakey sweetness drenched in their most decadent ice creams onto a plate as they could manage in the hopes they wouldn’t have to watch the rest of their stock for the day drain out in a beach ball sized bulge down the throat of a very hungry, very big girl. These hopes were unfortunately in vain—Ann had the appetite of true American foodie, with a gut the size of an American steer and two globular asscheeks the size of an American pickup truck—she needed their food to fuel herself! After the crepe stands were totally depleted she spent the past few hours binging non-stop on whatever sweets she could find—parfaits, donuts, potential suitors—all found themselves together in the bottomless gut of the sweet-toothed girl—it’s two rolls still only barely showing signs of the ludicrous amount of food crammed into them as they joined the chorus of her asscheeks, marshmallowy flab waving and clapping into itself. Just as her last ‘light snack’ (every gallon of frozen yogurt available at a nearby stand) was packed into her cramped intestines with a muffed slurp, her belly would punctuate its emptiness with a deafening growl that vibrated her entire form, sending her cheeks clapping and her stomach bouncing pendulously up and down, such that her navel nearly touched the ground. Reaching down to clasp a roll and squeeze it like moldable clay, Ann delivered reassurance to her belly, “Don’t—mrph—worry girl, we’re not gonna—BWOORP—stop until you’re full!”

Though remaining true to her promise would prove more challenging than she claimed: as Ann continued her swaying saunter around the Shibuya Underground, the results of making each snack bigger than the last to keep herself satisfied—there were no stalls with any stock left! More than that, Ann herself was having a hard time fitting in the cramped mall at all—her marshmallowy cheeks compressed, almost completely wedged into the low ceiling while her ‘pudgy’ gut pooled out onto the ground in front of her, forcing her to hoist it up by her sides as it jiggled and sloshed in her grip with every step. It was time for her binge to go topside! In meantime, Ann took the opportunity to check her phone—she was getting buzzed all day! Looking to her side so the screen wasn’t blocked by the sloshing moons that were her tits, Ann saw messages from all her friends about some kind of challenge that they had all been taking one after another, and now they were all calling for her help? She loved her friends more than anything, but sometimes her belly was louder, she didn’t have time to go play some game or do some goofy internet challenge—today was one of her only cheat days between shoots and hammerspacing all of this later won’t be easy, Ann had to—*BWOMPH*.

Ann’s train of thought was completely interrupted as the rhythmic jiggling of her hyper-stacked curves suddenly halted, her entire body being lodged in some sort of threshold—not an uncommon occurrence for Ann, especially recently. The model huffed as she was forced to wedge her quaking curves into some sort of cushiony tunnel—a warm… memory foam lined… jiggling tunnel? Pushing her hand into the wall Ann could feel the plush softness ooze out between her fingers, while her arm seemed to sink deeper and deeper. Must be some high quality memory foam for a weird advertising campaign, she guessed? It seemed they must have still been doing work on the display too, because the further she smushed herself in the more thick and humid the air seemed to grow, place she could’ve sworn she could hear some kind of thudding, what sounded like running water, and if she really listened—yelling too? Padding around the dark, soft… gurgling corridor Ann’s hand finally drifted onto something bizarrely solid—finally a doorknob! Just as she moved to twist it open and exit the stuffy tunnel, the solid bulge instead receded with a *SHLURP* and a muffled, “Oof!” Ann’s blood ran cold… she couldn’t be… she had to get out of here! Her engorged curves churned and wobbled like gelatin as she bounced out of the ‘corridor’ as fast as she could, her heavy footfalls calling forth claps from her asscheeks and causing her to sink into the floor as it rippled around her, as if she was running across a long stretch of waterbed. Seeing the light at the mouth of the tunnel the heavy girl practically leapt to safety, squeezing her truck sized hips out of the tight round threshold and tumbling out onto the pavement.

Ann had to crane her head up, up, and further up still to see past the inky, jiggling building-sized belly’s owner—a challenge made more cumbersome by the fact that he was currently jutting out his flab at her in an attempt to entice further investigation or some show of pride. At the top of the mountain of gluttonous, wobbling flab Ann could see him: Mona?

“Mona? Is that you? How did you get so *huge*? Also where is everybody? They’ve been blowing up my phone all day!” (2/2)

Continued from here.

So engrossed in her own binge that she didn't notice his overwhelming presence... Ahh, that was just like Lady Ann!

Awaiting her at the end of this indulgent mall was the black mass of her dreams. Newly engorged - if you can call it that - by every snack vendor and treat shop for multiple city blocks, her feline companion waited with open... belly button?

Okay, so he would love to envelop his gorgeous Panther in a hug, but his why use his arms when his belly was built more for the job~? Spotting her from afar, Mona smiled - there was no mistaking that overflowing figure or angelic presence! But with both of their guts grumbling loud enough to block out his yells, he couldn't get her attention... so he opted to let her sink into his corpulence of her own free will~

Morgana puffed out his chest and tummy as far as they would go, ready to recieve the distraced Lady Ann-!

SHLLLLRRRRRRRRCCCHHH~!!

A noise like a drain being unblocked (or blocked?) echoed through the empty walls of the mall, as Ann stepped headlong into the Tunnel of Love dotting Mona's middle! The gelatinous cat yelped in delight as the rubbery ring was truly stretched by the girls grand girth, making him wag his tongue and fidget his paws atop the enormous slab of belly fat he had built for himself~.

"Nyyaargh..." He softly sighed, overjoyed as the curious sensation actually started to go deeper instead of retreating! Th-that's Lady Ann's bravery for you~! While a huge part of him wished for it to continue - the part that had gotten him this big - he knew in his heart it couldn't...

She deserved a special spot in his body, after all~...

So when he was broken out of his drunken stupor by Ann's escape from Belly Button Heaven, it was back to business. Clearing his throat, Morgana peered down at his beloved with proud eyes - Oooh, she could barely fit all of him in her view! This was perfect~!

"Lady Ann..." He began dramatically, craning his arms and head over his own stomach like a giant, tubby desk. "It is I, your true looooo-OHWOAHWOAH-!"

Turns out Mona leaned a little too far forward atop his wobbly perch - as the mass of fat in front of him gave way and sent his main body falling towards the ground! Yelping and clawing, the fat cat couldn't stop himself from tumbling ass over gut! Thankfully, there was a large pool of his own belly pudge beneath him to break his faces fall - as most of his head and body sank into it for a few seconds, then bouncing back with great force-

"Hah! Haaaah... haaah... I-I'm alive..." Morgana panted once his face had been freed from his built in safety mat. So much for style and grace...

"A-ahem! L-lady Ann-!" He coughed and brushed it aside, as if his embaressing fall had never happened. One good thing about that tumble is that he was almost eye-level with the bewildered girl now. Although, with the way he was positioned with his proud belly jutting out behind him, it meant his titanic asscheeks swayed and jiggled right above both of their heads... that was kinda embaressing-

"Well, as you can see, I've been doing a little... self improvement, you could call it. All for your sake! I even had the other girls help me get this way for you..." Mona smiled brightly, resuming his usual flattery. That's when a deep, undulating groan rocked his massive gut and made it ripple noticably...

"I think you said hello to one of them with your lovely dive back there? Hehe... they'll be keeping me company for a while, if you catch my meaning~?"

[moonfeatherblue]

It's Worldbuilding Wednesday! So I'm raiding your Ask Box to ask to tell me about my Roman Empire: Food and Culture.

How does Food impact or feature in your work?

Alternatively, you can tell me about your equivalent of the Roman Empire lololol

Thank you so much @amaiguri for this lovely ask ~

I shall do my best to describe the food situation in my main magical series, particularly as it relates to the protagonist.

This superhero fantasy series is called Sh!t Just Got Magical. There's a lot of food mentioned in this series. As in, a LOT of food. Food plays a huge role in this story due to its importance to Kazaio "Kaz" Szuo and his sparkly new career.

Just a bit of background info to help set the delicious foodie scene.

The main setting is the city-state Seszun (Seszun is both the noun and the adjective), located on the Seszun Peninsula. Now a predominantly green city, this near-future urban metropolis spreads across the entire peninsula and is built in and around (the re-vitalized remnants of) natural features, most notably Chaiuin Forest, the Cheosaing Mountains, and the Sousz Salt Flats. Since the global unification movement began, Seszun has been considered the symbolic capital of Earth.

Kaz is a 21 year old boy who was born in Seszun to birth parents of non-Seszun background. He has a large family including his foster mother, foster aunt, three half-siblings and two foster cousins (it's complicated, but I promise it makes sense). His aunt has a very good income (she's a nutritionist, funnily enough), but given the size of the family, money is frequently tight. They'd probably be considered a middle-middle/lower-middle income family because of this. Kaz has historically had difficulty holding down a job. Without his family, would be 100 percent broke.

Now, onto the food!

Kaz is now a magical boy, hired by an intergalactic Alliance to defend the universes from an evil alien warlord and his "Liberation Force". Being a magical boy presents a few interesting challenges when it comes to diet, the main one being Kaz has to significantly increase his food intake. This is not only to support his intensive training and resultant increased muscle mass. When Kaz transforms he becomes immortal (this does not mean he cannot die; he's just much harder to kill). This immortal form has an incredibly high metabolism rate. If Kaz does not eat appropriately before transforming (and he may be called on to transform at any time), his immortal form can obliterate all his mortal reserves. As such, particularly after strenuous battles, de-transforming can be dangerous - becoming mortal again when his body has been all but stripped of nutrients. Under more usual circumstances, de-transforming gives Kaz a serious case of the hero munchies.

To avoid malnourishment and fainting spells (or worse) after battles, his support team are currently developing an easy-to-digest nutrient cake that Kaz can eat post-transformation. They haven't yet found a recipe that won't turn his fragile human guts inside-out, but they're working on it. Until then, Kaz guzzles calorie boost bars and Re-Hydrate Plus (an electrolyte drink) post-transformation, then hunts down the fastest, biggest, healthiest meal he can - or his space cat mentor does, anyway. Kaz would prefer battered squid sticks.

This might go without saying, but given his magical job and all the training involved, Kaz also has to improve his semi-sub-standard diet. He'll get right on that…

Although Kaz has a sizeable income now, he's used to buying food on a budget and generally sticks to that (he is both a creature of habit and a lover of bargains). This means lots of convenience stores, vending machines, and fast food restaurants, as well as his mom's cooking. Even when he starts trying to eat healthy, he doesn't often venture beyond these options - unless food trucks or street food carts are involved.

One more point: Kaz actually likes to cook and he's not half bad. We'll see him cook for his family quite a few times throughout the series ~

Here's a bunch of food Kaz has eaten so far. This gives a bit of an idea what an everyday person on a budget (who makes slightly unhealthy food choices) in Seszun eats.

Cracklebombs (popping candy chocolate; bought at a drug store)

Crunchables (dried seafood snacks; bought at a drug store)

Sticky butter rice cake skewers (bought from a street vendor)

Rice

Beer (predominantly rice lager)

Kelp soup (Mom and Kaz both cook this)

Chilled tea (fruit flavored, black, and golden)

Battered squid sticks (bought at a convenience store)

Battered fried shrimp "shell stack" (a hybrid of sandwiches and wraps) with rice, spicy coleslaw, and gloppy specialty summer sauce (bought at a convenience store)

A curry cup (bought at a convenience store)

Frozen air-fried mollusks (from his freezer)

Oyster bake (Mom's cooking)

Breakfast steamed buns with dipping sauce (from a family restaurant)

Oyster and potato stew (from a convenience store)

Fried scallop burger (from a fast food restaurant)

Barbequed pork intestines with sticky citrus sauce (from a hole-in-the-wall restaurant)

Oyster stew (Kaz's cooking)

Rice salad with mix-and-eat toppings and garlic dressing (from a fast food restaurant)

Seared tentacles and omelet balls (from a fast food restaurant)

Deep fried breaded shrimp (Mom's cooking)

Noodles in sweet nut crab sauce (from a café)

Extra spicy soup sack (a giant soup dumpling) with scallops and quail eggs (from a food truck)

Gently spiced crab legs (from a food truck)

Sticky fried chicken with pickles (from a fast food restaurant)

Crispy potato skins drizzled in tangy-sweet curry sauce (from a canal vendor)

Seszun-style fried rice (Kaz's cooking)

Instant nutty-lime egg noodles (from a vending machine)

Milk stew (leftovers at a friend's place - not Seszun-style food)

Traditional sweets - jellified rice and iced fruit topped with crystallized honey (from his fridge)

Boiled custard buns and skewered jelly cakes (from a street food cart)

Wow that's a long list. And that's not even everything!

Kaz eats a lot…

Okay, just for fun, let's get a bit more technical - badly-written-half-copied-from-the-textbook-high-school-social-science-paper style! Kaz wrote it, I swear…

Seszun cuisine is predominantly influenced by Wauian cuisine; the majority of people who identify as Seszun today are descendants of settlers from Wauia who colonized the peninsula a thousand years ago. Wauian cooking methods were adapted to consider locally available ingredients, producing a cuisine more unique to the peninsula. Over time, this was also influenced by the cooking methods of the local Indigenous people, the Nauje, creating what is now considered traditional Seszun cuisine. The Nauje maintain to this day an ancient food culture that is similar to, yet distinct from that of Seszun.

The majority of traditional Seszun cuisine consists of short-grained brown and white rice (frequently mixed together); noodles; sea vegetables such as kelp; crustaceans such as shrimp and crab; mollusks such as squid, mussels, and clams, with scallops being perhaps the most popular and most commonly consumed; fish such as tuna and mackerel; quail eggs; soy beans; root vegetables such as onions, radishes, carrots, and local varieties of potatoes; cabbages; and fruit, predominantly citrus fruits (cold-tolerant varieties), although seasonal melons, berries, and pome fruits are also available. Tea (of black and golden varieties) is the traditional drink of choice. Traditional seasonings include citrus, soy, sesame, garlic, ginger, honey, coriander, and chilli. Most traditional Seszun dishes are simple, fresh, and fragrant with an emphasis on presentation. Early Seszun literature describes as follows: Peninsula folk eat first with their eyes; if their eyes are not satisfied, their mouths do not eat (this refers only to the aristocrats of the time, the Seszun Circle). The most common cooking methods are boiling and searing, with light soups, stir fries, and curries being common dishes. Most traditional desserts are rice and fruit based.

The most stereotypical traditional Seszun meal, no matter the time of day, includes a bowl of rice (sprinkled with desired seasoning), kelp soup, seared scallops (either fresh or marinated), and potentially a fresh salad with radish, carrot, cabbage, and coriander.

More modern Seszun cuisine incorporates ingredients and influences from all over the world. Seafood remains the most popular choice of protein, however, chicken is now readily available and is a staple of modern Seszun cuisine. Pork and beef is now more common, although beef is very expensive and generally only consumed by the wealthy. Pork offal is a cheap, widespread alternative meat. Perhaps the most notable difference between modern and traditional Seszun cuisine is the introduction of deep frying and, more recently, air frying almost anything that can be breaded or dipped in batter. Although many authentic international cuisines are available in Seszun, more commonly global dishes are given a "Seszun spin" with the new invention regularly becoming synonymous with modern Seszun cuisine. Bread and cakes have also become incredibly popular, the Seszun varieties made predominantly with rice flour. "Shells" are a rice-flour flat bread baked in molds that produce its namesake's shape. Developed around 150 years ago (so considered by some more modern than traditional), two domed shells are used to cup (or sandwich) anything from salads to curry, producing a cheap, filling, easily transportable meal. "Shell stacks" were and remain a popular and usually more healthy food choice for those on a budget.

More important features of modern Seszun cuisine include convenience, with the advent of frozen food, convenience stores, and vending machines, and also self-service; gourmet instant noodle eateries and other do-it-yourself eating experiences have become very popular since the global unification movement began. Also, as with most of the world, Seszun now runs on caffeine. While tea is still drunk more than water, Seszun now imports more coffee than any other location on Earth.

Food of every variety, but particularly traditional sweets, are offered to Seszun's many deities, both on their feast days and when praying for a deity "take interest".

And… that'll do for now! I honestly haven't thought too much yet about food in relation to Seszun's culture, history, and religion - I'll be thinking more about that as the series goes on! Eventually I'll have to start thinking more about various alien cuisines as well. I won't mention what the Liberation Force eats... trust me, you're fine not knowing. And, at this early point in the story, we usually just see Kaz's space cat mentor eating nutrient cakes, or else snacking on whatever Kaz is eating.

Please remember that this series is still in its infancy - names may change, locally available ingredients may shift. Perhaps in the future I'll re-visit this scrumptious world-building subject. I might even achieve something resembling succinct next time! But I doubt it.

This is why I haven't made many posts along these lines… whenever I try, it takes all day…

Thanks so much again @amaiguri. This has been a wonderfully helpful exercise, hunting through the story and old notes to pull together everything food-related. I shall be referring back to this on a regular basis.

On another note, I haven't had Kaz nearly hungry and faint enough after all his battles. That's something I must amend on the next editing pass ~

Sorry, Kaz…