#dream of gluttony butter

[wispisstillverybored67]

Good Morning, World!

You can call me Marshmallow Fluff. I'm 29 years old. Not that you'd care, but I reside in Food Town's Candy District. Also, I've yet to marry. To make a living, I own a library, and I also occasionally sell my own novels. After I close up shop, I return home no later than 9:45 PM. I don't drink, but do enjoy an occasional smoke. I'm always in bed by 11 PM, and I make it a habit to get no less then 8 and a half hours of sleep each night. Before bed, I drink a warm glass of milk, coupled with 20 minutes of stretching to decompress from the day. Sweet dreams are the usual result of this. I then awake reborn and recharged as a child, ready to take on the day's challenges. And after my last checkup, I was given a clean bill of health...

Wake up. It's currently 7:30 AM. I would've liked to stay in a little earlier, but it's laundry day, and I would really prefer to get that done in the morning. I then crawled out of bed, still nude, and went off to go to the bathroom to clean up. ~🎵.

I'm nearly out of toothpaste, man... CONSERVE, brush (always bet on bubblegum), apply a bit of concealer to any blemishes, to which I've noticed that they're disappearing now. I mean, marshmallows don't have blemishes, they're marshmallows. Perfect little thingies~

Take a bit of hair gel, and gather my hair upwards. Just enough to keep the lot upwards throughout the day. Tie it in a pony, and there you have it. I suppose Candy can go some few days more until harvest day. Splash some water on my face, and that’s it for this one. 

 Now it’s time for breakfast. What shall I have for today? Hmm… Maybe an omelet with fried rice? Or a bagel with some cream cheese and jelly? Hmmhmhmm~🎵 Aha! Baguette! I bought some cod roe a few days ago, and I’ve got a nice idea… Take a turkey baster, fill it up with the crushed roe, stick it into one end and push, stick it in the toaster for a few minutes, slice and serve with olive oil. Just got to remember to spread some butter before the roe. This is going to be good. 

"Mornin' Maflu!" A highly familiar voice called from under the table, the moment I popped it in to toast. Pretending to ignore it, I just sat down at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper. Nothing interesting, of course, but still, I'm curious. Tales taken from what's going on in Food Town, one or two pages regulated to the closest human settlement for some God-forsaken reason, the usual things. Nothing on the Spice District, as usual... 

"Good morning, Candy," I finally responded in kind. Do I even bother asking how long she's been hanging under there. Not going to find any info through that. 

"You still going through the newspaper? You're like an old lady! Candy knows for a FACT that ain't fun! What part are you on???" She crawled off the floor, and hung off my shoulder. 

"The human sect. You're more interested in the human news. What even is there to look at? Candy bets they don't even have good candy there!" It's where they get supplies, you know... 

"I'm not harvesting the marshmallow fluff, if that's what you're implying." I know exactly why she's here. Whenever my hair, my namesake, soft, pure white and fluffy, reaches the floor, Candy will cut it all off, and eat it at her leisure. And every time it gets long enough, she tries to squeeze it out earlier, and I never budge. 

"Pleaaaaaaaaassssseeeeeee??? It's at the floor!" She insisted, making little puppy eyes on occasion. 

Sighing, I stood up straight. An inch or two off the ground is not on the ground. She started drooling, as expected. 

"I'll let you cut it this time around, how does that sound?" 

"AKSJEKTJTKJWLEBRKDNWKNFKGJF!" Dunno how she makes those noises. Or how that would make a difference. But Candy shall do what Candy pleases. She quickly left the house, still crawling. 

*ding!* Alright! This is going to be good... 

Cuuuuut it cut it cut it cut it...

Hmmhmhmm~🎵 As I thought, this is quite good. Yes, this went better then I suspected. Nom. One would think the flavors would be jumbled, but it's not at all. I made a good call here, now. After breakfast, I'll take care of the laundry~

Minutes later, it's now 8:15 am. I'd expect Dumpling to already be awake for his usual rounds. Rounds of avoiding Cinnamon, rounds of patrolling and getting lost in the woods, the works.

Grab the near-overflowing basket of dirty clothing from the basement, separate the whites from the rest of the lot, head outside to load up the washing machine, pour the right solutions in it, and after it's on, I don't have to do anything until the next hour or so. And luckily for me, the library isn't far a ways from the house. Just set a reminder on a clock, and we're done. Yoink. Beep. Presto. 

Now it's time to get dressed. The usual lot will do... White shirt under beige vest, black tie, yellow skirt, long enamel boots, fluffy wrist bands, little soft earrings, black hair bow~ And don't forget my glasses. Ta-da. Time to head to work. 

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Flip the "Sorry, We're Closed :(" sign over, undo the blinds from inside. Let's begin... I recently gained access to a handful of... manga, I think it's called, and some movies that I haven't gotten to sorting out that I ought to take care of today. I wonder what's inside...

I opened the boxes and dug into it. Movies of varying topics it may be, the one thing that matters to the one that's checking out is how cool the cover looks. Moving to the DVD shelves to start, I don't even think I payed attention to what I saw, which ones I recognized. I have little interest in movies, but Risotto always liked watching them. Hey, now that I think about it... where is he? Hmm... 

Belle, Black Swan, Blazing Saddles, Carrie, Detective Pikachu, Grease, Midsommar, Midsummer Knight's Dream, Mugen Train, Pulp Fiction, Rebellion, Se7en, Spirited Away, Walpurgisnacht Rising. A very curious mixture, but the M section was looking a little thin, so it's a welcome addition. I put them all away like clockwork, sorting the rest of the shelf out on the way. It's a very relaxing thing to do, sorting things out. 

The moment I put away the last flick, someone comes in for a book. The chime I installed last week is a lifesaver. 

*ting-a-ling~* "Morning, Marshmallow Fluff!"

"Good morning, Tomato," Quickly, I headed back to the check-out area. I know exactly what will happen. 

He simply needed to return the books he took out last week. And he didn't get any tomato sauce on it this time, so there's that bonus.

 

*beep* Before I moved here, the library in where I used to live had an automatic drop-off. Maybe I'll go ask Cinnamon about adding something like that later... 

Then he was off to fetch something else. The card just needs to be scanned, and this transaction is finished. 

"Is that all for you this time?" ...Jujutsu Kaisen? I thought he wasn't like that. Oh well. 

"Yeah. Real fun stuff this time. *ding* Thanks, man!" And just as quickly, he left. 

"Have a good day."

By this time, the rest of the box had been put away, though my alarm hadn't gone off yet, which is odd. Even Chili of all people came in for a book, though it was brief, as expected from someone like her. By this time, I should head out to find those who are late, and remind them of such. In that case, it would be... Dumpling. It shouldn't be that bad. Low Tide is the title that was missing for a while, and if I remind him, he'll move faster then he can scramble to pet a cat. And while I look for him, I can ask around for where Risotto went, because I believe he owes me, too. And people know to simply wait until I return from my rounds. Okay, let's head outside...

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It's now 9:35 am. Letting the laundry go over an extra 25 minutes seems to have done the trick. The unusual-origin stains have come out. I've since stuffed the lot in the drier, while the colors have gone in their place. Now, I am headed to the Grains District. 

"Hey, Marshmallow Fluff!" "Oh, good morning!" It's Bread and Butter. Maybe they know some...Why is she covered in flour? 

"Hey you two, have you..." Catching myself, I asked about that other thing. "Butter, why are you drenched in flour?"

"I found a recipe for baking bread. But while we were making it..." She began to giggle a little. It's a funny sight, I'll admit. 

"Something got up my nose and I sneezed," He added. Well, as they say. If at first you don't succeed, figure out why.

"Uh... huh. You really need to be careful with that. Oh, by the way..." I nearly left without mentioning why I was here at the moment. "Have either of you seen Dumpling or Risotto around here?" 

"Oh, that's it? One of 'em owe you?" She knows me well... 

"That, and Risotto hasn't called me on when he disappeared, like he tends to..." 

"I think I saw him follow Dumpling in the woods. I caught the two dashing out when I woke up from the window." Really now? What business do they have running about in the woods? Dumpling, I can understand with his designation as greeter (for whatever reason he wanted to be such), wanting to find fellow Food, but Risotto? Come on now. He's afraid of his own shadow. 

"Seriously? Well, thank you for that regardless. If you two see them again, tell them I'm looking for them. ...And when you're done with the baking, tell me the results, okay?" When I was given confirmation, I decided to go there now. Bread may have called out to me as I ran off to the woods, but I chose to ignore it. I shall have to take care of drying clothes when I get back. Shouldn't be too hard, now, right? 

[mrpenguinpants]

Cat Distribution System [ Commissioned ]

— Recently, there have been reports of a large food shortage sweeping across Sumeru. The culprit? It's a...cat? Hang on- is this the right script?

Word Count: 4.8k

— Kaveh, Alhaitham, Wanderer + Cyno

Request: [ A platonic first encounter fic with a lazy/messy demon cat boy who is the personification of gluttony. ] Reader is based on an OC, so there are a few extra details/lore, but no OC names or physical details are mentioned. This is still an x reader fic. [Masterlist]

Thank you for commissioning me and trusting me with your OC again! While I didn't go as deep into the origin story as last time, I hope I did justice to his lore and character traits. I hope you like it!

“So, let me get this straight,” Kaveh starts, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms. His brow furrowed slightly as his eyes flicked toward the figure across the table, who was happily stuffing his face with bits of chicken and Baklava—a bizarre combination that made Kaveh’s stomach turn. How was that not the worst flavor combination? Sweet, followed by the lingering taste of meat? And was that the crunk of teeth grinding against bones as well? Absolutely revolting. “You went out to investigate the food shortages in the desert, and somehow, you returned with... that?”

“Correct,” Alhaitham replied, his voice calm and detached, not even bothering to glance up from the pages of his book. He was so absorbed in his reading that it was as if the entire world around him had faded into the background. The giant elephant in the room—wait, no, cat—was the more appropriate term, Kaveh realized, his gaze drifting to the source of his growing exasperation seemingly dismissed. With a resigned sigh, he cast a pained glance to the otherfg side, where two fluffy ears flicked back and forth in a way that might have been endearing, had the man not been in the midst of devouring half the dishes they had. He was eating through Kaveh’s body weight in food, and with each bite, the pile of empty plates grew, a silent testament to the chaos of it all. Who exactly was going to foot the bill for this little catastrophe?

Kaveh stared. He stared hard. “What… is that?”

It wasn’t as though Kaveh was unacquainted with people sporting animal-like features—after all, he’d spent a good part of his morning discussing dwindling resources with Tighnari, whose sharp ears and bushy tail were as much a part of him as his sharp wit. But this? This was something else entirely. Never in his wildest dreams—or nightmares—had Kaveh imagined the source of Sumeru’s mounting food crisis would manifest as two twitching ears, an equally fluffy tail, and a bottomless appetite housed in what could only be described as a walking, purring catastrophe.

“Looks like we bit off more than we could chew,” Cyno said, lowering himself into a chair with the deliberate weight of someone resigned to his fate. Arms crossed and tone as dry as Sumeru’s deserts, he added, “And now we’re all stuck digesting the consequences.”

A long, theatrical groan followed, drawing attention to the figure at the table who was steadily sliding downward like butter left out in the sun. Kaveh collapsed further into the wood, his head resting on folded arms, his posture and overall energy reminiscent of a melting slime abandoned after battle—defeated, formless, and thoroughly unappealing.

"If you can still joke like that, I’ll take it as a sign that everything’s perfectly under control?" Kaveh sighed, his tone soft but laced with a hint of exasperation as he rubbed his temples, as though the pun had somehow caused actual harm. He shifted slightly closer to Alhaitham, who despite already having checked out of the conversation leans in, raising one hand to his mouth like a makeshift shield. Lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, Kaveh added, "But seriously… if everything’s fine, then why exactly is the culprit here?"

“He followed us back,” Alhaitham said, his voice cool and dispassionate as if recounting a minor inconvenience rather than a monumental lapse in judgment. Kaveh blinked, his mind briefly short-circuiting as it tried to process the absurdity of the situation. The infamously meticulous scribe—who went out of his way to ensure his time card was never a second past overtime—took work home with him?

“He followed you back? And you didn't do anything to stop him?” Kaveh echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief as if repeating the question could somehow rewrite the reality he was hearing. The light-hearted atmosphere faltered, quickly replaced by a heavier silence as Cyno and Alhaitham exchanged a glance, one filled with a silent understanding Kaveh couldn’t quite place. Cyno’s expression darkened, his usual sternness sharpening into something far more severe, like a storm suddenly gathering on the horizon. His gaze flickered toward the corner of the table, where their... unwelcome guest lingered, before returning it to Kaveh with an almost apologetic weight.

“We didn’t exactly have a choice,” Cyno muttered, his voice edged with a reluctant resignation, as though the truth of the situation was one he was still struggling to fully accept. The words hung in the air, heavy with the uncomfortable reality of their predicament. The young man—cat? Kaveh paused, wondering if it was offensive to think of him as a “cat” in his mind. Maybe it was too soon to make that judgment, but the behavior was hard to ignore. The man gave a small huff, his tail flicking with a quick and irritated motion.

“You didn’t have to bring me,” he muttered, his voice laced with casual defiance, “I could’ve found more food on my own.”

“And left more skeletons in the rainforest?” Cyno shot back, his tone dry. The cat man shrugged, the movement causing his ears to twitch with a playful smile. No remorse whatsoever.

“I was hungry,” he said with a casual shrug, his tone almost too smooth, as though hunger itself were a completely reasonable excuse for his behavior, “It’s not my fault this place has no decent food.”

“Wait, hold on. You’re telling me that this kid—who, by the way, looks like he hasn’t seen a bath in weeks, and that’s putting it lightly—has been roaming around the forest, eating his way through everything he comes across, and leaving carcasses in his wake like some kind of... monstrous scavenger?” Kaveh’s eyes narrowed, his mind reeling as he tried to piece together the chaos of the moment. Cyno let out a quiet sigh, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the situation. He glanced briefly toward their uninvited guest, whose tail flicked lazily in the corner. Truly the embodiment of a menace, even the stray cats who knocked over flower pots had the same content look. As if they stood above the Archon's themselves.

“That’s... the gist of it,” Cyno admitted, his voice a reluctant blend of resignation and mild disbelief, as though he still couldn't quite wrap his mind around how things had gotten this far. Kaveh’s jaw dropped. His hands shot up in a dramatic gesture of utter disbelief, and he slowly turned his incredulous gaze back to Cyno, then to Alhaitham, and finally to the creature occupying the corner of the table like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“And you—you brought him here?! To our place?!” His voice had risen to the point where the last question practically exploded from his mouth, punctuating his growing sense of utter absurdity. He wasn’t sure whether to be horrified, exasperated, or just completely lost for words. Alhaitham exhaled slowly, his fingers pressing against his temples as if trying to stave off the headache threatening to bloom. At least he was starting to realize he couldn't avoid faking deafness to Kaveh's ever-mounting overthinking.

“He’s not a threat to the city. As long as we keep him fed, he won’t cause any trouble,” Alhaitham gestures with his hand, his voice steady, but there was an underlying weight to it. Kaveh, not at all convinced, raised an eyebrow, his skepticism practically radiating from him. He crossed his arms, looking from Alhaitham to their “guest” with barely contained frustration.

“That’s a big assumption,” he muttered, his words laced with more doubt than a stack of building materials. His eyes flicked toward their unwelcome companion, who was now happily licking the remnants of some forgotten dish off his fingers, completely oblivious to the growing tension around him, “What’s to stop him from eating his way through the city next? And I’m not just talking about food. Shouldn't you be more worried than I am Cyno!?”

“If he does, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, he’s just… a nuisance," Cyno glanced over, who, now finished with his meal, was lazily lounging in his chair tipped so far back that it would take the slightest breeze to knock him over.

Kaveh pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to process everything, “So, let me get this straight once more. You went out to solve a food shortage, and instead of fixing the problem, you brought home a cat with a black hole for a stomach? And before you even start Alhaitham, I know you said he "followed" you back.”

"Ah, so you do listen."

"You-!"

Kaveh opened his mouth to continue arguing but then paused, his eyes narrowing as the gears in his head turned, “Wait a minute. When you invited me out for dinner...was this your way of pushing your problem onto me?! Does this mean I’m stuck dealing with him now?”

“That depends,” Alhaitham hides his mouth with his book, the bastard, “Are you offering to take responsibility for him?”

“This has to be some kind of cosmic joke. I knew I shouldn't have trusted in your good faith! I didn’t sign up to be part of the accidental cat distribution system!” Kaveh's up onto his feet, the chair pushed back with his palms flat against the table in protest.

The visitor tilted his head, his ears twitching. “I don’t know what that means, but if you’re offering food, I’ll stay.”

“I’m not offering food!” Kaveh said quickly, almost defensively.

“It’s not a matter of being fine with it,” Cyno said with a weary sigh, “It’s a matter of necessity. If we left him alone, he’d cause more problems. Alhaitham is still the Acting Grand Sage, and I have to scout the forest for any other "visitors". You’re the only one we can count on, Kaveh.”

Kaveh stared at him for what felt like an eternity, his gaze flicking between Alhaitham and Cyno. His chest tightened, and his mind spun in circles, torn between his growing anxiety and the strange tug of responsibility. His heart twisted and twinged, at war with his brain, which insisted that he had no idea how to take care of a cat, let alone a full-fledged person. Hell, he couldn’t even manage to keep his own life together! But... the look Cyno was giving him was enough to make him falter, his resolve weakening by the second. How many times had Cyno helped him, without question? And technically, wasn’t Alhaitham also turning to him, a trusted senior, to step in? With how much of a brick wall these two were, they’d likely leave a bowl of water and food, lock the door, and pretend this entire mess didn’t exist. But even if the “cat” turned out to be some dangerous menace to Sumeru, he was still just a kid, wasn’t he? It was hard to tell with all the grime and disarray, but Kaveh could never turn his back on someone in need. It didn’t matter if he didn’t know what he was doing—he had a soft spot for lost souls. He sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration, resigning to his fate, “This is a disaster waiting to happen.”

“Perhaps,” Alhaitham, ever the picture of composure, stood up, brushing invisible dust from his clothes as though this entire conversation wasn’t nearly as catastrophic as it felt, “But for now, it’s your disaster too.”.

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A few weeks had passed since Kaveh found himself reluctantly sharing his space with you—a strange, cat-like humanoid creature who seemed to have no sense of personal boundaries, let alone normal social conventions. Things, as he had feared, had barely improved. Kaveh leaned back in his chair, the creak of the wood echoing in the otherwise quiet room as he squinted up at the ceiling, silently counting the seconds until he would inevitably lose his patience. His life, it seemed, had morphed into an ongoing exercise in suppressing the instinctive desire to be a people-pleaser. Sure, he’d grown accustomed to dealing with clients who would endlessly revise their requests or scrap entire projects at the last minute, but this? This was an entirely different level. At least his clients didn’t sprawl across his desk or raid his fridge as though they were entitled to every last bite of food in the place. And they certainly didn’t follow him around like a persistent shadow, knocking over everything in their path.

Lately, your favorite pastime had been trailing after him, meticulously upending his carefully constructed systems. His drafting room—which had once been a sanctuary of messy but organized—had now become an unrecognizable battleground. Stacks of books, once aligned neatly on the floor, were scattered haphazardly, their contents not even spared the mercies of a half-hearted attempt at organization. More disturbingly, there were signs of clutter everywhere: empty plates left licked cleaned, crumbs scattered as though you’d been purposely grinding the bags into dust, and the occasional abandoned cloth or discarded paper—all remnants of your uninvited presence.

Today, Kaveh watched in silence, eyes narrowing as you sat cross-legged in the corner of the room, flipping through a book with the kind of careless disinterest that set his teeth on edge. Your tail swayed lazily behind you, brushing against the floor with a gentle brush, as though you weren’t inches away from toppling over a lamp if he didn’t keep a vigilant eye on you. It was frankly, unfair. Every time he glanced over, there you were—completely at ease in a space that used to be his own.

“You could at least sit in a chair like a normal person,” Kaveh said, his tone edged with the discontent that had been steadily building up inside him. He gestured toward the chair beside him, pulling it out with a theatrical flourish as though offering you a seat at some royal banquet, “I’m not asking for much here.”

“Chairs are uncomfortable,” you replied without sparing him so much as a glance, your voice casual, almost dismissive. How oddly familiar huh? “And besides, the floor’s warm from the sun.”

Before Kaveh could fire back, the soft sound of deliberate footsteps, accompanied by the faint clinking of bronze, sliced through the tension in the air. Oh, thank god—Alhaitham was home, so he could finally take you off his hands—

But when he turned to look, his words faltered in his throat. It wasn’t Alhaitham.

Instead, it was a young man with blue eyes, fair skin, and short midnight blue hair with choppy bangs falling over unimpressed eyes. Well, at least one of those details was right?

“You’ve certainly outdone yourself this time,” Wanderer remarked, his eyes sweeping over the room with a mix of bemusement and something Kaveh couldn’t quite place. Then his gaze landed on you, relaxed and utterly unfazed, lounging in the corner, “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve always had a remarkable talent for collecting problems.”

Kaveh’s eyes widened in confusion, his mind scrambling to process the unexpected sight. He had no idea what Wanderer was doing here, or why he’d chosen this exact moment to make his appearance. He didn’t even know the man all that well—certainly not well enough to waltz into his home and deal with the complete disaster Kaveh had found himself trapped in. Kaveh opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Instead, he let out an incredulous laugh, his hands trembling slightly.

“W-Wait, what?” Kaveh spun around, his mind struggling to catch up with the scene unfolding in front of him. He glanced from you to Wanderer, and then back to you again, his confusion intensifying with each passing second, “Why you? Why—what are you doing here?”

“Me? I was under the impression you were in need of assistance," Wanderer’s lips curled into a barely perceptible smirk, his voice dripping with the same wry tone he always carried. He leaned casually against the doorframe, the sound of his hat ornaments clicking against each other rings in the room, “You do seem to have a knack for making things... complicated.”

Without missing a beat, his gaze shifted back to you, scrutinizing you with a sharpness that almost seemed to pierce through the haze of frustration Kaveh was feeling, “And this must be the stray I’ve been hearing so much about.”

“Stray? Careful with your words, I bite,” You echoed the word with a flicker of annoyance, the corners of your mouth twitching downward as your eyes narrowed. Kaveh, too caught up in the whirlwind of thoughts, barely registered the subtle shift in the atmosphere—until he saw it. Small flecks of dark energy, swirling and bubbling up from the surface of the floor like ripples in a disturbed pool, were slowly spreading outward. Kaveh had never seen anyone—let alone you—manifest something like that before. Even when he was hauling your limp body away from his paint water, you only acted as a limp body, “Bold choice of words for someone who looks like they blew in on a bad breeze."

Wanderer didn’t so much as flinch at the jab or the unsettling energy bubbling from the floor. His gaze remained steady, almost bored, as his hand flicked in a smooth motion, summoning a frenzied swirl of anemo that danced wildly in his palm, his expression betraying no sign of concern. Meanwhile, your ears flicked back, irritation flaring within the depths of your gaze, but a sly, almost mischievous grin crept across your face, as though you were ready for whatever came next.

"Spirited, aren’t you?" he mused, his voice as dry and unaffected as ever, "Usually, that’s just a mask for trouble."

"And you’re all business? What, are you his boss now?" You punctuated your question with an almost mocking tilt of your head, letting the tension in the air thicken.

"No," he said bluntly, voice devoid of warmth. Wanderer’s lip curled slightly in disdain, the sharpness of his gaze intensifying as he responded in a tone colder than before, every word clipped with precision, "I don’t have the time—or the patience—to monitor his poor decisions. I’m here because someone asked me to keep an eye on the bigger picture."

"Enough!" Kaveh barked, his voice ricocheting off the walls as he sprang to his feet. His finger jabbed accusingly toward Wanderer, the motion sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room, "If you two want to start duking it out, take it outside! I’ve had enough of this nonsense!"

Wanderer’s gaze remained inscrutable, his expression as neutral as ever, though there was a subtle shift in his eyes—something fleeting, almost imperceptible. The swirling anemo energy in his palm began to wane, dissipating in a controlled, deliberate manner as he flicked his wrist dismissively. The unspoken truce also retracted your claws as the dark elemental energy drifted back into the shadows as if it had never appeared in the first place.

"Overseeing you is hardly necessary," Wander replied, his tone returning to its smooth and cold tone, "The results of your decisions speak for themselves."

He stepped closer, his gaze sharpening on Kaveh, "Are you really prepared to handle the mess you've made? Do you have even the slightest idea of what you've invited into your life? Or are you just fumbling along, hoping it’ll all sort itself out?"

Kaveh’s jaw tightened, fingers twitching as if he might snap at Wanderer, but the words stuck in his throat. His room was a disaster—papers scattered like confetti, books in disarray, and an undeniable scent of half-eaten food filling the air. It was a mess, sure, but it was his mess. He glanced toward you, still sprawled out in the corner like you owned the place, and for a moment, his frustration wavered.

Sure, you were a walking, talking disruption, eating him out of house and home. But... you hadn’t been all that bad. At least you hadn’t burned the place down or knocked over any shelves yet. You were mostly quiet when you weren’t eating his food or moving things around in what he was starting to suspect was some bizarre attempt at helping. It wasn’t perfect, but somehow, despite the mess, things could’ve been worse. With a resigned sigh, Kaveh rubbed his temple and shot a glance at Wanderer. Regardless, Kaveh had taken on the responsibility to house you, even if it was a reluctant decision, but you were still his responsibility. Kaveh let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before waving a hand in Wanderer’s direction as if to brush off his concerns.

“Okay, fine. I’ll admit it—you’re right. I don’t really know who he is, where he came from, or why he insists on eating everything in sight like they’ve been cursed by a bottomless pit of hunger,” He shot you a pointed look, but there was no real malice in it, “But if he truly wanted me dead—whether for my so-called ‘poor decisions’ or because I’m his only source of free food—I think he would’ve made his move by now. I mean, he's had plenty of opportunities.”

He gestured vaguely toward the mess around him. “Like the first night, he crashed here? I was out cold. He could’ve done anything. Poisoned my food, set the place on fire, stolen my mora, or even used me as a chew toy for whatever dark energy nonsense he's capable of,” Kaveh waved his hand dramatically as though painting a dire scenario, then stopped, folding his arms with a huff, “But no. What did he do? He ate their fill, curled up in a corner, and passed out. Hardly the behavior of someone plotting my untimely demise.”

Kaveh turned to Wanderer, his tone shifting from exasperated to firm as he pointed a finger at him, “So, yes, maybe I don’t have all the answers. But at the very least, he's my responsibility right now. If anything goes wrong, it’s on me—not you. And as far as I’m concerned, this house has survived enough without you adding to the chaos. So, if you’d be so kind as to, I don't know, maybe don’t blow the place up, yeah? I’d very much appreciate it. I’m already stressed enough without adding structural repairs to the list.”

There was a brief pause as Kaveh adjusted the collar of his shirt and muttered under his breath, “Honestly, you’d think this house has a giant target painted on it the way things keep happening…”

Wanderer fixed Kaveh with a look that could only be described as utterly unimpressed, letting the heavy silence hang between them like a drawn-out sigh. His blue eyes bounced between the two of you and the tiniest hint of a smirk curled at the corner of his hips. Instead, he leaned back ever so slightly, his posture oozing casual indifference, and gave a shrug so languid it might as well have been an insult in itself.

“Choice,” he began, his voice slow and razor-edged with that detached condescension that always managed to crawl under Kaveh’s skin. Seriously, now that he thinks about it, where did Wanderer even come from to perfect that tone? “It’s the crutch people lean on when they can’t face the fact that they’re at the mercy of fate. A comforting little delusion, isn’t it? But you—”

Wanderer's lips curved into the faintest shadow of a smirk as he gestured vaguely up and down at Kaveh, “You’ve made your bed, Kaveh. Now get comfy.”

Well. That was a rather optimistic outlook. Really did wonders for Kaveh's self-esteem. Thank you for the pep talk—truly inspiring. He needs a better social life, he can only have one pessimistic realist in his life stomping on his poor little emotional heart.

"It’s not about optimism; it’s about reality," Wanderer continues with a new teasing edge, as if reading Kaveh's mind which he really hopes isn't possible, "Not everything goes according to plan, but hey—That’s the fun part, isn’t it? Keeps life… unpredictable."

The way Wanderer said it made Kaveh’s irritation spike, as though he genuinely took pleasure in the spectacle unfolding before him—or more specifically, Kaveh’s exasperation. For a moment, Kaveh paused, his frustration giving way to a fleeting sense of disbelief at just how far things had spiraled out of control. It didn’t ease his headache, but it did make him wonder if the universe was playing some elaborate joke at his expense.

"Fun? This?" he shot back, gesturing wildly to the room. Books were scattered across the floor, random objects you’d somehow decided were yours cluttered every surface, and the whole space felt like it had been turned into your personal domain of disorder, "If this is your idea of fun, I don’t even want to imagine what you’d consider a total disaster!"

Wanderer’s lips curled even further, a light yet equally heavy laugh escaping him, "Well, you could always take notes. You’re already halfway there."

He gave Kaveh a long, appraising look, his eyes flashing with a mix of mild amusement and something resembling skepticism. Kaveh stood his ground, still bristling with frustration, but there was a strange, unwavering conviction in his posture. While he didn’t seem to be particularly impressed by the show of defiance, but there was something in his gaze—a flicker of reluctant respect. It wasn’t approval, Kaveh knew, but it was something. Perhaps Wanderer had expected him to fold under the pressure, to back down in the face of the power difference between them all, but Kaveh wasn’t that easily swayed. Without a word, Wanderer gave a dismissive wave, his hat tipped once and his cloak swirling as he turned to leave. The faintest remnants of anemo stirred around his feet as he moved, but he didn’t look back. His visit, brief yet harsh just as the winds he uses, hung in the air, almost an afterthought. The door closed quietly behind him, leaving Kaveh alone once again.

Kaveh exhaled slowly, tension seeping from his shoulders, and for a brief moment, the weight of the situation lifted. The main source of concern had left, but there was a strange sense of having passed some kind of unspoken test. He didn’t know what Wanderer had seen, if anything at all, but Kaveh felt... a little more resolved. Even if Wanderer thought he was making a mistake, Kaveh had decided. He was going to handle this. He would handle it, somehow.

He glanced around his room, still a mess, still a monument to his questionable decisions. But it was his responsibility, and no amount of judgment was going to change that.

“Is he always this warm and fuzzy? Must be fun at parties.”

And he already spoke too soon.

You had been silent for what felt like an eternity, tucked away in the corner like a quiet spectator to the whole scene. The back-and-forth between Kaveh and Wanderer had been something to behold, the tension so thick you could almost taste it in the air. You had sat there, content to watch, half-amused by the spectacle and half-interested in how Kaveh would handle it. The way his frustration simmered, the way Wanderer barely seemed to care—it was all too entertaining. But now, the storm had passed. The tension had broken, and the silence in the room had settled into a comfortable lull. You could almost feel the scene winding down like a well-performed act. So, as the sound of Wanderer's footsteps faded, you finally pushed yourself up from the corner, stretching leisurely, and let a sly, mischievous grin spread across your face. The playful glint in your eyes returned, a clear signal that you were about to add your own touch to the show.

“You two have a weird vibe,” you remarked, still stretched out lazily on the floor, your posture an unholy mix of casual indifference and quiet mischief, “Are all your friends this charming?”

Kaveh gave you an exasperated glance, a thin line between his brows deepening as he muttered under his breath, “Not a friend. We're barely acquaintances.”

The words hung in the air, but you hardly noticed the growing tension. It only seemed to entertain you more. The silence between the two of you stretched for a few moments, thick and palpable until you broke it once again—oblivious to the discomfort you were causing. You propped yourself up on one elbow, looking over at Kaveh with a grin that was equal parts mischievous and playful.

“You’re a good guy, Kaveh. I think I might stick around longer,” you said, voice light and teasing, though there was an edge of sincerity buried under your usual nonchalance. However, in spite of your sincerity, Kaveh’s eyes narrowed, lips pressing into a thin line as if trying to will your words away.

“Not a chance,” he shot down bluntly, his tone more biting now, though the faintest trace of amusement tugged at the corner of his mouth, “This isn’t permanent.”

You let his words slide right off, your grin only growing wider, a silent challenge in your eyes. With a lazy flick of your tail, you topple the lamp that Kaveh had sent you too many warning glances at, completely unbothered. “Sure. Whatever you say.”

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Hi, thank you for reading! I couldn't explore the full lore of this reader, but if you're interested in knowing more, please reach out to the original creator: @thezboss

[belle--ofthebrawl]

I wish you would write a fic about just how much of a crush Aurora has on Mountain (bc I cannot stop thinking about the harvest blessing fic)

I don't know if this is what you wanted but it's what I wrote and we all have to deal with that now. (Bonus just for you: weird ghoul lore)

Aurora was born of gluttony. All tongue and teeth and wailing starvation, no matter how much she stuffed into her small body it was never enough. She remembers the clawing ache of hunger in her stomach more than anything else of her time in the pit. Her fellow hunters learned to leave when she was in the area very quickly; lest they be considered prey as well.

Aeon was the exception to this. He tried to steal her food, a downed behemoth who's killer she had killed and eaten in turn, stomach still hollow with the desire to feed. She’d been near mindless when she fought him and feeling the poke of his cock on her belly awakened her to an entirely new form of hunger.

This one at least, was easier to satiate.

“You're quintessence, like me.” He'd panted in the afterglow. “You're not going to survive on what everyone else does.”

She kissed him, and tasted his emotions on a tongue she felt no desire to chew on. When he slid his fingers inside her, curves them just right, she finally felt full when she whispered her name and he whispered it back in reverent awe.

Two mouths were surprisingly easier to feed than just her own, she was pleased to discover. And though a duo-pack was hardly a respectable number, she grew fiercely protective of Aeon, forever grateful for the way he took care of her appetite no matter how it reared its ugly head.

And walking through the portal with him, hand in hand to their new lives, was the closest thing to a blessing she would ever receive. This body could eat and be filled for much longer than her old one.

This was how she fell in love with Mountain. After an eternity of fending for herself, for Aeon when his head ached too much to hunt, there came this giant of a ghoul that radiated nothing but acceptance. His first action was to give her a soft blanket and lead her to a table where she sat down and was served food she couldn't have even dreamed of before. Bread that was soft with a crackling crust, a hearty golden soup he showed her to dip it in. Meat falling off the bone, she never thought cooked meat would taste better than raw. And he let her snap the bone to scrape out the marrow, even offering her a strange and soft paste to mix it in. He called it butter. He filled what was empty, asked her how she felt and when she fell asleep at the table after gorging herself, he had picked her up and carried her to a wide, square nest space and tucked her in. She fed on the kindness of the action unconsciously and woke with the knowledge he would provide for their odd little pack.

Love as a romantic act was unfamiliar to her. She loved Aeon, but it was a different feeling from what she felt towards Mountain. Aeon was practical and familiar; she knew him like the back of her hand. She wanted to prove herself to the large earth ghoul, prove that should he ever be incapacitated, she could care for him as well as he cared for everyone else.

Hunting on earth was different. She wasn't used to small prey. But she was a quick learner and soon presented the earth ghoul with a clutch of dead creatures with long ears and soft fur, plump and well fed on the lush vegetation of the surface, to see what he could do with them.

And he taught her how to cook. He let her have the second fattest “rabbit” for herself, to snack on as he readied his knives and pans and bottles. She learns about brining, and seasoning and cooking meat slowly so it was juicy and flavorful. Hell was so hot that corpses burned up quickly, devoid of the magic intrinsic to surviving the flames, so all meals had to be as quick as possible. This “slow-cooking” is maddening, but he opens a cupboard, unwraps something and gives her a large rectangle of foodstuff the color of rich, fertile earth. It smells bitter with an underlying sweetness and she nibbles the corner of it, savoring the way it melts and spreads over her taste buds. When she eats it, there are little crunchy bones mixed in and he laughs when she tells him this.

“Almonds.” He corrects. “Dark chocolate with almond toffee.”

Her purr when he ruffles her hair startles them both. 

“Like hearing that.” He says. “Better sound than your stomach rumbling, huh?”

She decides she's going to give him a thousand chocolate bars in return if he keeps looking at her like that, with an emotion so fulfilling it keeps her satisfied for three days straight. Even when the rabbit stew is done, she doesn't take a huge portion for herself like she usually does. She lets others eat as much as she wants, pride welling up when Mountain tells them she caught the rabbits and they congratulate her with with wide smiles and warm eyes. 

She kisses him after the clean up. With a full belly and full heart, she's still got a third appetite to calm. He understands without words. Takes her to his bedroom where he put her through an agonizingly slow warm up. Prepares her until she's tender and dripping, tests her with his fingers and fits himself in; they feast on each other until the sun sets through one window and rises again in the other.

She still bites him though. Sometimes she still doesn't understand which hunger drives her, but he's willing to help her navigate it. Sometimes this emotion is so much she feels it fill her stomach up completely, crawl up her throat and she waits to choke on it but she never does. And with his help too, she learns to say the words that help it stop hurting her in such a strange and wondrous way.

I love you.

[voraciousvore]

The Tiny (Chapter 5)

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Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+! Extreme vorniness and masturbation

Word Count: 2063

------ Chapter 5: The Next Morning ------

Wriggling on my chest awakens me. My brain, still foggy from sleep, dimly recalls that I passed out with the human woman resting on me. She’s pinned under my hand. I curl my fingers around her and sit up in bed, yawning wide. The look of fear she gives me in response concerns me, so I attempt to mollify her with a disarming smile.

Gosh, she looks so cute and delicious, tucked in my fist. I instantly conjure up a sugary fantasy of sticking her on a towering stack of pancakes, slathering her with butter, and pouring syrup over the top. Or stuffing her into a breakfast burrito with eggs, cheese, and sausage. Her flavor is so versatile, she’d match up with just about any food pairing I can dream of…

My stomach grumbles eagerly with hunger. The woman blanches and shrinks back with a weak cry. My face drops and I shrivel up with embarrassment. I’m such an idiot. Did I forget I ate her last night? I just woke up and I’m already grappling with my cravings. It’s going to be a long day.

“Um… I’ll get some breakfast right away,” I mumble, too ashamed to say much else. I hop out of bed with haste, causing Jackie to lurch wildly in my hand. Oops. It’s hard to slow my pace when I’m so galvanized to fill my belly. I try to keep my strides smooth as I hurry into the kitchen. I plop Jackie on the dining room table to keep her away from me while I cook, so I’m not tempted to dunk her in the batter or fry her up with the sausage links. Even so, my mind lingers on her the whole time I’m preparing my meal, obsessing over her, gnawing on her.

I bring my plate, loaded with pancakes and sausage, over to the table and give Jackie a modest portion before demolishing my own. I know it would be best to restrain my gluttony around her, so as not to distress her further, but I can’t hold myself back as I shovel mountains of glorious food into my greedy, slavering maw.

I’m so desperately hungry, but the meal does little to satisfy me. I know what I really want to eat. My eyes dart over to the tiny lady alongside my plate. She hasn’t touched her breakfast, and refuses to go anywhere near my dish. She’s stricken white as a ghost. I’m strongly tempted to snatch her up and shove her into my mouth, to give me some temporary relief, but her terrified expression gives me pause.

I don’t want to hurt her again. I don’t want her to be scared of me. Instead of grabbing her, I scoop up her entire breakfast with my fork and swallow it down in a single gulp. I finish my meal with a sigh, patting my gut morosely. It’s not enough. It will never be enough. I want a human inside me. I want that comforting warm fullness, the wriggling of live prey in my stomach. I want Jackie.

I need to physically separate myself from her, before I do something I’ll regret. “I’m going to get cleaned up and get some work done,” I inform her. I don’t ask for permission before I grasp her in my hand and carry her back to my bedroom. I’m getting a lot more grabby, more insistent, less controlled. I doubt she would’ve agreed anyway, but it troubles me that my willpower is degrading so rapidly.

“Stay here a moment while I go shower and dress,” I say, placing her on the bed. Hopefully it will put her mind at ease to be away from me for a little while, so she won’t feel so trapped—even though she is. She sits where I left her as I gather up some clothes and leave the room.

I seclude myself in the bathroom, struggling to reign in my legendary esurience. I turn the shower to scalding hot and boil under the stream. The droplets lapping my skin help to center me. I need to be strong, stoic, patient. I must maintain control. I think about Jackie, and my hand drifts down to my abdomen, then lower, to my groin. I stop myself with confusion. What am I doing?

I step out of the shower in a cascade of steam, dry off, and throw on my clothes. I comb down my hair and brush my teeth and look at my reflection in the mirror. When I’m all tidy and groomed, I look like a distinguished gentleman, not a terrible man-eating beast. I can only hope I won’t lose myself in my madness. Resolute, I open the door to the hall.

I’m about to return to the bedroom, when a scent trail hits my nose. I pause, a primitive hunting instinct scratching the inside of my skull. The predator in me is aroused, and my mouth waters in anticipation. I prowl down the hall into the living room, drinking in the scent with rising excitement. I follow the tantalizing fragrance to its source. She’s hidden from view, but I can pinpoint her position with exacting precision.

“Jaclyn?” I inquire, struggling to sound normal. “Are you hiding under the couch?” Although I don’t intend to frighten her, my rapacious side takes over and I lift the couch with ease to reveal my prize. She’s there, all right, crouching among the dust bunnies. She squeals and scrabbles across the floor on her rear, cowering with unrestrained fear, hands above her head. So feeble, so flimsy, like she could get blown away with a gust of breath.

I frown as my more rational sense returns to me. “You’re… still so frightened of me, aren’t you?” I ask with a tinge of despair. The answer is obvious, with her blatant response. There’s raw, visceral terror reflected in her eyes, the terror of a person staring down the hollow sockets of the rotted visage of death. She nods, her face shining with tears.

“Would you… feel better if I left you alone for a while?” Perhaps some distance would be best for the both of us. I replace the couch, careful not to slam it down, and walk away, leaving her in her hiding spot.

Melancholy and guilt seep into my heart. I’m not happy with this situation at all. I don’t want her to feel unsafe around me, to the point where she refuses to be anywhere near me. As silly as it may sound, I feel lonely and rejected, deeply wounded by how she views me. Secretly, I want to hold her, to keep her close and safe and happy. I don’t want to be a threat to her at all; I want her to trust me.

I understand, of course, that such a dream is absurd. She’ll never see me as anything more than a devilish brute. I go into my den and try to get some work done, to get my mind off my troubles. My projects occupy me for a little while, but a part of my brain is fixated on that tasty speck of a person under the couch.

I begin to fantasize. She’s not far away. She’s real—warm flesh and blood—and soooooo scrumptious. I could slink out of my office, over to the couch, snake an arm underneath, and seize her. She’d be terrified, writhing helplessly against my huge fingers. I’d slide her over the threshold of my lips, through my pearly gates of teeth to the squishy carpet of my sensitive taste buds. Ohhhhh, I can just imagine…

I catch myself and stop. I’m breathing heavily, moist with perspiration, my blood rushing through my head. I look down with disquiet. I didn’t realize in the heat of passion I had unbuckled my pants. My hand is wrapped around my big, hard, throbbing cock. Precum drips out of the tip like spittle into my underwear.

I freeze up. Am I… sexually attracted to humans? I had never considered the question before, hadn’t even consciously entertained the thought. Yet, when I think about eating that lovely, tiny woman… my heart thumps, my lifeblood races to my belly and crotch, an unbearable yearning ravages me... And I can’t deny that massive boner in my pants.

My stomach groans, as if annoyed by my neglect. I’m hungry again. I huff with frustration. Hungry and horny, what a wild combination. I stick my erection back into my underwear and button up my pants, face flushed. I wipe off the saliva dribbling down my chin with my sleeve. Ugh. I’m so wretched.

I need to eat again. I need to separate myself from this situation, before I fall to temptation.

I decide to leave the house. Jackie will be okay, sequestered under the couch. If she runs away, I will find her; I won’t let anyone else have her. I glance over to the living room furniture with longing tugging at my gut, before I tear myself away to shod my feet and leave. I drive to the grocery store to pick out some expensive meats. Even when surrounded by all the food I could dream of, Jackie never vacates my thoughts. All other victuals seem soulless and empty by comparison. I buy some thick ribeye steaks and return home.

She hasn’t budged from her hiding place. Guilt creeps up my throat as I recall eating her breakfast this morning, when I was unable to reign in my gluttony. The poor dear is probably getting hungry, but too spooked to request a meal. I make a tiny lunch for her, and a light sandwich for myself, pretending that she’s stuffed between the bread slices. I really ought to eat more, but normal food is unpalatable to me at the moment. I present her share to the floor in front of the couch with a bottle cap of water, not acknowledging the enticing presence underneath, and retreat to my study.

Any semblance of focus or work eludes me. I jerk off instead, daydreaming about all the nasty, unspeakable things I want to do to my miniscule captive. I don’t just want to eat her; I want to play with her, like a cat with a mouse. I imagine batting her to and fro between my palms when she runs across the table, before snatching her up. Using her like a toy, however I please. Savoring her in my mouth before swallowing her down. Perfect.

Her little face, disfigured with terror, surfaces in my memory. I stop, my dick still gripped in my sweaty hand. What kind of a sick man am I, to indulge in such warped perversions? Jackie doesn’t deserve such cruelty. Another wave of revulsion and guilt wrecks me, like a sailing boat buffeted by the sea and dashed to splinters on a rocky cliffside. I’m a disaster. I should be ashamed of myself.

I sit in my chair for a while, staring down at my exposed pork sword with humiliation, hating myself for what I am. I haven’t even touched my sandwich, despite the unrelenting ferocity of my appetite. I’m a contradictory mess. I want her to adore me, to match my own obsession with an equal fervency. Yet, I want to use her, to hurt her, to snuff out her life to satisfy my own urges. In my perfect fantasy, I could ingest her without killing her, maybe even with her as a willing participant, and still treat her with tender love and care, like the special, lovely little lady that she is.

But I can’t. It’s physically impossible. We’re incompatible. I choke on my own bitterness. I take the sandwich and hurl it into the garbage can beside my desk, tears threatening to prick my eyes. Maybe I should just get it over with. I can’t take this torture much longer. Just slaughter her and be done with it.

My blood curdles at the thought. I came so close to ending her last night. If I did that, she’d be gone forever. I’d be alone again—so agonizingly alone. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. My stomach whines and I pound my desk with my fist in an outburst of frustration. I pull up my pants and glance out the window. The day is evaporating into darkness.

Dinnertime.

Chapter 6

[darksideofthemoonbot]

Slaanesh

As I previously covered my favourite chaos god, Nurgle, I thought I'd go on to my second favourite: Slaanesh. Not my favourite but the one I relate to the most. Fair warning, this gets personal and not especially amusing. Rather dark actually.

For context to start: I have chronic pain, fibromyalgia stemming from childhood trauma, since I was nine years old. I also have significant mental health issues for which I get therapy and medication. I have only been treated for the chronic pain for a few years, after about 27 years of literal constant torture by my own nervous system.

I understand obsession and chasing the next sensation. Of extremes of passion and self destructive indulgences. I self medicated in various ways for a long time. I am also, as I joke sometimes, a "recovering yandere". I've had times where I've become so obsessed with someone I only know online, that I spent the entire day staring at a message screen waiting for a reply, despite them probably being at work or otherwise busy; because interacting with them was the only thing that mattered and gave my life purpose. New sensations, greater sensations, were always needed to escape the torture chamber of my body.

On a lighter note: on to the circles of seduction

Avidity – I grew up in the 80s and 90s, when "greed is good" was really taking hold in public consciousness. Despite that, this temptation has rarely been much of a love of mine. I collect sins as a hobby but my desire for money has not generally been for money's sake, more on that later.

Gluttony – for so long, food was more an annoyance to me than anything. The suffering drowned out any enjoyment so it was merely a tedious habit I had to partake in to survive.

However! Now that I am getting treatment, I can enjoy things again. And the lack of familiarity with pleasure from food makes it so intense sometimes! Most recently I had a peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich on generic store-bought whole wheat bread. It was so good. Unbelievably good. My mouth tingled so much it tickled and I almost had to stop eating. The savoury all natural peanut butter, the sweet tang of the jelly, and the soft squishy texture of the bread. Oh dear gods it was heavenly.

Carnality – this seems to be what people first think of when they think of Slaanesh, which to people not on the ace spectrum is probably obvious. For a long time I thought I was ace. No interest, in fact I was hostile to the idea due to trauma. But trauma response is not the same as being ace, and it turns out I am not. Very not. Switch/vers, bi. And in a committed relationship of 24 years with a partner who has no complaints, heh.

Paramountcy – power, control, influence. These are a heady wine for many. I have considered running for local office, school board or something, with ambitions to perhaps state level. Not that I have the means, I am regrettably disabled and the demands of power are too much for me. Doesn't stop me dreaming. And thinking I am more worthy than others to wield such power. Perhaps foolishly.

Vainglory – remember greed above? This is where it gets me. I don't want money for money sake; I want it for all the good I could do with it. Buy and forgive debt. Start businesses that pay better and sell lower. Scholarships. Political influence to improve people's lives materially. Providing food to those in need free of charge. Building low/no rent but well maintained housing. Just do a whole lot of good with vast fortunes. Because then people will love me, cherish me, praise me for my largesse kindness. I will be invited to all the public events, have hospitals named after me, get messages of gratitude from all those I've helped. To be worshipped, in a secular way, for my use of my money. And yet remain rich, for after a certain threshold money compounds upon itself indefinitely.

Indolency – here's the circle where I die. I am... so tired. Decades of misery have drained me. Medications sap my energy even as they reduce my pain. I've had long swathes of time where I'd go to bed around 21:00 and sleep until 10:00. And then nap in the afternoon. Napping in fact was my chief hobby for many years. I didn't know relaxation until recently, as I was always tense; trying to hold myself up so less of me was pressed on a surface, because it hurt. I still struggle to relax and let a bed or chair hold me up without my effort. It is an alien sensation, frightful in a way, as though I will fall through the world if I let go.

The Palace of Pleasure – no line uncrossed, no barrier unbroken, no debasement too low, no extreme too high. Worry not, dear reader, I do in fact have scruples. But I relate to the notion well. After half a lifetime of senses dulled by endless unchanging aches and an unbalanced mind, I yearn. I yearn for all those experiences that many take for granted. The joy of a sandwich, the thrill of minor ambition, the softness of restorative rest. Pleasure. It isn't what I expected. I imagined pleasure as a passive feeling, a relaxation and untroubled feeling. A soothing of the pain, I couldn't imagine more. Yet it is more than that. It feels very much like the opposite of pain, an intense and sometimes stabbing sensation. A good one. Like a pain but you want to experience it. Pleasure can be so good and so intense, a mirror of what life used to be.

And I want more.

[alinalioness]

Alina and the chocolate factory Chapter 2: In search of a ticket.

The next morning.

In the morning, where the sun was, Tricky leads his friends in winter clothes outside.

Alina: Tricky let's take our time, it's the weekend anyway.

Tricky: But you have to see it.

They leave the courtyard and go to the pillar.

Grumpy: And do we have to go straight in the morning when we could continue to sleep?

SpongeBob: Look.

Everyone was surprised to see a small crowd of people near the pillar.

Squidward: Even they have some kind of event?

Later, when people left, they were surprised to see a poster on the pillar. They approached him while Alina began to read it.

"Dear people"

" I'm announcing a competition. Whoever gets a five-gold ticket for everyone should visit my factory with a child. One of them will receive a special prize."

"Willy Wonka"

Alina: Willy Wonka... Does he really exist? But maybe it's obvious that he's just an ordinary person.

Carlin: Hmm... listen up. Don't get me wrong, but I suggest that we spend the New Year just taking a guided tour.

Daisy: How do you want Alina?

Alina: Well... I don't really get involved in any events. Although somehow I wanted to try sweets from him.

Balan: Then we have to find a ticket. If we don't get it, then the kindest child will get it anyway... You got it. What if there are spies somewhere? Anyway, some people are not passionate about the event and do not even like sweets.

Lance: Although on the other hand, we don't know who will get it. After all, we know what's really there.

Alina: Which means we have to help him.

Cristine: Right.

Alina: Then we'll split up, go to our cities. Just as fast. But we will open it when we get together in our d.

Others: Yes.

Alina: And...

Heroes: Together, stronger, hurray!

Everyone is divided into their cities where some of them live. Let's start with the girls. Alina and the girls found a candy store where there were few people.

Alina: I think we need to go around.

Daisy: Let me try it. I'll take off and find it (Flies to the store).

Lula: Just be careful.

Daisy is flying in search of a chocolate with the inscription Willy Wonka. She immediately noticed the latter and immediately took it.

Daisy: Yes, I got it. It remains to be paid and that's it.

In the Shararam.

The Kikoriki were looking for a candy store and found it. They noticed one last Willy Wonka chocolate.

Krash: The last chocolate.

Kikoriki's children went up to the store while the adults noticed that the news was being shown on TV. They immediately approached that other round residents.

Leader: Good afternoon, people of the whole world. Today we will win a ticket to the factory very well. All many people, dreaming of getting into the factory, are looking for chocolates everywhere. Surprisingly, while they were looking, the first person to find a ticket was August Gloop from Germany (the Kikoriki were surprised).

At the butcher shop.

People were taking pictures of a fat boy August holding a ticket while his mom was standing next to him.

German: How did you manage to find the golden ticket?

August: When I wanted to buy and eat chocolate. I felt something in my mouth. And it wasn't chocolate... not a nut... not a coconut... not nut butter... and I found the golden ticket.

German: How will you celebrate it?

August: I'll have another chocolate.

August's mother: I am proud of my son because he eats a lot.

In the Shararam.

The Kikoriki were shocked by this until the others came up with the chocolate. Moreover, they were also surprised by this.

Krash: August was able to find a ticket because of greed and gluttony.

Carlin: As long as we find one chocolate, we can go home.

In the shop if Bikini Bottom.

SpongeBob and his friends were going to the store, searching Willy Wonka's chocolate.

SpongeBob: And how are we going to find them if there are a lot of people who want to get into the factory so badly?

Sandy: We will not rush, we know that not everyone is given good luck from the search for happiness. It comes from kindness.

Patrick:(He approaches his friends while eating chocolate) Imagine guys, I found five Willy Wonka chocolates and ate one. And I left four for you.

SpongeBob: Patrick, (Took four chocolates) you just found Willy Wonka's chocolates.

Squidward: Only we're getting fined for it.

Sandy: Nothing, but we will pay for the fine and for the chocolates.

Meanwhile, with BWW.

Balan, Lance, Olivia and Sicily left the candy store while Leo, Emma, Max and Irina ran up to them.

Balan: Well, did you find it?

Leo: No, all people manage to find Wonka's chocolate, but not a ticket.

Later, they were joined by Jose, Yuri, their costumes and Negabosses.

Jose: We didn't find Wonka's chocolate.

Yuri: Just as fast as the speed of light.

Later, Fiona, Haoyu, their costumes and Negabosses came.

Fiona: There are no sweets in the shops on the beach.

Later, Sana, Eis, Cal, Lucy, their costumes and Negabosses joined.

Cal: There aren't any in the mall either. They ran away in all the shops.

Balan: Perhaps it remains to hope for the rest.

Cass and Attilio: Found!

They noticed them with costumes and Negabosses running up to them. Cass was just holding the chocolate.

Cass: We found the chocolate.

Attilio: Just the last one.

Cutier Girl: In the park of Christmas roses.

Olivia: Now we have to wait for the others.

Iben: Guys! (They noticed her) Look at what's on TV right now!

She was standing outside the TV store, along with Bruce, their costumes and Negabosses. The others came up to them and were surprised to see a rich family in a rich house. People took pictures of the girl holding the ticket while she was standing with her parents. And it was no one like Veruca herself.

Veruca: V-e-r-u-c-a. Veruca Salt.

Mr. Salt: Thousands of tiles. Hundreds of thousands of people were looking for a ticket. When it became known about this, my daughter wanted to find a ticket.

Before.

Mr. Salt comes to the microphone. He was the boss of a nut factory where women opened nuts.

Mr. Salt: Good afternoon, ladies. Finish opening the nuts and start opening the chocolates. (Women begin to open nuts. He tells) We searched for two whole days, and my daughter was upset.

Veruca:(Angry) Where is my golden ticket? I want a golden ticket.

Mr. Salt: Honey, be patient for a while.

In the factory nuts.

Suddenly one of the workers found one golden ticket. She decided to put it in her pocket, but Mr. Salt refused to let her. At home, a spoiled girl throws her briefcase aside and he gives her a ticket.

Veruca: Dad, I want another pony.

In the present tense.

Balan: Nothing. A very instructive surprise awaits her. Meanwhile, go home. (He takes out his phone and calls Freddy) Hi Freddy.

One grid appears where Freddy is.

Freddy: Hello. How's it going?

Balan: Cass and Attilio were able to find the chocolate. It was also said that Veruca was able to find the golden ticket, but not honestly.

Freddy: I don't know what other spoiled children will appear. Probably the same.

Bonnie: Found! We found one chocolate!

Freddy: Great! (To Balan) We just found chocolate.

Balan: Great news.

And so the others also found one chocolate bar (I'm just too lazy). Later, they all returned to the hero's house.

Alina: How's it going?

Carlin: Everything is fine. We also heard the news that August found the first ticket.

Emma: And we found out in Highland Isle that Veruca had found a second ticket.

Alina: Well, I hope so. We won't have two tickets. Otherwise it will be... I don't know how to say it. Well, let's open it.

They slowly begin to open the chocolates. As soon as they opened it, there was no ticket in any of them. But the heroes were not upset.

Bokko: Well, it didn't work out.

Alina: But we will make a chocolate filling with sweets from them. We haven't started cooking yet.

Olga: Great idea. We will make more rolls, gingerbread and other things out of them. Everyone to the kitchen.

They went to the kitchen to cook New Year's dishes.

To be continued...

[scarletgemstone]

dracula hungry for another one

Disiclamer i own nothing everything belongs to the rightful owners please go and support them and be nice

(dracula’s castle is seen as jonathan wakes up in front of the door with he gets up and gose in )

Narrator” you don’t look like you belong here(jonhathan finds a lantern) did you pinch yourself to see if you’d wake up from a nightmare or could you still be asleep”

(jonhathen is seen sneaking around as the brides and count invite him in a living room)

Jonathan” i tell myself  it’s all a dream (he gets sleepy) and monsters are not all they seem”

(jonhathan wakes up in a bed with his candle on a night stand he takes it and leaves the room and walks down the hail way)

Narrator”you took a fall into the maw were hungers always peaking (some vampires are seen feeding) all we got for cargo are the meats for feasting (johnathan hides) lots of chomping jaws and rotten teeth for eating button up your coat this submarine is leaking”

(johnathan is hiding as bats fly around and the brides crawling on the walls)

Jonathan” i’m stuck in the dungeon (sees the bats) with some ugly company watching me hungrily  stumbling bumbling (he runs) thundering after me clutching their cutlery ducking and jumping they’re above and under me all of them wanna just smother and butter me gut me and dunk me in gravy  to cover me hide in a cupboard but not in the oven i don’t want go in that pot they got bubbling could i be sleeping cause i don't feel slumbery (his seen going through tunnels) tumble through tunnels their gonna discover me i’m on a boat  but it’s not any luxury (johnathan opens a door and slides under it before it closes) all that i got is my cunning to comfort me “

(two men are seen loding boxes to the castle as jonathan looks on through a window)

Jonhathan” if i get luckly somebody wil come for me time i depart from my prison under the sea take me away where the sun is abundant and give me some grub that i honestly wanna eat cause i’m fed up with this stuff i’ve been stomaching (his stomtcah growls and holds in pain) sick of this scum my tummy is grumbling (sees a loaf of bread) should i succumb to my hunger i’m wondering will i become a victim of gluttony?”

(john is seen hiding from the castles resentents)

Narrator” this nightmare ain’t over (johnathan looks out a window) i watched my window for the morning sun i know it’s over i’ll just be hunger for another one hungyr for another one (gluttony is over run) hungry for another one (wonder where your coming from) hungry for another one (do you know what you’ll become you’ll become are you hungry for another one)”

(the count is seen holding a mirror)

Dracula” oh mirror mirror how the face you show disgusts me (throws the mirror out the window) find me a child for whose youth my heart is hungry (johnathan hides in a box with earth in it) your vanity will eventually lead to your demise humanity a profanity under watchful eyes “

(johnathan gose through the catcacomes )

Jonathan” how can it be who sent for me a better question why  at the end of these dreadful fantasies i hope the sun will rise” 

(the count brings a child to his brides and they feed)

Narrator” but until the sun is up we’d better greet our guest with the wonderful buffet where all the meat is fresh they don’t even to eat this is so grotesque at least i’m not alone i hope the nomes know best “

(johnathan is seen letting a a nome out of a cage )

Narrator “hey follow us and you might make it alive (a rat is eating one) even thought not many of us survive (john hugs one) give me a hug tell me it’s alright whatever you do just stay out of sight powerful eyes watch all the time don’t ever step in the light that they shine (johanthan gets hunger again as a nome offers some food) we’ll give you something for your appetite the number six is the end of the line”

(johnathan bites the nomes neck and drink it’s blood)

Narrator” this nightmar ain’t over i watch my window for the moring sun i know when it’s over i’ll just be hungry for another one hungry for another one (gluttony is overfun) hungry for another one (wonder were your coming from) (shadow kids are seen) hungry for another one (do you know what you’ll become you’ll become) are you hungry for another one”

(johnathan is sneaking around the count’s room as the brides try to find him)

Jonathan” i’ve never been easily frighten  by the wrost in all my dreams was once a nightmare is bursting at the seams (johnathan trys to sneak past the brides) as i try to get by their eyes stare feel them burning into me did they come to have a good time here or where they force to feed (johnathan’s hair begins to turn white as he clutches his stomach in pain ) stomach is turing and churing with greed (shadow jonathan apperes behind jonathan) has someone cursed me i’m yearning to eat (shadow jonathan”eat) need something fresher than bread or dead meat (sees a rat and grabs it johnathan’s teeth becomes fangs and hair is white as he bit it’s neck) i want it to squirm in my teeth”

(johnanthan is seen with blood dripping from his mouth his hair is white and his eye’s are red shadows spin around as he walks down a hail way)

(he makes it to the count with a mirror and faces him)

Narrator” this nightmare ain’t over i watch my window for the moring sun i know when it’s over i’ll just be hungry for another one (the mirror blasted the count back) hungry for another one (gluttony has over run) hungry for another (wonder where your coming from) (the count grabs jonathan by  the throat ) hungry for another one”

Dracula” do you know what you’ll become”

Narrator” you’ll become you’ll become are you hungry for another one”

[kharrisdawndancer]

DWC - November 2023 - Day 2 - Success/Sin

A night in her own bed was usually a success, though not always. She would count this one. She stretched and gave a soft sigh, intending to rouse, but then pulled her blanket over her head again. Tinnaire had never been a morning person. Not that it was morning anymore. (Sloth)

The sun was well past noon by the time Tinnaire had bathed and eaten, but even so her feet dragged. Her coffee had been quaffed and no less than three delicious scones smeared with jam, butter, and clotted cream had been devoured (Gluttony). There was nothing keeping her from heading back out to where she’d been working in the Dream.

She smiled softly to herself as she locked up, tracing one of the old runes etched into her door jamb before stepping away. Her pack was resettled on her shoulder and her hair done in a practical braid down her back. However, her eyeliner was sharp and her lipstick glossy. (Pride)

Her route took her by a familiar haunt; he lived in the same district, after all! She knocked, but no answer came. Something else had Andaeros’s attention, or someone. And with a pursing of lips and a lifting of her chin, she moved on. (Envy)

Leaving Silvermoon was easy. She opened her spirit to the mana of the portal magistrix, Tinnaire more than pleased by the thrumming arcane. She licked her lips and shivered, drawing just a sliver extra from the transmutation of it. Her heart raced everytime. (Lust)

She supposed Greed and Wrath were both ribboned around her work with the other mercenaries. Greedy for belonging, friendship, and the hope of the world tree that was being born. Wrath for the ones who would extol their own sins as the only virtues left on Azeroth.

Tinnaire looked up at the canopy as if in prayer, knowing some of her sins. mentions: @andaerosdawnflare

@daily-writing-challenge

[feverdream-society]

My favorite part of fandom is making this specific list

[spooky-cherry]

A stupid but cute doodle I made to comfort myself.

[dummieartz]

Butter doodle 💜

Please play dreams of gluttony it's so good

Butter belongs to @uminoaoi

[pesiko]

MARK LEE ONESHOT RECS

Aria - chose to believe you weren’t in love with him [36k]

Unspoken - pianist Mark Lee was your inspiration [32k]

Launch - dreaming to be the first man on the moon [26k]

A Clouded Fate - “call it quits, call it destiny” M [17.2k]

La Vie en Rose - how do you ruin your ex gf’s wedding [15k]

Mark Lee’s Gluttony - you suffer the consequences [13.5k]

Realize - he avoided what needed to be confronted [12.5k]

Amor Libertatis - fisherman Mark and a princess [12.4k]

Sunflower - when he isn’t making you hyperventilate [11.5k]

Book Hogger - holding onto that book for 2 months [10.1k]

Daydream - 90s AU, summer meant being home [8.2k]

Seasons - royalty AU, may change but I love you [7.9k]

Blind Love - he is more than just your best friend [7.2k]

Pretty Boy - in which Mark Lee has a crush on you M [7.1k]

Among the Stars - “or will I have to rip it off you?” [6.9k]

Fight for You - making a deal with a certain knight [6.8k]

The One with the Internship - turns out they’ve met [6.3k]

The World is Ending and I’m With You [6.1k]

Paper Scribbles - wishing he did things differently [6k]

Mark Lee Sucks at Technology - social influencer AU [5.8k]

The First Time - first time with your boyfriend M [5.4k]

Meeting Death’s Son - you’re suddenly being chased [5.4k]

Superhero - he promised to be your spiderman [5.3k]

A Fairy King and an Elven Warrior Walk Into a Nerd.. [4.4k]

Little Surfer Girl - skater Mark and a surfer girl [4.4k]

Good Enough - “but I love you, isn’t that enough?” [4.3k]

The One with All the Spoilers - the only ones left [4.2k]

Dark Cloud - time in quarantine w your roommate M [4.1k]

A Poem Titled You - he embodied a lot good things [3.6k]

Counting Puppies - caring for pups w stranger Mark [3.5k]

Miscommunication - he thinks his flirting is obvious [3.5k]

Serendipity - breaking into an apt for peanut butter [3.4k]

Lights Out - reassuring him when he has doubts [3.4k]

Comfortable - the kind of boy you’d have a crush on [3k]

Throwaway - you n Mark are paired for another mission [3k]

The One with the Tattoo - sudden disappearing tattoo [2.7k]

Summer Endings - the one that kept your heart warm [2.7k]

Liar - he knows how to lie and he knows you [2.5k]

Not Yet - a surprise when traveling the world with him [2.4k]

You’re My Cup of Tea - when you’re on your period [2.2k]

That Warm, Fuzzy Feeling - was it you or the weed [2.1k]

Promise - royalty AU “did you mean it? all of it?” [2.1k]

Meet Me on the Rooftop - spiderman AU, bestfriends [2k]

Dress Up - “could you tell me if you like it” M [2k]

Sleeping Beauty - sleepwalker Mark goes to your door [2k]

Boy Without a Car - “I owe you one, really” [1.9k]

No Choir - when everything feels overwhelming [1.8k]

Best Part - telling him u love him for the first time M [1.8k]

Enough for You - you wanted to be enough for Mark [1.7k]

I’m in Love with You - noticing how much u love him [1.6k]

The One with the Water Bottle - not filled with water [1.6k]

The One with the Anniversary - he forgets but so do u [1.5k]

Uniform - police officer Mark, “I’d like that” [1.5k]

Small Victories - when you want it to be love [1.5k]

Good Morning - when someone is in your dorm [1.5k]

Ride - a match made in heaven, thank you cupid [1.4k]

Baby - a drunk and affectionate Mark Lee [1.2k]

The One with the Study Room - Rock Paper Scissors [1.2k]

Slip-Ups - “2 in the morning, what are you doing here?” [1k]

❥ MARK NAVI

[main masterlist] [nct masterlist] updated 7-30-21

[scarletgemstone]

hungry for another one

Hungry for another one

Disclaimer i own nothing everything belongs to the rightful owners please go and support them and be nice

(the maw is seen as the lady turns to the teddy bears)

(azulin wakes up)

Narrator” you don’t look like you belong here (gordi is seen walking) did you pinch yourself to see (a door close behind him) if you’d wake up from a nightmare (the twins are hiding as the janitor looks for them) or could you still be asleep”

(azulin is trying to find a way out while hiding)

Azulin”i tell myself it’s all a dream (sees the janitor) and monsters are not all they seem”

(the maw is seen underwater )

Narrator” you took a fall into the maw (a meat locker is shown as achuchones hides) where hunger’s always peaking (the chiefs are seen cooking) all we got for cargo are the meats for feasting (the cousterms are seen eating) lots of chomping jaws and rotten teeth for eating button up your coat this submarine is leaking “

(azulin is seen looking up as the janitor is seen dragging a cage)

Narrator” i’m stuck in the dungeon with some ugly company (pandi is hiding from the chifes as one comes down in an evlatoer) watching me hungrliy stumbling bumbling (caricias is seanking around) thundering after me clutching their cutlery (gordi is seen swinging from a light) ducking and jumping they’re above and under me”

(pandi runs away as the chief chases him)

Narrator” all em wanna just smother and butter me (sonrisas is seen hiding as a fish is gutted and gets coverd in butter) gut me and dunk me in gravy to cover me (the twins and padre are seen hiding in a box) hide in a cupboard but not in the oven (a pot is seen as azulin gose near it) i don’t want to go in that pot they got bubbling could i be sleeping cause i don’t feel slumbery (azulin holding a lighter as he gose through the tunnels) tumble through tunnels they’re gonna discover me”

(coco is seen in a cage as the janitor takes another one away)

Narrator” i’m on a boat but it’s not any luxury (coco gets out and uses the cage to get to the laver) all that i got is my cunning to comfort me (coco opens the door) if i get lucky somebody will come for me (the door close but coco slides under it before it close) time i depart from my prison under the sea (azulin is seen unlocking a door) take me away where the sun is abundant (he sees a plat of food) and give me some grub that i honestly wanna eat (bread is seen as azulin stomach growls) cause i’m fed up with this stuff i’v been stomaching (cluches his stomach) sick of this scum my tummy is grumbling (azulin sees food in a cage gose over to it) should i succumb to my hunger i’m wondering will i become a victim of gluttony”

(the jantors captures him gordi is grabbing onto a hook as it takes to the upper room)

Narrator “ this nightmare ain’t over (the twins are trying to escape a room some light is shinning through a hole) i watch my window for the morning sun (pandi is seen trying to escape the granny) i know when it’s over i’ll just be hunger for another one (the chifes are seen chopping something) hunger for another one (padre is hiding for the lady) gluttony has over run (azulin gets out of the cage and escapes) hungry for another one (coco is watching a toy train go by) wonder where you’re coming from hunger for another one (the lady is seen) do you know what you’ll become you’ll become you’ll become are hungry for another one”

(the lady looks at the mirror)

The lady” oh mirror mirror how this face (takes off her mask) how this face you show disgusts me (she is seen watching the customers) find me a child for whose youth my heart is hungry (caricias is seen sneaking around the lady’s room as she brushes her hair)”

Narrator” your vanity will eventually lead to your demise (azulin is outside the maw he trys to get back in as he watches the customers go in) humanity a profanity under your watchful eye (gordi is climbing up the stares) how can it be who sent for me a better question why (achuchones is seen hiding from the granny as a nomie guides him to safety) at the end of these dreadful fantasies i hope the sun will rise”

(coco is seen running from the jantior pandi is hiding from the chifes) 

Narrator” but until the sun is up we’d better greet our guests (padre seanks passed a sleeping customer) with the wonderful buffet where all the meat is fresh (sonrisas pandi and achuchones are swinging from the lamps as the custermrs try to grab them) they don’t even to eat this is grotesque (a nomie is seen running away) at lest i’m not alone i hope the nomes knows best”

(gordi is helping a nome get out of a cage the nome runs away)

Nome” hey follow us and you might make it alive (nomes are seen around a fire) even though not many of us survive (a rat is seen eating a nome) give me a hug (gordi hugs a nome) tell me it’s alright (a light from an eye shines azulin backs away quickly as it movies) whatever you do just stay out of sight (padre uses a rolling trash can to get passed the light) powerful eyes watch all the time don’t ever step in the light that they shine (azulin is seen clutching his stomach as a nome offers him food) we’ll give you something for your appetite the number six is the end of the line”

(the janitor is see)

Narrator” this nightmare ain’t over i’ll watch my window for the morning sun i know when it’s over i’ll just be hungry for another one hungry for another one (gluttony has over run) hungry for another one (wonder where you’re coming from) hungry for another one (the shadow kids are seen) do you know what you’ll become (you’ll become you’ll become) are you hungry for another one”

(the janitor is seen heading a room as azulin runs passed him)

Narrator” i’ve never been easily frightened by the worse in all my dreams what was once a little nightmare (leeches are seen) is bursting at the seams (azulin is looking at pantens with eyes) as i try to get by their stare feel them burning into me (azulin is watching the customers) did they come to have a good time here or were they forced to feed (azulin’s stomatch growles as he holds it) stomach is turning and churning with greed (azulin falls to his knees as shadow azulin apperes behind him) has someone cursed me i’m yearning to eat (shadow azulin”eat”) (a rat gets in a trap azulin walkers to it) need something fresher than bread or dead meat (azulin eats it) i want it to squirm in my teeth”

(a door opens as azulin has shadows around him as the coustersms fall as he walks by them)

Narrator” this nightmare ain’t over i watch my window for the morning sun i know when it’s over i’ll just be hunger for another one (gordi is seen finding the others) hungry for another (gluttony is over run) (the lady is fiting azulin) hungry for another one (azulin holds the mirror it blasts the lady back) wonder where your coming from (shadow azulin is seen) hungry for another one (azulin walks passed some broken mirrors ) do you know what you’ll become (shadow azulin “ you’ll become you’ll become”) are you hungry for another one (another one another one)

[feverdream-society]

Brb gonna microwave some grapes I'm sure nothing bad will come of this whatsoever

[hazelnootnut]

[start id 1]: An illustration of Sissy from the game Dream of Gluttony, admiring the surroundings on the way to Candy Town. She smiles at the glowing pink bulbs growing off a tree, reaching out to touch it. Dumpling, in the foreground, scowls at her, though he does not turn around to Sissy. [end id 1]

[start id 2]: A doodle sheet of Sissy. Sissy is a girl with long brown hair with a yellow ribbon tied to it. She wears a long white-sleeved sweater with yellow flowers at its edges, and a purple skirt with socks to match. A doodle of her shows her in her chef's outfit, sprinkling salt on fried chicken artfully decorated on a plate. Another shows her confused at how a passionfruit looks like. All the way to the left is of her staring down the viewer, axe in hand. [end id 2]

[start id 3]: A doodle sheet of Dumpling from the same game. Dumpling is a guy with short white hair that rounds off at the ends. He wears a yellow sweater and patchy pants, and communicates with a sign he holds. One of the doodles is of him holding up a sign that reads "Don't test me. I can and will bonk you. You have been warned". Another is of him sitting on the ground, resting, the sign reading "On break". Another is of him blushing, and the one in the top left corner is of him giving a scary look at the viewer. [end id 3]

[start id 4]: A doodle sheet of the character Butter from the same game. Butter is a girl with blonde yellow hair pulled up in a long ponytail and two swoopy bangs to grame her face. There are several doodles of her, one of which is of her whisking a bowl of dough rapidly as Bread (another character) tells her to slow down, another of her staring into the oven as she melts (much to Bread's surprise), and another of her eating her finished cookies. The last doodle in the bottom right is of her panicking, hands on her head, with the word "no" repeating over and over behind her. [end id 4]

Watched a playthrough of Dream of Gluttony a while ago, and I found the characters and plot pretty interesting! I really love the designs of the characters and the backgrounds of the districts, so I thought I’d draw them out!

I might draw more of them in the future so who knows.

[uminoaoi]

hi <3

i recently played your game 'dream of gluttony' and it got me thinking about relationshils between Bread and Butter. Butter looks very young and it was stated that she was locked in her room as a child, but at the same time she knows Bread as a child? does Bread groom her? i know they are about 20, but we also don't know at what age they appeared in town,,

i hope that makes sense. either way, this theory fits into the narrative i think !!

Hi, thank you for the question!

Butter suffered from extreme malnutrition, so that's why she looks so young. Bread was her friend, who knew about her situation and wanted to help her. After she got locked in her room, they started to communicate through the window.

He came across the Food Town info when they were in their early teens. Later he planned everything out, so they could run away together. He felt responsible to make her feel safe and happy because he always felt that she was important to him.

When they finally got to the Food Town, he did everything he could to make it happen. He was extremely cautious to observe everything around them, so she would be free of any pain. And it was followed by Butter becoming extremely dependent on him, due to her state of mind and hard time dealing with her trauma.

So that's their story~. I hope I made it more clear ^^