#hmmm to be fair... i think i was too young to be doing that.... actually now i think about it. must have been like 15 years ago?

[parakeetpark]

I watched Jaws 1975 for the first time in over a decade and now I've got that Lemon Demon song stuck in my head and i want to find out more about how it was made

[t1red-twilight]

just like heaven

summary: inspired by every conversation i have ever had. feel free to request this duo because i kind of love them

content/warnings: gn!reader, goth/alt!reader, fluff, corny:/

word count: 0.7k

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on one of the very rare friday nights that you and spencer had free, you both were catching up on your favorite show.

“what did you think if me when you first saw me?” at spencer’s inquiry, you paused. you hadn’t really thought of this; when you looked at spencer now, you felt the exact same way you did when you saw his favorite purple tie several years ago.

-

he was tall and thin, and his tie was purple and had a paisley pattern on it. the pattern clashed with his argyle sweater vest, but his shirt was a cohesive purple that matched the tie. while your shoes made you a few inches taller, he still towered over you slightly.

when you introduced yourself, he stuttered out his name and his academic achievements.

damn, you were really in for it this time. this tall stick bug with jesus hair might very well be the death of you.

-

“hmmm,” you traced shapes onto his arms that were around your middle. “i thought that you looked like the most pretty person i had seen. i still think that, by the way. but also that you looked too young to have three doctorate degrees.”

his cheek moved to rest against the top of your head and he exhaled out a breathy laugh. you shuffled impossibly closer to him. “yeah, i’ve heard that a couple times.”

the two of you settled back into watching the show again. following a pause, you asked him that same think. “well, what did you think of me when you first saw me?”

you swore that you could hear him mulling over what he was going to say in his head. “c’mon. did you think i looked like i was going to be mean and heinous and drink your blood or something?”

“well actually, i was quite alarmed, my love. i was a little scared, to be honest.” while you respected his honesty, this was a funny anecdote to you as you had been told this several times throughout your life.

“you thought that i was scary?”

spencer chuckled at this. you were laying on the couch as he held you. he looked away from the tv as he responded to you. “i didn’t think you were scary, per se, i was just scared of you.” he stiffened at the realization that he might be offending you.

worried that he had offended you, he rambled on. “i was quite sheltered growing up, so seeing someone come to work with platform loafers on and enough jewelry to make a tsa agent scream i was a little unnerved.”

“okay that may be a fair point, but you know i tone down the vampirism for work,” you replied. the tone you had gave spencer the impression that you were not, in fact, offended; he relaxed his stiffened posture. “my loafers aren’t even the most intimidating out of my shoes.”

he laughed at this, and his arms tightened around you, and he urged you to look at him.

“of course that didn’t last long. your dark garb doesn’t at all match your sweet personality.” not knowing how to respond to this, you didn’t respond further than a hum. you moved your hand to rub circles into his belly over his old gray fbi academy shirt.

“you know, it wasn’t just the demonias that were alarming, honey.” at your questioning look, he continued. “you do happen to be the most beautiful person that i have ever seen.”

“i am?” you peeled your eyes away from the tv to look at him quizzically.

very nonchalantly, he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “of course you are, angel. i wouldn’t be telling you that if it wasn’t the truth.”

“well, i appreciate it, spence.” he looked at you as if you were being sarcastic. “i mean it, i’m flattered,” you smiled as you looked into his eyes.

he smiled back at you. “i mean it. you look like an old cathedral or something. daunting but alluring.”

“that is a huge compliment, even though the way you said it sounded incredibly pretentious.” you laughed lightly, replying without hesitating. “i think you look like a hot version of professor plum from clue.”

this got a full belly laugh from spencer. “i suppose i do wear a lot of purple.”

you both turned back to the television and continued your show.

“...wait, you think i’m pretty?”

[lollytea]

hunter baby fever haver so true. guy who is mentally furnishing a nursery before even having his own place. baby name book addict. hes comparing & crossreferencing BI & earth names as soon as children start to be a possibility

Fr I don't think he even particularly cared about kids at all until a certain point. Like his lukewarm reaction to little Philip in Hollow Mind, before he actually realized who he was? He was all like "Hm. Yes. That certainly is. A Child."

But then he starts his apprenticeship under Dell and suddenly he's exposed to kids every day. And he's put into situations where he needs to talk to them and understand them because it helps with the palisman carving process. And he was pretty awkward at first cuz he has barely had any interaction with children before this (King was the only child he knew, who happens to be very mature for his age) and kids are weird and bizarre and unpredictable and Hunter is a little out of his depth. But he gradually get accustomed to it and even warms up to being around them, even finding them endearing. So at that point he's like "Hmmm....maybe....maybe I'd like kids one day. Maybe....."

But then, but then, but THEN!!! But then he's at work one day and somebody lets him hold their baby and its all fucking over for him. It awakens the beast. He's not normal anymore. How can he possibly be normal??? How??? How can he continue to exist and live an indifferent life when babies are so fucking SMALL?????? WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!! And then it just gets worse and worse and worse over time. He gets more and more comfortable with kids. He holds more babies. Now he's just insane about it.

And the thing is. Hunter knows he and Willow are too young for a baby. He knows neither are emotionally mature enough. He knows they still have so much growing up to do. He KNOWS okay he knows. So he's not begging for a baby. He has no intention of trying to have a baby right now. But that doesn't stop him from being in AGONY over the fact that it's gonna be several years before he can have a baby. His primal instincts are like. WANNA HOLD BABY!!! WANNA SQUISH BABY!!!! WANNA SMOOCH BABY!!!!!

Man is sighing wistfully over little baby clothes at the market and Willow's kicking herself for leaving him unattended cuz now he's gonna be in one of those moods tonight where he's whispering potential baby names in her ear when they're cuddling and she's had ENOUGH of it. She already wakes up every morning to twelve video links from Hunter of toddlers eating lemons and making funny faces or some shit because its usually in the middle of the night when his fever is the most potent.

Willow wants kids one day too. But she's also in very deep in her Flyer Derby thing. So while Hunter's idea of having children is the aftermath, Willow's mind immediately goes to the pregnancy part. And like. She has no intention of taking a pause from her athlete life yet. She's thriving.

Tho in fairness she does think it's kinda funny just how much of a menace Hunter is over this. He's just. Listen. If Hunter was never supposed to be a father, fate wouldn't land him with so many hobbies that could be utilized for future fatherhood.

An avid bookworm with an insanitable curiosity? He's 19 years old and reading parenting books for fun.

A tailor? He can sew, knit and embroider. He can MAKE little baby hats and mittens and booties and blankets. He'd probably be so excited to do so actually.

Woodcarver? He can build little wooden baby toys. He can make a mobile with little dangling palismen. He can build the goddamn crib itself and carve patterns into it of all of his and Willow's favourite flowers.

Like. He's spent a decade preparing. He's gonna be so ready when the time comes. But also you know that when the time DOES finally come and Willow tells him the exciting news, Hunter's euphoric celebration lasts for a total of four and a half minutes before he's like "Oh Titan....oh Titan, Willow, what if I'm a horrible father?"

He's a mess of a man.

[underworld-park-offical]

GREGORY: Well! That was incredibly draining.

ESTELLA: Oh don’t you even start, young man!

ESTELLA: You barely did a thing!

GREGORY: Oh I HELPED!!!

ESTELLA: When I ASKED!!!

ESTELLA: You were more concerned with playing Papa’s Cupcakeria!

GREGORY: That game is really fun, okay?!

ESTELLA: Whatever, what shall we do now?

GREGORY: …Play Papa’s Cupcakeria together?

ESTELLA: No thank you.

ESTELLA: I do not mean to offend, but If I hear that game’s soundtrack one more time I will throw that computer.

GREGORY: Hmmm…

GREGORY: I know!

GREGORY: We could play Kiss, Marry, Kill!

ESTELLA: GREGORY!!!

ESTELLA: NO!!!! ESTELLA: That game is lewd, violent, and inappropriate!

ESTELLA: Who would we even be kissing, marrying, and killing in these scenarios???

GREGORY: Why, the humans, of course!

ESTELLA: Absolutely not.

GREGORY: Awww! Pleeeease??

ESTELLA: Gregory. Bellarose.

GREGORY: Pretty please?

ESTELLA: Gregory. Wolfgang. Bellarose.

GREGORY: What if I said pretty please with a cherry on top covered in a banana sundae?

ESTELLA: …

ESTELLA: I do like banana sundaes…

GREGORY: Wonderful!!!

GREGORY: Starting off strongly, Craig.

GREGORY:  Can we agree to kill this one?

ESTELLA: As a pacifist, I firmly believe others do not deserve death…

ESTELLA: ….

ESTEALLA: However

ESTELLA: He has gone through great lengths to ensure your internet extravaganza is as unenjoyable as possible, so I agree.

ESTELLA: Put the boy in the Pear Wiggler.

GREGORY: I did not expect that, being honest…

ESTELLA: No.

ESTELLA: Kill this one too.

GREGORY: Estella! I am surprised at you!

ESTELLA: I had to be in. That INCELS body. For three. Hours. 

ESTELLA: I could not bathe.

ESTELLA: The body was constantly SHITTING itself.

ESTELLA: And he smelt of doritos and body odor.

ESTELLA: I think my choice is justified.

GREGORY: Okay queen, that was actually really slay of you! Go off!

GREGORY: I think his little ex is more tolerable, though!

ESTELLA: I hate to be mean, but he was right to break up with him.

GREGORY: Exactly! Those nasty ass hands…

ESTELLA: Please don't remind me…

ESTELLA: Now, I wouldn't marry  Tolkien, but a smooch wouldn't hurt anyone.

GREGORY: For what he did to Clyde I'd get down on my knees and start throwing rings at him.

ESTELLA: I thought you liked that Stanley boy?

GREGORY: Mmmm…

GREGORY: Reconsidering my options….

ESTELLA: Oh dear, why so?

GREGORY: HE WON’T SMOOCH ME!!!!

ESTELLA: That is his loss then! You are a wonderful boy, Gregory. You deserve better.

GREGORY: Estella you don't get it.

GREGORY: Dad bods and pathetic men are my weakness.

ESTELLA: Gregory…. Raise your standards for your own sake…

GREGORY: If my standards went any higher, I'd be single for life.

ESTELLA: Fair enough, I suppose…

GREGORY: WHY WON'T YOU SMOOCH ME WHY WON'T YOU SMOOCH ME WHY WON'T YOU SMOOCH ME!!!???

ESTELLA: He may not like men, dear….

GREGORY: HOMOPHOBIA!!! HE IS HOMOPHOBIC!!!!! HE DOESN'T WANT TO KISS ME AND THAT MAKES HIM A HOMOPHOBE!!!!

ESTELLA: I suppose I'm killing this one too…

GREGORY: I'm forcing him into marriage. He. Will. Kiss. Me.

ESTELLA: Gregory, calm down.

ESTELLA: You're here, I need you here.

GREGORY: Sorry… sorry… 

GREGORY: Oh Dear look at that one…

GREGORY: Green is NOT his color…

ESTELLA: Don't be rude! You can not bully him!

GREGORY: What? It's not bullying! It's an astute observation! He's a ginger! Gingers don't look good in lime green! It's constructive criticism!!!

GREGORY: Oughh… I think I'm going to have to kill him…

ESTELLA: GREGORY!!!

ESTELLA: (Sigh) 

ESTELLA: I for one, think he's a nice boy, and will give him a little smooch, as a treat.

GREGORY: Erm… which one's this again?

ESTELLA: Oh I'm afraid I don't know.

GREGORY: Is he new or something?

ESTELLA; Oh no no no! I think he's the blue haired Fellow!

ESTELLA: TrollyHomme was his name, right?

GREGORY: Hell-

ESTELLA: Language 

GREGORY: -If I know

ESTELLA: Hmmmm….

GREGORY: Kill?

ESTELLA: Kill?

GREGORY: Kill.

ESTELLA: Mhm.

GREGORY: Hmmm, I'm not sure about this one?

GREGORY: I think this will be the first one I kiss. 

GREGORY: That country accent weakens me.

ESTELLA: What accent  he speaks in mumbles.

GREGORY: You can hear it sometimes!!!

ESTELLA: No you cannot.

GREGORY: How can you not?? It's so obvious!

ESTELLA: I have no comment on this one. He smells of metal, which concerns me.

GREGORY: Why? He could just be a mechanic?

ESTELLA: Or a murdering robot.

GREGORY: Oh please! They haven't been active in centuries, we'll live.

(edits made by @pissblanket)

[millenari]

To you, what’s the key belief or beliefs in cats? I just really like your takes

Hmmm, key belief(s) as in, the beliefs that are woven through the media itself and are communicated to the (human) audience, or key beliefs as in, the beliefs the characters themselves hold, like the Cat Religion(TM)?

in terms of the media: I have a lot of thoughts about Cats and how it dwells so much on the concept of cycles. The Jellicle Ball happens once a year, in a cycle. The cat chosen for the Choice is reborn into a new life, a new cycle. The main song, Memory, is about dwelling on the happiness you once had and using it to motivate you through current hard times, another cycle. There's a particular back-and-forth through the whole play of the old versus the young, not just for Griz and her memories, but also in the cast. Jenny's song -about how she's hardworking and motherly and worthy of respect- is followed by Tugger the rebel being Young Dumb and Sexy. Jerrie and Teazer's playful acrobatic song is followed by the respectful duet that honors Deuteronomy as the oldest cat in the tribe. Back and forth, another cycle. The cats who reach out to Griz out of compassion are all young, and the ones that pull them away are all old. Throughout the play there's this almost tension between the young and the old, and it ends with Memory, where a young cat (the youngest maybe) and an old cat come together to teach the whole tribe a lesson about compassion and forgiveness.

A lot of Cats fans don't like Moments of Happiness much, but it's one of my favorite Cats songs. The lyrics are kind of dense, and they're not taken from any of TSE's cutesy cat poems, they're from one of his more serious pieces, The Dry Salvages, which discusses the cyclic nature of humanity and life and death.

Where is there an end of it, the soundless wailing, The silent withering of autumn flowers Dropping their petals and remaining motionless; Where is there an end to the drifting wreckage, The prayer of the bone on the beach, the unprayable Prayer at the calamitous annunciation? There is no end, but addition

(He must've been fun at parties, but to be fair I think anyone who lived through world war I and II was probably also like this).

Deuteronomy's lyrics from the Dry Salvages are taken from the middle-ish, and that section has a lot to do with age and experience and how they change how a person looks at things.

It seems, as one becomes older, That the past has another pattern, and ceases to be a mere sequence— Or even development: the latter a partial fallacy Encouraged by superficial notions of evolution, Which becomes, in the popular mind, a means of disowning the past.

Which is obviously super relevant to Deuteronomy, Resident Old As Shit Man™. I could go on about this poem & MoH for forever (But I Wont), but I think it has a lot to do with these themes in Cats of aging and dying and living again, and passing on your experiences to the younger people along the way. tldr:

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No wait actually I have more to say about Cats and The Dry Salvages. The whole poem is basically TSE going on and on about how life is cyclic and there's no real forward progress and humanity is fighting a losing war against nature and ourselves, and death is inevitable, etc etc. But it actually ends on a positive note

[For most of us] Who are only undefeated Because we have gone on trying; We, content at the last If our temporal reversion nourish (Not too far from the yew-tree) The life of significant soil.

Essentially this last bit is kind of saying 'the only reason humanity hasn't been 'defeated' by now is because we keep trying and living despite all the cyclic hardship and inevitability we face'. And the only way we can truly content ourselves is by 'nourishing' 'the life of significant soil'.

Of course there's interpretation there but that last bit makes me think of children. Maybe our lives don't mean anything and maybe humanity is caught in a cycle of violence and death but even with how temporary our lives truly are, we can still tend to something that'll outlast us, we can still tend to our communities and our children.

And that really ties into Cats and how Cats doesn't even really have much of a plot- because the plot isn't the point. The point, any dedicated Cats fan will tell you, is watching the silly little cat people interact and live with each other. The point is the relationships between these characters and how they're acted out on the stage/screen. There's no single overarching metaphor at hand here, or some 1:1 message that everything you see in Cats is working towards. It's just a bunch of characters living their lives, on an important holiday for them.

It's kind of the same thing for humanity in general. What is the point of life? Most of us are just... people. We have no grand purpose or Destiny™ we're working towards, we're just going to live our lives, unremarkable and mundane. But that doesn't mean that our lives have no point. Because, even if we haven't really consciously thought about it before, most of us do know deep down that the goal/purpose of our lives is to tend to and contribute to the communities we live in. It's what humans (and cats) do.

& idk I feel like that's really beautiful and meaningful for Cats in its own way? Sometimes all life has gotta be is sucking and fucking and taking care of each other along the way. Sometimes all life has to be is having a good time with those you love. Sometimes all life has to be is sitting down to watch a silly cat musical with catchy songs and fun dances.

And given that Cats made billions of dollars and broke all sorts of records, I feel like that's an idea that resonated with a lot of people, at least on some level.

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And now all of that said. Look at this. Look at fucking this. 'Munkustraps snickerdoodles'. Why do I always find the weirdest shit when searching for Cats images on google.

[twistedtalking]

Elloo, can I request 5 random twist characters of your choosing respindinv to being called "hello bbg 👈👈"

-sincerely, Nigel :))

Aww, you requested~

Thanks for requesting! (unlike a certain someone who promised to request something november pa)

5, hmmm

Well, lucky you! The 1st years, my babies, are 5. ...Well, except Ortho....and Grim...

How about Heartslabyul instead?

Fair warning: I will be writing this as them knowing you for a while now. Like, besties level for Ace and Deuce. Also, I'll add the romance to this post in a later date.

I do not condone yandere behavior in real life

It's just something i find really fun to write

TW: manipulation, gaslighting, Isolation, Riddle losing his sanity(all 3),

Okay, now onto the prompt!

Riddle: Baby girl?! Have you no respect?! Rule 574 of the queen of hearts, "You shall call your queen a nickname on tuesdays" . Today is Friday, Prefect. Breathe in, breathe out. Well, as this is your 1st offense, I won't get that mad. But if you do it again, it is OFF WITH YOUR HEAD- Wait, you don't have magic. Nevermind. Just, don't do that again. At least, not on Thursdays.

Trey: …hi? (Mumbling) what just happened…

Cater:

Hey QT pie!Oh,BTW the dormleader's looking for the Adeuce Duo. If you find them, text me ASAP, k? OK,c u. Cay-Cay signing out.

Ace Ace: Good day, dumbass 3. Dumbass 2 is over there Deuce: I am not a dumbass! Ace: Ace: You THREW me up a CHANDELIER without thinking about the Landing! Deuce: That was months ago Ace: You thought trees weren't alive Deuce:… Prefect: So who's Dumbass 1? Grim? Ace: Me, obviously. Cause I'm number one! Prefect: The number one dumbass Ace: Yeah- Ace: HEY!!! Deuce Deuce: BBG? Huh? What does that mean? Ace, smirking: It means Bad Breath Guy Deuce: What?! But I brush my teeth thrice a day, otherwise Clover-senpai(Trey) would kill me. Unlike Ace. Ace: Hey, I do brush my teeth, twice! Deuce: Never seen you do it Ace: Well, I do. You're just blind, Deuce. Deuce:Hey- Cater: BBG means Baby Girl, Deuce-chan. What, you think I called Trey-kun bad breathe? Cater: Like, I value my life/hj Adeuce duo: WHAT?! Adeuce: Well anyways... Deuce: YOU WERE LYING?!?! Oh wait, when do you not. Ace:Hey- Deuce: Well then, um... Deuce: You my homie too, Prefect. - -

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Romance

Riddle:

Baby Girl?? BABY GIRL?!?! Who taught you that word? Was it Ace?! CATER?? (Mumbled)Breathe in, breathe out, Riddle. Sevens, give me strength.

My love, there are hundreds of other terms of endearment yet you choose BABY GIRL?!?! Breathe in, breath out. Dear, PLEASE choose another nickname. For the sake of my sanity. Prefect: what about shortcake? Shortcake?? Short- (Breathe in, breathe out) That...would do. Just, do not call me that in public...please.

Trey:

Hello...grape pie?

Pft. Hehehe.

Hello, orange juice. Hello, Lemon pie. Hello, Cutie cakes.

Hmm, actually, I like the last one.

Alright, from now on your name's Lemon Pie. Hahaha, Hey, put the frying pan down!

Heheh, I'm just joking...Lemon Pie.

Cater: Oh hey, QT~ Didn't notice you were here already. Hon, you got to stop sneaking up on me, Hehe. (Prefect: Okay, what happened?) What do you mean what happened? Nothing happened!Everything's picture perfect! (Prefect: .... ) Nothing gets through you, huh. Well, Trey just posted a pic on magicam. Not like a pie photo. It was a photo of him, Riddle, and Chenya. I guess I got a little jealous, heh. Sometimes I wished we didn't move a lot when I was young. Maybe I would have gotten childhood friends...Huh? What's that? Spicy Ramen?! Heh, you really know me best, don't you. ...thanks. For everything.

Ace:

Hi honey cheeks, love of my life, bane of my existence, darling, Sweetheart, you're always right.

(Prefect: what did you do)

Nothing! How dare you think I would do something idiotic.

…Okay, I may have forgotten to do the assignment for history of magic. PLEASE LET ME COPY YOUR ANSWERS! TREIN'S GONNA KILL ME!!!

(Prefect: you're an idiot)

I'm YOUR idiot~

(Prefect: So is Deuce)

Deuce?! Nuh-uh. I'm much better than Deuce. He's an idiot. I'm a smarter idiot. Big difference. Plus, I got boyfriend points.

So Dear, would you please give me your answers~

(Prefect: PROFESSOR TREIN-)

NOOOO!!!

You betrayed me. I thought you loved me. Was it all a lie? You don't deserve me. Goodbye.

(Prefect: stop being so melodramatic. Here, the answers. Don't make it obvious though, okay?)

Yandere

Riddle: If it was anyone else, who called me that,

"IT'D BE OFF WITH THEIR HEAD!"

But as it is you, I suppose I could let it slide~ You'll attend the next unbirthday party, my Rose. I've already prepared your attire. I can't wait to see you there~

Trey:

Well Prefect, I thought I was the one with the bad jokes in this relationship, haha.

Did you learn that from Cater, love?

Sometimes I feel like you spend more time with him than you do with me...

...Uh, never mind.

Love? I didn't call you love, what do you mean?Hey, I baked your favorites. Here, have a bite. Yes, I know you have somewhere to go, But one bite wouldn't hurt, right?

Don't worry, you're gonna LOVE it~

Cay-Cay, your bae-bae:

Hi QT pie!

Hey babe, you accidentally tagged Deuce-chan instead of me in your post. Y'know, the "Best Boi" one. Don't worry, I forgive you. Everyone makes mistakes. But be careful next time, ok. Oh, you seem agitated. You ok? Someone just txted you a threatening message?! They're gonna spill the tea to the Octotrio?! OMG! Don't worry, Cay-Cay can solve this mess. You can trust me~

Ace:

Oh, Hey, Prefect!

You're late. Almost thought you wouldn't show. But I knew you wouldn't throw away an opportunity to spend time with your favorite person.

(Prefect: Deuce ain't here, though?)

I meant me.

That wasn't funny, Prefect.

(Prefect: sorry)

Well, you should be. You hurt my feelings!

Don't worry, I forgive you.

I, the oh-so-gracious Trappola, forgive your sin~

(Prefect: *eye rolls and smirks*)

See, you're smiling again! It suits you way more than that worried face before.

I love it.

Hehe, I didn't say anything. You're just imagining things, Prefect! What did you thought I said? Aww, you won't tell me?I thought we were close~

Hey, why do you look so worried?

(Prefect: It's been 5 minutes, but Deuce still hasn't arrived)

Deuce? Oh, don't worry about him. He's probably of to do extra work for one of the teachers. Y'know, honor student and all that.

Let's just enjoy our time together. It's way more fun with just the two of us anyway~

(Prefect: And Grim!)

Yeah, and Grim...

And you have reached the end of this post!

What? Were you waiting for someone else?

Deuce? Who's Deuce? You must be hallucinating. There's no one named like that here.

He doesn't matter anyways...

Daily Bible verse of the day(yes, I'll be doing this from now on):

For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes:

first to the Jew, then to the Gentile.

Romans 1:16 NIV

[greentrickster]

Thinking more about Yue Qingyuan and Tianlang-jun’s accidental cross-country roadtrip back to Cang Qiong. Since this is an SVSSS AU, let’s add a few hindrances to stretch it out into a nice long bonding exercise, shall we?

Hmmm... well, Tianlang-jun’s easy - he has to be super careful about how much power he uses, less he destroy his current body with demonic qi and be forced back into his usual body before it’s fully healed (which is taking a decent amount of time since it was, you know. Pixelation levels of messed up), so he’s being very, very careful not to do anything to compromise his current physical freedom.

And Yue Qingyuan... let’s say he had some sort of cursed item suppressing his qi when they were stuck in a room together, and he managed to force it off but it also disrupted the seal keeping his life force in the Xuan Su sword, so it’s leaking some now. The crack is currently pretty small, so the leak is minor, but any significant use of qi makes it bigger and the flow larger, so he has to be very, very careful how much he does. Circulating his qi, cleaning meridians, and smaller stuff is about all he’s good for cultivation-wise at the moment. Drawing his sword in this condition might actually kill him.

Tianlang-jun is not happy to hear that Yue Qingyuan’s got some weird cultivator sickness going on (before he learns The Truth(tm) ), and is fully expecting this rich young master to have no idea how to rough it. Thus it’s something of a shock to discover, hey, actually YQY’s better at it than he is. Tianlang-jun’s needed for his know-how about the demonic realm’s flora and fauna, and his plant body is still currently stronger, but YQY seriously knows how to make camp, find kindling, cook basic meals, heck, even how to start a fire without qi! And (and this is the scary part) he’s not even complaining about it! Why is the big, fancy, powerful sect leader not flinching about getting his pretty robes and pretty hair and expensive everything all messed up and having to rough it, huh?!?

Meanwhile Yue Qingyuan’s hardcore Shook because I think it would be fair to say that this is the first time he’s well and truly lost it since the Lingxi Caverns, because he has been Very Very Careful, and he’s just having A Day Of It. Setting up and camp and having to worry about food for once is almost a relief, because the memories it brings back are bad, but at least they’re familiar, so he’s clinging to that with both hands at the moment. Time to tie back sleeves, put away the hair crown, and put up his hair in a more sensible style. Also, to talk Tianlang-jun into letting Yue Qingyuan clear his meridians for him, he’s not having a guest of the sect drop dead on him just because they got kidnapped and traumatized and left on the run in the demon realm. They’re near the border, anyway, it’s fine.

(Yue Qingyuan has been looking himself in the mirror every day for at least forty years and going, ‘this is fine,’ like heck he’s going to stop now.)

Also they actually do have some supplies, because, brand-new headcanon that I just grew, Yue Qingyuan generally carries a qiankun pouch on him with some survival basics in it. Whenever he’s asked about it by other sect members, he just brushes it off with something along the lines of, “A good leader is always prepared,” but the real reason is to assuage the fears that growing up on the streets and in slavery leaves you with. Sect Leader Yue is a responsible grown-up who does not run away from his problems, but he’s ready to at a moment’s notice if necessary.

It’s not enough supplies for a situation like this, but it’s a start. They have fire-starting tools, some money, some food, too many knives, a few lengths of rope, a couple sets of more sensible clothes.

Tianlang-jun: ...why do you have so many knives?

Yue Qingyuan: They’re useful. You never know when you might need a knife for something.

Tianlang-jun: I mean, yeah, but this feels... excessive?

Yue Qingyuan: Junshang must be in a better mood, to be able to joke so. :)

Tianlang-jun: (stop being interesting and making me want to figure out your secrets, I don’t like you, I just want to fix you up a bit so I can bully you for helping stick me under a mountain, stop looking handsome in normal-person clothes-!!!!)

Yue Qingyuan: (reorganizing their inventory and carefully not paying attention to the fact that Tianlang-jun is wearing some of his clothes and looking kind of really good in them)

(Because confused, distrustful, confrontational, and thirsty is the SVSSS way! Also, I am fully prepared to peel back every layer of disguise Yue Qingyuan has created to reveal the scared, desperate street kid that’s still inside him, I don’t think I’ve ever really seen that done and I’ve suddenly discovered that it’s something I really want. If you can’t find the terrified child inside of you, how are you ever supposed to tell them they’re not alone anymore and you’re able to keep you both safe now?)

[pinkytoothlesso11]

Hi Pinky here is My ideal of Changeling Claire unlike the Last one i don't intending for Strickler to be a Shadowmancer(tho it would be Pretty cool if he was).

Basically not creeping anyone out Claire is a 16 year old Changeling in the Series, She was found raised by Nomura, Nomura Made Sure that Strickler would teach her everything relating to School as well as how to blending in with the humans, Nomura would teach her everything relating to School. She's See Nomura as her Mother as Strickler as more of uncle but she have great of Love form both of them. on the Same note She try to Kill Jim but very much Like Strickler, she Just can't do it or have hard time to do it. Tho Nomura Skulled her for it even became really Violent when she isn't not willing to do it, i much not much of the writer but in time, but i want for Claire to Joined the team i Just didn't figured this one yet.

so give your ideas and thoughts of how her Story Should Progress

Regardless of if Strickler is a shadowmancer, as it could easily still he Claire, changeling! Claire is always so interesting and not very often done.

Hmmm it's a bit unrealistic having her being actually 16 years old, she'd have to have been in the Darklands for a while, so she's the changeling equivalent of a sixteen year old. Unlike NotEnrique, who seems to be fair amount older than that, more collage age.

Perfectly reasonable for Nomura to take her in, as I'd assume Claire is the same sort of troll species as Nomura. And of course being close to Nomura means she'd have a bond with Strickler too.

I think her being a young changeling makes her more likely to disobey orders and do her own thing. Nomura leaves her to it for the most part. They only start being at odds when Claire develops a crush on Jim. Then she is more like Strickler and reluctant to hurt him. Claire does make Strickler more compassionate towards the Jim being the Trollhunter situation and makes Nomura more antagonistic. She doesn't get sucked in the Darklands, Claire saves her. But she is the one to call Angor Rot maybe? While Strickler and Claire are on the fence about what side they want to be on.

I think Claire would go to Jim's side roughly the same time as Strickler, with Nomura taking longer to convince because Claire chose JIM over her.

[levil0vesyou]

i'm so sorry for that monday production story, i hope it doesn't affect you as much now. adults really do say some wild shit and don't even realize how damaging it can be. my dad would point out all the broken and abandoned houses and dirty cars on the street and say they were mine, and i always replied they were his, and we'd start bickering, and then laughed it off, and i only thought about it recently and have no idea why he would say such a thing? i think it subconsciously got ingrained that i'm not good with housekeeping and generally don't deserve nice things (sorry for trauma dumping). just, adults are so weird with their kids and don't realize the damage

(ask is in reference to my tags on this post)

(there's more trauma in this reply btw, fair warning. under a cut bc long)

Thank you, it actually means a lot!! I wasn't even sure if anyone was gonna read it lmao, tag rambling sometimes feels like just straight up screaming into the void lmao

Hate to disappoint, but its effect on me has been increasing for years 😎👍 It's so weird how you can have shit like that lie dormant for ages until you one day go "hang on" and then it starts eating away at you

It also goes really well with her "Niemand wünscht sich ein behindertes Kind" (lit. "Nobody wishes for a disabled child" but can more accurately be translated as "Nobody wants a disabled child") which she only said once and not even about me but basically one shotted me and has been squatting in my brain evilly ever since. Top ten fucked up sentences to completely devastate your disabled child, number 4 will surprise you 😎👍

(I actually did bring that one to her attention years later but she dismissed any effects it had on me on grounds she didn't mean it that way 😎👍)

Yea, that's some bullshit tbh. Like, that's not the kinda shit a father should be saying to their kid, like bro this is an impressionable young mind in your care who trusts you blindly, not your fucking sibling or highschool bestie you can shoot the shit with. Parents give like zero shits what they say to their children, it's wild. And very concerning sometimes

And it would probably be possible to heal that shit more easily if they actually recognised that, maybe even apologised, but at least in my mum's case, she categorically refuses to acknowledge any instances of one of her children being negatively impacted by something she's said or done if we're the ones bringing it to her attention.

Like, I think she recognises some of the stuff she's said and done as not great but any attempt to amend that list will result in her "oh so I'm a horrible person and at fault for all your problems and you refuse to take responsibility hmmm?" spiel 😔

For the record tho I wanna say I don't think she's a horrible mum and especially when it came to material well being/physical health/etc she really did try her best and I could've had it much worse. She was an underpaid nurse raising three children (two of them disabled) mostly on her own while also caring for different sick elderly relatives over the years.

It's a miracle she made it work and while I do think some stuff was unnecessary, some of especially the later stuff that was more affective (not like hitting or anything, the only parental figure who ever hit me was my grandma who did it exactly one time tho even that took many years to process which is how I know "it's okay to hit your kids" ppl are full of shit) which I can far more easily understand & forgive. That said, if your own child says "[thing you did or said] had a negative impact on me" maybe believe them lmao

...yea this is a bit too long huh

[gemsofgreece]

to be fair, i feel like vandalism to replicas, on a uni campus, is the least harmful way to be doing this kind of protest.

i'm definitely not agreeing with people who destroy ancient artifacts or art but i get why it's important to show resistance when there's a lot of alt right dickheads who use ancient greece as their "example" with the whole reject modernity embrace tradition stuff

Resistance to what, my friend? Statues? Culture? Aesthetics? Do you think anything is solved like this? I personally remember vandalism since the 90s and hmmm let me check… oh yeah, nothing has been achieved since then!

You think alt right dickheads are going to care for some scribbles on replicas? Like @margaretartstuff pointed out, it will be people from the working class that will go through the pains of scrubbing these things off. It will be young innocent students who will feel like shit for studying there in this ghetto-like place. It will be foreign students from Erasmus that will mock their colleagues and their studying conditions.

You know who remains unharmed by this? The rich, the politicians, the system, the alt right dickheads. How and why on earth would they be affected by this? They aren’t. The alt rights might be mildly annoyed at best. On the contrary, they might use it on their advantage as an argument that anarchists are barbarians or cultureless.

Honestly it’s a lose / lose situation. And all such situations are plain stupid. Don’t be gullible and fall for anyone who pretends to have an ideology. Anyone can say they ascribe to an ideology. This does not mean they understand it. Hate to say this, but most of these people simply haven’t yet moved past teenage rebellion.

Getting respectfully active in politics, changing your voting strategy, produce novel or thought provoking art, volunteering, rioting peacefully or without ruining the properties and rights of everyday innocent and often poor people are far more legit, mature and effective ways to slowly change the problematic situations.

There is no productivity in the action above. If something actually changed in these ways, I would probably too lean a bit more in their favour. But it’s really a brainless action with zero positive consequences.

As for the whole “alt rights reject modernity for tradition and that’s why anarchists deface statues”… hmm look

Ancient Greek statues and culture in general often do NOT reflect tradition in the way alt rights idolise it in their mind.

Decorating a public foundation according to the country’s history or culture is not an alt right choice… it’s simply the reasonable or standard choice.

Defacing works of art and vandalism are literally the exact opposites of modernity

Να λέμε τα σύκα σύκα και τη σκάφη σκάφη.

[hillerskalibrary]

I keep having fic ideas that I don't have the time/ability/motivation to write, so I'm sending them to you in hopes someone likes them enough to pick them up. 🤷🏻‍♀️

One is a fic where Wille (or Simon) goes back in time (like, becomes a teenager again) to before the events in the show (the how is irrelevant) and of course he'll try to make it so some things don't happen, but there's always other things that happen, so... What would actually happen would be up to the writer, but I assume it would be angsty, though hopefully with a happy ending. (Is there a fic like that already?)

The other is a comedy/crack-fic where Annette started working at Hillerska as a teacher when she herself was still very young (maybe not super young, you know Hillerska would still want their teachers to have some experience and all), and there she met young Kristina, who was not the model of behavior she wants people to take her for. I suspect in front of the teachers she was actually well-behaved, but she also started shit when no one was looking (except Annette knew, and I think other teachers did too, but she was Crown Princess, what were they to do?). So the fic would be either Annette just reminiscing and thinking about Wille and how the apple doesn't fall far from the tree at all, or a fic where Kristina is admonishing Wille and Annette is there for some reason and she's very much thinking girl, I know what you did last summer, and Kristina can't even look at her, because she knows she knows.

Anyway, if anyone writes something like this, tag me please, I'll be waiting. 😌

Oooh I like the last idea! And I have a Kristina POV fic outlined that that could be a fun extra scene for... Hmmm... Should probably first write the OG fic though :D.

But it's funny you send me this now, cause I literally just made a side blog like, last week? Since I often come across prompts people throw out or mention, so I figured I would put the all in one place. Cue YRprompts. Fair warning, it's fairly empty for now because Life and also YR week, but yanno. Just a central place to keep this stuff :)

[pawsitivevibe]

I went to a seminar with the other instructors for my agility club on Saturday. It was taught by this guy who is supposedly REALLY good. Probably the highest level trainer we have in our area. He had some good points and I learned some interesting techniques. But there was also a fair amount of things I was like "hmmm" or "yeah I'm gonna need a source on that."

Dogs don't like playing fetch (???? Source??)

You have to use a clear plastic target or it doesn't work (umm I've literally never had a problem phasing out a solid coloured target???)

Let your dog bite you during play (I'm uhh not teaching my average pet owner students to let their dog bite them??? Yes really sporty people do this BUT please understand that we teach beginner agility to pet people and newbies)

You can apply the same training method to every single dog (haha I wish I'd brought Bree to this seminar - try using your method on her buddy lol)

Don't accept any excuses from students in terms of "I can't do X." They have to figure it out. Work on running, etc (yeah uhhhh some of my students use a cane or a walker or just can't run? Fuck off?)

I did learn a lot about how to reward properly with food and toy play, and how to train targeting, and a good method for 2o2o. But some of the stuff was questionable for sure, or went against a lot of training I've already done for other stuff. This guy only cares about agility though. He basically told us if we really want our dogs or students to be good at it we have to not care about other sports. He also only owns Border Collies. So. Ah.

I'm also annoyed that I was specifically told to bring Leia to this seminar. And she got a total of 5 minutes outside of her crate. The seminar was 8 hours. That's a long fucking time to be in a crate with little working time, especially for a young dog who is not regularly crated (my mom doesn't really crate her). That's not fair to her. I wish I hadn't brought her. Like, the 5 minutes we did work I did get some good feedback from the guy. BUT every other dog who came was out working several times. Every other dog got to run the mini course, too, and we were skipped over. I think I would have been more focused on the seminar if I didn't have a dog to worry about, considering I didn't actually get to work her much anyway.

Though I also think we didn't do nearly enough for 8 hours of instruction. But tbh people kept getting into long-winded discussions that weren't like the most relevant ever.

[untilthenextencore]

Cosmic~... Ch. 2

The ride to the Rainbow was an experience! Jimmy started by draping his coat over her shoulders before then also wrapping his arm around her & walking briskly to the car. He signed a few autographs as his minders slid into the front seat with the driver. Jimmy for his part then gallantly opened the door to the car for Galatea & helped her inside before sliding in after her.

Champagne was waiting in an ice bucket inside for him & was summarily popped & poured into two glasses. Galatea carefully tried stilling his hand as he began pouring hers.

"No, that's not necessary. Thank you."

"Why not, luv?" He asked with a soft smile.

"I... I... I shouldn't. I shouldn't really." She then poured what little was in her glass into his to top him off.

"Why not, my dear?..." He cupped her cheek, lifting her chin to study her face in the intermittent streetlight & moonlight as it flickered past. "It's no trouble..."

"I..." After a moment of getting lost in his gaze & feeling her toes curl once again Galatea dropped her gaze, looking down & away. "I just shouldn't..."

Jimmy peered at her curiously. He let a moment pass in thought before the answer came to him. Or rather the question. "How old are you, Miss Velasquez?"

Her breath caught in her chest. She wrung the edge of her skirt in her hands, not realizing how it was inching up slightly. Distracting him slightly. Considerably rather. But not enough to sway him. As it was when he prodded her with a hum.

"Hmmm?"

That she finally answered.

"Sixteen..."

"Sixteen..." He drawled in a puff of smoke like the dragon lord he was said to be.

"Yeah, sixteen. I just turned a few weeks ago..." At last she lifted her gaze back to him, breath still feeling like it was clenched in her chest as she asked. "Is that a problem?" Now it was her turn to study his features as he had did hers earlier.

His features softened. Lips curving into a slow easy grin. "Not at all, my dear. Not at all." Trying not to lose himself in the exposed expanse of upper thigh her skirt wringing had earlier revealed, Jimmy tried to make easy conversation with the shy young thing. "Where do you go to school?"

"Golden Heart Girls School. It's a local private parochial school. Uniform and all..." She adjusted her skirt a bit. "This skirt is actually part of my uniform. I just thought it looked cute as part of this outfit."

"Indeed it does..." He mused in another puff of smoke. His breath feeling still. Trousers suddenly feeling all the more small. "So is that why you're so averse to drinking?"

"Oh, I'm not averse to drinking." She explained. "I just don't want to put you out. I don't want to get you in trouble is all."

Jimmy just laughed. "Darling, you won't get me in trouble. Not here! Of course you don't have to if you don't want to, darling but... Your safe with me..."

She just gazes up at him, hesitantly. Clearly deliberating. Leading him to add.

"The bottle will be here if you'd like. I'll pour you another if you want. If not, that's fine too."

Hesitant or not, there was something Galatea felt resolute about. "I definitely don't think I should drink once we arrive at the Rainbow."

Jimmy chuckled again. "Fair enough. But as for now? Just between us?"

Silence. Then the shrugging supposition. "Maybe just a little... I mean... If you're okay... I'm okay..."

"Very well then!" Jimmy poured another slightly smaller amount of champagne into her glass.

It was then that he studied her more in full. Peering at her carefully. "Why do I feel I've seen you before? Have you been abroad at all? London?"

Galatea's gaze remained on her glass as she nodded, admitting. "Mmm-hmm... I went to London with my friend Alicia. I got to see you in the ARMS date there at the Royal Albert Hall. I've also followed my friend into doing some modeling a bit. Uhm, glamour modeling as of late I think they call it."

Jimmy was stunned. This shy, extremely careful young thing? A glamour model? "Since when?"

She was rather frank about it. Very plainspoken and simple. "Since I turned sixteen... The photos only are released in England though..."

"Page three?" Jimmy asked, going for the most likely culprit.

"Bingo." Galatea nodded.

"But you go to parochial school. How does that go?"

Galatea's head tilted down, shy as she admitted. "They ah... They don't really know. Since the photos are only released abroad."

"Don't worry, my dear." Jimmy smiled. His arm slid around her waist pulling her to him once again, comfortingly. "Your secret's safe with me."

She smiled shyly, a flush washing over her cheeks. Her only response being to cuddle closer, lean in & place a kiss to his cheek, hushing quietly. "Thank you."

Jimmy felt something clench at his heart. Like a small, delicate hand clutching at his heartstrings. Something about her burrowed under his skin. She got in his blood. Certainly, she got his blood boiling at the very least.

As such, his arm wound tighter around her, pulling her in closer still. His free hand came to cup under her chin gently, lifting it and her gaze in order to study her better. Her doe eyes locked on & studied him just as much. Toes curling once more. He seemed mesmerized as he gazed upon her in the fleeting light that flickered in from the passing streetlights. "Beautiful..." Was his only slowly hushed musing before he swooped in & stunned her with a kiss.

His lips were soft yet insistent. Gently overpowering. Guiding her stumbling mouth into something resembling a smoother rhythm. Her hands landed on his chest as he pressed her to him. Fingers clenching his scarf. Her flute had long since been sipped empty & placed back in the bucket. Leaving her free to fall into the kiss. And under his spell.

Who was under whose spell neither was sure. The minute their lips touched each felt ensnared. Again he felt the twining, plucking & clutching of that phantom hand, this time stronger. While Galatea felt she was finding herself - in her mind's eye - in the palm of his hand. Clasped gently between his two hands perhaps. Held tenderly yet protectively. Shielded & safe. It was thrilling. It made her feel warm. Deep inside. All over.

This warmth was only pierced by a sudden splash when a jostle from the car passing over a speedbump caused the bottle of champagne to tilt in the bucket & splash the two slightly, leading her to break the kiss with a soft gasp.

Her gaze fell to regard the splashed champagne on her thigh & his trouser leg. How it glistened. Gleamed. Glittered. Feeling like something sacred had just passed between them. Yet thinking how by some appearances it would seem tawdry to some. The irony of it all.

Galatea thought quickly, reaching into her pocketbook & pulling out a handkerchief to blot at both splashes. The champagne allowed its glitter & bubbles to be sucked up & turned the soft white lace-edged cotton fabric gold where it made contact. Glitter & gold meets cotton & lace.

Jimmy flashed her a toothy grin as she cleaned him up. His hand then came down to cup over her gently tidying one, lacing fingers with her around the handkerchief just as it rose to begin to blot the traces of her lip gloss off his lips. "No... Leave it..." He hushed. Her hand stilled, allowing him to pull away the handkerchief & tuck it safely away in the pocket of his suit jacket. Allowing his hand to fully encircle hers. Allowing him to lose himself in her once more as she did him. Allowing him to bring her close to him, into his embrace once more as he now fully locked her into his arms. Allowing his lips to slant over hers once more. And so it remained.

Galatea did her best to follow his instruction. She did her best to pick up & follow the rhythm he set out. But Lord it was so hard. So hard. So hard when it was so easy to just get lost in him. Him. Him in how he touched her. Him in how he held her. Cradling her like the most precious thing yet clasping her as if he'd cease to breathe if parted from her. The way his fingers wound in her hair & how he allowed hers to do the same in his messy curls. The way his lips softly nipped at her lower lip, then parted hers. The kiss suddenly then went from soft & gentle to deep & searching.

He felt like fire. She felt molten. Melting from the inside. Starting from her heart. From her core. Her legs pressed closed, knees kissing & thighs clenched tight.

That is...

Until a hand fell to land on her right knee. His, of course. It took no liberties. He did not try to push her limits in the least. Instead, he merely seemed content to make contact. Further contact. Jimmy massaged her knee gently, leading her to lax the "clenching kiss" her knees had with each other. Thighs no longer as tightly pressed. But even as her thighs laxed & her knees parted - even if only slightly - he still never pushed things. Never pushed her. The only hand that moved was his right hand slipping to the back of her neck, cupping the back of her head, keeping her in the kiss even as he deepened it. He seemed voracious. Seemed to want to devour her. Yet he somehow seemed to hold his hunger in check even as he so clearly burned for her hot enough to make her glow & grow warm in the light of his flame.

But just before she gave thought to allowing him to delve further into this hunger, into this burning desire, to revealing how she burned for him too in spite of her shyness & hesitance, the decision was made for her. The door to the car was opened to blazing neon lights & raucous rock music. A voice calling from over the sounds of cheering fans who were just then recognizing just who they had in their midst. "We've arrived, sir."

Again they are forced to break the kiss. Again Galatea is left in a swoon. She rests her head on his shoulder, covering her face with her hand. She needed a moment to gather her thoughts, of which there were both too many & none at all at the same time. Hiding her face also allowed her - or so she thought - to shield her blush from his gaze. Though as it turned out, the neon lights, as well as the overhead light in the car, made that more than obvious as well, as did her face shielding.

"Where are we?" Galatea mewled, not yet even bothering to look.

Jimmy chuckled, his mirth bubbling over as he petted her hair, brushing it back from shielding & obscuring her all the more. "The Rainbow, love." He lifted her right hand off of her face, pressing a kiss to the back amidst more caresses. And several more kisses. "Come with me. I want to introduce you to a friend of mine. I want you with me tonight."

Galatea's eyes lifted to meet his, arresting him. Stealing his breath from his chest. Stealing his heart. As did the gentle, caresses of her fingertips to his cheek & along his profile while her hand remained in his. Speaking words from her heart, pure & simple, honest & bare, Galatea intimated. "I'd follow you anywhere..."

Jimmy's chest puffed with pride. More than pride. His heart felt full enough to burst & make him glow brighter than the neon lights outside. His head buzzed stronger than any champagne could ever hope to rival. He felt as if on a cloud. He felt stunned. As if he were somehow holding a precious young innocent. An earthbound angel. A dear little angel that somehow had chosen to fold herself in his arms. He felt blessed. He felt as if he were walking on air as he guided her out of the car & into the club.

And as they made their way inside the club, Galatea remained still with her head on his shoulder. His jacket remained draped over her shoulders, glittering in the dimmer light still. His arm remained wrapped around her shoulders as he pet her hair & pressed a kiss to her lips & cheek before intimating to his angel. "I can't wait for you to meet Richard, dear. He oughta love you!"

Just as he said that, in short order they were lead to a table where a man with close cropped hair, moustache & goatee waved them over.

"Richard! There you are!" Jimmy smiled.

"Jimmy!" He greeted, before casting his eyes in Galatea's direction in evident bemused surprise. "And just who might this lovely young thing be?..."

~

To Be Continued~...

As ever this is forever under construction~

Thanks to @firethatgrewsolow & @pennyroyalcreep for their help~!

Hope you guys enjoy~!

[senorincognito69]

2 pussies for 1 maiden (Monthly tale - 58)Edit

(Woman into pussy)*

“So who's the cunt then?”

The question was raised too loudly and too casually, making Shila spit out some of her peach tea. She and her friend Gemma were sitting in their usual spot in the corner of the cafeteria, having their weekly catch up, when Shila’s complaints about her work made Gemma ask that indecent question.

Shila Kapadi was a brown skinned young woman with fuzzy eyebrows, her nose was quite prominent and straight, her black hair was braided into a pair of long pigtails that rested over her less than busty chest. She was quite short and wore plain looking clothes, normally a combination of blouses and long skirts.

“Shhhhh!” she shushed ducking down in her seat, glancing with a terrified expression to the left and right.

Gemma chuckled.

“Nobody is listening to us, dork.”

Gemma Dixon was a fair skinned asian woman. Plump, freckled, with bob cut dark hair and squared glasses. She was wearing a tall necked woollen sweater. 

“You still shouldn’t say such things out loud in public.” Shila whispered Shila in a begging tone.

“Bla, bla, bla, you were the one whining about your boss ladies, so which one is the worst twat?”

While Gemma worked as a freelance writer, Shila was an intern in the accounts department of a clothing corporation. 

“Hmmm… both…?” Shila slowly mumbled after a short moment of consideration. “Both of them are cunts.”

Gemma rolled her eyes and pointed at her friend with one of the cookies she was munching.

“Cheater! That’s a lame cheating answer.”

“It’s the truth,” Shila sat up straight and took a sip of her tea before continuing. “I couldn’t tell which one is worse… but they aren’t my boss ladies.”

“Uh, aren’t they above you in the pecking order?”

“Well… I’m an intern, everybody’s above me in the hierarchy. Lucy is my actual supervisor in the department, she’s… cold, stricter than a sergeant, always wants me to stay after work… Harriet, on the other hand, is the secretary of one of the executives that does… heeem… extra favours for them behind their spouses backs, but she comes around our section everyday to nag me…”

“It’s funny how the one with the bimbo like name is a stick in the mud and the one with the dweeb name is the actual bimbo.”

“Sigh, I only wish they would stop making my work life hell…”

“Eh, I’m sure it isn’t that bad, it’s just that you’ve always been terrible at coping with attention.”

“And you aren’t?” Shila asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not as terrible as you… but hey, if they’re so annoying, there’s one way to get rid of at least one of them: Doing a deal.”

“A deal? What kind of deal?”

“Maiden’s deal.”

This time Shila’s tea came out of her nose, she coughed, trying to regain her composure, her cheeks flared up

“H-How can you joke about that…?!” she babbled breathlessly.

Gemma bit a cookie and shrugged.

“If they’re so much into you it could be a solution to one of the problems.”

“It wouldn’t solve anything… It would make it even worse if anything… I…” Shila closed her lips and shook her head, then cleaned up her face with a handkerchief. “It’s ridiculous…”

“Hay, it isn’t all that baaaaaaaaaaaaad if you think about it,” a deep sigh escaped Gemma’s chest. “Like, dunno… It would be nice to have a partner down there… you know? To not always be so lonely… I’ve been working on an article that has made me wonder about it and I think I would dig the company.”

Shila slammed her hand down on the table.

“Shhh already! This is absurd, why are we talking about… about this…” she snorted. “Absurd and… a-and even, if, I mean… It isn’t like…” her nervous fingers squeezed the handkerchief. “Neither of them would ever want to do something like that with someone like me, never ever, not in a million years… and I wouldn’t want it either!”

Gemma shrugged again and continued her nibbling.

“Not in a million years…” repeated Shila in a whisper. 

…

Lucy stood in the hallway, with her back against the door, mustering up her courage.

The chief accountant was particularly stiff that afternoon, even more than what was normal for her. Lucy was a rather tall white woman, with a long face and long limbs, her hair was auburn with a few shades of grey tied in a bun. She wore squared glasses, business pants, jacket and a white blouse. Despite being well past her thirties at that moment, standing nervously in the hallway while holding an envelope against her chest, she looked like a teen about to confess to her secret lover.

“Calm down,” she muttered. “You can do this.”

She straightened herself and opened the door.

The accounts department was a not too spacious, poorly lit room on the building’s third floor. There were many document cabinets and five desks, but only one of the desks was occupied at that moment.

“Shila!” said Lucy as she entered. “Have you finished the charts?”

Shila was taken completely off guard by the sudden return of her supervisor, startled like a rabbit she lifted her sight from her work, nervously moving the papers that were full of graphs and numbers.

“Y-yes!” she squeaked only to quickly correct herself. “No, but they are almost done, I’ll have them ready before my shift ends!”

Lucy moved in front of Shila’s desk.

“Good,” nodded the chief accountant. “I wanted to give you this,” Lucy put the envelope on Shila’s desk.

Shila grabbed it slowly, it was an everyday beige rectangular envelope, nothing unusual about it, made of sealed paper without any text. After finishing her quick inspection Shila looked at her supervisor and asked with teary eyes, “Am I fired…?”

Lucy’s eyelids open wide.

“No! No, no!” blushing, she raised her hands, shaking her head. “No, it’s not that, it is not work related! You aren’t fired! It’s a letter, a letter from Lucy, from.. from me… It’s… Hmph!” Lucy rubbed her forehead, trying to keep it together. “It’s something I want to tell you, I have wanted to for a while, but… I think it’s better to say it in a letter, it’s… Read it when you are back at home, read it and… tell me what you think…” the chief accountant lowered her eyes. “If there’s anything to say, if you don’t want to… just don’t say anything, I… I will understand, okay?”

Shila had never seen Lucy acting in such a manner.

“Are you sure I’m not fired?” she asked.

“No! No, goddess, no, I swear! You do a great job, you don’t have to worry about getting fired. It’s only a personal letter, personal things… Read it later… or not, if it’s too much… It’s… It’s up to you, I’m fine either way.”

The intern felt great relief when she heard that her job was safe, but now she was curious about what Lucy wanted to tell her that required a written letter. She was curious and also completely clueless about what it could be.

“Sure thing,” she said with a tender smile. “I will read it later.”

Lucy was left with a red face, she nodded a couple of times.

“Good, great, that’s… that’s all, keep… hmmm… keep working hard.”

Shila winked.

“I will, chief.”

There was an awkward silence during which Lucy rubbed her arms avoiding eye contact, acting completely silly.

“Good, good…” she mumbled and began to step away. “I’ll get going then, again, if you don’t feel like reading it don’t read it and if you do read it and don’t want to speak to me it’s fine, really, it’s fine.”

“You’ll have the charts on your desk by tomorrow, promise!”

“The what?” Lucy frowned, stopping with her hand in the door knob. “Oh, oh, yes, the charts, great, good, yes, finish them…!”

It was right then when the door of the accounts department opened again and a triumphant Harriet entered the scene.

A platinum blonde sexbomb, with tanned skin, tattoos, big round breasts, a big rear, swaying hips and long, long legs. Wearing a jaguar print top, a miniskirt, and pantyhose, she would have been taller than Lucy even without her red high heels and when she saw Lucy her juicy pink lips twisted into an annoyed grin and her thin eyebrows into a frown.

“Oh, you’re here,” the secretary said, not bothering to hide her irritation. 

Lucy and Harriet stared at each other, face to face, like lightning colliding in the sky. While they both had brown eyes, Lucy’s were slightly brighter and yellow.

“I was just leaving,” the chief accountant responded.

“Then hurry up!”

Harriet stepped aside, after an instant of reluctance Lucy stepped out of the department, immediately after that Harriet entered.

“Bye-bye!” she waved her fingers with a fake smile as she closed the door in Lucy’s stoic face.

With the door closed the secretary took a moment to recompose herself. She shook her luxurious blond mane, pulled down her skirt, sighed.

“Shila!” she exclaimed with a shining real wide smile. “My favourite sweet girl!”

Her heels clicked on the floor as she approached Shila’s desk.

Shila, who was watching the confrontation between the two mature ladies, moved straight to her seat after Harriet chose her as the next target.

“Hi, Harriet,” she muttered nervously. “Did you… have a good day?”

Harriet sat her bubble ass on top of Shila’s desk.

“Now that I’m with you it’s a perfect day,” she giggled, tapping the desk with her long pink nails. “Was Miss Boredom bullying you?”

“Who? Lucy? No, not at all.”

“Are you sure? Because if that dry twat abuses you in any way you only have to tell your dear godmother Harriet and I will beat her skinny ass!”

Shila shook her head.

“No, no really, she’s very nice with me, just like you… You two are too much actually…” she whispered that last part. “Thanks for the offer, but she wasn’t bullying me or anything, but just wanted to give me a personal letter,” Shila explained, showing the sealed envelope.

“A letter?” the secretary chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “Who sends letters anymore? Geez, Miss Boredom must live in dinosaur times!” she shrugged and leaned forward, very clearly and intentionally showing her busty cleavage to the helpless intern. “Whatever, toss that silly paper to the bin, I’m here to make you keep your promise!”

“M-My promise?”

“Ahem, you promised last week that you would come party with me and, sweety, tonight these bods are hitting the dance floor!”

“I don’t recall…”

“You totally did.”

“I said maybe, someday…”

“Today is someday!”

Shila took a deep breath.

“Look, Harriet, I appreciate the… intention, but I’m not the kind of girl that goes dancing, even if I would want to be, I am not. It's just… not the kind of thing I would do by myself, you know?”

“But you wouldn’t be going by yourself, you would be going with me.”

“Yes, but not… I… maybe someday, not today, we can go to watch a movie together or something, but today I have work, I have to finish these charts for tomorrow and…”

The intern was interrupted when the secretary gently put one of her hands over one of hers. With an eerie intense look in her eyes Harriet leaned over the shocked Shila.

“Let me be your cunt,” the bimbo abruptly pleaded.

Shila’s brain refused to accept what her ears heard, she blinked several times.

“The what?”

Harriet got so close their noses almost touched.

“The coochie! Pussy, vagina, I want to be yours.”

“Pardon?”

“Let’s make a Deal, right now.”

Inside the intern’s skull it was complete chaos, she blankly stared forward, the only coherent thought in her mind was that Harriet smelt wonderful. The question left her lips on autopilot, as if she was having an out of body experience.

“A deal? What kind of deal?”

Harriet grabbed Shila’s hand with both of hers and lifted it.

“A Maiden’s Deal!”

It was right then when the door of the department reopened yet again, and a furious Lucy, who had stayed outside eavesdropping on the conversation between the intern and the secretary, stormed back onto the scene.

“You slut!” the accounting chief shouted.

Shila gasped with relief.

“Lucy, thank goddess…!”

But the relief the intern felt wasn’t destined to last long, because the next thing Lucy did was to take a firm step forward and declare: “I am Shila’s cunt!”

Shila’s mouth was left half-open.

Harriet smirked and squinted, she stood with her hands on her hips.

“Oh, please, you must be crazy to think you could be a good pussy for Shila or anybody! Do you want to curse the poor girl with zero libido? What a bane to have to carry a frigid and cold granny’s twat inside her panties, a wrinkled patch of cold skin! I would be the best cunt because at least I know what pleasure is, I am lust made flesh, bitch!”

“You insipid bimbonic moron, sex is irrelevant to being a vagina… It… It isn’t everything, a Maidens’ Deal, to fuse with someone else, isn’t merely about fucking, it’s about a commitment, a connection. People can barely stand your dullness as a person, having you in their crotch for life would become hell in the first five minutes, no matter how great of an empty sex hole you think yourself to be!”

Their voices rose with each vaginal insult.

“Sex is irrelevant?” Harriet crossed her arms. “Have you ever done it? Have sex?”

Lucy grew redder than seemed possible.

“That’s irrelevant! I know enough to know that Shila deserves way better than you, do you want to be cunt meat? Fine, find some other willing bimbo of your kind and merge with her ass, but leave Shila alone!” 

“Pfff, irrelevant! You are a virgin spinster pussy-wannabe, Miss Boredom!” the secretary chuckled.

“Screw you!” shouted the chief accountant.

Shila decided to intervene before they started using their hands.

“Ladies! Ladies!” she cried. “Please, enough, this… This is very amusing, but there’s no need to go this far for a joke…” the intern giggled nervously, but the expression on the other two women’s faces left no room for laughter. “This is a joke, isn’t it? It must be, it HAS to be… Lucy?”

Lucy, frowning seriously, exchanged a tense glance with Harriet before shutting the door of the department.

“Read the letter,” she told the intern while closing the door with the key she had as chief of the department. “Read the letter, now, please,” her voice almost begged when she pointed at the envelope.

Shila gulped and slowly nodded, she opened the envelope and read.

With each consecutive line her eyelids widened further.

It was the most heartfelt and eloquently written confession letter she could imagine, it was also one of the most lewd and self-degrading texts she had ever read. With erotic flourishes Lucy requested in clear unambiguous terms to be allowed to  become a vagina.

Shila’s vagina.

The letter explained how, since the very first day, every time Lucy asked Shila to work extra hours it was with the hopes that, while the two of them were alone together, she might be lucky and disappear under Shila’s skirt.

There were also a couple of pictures with the letter.

Oh, the pictures…

“What does it say?” Harriet inquired curiously.

“None of your business!” grunted Lucy.

Shila held the letter and the picture against her chest.

The chief accountant and the secretary were standing side by side in front of her desk without a shred of doubt in their bodies. These two women, these two mature women so above her from the intern’s point of view, two successful established women that could achieve anything they wanted in their lives wanted nothing but to give up everything just to be her pussy.

Just her pussy.

Shila’s pussy twitched and moistened inside her panties.

“Oh… My… Goddess…” she gasped.

Harriet shrugged.

“Okay, I don’t care, your stupid letter doesn’t matter anyway, I called dibs first!”

Lucy rolled her eyes.

“That’s what doesn’t matter, moron, it’s Shila who is the one that has to call dibs!”

Shila was half-hiding behind her desk.

“You two can’t be serious, this can’t be real…!” she mumbled. 

The secretary shook her head.

“No, Miss Boredom is correct, you are the one that has to choose.”

“But, but… Have you two really considered what that means…?”

Lucy interceded. 

“It’s pretty clear I have, didn’t you just read my letter?” she said unflinchingly. “And I’m sure this leaking hole must have considered it and come to the same conclusion in her own mentally dull way.”

Harriet stuck her tongue out.

“Bet I put more thought into it than you, dusty twat!”

“Shila,” Lucy continued, ignoring the secretary. “Are you completely against the idea of sealing a deal with one of us?”

Shila needed a few seconds to answer.

“I should be against it…” she said, very slowly and carefully.

“So the answer is no, you aren’t against doing a deal.”

“Sweety, this is very simple,” the secretary took the lead, annoyed by the game of semantics being played. “This bitch,” she put a hand on her chest, “And this bitch,” she pointed at Lucy with her other hand’s thumb. “Have you ever seen us as just cunts?”

“Y-Yes…” babbled Shila. “No, sorry, sorry, I… I mean, not l-like…”

Harriet snorted.

“Answer the question!”

Shila looked at the two women, her boss ladies… The pressure made her vision blur and as it blurred the faces of both the chief accountant and the secretary, their serious dominant expressions started to be grotesquely deformed. They opened their mouths with lust as their lips spread vertically, robbing them of their dignified facades. Jewellery, watches, miniskirt and pants, along with hair dropped to the floor, one after another, their pleading voices an unintelligible gurgle as the two of them gracelessly shrank, collapsing into themselves. Collapsing until all that remained in front of Shila’s desk was two piles of empty clothes and on top of each pile a trembling ball of helpless flesh with a wet vagina.

One vagina with auburn pubes, the other with platinum blonde.

No names, no status.

Just cunts.

Needy cunts.

Shila blinked, the vision ended, Lucy and Harriet reappeared with a puff in front of her desk, waiting for her answer, once more the tall women they were supposed to be, that they pretended to be… but not to the eyes of the intern anymore…

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Shila tried her best to sound apologetic. “I’m so sorry, but… After this… I don’t think I can ever see you two as women again,” her lips shivered. “You two are nothing more than a pair of cunts.”

Harriet chuckled loudly and honestly with the satisfaction of being validated as less than a person.

“The only thing you should be sorry about, sweet girl, is for ever having mistaken us for anything other than walking vaginas!” she softly hit Lucy with her elbow. “Don’t you agree, my coochie-for-brains sis?”

Lucy pushed her glasses up and coughed, hoping nobody would notice that she was clenching her thighs.

“It’s unfortunate that it has come to this, maybe it couldn’t have happened any other way, but it’s been six months already and I don’t want to wait a single day more, only two women should walk out of this room.”

The chief accountant lifted her open palm, when Harriet saw it she smirked and grabbed it, their forearms crossed as they held hands.

“You are damned right!” the excited secretary shouted.

They looked at the intern and proclaimed with one voice: “Shila, I am your vagina!”

In unison the pair of pussies tossed their metaphorical hats into the proverbial ring of change. Their side of the deal was now established, set and open to be sealed, with a couple of words Shila could just claim any of them, or both, triggering the sexual magnet that would eventually make two of them become one. Become one at the cost of the mature part being squeezed between her legs until all that was left was twat flesh.

The intern's heart began to pound fiercely in her chest.

“This is…! This is…! Not! MMmmh!” This is dangerous, super dangerous! You two are crazy!”

The boss ladies stopped holding each other's hand. 

Lucy put the department key on Shila’s desk.

“We’re serious,” she said. “As silly and humiliating as our desire may be, our request is a sincere and genuine one, we only ask the same from you as we are giving and if you don’t think that either me or the bimbo are good enough to be your pussy, then take the key and leave. I’ve already told you too many times, it’s fine either way, it’s really fine.”

“But!” Harriet added. “If you wanna leave, leave, but if you leave you are not getting either of us in your panties! We aren’t second hand coochie!”

The chief accountant chuckled.

“So I’m not a dry dusty twat anymore?”

The secretary twitched her glossy lips.

“S-Shut up!”

Shila looked at the key, at the door, at the women.

The pussies.

They were serious, it was serious, but she had so many conflicting thoughts in her mind, in her heart that she wasn’t certain she was up for the challenge… or worthy of the reward.

If she left she would lose what would certainly be a once in a lifetime chance.

If she stayed she would doom one of her boss ladies to disappear… to become a part of her…

A very intimate part.

The intern stood up from her chair, rubbing her forehead as she walked around her desk, crossing her arms as she walked around the pussies, giving them a long measured stare.

“We should do a test… A test of the cunts,” she rationalised. “If I am to own one of you I should judge who’s the best vagina.”

“That’s fair,” agreed Lucy. “We'll do as you say.”

“The best pussy is obviously me,” gloated Harriet. “But you’re the boss, sweety!”

Shila nodded silently. No longer was she a mere intern, but the maiden, she gently sat on top of her desk, looking down at the wanna-be-vaginas, the judge of the end of their human existence.

The maiden tapped her fingers together, then it began.

“T-Take off your shoes…” she ordered without much conviction.

The instant the pussies understood the maiden’s request they obeyed without question, lifting their legs and removing their shoes. Harriet’s toe nails, wrapped in pantyhose, were painted pink just like her fingernails, Lucy was wearing brown comfy socks.

Harriet chuckled.

“I won't miss having to walk at all when I’m a vag!” 

She dropped her high heels, Lucy did the same with her flat shoes.

Shila was covering her mouth with both hands to hide the wide smile on her lips, she was truly in control of them, the pussies would do as she said.

Her word was law.

And that made her incredibly horny.

“Say your full name… and age! Full name and age!” she requested next.

Lucy answered first.

“Lucy Dane, I’m thirty seven years old.”

Harriet was slower than her peer.

”Harriet… Harriet Dulcinea Runington…” she lowered her eyes. “Thirty eight…”

“Bullshitter!” screamed the chief accountant.

The secretary stepped aside, looking ashamed for the first time since she arrived at the accountant department, maybe for the first time in her life.

“Fuck off…!”

Shila cocked her head.

“Harriet, you want to be my pussy, don’t you?” she asked the bimbo.

“Y-Yes, of course I want.”

“And you think I want a lying cunt?”

“Can’t… Can’t a cunt have some pride?”

“Not mine, not with me.”

Harriet grunted, stomped with her bare feet, gulped, closed her eyes.

“Forty eight.”

Lucy laughed heartily.

“And you called me a granny? What an absolute hypocrite, you are old enough that you could become MY vagina!”

“As if I would ever…! I didn’t call you a granny, but a granny’s twat, it isn’t the same, age is just a number!”

“Sure, grandma bimbo.”

“Grrr…!”

Shila cleared her throat and the two pussies shut up, she didn’t seem too disappointed at Harriet’s attempt at lying. 

“Why…” the maiden struggled to keep her dominance. “Why me? Why my vagina? I am not… Not anything, really, you two could definitely find a better partner than me.”

“Don’t babble nonsense!” Lucy exclaimed indignantly. “You are smart and gentle, shy and caring, a hardworking girl! Any pussy would be lucky to be yours!”

“You have me on a pedestal…” mumbled Shila.

“Perhaps, but that doesn’t mean what I say isn't true. You have a brilliant mind and are a nice young woman, a good woman. Your only flaw is self doubt, something that only embellishes you more.”

Shila looked at Harriet, Harriet gave a tiny shrug.

“You are cool and…” she sighed and allowed herself to be honest. “Have you ever seen someone that is missing something? Like… a puzzle missing a piece? That’s what I saw in you and I thought I could be that lost piece that makes it complete.”

“Hmph!” snorted Lucy. “What a simpleton, thinking this is about you.”

The secretary shrugged.

The maiden didn’t add anything, but instead just gave the bimbo a long curious glance.

“Hmmm, we have to heat the room…” Shila leaned back, putting her hands on the desk. “Make out with each other.”

“What?!” Lucy and Harriet said at the same time.

“Make out,” repeated Shila. “Kiss with passion, with tongues, suck and lick and rub, as if you two were in love.” she smirked. “Entertain me.”

The chief accountant and the secretary froze, realising perhaps their biggest mistake: Despite daydreaming about being coochie they had never considered it would get kinky.

Harriet was the first to react, she chuckled and smirked back towards the maiden, then grabbed Lucy by the shoulder.

“W-What are you doing?!” Lucy begged.

Harriet kissed her, passionately, with tongues, as she had been told. Lucy’s eyes opened wide as her tongue tangled with her rival’s inside her mouth. The secretary was very skillful at the lewd, her hand swiftly opened Lucy’s blouse and found their way inside her bra to squeeze the defenceless tit. Not wanting to do any less, the chief accountant managed to grab the bimbo’s ass. On the desk Shila watched with satisfaction as her boss ladies had fun, she herself began to rub her breasts, tracing circles around the hardened nipples.

“Good, very good,” she giggled. “Maybe you two should really merge.”

It took the pussies a while to stop their kissing, when they separated Lucy was the one left the most dishevelled, her lips were now also glossy pink, her jacket and blouse were open and one of her slightly saggy breasts was out of her bra and hanging for all to see.

“No, thank you,” Lucy gasped.

Harriet winked.

“Eh, I would almost rather be a person than Miss Boredom’s twat, but only almost!”

Lucy was starting to fit her boob back into her bra when Shila raised her voice.  

“Stop!” she ordered, pointing with her finger. “You pair of cunts have had it easy for long enough. You still have to demonstrate your commitment by stopping pretending to be women. The only clothing a pussy should wear is underwear, so get butt ass naked, now!” the maiden put her finger on her lips. “Wait! Leave the pantyhose and socks and panties, if you're wearing any, but the rest goes away!”

The secretary laughed heartily.

“Now I regret having picked a thong from the drawer this morning!”

Harriet pulled her jaguar top over her head and tossed it, her gigantic silicone tits bounced free, a tribal tattoo surrounding them, she had another tattoo on her arm, some sort of smirking angel-mermaid laying down on her busty bust. She had no shame or modesty in undressing, rather enjoying how Shila looked at her boobs. In no time she was mostly nude, with only her pantyhose and tiny thong covering any skin.

Lucy wasn't moving as fast, having only taken off her jacket. When Harriet saw her lack of enthusiasm she smirked and moved behind her.

“Let me help ya, coochie sis!” she giggled.

“Hey, hey, wait!” cried Lucy.

The secretary didn’t wait, she ripped open the blouse, bit off the bra, pulled down the pants all the way to the ankles. Harriet pushed Lucy and the chief accountant took one step forward, leaving her pants, with only her socks and her big white cotton panties.

“Grandma panties,” Harriet kept giggling from behind her peer, removing Lucy’s glasses, untying her hair, kissing her neck.

“Don’t be a tease!” mumbled Lucy.

Harriet hung an arm around Lucy’s neck, leaning over her, Lucy clenched her hands together between her nude tits.

“Here we are, sweety!” Harriet told the maiden. “Ready to unwrap as you asked, do you like what you see?”

Shila got up from the desk.

“I do,” her voice calm.

She walked with determination around the pair of pussies, grabbed their asses, slid a finger over their spines, went back in front of them and put one of her hands on one of Lucy’s boobs, the other hand on Harriet’s, then she began to massage, rub and pinch the nipples.

“S-Shila!” gasped Lucy as if she was now the maiden.

Harriet chuckled.

“That’s it, go lose, wreck us!”

Shila smirked and got down on her knee.

“Don’t move.”

Her words, sharp and dry, made the two mature boss ladies stand still as their intern grabbed the front of their underwear and pulled it down all the way to their knees.

Lucy’s pussy was meaty, with a hairy bush of curls.

Harriet’s vagina was totally shaved, a tight prominent vulva.

“If I knew we were doing it today I would have shaved,” mumbled the accountant.

The secretary tapped Lucy’s back.

“Don’t be silly, coochie, she has to see us as it is!”

Shila cocked her head to one side, then to the other.

“Hmmmmmmm…”

In an instant she lifted both hands, with two fingers in each hand raised, and penetrated both pussies in one move. Lucy bit her tongue and even Harriet was taken with her guard down.

“Fuck sake!” groaned the secretary in shock.

The maiden pleasured the pussies with harsh brusque moves, touching deep to the core of their lust.

“Keep standing! Don’t you dare drop!” Shila fondled the vulvas and pressed the clits with her thumb. “This is all you two are!”

A spasms of instinct had made Lucy and Harriet hold hands again, intensely, with their fingers tangled and the nails pressed into the back’s of each other’s hands.

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” they shouted, tensing their necks.

Shila didn’t stop until they both came hard.

Despite being left in shambles the two boss ladies managed to stand all the way up as they had been told, gasping and moaning with their panties around their ankles and their imploring vaginas leaking over their trembling knees.

“Lift your legs, panties go now,” was Shila’s next order.

In their blissful sexual trance they obeyed, just as they were going to obey until the end, raising their legs as the maiden claimed their underwear. What they didn’t expect was what the maiden did next: Pushing their panties up their cunts, clogging their vaginas with the cloth that once covered them.

Shila got up.

“You are a devil…” Lucy babbled.

The maiden smirked, then hugged the two sweaty mature women as best she could.

“Thank you,” she whispered between their heads. “Thank you for being cunts.”

Harriet chuckled, exhausted.

“A total devil… you lucky brat…”

Shila left them and went back to sitting on top of her desk, her throne, this time with her legs open.

“We are near the end,” she said. “On your knees, cunts.”

Harriet and Lucy raised their eyebrows in sync, not because of the demand, but because they noticed they were still holding hands. They looked at each other's eyes, smiled tenderly and kissed.

A short good luck kiss.

Before they dropped to their knees.

The maiden was rolling up her skirt.

“Crawl towards me, like bitches.”

The pussy pair stopped holding hands, got down onto all fours and with their panties still firmly inside their twats, crawled towards the maiden, they were so committed to it that they even barked and whimpered along the way.

It made Shila feel a bit sad that she couldn’t transform them into actual dogs.

A pair of bitches or maybe a bitch and a male, so she could keep both as pets.

Flesh was so easy to change, but she could only keep one of them as a pussy.

The pussies stopped in front of the maiden’s crotch.

“Say thanks,” Shila demanded while playing around with one of her braided pigtails.

“Thanks.”

“Get rid of my underwear.”

Neither Lucy, nor Harriet, could believe they were so close to it.

With reverential silence, with their cunts clenched around the panties inside their twats, they carefully grabbed the waistband of Shila’s black underwear. With chills down their spine, their fingers trembling as they rolled the cloth down until the maiden’s panties were left on the floor.

On their knees.

In front of the intern’s nude crotch.

They could barely look at it, barely breathe.

“Is it like staring at nirvana?” teased Shila, the maiden used two fingers to spread her vaginal lips. She could feel the heat radiating from the faces of the boss ladies.

“P-Please…! Please, Shila, please!” Harriet groaned, unable to restrain herself any further. “Choose me, choose me and I will do anything you ask, lick your feet, suck your ass! I will shut up, I will stop being annoying! I swear, I will shut up forever, not even bother to manifest as your coochie’s banshee. I will be a chunk of twat meat, nothing else, but let me live in your panties! Please!” There was true despair in her begging, she hung herself from Shila’s right leg, squeezing her boobs against it.

Lucy took a deep breath and began to fondle the maiden’s left leg.

“Shila,” she began to say as calmly as her shivering voice allowed. “It would be the highest of honours for me to be your vagina, I will gladly serve you as such, but it’s your choice to make who you want, if any, to be down there.”

Shila raised an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you scared of sounding like you don’t want it enough?”

The accountant shook her head.

“No, not at all, I trust you…” she fondled her intern’s pubes with the tip of her fingers. “I know that whoever you pick will be the correct choice.”

Lucy and Shila look at each other, sharing a tender smile… that was then interrupted by sobbing. They looked at Harriet and saw that the secretary, the oldest of the three of them, was crying like a little girl.

“It’s not fair! FUCK ME!” snot and tears ruined her makeup. “Not fair at all! Lucy is the best pussy, she’s a million times better than me! I’m greedy and spoiled and obnoxious and she’s… NGH! I’m nothing, I’m no good as a person, no good as a woman and no good as cunt! I’m fucking nothing!”

Lucy quickly moved to her aid.

“Shhhh,” the chief accountant tapped the secretary’s back, giving her warmth and comfort despite their nude, humiliating and silly situation. “Don’t cry, silly, this is supposed to be fun and sexy, not a drama.”

“B-But she’s totes picking you!”

“You don’t know that yet, I’m Miss Boredom, remember?” 

“Still she should or… or she’s dumber than me!”

Shila suddenly twitched her lips and grabbed Harriet’s face by the chin, squeezing her cheeks.

“Do you think I’m stupid? A dumbass?” she inquired in a cold and fierce tone.

Harriet frowned, confused and scared.

“N-Nuh, you aren’t, you are smart!”

“Do you want to be my vagina?”

“YES!” cried Harriet. “But I don’t deservehmmmmmmh!”

The maiden kissed the secretary, an intense heart-stopping kiss that lasted nearly a minute, during which Harriet passed from shock to allowing herself to melt with the pleasure.

Their lips slowly detached, connected for a brief moment by a thin bridge of saliva.

“Harriet Dulcinea Runington,” Shila spoke cleanly and clearly. “You are my cunt.”

A mute thunder broke the sky.

A chill climbed their spines, they vibrated from the tips of their toes to the tips of their noses.

Harriet moaned and panted.

“Oh, ohhhhhhhhhh, my goddess! Sweety! You did it! She did it! We did it!” she touched her face, her chest. “I feel it! Do you feel it? I felt it, I’m lighter than air! Iiiiiiiiiiiah!” a hand grabbed Harriet’s lush platinum hair from behind, pulling her head back. “L-Lucy?” the secretary babbled when she saw the chief accountant's serene face. “I… I’m sorrrrrrrhhmmmmmmmmmm!”

Lucy kissed her, a kiss that was just a notch less intense than the kiss the maiden gave her before closing the deal. Their lips separated, forehead against forehead.

“Lucy…!” Harriet muttered, not realising it’s her last word.

“You lucky bimbo slut, you better enjoy it for the both of us,” a sad smirk was on the accountant’s lips. “Adieu.”

In one swift move Lucy pushed Harriet’s face down on top of Shila’s crotch.

Lips met with lips and from that moment they became one.

Crotch lips with face lips, the opening of the two holes merged like melting wax.

“Hhmmmm! HMMMMMMMM!” Harriet’s eyes were wide open as she was muted by the cunt she was meant to replace, she could smell, the taste filling her mouth, the unstoppable pull sucking her to where she belonged. She grabbed the edge of the desk and tried to push herself away, but all she did was make Shila moan. “MHHHHH!”

“L-Lucy!” groaned Shila, looking at the secretary’s head between her legs. “What did you do?!”

“Hmmmmmmm!”

“She’s your coochie, isn’t?” answered Lucy.

“MMMMM! MMMMMMMMMHP!”

“Yes, yes she is, but… Ohhhhhh! OHHHHHHHH FUCK!” the maiden gasped and began to touch her own facial lips, they were swelling up. “She’s mine…!”

“MHHHHHHHHHHPPPPHHHHHHHH!”

“Then you should also enjoy it.”

Her lips, her whole mouth, her chin, nose, teeth and tongue disappearing, Harriet could see Shila’s pubes perfectly - coming closer and closer by the second. Lucy was petting her hair, the chief accountant rested her head on top of one of the intern’s thighs, to take a last glance at the ex-secretary as a woman.

They saw each other with human eyes one final time.

“I’m so, so envious,” sighed Lucy.

Harriet closed her eyes, her forehead reached the crotch, her whole face was now gone, Shila’s eyelashes grew longer. The rest of the ex-secretary’s head quickly followed, the maiden moaned softly, on her forehead her bangs seemed to decolor, going from her usual black to Harriet’s platinum blonde, the same happened to the tips of her pigtails, but the rest of her hair remained the same.

In the blissful void of her mind a nude Harriet orgasmed alone one million times as her singular existence came to a close. She exploded into bits, dispersed into a puddle, both things at once, her grey matter, every fibre of her neurons, twisted and repurposed into erogenous flesh. 

Where Harriet’s neck ended, Shila's crotch now began, they were both forever attached. The maiden began to stare at something in front of her, in midair, the air itself was blurring, fluctuating, a rainbow shine, a vertical rip being torn in the fabric that held reality… soon she realised what it was…

A vagina, of course.

What else could it be?

A vagina floating above her.

It gradually formed, the vulva, the clit, the shaved surroundings.

Slightly translucent, slightly white, meat made of nothing.

“The birth of a banshee…” Shila mumbled.

“It makes sense, she went ahead first,” Lucy explained, crossing her arms over Shila’s thighs. “I have read about it, ultimately all the maiden and pussy pairs share a similar connection, but if you absorb the brain first the peak can be more intense… What do you see? You see her?”

“I see pussy, her pussy, Harriet’s pussy… in front of me…”

Lucy chuckled.

“That’s what she is.”

“I see… A tomboyish girl…” Shila put her hands on her head, she opened her mouth as if she was sucking something invisible. “I see the first time she sucked a cock in the college’s bathrooms… I see… I SEEEEEEEEEEEEH!”

The ghostly pussy was spread, penetrated by something else invisible.

Harriet stopped holding onto the desk and wiggled her arms blindly.

An eye appeared in the floating cunt, a tongue came from inside it.

Shila grabbed Harriet’s hands to stop the wiggling, she clenched, pulled, the arms detached with the softest of pops and fully fused with hers. She watched in amazement her nails becoming long and pointy. As the merging progressed the armless torso sank into her crotch, spreading the maiden’s legs. Harriet’s boobs did a heavy slam against the desk, slid upwards.

The maiden gulped.

“Uhhh! NGHhhhhhhhhhh!”

Her new nails helped her, a second blouse was ripped in that room that day, she lowered her bra. Her breasts convulsed, their mass expanded, the areolas extended, they rampantly expanded into a pair of enormous orbs. Perhaps they weren’t as big as the ex-secretary’s gigantic bust that was no more, but you could clearly call them a proud bimbo size. Shila put her hands below her extra large boobs, she massaged and pinched the hardened nipples.

She stuck her tongue out, licking her swollen lips.

“It’s so heavy, it’s…! It’s!”

Lucy finished the thought for her.

“Everything you ever wanted?”

“YES!”

“They look better on you than they ever did on me and hey, all natural, so no complaints in that regard!”

Shila looked above and saw Harriet’s banshee, the bimbo’s naked upper torso, floating and smiling at her. Only the maiden could hear and see her. 

Harriet stretched her arms, inspected her ghostly hands.

“This is truly all I am, uh?” she shook her head, chuckled. “Sorry, sorry, I don’t want to ruin it for you, but Lucy accelerated the thing and… and… as soon as my bod is gone I will vanish to donnnnnnnnhhhhhhm!”

Shila had smiled back at the banshee and that made Harriet’s mouth turn into a vagina in the middle of her face.

“If I didn’t want you around I would have picked Miss Boredom,” thought Shila, Harriet heard it perfectly despite the intern emitting no words. “You are my cunt, twat, you are my pussy and I want you, be proud of that, dumbo! If you get too annoying I can just put you in vag-brain mode, but cut the self-pity bs, our ovaries are too big for us to be a sad fuck, you are too cool for that!”

Harriet nodded, her eyes a bit watery.

Her facial vagina went back to being a mouth.

“Sweety, I love you so much!” the banshee rejoiced . “I’m so totally horny!”

“ME TOO!” the maiden screamed.

Lucy had put herself between Harriet’s hanging legs, those long limbs wrapped in pantyhose were starting to diminish. First the nails on the feet shrank into nothing, then the toes, then the soles… in slow motion the pantyhose were left empty until they dropped to the floor.

Shila gasped, her legs elongated, her feet enlarged, tearing the soles of her shoes.

All that remained of the ex-secretary was her sweaty bubbly rear on top of the maiden’s crotch. Lucy smirked, she grabbed her panties, which were still inside her pussy and grabbed the strap of the thong inside Harriet’s.

She pulled the soaked underwear out.

The maiden fell onto her back, laying on the desk, convulsing in orgasm.

“THAT’S MY PUSSY!” she cried with pleasure.

The chief accountant chuckled, tossing away her own panties without a care, but kept the thong. She got onto her knees, Shila’s crotch, Harriet’s ass, both open for her to take.

Lucy put her hands on top of the buttocks, pushed them inside Shila’s body, making the intern moan unrestrained. Next she lowered her head to the pussy.

And started to suck.

“Aaaaaaaaaah! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” the maiden groaned blissfully. “My pussy! My pussy! You’re sucking my pussy!”

The accountant’s tongue flew inside the carnal gap, twisting, slapping and sliding.

Shila’s ass and hips expanded, so large the waistband of her skirt snapped.

In the air Harriet was also shaken by the wave of pleasure, groaning loudly in the ethereal realm that was her existence. Her legs crossed, hand in her crotch, arms squeezing her big boobs.

For her it wasn’t only her pussy, she was the pussy.

As the intensity of the cunnilingus increased the banshee descended, landing on the maiden, one on top of the other.

One within the lust.

Banshee and flesh, pussy and maiden.

Lucy firmly grabbed the waist with her arms, stretched her tongue as deep as she could. Shila crossed her long legs around Lucy, dragging the accountant forward, pushing Lucy’s face against her crotch in a way not too different from how Lucy had pushed Harriet’s face against that same spot not long ago.

If you could see both Shila and Harriet at that moment they would look like a busty woman with four arms and four tits. Two images filling the same space.

Even their voices overlapped as they shouted together.

“Miss Boredom, you are the real bimbo slut!”

Shila grabbed the edge of the desk with such strength that the wood cracked.

Her legs stretched stiffly.

A tsunami of orgasms multiplied by two.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Her mind melted in bliss.

With her eyes blank, the maiden’s body went loose, she lay on the desk, smiling sillily, giggling and panting. Lucy moved away from between her legs, and witnessed from her privileged position the final step of the incredible fusion.

Pussy over pussy, what little remained of Harriet’s mass was completely absorbed by her owner. Shila’s crotch resurfaces, the vaginal lips flapped and spread, accompanied by more moaning. The skin of the area pales from brown to a softer tan, the vulva swells into a tight vagina, the ink of the tattoos reappears, a fish tail under the crack, tribal markings on the sides, wings on the top and above that a triangular patch of platinum blonde pubes sprouted.

The gasps slowly stop, it closes slowly and is left trembling but motionless.

Harriet Dulcinea Runington.

No persona.

No secretary.

Simply a happy cunt.

Shila chuckled as she saw in the ceiling a pussy ball that matches her crotch drooling upside down without a thought in the world.

“Heeeeh…” she squeezes her big boobs. “Miss Boredom, that tongue of yours left me, and my coochie, stuffed!”

The intern sat up and looked down, Lucy was there, arms crossed over the maiden’s thighs once more, staring melancholic at the unassuming tattooed pussy.

“No offence to you, Shila,” the accountant tenderly poked Shila’s vulva a couple of times, the moisture starting to cool off. “But I think I hate your pussy more now that she’s your cunt than I did when she was a woman…”

Shila couldn’t help but feel bad for the maidenless pussy and she was certain that her own pussy would share that feeling. Pouting, she patted Lucy’s head, wondering.

“Hmmm… Maybe, maybe…”

…

“So, long story short, Harriet, Harriet was the cunt!” Shila proclaimed, shamelessly loudly. “My cunt to be exact!” her gloating was attracting some attention, but she didn’t seem to care or notice. 

The intern was in the cafeteria, having her weekly catch up with Gemma, so much had in fact happened since their last one that it seemed hard to believe. When Gemma saw Shila, her mouth dropped open.

The massive bust barely held in by the snow leopard blouse, the flashy platinum in her bangs and at the end of her pigtails, the glossy pink coating on the juicy lips, the flashy makeup, the long nails… She barely recognized her until Shila, still not entirely used to high heels or longer legs, stumbled into a waiter and almost fell face first.

“And that’s the tale!” Shila chuckled and fluttered her eyelashes. “What do you think? Do I look hot as hell or what?”

Gemma was rolling a cookie around the plate as she looked at her friend.

It was still Shila in essence, but a Shila mixed with something else… which only made sense if her story was true. Gemma couldn’t deny it, she also couldn’t deny that the new style fit Shila fantastically, but it annoyed her to have become the shorter of the two.

“Yeah, well-rounded,” she answered. “Also… Sorta gaudy, in a good way… I think…”

Shila burst into laughter.

“Oh, you don’t say! Big, rounded and… Uh, what does gaudy mean?”

Gemma frowned.

“Are you serious? That’s a joke, isn’t it?”

Shila shrugged.

“Of course, totes a joke,” she took a sip from her peach tea.

“Then,” Gemma looked around as if she expected to see a ghost, which made her feel silly. “Is your… vagina, around now? I mean, her banshee? Your banshee?”

“No, not right now, I took a shower before leaving, that’s why I was a bit late, sorry, and, well, Dulcinea gets super into it with a bit of teasing, I had to do some fingering, you can figure it out.”

“Sure… I can figure… Dulcinea?”

“Ah, one of my pussy’s names, like actual names, from when she wasn’t in my panties? She pretends to hate it when I use it, but I can tell you it turns her on, really on!”

Gemma took a bite of her cookie.

“I see,” she mumbled after munching.

“But we aren’t here to talk about me all day!”

Shila’s friend snorted, raising an eyebrow.

“Aren’t we?”

“No!” the bimbo smirked, pushing her bust forwards she put both of her hands on top of one of Gemma’s. “Gemma, I want you to meet a somepussy that is very dear to me!” 

Gemma gulped.

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[writing-plurals]

Amazing that I found your account! I've been wondering about this thing.

For the past four years I've been working on and off on this book

In the book everyone has some sort of thing that kind of hampers them in the human world, but helps them in their world- kind of like how in Percy Jackson, a lot of demigods have dyslexia and adhd

These hampering things are different for almost everyone and they're often related to a power or ability that you have. A person who has telekinesis may "hear voices" and person who can prophesize things may have an ungodly horrible sleep schedule

One character in particular just blacks out

The idea with her was basically that she has this "side" thar whenever it senses she's in danger, shows up and whoops ass.

This version of her is clearly not her doing the things and then immediately forgetting she'd done them. Her friends make comments about this version of her acting very different, when she isn't in control of her body, she makes comments as to what it feels like. She counts how long she's there for, then, as if nothings happened, she's whipped back into reality

Now with this character, in the beginning, I really didn't want her to be a system. I'm not sure how I convinced myself she wasn't, but now that I've began to understand my own system, understand what's happening, it's pretty obvious she's a system. The only problem is, no matter how much she really hates her mom, she isn't traumatized. Not by her mom or anything else, it's literally a point in the story that all of her childhood was her parents keeping her safe from bad things. There's not really any room for truama

Especially nothing serious enough and that would occur at a young enough age for her to develop did or osdd

Now don't get me wrong, I support systems formed outside of truama, but the last thing I want is for the first book that I've ever written that wasn't a picture book to be a catalyst of a bunch of discourse, I also feel there aren't many clear representatives of did or osdd in the media, and even less that are actually good or accurate

Personally, as someone who identifies with endo system (despite beginning to wonder if undiagnosed osdd is a possibility) I genuinely just think it's only fair that the disordered people are tended to first, then, once I feel they've been represented, I can then chose to represent the non disordered

So my question to you is what you think I should do?

Should I continue with this character not being a system and just this being the magic of that world that causes the weird split

Or should I go back into her backstory and find somewhere to fit the truama needed to make this character representative

(And I just realized this but she's the only character I have really that isn't that representative of anything else the rest of the main cast

Mixed (black and white) + Bisexual + Adhd

Mixed (Asian and white) + FtM + MLM/demisexual + depression

A literal robot + nonbinary + panromantic + has traits similar to autism but I wouldn't call it autistic cause it's a robot

Mixed (black and asian) + agender + schizophrenia

They're all mixed bc they're all mixed with the things I'm mixed with shhh 😔

But like this character

White + heterosexual + Cisgender + literally nothing else interesting about her other than that blackout-different-person thingy

So yeah, theres also that

Hmmm, think of representation like a kinda pie being made for a holiday meal. Just cuz you made a pumpkin pie (endogenic system rep), doesn't mean other ppl can't go out and get what they need for apple or banana cream pie. There's plenty of space for both kinds of stories to exist. The same way just cuz tv has few long running lesbian shows doesn't stop gay ones being made.

Endogenic systems' stories deserve to be told too, and it's okay to wanna tell it with what you have set up. It's not being insensitive to represent one marginalized group over another.

As for other headmates you mentioned, I'm a little too white to help with that, so maybe our followers and other mods can help with that bit!

-Mod Tick Tock

[maggicktouched]

Nat wants to know literally everything about Beck, I'm sorry... 3, 5, 8 (as if Beck has a choice, she says), 10, 11, 13, 14, 15, 18, 19, 21, 23, 25, 26, 27

What would your muse’s ideal date be?

Hmmm... I mean there could be a LOT. Beck likes 99 percent of things her partner will do with her. Hell, Beck likes doing things she doesn't even like doing if it is with her partner. So I'll give you an example of one specific one, but know that there are many ideal date ideas for Beck.

Take her to some sort of fair or festival. She loves the obviously scammed carnival games and attempting to beat them. She actually really loves rides in general. When the night winds down go somewhere dark and quiet in the middle of nowhere. If it is summer, strip down and hop into a creek or a river and swim in the glow of the fireflies. If it is winter, skate with her out on the lake. Take half a dozen picnic breaks under the stars and finally collapse onto the blanket next to one another. They can talk or make up stories or just lay there together. Stay up the whole night together, giggling from exhaustion but not wanting to fall asleep, not wanting the night to end. Let her feel wanted. Let her feel safe. Let her drop down her guard and open herself up.

“How easy is it for your muse to say, “I love you”?

Uhm... god that is actually kinda hard.

Depends on the person, I guess. It isn't hard with Nat. I think, especially in our main verse, it just comes out one night when they're young. A couple of months in they're in the car talking about nothing and there's a lapse in the conversation. Beck looks in the rearview and feels her entire world go fuzzy around the edges. She realizes the only thing she wants is right there with her. She feels this impossible pull toward Nat that takes away her breath and she just says it.

"I love you." And she pauses---she panics---for a moment. Then. "I'm sorry. Not that I said it. I meant it. I mean it. Just--just if it's too much to hear right now. I probably should have waited or something but I can't. I couldn't. You don't have to say anything, but I mean it."

Does your muse like a height difference with their partner? 

RUDE!

Lol. I mean... I guess? I don't think it matters to her in a lot of situations, but there is something kinda hot about it when the heat is turning up if you get me.

What would make your muse immediately abandon a date?

With Natasha??? Nothing short of a complete and total mental break down. Even when they're younger and things between them are a lot more tense, at the end of the day, Nat can kinda do no wrong with Beck. She lets her away with waaaay more than she lets other people away with. Nat may not talk about it, but she has been through a lot, and Beck knows what it is like to be put through hell. So maybe Nat can be a little paranoid (and that means a lot coming from her because she's pretty cautious around people herself) and yeah she's kinda bossy at times, but she also is still pretty much living in survival mode. Beck might get mad, her feelings might get hurt, but she does realize this and actively try to control herself.

The only reason she ever did or ever would leave Nat is to keep her safe.

What physical attribute does your muse find most attractive?

She's---not hard to please LOL. Beck really loves hair. Nat is a redhead which especially makes her a little weak in the knees. But Beck thinks Nat is so beautiful that she says it is a crime to single out one piece of her.

What personality trait/type does your muse find most attractive?

In Natasha specifically? Her gentleness. Beck might not always know specifics, but she knows what Natasha was trained to do. She knows people have done unthinkable things to Natasha. But Nat never tries to hurt her. It happens sometimes, but it is usually by accident. Nat never just gets mad at her and takes digs at her, and she certainly never raises a hand to her. And honestly that's what Beck is used to from most people.

What is your muse most likely to notice first about a potential partner? 

I'm gonna be honest this question and my brain don't compute very well. I tried to answer it when another person sent it in and gave a very lame answer. Idk why.

The first thing Beck noticed about Nat was how homeless she looked and that's not very nice to say lmao.

Does your muse like receiving gifts from a potential partner? If so, what?

It depends? So like it boils down to why she thinks she's getting the gift. If she thinks you're giving her something to make her stop being angry with you or because she's sad, she either feels apathetic about it or potentially may get even angrier. But if someone just likes to give her gifts? Go crazy. She cares more about the fact that someone thought about her than the gift most of the time. Like if you buy her a bit of candy or a lemonade she's going to be just as over the moon as if you bought her something expensive.

Food is usually a safe choice, though she's wary of food that have been heavily processed. Clothes are also very safe. She actually likes it when her partner dresses her on like a special occasion because she's like "oooOoOoOOoOo you think I'm pretty in this?". She's a dork.

Does your muse find the idea of a secret admirer charming or off-putting?

Hmmmm. I don't think a secret admirer would work with Beck. She can't read, so if someone sent her presents with notes on it she'd be like "Boda what does this say" and Angrboda would probably lie. Because Boda trusts no bitch and would NOT be ok with a secret admirer.

She's also like, isolated in most verses. Even in our verse with Clint and Barck (that's what I'm calling Dog!Beck now), once she turns back into a person, it doesn't matter that she's in the city she still knows almost no one. And having someone know her that she doesn't know? Very likely to spook her.

She thinks the idea is very romantic... just maybe not for her.

Would your muse prefer a spontaneous date night, or a planned night out? 

Either or. Beck's very spontaneous. She doesn't really get the point in planning things in advance when you could do them now. But Nat has a taxing job that takes her all over the world. They kinda have to plan stuff. It doesn't bother her. But she does forget a lot because she doesn't really keep a calendar. If they plan something Nat has to remind her about it the day before.

Does your muse fall for someone quickly, or does it take a bit to win their heart?

I don't think it takes long for Beck to fall. It takes longer for her to learn to trust than it does to fall in love. She is a bit of an expert on loving people she doesn't fully trust. She's had to because otherwise her life would be completely loveless. The only people she trusts completely are her familiars and her best friends and Cora---and older mentor/kind of adopted mother figure.

But Beck is emotional and feelings driven, and especially for Nat it doesn't take long at all for her to be like "well nothing but her matters now. cool."

Is your muse smooth when it comes to flirting? How do they handle being flirted with?

Yes. Beck is. My autistic ass on the other hand is not. It's something I really struggle to write so it doesn't get written as often as it probably should. It worms its way into drabbles more often than serious threads because I'm not as intimidated when I think the piece is mostly just something for me.

Beck flirts with pretty much everyone. It's just kinda how she talks half the time. And she loves it when people play along or flirt with her. She flirts with her friends constantly. But they all know it is a game. She doesn't like people that take it too far. You'll go from her giggling and twirling her hair to her hexing your shoes to the floor if you get too pushy. It's playful, it is light. It isn't meant to be taken seriously except with her partner.

Does your muse consider romantic holidays  ( such as Valentine’s )  important to celebrate when in a relationship?

If Nat were to explain what it was, Beck would probably participate in Valentine's Day. She has a vague awareness of human holidays but generally half of what she "knows" about it are just weird assumptions she's made from watching random people out of context from a distance. Anniversaries and such though she does celebrate. And remember, astonishingly.

How much stock does your muse put in first impressions? What is the best way to make a good first impression with your muse? 

Very little. Beck puts on a face/act half the time. She thinks most people lie out of the gate. Because of that there is no first good impression. She can get a good feeling about you if you're not a douchebag, but she can get a bad feeling about you if you're an angel too. She's fickle and untrusting.

Is your muse one to sit down with a new partner and formally define a relationship, or do they prefer to go with the flow and see what happens?

She's definitely a go with the flow kinda person. She'll do it the other way for people who need it, but she figures if she wanted to Properly Arrange a relationship she'd have gone to the Order of the Nine and submitted herself for and arranged marriage. What's the point? Just figure it out as it goes.