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salamiimommy · 1 year ago

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Im_Sorry_Buddy’s description for as many of the designs in FTFO as I can find rn bc I need to keep them all together in one place for reference so I might as well share it for anyone else

Any edits I make to the original text will be shown in [these] yes I have been updating it, last combed around chapter 5 while also updating with the latest chapters. Buddy has confirmed this post is accurate !!

[MAJOR DESIGN SPOILERS MENTIONED. marked with **. it’s organized by character with their first outfit on top and changes after in order to how they appear. pls be careful looking through if you’re new.]

[Ink is first and he has. a Lot of outfits so there’s a HUGE chunk of text to scroll past to get to everyone else LOL. Broomie is second]

First, some heights. The tallest Gang member is Horror (4ft 10 inches), then Nightmare (4ft 9in, though his tentacles make him seem larger than Horror), then Cross, Killer, and Dust (4ft 7in), then Ink is the shortest (at about 3ft 8.5 inches). Of the Sanses, only Outertale Sans is shorter than Ink (at 3 ft 5inches).

Error is a couple inches shorter than Cross, Dust, and Killer at 4ft 04in (because Error 404 joke). Dream is approximately 4ft 3in (my headcanon is he’d get taller than that if the Multiverse wasn’t so negative. Plus Nightmare has 500 years on him). Blue is 4ft 7in. Red is 4ft 6.5 inches just to make him mad that Blue is a little taller than him. Core Frisk… is 4ft. (Yes, they are actually taller than Ink. Yes, I did a double take when I realized that. The fandom has lied to me.)

[The Papyri] average around 6.8 to 7.2 ft. Edge looks even taller than he actually is because of the heels on his boots. I will say that Toriels are taller than the Papyri at maybe about 7.5 to 8ft. Other than that, I don't have exact numbers in mind, heh.

[the website I used made the Sanses all child models bc they’re so short wHEEEEEEEZE also like it states the Paps n Tori heights are the averages, different AUs are different heights. also also the rectangle in the back is Broomie's height]

Ink:

Ink sleeps in pajamas that are a lighter shade of brown. It’s a standard long sleeve button up pajama shirt and pants.

Ink's soul has the appearance like broken pottery. There are visible gouges where he dug his fingers into his soul.

Ink has had a couple different outfits. His former "hanging around the Castle" outfit was a too big brown long sleeve and loose brown pants (that did resemble the pants the Comyet Ink used to wear except they were completely brown and went all the way down to his feet). Those clothes were destroyed when Error grabbed him in chapter 6 (where Ink spent chapter 7 wearing Killer's too-big coat) so [then] Ink [was] borrowing one of Cross's black long sleeves and another pair of brown pants (these have more of the "pleated" design of Comyet Ink's new pants and also go down to his feet) .

[CH 12 HT!Toriel visit] “He was happy to choose a cyan hoodie and dark blue joggers. Well, he was happy except when it came to choosing the shoes.”

[CH 26 Ccino visit] “His black turtleneck, pants, and green vest” [from his Arc outfit.]

[CH 27 onwards was a black long sleeve shirt, pleated brown pants, and his scarf with the hood.]

[CH 32] “[…] wear his brown scarf and hood, along with his loose brown pants. […] Aster had apparently brought along a black tank top for him. The tank top fit well enough and the collar was high enough that it lay under the collar of his scarf but it obviously did not cover his arms, […]Doctor Toriel stepped out before returning with a pair of long fingerless brown gloves.”

[CH 44] “[…] a light green long sleeve, his hooded scarf, and a pair of dark brown pants from the drawer right beside him.”

[CH 45] “[…] his hooded scarf, a comfortable black long sleeve, his light green [cargo] pants, and a brown satchel with a long strap. He hung the satchel cross-body over his shoulder”

[CH 46 around the castle] “[…] a pair of rather short brown shorts, leaving […] much of his femur uncovered”

[CH 46 Ccino visit] “[…] a turtleneck that matched the light green interior of his hooded scarf and brown pants”

[CH 46 Sciencetale visit] “[…] his comfortable black long sleeve and the detachable light green pants-to-shorts he preferred.”

[SHIELD OUTFIT] A long purple cloak with a hood that, when up, almost covers his face (meaning his eye lights can glow from beneath the shadow of the hood). It's more off of his face when he's curious and excited, but falls further over his face when he's scared or uncomfortable. The purple cloak has a silver clasp in the shape of the Delta Rune. Underneath the cloak he wears a silver tunic, black belt, and purple leggings. His boots are black and go up just to his “calves”. When Ink is Shield, he covers the ink splotch on his face with white paint.

[Ch 26 he added]”[…H]is scarf (minus the hood, which was tucked into his satchel) around his neck. Its ends were folded in so they did not hang out of the bottom of his brown coat.”

[ARC OUTFIT:] Whenever Ink needs to publicly work for Nightmare, he wears an outfit with a bit of a steampunk aesthetic (as “encouraged” by Nightmare so that when people look at Ink, they don’t think “medic” or “healer”). Nightmare wants Ink to keep his identity (and the fact that he’s the Gang's medic) a secret so he wears a mask outside of the castle. The mask appears to be made from brass and copper metal that’s been painted black (with the exception of a few accents). It covers his face while his hood covers the rest of his skull.

The mask is fashioned after a mix of a gas mask for the bottom half and steampunk “brass goggles” for the top half. It is all one piece and the way the “metal” is crafted makes it looks like an owl’s feathery face. Ink’s eye lights are not visible through the goggles and the dark lenses (plus the shadow of the hood) makes it seem like he is constantly giving what I call the “Sans's empty socket glare”. The bottom half of the mask has two “valves” for exhalation and inhalation that are actually functional (cleansing the air he breathes), but are flatter and are symmetrical, unlike real world versions tend to be. There is a bit of metal between the valves that looks like an owl’s beak. The bottom is mostly black with some brass accents for the bottom half. He can easily remove the mask to reveal his face and replace it in a moment’s notice.

Ink wears a brown steampunk overcoat with a hood. Seven black buttons go up his chest (to the left side of his sternum) to close it. Under the last button, the fabric opens up in an upside down “v” shape, preventing the coat from covering the fronts of his legs. The hem of the “tail” of the coat falls just below the backs of his knees. The collar of the coat covers part of his neck. Around his left forearm is what looks like two black snake designs wrapped around his arm (like the snakes wrapped around the Staff of Asclepius).

Under the coat he wears a dark green vest (It was the only big bit of green that Nightmare allowed because he really doesn’t want Ink to even be associated with green magic.) Under that vest he wears a black turtleneck undershirt that nearly goes up to his chin. His pants are black, and tuck into brown boots. (Ink ditches the boots whenever he can).

Over the coat, Ink wears a thick black belt that has many pockets on it. Every pocket has a unique symbol and every one is filled with medical supplies like bandages, healing food, several antidotes, etc. Attached to his right thigh is a small satchel with more medical supplies. In the small side pocket of the satchel (this one is to the front so its easiest to reach), is [REDACTED]. On his left thigh he wears what looks like a long brown holster that goes down to his knee. Seven pockets go down it in a line. Inside are… you guessed it: more medical supplies.

Ink wears black gloves that leaves just the tips of his fingers exposed. The back of the right glove gets what looks like a bronze analog clock sewn into it. The tops of his fingers are exposed so he can more easily use his magic to heal others and [fix codes]. They’re reinforced so he can grab a blade without it cutting right into him.

[Ink now wears the scarf as well, minus the hood, with the ends folded so they do not hang out of the bottom of the coat as of Ch 27.]

[SCARF in CH 26] “The hood was attached by a few buttons that were the same shade as the rest of the fabric, letting them blend into the scarf and make it appear to be one solid piece. The outside of the hood was brown. Its interior was a light green, like the color on the pinkies and sides of Prism's gloves. It was also the color that Ink's eye lights often turned when he used green magic.

The brown scarf's tails were long enough that the ends still hung down by the bottoms of Ink’s calves after he wrapped it around his neck. The hood hung loosely around his head but stayed up even when he moved around. The green interior of the hood was clearly visible, contrasting the exterior nicely. The "collar" was loose around his neck but thick enough to easily cover the new marks that had been scrawled onto his bones.

If Ink wanted to, he could detach the hood and tuck in the ends to wear the scarf under his Shield cloak. He could even wear it hoodless with his Arc outfit if he wished.”

[INKS FINAL OUTFIT in CH 47] Ink's new brown coat was shorter than his old Arc one, with the straight hem stopping at just below his pelvis.

There were only four black buttons holding it closed instead of the previous coat's seven, though Ink found that he also liked how it looked when he left it open.

Even when fully buttoned, the coat opened up just below his collar bone, leaving a standing collar up top instead of an attached hood and revealing a bit of the light green turtleneck that safely covered the tattoo-like marks on his neck and sternum.

[…] an upright light green heart was embroidered on the shoulders of the coat, subtly indicating his profession as a Healer. Just beneath those hearts, cut-outs ran from his shoulder to above his elbows and revealed a matching green interior.

He traded his old black gloves for longer black ones with stitching designs that matched the light green of the interior of his scarf, his shirt, and the medical hearts, leaving the tips of his fingers and thumbs exposed and the black double-clock on the back of the hand. His wide, pocket-filled black belt also remained, as did the brown holster of pockets down his left thigh. His brown satchel was moved to his right hip, now hanging crossbody instead of being attached to his right thigh.

The black pants he designed had zippers hidden under small bits of overlapping fabric up around his femurs, which gave him quicker access to the area if needed. He could technically turn the pants into a pair of shorts with two unzips but Ink was hesitant. He was too uncomfortable with the idea of showing the binary code marks on his bones to consider something shorter like Prism's overalls, even with the thigh-high brown sock providing an extra layer of coverage on his left leg. Like Prism and many other Inks, he chose a design that left his heel and toes bare. Unlike Prism and many other Inks, the tight-like sock had a swirling green design down its outside.

Other than the pant leg, his prosthetic was bare, allowing a bit of the design to be seen due to his abhorrence for shoes. Maybe it was due to the presence of the colors (instead of white) but Ink was much more receptive to showing the prosthetic off than any of the marks on his bones.

Ink's Arc mask was attached to his belt and hung near his satchel, out of the way but within reach just in case.

His hooded scarf completed the outfit, with Cyan and Gold once again taking up residence at the ends of the tails. Broomie floated at his back, with the tip of their handle pointing out beyond his right shoulder while their black brush flicked close to his left ankle.

[**CH 41 Ink’s right leg has been cleanly amputated] “above his knee, halfway up his femur.”

[**PROSTHETIC in CH 46] The prosthetic resembled a skeleton monster's right leg with several notable differences. The socket was a bit wider than the bone to fit his stump and provide support. The pylon beneath the knee resembled leg armor more than a skeleton monster's individual tibia and fibula. The basic shape and outline were a similar thickness to his bone leg though.

The mechanical foot part was currently covered by the shell that went over it. Based on the images that Doctor Toriel had shown Ink, there were distinctive joint areas for the ankle, knee, and toe beneath the casing. […] the toe was one unit meant for balancing, support, and propulsion.

The base of the prosthetic was colored a medium shade of gray […] while the design on the casing was one of the simpler ones.

The prosthetic covers were the same style for the entire leg and foot. They had the appearance like jagged light green lightning or filled cracks in repaired pottery, which stood out sharply and boldly on the metallic black background. The moment Ink had seen what was labeled as a "kintsugi-inspired" design, he knew that was the one. The green not only matched his eye lights, his magic, and the interior of his scarf, but the 'filled-in' look of the pattern reminded him of his soul.

Broomie:

Cross:

Cross [used to wear] his old Royal Guard uniform from Xtale. He has his scar, and his eye lights are usually both white. They do not turn red no matter how angry or emotional he becomes. His bone and knife attacks are tinted purple.

[CH 14] “His jacket was different. It was just a couple alterations. A black X-like design on the shoulders of both white sleeves. The large white X-sash was now black. Along the bottom hem of the white jacket were simple black cross-stitches. It was little things but the decals broke up the white in his outfit.”

[CH 45 pjs:] “Cross had grabbed a plain black tank top and loose black sweatpants.”

[CH 46 Ccino visit] “[…] he changed into a black hoodie and pants instead of wearing his more recognizable outfit.”

[GUARD OUTFIT] […] a set of silver Royal Guard armor and a purple cloak. A large Delta Rune is emblazoned on the chestplate in black. The armor also comes with a silver helmet but he did not wear it on the [first] Aftertale mission. When he is acting as Guard, he either covers his scar with white or wears the helmet to hide his face.

[**CH 37] “[…] vertical cracks split the bones by his eye sockets, resembling the scars of his creator. His eye lights burned a volatile purple, their form shivering like they were struggling not to change shape. [CH 38] […] glowing purple cracks on his skull looked like a Gaster’s scars.”

[**CH 42 has healed the scars completely]

Dust:

Dust wears the standard Sans outfit but it looks like its a paler color in places because of all the monster dust. His shoes are gray for that reason. Dust always has his gray hood up unless it’s knocked off his skull. Unlike Killer and Horror (and Cross), his hood does not have fur. He wears his Papyrus’s tattered scarf. His eye lights have a blue center and a red ring around the outside. They can occasionally turn white if he’s feeling peaceful. His bone attacks are indigo, leaning more towards blue than purple.

Dust sometimes sleeps in a light blue t-shirt and dark gray pajama pants with a drawstring. Other times he forgets to change and plops into bed in his usual t-shirt and shorts.

[CH 46 Sciencetale visit] “[…] he pulled at the hood of the hoodie he was wearing. He had seemed to like the dark indigo color[…] Dust's scarf was tucked into the hoodie, leaving only a small bit of the collar visible. A pair of sunglasses covered his distinctive eye lights. Black sweatpants and sneakers completed the outfit.”

Dust Papyrus:

To Ink, Dust Papyrus looks like the barest outline of a ghostly shape of the head, scarf, and hands of a Papyrus. He’s extremely faint and blurry, with binary codes making up his outline.

[**CH 46] “[…] ghostly gloves gained a red color and an equally ghostly skull took form. Finally, [Ink] could clearly see Phantom Papyrus.”

Killer:

Killer also wears the standard Sans outfit except his undershirt is a black turtleneck and his hood has fur on the rim. His soul is usually visible in the form of a red target. When he goes Stage Three, it blurs and thick black liquid pours from his eye sockets and mouth. He never has eye lights. His knife attacks are red while his bone attacks are tinted gray. [Liquid Determination leaks constantly from his eyes.]

He tries not to sleep so he does not change into pajamas.

[CH 4 comment] Killer's Stages are inspired by something he has in Something New/"Killertale". Long story short: "Stage One": Killer is pretty much Sans. This Stage does not happen anymore. "Stage Two": Default Killer. "Stage Three": Killer is out of control and will attack anything. "Stage Four and Higher": run.

[**CH 26, Killer can now renter Stage 1, though he has not done it in yet. Liquid Determination is also not constantly leaking from his eyes. CH 27:] The black marks beneath his eye sockets were thin enough that they could be mistaken for drawn lines.

[**CH 44 showed that the liquid Determination is still affected by his emotions:] “Killer glowered at him. The black lines beneath his eye sockets thickened a little.”

Horror:

Horror has the usual Sans-style outfit. His has fur lining the hood. Horror’s jacket is a bit tattered and shows signs of being torn and sewn back together in a couple places. His left eye is not his own one, he took it from a dead guard in his AU. It’s is a glowing red iris and can go out like most skeleton eye lights. His bone attacks are tinted a faint red. [Horror has two eye lights regularly, just one of them is. big and red.]

Horror has pajama shorts and a t-shirt but he often forgets to change into them. (He’s trying to teach Ink to be better than him at it). [CH 45] “Horror was in a gray t-shirt and black shorts.”

[CH 36] “…those unsettling, mismatched eye lights.” [CH 40] “His right eye light returned with his health (and his hope)” [proof for two eye lights]

Nightmare:

Nightmare doesn’t change clothes. He is his goopy octopus self. When he is particularly angry or in a “mood”, his aura is much darker, like he’s surrounded by shadows.

[**CH 28] “His form rippled, and suddenly he did not appear to be made of black sludge. Instead it was like he was glitching darkness, his form flickering and rippling at its edges as his eye light thinned to a slit and and his fingers sharpened to claw-like points. Ink caught a glimpse of his teeth and was horrified to see they were unnaturally pointed[.]” [His eye also glows a toxic cyan and he smiles with too many teeth. And his tentacles are unmoving most of the time.]

[**CH 37] “Corrupted's grin grew wider, revealing that his jaw had indeed become unhinged like it was broken.”

[**CH 40] “The shadows that held Ink barely resembled Nightmare anymore. He had merged with the darkness, leaving only a toxic eye light visible as his presence expanded […] smoke-like tentacles […] his sharp-toothed smile, which was far too big to fit on Nightmare's face without breaking it apart, oozed with black sludge.”

[**CH 40 returns him to his regular goop form.]

Dream:

Dream has his “current outfit” (the one with the yellow jacket-tunic thing). In the present he always looks tired and has shadows under his sockets.

[**CH 37] “Actual fire rippled in its wake, burning a violent gold. Four wings tore themselves free of Dream’s back, twisting and writhing like each individual feather was made of golden flames and his facial structure was lost in shuddering fire. His eye sockets filled with fire, burning away his eye lights.

[…] Although Dream’s mouth stayed visible through the flames, his teeth sharpened and his fiery grin grew so wide it froze on his face, unable to falter. The fire was such a thick covering over the remainder of his skull that an initial glance made it seem like that smile was all that was left of his face.

His clothes did not burn but they too became flames, curling and lashing in the air like they were mere moments from bursting out into a firestorm and consuming everything in sight, Dream included. Only his circlet remained solid, incandescent upon his fiery head like a halo that matched the glowing intensity of his wings. It was as though the sun itself had taken the form of a dreadful Angel.”

[**CH 39 returns him to his regular intact outfit.]

[**CH 43 sees a peek of] “…a bit of his collarbone that was blackened like it had been burned by flames,” [we don’t know the extent of the burns]

[**CH 45] “The burn scars were actually one big scar centered on his sternum, right where his soul rested. The bones of his sternum, clavicles, and frontal ribs were blackened like charred wood with a thick, circular shape in the middle. Tendrils spread out like wisps of flame, giving the scar an appearance like a black, stylized sun.”

Blue:

Blue is more “Swap” than “Blueberry”. His kerchief is a darker blue color, and he wears a black-gray Royal Guard-inspired “battle body”, blue gloves, and blue boots. His eye lights are also blue. They become blue stars if he is happy and plain white if he’s terrified. His bone attacks are tinted blue.

[**CH 38] […] the slash through the heart sealed, leaving a deep scar much like the one [Ink] himself had gotten from Horrortale Undyne's spear.

Error:

[CH 2] “[…H]is tear marks stained red-purple by the blood that ran from his sockets.”

[Ch 7] “[…] a bit of a black skull and a single haunting red eye socket was visible. A distorted, yellow-ringed blue eye light stared down at them, observing them in silence, before it shrank to a deranged pinprick.

Black, dust-covered skeletal fingers grasped the edge of the portal, not reacting as the edge cut into his hand and what looked like glitching blood dripped down his phalanges.

His black jacket was torn, with the blue ends of its sleeves splattered with monster dust and specks of brownish-red dried blood. His pants were even more discolored, more gray than black and so stained by what must be blood that they clung to the red bones of his legs. One of his shoes was gone, and the strip of fabric around his neck (which might have been a scarf once) was so tattered it resembled a bloody blue bandage more than anything else. Even with his blue-lined hood pulled up over his skull and covering his face in shadow, he was easy to identify.”

[CH 20] “Error's skull stopped melting but the damage was done. Almost half of his head was gone, leaving only his eye light and a bit of his jaw untouched on that side.”

[CH 22] “[…H]is eye lights, which glowed so brightly they almost looked poisonous.”

[CH 48] “He had also fixed and washed his clothes. […] his scarf was no longer torn.”

[**CH 22] “Most of his mandible and zygomatic arch had been repaired. The hole in his skull wasn't anywhere close to being closed but although the tangle of codes in his skull were still horribly warped, more of the bits that were Error's own were visible.”

[**CH 37] “[…] a jagged scar that went from the top of Error’s repaired eye socket, up his forehead and over the top of his skull, and back around to the front through his jaw, where it curled back up and ended at the bottom of his eye socket. It marked exactly where the damage had once been.”

Geno:

[CH 29] “Geno mostly resembled the average Sans, except for the red scarf, melting eye socket, minor glitches, and the large gash across his chest. […] A line of red dripped from Geno’s mouth.” [The glitches around Geno’s eye can come and go, either on command or due to his emotions (negative emotions adding more glitches).]

[**CH 35] “Geno's chest wound seemed a bit less severe and there wasn't a trickle of blood coming from his mouth anymore.”

[**CH 36] “[…] heal the slash across his chest. His eye socket remained melted”

Fresh:

Prism:

[CH 12] “The other Ink still wore mostly brown, but the outfit was much more elaborate than the simple brown pajamas Ink currently wore. The biggest things Ink noticed were the sash of colored vials across the other's chest and the giant paintbrush at their back. And the reflection had a lovely brown scarf.” [He writes on his scarf like og!Ink]

Solus:

[CH 21] “This Ink's outfit was similar to Prism's but with one distinct difference. Part of the "collar" and ends of his scarf were the deep blue of an integrity soul. The other Ink's sleeves and pants were also torn, revealing most of his arms and sections of his legs.

Black marks were visible all over his bones, with a few peeking up just above his scarf. They weren't simple binary codes like Ink's own marks, he realized. They were scars. Physical scars that someone had painstakingly carved into the other Ink's bones […] curling up his jaw and chin.”

[CH 24] “His brown sleeves were mostly gone, showing most of his arms, while his pleated brown pants were torn enough to reveal bits of his tibias, fibulas, and femurs. His ripped pant legs were uneven, their bottoms stained with a black liquid that could be ink or his own blood. The brown leggings Ink wore under his pants were absent from Solus, leaving the bottom parts of his legs and his feet completely bare.

[…] One of his eye lights often shifted color and shape whenever he blinked, sticking mostly to pastels or a stoic, guarded gray. The other was always the deep blue of an integrity soul no matter what emotions he felt or what shape they became.”

Other canon content for handy reference:

Cross is afraid of cows

Spaghetti is (probably) Ink’s favourite food

Ink scratched himself to the point of bleeding while stuck in his AU

[CH 24] ‘Solus’ did not speak much, instead preferring to use sign language and gestures. When his hands weren’t moving in small, careful motions, they held onto the blue edges of his stained and torn brown scarf or clung to his equally battered and scarred version of Broomie.

[CH 40 Broomie’s magic is…] black for portal creation, which would be useful if Ink's own magic was blocked off again. Brown for shielding simply because Ink liked brown, yes? Purple for enhanced durability to allies. Cyan for non-harmful entanglements. Blue for damage to moving targets. Green for Broomie's own regeneration capabilities only, unfortunately. Yellow for precise distance shots. Orange for damage to targets that were still. Red for purely corrosive splatters that could melt through flesh and bone- and Corruption. [Ink only has black and green magic.]

Broomie is referred to with they/them pronouns

Paprika loves dino egg oatmeal, like UT!Papyrus

Only Ink, Broomie, and Dust can see Phantom Paps. Only Dust can hear him.

If you have any links to other comments Buddy has made about any designs, or other quotes from the text, pls link them so I can add them ty !!!

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mungo-grubb · 9 months ago

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Nathan’s Sweet European Vacation – The Transformation (Alternative Ending)

[Male Weight Gain, transformation. Strong M/M Themes with graphic nudity. 18+ Viewers on Patreon….]

Nathan oscillates over his blown-out stomach, still sucking on the tube of sweet filling. He is at the mercy of the handsome baker; not knowing what his captor might have in store for him.

His 6’1 frame sits atop a pale, billowing belly that stretches past his arms and legs. From afar, he looks like the world’s biggest dumpling, with about an 8ft diameter circumference. His skin is still cool to the touch, pliable, and sensitive. He can feel the cold stone underneath him, the heat radiating off the oven in the background, and the warm draft flowing over his backside. Despite his size or how much he has eaten, he doesn’t have the sensation of feeling heavy. He only feels a floating sensation, as if laying on a waterbed in a constant motion of rocking.

Gareth, giddy with the possibilities in front of him, takes stock of his kitchen. He still has loaves of bread, strudels, and a pantry full of different fillings, but if he needs more, he can grab items from the retail shop.

He quickly gets to work, pulling the large table that used to be in the center of the kitchen over next to Nathan’s face. He then loads the table with the remaining baked goods and piping bags for easy access. He then disappears behind Nathan for a few minutes, where he hears commotion by the oven.

Reappearing, Gareth puts down large jugs of milk and water. Now covered in sweets, the table looks just as full as it was when Nathan first arrived in the kitchen.

“Hello – my little matzo ball. How are you enjoying your room for the evening?”

Nathan could only moan in response.

“I am glad to hear. I wasn’t expecting such a delicious stud like you to wander into my shop and stay the night, but I am glad we can make the most of it.”

“I have some more baked goods for you to enjoy, and because you may have some trouble moving, I'll feed them to you. How does that sound, handsome?”

Nathan moans again while his eyes examine the table. Deep down, he doesn’t want a single bite, but his belly screams for more.

“That’s a good lad,” says Gareth as he pulls the piping bag from Nathan’s lips, breaking the constant flow of filling.

Nathan purses his lips, like a baby missing a pacifier.

“Don’t worry stud, I have lots of treats to stuff you proper.” With that, Gareth places the tip of a long baguette to Nathan mouth. Automatically, he starts to chew and swallow it. Gareth holds the 3ft loaf steady as it slowly disappears into Nathan’s maw.

“Very good - one down, four dozen to go!” as Gareth picks up the next baguette.

About forty-five minutes into the feeding, Gareth has set a good pace and is almost halfway through the baguettes. To break up the sound of chewing and pass the time, Gareth talked to Nathan.

He complimented Nathan’s size and his strong appetite. He admitted that he hoped that Nathan would have been larger when I came back. Thinking about it, he chalked it up to his high metabolism, age, and athletic prowess.

“No worries, though, we will make up for that and then some. My little butterball.”

As Gareth fed Nathan, he teased him. Often, pinching his cheeks or giving his over-inflated moobs a solid “SMACK” leaving them wobbling in place.

Occasionally, he would stop constant stuffing and shove a piping bag into his mouth. This allowed Gareth time to walk around the former athlete to see his progress.

On this pass around, Gareth noticed that the size of Nathan’s arms had receded about halfway into his body and they had become girthier. His legs in a similar state, looked significantly smaller as his ass invaded the space. “Just marvelous”.

Nathan’s cock could no longer be seen or accessible, but the lightly translucent milky fluid could be seen trickling down his belly in a steady stream. He leaned in close, placing his nose a few millimeters from the flow, and took a big whiff. The aroma was sweet to his nose, it was viscous to his touch, and its slightly salted syrupy taste made him excited.

Just the small sample flooded Gareth with an instant rush of lust. Causing him to plunge his tongue into the side of Nathan’s belly and slurp up anything and everything he could. He ran his tongue up and down the soft surface, lapping it up as if it was melting ice cream.

The surface dimpled and shuddered due to the tongue lashing. Both men were moaning now.

Gareth, realizing that he still had work to do, pulled away. It didn’t take long before the flow from the spring up above passed again and continued to pool on the stone where his belly met the floor.

“Dam, next time I will remember to be more prepared and attach a piping bag or a hose to collect that. I am sure I could make something amazing with it.”

With revitalized vigor, Gareth, adjusting his crotch, circled back around to Nathan’s front as he rolled up his sleeves. “We have work to do!” He said with his familiar smile.

He started to shove pastry after pastry into Nathan’s mouth. His cheeks puffed out until they reached capacity. “Be a good lad and get all of these down for me, handsome.”

Nathan’s gullet rose to the task, swiftly ingesting and dissolving treat after treat. His body swelled as he became just the receiving end of a never-ending conveyor belt of pastries.

Gareth paused his onslaught of confections to catch his breath and remove his shirt to cool off. His muscly body gleamed in the kitchen light. Beads of sweat clung to his pecks and abs. His musk mingled with the sweet smells in the air to form an intoxicating cologne. Gareth was a sight to behold. It was the aspirational body that Nathan once thrived to achieve, but it is lost on Nathan now.

Gareth prepared himself for another round. “Let us get these last in you quickly. It has already been a long, eventful evening, and we still have a way to go until morning.”

Gareth was relentless as he rammed baked good after baked good into the giant inflating pale balloon.

As Nathan’s body expanded, it drew in his arms, legs, and neck. Each appendage formed the shape of a mound on his globular mass. Even though his face receded into his body, Gareth knew where to inject the next pastry.

Finally, the table was empty except for the large jugs of water and milk.

“Great job dumpling! You managed to absorb everything I had for you, and you are almost at the right size.”

A slight moan could be heard from within the fat folds.

“Now that you have ingested enough sugar and dough, let us get you a little more hydrated.”

Gareth then appeared with a large funnel and a hose, for which he stuck the hose deep in his eager receptacle and then poured in the milk. The milk slowly disappeared until it was gone.

Instead of immediately pouring the water in right after, Gareth poured a container full of yeast into the jug. “Bottoms up, big guy,” as he poured the large jug into the funnel.

Once absorbed, Gareth removed the funnel and took a few steps back. At the center of his kitchen was Nathan, a mound of white, fluffy, soft dough.

Gareth cleared all the items surrounding Nathan and shoved the table back in the corner. Next, he increased the temperature of the oven and placed large pots of water on the stove.

Time to proof!

***

As the kitchen began to heat and the water on the stove evaporated, the humidity increased, and Nathan form started to sweat. The round, pale blob expanded in all directions, resembling a parade balloon. Occasionally, the mound would let out trapped gas in the form of a burp or fart. This let Gareth know that the yeast had been activated.

Gareth just stood and watched. With his left hand inside his briefs stroking his big meat, Gareth used his right hand to unzip his pants and pushed them down to the floor.

“It’s getting a bit hot in here, my little sweet roll. I think I should get a little more comfortable.”

Gareth, wearing only his briefs, placed his uniform on the table in the corner.

“Now, before it gets too hot in here, let me give you a full body massage to help stretch you out and relieve some of that pressure inside you.”

Gareth walked over to the right side of the dough ball, placing both hands firmly on the surface, and began to push. His arms slowly disappear into the soft, pliable surface creating a large fold. Gases were heard escaping through both ends; as the height of the ball of dough decreased. He then walked over to the other side and did the same thing. The mass wobbled as the trapped air was released into the kitchen. The kitchen was filled with a sweet, yeasty fragrance of bread.

Gareth strong arms then grabbed the newly created folds and began to pull and stretch them. He put his body into it as he heaved the dough over the stone floor and folded it back into itself. More air escaped, and the towering mass shrank further. Now the height of Gareth, he was able to fold and tuck Nathan into a perfectly loaf shape.

Nathan started to inflate once again keeping the shape of a loaf of bread.

As the heat and humidity continued to rise, Gareth knew it was time to leave the kitchen. He walked over to the table, retrieved his uniform, and headed towards the door. As he cranked up the overhead oven heaters, he stopped briefly to admire his work.

“Goodbye handsome, thanks for the memorable night. Tomorrow you are going to satisfy a lot of people.”

As the sun began to rise over the small town, Gareth now dressed, organized the shelves, counted the till, and ready his shop to open. Freshly baked bread could be smelled all across the town that morning. As he went to the door window to switch the closed sign to open, familiar faces of the patrons from yesterday lined up outside. “Good morning, Gareth, is he ready? It smells delicious.”

Don’t worry, there is plenty of sweet bread to go around, and take back to your candy cottages in the woods. I will meet you in the back by the loading dock, those wicker baskets aren’t big enough.

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ask-the-achs · 9 months ago

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New subject contained.

It is infact a species.

ALIEN SPECIES FOUND ADAPTOR ANTS

These ants are a special kind of insects that are capable of a kind of evolution I will refer to as 'Generational Upgrades' their version of evolution involves them eating the most of the biggest things around to grow features of the things they ate. Their end goals are to create Queen ants to spread them around the galaxy. According to Paradox they are only three planets but I have seen recordings of them existing on at least six other planets. They are an organized unit. Like earth's ants they are a society based around drones and workers to build the hives and guards to protect the queen who can have up to 80 kids in a single egg laying session. These queens will eat anything and everything that is within 600meters of their hives. In an odd turn of events half the hive is awake during the day the other half are awake durning the night. The queen however I've noticed never seem to sleep a set time. They sleep when overworked.

*Five samples have been found and examined.*

Sample one: a collection of twenty ants. These ants are bright green as they live in areas with thick foliage autopsies have shown that they eat nothing but the poisonous plants and leaves around their nest. They also seem to have the ability to utilize photosynthesis. They are still aggressive to any non insect in their habitat.

Sample two:a pair of ants with a considerable amount of fuzz and wings. In several investigations around their hives they seem to have been eating bats for a long while. They in an odd turn haven't eaten enough to gain their Echolocation.

Sample three:a group of 10 ants that have grown fins and gills. It seems they have been eating fishes sharks and eels as evident by their abilities to sense electricity and emit that same electricity.

Sample four:a singular ant that had broken out of a cage only to be found and broken into 3 peices by Paradox. This ant shown signs of being the result of ants eating horses with its legs and teeth as proof with more autopsies showing he had the stomach and lungs of a cow in his horse half.

Sample 5:one of the queens of the hives who is currently clamped to a metal table. This is due to her constantly trying to escape and take out the staff. She is a vaguely humanoid woman with a translucent abdomen and a large stinger. In an odd turn of events she seems to hate another queen anomaly. The large bug chimera known as THE QUEEN. The smaller queen refers to herself as Empress Daikuri study has shown Daikuri is a empress who went missing on her 19th birthday 300 (due our timelines distortion of time as a whole it should be at least 150 years from modern time.)

Threat leavel:APOCALYPTIC

Cell information:The empress is kept in a small cell that is 3ft by 3ft that has several night vision and motion tracking cameras and robots as the cell is completely black out with no source of light coming in or out of the cell. The metal bed is in fact the very back wall of her cell while her every other wall and the Celing lined with inceneray round carrying turrets to put her down if she ever gets off the wall.

-Sunblood.

#FILES

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just-bendy · 2 years ago

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Can you give us some headcannons?

(( oh my own headcanons for bendy? uhhhh sure! lets see...

he is 3ft tall, his ink demon form is 7'7", and his ink beast form is 8ft on all fours

very talkative. he talks a lot in general but even more so when hes excited, flustered, and happy

he speaks with a transatlantic accent and basically sounds like the gospel of dismay bendy because im very unoriginal

talks with his hands and gestures a lot. he also expresses with his tail

animalistic traits include purring like a cat, and growling n snarling like an animal. when hes feeling happy, excited, etc. he wags his tail like a doggy

his tail is pretty sensitive near the base since it got pulled a lot in the studio. it hurts him when it gets pulled so he hates it. used to have a wound on his tail in the studio from when he tried to cut it off but it healed when he got fused with 66

hates when strangers touch his tail. he is more tolerable when friends and family touch his tail. loves when his romantic partner touches his tail, especially the base and tip

also like a cat, he loves attention and will come up to you to just hang out, maybe even try to get your attention so you can give him some love; expect him to rub his head on you too. of course, he will also cause mischief if hes bored, just like a cat. his ink spikes up when hes surprised like a cat as well

(( sorry it gets kinda long so im gonna put the rest under here ))

he just likes to be with his loved ones or romantic partner, even if theyre not doing anything, he likes to sit by them or even on them, lean on them, lay by them, curious about what theyre up to

loves to be held and carried. sitting on your shoulders is also fun for him. he isnt too heavy either

loves being touched, it makes him feel nice. just a pat on the head, a rub on the back, or a gentle stroke of his tail (if youre his romantic partner) will bring up his mood

very clingy, loves to be shown affection. gets jealous if his romantic partner is giving attention to someone other than him

loves to also cuddle, nuzzle, and canoodle

he loves attention and being in the center of it. he gets frustrated if hes ignored

made of ink but can be solid, like hed just have regular skin until he starts melting. hed be a little shiny as you could see in my older posts. he is also very smooth because he is hairless

very squishy, he is so squishy, everything is squishy but his teeth and shoes. i am unsure of the hardness of his hooves but ive always thought of it as two big toes in terms of flexibility. i cant decide if they should be two big squishy toes or two big hard toes

doesnt really have insides since he is 100% made of ink. this also means he has no bones. his bowtie, gloves, and shoes are also made of ink

he is very flexible

he can melt into a puddle to squeeze through small gaps. if hes wearing anything that isnt his normal bowtie and shoes, he'll have to bring it with him or leave it behind

if you are in a room with the door closed without him, he will make his way in by squeezing through the gap under the door. if there is no way in he will beg you to let him in if theres no one else around to bother

he has full control of his ink and can use it to stretch himself out to reach something or transform into anything

has nightmares of the studio a few times every year and every time he wakes up, hed need comforting. if theres no one around to comfort him, he will curl into a ball and hug himself

protective of his friends and especially his family and partner. he will not hesitate to hurt people that dare hurt someone he cares a lot about

dealing with someone thats abusive and hurts others will make him see red

doesnt like anyone touching his bowtie including his friends and family except for someone hes deeply in love with. fiddles with his bowtie a lot

has a long and stretchy forked tongue

bad at playing videogames :(

kind of messy

is ok with spicy food but not unaffected by the heat

doesnt smell like anything

loves watching horror movies even if he gets scared. he also loves comedies with dumb humor

he loves jokes, puns, dad jokes, and bad jokes

likes to get drunk and party

he can juggle and is very good at it

loves to dance, sing, show off, and dress up

likes to be praised as in complimented and admired

collects merch of himself. toys, posters, shirts, whatever there is, he will collect it

loves to kiss and be kissed. cheek kisses, mouth kisses, head kisses, body kisses, french kisses, he loves kissing

if hes in a relationship with someone he really likes, hed go out of his way to do romantic things for them like buying flowers and taking them on dates to fancy places. he will also call them all sorts of cute names like "sweetheart", "sweetie", "honey", "toots", "doll", etc. he will also show them all sorts of affection like hand-holding, lots of kisses n cuddles, and other stuff i cant mention here

a good chunk of my headcanons are very unmentionable actually

ahahah

uhh,,, this is kind of excessive huh,,,, sorry about that,,,

is,, is this what you even asked for,,,? ))

#ask #mun #nanon #real-ink-demon #(( sorry if this isnt what you asked for ))#(( you can probably tell that my first thoughts of bendy were... domestic? like what would he be like if i had him ))#(( i dont think about the other characters as much as bendy (or at all...) so im not gonna list any hcs for them... sorry ))#(( the gospel of dismay and instrument of cyanide are my two favorite bendy songs #i can listen to them on loop for hours and i have #also its not a full bendy song but the freaky machine song #the freaky machine song alone made me hyperfixate on bendy and I HAVE NO IDEA WHY....#ESPECIALLY THE INSTRUMENT OF CYANIDE PART!!!#maybe the way he hits those high notes...#and seeing those animated bendys in the back also helped since i never really saw them before #that song introduced me to instrument of cyanide so not only did i get a new hyperfixation i also #got an awesome new song to listen to :> ))#(( sorry ink bendy week but toon bendy is what drew me in ahahhahah ))

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years ago

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Friday 31 March 1837

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no kiss very fine morning sun out – F51° at 9 – the ground just peeping out here and there from the snow – breakfast at 9 ¼ with A- poorly this morning and the last 2 or 3 days – caught cold at Bolton Bridge? David Booth and Joseph Mann came at 9 ½ about the meer-drift head clow and staid till 11 10 – long talk about according to DB-‘s proposal instead of round – and instead of a continuation of the walled and arched culvert from the clow to the meer there is to be a stone-pen-trough 3ft. 1in. wide and 18 in. high – B- sure he can make it answer – will cost (including labour and carting and stone) 30/. per running yard mentioned what John Oates said to me yesterday evening that the banks had sunk 3ft. – that the meer-end by-wash was too low – the banks would have to be raised 2ft. – SW-‘s paint-marks shewing the level of the water were ordered to be altered when JON- and Mr. Husband found that there were 2ft. more of fall – the water ought to be 2ft. above SW-‘s paint marks – I said I did not know that these marks had been altered - I understood they still indicated the top level of the water – but if they ought to have been 2ft. higher how did Mr. Husband let Mawson get to his height in so large a length at the bank 2ft. lower than he ought to have done even according to SW-‘s paint-marks? – JO- said we ought to have a shuttle and drain that would enable us to draw upon the Spiggs water when the meer was low – Joseph M- laughed at this last observation – I said JO- had talked me into it, but I saw what JM- meant – we could have no water than there was – we could not increase the quantity – and if we drew it off at one time we could not have it at another – it was like the country man who killed his goose that laid a golden egg everyday for the sake of having all the eggs in her at once – said I would have water in the meer as soon as possible – finished breakfast from 11 10 to 11 40 – then sometime with A- who had Mrs. Ann Lee making oil-case table covers etc with Ingham + 3 at the farmyard hay-place and Edward and another mason walling up front of carriage court necessary – Ingham got the 3 loop-hole windows (taken from the east end of the barn – set up this afternoon – 3 or 4 masons at the meer-drift head clow ashler stone hewing – off to Hx about 2 or before-down the old bank at Mr. Parker’s office ½ hour or more – went to say I had given up the idea of driving the water drift in Godley gulph – Mr. P- explained that he and Mr. Adam had not been able to another order such as I wished entered the bank at the last meeting because only 3 commoners attended – too few to make a new order – I said this altered the case – asked if he knew a Mr. Pitchforth of Brighouse – the whole matter came out of the mans’ having applied to Mr. P- (and paid him 2/6 for the letter) to write to Captain Sutherland (which he did on good Friday) – 500 to 1000 yards of the Greece field – at the southend, next the canal – for 99 years bound to lay out £500 and pay a ground rent of 9d. per yard per annum – P- had expressed no opinion in his letter – nor would give one unless asked – but it seemed by extraction that he (P-) agreed with me, that the man wanted the [cream] of the bowl and that he (P-) would not sell on these terms and did not expect Captain S- would – I said I thought the ground should be properly set out, to which P- quite agreed – I told him if he had ever to write to me for ground or for anything I should be obliged to him to give his opinion before asked for if he wanted to be asked when I was in Italy for instance 6 weeks of time might be lost at least – I saw P- was touchy upon this matter of opinion giving – he did Captain S- would not be guided by his opinion – he would have other information – P- said he thought times were worse instead of better – he is a great croker? – then to the bank – shut – then to Nicholsons’ 2 little commissions for A- then ordered ½ dozen pair white worsted socks at Mousenys’ – then to Mr. Mackean’s house – got £50 in notes and cash, and told him of sending checks tomorrow to the amount of £403+ no objection made – very civil – said I hoped to pass a large sum thro’ their hands next month – mentioned the hotel – should be glad if Mr. McK- could help me to a good tenant – Mr. McK- asked if it was true that Mr. Carr was to have it – no! he had never applied for it – never said a word on the subject to me – Mr. McK- said he had not capital – it would require £10,000 to furnish it - £5,000 said I would be quite enough – a pity the capital required should be so exaggerated – I said those calling themselves the higher orders of the town were for Mr. Carr – but a great many of the next order and the richer were against Mr. Carr – I was given to understand more were against than for – my object was to please the town – I should not over rent the place at 1st – would do all I could to help the prosperity of the undertaking – McK- advised advertising in the North British advertiser published in Edinburgh no politics – merely for advertisements – read all over Scotland - Manchester guardian (politics blue) Liverpool mercury yellow – Leeds Mercury I mention the London ditto – morning Herald and Times should be added – from the bank to Whitley – 2 Petitions on the table to the houses of Lords and commons against the abolition of church rates, signed by the blue heads of the town Signatures 59 – Mr. Parker came in – asked if he had come to sign it – he said he had been asked at the bank (his bank, Rawsons’) but answered he would leave it to the wisdom of parliament to decide – he would not however refuse my asking, and signed it! – are his political sentiments so wavering or so weakly conservative? called to inquire after poor Greenwood – no better – attended now by Mr. Garlick who gives him up and Mr. Parker is making his will – did not go upstairs to see him – had not time – Brought back from Whitley Lardner on the steam engine and Higgins on the earth – returned up the old bank – overtook Mark Hepworth bringing stuff from Northgate to the front of Shibden hall – asked him to sign the petition – and to ask Hardcastle and any of the tenants he might or could [conveniently] see before tomorrow night when the petition is to be sent off – home at 4 40 – sat reading a few of the first pp. of Higgins on the earth – out at 5 50 – with Ingham at the meer-drift head clow – 2 of Joseph Mann’s men clearing earth away and 3 or 4 masons hewing and preparing the stone – then with Robert + 3 just 6 and leaving work – ½ hour talking to Robert told him to consider about the Spiggs water – Jack Green had been cutting a drain in the Sour Ing today – came in just after A- returned from Cliff Hill (George inquired at Haugh end this afternoon after Mr. Henry Priestley – better- Mrs. HP- and the little boy well) – dressed – dinner at 7 – coffee – came upstairs to my study at 9 ½ - reading Higgins ½ hour – then till 10 55 wrote all the above of today – fine day F33° now at 11 pm then went down to A- in the north parlour and sat hearing what she had written to her sister and writing a completely new rough copy about the ground in the Greece field and landimere stone and little Mary and Hannah coming here said we would take care of them from Liverpool here avoided promising to go for them ourselves begged to say nothing to make no comment on what she had written about the Lodge as she knew I was against it

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jihyuncompass · 4 years ago

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could i request the rfa (+ v & saeran if you have time) with an mc who has a Really Big Dog (like 3ft tall on all fours nearly 200lbs. kind of big)? i'm really curious to see how jumin, zen, and jaehee in particular would handle that lmfaoo (and thank you!!)

Hello! Sorry this took so long to finish but I hope you enjoy it!

Zen

Alright, so I think there are two scenarios here.

1. He’s allergic to dogs, just like he’s allergic to cats.

2. He’s a dog person.

In the scenario that he’s allergic it’s going to be a little difficult. I have a feeling he would be a little more chill about it with you in comparison to how he is with Jumin.

Still, he might be a little uncomfortable being around your dog. He has appearances to keep up after all! He keep up appearances if he’s breaking out into hives and sneezing endlessly.

However, if you give Zen some allergy medication and convince him that he’ll be fine he’ll calm down.

However, in the situation where he isn’t allergic.

This man is a dog person through and through.

I also absolutely see him as being a big dog type of guy too. Just imagine Zen waking up early and taking your dog on morning runs. He would not only have a running buddy but also a running buddy who could keep up with him!

Also, his social media becomes FLOODED with images of your dog. Especially ones of your dog and him.

(They’re obviously the cutest photos ever. Definitely his most liked photo)

Also in general I think that a big dog would match Zen’s energy really well. (That being tall, beefy and probably extremely nice to hug)

So, in short-

Allergic: Will take time to adjust to but he’ll calm down eventually

Not allergic: He’s going to have a great time, and you might find that your dog will end up loving your boyfriend more than they love you.

Yoosung

Considering that he wants to be a vet. Loving animals is part of the job.

Definitely one of the most excited members of the RFA.

In fact, expect your dog to absolutely fall in love with Yoosung.

He will practically be inseparable from that dog, he’ll be playing games and the dog will be laying right by his feet.

Also, with Yoosung’s career you’ll never have to worry when your dog is sick. Just give Yoosung a call and he’ll be there to help right away.

Having a dog in a his life would also help him with his mental health struggles.

During the days when he’s struggling, having an animal there helps motivate him and get him out of his mental funk.

Having a dog also gets him out of the house. Gets him to go out on walks to the park, around the neighborhood, etc,

He finds his mental health slowly starting to get better. While he couldn’t quite explain why at first. It wasn’t hard to see the difference.

It’s of course a very good change to see in him, he seems happier, more active and more lively.

Your dog may unintentionally become Yoosung’s emotional support animal.

You’re not super offended by this however. It’s just good to see Yoosung so happy, and so positive for the first time since you’ve met him. The other members of the RFA notice and comment on it too.

It doesn’t take long for the three of you to become like a little family.

And it’s so wonderful.

Jaehee

Considering Jehee isn’t a big fan of Elizabeth the 3rd, getting her on board with a dog might be a little difficult.

Here’s the thing. It isn’t that she doesn’t like animals. She just doesn’t like all the hair and the mess that they make. Jaehee’s a busy woman and animals can be a lot of work to take care of!

So first of all, it may take some time for her to warm up to your furry friend! Let them bond a little bit and get comfortable.

If I’m being honest I think of the main things you would need to get Jaehee to feel on board you’re going to need to be willing to take charge of the cleaning/care for your dog.

She can absolutely help! But I think her problem would lie more in her feeling like she has to be the main person responsible.

It’ll of course take some time. Just like it does for anyone to get really comfortable with an animal. It may even take her a little longer than most.

However once she does she’ll definitely fall in love! Having a dog will also force her to take breaks from work and take care of both herself but also the dog.

(Also if she has a dog then Jumin is far less likely to have her take Elizabeth the 3rd let’s be real.)

In summary: It’ll take time. It won’t be immediate. It won’t be simple all the time. However, with time and with adjustment. She’ll grow to love having a furry companion with her!

Jumin

Jumin... is complicated.

First off, he’s a cat person. Elizabeth the 3rd is his entire heart and soul and he loves that little cat more than just about anything.

So at first I think he’ll be very very hesitant about the idea of a dog.

This is only compounded by the fact that your dog also isn’t very small. They’re much much bigger than Elizabeth, and even weighs more than Jumin does.

So with Jumin it’s quite a bit of a process. Similar to Jaehee it’s going to take a very long time for him to feel even remotely comfortable around your dog.

Start him off with small doses first. Just to get him comfortable and familiar.

I have the personal headcanon that Jumin was also a little uncomfortable with Elizabeth the 3rd at first. It had taken some time before he felt like he understood her.

Your dog will be similar but I do think it might be a little longer than it was with Elizabeth for him.

Dogs just tend to have very big and very social personalities. Cats often tend to be a little more reserved, a little more his speed.

While it’ll likely take a bit of time. I have no doubt that he’ll grow to love your dog. (Maybe not as much as he loves Elizabeth the 3rd but let’s be real there is no animal in this world that could ever reach her level.)

Again, it’ll take time. It won’t be an easy process. But you’ll get there.

Seven/Saeyoung

Seven gives off huge dog loving energy first of all.

With Seven’s level of energy and enthusiasm he’s the kind of guy who would thrive with a dog.

And a big dog? That’s even better! Especially if that dog has a whole lot of energy too.

I can just see Seven running around with a dog. Playing with toys, playing fetch, tug of war, etc. That image just fits with Seven so so well.

Similarly to Yoosung I also think having a dog would be really good for his mental health.

Part of having a dog also includes needing to take them out on walks. Which means going outside and moving around. Seven can’t do that stuck inside at his desk chair.

Being able to go on long walks is not only good for his mental health but also helps him get some energy and clear his head. Especially when he’s stressed.

Honestly I think of all of them Seven is probably the one who would be the most excited to have a dog. The adjustment period pretty would wouldn’t exist. You wouldn’t even have to try.

Also your dog would absolutely adore Seven. It hardly takes any time before they’re basically best friends.

It’ll be a good thing for him in more ways than one. And it’s definitely a match made in heaven.

V/Jihyun

Honestly I think Jihyun could get along with just about any animal. He just gives off that vibe.

Give him a dog, cat, rat, ferret, snake, bird, I genuinely think he could get along with them. He’s a pretty flexible person.

I think the first thing that he would need to get used to is the energy of a big dog. As flexible as V is he also isn’t someone who is known for being extremely energetic.

Yet I really don’t think it would take too long for him to adjust to having a dog. It might take a little bit, but really not that long in the grand scheme of things.

I can just imagine V going on long walks with your dog. Going on long hikes, nature walks, or even just walking around the neighborhood to get some fresh air.

While the energy may be something he has to get used to once he does he loves just going out with you and your dog. Playing and enjoying all of the wonderful things the world has to offer.

Also, obviously V takes lots and lots of photos.

V doesn’t strike me as the type of guy to run a pet instagram account but you might, and you would absolutely use his photos for it.

And just like all of V’s friends. It doesn’t take long for V to decide that he would do just about anything if it meant keeping your dog safe.

Someone needs to remind V that being self sacrificing isn’t a good thing. Even if it’s for a dog

Saeran

At first, adjusting for Saeran will be incredibly difficult. It’s not that he doesn’t like your dog. But your dog is big, and probably energetic

And Saeran is a fairly small guy. He’s also someone who isn’t used to being around dogs or animals in general.

So you might have to introduce them in small doses. Get Saeran used to being around your dog and their energy level.

It’ll probably take a long time but eventually when he manages to get comfortable he finds himself getting really close to your dog.

I honestly think Saeran would really benefit from a Service animal or an emotional support animal. An animal whose goal is to keep him safe and as comfortable as possible.

Like many dogs your dog can sense when he’s struggling, or when he needs a distraction.

Have you ever been crying and have a dog start barking at you and trying to get your attention so you stop? Yeah your dog will definitely do that for him.

One thing he’ll insist on is making sure all the plants in his garden and at home are not dangerous to dogs. The last thing he ever wants is to have your dog eat a flower and get sick.

While it may take time. Once he becomes used to your dog it’ll be one of the best things that ever happens to him.

Besides you. Of course.

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mimizepp · 4 years ago

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OKAY may i request some headcanons for bruno with a girlfriend who is just very paternal & motherly just like him hehe <3 ❤️❤️❤️

I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR A BRUNO REQUEST i love this so much ugh. fluff + some nsfw !!!

bruno x motherly gf hcs

fluff

- bruno loves how similar he and gf are when it comes to their mommy tendencies

- seeing gf so considerate and watchful is the cutest thing he’s EVER seen. he loves seeing gf interact with absolutely anyone just so he can see her natural caring ass self in action

- really likes when gf praises him for being such a good mommy for the bucci boys

- secretly loves seeing gf worried about him when he comes home from a dangerous / exhausting job

- might leave his hair in a bit of a mess so he can step in the front door and be greeted by a concerned gf..

- if it’s been an easygoing day he still loves how gf greets him when he gets home (her hugs are the best and have the most comforting feel)

- ABSOLUTELY LOVES BEING BABIED BY HIS GF

- seriously. just wants to lay his head in gf’s lap and be coddled for an entire day

- will also do this for gf + loves having days dedicated to pampering her!

- whether it be a self-care type day or a surprise trip to the countryside, he makes it immensely sweet and romantic

- sometimes asks gf to ‘babysit’ the gang if he’s a little exhausted or loaded with work. he knows he can trust her to make sure they don’t do anything too crazy and will be thanking her with loads of little kisses :)

- will also be calling abbacchio on the down low to ask how gf is managing

- btw abba really likes gf because she is so similar to bruno but the only thing is he doesn’t like how nurturing she is for everyone... that including little ol giorno

- when bruno invites the guys over he likes being able to divide ‘paternal duties’ between himself and gf (it brings out his longing to have kids with gf SO GODDAMN BAD)

- ex; will be having gf hang around mista and narancia while he keeps a side eye on abbacchio and fugo (he and gf agreed that giorno doesn’t need much of an eye on him unless he gets within 3ft of abba)

- openly talks to gf about their future together + marriage and family stuff

- when he and gf are tipsy they’re both so clingy and lovey dovey it’s adorable (can become annoying for anyone that isn’t bruno or his gf)

- bruno loves house cleaning days and splitting chores with gf / doing them together

- feels best when being held by gf at nighttime / vice-versa as they talk about whatever comes to mind. he and gf are so in love it hurts.

- will be giving gf so many compliments on how supportive and caring she is + she should expect to be drowned in kisses every time

nsfw !

- he develops a bit of breeding kink

- he really wants to raise some babies with gf and looooves cumming inside her while whimpering about how much he loves her + wants her to be a mother to his kids (love a good soft dom)

- if gf isn’t on any type of birth control then he’s fine with finishing while wearing a condom / in her mouth or on her tummy

- reaaally loves slow romantic sex + will be leaving plenty of love marks all over gf (aka his fav position is missionary)

- he also likes laying next to gf + whispering loving little things to her as he plays with her pussy

- if gf ever wants to be on top he will very gladly call her mommy as he twitches under her

- ALSO WANTS TO BE PEGGED

#jjba #jjba part 5 #jjba vento aureo #jojo vento aureo #jojos bizarre adventure #vento aureo #golden wind #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #bucciaratti #buccellati #bruno bucciarati headcanons #bruno bucciarati hcs

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duker42 · 5 years ago

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I'm not sure if you write for Armin but if so could I request some smut for him? just wrecking him, teasing and pegging if possible he deserves to be ruined and you write porn so well, thank you either way :)

*****WARNING*****NSFW

💜Wrecked💜

He was nervous, but he trusted Y/N. He knew that she wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want. But she always knew how to push him in the best ways.

Armin didn’t know how he managed to snag the outgoing and wild girl, being so timid himself. Sometimes he wondered if that’s why she liked him, she molded him to her will and he always let her.

“You’re so eager to cum, aren’t you?” Y/N smirked as she straddled one of his thighs, letting him feel the wetness of her core rub against his skin.

He whimpered, he had licked her until she came, her sitting on his face as she lazily stroked his aching cock. He really wanted to bury himself inside her, or have her ride him. But she had already said that wasn’t happening tonight.

“Please, Y/N. I’ll cum again.” He begged, hoping that she would show him a bit of mercy since it was his first time.

“Un uh baby, you know I want to see how far you’ll shoot when you cum during this.” She purred, her grip tightening slight around him as she worked his shaft.

He couldn’t help it, he pushed his hips up, thrusting against her hand. He cried out as she took her hand away and let his about to burst body cool down.

“Flip over baby. We need to prep you so it doesn’t hurt.”

Armin flushed. He had never thought he would have agreed to something like this. But he found that being with Y/N was to push his limits beyond what he had thought. The results were always exhausting and spectacular.

“You have such a pretty ass, baby. I’m going to love wrecking it tonight.” She cooed as she smeared some lube over his ass.

He flushed even deeper. Y/N alway loved talking about how cute his ass was. Smacking it every chance she got. Now she was going to peg him.

He had read the books she had brought him on it, and knew the theory behind it. He would be lying if he said it didn’t sound intriguing, but he just wasn’t sure that he was going to like it.

He thoughts were yanked back into the moment when he felt her first finger start slowly pushing its way inside of him. It was unusual but it wasn’t totally unpleasant. He held his breath as she started working the digit in and out of him.

She started fondling his sacs as they hung down, rolling them gently in her other hand as she started to work another finger inside him. He bowed his back slightly, loving the feel of her caressing him like that.

His cock was begging for attention, neglected and throbbing as she slowly started scissoring her fingers inside him, stretching him open to the take the dildo she had strapped to her body. It was poking at his lower thigh, and he wondered how it would feel if she brushed it against his shaft.

Armin moaned as she finally wrapped her hand around his cock again. Stroking him lightly in the same rhythm of her fingers, he was eagerly rutting against her hand, pushing his ass back and pushing forward into her fist. He needed to cum, the pressure so tightly inside of him from all the orgasm denial.

He felt his body tense up, his orgasm approaching and she removed her hand again.

“Noooo, Y/N, come on!” He begged. He was close to wrapping his own hand around himself and finishing, but he knew if he did that, it would a a long time before he came anywhere near her pussy again. It wasn’t worth that.

She smacked him on the butt again. “Hush....You’re ready to take this thing now. You’ll cum soon enough, don’t worry.”

He settled back down as she poured a generous amount of lube on the stiff dildo she was wearing and centered herself behind him. She had chosen one that wasn’t too terribly thick, a beginner’s kit, and he was thankful for that when he had seen what she could have bought.

He shivered as she ran a hand down his spine to rest it on his hip. “Ready, baby?” She asked.

He nodded and immediately felt her press the blunted tip of the cock against his lubed and prepped hole.

He gasped, it was definitely bigger than her fingers. The tip finally pass the ring of muscles, the stretching sensation lessened. The burning in his ass wasn’t as bad as it could have been, given the amount of lube she had used. She pushed forward gently, working it in a quarter inch at a time with small measured thrusts.

It started to feel good, like he wanted to rock back and push it fully inside him. But he would let her set the pace. His cock was throbbing again, apparently liking the feeling of his ass being filled.

When she had fully pushed her hips against his ass, she slowly pulled back and pushed into him again without pause. Armin let out a low moan as his back bowed again. Her felt Y/N’s hands tighten on his hip as she pulled back for another thrust.

The next one was harder. A sharp snap of her hips as she buried the cock inside of him. His entire body jolted from the force and he hung his head and cried out in pleasure.

She took it as a sign to really begin. She started moving, her hips ramming against him over and over as the moved the cock in and out of his ass fast. His hands were fisted in the sheets and his toes curling as he started pushing back against her hips, causing her to slam into him harder.

She was hitting something inside him, he knew it was his prostate, but he had never imagined it would feel this fucking good to have something shoved against it. He was meeting her every thrust, whining when the cock was pulled back and grunting in pleasure when it filled him again.

He was sweating, his face red and his body was shaking from pure pleasure as she continued to fuck him. His cock had gotten even harder with every brush against his prostate, precum leaking from the tip as it wept with the need to explode.

He was starting to gasp with every thrust, his voice catching in a sob as she thrusted the cock inside him. He felt it rising, the ball of tension in his stomach, the knot of pleasure coiling inside him. His asshole was clenching around the dildo as he started pushing his hips back faster, frantic for release.

Y/N gripped his hips even harder, her nails digging into his skin as she sped up her movements. She was pounding into him faster than he thought he could every fuck and doing it so well.

“Y-Y/N! I-I’m ab-about to-“ He was stuttering as he tried to tell her.

She knew exactly what he was about to say. She leaned forward with her hips still moving and stroked his cock hard in her fist. ”Cum, baby.” She commanded.

Armin cried out, his voice loud as he exploded. Each spurt of cum shooting from the tip of his cock wrenched another loud sound from his throat as he experienced one of the most intense releases of his life.

His cum had spurted on the pillow, a good 3ft away from his cock. Impressive. His orgasm had seemed to sap him of every bit of strength as the collapsed on the side of the bed, care not to lay in his own release.

Y/N laughed lightly, pleased at his wrecked face and exhausted body. She gently pulled the cock from his ass and took it off. She leaned down and kissed him, his response a little sluggish as his body was still trembling from his orgasm.

“I love you Armin.” She whispered as she snuggled up against his back.

“I love you, Y/N.” He murmured as he shut his eyes for a moment, relaxed and sated.

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mostfreeee · 4 years ago

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ABOUT

Long as the voice inside me says go, I will always keep on running.

My Sonic is primarily games & IDW comics verse. But with some small divergents here and there.

Basics:

Name: Sonic the Hedgehog Age: Canonically 15, but my Sonic is defaulted to 19/20. ( varying greater depending on the verse ) Height: 3ft 2in / 98cm Weight: 77 lb / 35 kg

Synopsis: Sonic is an anthropomorphic hedgehog who can travel faster than the speed of sound. “Got to go fast” is basically his occupation, when he isn’t taking down robots created by an evil genius known as Eggman. He values freedom and nature, two things Eggman seems determined to oppress and destroy.

Generally a people person, Sonic cherishes his friends greatly and enjoys meeting new people. He even has a tendency to make nice with his foes, never one to let a bit of rivalry stop him from getting along with someone.

His carefree attitude can make it seem like he is irresponsible and reckless without ever thinking of the consequences. And while the reckless part is true often enough, he has a strong sense of justice and takes it upon himself to step up whenever the world needs saving.

Apperance:

I see my Sonic having quills on the shorter side, a bit like these (draw by Tyson Hesse)

As much as I adore the long quills that fall down behind him like in regular Modern Sonic designs, something about the shorter quills that spike more backwards than downwards fits so well.

Colour Hexes:

The blue fur: #0000e6

The peach fur: #eebc9d

His eyes: #0bda51

Personality:

Sonic is a pretty laid back guy, in his own way.

He loves to travel, going at incredibly fast speeds, but he also likes to relax and read or nap.

He's all about free will. He wants people to be able to choose what they want to do on their own. Though he knows some people just need a bit of encouragement too and that’s all fine.

He likes being optimistic

For the most part he isn’t necessarily oblivious, he knows all about the bad in the world, but he likes looking at the bright side.

He knows that life doesn’t always have a happy ending, but he is able to picture a better future and thus will always strive for it. Even if that means that he’ll end up severely disappointed at times, it’s better than living your whole life like nothing good will ever come.

He strongly believes in second, and even third, chances. If someone wants to change for the better, why not encourage them to?

Because of this he doesn’t hold grudges well — at least when it comes to himself. If you harmed a friend that’ll get you a bit more of a watchful eye, but ultimately Sonic believes that everyone can change.

(for better or for worse as seen in IDW comics)

He doesn’t have a house, but he definitely has a home.

For all his wanderlust, he’ll always make his way back to where his friends are settled at. Most commonly he’ll go to Tails first, and then take his time making rounds to see his friends again. He eventually gets restless if he doesn’t go out exploring or if there hasn’t been a battle or something to get rid of his excess energy. But he drops by often enough to still be a frequent face.

He loves company

Even if it means he needs to slow down, he’ll most often prefer having company than not. There is always time to squeeze in a run here and there, so he’ll never pass on a chance to hang out if someone is free.

It’s not like he’s clingly, he knows better than anyone that people have their own things to do. He’s perfectly fine being on his own for months on end, and there is usually enough things to distract him during that time. It’s just that if schedules happen to line up he’s definitely going to make the most of it.

If he ever does feel lonely

While rare, he’s first instinct is to go running and looking for a distraction. Because again, he knows people have their own things to do and he doesn’t want to be a bother of all things.

If that doesn’t work, he can usually wander by Tails’s workshop and settle in at a corner under the excuse of wanting a nap without worrying about the weather outside. He won’t bother his buddy, but the sounds of Tails tinkering helps ease the ache in his chest.

His impatience doesn’t come from moving slowly, it comes from not doing what needs to get done.

As stated above, he doesn’t mind slowing down his pace for other people. However, if there is something that needs to get done, whether urgent or not, he wants to get on with it so it’s complete.

He doesn’t like leaving tasks left unfinished because all it does is drag in the back of his mind. He rather be able to go out and have fun without worrying about something else.

If there is something that forces him to move slowly (so he isn’t slowing down by choice) then he does get very impatient very quickly.

He enjoys using corny jokes and inserting random humour whenever he can.

He’s perfectly aware that a lot of his jokes are cheesy, but having people groan in exasperation is just as good as having people laugh in response so!

Really no matter what you do you’ll end up encouraging him.

He’s no genius, he’ll leave that to Tails, but he does end up well enough read.

Though he does gravitate to adventure-type stories, he does like learning about the world and enjoys fun facts.

Often times though, if he falls asleep in the middle of reading a book he doesn’t bother to pick that book up again when he wakes, unless there was something really interesting about it. Even if the book wasn’t boring and he fell asleep due to going for days without rest, he just figures the time to read the book has passed and moves on to the next.

He loves nature

It’s part of why he likes to travel so much. There is always a new sight to see, and nature just never disappoints!

He likes finding all the places where nature is allowed to develop naturally without interference of settlements. When he does come across such a place, he does his best to not disrupt anything there. Which also means he doesn’t move too quickly just so he can be sure his speed doesn’t destroy anything.

He really enjoys naps!

He likes laying down on the grass and feeling the sun shine down on him most, but that comes with the risk of getting caught in the rain so he tries to do it only when there is little chance of rainfall. Otherwise he’ll find little nooks and crannies to settle down in to sleep.

He can’t swim, and he has mild aquaphobia.

He doesn’t mind being around water, like having fun at the beach is okay, but he absolutely hates being submerged in it. (waking up to a sudden downpour when he naps outside also gives him a scare, which is why he is careful before he falls asleep in the open)

If given enough warning, and for good enough reason, he will do his best to hold back his fear to get whatever business done, but you can bet that he’ll be having phantom shivers for a long time after.

He can’t hold his breath underwater for very long, not because he doesn’t have the lung capacity, but because he quickly gets so anxious that he just can’t hold it.

After being submerged in water (whether willingly or unwillingly) Sonic prefers being surrounded by something solid. It could be anything, even a big hug is very much welcomed, but more often than not he’ll find a hole at the side of a mountain and huddle himself in it. He already has a few go to places scattered around, because unfortunately he’s had plenty of experiences being submerged in water.

It doesn’t get any easier even after all this time.

He knows that he’s considered a hero by the mass majority, and he’s come to accept it.

A Hero was something he never wanted to be, though. He just wanted to save the distressed animals at first, and found himself speeding into something he can’t just back out of now.

Not that he would want to back out, per say. He’s incapable of not stepping in if he knows that he can do something to help. And he rather be the person to stop something bad from happening than to just leave it to someone else.

But because he has saved the world multiple times by now, and became (in)famous, he knows that “Hero” is a title he can’t run from anymore. No matter what he says or what he wants, people will call him as such, and with that comes all the responsibility and expectations that he never asked for. He’s more conscious of that than he’d like to admit.

He doesn't really mind it for the most part, though. More often than not it falls in line with what he wants anyways — to stop Eggman. And if people end up shocked because he doesn’t act the way they thought he would, well, that’s on them and with no consequence to him.

He doesn’t let that title dictate his actions, either. He’ll always do what he thinks is right first and foremost. Even if the world says one way is correct, if he believes otherwise he’s doing it his way. He’s not looking for random strangers approval, nor does he particularly want it.

But, because of the title of ‘Hero’ he knows that there are some assumptions made about him. He is acutely aware that a lot of people hold him to high regard, and look up to him. And as much as he likes to think that the title of ‘Hero’ doesn’t affect him, it did change him in some ways.

It’s mostly after being called a Hero that Sonic started putting up a front

It wasn’t a conscious decision or anything, but with so many people, children especially, looking up to him with shining eyes — he found that he wants to be someone they can rely on when they are in danger. Because he’s a caring guy, and small animals and children stir up a protective side of him.

Besides, he figured that he’ll always do what he can to stop Eggman as long as the madman was trying to take over the world, so what’s the harm in letting kids think of him as this big Hero and thus feeling safe with him around?

With that it was all too easy to slip into the persona that the public already created for him.

After all, that persona didn’t come out from nowhere. It was basically just an exaggeration of his already there carefree personality.

He’s generally good at understanding people, and he’ll use that to adapt himself into someone who is comforting for whoever needs it at the time. He genuinely likes being able to help people. And that’s why he’ll play into the whole Hero shtick to the extent he does.

He’d grin widely when he’s around the public, and play off any injury that he suffered. He’d pretend that he wasn’t exhausted after a grueling battle, and that nothing bothered him.

He doesn’t mind ‘breaking character’ if the public gets too much — again, he won’t sacrifice his principles just to live up to other people’s expectations. He’ll do what he believes to be right in the end, but the ‘cool guy who is unbothered by anything’ persona just became so incredibly easy to play.

It’s become a part of who he is, now. That facet of his personality is what he shows the most readily, hiding anything else behind it. He’s always been fond of inserting humour whenever he could to lighten up a situation and cheer someone up, but now he does it to distract people from noticing that anything is wrong. It’s become an unhealthy coping mechanism, but Sonic isn’t about to tell anyone that.

He’d gladly accept any physical help (like in battle), but emotional help is harder for him to welcome.

Again, it comes with the Hero persona he fell into. He’s gotten so used to pretending that nothing is wrong that he sometimes believes it himself that all is fine.

It’s been okay for the most part so far, (as ‘okay’ as emotional suppression can be). He got buy on being able to rewind after any big battle, being surrounded by his friends, and being able to have fun on his own terms.

However, with being captured for six months (Sonic Forces) and knowing deep down that the metal virus outbreak was his fault (IDW comics), it’s a lot harder for Sonic to trick himself into thinking everything is okay.

He’ll still do what he can to fool other people, though.

But, all that said and done, it isn’t like it’s ALL an act.

Down to the core, Sonic is still that fun loving guy. If you were to pull a Shadow and ask Sonic what he is now, he would still answer the same. That he’s ‘just a guy who loves adventure.’ Because it’s still true. He’s very good at living in the moment and making the most out of any situation. And at the end of the day, Sonic just does what he believes in and he has fun along the way.

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pbandjesse · 4 years ago

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My allergies went crazy not long after I got home today. So I am a little bit of a mess. Allergy meds and a shower helped but I don't feel great now. But today was a pretty great day.

But man it was hot. I slept weird. I woke up a lot. But I was okay when my alarm went off. I got up and got dressed. I felt super cute but I wore those black pants and while I look great in them they do not breathe! So I would get a little over heated a few times. But overall was an excellent outfit choice.

James drove me to work so he could take the car and run a bunch of errands. It was a quiet ride but it was nice to just be around him. We had a funny moment when he dropped me off because weee driving behind Ellen and she was going a little fast so he yelled at her (playfully) when we all got to the office. It was super silly. But then they yelled James at him and the people who didn't know he went by James now made a big fuss. It was a silly way to start the day.

And the rest of the day was good. I have given up on being annoyed about helping with check in where they almost never need me and I feel stupid. So I just left and went to the art shed. I honestly use almost that entire time so I don't feel bad.

I got to work cleaning and setting up. I didn't have my first group until 1030 so I had time to make sure things were ready.

And then I somehow destroyed my nail and like you're the whole thing and was very sad. So I went and laid down in the hammock.

Soon the group was here and honestly all the groups today were great. I invited horse camp again. And everyone seemed to have a lot of fun making all the projects. People really like the painting on fabric. And I was told a bunch that they had never done something like that before. And that made me feel good.

But I gotta go find more fabric. I thought I had enough but I was wrong? My plan is to ask Heather tomorrow and if we don't have any to leave early to go to the store and find something. Well see how it goes. I'm not concerned. It's just a timing thing really.

I had a nice lunch break. Took a small nap and listened to a podcast. Some of the YPL teens came to hang out and use my hammock. Which was just fine. I ended up having a really nice conversation with one of them.

And then the horse girls were here. They are super silly. But a good time. And my next group of little kids was a lot of fun too. One of the kids, the son of a counselor, got absolutely splattered in ink so I'm going to have to apologize to her tomorrow. You turn around for just a second....

But they were all great. And I had a really nice day. Though I was very hot. So I decided to go swim again. I was glad to cool down. I love swimming. I spent some time talking to Leshea about who might come help me next week. And it was just nice hanging out.

I sat on the edge of the pool with the horse girls. I am trying to give space but it for sure is not the 6 feet. Closer to the 3ft that the world health organization suggested. But I am still concerned all the time. We are all trying but it's a bit exhausting.

I went and got changed. Told James I would be on the porch whenever he got here. But it would take a while.

That was okay. I enjoyed just sitting on the porch and scrolling on my phone. Talking to Sophie. She said my bag and earrings were cool. Made me feel nice. We also were just yelling with baby Kenny, who learned to say "cheese hat" today. He was going for "cheez it" which was the snack. But ever one hello cheese hat when he did was very silly and fun.

And when James did finally come everyone played that he was a parent picking up a kid. Made him give his id. Looked for my name in the iPad. Everyone is so silly. And I just felt really happy.

I was also just happy to be with James. We ordered chipotle and headed out. Saw a truck's tire explode on the highway. But the accident was averted. And we got our dinner and headed home.

I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. After we ate I laid in the studio but sweetp was very needy and affectionate. Which is why my allergies went wild. We also shared an ice cream sandwich so who knows.

I was pretty unhappy laying there. So eventually I took a shower. And then packed my bag for going to visit Jess this weekend.

And now I am going to sleep. I hope I have lots of energy tomorrow and that you all have a great day. Take care of each other.

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shareighphippsart · 5 years ago

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P3, P4, P5, P6, P7 Scale

I did a photo/ video shoot for my painting. I set up the backdrop using a plain dust sheet that was in the garage. This was perfect as it was 12ft x 9ft. I used a backdrop to try and take out most of the distractions that were in the living room, however some couldn’t be avoided. To put up the sheet, my brother and I closed it into the doors as that was the best way to hold it up without nailing it into the wall. Tape and blue didn’t work as the sheet was too heavy to hold it up. These photos are to show the scale of my painting through photos. I used my brother for scale laying down and stood next to the painting. My brother is 6ft 4” tall. My painting is 7ft long and 3ft high. I wanted to take photos of my painting with my brother as he could help me move them canvas as well being the tallest family member in my household. I would’ve liked to have my uncle next to the painting as he’s slightly taller, however due to covid-19 that was not possible. The first photo is just of the painting. This is to show the full painting without anything else in the photo.

When painting in the garage, the painting seemed a lot bigger as I was working on it up close for prolonged periods of time. But when I moved it into the living room, the painting suddenly appeared to be smaller than what it seemed like in the garage. I feel like this was because I was able to properly stand back from the painting and take it in full. This canvas is not the biggest painting I’ve ever seen, when I’ve been to museums and exhibitions, canvas often vary greatly in size. This is, however, the largest painting that I’ve ever done. Previous to this, the largest size I had done was roughly 1m x 1m. I was definitely out of my comfort zone when I took on the challenge of the size. This was good as an artist I need to venture out and explore different sizes, medians, concepts etc. I fell like I definitely did that in this project. And along the way, a lot of my previous skills that I learned in my workshops came into hand. For ex,apple, painting techniques, using video software, learning about various fabrics and photography.

#art #artstudent #artist #painting #artfoundation #oilpainting #oilpaints #foundationart #fmp

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truenorthstories · 5 years ago

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Hunting Season Part III

Erin didn’t stop running until the darkness made it too dangerous to move at pace. Then she walked, cautiously and quietly, looking for some some spot, anyplace, safe for the night. The best she could find as her energy flagged was a dense copse of thick reeds in a summer meadow. She threaded her way deep into the thicket till she found a bare and dry patch large enough for her to lay down. Exhaustion overtook her; she hadn’t eaten at all this day, she’d run further and faster than she’d ever done, and all her friends —her herd— was gone. She would have mourned them and fretted all night long if her body hadn’t demanded sleep. She collapsed, rather than drifted, into a deep and dreamless rest.

It was still dark when she was startled awake by a hand shaking her shoulder, and a woman’s voice whispering “Wake up, wake up quickly. We’re got to leave this place.” Erin opened her eyes to see a white-haired woman, young so her hair must be dyed, in a rust red fox suit. She had kind but worried eyes. Erin didn’t remember seeing her on the bus or in the crowd, but she was clearly part of this study, or game, or whatever it was. “Before we leave though, let me remove this”, the fox said, leaning over Erin and grasping with her teeth at the back of Erin’s skintight fawn outfit. There was a brief tug and a tearing and then the fox’s face came back in view; something was in her teeth. “They’re tracking all of us, but not anymore” she said, spitting a small metal disc to the ground. “Now let’s go” she said insistently. Erin’s body was cold and she realized she was shivering, probably had been all night. Her muscles were stiff, but she rolled to her knees and accepted the fox’s hand up. “Follow me, I know you can run. We have to hurry” the fox pleaded. Off they went, quietly weaving through the tightly packed reeds, then at a sprint when they got clear to the meadow grass. The fox led her across a nearby creek and up a steep slope of large cedars, keeping to the trees the entire time, avoiding open space, even though dawn had just begun to lighten the forest. Underneath a cliff-like ledge of protruding rock she followed her fox and was surprised when she suddenly disappeared. A few steps later and Erin saw the 3ft circular opening to a small cave, and the fox’s hand beckoning her inside. She crouched and ducked in; it was dark but surprisingly warm inside, unusually warm, and a faint sulphur smell hinted at a geothermal source. Erin’s eyes adjusted eventually to find a small cylindrical cave, narrowest at the opening, no more than 10 feet deep and 4 feet across. Her fox was laying down on a bed of soft grasses… and there was another fox there with her, laying tight beside her! A male fox, his hair was dyed white too! They watched her a moment before moving apart and calling Erin to them. “You are cold… nearly hypothermic. Come and lay between us till you recover.” Erin was still cold and shivering, even after that harried exit from the reeds, so she didn’t object. As she lowered herself between these strange foxes they pressed tightly around her and the heat of their bodies, the warm cedar and salt smell of them, overcame her. She let out an unconscious and contented sigh as her body relaxed into their warmth and safety. “Sleep more, if you can,” the male fox said to her. “But who are you?” Erin asked. “Borne and Arwen” the she-fox said, “but sleep now.” And she did, she nestled into them as they drew a woven grass sheet over the top of them all, and Erin stopped shivering and slept deeply, her head pressed into the chest of the male fox Borne, Arwen wrapped around her from the back.

She awoke to hands running over her hips, other hands running through her hair, and warm breath close to her face. Borne tested her then, with a soft touch of his lips to hers, and as he pulled slowly away she followed, not wanting those lips to leave hers, not now. Arwen’s hand moved up her belly and between her breasts, then down again to search for the special hidden zipper. Erin pulled Borne tightly to her as they kissed more deeply, feeling him long and hard on her belly, while Arwen’s fingers found the zipper, and soon Erin’s skin. Arwen caressed so lightly, just barely touching Erin’s folds while nibbling on her neck and ear. What an amazing touch! Soon Erin was so wet that Arwen couldn’t help but notice and she let her fingers slide inside, slipping back to front, back to front, in a slow and steady rhythm. Borne had reached around and worked Erin’s back zipper down now, and soon her fawn suit was off her shoulder, then down, further down, till her breasts were free. That’s when Borne turned her slowly around to face Arwen, whose soft lips and generous breasts pushed to her. She was kissing Arwen and softly moaning while Borne held her splayed on her side by supporting her upper leg. He teased his long cock across her vulva now… she could tell it was getting wet from her and god she was ready for him. But still he teased, back and forth, till she finally turned her head to look at him, over her shoulder, and gasped “please.” He smiled as he entered her, nuzzling the back of her neck as he slowly slid his entire length inside her. Erin gasped. Arwen gently tugged on one of her nipples with her teeth. In no time flat Erin rose and rose, over the forest, over the clouds, out into the blue sky before crashing down, her muscles convulsing, in wave after wave of pleasure that washed across her and seemed to heal ever ache and pain of the past two days. “Good girl” Borne whispered in her ear. “But we’re not even close to done.” There, between the two foxes, Erin lived a hundred days of pleasure in 40 minutes before they all collapsed exhausted, wrapped together in warmth and animal smells.

After some time recovering, Arwen handed Erin a jar with water, and offered her some food as well. Erin put her fawn suit back in place and ate… she was starving. “Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty” said Arwen. “We know how to raid the food boxes without getting caught by the hunters”. Arwen moved closer to the cave entrance and then motioned Erin over “Look.” Now that it was light, Erin could see that the cave had a commanding view, though somewhat obstructed by trees, of the meadow below where she had spent the night. In fact, it was a clear shot to the thicket of reeds where she’d slept. Arwen motioned for silence with a finger to her lips and then pointed. Down in the meadow a ring of hunters had surrounded the reeds and were slowly moving in, collapsing the circle around the very spot where Erin had slept. “They think you’re still in there… remember the tracker?” Arwen whispered. The hunters, on some signal, suddenly charged and converged on the thicket. Their yells of triumph turned ugly when they realized that Erin was no longer there, and one of them emerged holding something small in his hand, gesticulating wildly. They must have found the tracker. “Thank you!” Erin whispered to Arwen with true gratitude, pushing her body up close to her liberator. “I think you’d better stay with us a little longer” Arwen said, with a soft little kiss to her lips.

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mungo-grubb · 9 months ago

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Nathan’s Sweet European Vacation Part IV (Nathan’s Sweet New Role) End

[Male Weight Gain, transformation, Strong M/M Themes with graphic nudity. 18+ Viewers are on Patreon….]

Nathan continues oscillating over his blown-out stomach, still sucking on the tube of sweet filling. He is at the mercy of the handsome baker.

His 6’1 frame sits atop a pale, billowing belly that stretches past his arms and legs. From afar, he looks like the world’s biggest dumpling, with about an 8ft diameter circumference. His skin is still cool to the touch, pliable, and very sensitive. He can feel the cold stone underneath him, the heat radiating off the oven in the background, and the warm draft flowing over his huge backside. Despite his size or how much he has eaten, he doesn’t have the sensation of feeling heavy. He only feels a floating sensation, as if laying on a waterbed in a constant motion of rocking.

Gareth thinking to himself, “Wow, your appetite is unstoppable. I bet you can dispose of all of my stale pastries. You seem to really enjoy them, and I hate to see them go to waste. Let’s test out your capacity, shall we?”

“Hello – my little matzo ball. How are you enjoying your room for the evening?”

Nathan could only moan in response.

“I am glad to hear. I wasn’t expecting such a delicious stud like you to wander into my shop and stay the night, but I am glad we can make the most of it.”

“I have some more baked goods for you to enjoy, and because you may have some trouble moving, I'll feed them to you. How does that sound, handsome?”

Nathan moans again while his eyes examine the table. Deep down, he doesn’t want a single bite, but his belly screams for more.

“That’s a good lad,” says Gareth as he pulls the piping bag from Nathan’s lips, breaking the constant flow of filling.

Nathan purses his lips, like a baby missing a pacifier.

“Very good - one down, four dozen to go!” as Gareth picks up the next baguette.

***

About forty-five minutes into the feeding, Gareth has set a good pace and is almost halfway through the baguettes. To break up the sound of chewing and pass the time, Gareth talked to Nathan.

“No worries, though, we will make up for that and then some. My little butterball.”

As Gareth fed Nathan, he teased him. Often, pinching his cheeks or giving his over-inflated moobs a solid “SMACK” leaving them wobbling in place.

Occasionally, he would stop constant stuffing and shove a piping bag into his mouth. This allowed Gareth time to walk around the former athlete to see his progress.

On this pass around, Gareth noticed that the size of Nathan’s arms, no longer laying limp on the belly but sticking out, had receded about halfway into his body and they had become girthier. His legs in a similar state, looked significantly smaller as his ass invaded the space. “Just marvelous”.

With revitalized vigor, Gareth, adjusting his crotch, circled back around to Nathan’s front. “We have work to do!” He said with his familiar smile.

He started to shove pastry after pastry into Nathan’s mouth. His cheeks puffed out until they reached capacity. “Be a good lad and get all of these down for me. Can you do that for me, handsome?”

Nathan’s gullet rose to the task, swiftly ingesting and dissolving treat after treat. His body swelled as he became just the receiving end of a never-ending conveyor belt of pastries.

Gareth paused his onslaught of delights to catch his breath and remove his shirt to cool off. His muscly body gleamed in the kitchen light. Beads of sweat clung to his pecks and abs. His musk mingled with the sweet smells in the air to form an intoxicating cologne. Gareth was a sight to behold. It was the aspirational body that Nathan once thrived to achieve, but it is lost on Nathan now.

Gareth prepared himself for another round. “Let us get these last in you quickly. It has already been a long, eventful evening, and I still have to start baking for tomorrow morning.”

Gareth was relentless as he rammed baked good after baked good into the giant inflating pale balloon.

“Great job dumpling! You managed to eat all of my left overs I had for you.” A slight moan could be heard from within the fat folds.

“You are unbelievable. I think you should stay here with me, and you can have all of my leftovers. In exchange, I will take care of you and make sure you’re hungry and sexual appetite is always satisfied.”

A long soft moan was heard from Nathan. “Great, I will take that as a YES!”

Looking at Nathan, his current size will be an issue. Gareth knew full well that he could not fit through a door, let alone walk by himself.

I think I am going to have to figure out a way for you to lose some weight before we consider rolling you out of the shop. Once a little smaller, I can get you to the loading dock where I can move you to a flatbed trailer. Once loaded, I will take you to my cottage in the woods, where I can set you up in my nice and cozy barn. This way, I can replace my makeshift milking device with an actual one, and you will have plenty of room to grow.

“How does that sound, stud?”

END

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