#i just gotta sort the merchandise out ;;;

[twistedwonderflan]

I can't get a good pic of it BUT!! I finally put together my Epel ita bag!! I've had most of the pins and keychains for a while but I've been procrastinating putting it together until now. A few pieces are a bit off and the window is a little glossier than I'd like but overall, I'm happy with how it turned out!

I originally got the slime bag to make a tweels themed ita bag, but it ended up being for Epel instead lol. The more I look at it, the more mistakes I see.. but I'm just gonna ignore them for now and be happy with myself for getting something done.

Might buy those decorative little fuzz ball things to fill up the space at the bottom.

[itsgivingmami]

Rhea who’s been pining after reader ever since they met in NXT, reader was Damian’s best friend and gear maker.

Reader decided one day that she wanted to try making women’s gear and who’s a better subject than Rhea Bloody Ripley?

They get up close and personal in their first fitting and the champion gets flustered…

-Told you long requests were a bad habit, Maggie

A Measure of Love- Rhea Ripley

Enjoy!! Comments. Likes and reblogs always appreciated

Rhea picked up her pump cover from the bench and wiped her face, sweat running from her dark tresses down her temples. The air is cranked in her garage but it does barely anything to cool her flushed skin. The music is loud as she turns to face Damian, finishing his last rep of presses.

“You wanna grab lunch?” Rhea shouts and Damian slides his body out from the bar and sits up. He takes a moment to catch his breath and take a sip of water.

“I can’t I’ve got a fitting for war games,” Damian explains and Rhea feels her heart leap at the mention of her favourite person. “Speaking of which I don’t wanna go all smelly can I grab a shower?”

“You know where it is,” she teases in fake annoyance and he claps her on the shoulder and heads into her home towards the guest room. Once he’s gone Rhea deflates she leans against the bar with her hands clasped together holding her forehead up.

How many years, how many mentions, how many times had she thought of you and still, heart racing and if she wasn’t already worked up from the exercise she was sure she’d be blushing too. There was the assumption that she’d be used to it by now with all the time you spent in her head and not to mention all the time she’d spent scrolling your social media. For fucks sake you’d been to her house at least a couple times during parties, she could probably find you at Damian’s more often than not and you were constantly backstage during raw. That’s how you had met, and since that day not a single on had past that Rhea hadn’t thought about you in some capacity.

~

“Fuck,” Rhea arms were twisted behind her neck trying to get the buckle on her top closed but every-time she got the fascinator in place it snapped open. “Fuck!”

She’s rushing from the locker room towards catering, she’ll have to sprint to make it to gorilla before her fight but she can’t exactly go out topless either. Her bleach blond hair tickles the top of her hands as she holds her top, she’s relieved having it so short finally but it’s the perfect length to get stuck in the abysmal clasp.

“Priest!” Damian’s turns from the group he’s talking with to spot his friend yelling for him, he excuses himself quickly seeing the worry on her face and for a second he think she’s got some sort of neck injury.

“What’s wrong?” He asks trying to pull her arm from her neck, and she nudges him off. He stares confused,

“Stupid thing won’t stay closed can you try I’ve gotta be at gorilla,” she turns and he takes a moment to look before admitting defeat.

“Stay here,” he says before quickly running down the hall and out of view. Rhea bobbles impatiently as she feels time passing, maybe she should’ve just tried to find a merchandised shirt.

Damian’s boots are loud as he hauls back around towards her, there’s a quick glance thrown over his shoulder as a shorter woman’s comes trailing behind him. Her hair swings behind her in a ponytail, her large white button up, open on her shoulders acts like a cape as she and Damian run towards Rhea.

“Who’s this?” Rhea asks as they meet her in the hall, her eyes don’t leave the woman infront of her, staring up through round wire frame glasses.

“She does all my gear she’ll fix that,” Rhea squints for a minute before snapping back to reality, right her top, her match. She continues to stare at the woman as her brain catches up,

“I’ve got it I promise,” you tell her but her hesitancy has nothing to do with your skill and everything to do with the fact that she doesn’t want to stop looking at you. With a thick swallow Rhea nods and spins around, gently lowering to her knees and allows you to work.

She makes it out in time, the golden lights of nxt greeting her for the evening. Her tops holds strongly as she pins her opponent.

Damian congratulates her as she gets back to the gorilla but her eyes scan the room for you. As she makes her way back to the locker room she checks every hallway for the sight of you but nothing. She rips her gear off the first chance she gets and packs up quickly, throwing items into her bag before heading back out into the busy hallways.

~

She never did find you that night, but as a thank you she had sent you flowers a few days later come to find out you weren’t actually in town and they had died at your doorstep. That was the first on only time Rhea had decided to shoot her shot with you and years later you were still completely ignorant to the roses your building had removed from the hall.

From then she’d found every excuse to be close to you, came to Damian’s fittings when she could, offered to wait with you backstage at events. Everything but actually make a move on you or tell you how she felt.

“I’m headed out,” Damian leaned in the doorway with his gym bag in hand, she waves him off with a tired smile. She loves her closest friend but she can’t help the jealousy that creeps in. She finally leaves the garage to get a glass of water before heading off to a shower of her own.

She’s in her bedroom pulling out sweats and hour later with a table when her phone lights up with Damian’s contact photo. Probably wants to show off his new gear. She tosses the clothes on the bed and sits down, sliding to accept his FaceTime. Her phone nearly flys across the room when she sees your face light up her screen and she looks down at the towel covering her body.

“Hey gorgeous!!” You greet happily unaware the fluster you’ve put her in. “Do you have a second for me?”

She could laugh if she wasn’t caught so off guard. A second? She had years to give to you, years she’s waited stuffed under her belt. She runs a hand through her wet hair in attempt to look more presentable and nods swallowing thickly.

“Yeah always,” she tells you honestly, her mind tones brings a smile to your face.

“Are you loyal to somebody for your gear?” You ask quickly, Rhea furrows her brows and shakes her head.

“Not particularly I tend to shop around,” Rhea answers and you light up, Rhea hears Damian pipe in with a teasing ‘I told you so,” before you swatted at him. Rhea took your distraction as an opportunity to admire you.

Contrary to popular belief she was not all skulls, goth and black. She did occasionally enjoy the light and airy things in life, some might even call cute and one of those things, was you. The way your hair falls around your face and when you smile one side raises a little higher than the other. Your face had changed over the last couple years as did your habit for choosing contacts over your frames but to her you still looked as tempting as your first meeting.

“I don’t know how you deal with him,” your voice snaps Rhea back to reality as her phone comes back into focus. You’re rolling your eyes at Damian and smiling at her. “You’re never going to get married at this rate stupido!”

“Says the single woman,” Damian retorts and Rhea places her phone to view the ceiling. She hears you scoff as she pulls on a pair of sweat pants and a tee.

“I know how to treat a woman better than you!” And it was true, you did. You had more long term relationships than Rhea or Damian in the last few years and it gutted her every time. It both relieved and filled her with anxiety when you clarified that you were gay for the first time. Rhea had gone from worrying about you and Damian together to worrying about every other woman on the planet. “Where’d you go?”

Rhea tosses the towel into the hamper and grabs her phone and as she reappears you smile.

“Sorry you caught me out the shower,” You watch Rhea shuffle back and lean against the head board,

“I’m sorry I just really wanted to talk to you!” You explain and she feels her heart jump. She’s torn between watching you and watching herself ok her phone to make sure her face doesn’t betray her.

“I’m all yours,” Rhea admits, it feels nice to say aloud even though she really does mean it and you chuckle in response to what you assume is a joke.

“I’ve been thinking about moving into doing women’s ring gear,” you speak quickly a feeling of nerves flowing over you, “and since you and your terror twins are officially teaming up I was thinking that maybe I could do your gear too, could make them match and everything,”

Listen, Rhea knows she should be paying attention to your offer, and she hears you but the way you’re blushing and refusing to really look at her is something she hasn’t seen and it’s pulling the dominant side of her out of the hole she pushed it down into a long time ago in regards to you.

“You wanna make gear for me?” Rhea questions and you nod enthusiastically,

“Yes! Please what do ya say?”

~

“Hello?” Rhea shouts into the quiet room, her voice echoing back at her. She moves inside and closes the door behind her, the lights above her hum dully, a good sign that you’re here somewhere. She’s only been here a few times when tagging along with Damian but the studio is familiar enough, your loft hanging above the space.

“Hi!” She hears followed by the clanking of metal, she watches you descend the spiral staircase quickly and speed walk towards her. Your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her down your height. “Thank you for this,”

“Anytime,” she replies because any chance to spend time with you is a win in her book, getting new custom ring gear was an added bonus. “So what do you need from me?”

“I need your measurements and then we can look at some sketches,” Rhea freezes in place, measurements, her measurements. She wasn’t sure how that fact hadn’t crossed her mind, of course you were going to have to touch her at some point during fittings but measuring her? You were too busy floating around collecting your measuring tape and notepad to notice the (gay) panic happening. “Cool?”

“Oh? Um-“ Rhea forces a smile and nods as you look at her innocently, “cool,”

Half an hour later Rheas standing on a pedestal in her bike shorts and sports bra, her mind a mental minefield of trying not to think about you and simultaneously prepare herself for you to be so close.

“Okay so hold your arm out a little for me,” Rhea takes a sharp breath in as you gently touch her right arm, moving it to where you want it. “Perfect,” your hands are gentle as you measure the length of her arm and she can feel your eyes move along her skin.

“How come you decided to do women’s gear?” Something, anything, a distraction of any kind was better than the silence. You look up from the tape to her, her gaze remains stuck in front of her, stoic like a statue. “You’re pretty established with the work you do now,”

“I got inspired,” you answer vaguely and pull your tape along her arm back to your waiting hand, “there’s a woman I want to see in my clothes,”

“Gotcha,” she tries to say casually, throwing a quick answer out before her voice breaks. “So I get to be the guinea pig?”

“Hmmm,” you hum as you make your way around her, your finger tips are cold on the back of Rheas neck as you hold the tape and run it down the length of her back. You watch the muscle is her back tense and move and quickly advert your eyes back to the task at hand. “I wouldn’t send you out in anything I wasn’t confident in,”

“No I didn’t mean-“ your soft giggles cut her off as your forehead hits her back.

“I was kidding,” you rub her back gently to let her know she’s okay before moving to measure her waist.

“So who’s this dream muse of yours?” She can’t help but ask. Rhea tries to keep her tone playful but the way her tones drops towards the end of her sentence gives her away more than she’d like. Your eyes seemed focused on your tape and she hopes you weren’t plying close enough attention. “I’m sure Damian could put in a good word with pretty much anyone,” You avoid making eye contact with her as you return to your notepad to jot down her waist number and shrug.

“I’m sure he could knowing him,” you tease but say nothing else about it and it sends the gears in Rheas head turning full force. “Arms up,”

“If it’s someone in my division I could talk to them for you?” Rhea offers and she doesn’t know why, she doesn’t exactly want to share you but the way you’re measuring across her chest prompts her to start rambling.

“I don’t think so,” you giggle and smile at her. Now she was starting to feel antsy, all the past times a girl had shown up in your life she was blind sided, at least this time she had the opportunity to prepare herself for seeing you with someone else.

“Cmon just tell me who she is,” Rhea tries again ignoring your hands on her hips, “I know I could convince her,” why can’t she stop talking?

“I really doubt it Rhea,” you tell her, you lowering onto a knee in-front of her getting ready to measure her legs. You keep your eyes on her thighs as you measure them, refusing to look up. You write down your number before looking up. “Plus no need,”

“Why not?” Rhea asks, your vagueness is starting to irritate her, despite how cute you are how nice your touch feels.

“Because I’m already measuring her,”

To be continued…

[pinkanonwrites]

EARTHSPARK TRANSFORMERS DILDOS AGAIN!!

Bumblebee finding the ✨Stinger✨ while going down a rabbit hole of his merch. He is too horrified to ask if Alex has one (he doesn’t)

Optimus finding one obviously based off him and wondering if he should release an official one. I mean, it would be good for human and cybertronian relations right? Right??

Elita finds the mother of all strap-ons that would make a size queen weep and is like “🫤 why did they make mine so small?”

Megatron finds one probably called the Destroyer or something and is just horrified. Elita probably sent it to him jokingly because if she has to see this shit then so does everyone else

Wheeljack probably has an officially branded vibrator he designed. Has the same reputation as those rose toys but people have passed out using it and swore they saw the face of God after

Arcee finds a pocket pussy based off of her and is like “bro cybertronian valve would shred your dick to pieces!” And so a pencil sharpener based off Arcee was made

The Earthspark 'Bots are split into three different categories depending on how they feel about having knock-off sex toys made of them. They are as follows:

Deeply Embarrassed: Bumblebee and Megatron

Tentatively Curious: Optimus and Elita One

Genuinely Hyped: Wheeljack and Arcee

It's the one piece of merchandise above all else that Bumblebee is glad Alex doesn't own. He's... flattered? Kinda? That there are humans out there that may be into what he's got going on. But he's mostly embarrassed, and hopes to Primus no one ever asks him about it because NO, he did NOT sign off on this!

Meanwhile Megatron's is one of those three-foot tall ones that weighs like 60 pounds, custom textured with mechanical plating and details. He's confused that it even exists; There's no way any human on Earth can fit that thing into one of their tiny little holes, is there? It takes him a second to remember that humans are incredibly versatile, and insertion isn't they only way to have fun, then he gets supremely flustered.

Optimus is a little bit embarrassed, though not nearly as much as Megs or Bee. Despite this, the fact that there's even an interest in these sort of things gives him hope that humans and Cybertronians will be able to live in peace. Just gotta get past some... awkward speed bumps first.

Elita is impressed. Mainly because she hadn't really thought humans would be interested in Transformers in that way, so she's actually a little tickled by the idea of Cybertronians being desirable enough to humans for a whole adult toy line. She has a few qualms that the femme false spikes seem to always be more dainty than the mech ones, but she has no plans to whip it out for any designers so she can't really complain.

Wheeljack is sending signed designs with elaborate detail charts and specifics about strength and material and battery life. If it's gonna be associated with him anyway, why wouldn't he want it to be the best of the best? Let the humans have their fun, and it doesn't hurt to make a little money on the side to fund some research projects and base repairs.

Meanwhile Arcee is having fun messing with the toy designers by coming up with elaborate lies and exaggerations about Cybertronian anatomy purely for her own entertainment. After all, if none of these humans have the ball-bearings to ask her for proof of her little claims and spiels, that's on them!

[cyberl6ve]

𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐖 — 𝟑

⋆⭒˚🍊.⋆ Part One | Part Two ⋆⭒˚🦌.⋆

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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ : 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, I quickly changed back into my white baggy shirt and blue washed jorts. Chris watched me with a smirk on his face, no doubt remembering exactly what we had just done in those clothes. “Ready to go back out there?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

Chris emerged from the bathroom dressed in his signature style a black long sleeved shirt, gray sweats, and his white Birkenstocks. He topped off the look with his signature Fresh Love red hat, the brim pulled low over his eyes.

“Let’s hope you didn't get us in trouble,” I whispered to Chris, a playful glare in my eyes. He just chuckled and pulled me closer, his arm wrapped around my waist.

Chris tried to go in for a kiss, but I pulled back with a playful grin. “Pipe down, lover boy,” I said, extricating myself from his embrace. I walked out of his room and up the stairs to seeing Nick and Matt on the couch on their phones.

“You're finally back, took you long enough,” Nick quipped, raising an eyebrow at me. I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. “Yeah, sorry, Chris is really hard to wake up,” I replied. Matt and Nick exchanged a look, but wisely said nothing.

“Hey, guys, do you want to go get something to eat and then head over to Top Golf?” I asked, changing the subject. Nick looked up from his phone and grinned. “Definitely,” he said, standing up from the couch and stretching. Matt followed suit, nodding in agreement.

Nick added, “Oh, and before we head out, we need to swing by the warehouse. There's a new shipment of merch that just came in and we gotta check it out.”Matt's eyes lit up at the prospect of new gear. “Sweet, I'm always down for that too.”

Chris ambled up the stairs, his hat pulled low over his eyes, a relaxed smile on his face. He dropped down onto the couch beside me, his leg brushing against mine. “What's the plan?” he asked, his voice low and casual.

Matt rattled off the day's plans with an excited grin, “First, we gotta swing by the warehouse to check out the new merch. Then maybe some shopping, and after that, we’ll hit Top Golf and grab a bite while we're at it.”

As we all stood up, Chris's hand found its way to my thigh, providing a gentle squeeze for support as he pushed himself up from the couch. The brief, intimate contact sent a shiver down my spine.

We all make our way down the stairs to the garage, chattering excitedly about the day ahead. Matt grins mischievously and leads us to his car. We pile in and he puts it into gear, driving us to the warehouse.

Matt expertly navigates the industrial complex until we reach the warehouse. To our surprise, the boxes of merchandise were already stacked neatly along one wall, waiting for us. Chris let out a low whistle of approval, “Looks like they were on top of things today.”

As we sorted through the boxes, Chris let out a cheer. “Guys! Check this out!” He held up a black hoodie with the logo ‘Let’s Trip’ on it.

— ☆ —

Nick's head lolled back against the couch cushions as he let out a contented sigh, his arms stretched out above his head. I sat at the edge of the couch, watching him lazily. Without warning, a shadow loomed behind Nick and Chris appeared, camera at the ready.

The peaceful moment was shattered by Chris’ sudden appearance. With a wicked grin, he leaned over Nick, scaring him so badly that he nearly tumbled off the couch. “Chris! You fucking bitch!” he yelled as he scrambled to catch his balance, eyes narrowed in mock outrage.

Chris burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the room, as he quickly thrust the camera into my hands. “Get it, get it!” he shouted, already taking off, Nick hot on his heels.

And just like that, the scene shifted from a moment of tranquil relaxation to an all-out chase between best friends, captured perfectly on camera thanks to my quick reflexes. The sound of their laughter floated through the warehouse as Chris darted kept running from side to side, Nick in close pursuit.

“Oh, shit!” Chris shouted as his foot caught on one of the many boxes scattered around the warehouse. He stumbled, then fell hard onto the floor, the camera catching his fall on tape.

“Chris!” I gasped, putting the camera down for a moment while it’s still rolling and hurried to his side, genuinely concerned for his well-being. Chris laid sprawled on the ground giggling. Nick, not missing a beat, delivered a playful smack to his ass for his revenge. “That's what you get bitch!” Nick teased, still laughing.

“That’s enough playing around you two” I helped Chris to his feet. Chris stood up, looking embarrassed by his clumsiness. His eyes met mine, and without a word, he wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace, burying his face in the crook of my neck, pressing a kiss into my neck. No one seems to notice it.

Holding my hands on his back, I could feel his warm breath against my skin. "The camera is still rolling." I whispered. He nodded his head, knowing that he had to be careful not to give their fans any unintentional hints of the romance brewing between us.

Nick, realizing the situation, couldn't help but grab the camera, “Looks like someone's a little embarrassed from his fall.” He teased Chris while filming.

Just then, Matt entered the scene, curious about the commotion he heard. “What's going on?” he asked, looking around. Nick immediately filled him in. “Chris tripped over a box and fell flat on his face like a dumbass,” Nick said with a chuckle, still filming.

Matt, sensing Chris’ embarrassment, teased him playfully. “Oh, that explains why he's clinging around Y/N like that, poor baby,” Matt said with a smirk. This was enough to push Chris over the edge.

Chris pulled away from me, running after Matt. I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh. Nick, still holding the camera, captured every moment in detail. “Quit running before you fall again!” I shouted.

Chris didn’t listen and continued to chase after Matt, the two of them running around the warehouse, laughing and joking with each other. Nick followed close behind, still filming. “Looks like someone's got a bit of pent up energy to burn off,” he quipped, aiming the camera at Chris’ determined face as he pursued Matt.

Just as Matt came around me, Chris made a beeline for my direction. “Chris slow down!” I called out, but it was too late. With a playful grin on his face, Chris picked me up and tackled me onto the couch.

He landed on top of me, causing the couch to sink underneath us. I couldn’t help but laugh, feeling his weight on me and his breath against my neck. Matt and Nick were clearly amused, chuckling as they filmed the whole scene. “Looks like Chris is making himself comfortable,”

“I’m tireddddd,” Chris whined out, laying his head against my chest. I laughed and wrapped my arms around him tightly. “I mean you did just run not once, but twice at full speed,”

“Well that was that,” Nick said, flipping the camera towards himself and Matt. “We’ll pick up the camera after Chris is done taking his nap.” Matt nodded in agreement. Watching the scene unfold, they couldn't help but laugh at the display of energy and exhaustion.

Nick pointed the camera back at Chris, but Chris wasn't having it. “Get the fuck out of my face!” he shouted, shoving the camera away with a look of annoyance. He settled into a comfortable position on top of me, his face nuzzling into my neck.

I waved goodbye to the camera as Nick turned it off. The sound of soft laughter filled the room, and I couldn't help but smile as I looked down at Chris. “Looks like you wore yourself out,”

I brought my hands to his head, gently running my fingers through his hair as it clung to his sweat— dampened forehead. Chris let out a contented sigh, his eyes closing as he nuzzled into my touch.

“We should bring these boxes upstairs so they can be out of the way,” Matt suggested, gesturing to the scattered merchandise. Nick nodded in agreement, the two of them grabbing a few boxes each and heading towards the staircase.

As the sound of their footsteps faded upstairs, Chris stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open to gaze up at me. A lazy smile spread across his face as he caught my hand still playing with his hair and brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

"You sneaky—" I teased, but my words were cut off as Chris captured my lips in another kiss. The room faded away, and it was just the two of us, lost in our own little world.

Chris's hands were now gripping my waist, pulling me closer as he spoke between the passionate kisses. “You think you can help me out, Ma?” He asked in a low, playful tone that ignited a fire in my stomach.

I pulled away from the kiss, looking up at Chris with a coy smile. “With what exactly?” I asked, trying to maintain some composure despite the heat coursing through me. Chris's response was to press another kiss to my lips before pulling away and letting his hands drift lower down my sides.

“You know,” Chris said, his voice low and husky as he nipped at my lower lip. His hands continued to move lower, squeezing my hips and encouraging me to grind against him. “I'll give you a hint,” he whispered seductively, his lips grazing my ear.

Chris smirked as he was tracing his lips down my neck and nipping at the sensitive skin there. “It starts with a ‘p’ and ends with a ‘e,” he said, his tongue flicking out to taste me. He shifted his hips, pressing himself against me as a reminder of what was underneath.

I was confused for a moment before Chris whispered, “Pleasure,” in my ear. His hand moved up to cup my breast, squeezing gently as he continued to kiss me. I let out a soft quiet moan as his tongue traced over my nipple through the fabric of my shirt.

I pulled back, looking into Chris's lust-filled eyes and shaking my head. “Not out in the open, Matt and Nick can literally see us,” I whispered urgently. He groaned in protest, but I continued, “Didn't we just fuck earlier? You've been horny ever since we made that deal.”

Chris gave me a sheepish smile, his hands stilling on my body. “Can you blame me?” he asked, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I can't help it, you're just so fucking irresistible,” he said as he adjusted himself in his pants. He leaned in to press a light kiss to my lips.

My mind was racing with thoughts, none of which had anything to do with stopping Chris’s advances. In reality, I didn't mind fucking him— I even enjoyed it. In fact, the more we did it, the more I craved it, and I never thought I'd get tired of it.

The truth was, I had feelings for Chris. Deep, unspoken feelings that I'd never had the courage to vocalize. This was as close as I'd get to him, and it was intoxicating. With that in mind, I pointed to the big white blanket draped over the pool table.

“Get the blanket off the pool table,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. As he reached for it, I started to unbutton my shorts, my fingers trembling slightly with anticipation.

Slowly, I slid my shorts down to my ankles and left them there. When I looked back up at Chris, his eyes were burning with desire. He reached for the blanket and spread it out over our bodies, enveloping us in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.

Chris and I both left our shirts on, just in case we needed to get dressed quickly. Under the blanket, he gently pulled my underwear down, revealing my wetness to him. He leaned in and started kissing my neck.

I let out a soft moan as he continued to explore my body with his fingers. The position he was in was the same one Matt and Nick had seen him in before they left, but they had no idea what was going on under the blanket.

“Shhh,” Chris whispered against my neck as he continued to seduce me with soft kisses and tender touches. His hand wandered lower and lower, until it was between my legs.

As Chris explored my body with his hands, I couldn't help but let out soft moans of pleasure. He silenced me with a kiss, his tongue dancing with mine in a passionate embrace. Under the blanket, he slipped two fingers inside me, causing me to arch your back and gasp for air.

“Keep an eye out, okay baby?” Chris whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending tingles down my spine. He continued to touch me, his movements becoming more desperate and needy as he brought me closer to the edge. “I want to make sure no one catches us,”

I nodded my head, my mind foggy with desire as Chris continued to pleasure me under the blanket. The feeling of his fingers coupled with the danger of being caught made the experience even more exhilarating.

With renewed intensity, Chris plunged his fingers deeper, stroking that sensitive spot within me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His thumb rubbed quick circles against my clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body.

“Stay quiet, Ma” Chris whispered in my ear, his voice dripping with confidence as his fingers worked their magic. I could only nod, completely lost in the sensation.

Just as I was about to reach my peak, Chris pulled his fingers away and slowed down. “Not yet,” he said with a wicked grin. With a swift motion, he lowered his sweatpants and boxers under the blanket, freeing his hard length.

Chris wrapped his hand around his cock, gently pumping himself as he positioned himself at my entrance. He pushed forward, and I gasped as I felt myself stretching to accommodate him. It was always like this with Chris— every time we had sex, it felt like the first time all over again.

I clung to Chris, digging my nails into his back as he filled me up completely. My mind was a jumble of thoughts and sensations as I adjusted to his size. I couldn't believe that after all this time, I still wasn't used to the way he stretched me out so perfectly.

As Chris began to move within me, I couldn't help but marvel at the way his cock made me feel— like I was home, like I was exactly where I was meant to be. The way Chris moved inside of me, the way his hips ground against my own, it was all almost too much to handle. I couldn't think about anything else except the pleasure he was giving me. With each thrust, he hit all the right spots, the places that made me see stars.

I moaned low in my throat, the sound muffled by Chris's neck as he pounded into me with a fierce intensity. “Baby, just like that,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper, desperate for more of him.

Chris let out a low growl as he felt me clench around him. “Stay quiet, Ma,” he said, his voice strained with pleasure. “Matt and Nick are still upstairs.” I nodded, biting back a cry of pleasure as he increased his pace.

Without a word, Chris reached up and covered my mouth with his hand. The suddenness of it sent a shock of pleasure through me and I let out a muffled cry against his palm. He started thrusting harder.

I felt Chris's movements becoming more erratic, his breath hot against my ear as he spoke. “You're doing so well, baby. Taking it all like you always do.” His words sent waves of pleasure through me and I moaned again, the vibrations humming against his palm.

“Oh, fuck, Ma,”Chris groaned, his voice low and rough in my ear. "You're so fucking tight, baby. I love it." He picked up his pace again, driving into me harder, the couch creaking beneath us with the force of his thrusts.

Chris's movements grew more urgent, his hips slapping against mine as he chased his release. “Cum for me, Ma,” he demanded, his voice a low, guttural growl. “Cum on my cock.”

I felt my body tremble and then shatter, wave after wave of intense pleasure washing over me as I came hard around Chris's throbbing cock. “Fuck, yes!” he groaned quietly, his own release hitting him moments later as he spilled himself deep inside me.

Chris collapsed against me, both of us trying to catch our breath as he gently lifted his hand away from my mouth. “You're amazing, you know that?” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I smiled, still riding the high of the intense orgasm he'd just given me.

Chris slowly pulled out of me, the loss of him making me ache almost immediately. He pulled up his boxers and sweats, and then helped me with my underwear and shorts, being careful not to let any of his cum spill out.

Chris threw the blanket back on the pool table and then made his way to the warehouse kitchen, grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge. As he walked back over to me, he picked up the camera and started recording. “I just woke up from my nap,”

Chris grinned at the camera, clearly pleased with how things had gone. “How was the nap, Y/N?” he asked, before flipping the camera over to me. I was still lost for words, feeling completely breathless after the unexpected but amazing sex we’d just had. I just threw a thumbs up.

Chris chuckled and then handed me one of the water bottles. He sat down next to me on the couch, but kept the camera rolling. His eyes were fixed onto me, studying my reactions, as if he was trying to imprint this moment into his memory forever.

"You okay?" he asked, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of my face. I nodded, still in a daze but feeling incredibly satisfied and happy.

I took a long drink of water, feeling the cool liquid soothe my dry throat. Chris continued talking to the camera, his voice calm and steady. “Let's go see what Matt and Nick are doing,” he said, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

He stood up, stretching out his hand to help me up from the couch, but I waved him off, an excuse spreading over my lips. “I'm too comfortable here right now,” I said, my tone hinting at an underlying reason.

Chris chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes. He clearly understood my true motivations— my legs were wobbly and sore, not to mention the aftermath of the intense sex we'd just shared. Chris grinned, pulling his hand back and chuckling softly. “Okay, you stay here then,” he said. I watched him as he climbed the stairs, my eyes fixed onto his every move.

As Chris disappeared from view up the stairs, I let out a soft sigh, my body still humming with the aftershocks of our passion. I stretched out along the length of the couch, sinking into the plush cushions and letting out a contented moan as I felt the cool air kiss my overheated skin. My body still tingled from our passionate encounter, and the gentle ache between my thighs served as a delicious reminder of Chris's skillful lovemaking.

Despite the lingering desire and excitement coursing through my veins, my body was exhausted and sleep soon claimed me. I drifted off into a peaceful slumber, the steady rhythm of my breaths filling the quiet room.

TO BE CONTINUED…

© CYBERL6VE

[chinchillasinunison]

Some more random bits of Welcome Home observation..............

So the concept of "eating with your eyes" Wally has going on calls to mind the idea of media consumption. Wally Darling absorbs what he needs through his eyes alone, passing his judgments purely on aesthetics (loves apples for the look, not the taste, to the point where he can't even recognize them in different forms). And that's got me thinking about all the varying sorts of creative expression depicted in Welcome Home.

Out of everyone in the neighborhood who has a special "thing," Wally's is the only one limited to two dimensions. The others involve the creation of a 3 dimensional object (Eddie's crafts and Poppy's baking), performance (Barnaby and Sally), or with physicality as a necessary component (Julie's games and Frank's bug catching/studying). You could say that compared to the others, his painting is... much more flat. Perhaps that could be a metaphorical reflection of his outlook? Wally has a vast field of view, but no depth perception, as it were?

The other detail that stands out to me in regards to everyone's "thing" is that Howdy... doesn't have one. Like... think about how weird that is for a second. He doesn't make anything original. He has others share with him their jokes, their ideas, their creations, in exchange for necessities like food. In the context of the in-universe show, what educational function is his segment supposed to serve? Simple: it conveys that art is a commodity that can be bought and sold. It's basically a microcosm of the life of an artistic professional without the middleman of currency.

So then....... what does that mean in the grand scheme of my "Wally is self-aware of his status as a children's TV show character and trying to monitor the neighborhood so the others don't grow beyond their initial roles" speculation? I think it gives a different potential motive to consider: self-preservation. Wally is aware that he is an art piece, but more importantly, that he is a product. Literally, the first line of his description beyond the opening blurb is that he is the most popular character in merchandise. The show must keep itself in top form so The Playfellow Workshop can sell, sell, sell those sing-along records and tie-in Little Golden Books and paper doll playsets. Otherwise? Well, Howdy doesn't just give away hot dogs for free, even if you're hungry. You need to pay for it. That's economics.

So Wally tries to keep the neighborhood agreeable. Palatable. Digestible. Apples always the same shade of red and as thin as the canvas he paints on. Only to swallow up with the eye, not to savor. Otherwise, if things get too complicated? Well, we all know the fate of the in-universe show....

Then again, still, I could be way off base. I just found all of this really interesting and want to share. And it has made me more suspicious of Howdy of all characters, so that's gotta count for something.

[cloangi]

The Ghost Team at a convention ☠️

I always have the most weirdest scenarios in my head about my fixtations

No, cause like, hear me out for a second here

This is prob not realistic, but I find the thought of the Ghost Team going to some sort of convention in their MILITARY GEAR is so funny to me.

Like, imagine you're just chilling at some sort of convention, looking at merchandise, then you see a whole group of geared up military men pull up. I mean, at least they can blend in with the crowd as a "cosplay" (or stand out due to how terrifying they are).

Only few possible reasons that I can think of as to why the Ghost Team is even there in the first place would be:

1. There is some sort of objective they gotta complete. Such as the fact that this convention is huge (whole ass building or something 💀) and some evil guy decided to plant a bomb somewhere to assert dominance or whatever, and the team is here to locate that exact bomb and save everyone.

2. The team needed to find some place to relax (the extraction thing to take them back to base isn't here yet so they gotta wait) and Logan found out that his and Hesh's favorite video game voice actors are gonna be at the convention, just Logan fanboying ig if that's in character for him.

3. They're all there as security for some reason.

I can just imagine everyone staring at the group tbh 💀. Like they're gonna be so out of place it's crazy.

[soranihimawari]

Cats & Sweet Starts

Kuroo Tetsurō has been nominated for many things: most likely to succeed, most likely to be chemistry quiz bowl champion, most likely to date a supermodel… but when he stands in front of you at your first JVA-interns reunion, he’s sopping wet from the beer a horrid ex-boyfriend of yours throws at your face. Or at least tried to.

“You always protected ‘em huh Kuroo? Just like helped cover her mistakes when the boss was around,” the jerk scoffs.

“I just did it because you kept putting ‘em down at the board meetings, asshole,” Kuroo says before wiping his face. He turns to you asking if you’re ok, you nods. However, before your old fling at the office leaves, you put your glass down and march right up and sock the idiot who ruined your friend’s suit with your fist.

Kuroo laughs a bit stunned you could hit that hard. Jerk of an ex-fling looks at you and rubs his cheek.

“Pop quiz dickweed,” you square your shoulders in your bar attire. “Before volleyball what was the the one sport I was the captain for?”

The rag doll of a guy who probably has an STD now for being a player looks at you says you probably broke his cheek and you shake your head.

“Does it look like I care? You ruined our reunion. Get out of here,” turns to look at Kuroo with an apologetic smile. “Your suit’s ruined. I really liked that one too….”

An hour or so later, the pub is lively again and you walk together with your current department neighbor at the JVA. He talks about how badass you were after he took the whiskey sour hit on your behalf.

“… but you kicked Kuwabara’s ass. Have you always been that strong?”

You’re at the lobby of Kuroo’s apartment complex about to leave after saying your goodnights.

“Hmm… you didn’t know me in high school, but i guess I still am, haha. Don’t forget I’m paying for your dry cleaning. Just send me in the invoice, ok Kuroo-kun?”

He nods and waves as you head to your home via hailing a cab.

You’re about to be dropped off in your drive way when you piece some things together and tell the driver you’d pay him double to take you back to the apartment complex he picked you up in.

The ride back to Kuroo’s complex was an entertaining one. You tell the driver all about how Kuroo introduced himself in the first day; you were cubicle buddies for the next six to eight months during your internship five years ago; now you’ve officially signed on with him your department and his work on promotional athletes from the national team…

“I’m in merchandise development and he’s in sports contracts,” you say proudly at the light right before the complex.

“And falling in like, happened when?” The driver asks bemused.

“Three years ago when we had to fake a relationship so his family would stop worrying about him too much,” you smile.

“And falling in love…?”

“Two hours ago when my ex splashed a cocktail all over his face…thanks mister.”

You hand the driver some cash and run straight to the elevators.

Meanwhile, Kuroo is on the phone with his team trying to sort out his emotions that are tied to you until one of them turns into all of them saying what he’s known since you bought him that little cactus for his big boy promotion desk. It stares at him everyday and he watered it for a year then on the eve of your friendship anniversary (his idea you went along with), you tell him it’s a fake plant. You and him laughed together over tea time. Kuroo’s friends agree saying he’s just got to for it and see what works.

“I gotta go fellas, thanks,” Kuroo hangs up and though he is in his tank top under shirt and old college sweatpants, his finger hovers over your name on his phone. Sighing he’s about to call you when he hears a knock and goes to open the door after seeing who it was.

“YN?”

You smile brightly apologizing for the late house call after you saw each other not that long ago:

“Excuse me,” you say sternly, standing on your toes to kiss him.

Kuroo’s golden eyes seem matte and warm when you pull away. Your cheek is stroked gently by his curled forefinger and his other hand holds you steady when you return to the ground shoes and all.

“Wh-when?” He lingers near you before you push him inside to close the door behind you. His smile is Cheshire like and cheeks are a soft plum pink under the fluorescent lighting of his living room. He holds your hand and realizes you haven’t answered just yet, but he sees your blush spread.

“Pub,” you laugh and he cups your face to kiss you again. “You?”

“When you reminded me you did judo,” Kuroo laughs too, letting you kiss him for as long as you’re able to. He returns them with as much vitality as he deems worthy.

[babyzuma]

Author’s notes for chapter 4

Read here

This note is one big hot mess express because I sort of just wrote my thoughts as they came so indulge me a little lol

Here’s the thing about Skye: she’s very protective of her friends. However, that extends to her trying to protect them from themselves, which in this case backfired.

I think all of the pups have some level of insecurities, abandonment issues, things like that. Chase was secure in his place in the Paw Patrol until a year ago when they were last in Adventure City. I really don’t think that’s something he could just get over. Like, he was abandoned in Adventure City as a puppy. Literally left for dead. And then he makes the choice to come back because Ryder said it would be fine, only to feel abandoned AGAIN.

Zuma’s insecurities will be explained. For now, it’s mostly the fact that Zuma is by far the least utilized. Now, full disclaimer, I have not watched every single episode. I’m slowly working my way through, and I have watched more recent episodes here and there. But I know what I see on the merchandise and Zuma barely exists on it. Not to mention, I have seen so many people complain about how underutilized Zuma is. Therefore, I think I can make the assumption that Zuma eventually gets sidelined pretty frequently.

I watched the Film Theory video “Nobody Likes This Pup” and that kind of set the inspiration for Marshall and Zuma feeling like this. According to the video, Chase is called out 91% of the time, Skye is used 81% of the time (probably more by now), and Zuma is only used 50% of the time. At some point, that’s gotta really hurt, even with the fact that his job is more specialized.

(Just ignore the blatant disrespect on my baby in the first bit lol)

Same with Marshall. We canonically see his insecurities about causing more harm than good and not being good enough for the team. And with his backstory that I created, which you can read in Chase Saves the Fire Pup, I think Marshall would have a hard time accepting sometimes that this is really his life.

Also, I absolutely think that Zuma would be miserable in the city. There’s just not really much for him to do there, let’s be real. Like his scene in the first movies was really great and I love it, but he really isn’t used at all for the rest of the movie.

Now, why is Skye so secure about her place in the Paw Patrol? Why is she so shaken about finding out how Chase, Marshall, Zuma really feel?

Well, it’s because she ran away. She chose Ryder, and Ryder took her with open arms. Even before being adopted, she still had a decent life. She was obviously fed and well groomed and well taken care of. She made the choice to go to Ryder, vs the other pups who were found in unfortunate circumstances (via my headcanons anyway). So I think she would be a lot more secure in her place in the group, not to mention she gets used the most after Chase.

[dantakeyoman]

𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 | 𝐝. 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨

♡ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * "𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒚. 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊'𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐." *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅 *

𝐓𝐖𝐎

"If I ever see Johnny again, I'll knock his teeth in," you grumbled, taking a swig of your water bottle.

"If he ever sees Daniel again, he'll knock his teeth in. The guy is a complete psycho," Casey scoffed from her spot on the grass, tying her hair up.

"I don't get what his damage is. He knows what he did and you guys have been over for forever, anyways," Molly added, glaring at him from across the field.

It was the first day of school, and you shared your gym period with Johnny, Molly, and Casey.

The girls were currently on break from their soccer game, and you three decided to sit down and have a chat about last night.

"It's cause of the stupid country club. He acts all sweet around my parents and they love him. They won't listen to me no matter what I say," you sulked.

"Talk about obsessed," Casey added, joining in on the community glare at Johnny.

"Speaking of obsessed...(y/n/n), don't look now but your boy toy's right there~" Mo smirked.

If you turned any faster, you would've gotten whiplash.

Casey burst into laughter, and Mo pinched the bridge of her nose, grumbling something under her breath.

"I'll be right back," you smiled, picking up a soccer ball and heading over.

"She's hopeless," Casey sighed, laying down to soak up the sun.

"Hey, think fast!" you laughed, tossing Daniel the ball.

He caught it, turning to look at you with surprise, "Hi."

"Hi," you smiled back, looking up at him.

Now closer, you were able to get a good look at his eye, which was all sorts of purple and nearly swollen shut.

"God, your eye," you winced, your eyebrows furrowed with concern.

"Oh, don't worry. It looks worse than it feels. Believe me," he assured, fooling around with the ball in his hands.

"I hope so. You got a nice face so I wouldn't want anything to damage the merchandise," you joked, giving him a nudge.

He laughed, a small hint of blush gracing his cheeks

"But seriously, I never got a chance to thank you," you started, tucking your hands in your pockets.

"That was nothin'. I'm just sorry 'bout your radio," he juggled the ball.

"Yeah, I'm more sorry about your eye. I guess you shoulda just given it to him," you sighed.

"Well, why? It wasn't his, right?" He smiled, cocking a brow.

It was infectious.

You smiled as well, "Yeah, it wasn't his."

"See? We think alike already."

"Wanna know what else we do alike?" You smirked, grabbing the ball.

You bounced it off your knees juggling it about four times before he had to catch it.

"Hey, you've been practicing!" He grinned

"Girls soccer back on! All ladies back on the field!" Coach called.

"Dang. I gotta go. But I'll see you later, all right," you sighed, turning around and walking back over to the girls game.

"Yeah, I'll see you later," he smiled, watching you walk off.

"Definitely."

Needless to say, you were cheesing from ear to ear when you got back to Molly and Casey.

"That was adorable," Molly smirked, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

"You two look cute together. It looks like you make each other happy," Casey agreed, getting your other side.

Just as you were about to respond, shouts started coming from the boys side.

The three of you turned around, only to see Daniel get tripped by Bobby, Danny getting back up and socking him in the face, the coach throwing him out of gym.

"This school sucks, man! It sucks!" He spat, turning around and storming off.

Molly winced, the three of you watching him angrily walk away.

"Not cute."

𝒍 𝒂 𝒓 𝒖 𝒔 𝒔 𝒐

Now the next day, you and your friends were in the lunch line, waiting to get your food, until you spotted Daniel from across the way.

You turned to them mid-conversation and gave them the look, the two of them rolling their eyes.

"I don't know why you keep asking permission," Casey shrugged, grabbing an apple.

"We know you wanna. Just go," Molly assured.

You nodded and quickly turned around, speed-walking over and sliding your tray in the empty spot next to him.

"Hey, Danny," you smiled.

"Hey, (y/n/n), how ya doin'?" He smiled back.

"Not too hungry today?"

"Nah, not really,"

"Here, have some pie. I made it myself," he grinned, taking a piece of pie off the buffet table and placing it on your plate.

"Why, thank you," you nodded in a fancy voice.

"So how you likin' the valley so far?"

"Eh, it hasn't been dull," he shrugged.

"Was Newark dull?" You asked, looking down at your tray and placing an orange.

He turned to you, "How'd you know I was from Newark?"

"I asked," you tried to muffle your smile.

"Oh, yeah? You askin' about me now?" He smirked.

"Maybe," you teased. "I wanted to get to know you."

"Then how 'bout you get to know me..." he leaned in, making you flush.

"All right then, you sitting with anybody?" You smiled.

"With you, if that's okay," he smirked again.

"Sounds great to me," you picked up your tray, him doing the same as you two walked to checkout.

"Hey, I'm sorry about the soccer game."

"Eh, thems the breaks," he shrugged.

"Well, yeah, you remember the ass from the beach? The one that broke my radio," you started.

"Oh, yeah, King Karate," he scoffed.

"Yup. He's my ex-boyfriend," you sighed.

"Oh, that's good to know."

All of a sudden, Daniel began to talk to himself.

"What're you doin'?" You asked.

"Oh, nah, it's the little voice in my head. Tellin' me I gotta be some kinda nuts to be talkin' to you," he joked, paying for your lunch as the two of you got to the front of the line.

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway," you shrugged, walking ahead.

"Huh, why?" He asked, stuffing his change in his pocket before picking up his tray to catch up.

"Because it's over."

"How long is over?"

"Weeks."

He paused for a moment.

"Weeks? What's weeks? Two weeks? Three weeks? One week? How many is weeks?"

𝒍 𝒂 𝒓 𝒖 𝒔 𝒔 𝒐

"It's been like this for a month already. Why don't you ask him on a date?" Casey groaned, raking a hand through her hair as you two walked through the hallway together.

"Oh, I could never do that," you scoffed, turning the corner.

"Why not? You've asked out a bunch of other guys before," she cocked a brow.

"Yeah, well, Danny's different. I think I really like him," you smiled.

"Barf."

"What's this likin' stuff we're talkin' about?" Daniel asked, popping up in between you two.

"Yo-." "Nothing! Girl stuff, y'know," you shrugged, shooting Casey a glare as you cut her off.

"This is Casey."

"Hello," he smiled.

"Charmed," she sighed, pulling down her sunglasses.

Turning to Danny, your eyes narrowed at the sight of a new injury on above his eyebrow.

"What happened?" You asked, concerned

"Oh, it's terrible. I got this gigantic runaway zit," he joked, making you chuckle.

"Gross," Casey stuck out her tongue.

"But, really, I got into a lil' bike accident. No big deal," he clarified.

"What kinda bike you got, Daniel? Honda? Suzuki?" Casey teased, giving him a nudge.

"Actually it's a Miyagi-Turbo," he smirked.

"We're goin' to the arcade later. Wanna come?" You asked.

"Sounds good to me," he smiled.

"There this new game I wanna show you that has-." He suddenly stopped in his tracks as you three reached the outside of the school, Johnny and his gang waiting on their bikes right there.

"Hey, I just remembered...I forgot somethin'. I'll catch up with you guys in a minute," he quickly puttered, turning around and walking away.

'He's scared.'

"Danny, you don't have to run away-." "I'm not runnin' away from anything," he answered snappily.

"We've gotta deal with this-." "You deal with it your way, I'll deal with it mine, okay? I'll see ya, I gotta go," he waved you off, walking back the way he came.

"Daniel-." "Get off my case!"

You sighed, turning to Casey with a tired look.

"Real charmer you got there," she said, lowering her glasses.

"You just gotta get to know him," you assured, turning to face Johnny's crew again, who were all laughs and smiles at the sight of Danny running away.

"But I'm getting sick and tired of this."

You stormed over to them, Casey following close behind.

"(y/n/n), I-." "The hell is your damage, Johnny?" You spat, glaring at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he scoffed.

"Why can't you just leave Daniel alone? Why do you guys have to beat on him all the time?" You clarified, still very angry.

"'Cause he's touching what's mine!"

"I stopped being yours when you started locking lips with Rachel! Own up to your own damn mistakes and tell your gang of dipsticks to leave Daniel the hell alone, or it's me you're gonna be fighting next!"

The entire hallway let out ooos and ahhhs at the scene, but you didn't care.

You were gonna make Johnny stop if it was the last thing you'd do.

𝒍 𝒂 𝒓 𝒖 𝒔 𝒔 𝒐

[husbandomail-archive]

December 15: Christmas market

“John?”

Steinbeck glances away from the store’s window display and back at you, his eyebrows raised and a curious smile on his face. “Yeah? Did you find anything good?”

You shake your head and point. “Just because ability users are more known in Japan doesn’t mean… you can walk around like that in public.”

The blond man’s smile quickly turns sheepish; Steinbeck glances down to where he’s been using his ability out in the open, grapevines sprouting from his body to carry his too-many shopping bags. “Yeah,” he says, running a hand through his hair, “but it was either that or stop shopping, an’ I’m not done yet!” 

It’s tough to stay mad at him when he flashes that smile, so you just roll your eyes and turn away. The two of you have been shopping for an hour or two, and yet you’re not even halfway through everything; the entire street was blocked off for vendors to set up, and you had a ways to go. It was pure luck you’d been on this side of town for the Christmas market in time for the first few snowflakes. The street is lined with cute stalls in all sorts of different colors; some are selling foods you do recognize, some you don’t. Some vendors have hand-crafted goods, wood carvings or knitting or hand-painted artwork— and others are clearly selling things they’d grabbed from one-yen stores and marked up for an attempted profit. Steinbeck was insistent on stopping at nearly every one.

“Honestly,” you huff, “never seen a man as into shopping as you are. I haven’t even bought that much, and you’re carrying half the merchandise here!”

When you’re quick to abandon Steinbeck with his purchases, he dispells his ability and gathers the bags himself; he acts lazy, but he is still a farmer, so it’s not exactly difficult for him to carry things around. “Well, I’ve got people waitin’ for me back home! Gotta spoil my lil sisters,” He grins as his long legs easily bring him back to your side, no matter how quickly you try to get away. From the corner of your vision, you can see him tilt his head at you as you both maneuver through the crowd. “—are you shoppin’ for anyone in particular?”

You shake your head. “I did my shopping ahead of time, mostly,” you hum. Something gently draws your attention away from the conversation— a familiar scent wafting from one of the food vendors, one that seems to snatch you up and drag you that way.

“Mostly? So, there’s still someone on your list?” John lets you lead him in whatever direction. He’s interested in everything that happens in this new country, but he’s a bit more interested in keeping up with you. He tilts his head again and studies you as you order something from the food vendor. “I don’t see you with many other people— who else’re you lookin’ for?”

When you turn around, you’re holding two cups of warm apple cider. You press one against his chest and he has to drop some shopping bags to take the drink from your hands.

“Still gotta get something for you, John.”

[analiavs]

You Can Join Our Club, All You Gotta Do is Drop Them Draws

Avery x Briar x Remy

Avery wants to join the fabled inner circle, Remy makes him an offer he cant refuse

tw: coercion, quid pro quo

He made sure to keep his face blank when he saw Remy approaching. The orgy was in full swing now, but he’d had yet to indulge. Neither had Remy who was still dressed like a cowboy from a movie. 

The little stumble in his step told him the farmer was already drunk. Perhaps he could get some information out of him. Increase his status a bit. Remy was already red in the face when he came up, but what he said next made his brain short circuit.

“Oh I like feel so hoooot. Maybe you can cool me off daddy?” Before he could even answer Remy was forcing his way onto his lap and straddling him expertly.

“I’ll make you feel soooo good.” 

“I do believe there’s quite a few of Briar’s party favors that are available.” 

“But none of them-” Remy ran his down his chest,

“Can give me-” A bounce straight onto his dick, 

“What I want.” Remy stuck his tongue through a circle he made with his fingers. Clearly the man was experienced in this sort of seduction, but he wasn’t his type. Would it be more or less advantageous to have relations with Remy, he could see Briar watching them out of the corner of his eye. 

“And what is it you want?” Remy smiled drunkenly this time, 

“A big fat dick- ooh.” He’d reached down to grope him and evidently had liked what he felt. Remy draped himself over him.

“You’re so big, do you wanna come be one of my bulls?” 

“No no…” He wasn’t sure if Briar had put Remy up to this or not but the man was still watching. With a sigh, he grabbed Remy’s admittedly large ass and stood up.

“Ooh you’re so strong, are you going to fuck me like Harper?” The doctor? He ignored Remy’s grinding on him and dropped him off with Briar. Remy whined at the rejection and moved onto harassing Briar. 

“Why hello Avery, would you like a drink?” Briar spoke like he wasn’t being fondled and he managed to keep his face neutral watching it.

“No thank you, I’ve had quite a lot already.”

“It’s rude to refuse your host.”  He smiled tightly at Briar, he didn’t want to risk losing status by refusing the whoremonger or lose face by capitulating to him. 

“I think our friend here has had enough for both of us. Besides, there were a couple of your party favors I was looking to indulge in.” He’d seen a few of his former partners dancing on stage, so he wanted to indulge. 

With a wave Briar dismissed him, his focus turning to Remy who’d managed to get his cock out during their brief conversation. The interaction faded from his mind as he indulged in the soft bodies on offer. 

The next orgy was at the farm. He milled around finally settling on a spot next to Bailey. 

“Will you be renewing your lease?” Bailey said casually. That reminded him his latest pet had been so infuriating.

“No. I’d rather trade-in. Perhaps the one that works at the cafe, she’s sweet.” 

“Doable but Remy has his eyes on her, you’ll have to make a higher offer than him.” 

“I see.” He was thirsty but all the refreshments had either milk or semen in them. He scoffed, at least Bailey also seemed to be abstaining. It was a bit interesting watching the others. Briar in a foursome, Quinn eagerly drinking milk straight from the tap. The oversized organs on the party favors had put him off. 

“You two, this is meant to be an orgy it’s no fun if you don’t participate.” Remy whined, walking up to them in just a cow print speedo. The tiny bump of a bulge did get his interest, but he managed to keep things professional. 

“I’m planning on it, I just don’t know who I want to partner up with yet.”

“This is very exclusive you know, I don’t usually let people have a go with my merchandise.” Remy sat on Bailey’s lap. The man kept his face blank while Remy started bouncing on him provocatively. He watched, feeling his own body start to react. Finally Bailey got fed up and with a firm slap to his ass pushed Remy off. 

“Your tattoo is showing you stupid slut.” Bailey hissed before stalking off. He didn’t get to see where because Remy was saddling up to him next. Remy pinched and rubbed his nipples while he talked to him.

“I’m all pent up daddy, won’t you show me a good time?” 

“I thought that was just a drunken indiscretion.” Remy licked his lips, staring at him almost eagerly.

“Well, Briar put me up to it, but I’m interested in what you're packing. I wanna take you for a spin.” He hesitated and Remy was speaking again.

“Fucking me is almost like a rite of passage, I don’t let just any dick into me you know. It’ll be a sign of your worthiness.” 

“Worthiness?”

“Yup, don’t you want to make it into the inner circle? With my approval you’ll get in much easier and I might even tell you what to expect during the entrance ritual.” That was tempting, was he really so easy to read? And worse willing to fuck Remy for his support.

He battled the temptation when Remy was grabbing his left hand and leading his fingers to his very soft, already lubricated hole.

“I mean unless you want to be relegated to cattle like the others.” The threat was clear and Remy skillfully pushed his fingers into his tensile hole.

“I’m sure there’s more to it than that.” 

“It’s all about connections. The better you do, the better my recommendation.” He grit his teeth, he did want to make it in and if fucking Remy was all he needed to do then he would do it. 

He unzipped and Remy smiled eagerly climbing up to position himself.

He had scarcely pulled his cock out when Remy was lowering down onto it.  He couldn’t help his gasp, it was like a glove. A warm wet glove.

“You used a lot of lube to prep.” Remy smiled at him,

“That’s not lube.” Before he dropped himself all the way down to the base of his cock. He should have expected the pervert to pull something like this.

“And who is it then?”

“Briar, wanted you to know that you’ll be our bottom bitch if you succeed in the rite.” A giggle,

“And a little bit of Harper, I needed his help with something. He’s very helpful for a price.” Remy sighed as he started shifting his hips up and down. Sloppy thirds if he really thought about it, wasn’t he supposed to be nobility in this town. He thrust a bit, allowing himself to enjoy the moment. 

“Ah you're nice and thick, but my treatments could make it so much better.”

“Do you ever shut up?” 

“No he doesn’t. Chatty for a slut, maybe I ought to put his mouth to work.  Briar had come up in front of them. He looked them up and down appraisingly,

“Or maybe I could get a feel for your ass. I would be remiss if I didn’t get a taste.” 

“No! Both of you should do me together! C’mon it’ll be fun. Your pencil dicks aren’t satisfying anyway.” 

“Glutton for punishment.” Briar laughed and approached from Remy’s other side. 

“Next time then.” He gasped as he felt Briar slide in next to him. Amazingly, Remy took them both easily. 

“My little sluts are all so well trained.” So now Briar was the narrator. This wouldn’t be half bad if these bastards would shut the fuck up. He thrust up and started bouncing Remy up and down. Exaggerated moans just like a sorority girls was his answer. 

He was enjoying the feeling of both of them on his cock, it was easy to lose himself in the pleasure. He was worried about coming to quick when Remy came and absolutely ruined his shirt. He orgasmed soon after. Briar finished and pulled out carelessly, seemingly uncaring if Remy fell or not.

He was much more courteous and pulled out carefully. With a little effort he set Remy down on the couch gently. His back was already starting to ache. He sat down next to him with a wince.

“Aw, is it over already? I was just getting started.” Before he could say anything Remy was practically  skipping off. He could hardly believe an elite would be so openly slutty. But he saw with his own eyes as Remy started riding a party favor. Bailey sat down next to him looking as unruffled as he had earlier. 

“Can’t believe you’d fuck those slags. You’re good business, so word of advice, don’t lose yourself to vice.” And just as quickly Bailey was disappearing into the crowd. He sat back and considered the mysterious advice. At least it seemed he had three of the inner circle on his side. But then again weren't they sworn to silence over anything that happened at the orgy.

He hoped he hadn't done this for nothing.

[nightmare-grass]

Midsummer’s Eve

Tagging the most vocal supporters of the initial ideas post: @star-ocean-peahen , @telemna-hyelle , @tired-twili , @sansxfuckyou , @indigoartistqueen , @arpeggiopeg , @dyne-osaur

I’m posting my updated notes on my Disney princess movie idea based on the Princess and the Pea; it’ll have the old notes with it for context but it’ll have lots of new notes like character names, casting, storyline ideas, and merchandising opportunities because we all know how Disney operates. I’m putting it under the line so this post doesn’t become another “Do you love the color of the sky” post in its absurd length.

Next Big Disney Princess Movie

- I’m slightly obsessed with the Princess and the Pea, I wanna figure out how it could be turned into a Disney Princess movie

- The original story is that a king and queen think no one is good enough for their son, so they test a prospective partner’s purity by having her sleep on a tower of a hundred mattresses with a single pea placed at the bottom. A random girl seeks shelter from a storm and finds the castle; they let her in, and just because they’re curious they test her out on the mattresses. She tosses and turns all night, and in the morning she reports she could not sleep a wink. The king and queen are satisfied because obviously she could feel the pea under the mattress tower so she’s pure enough to marry their son.

- Maybe the Princess could be plagued by insomnia and a being that comes to her in her dreams leads her on a quest to rescue a magical prince from his overbearing parents, the rulers of the fairies. They test her with odd nature-themed trials, and the final one is testing her purity by feeling a pea under a stack of mattresses.

- Maybe not outright stating insomnia, just alluding to it with her inability to fall asleep easily and, in the Pea trial, psyching herself out to the extent where she thinks she can feel a tiny lump under her mattress

- Her thoughts are like “the final test can’t just be falling asleep, there’s gotta be more to it, there always is with these people!” She’s awake so long that she becomes adjusted to the dark silent stillness of the room and is finally able to feel that tiny lump under all one hundred mattresses.

- Plot starts when heroine stumbles into the fairy castle seeking shelter from the thunderstorm outside, unaware of the true nature of the castle she’s found herself in

- She was led to this castle by will-o-the-wisps, prankish fairies

- Or maybe the being who led her here could be her cute animal sidekick, some sort of tricksy fae creature

- Could try the Frozen/Tangled approach where the events take place in the span of a day or a few days, or could emulate Disney renaissance classics and have the story stretch on for weeks

- Make the heroine Irish? Make the story Irish? Even if Hans Christian Andersen wrote it, we don’t necessarily need to stick closely to the source material in that way. His fairy tales have been adapted by Disney plenty of times, rarely sticking to his geographic region. The Emperor’s New Clothes became the Meso-American Emperor’s New Groove, and The Little Mermaid apparently takes place in the Mediterranean. Making her and the setting Irish justifies all the fairy lore I want to bring in with this story.

- Since the prince in this story is a Fae prince, maybe he sees this human girl one day and gets a crush, so he keeps visiting her in the form of a fox because he’s not the most socially gifted, and he gets the Will’o’Wisps to lead her to his castle as a way of introducing his choice of bride to his parents, because fae customs are just weird like that. The princess was already fond of her fox friend and later in the movie she learns it was the prince in disguise visiting her because he was in love, and over the course of the story as he helps her win the challenges set by the king and queen, the princess and the fae prince actually properly fall in love with one another. The Pea trial is the last trial and it’s one where the prince cannot help her in any way, so he just gives her advice before she’s sent off to bed.

- In this idea we have a prince who’s not charming or dashing but who’s sincere and kindhearted and more than a little awkward, and a princess who is steadfast, determined, and who isn’t a pushover, who will get through the toughest of odds on her wit and will, of course with the help of her friends because that’s what friends are for. The “villains” are a king and queen who may be overbearing at times but who genuinely want what’s best for their son, parents who differ on how best to raise their child but who love each other fiercely and will protect their family at all cost.

- Maybe the princess can be a changeling, aka a fairy baby who was swapped with a human baby, and then that could either be a reveal at the end of the film when she gets fairy magic by marrying the fairy prince, or it can be left ambiguous how she gets her magical power up and it can be left in the editorial notes that the protagonist was supposed to be a changeling

- What if the princess were fat? Like, the first explicitly chubby Disney Princess in a lineup where slim and athletic is the norm. It would be good representation, I’ll have to play with the design a bit and deviate from my Doll Divine first drafts, because the dresses would fit different on that different body type.

- I also don’t want the prince looking like the general Disney Prince, I want him to sort of embody fox-like characteristics, so the transition from fox to human is believable, also so he looks a little otherworldly since he is a fae prince. Maybe his skin is pink (close enough to a normal human skin tone) and his parents are blue and purple, giving them an otherworldly look.

- I should make a Disney Renaissance style movie trailer for this. Leave the people wanting more, maybe start a petition, get some internet attention that might get Disney’s attention. Long term plans are good.

- In Beauty and the Beast, Belle’s favorite book has “far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise,” as well as a scene where “here’s where she meets Prince Charming, but she won’t discover that it’s him till chapter three,” and I want to use this as a guide for my hypothetical movie. I want people on the internet to assume this story is the book that Belle is reading. So I can have my prince in disguise as a fox but chapter three would usually take place after the intro and after the inciting incident, so after the princess’s normal life is established and after she comes to the fairy castle, which is ideally how I was imagining the reveal to happen.

- There’s the issue of “why wouldn’t the princess just try to leave once she learned what she was expected to do?” In this bare bones list of plot ideas, I’ve indicated that the princess is led to the castle, is sought after by the fae prince, and is sympathetic towards him because of his controlling and overbearing parents. Maybe she stays because she can see just how much he needs her, and throughout the story the two gradually fall for each other. I mean, the prince was already in love with her but we also need to give time for the princess to fall for him.

- Since I love Beauty and the Beast so much, maybe there should be opening narration in the form of a fairy tale, but then it’s revealed it’s the fae prince talking to himself while admiring the princess from afar, and we should do the thing where when the emotions become to great he starts singing, and that’s the opening song, playing in his mind as a fox while he interacts with the princess’s village and the princess herself. The song could function both as an establishing number and an I Want song for the prince.

- Maybe the story should have a meta commentary on how Love at First Sight, as a fairytale staple, isn’t really true love, it’s just puppy love, and real true love is born of dedication and honesty, real love takes effort, which is shown in all the trials and all the ways the prince helps the princess throughout. It’s not enough to say “this is the one I want to marry,” you have to earn your partner’s trust and affection.

- The princess should get a musical number about how she underestimates herself, and over the course of the song she changes key and starts believing in herself, and this’ll take place during a montage of trials

- The fae king and queen should get a campy musical number showing how in love they are, how much more powerful they are than this lowly human girl their son has brought home, and how she’ll never beat them at their own game so why try, and this villain song will set them up for a sympathetic reprise at the end when she inevitably comes out on top

- I might want Joel McNeely to compose for this movie. He proved he can emulate the classic Disney sound in Peter Pan 2, and he has experience composing Celtic-sounding fairy music with the Tinkerbell movies. If Alan Menken is still alive by the time I somehow make this thing work, I’d take him over McNeely.

- Story takes place on Midsummer Eve, because in Irish folklore that’s when the fae are at their happiest and they sometimes take mortals away to be their brides

- There’s a thing in Disney Princess movies that got pointed out in Ralph Breaks the Internet. A princess finds some form of water, looks at it, and sings about her dreams. Snow White’s wishing well, Cinderella’s soap bubbles, Aurora’s woodland river, Ariel had the whole ocean, Belle sang in the snow plus singing at the fountain in the town square, Jasmine got a singing part in Whole New World as they flew through clouds and over oceans/pools, Pocahontas had the river, Meg technically isn’t a Disney princess but she had a whole fountain garden solo number, Mulan had her water garden, Tiana never sang in the presence of water but she did sing a couple times in the swamp, and although Rapunzel never got a water-based song and Merida doesn’t sing, Elsa got her songs in the snow, and Moana had the whole ocean like Ariel did. This is a trend I wanna continue, so I’m gonna try and work in a musical number where the heroine reflects near some form of water.

- The Princess and the Pea is quite a mouthful, and I fear it would get confused with The Princess and the Frog, plus nowadays Disney titles tend to be one word descriptors of some aspect of the movie. Tangled, Frozen, Moana, Encanto, so I think a good candidate for the name of this movie is Midsummer’s Eve. Hopefully that would be enough to differentiate the name from Midsommar, a movie I do not want people connecting this story to at all.

- If I really wanna push the prince’s fox-like features, should I make him small? Like, slim 5’8” young man with pointy ears and pinkish skin. Then I could make his crush, the princess, both tall and fat, but in a muscular way? Like, instead of dainty princess should I go more warrior princess? Twink fairy prince with butch warrior princess? I think that would look stunning.

- Casting Reeve Carney as the prince, he’s got a gorgeous singing voice. I wanna find an Irish actress who can sing for the princess, but I’m not limiting myself with my casting choices for the king and queen. I want people who can be flamboyant, intimidating, and heartfelt.

- The Fae appreciate when humans manage to outsmart them or match their cunning, so in the story the first challenge the princess completes she’ll get by just barely by following the rules and brute forcing it, and the king and queen will sarcastically commend her efforts. The next challenges the princess will catch on that she needs to work smarter, not harder, and she’ll find loopholes and ways around the problems, earning more of the queen and king’s favor. Finally, the princess will face them, saying essentially “I’ve completed every challenge you’ve thrown at me, you must not keep your son cooped up here on his own any longer!” And the remark about their son makes them realize they’ve been unfair to him all this time, not considering what he might want.

- The princess’s cute magical sidekicks include a mischievous Wisp, a well meaning Sylph, and technically the prince in his fox form, which can all be made into plushies for marketing purposes. In the film, the Wisp would stick around her after the other Wisps had fulfilled their duty leading her to the fairy castle, and the Sylph would be gifted to her as a tiny lady in waiting, cleaning up after her and offering to help her in any way, except when it comes to challenges set by the king and queen.

- Talking with the fae is kind of like Alice trying to talk to the people of Wonderland

- Post-Credits scene should be an awkward post-wedding family dinner between princess’s human family and prince’s fairy parents, just these otherworldly creatures sitting across from this burly warrior chieftain forced to make awkward smalltalk it’d be hilarious.

- I wanna make it clear, even if it doesn’t look like it, this love story is a queer love story. The princess is Bi, the prince is Pan and genderfluid, and them being in love with one another doesn’t negate that. Just because the corporate overlords at Disney will inevitably frame it as a straight relationship, these two characters are anything but.

- Maybe the fae can be genderfluid, and the fae royalty can have alternate castings for if I want to turn them different genders for various scenes

- Gonna have another case of single dad raising rebellious daughter, but compound that with the fact that the princess’s dad is the leader of his clan so he’s under a lot of stress. If his daughter disappeared one night, he might think she was taken by a rival clan and might be on the verge of going to war if she doesn’t return, so that’s some extra stakes for the background of the movie

- Quite a bit of fairy folklore in Ireland and England dates back to the 12th century, during which time Ireland was being invaded by the Anglo-Normans, so there’s my background conflict for the humans to be dealing with while the princess is off in fairyland.

- Primary Gaelic weapons of the 12th century: spears, battle-axes, darts, sling-stones

- I’m giving Nessa a sling for a weapon, I think it could be used in a trial or two to solve a problem

- A friend of mine recommended a sort of Greek Chorus of magical cats in little bard uniforms that could slink around the castle and sing for comedic effect. Looking up Irish cat breeds I could only find the Manx cat, so that’s the cat I’m going with.

- Casting the Princess:

- I’m going for someone with an alto sort of voice, someone who can pull off a grounded performance in the face of all these over the top campy fairy characters. They should either be a young adult or someone who can sound youthful, but since the princess is more of a warrior she’ll need to have a deeper voice, or at least not a light and airy voice. Ideally I’d want an Irish actress, just so I don’t get complaints about a bad fake Irish accent. For all the human characters I want Irish actors or people who can pull off Irish accents for background characters, since the story takes place in Ireland and the fae Otherworld.

- Jessie Buckley is Irish, she’s an actress and a singer, her voice is a bit on the deep side but not exactly what I was hearing in my head

- Aisling Franciosi is Irish, she’s still in her 20’s, she can sing really well, but her voice is a bit higher than what I was going for initially

- Casting the Villains:

- We need two singers who harmonize well, who sound great together, who have chemistry so we can hear it in the voice acting. We need two actors who can pull off comedy, heartfelt drama, and menacing moments. Race and accent is not an issue, I’ll just let anything slide because to me a faerie can sound like anything, but I won’t be so lenient on human characters.

- Casting the Fae Prince (or Fae Princess):

- My first idea was Reeve Carney, and I’m gonna stick by that decision unless I stumble across another actor/singer who can pull off a socially awkward twink

- Casting the princess’s dad:

- Resist the urge to plunder HTTYD for casting because those guys are Scottish, and I need Irish actors.

- Maybe Brendan Gleeson, he gives tired gruff dad energy

- Liam Neason is Irish, he’s got a deep gruff voice, and he’s played battle-hardened dad characters before

- Casting the Sidekicks

- Should the Sylph and the Wisp have voice actors? Or should they be more like animal sidekicks, no spoken lines, just noises and body language? I kinda like the idea of them having squeaky gibberish voices, as if Nessa can’t understand their tiny fairy language and the other fairies in the movie are speaking her language to make it simpler for her, in a sort of patronizing way at first?

- Names:

- I want names that would be easy to spell and pronounce for general (non-Irish) audiences but I want Irish names to fit the setting. The fae characters can have more fantastical names but I wanted to go with names that really fit each character.

- Princess: Nessa

- This name can mean “rough” or “not gentle.” In Irish mythology, she was the powerful and ambitious mother of Conchobar (Conor) MacNessa, King of Ulster.

- Fae Prince: Daithi (dah-hee)

- This is an old Irish name that means “swiftness” or “nimbleness.” Daithi was the name of the last Pagan king of Ireland who ruled from 405-426 AD

- Fae Queen: Sloane, Bree, Dara, Sapphire

- Fae King: Bran, Bellamy, Tiernan, Beryl

- Human Dad: Cathal (ka-hal)

- Meaning “strong in battle.” Derived from Gaelic “cath” (battle) and "val" (rule). It was the name of a 7th-century Irish saint.

- Character Design

- What if the princess were fat? Like, the first explicitly chubby Disney Princess in a lineup where slim and athletic is the norm. It would be good representation, I’ll have to play with the design a bit and deviate from my Doll Divine first drafts, because the dresses would fit different on that different body type.

- I also don’t want the prince looking like the general Disney Prince, I want him to sort of embody fox-like characteristics, so the transition from fox to human is believable, also so he looks a little otherworldly since he is a fae prince. Maybe his skin is pink (close enough to a normal human skin tone) and his parents are blue and purple, giving them an otherworldly look.

- If I really wanna push the prince’s fox-like features, should I make him small? Like, slim 5’7” young man with pointy ears and pinkish skin. Then I could make his crush, the princess, both tall and fat, but in a muscular way? Like, instead of dainty princess should I go more warrior princess? Twink fairy prince with butch warrior princess? I think that would look stunning.

- The fairies could be human sized but their wings could do the thing where they become capes, like in Gargoyles

- Nessa:

- Pale freckled skin, heavy-set, muscular, tall, long dark brown hair, dark blue-green eyes

- She wants to be a warrior in her father’s clan but he doesn’t want her seeing battle as his eldest and only daughter

- I’m gonna dress her up in red because the only other princess who wears any red is Moana, and she’ll have a green cloak because folklore says it’ll hide you from fae sights, green is a protective color alongside being complimentary to red

- Daithi:

- Pointed ears, slim physique, pretty short, pink-toned skin, fox-colored hair (dark roots, orange to white gradient on the ends), bright golden eyes

- Regal outfit with lots of nature motifs

- I want the fae royalty to have a variety of different outfits they switch between depending on the situation

- Cathal:

- I want him to look hardened by life, but I want to make it clear that Nessa is the child of his that looks most like him. No more cloning the mom to make the daughter, I want Nessa to look most like her father’s daughter. Same hair, same eye color, same nose, similar jaw, big strong dad with big strong daughter

- Dark brown wavy hair just brushing his shoulders, dark blue-green eyes, pale scarred face, strong jaw, tall muscular build, looks like a warrior king you’d be scared to go up against

- Queen Dara:

- Loud and proud, larger than life, take inspiration from drag queens

- Google “drag queen fashion” and “high fashion inspired by nature” and you’ll get the gist of what I want the queen to look like

- Dara can have more insect theming and bright shiny colors

- King Tiernan:

- Im thinking this character should embody the traits of male birds; the preening, the intricate mating displays, the bright colors and showy feathers. He and his wife shouldn’t be drowning each other out, they should be complimentary, like these two enter a room and they’re immediately the most fabulous pair

- I kinda wanna deviate from typical fantasy menswear, it’s all very dark and heavy, I want the king to look light and fun but still powerful and regal, and I want him to be beautiful, like, all fairies are beautiful to some degree, and I want the king to be beautiful

- I also want the king and queen to utilize the full range of colors on the classic Disney villain color palette; purple, red, green, black, gold, and blue would work with nature-inspired patterns like insect wings, bird feathers, plants and flowers

- Tiernan should have ornately styled facial hair with jewels and golden beads woven into his beard

Ideas for the Trials:

- final one has to be “sleep on the tower of a hundred mattresses”, and I want this one to go like this:

- Nessa is sent to bed with the king and queen acting suspicious. “Sleep, if you can” that sort of thing.

- She returns to her room and is faced with a tower of mattresses. They altered her bed while she was away doing the challenges, and she gathers that this is yet another challenge. She fears there might never be an end and she’ll be trapped in the fairy realm forever.

- She begins the long climb up. The bed is kept stable by towering posts, but she’s exhausted by the time she finally reaches the top. Despite her exhaustion however, as she tucks herself into bed she finds she cannot fall asleep.

- Her mind is racing, thinking things like “this can’t be it, can it? There’s always some little trick, some little complication with the fae, there always is! And what if I fail this test? Would they send me away, or would they trap me in more trials till my hair goes grey? What would happen to Daithi? He’s so used to living with these mad people but he shouldn’t have to be! It isn’t right! Why shouldn’t he get a say in who he marries, why’s it up to them?”

- As she’s thinking this, she starts tossing and turning but no matter what she does she cannot get comfortable. She feels a bump in the mattress but as she glances over the side to search under the top mattress she gets a bit of vertigo. She steels her resolve and starts to climb down the ladder, checking every mattress for some kind of rock or anything that could cause such a noticeable bump. She searches and searches until she reaches the floor, and under the very bottom mattress she finds a tiny green pea. Furious, she takes the pea and storms out of the room in her nightgown, ready to give the king and queen a peace of her mind.

- Not sure if there should be a montage blurring together an indeterminate amount of trials but if there was I could get away with a musical number, like how Make a Man Out of You is a training montage where all the singing is inner monologue

- I want weird nature-themed trials you’d find in fairytales and folklore, like herding rabbits or picking the correct item out of a lineup of identical looking things, so I’m gonna research and read up on fairytales to find any weirdly specific elements I can borrow

- In most of the tasks I want Daithi to be able to gift something to Nessa that will help her succeed, wether it be a magical aid or a piece of advice. All this helping will continue to grow their friendship and blossom that romance.

- A darts competition?

- An obstacle course?

- If we want to add something scary to the movie I can make one trial deal with the dead or ghosts since a lot of fairy folklore from Ireland utilizes ghost stories and death omens

- Maybe just indirectly steal from that one folktale I read about the dude carrying a talking skeleton to its final resting place

- The trial is to bring a skeleton hanging around your neck to its burial site all the while avoiding the sight of a Banshee

- It’s like a terrifying game of Red Light Green Light with corpses and ghosts

- At a tense moment where Nessa’s nearly there but the Banshee is turning, about to catch sight of her, Daithi in the form of some tiny animal swoops in to distract the Banshee, giving Nessa the time she needs to pass the trial.

- A game of riddles against the king that provides a break in the montage song Nessa will sing about feeling the need to prove herself and slowly realizing that she has nothing to prove to anyone, she just needs to realize the strength and willpower already within herself. The riddles game provides a break where the characters talk in a certain rhythm so it’s like talk-singing and it’s continuing the song.

Basic Plot Outline:

- Storybook narration, morphs into our fairy prince character Daithi daydreaming while watching our protagonist Nessa from the trees/bushes. She has no idea he’s there and she’s having fun with her younger brothers. Daithi can’t bear to merely watch anymore and transforms into a fox to interact with her, which is when we get the opening number that will establish a bit of the setting but also serve as the prince’s I Want song as his inner thoughts. He wants someone who gets him, someone he can pour all his love into, he wants a partner to stand with through thick and thin, like his parents’ relationship. He wants a life partner, and at the start he’s projecting all that onto Nessa, his dream girl. He’s convinced it’s true love because it was love at first sight, he barely knows this girl but he’s a hopeless romantic.

- Nessa and her brothers are wary at first but as soon as Daithi shows he’s friendly the siblings include the fox in their game, like playing with a stray dog. Their father comes to break it up to send the boys off to gather resources for the upcoming Midsummer’s Eve festivities, taking the opportunity to give Nessa a stern talking to. They both know she’s past the typical age where she’d be married off to forge a new alliance, but Nessa is steadfast in her desire to help her father and fight for her people. Cathal is adamant that she stay away from war, and hopes she can loosen up and make some friends outside of her brothers at the celebration later that evening. Maybe we could have Nessa singing a reprise of Daithi’s I Want song but change the lyrics to fit Nessa’s situation of wanting to prove herself strong and capable to her father, and since it’d be a reprise there’s no need to make it very long, it can be like the Belle Reprise, the One Jump Ahead Reprise, the Part of Your World Reprise, or the Poor Unfortunate Souls Reprise.

- During the festivities a massive thunderstorm comes out of nowhere and Nessa is drawn into the woods by a mysterious light and the sounds of childish laughter which she thinks are her youngest brothers running off to the woods in the middle of the night in a thunderstorm. She’s the type to charge in headfirst and deal with the consequences later. Instead of her brothers, she finds a luminous castle in a part of the forest she doesn’t recognize at all. The doors open of their own accord, and she goes inside, now drenched and exhausted.

- The castle is bigger on the inside and the massive doors swing shut behind her. This is the throne room, and perched atop the ornate golden thrones are two imposing beautiful creatures. The taller one seems to be dressed in a more feminine style and the shorter one has an ornately styled beard and mustache. These are the king and queen of the fairies, Dara and Tiernan. They slowly get up from their thrones and saunter over to this haggard human girl who dared to enter their realm without so much as an invitation, but Daithi in his humanoid fairy form quickly walks over to intercept, like, “Mom, Dad, this is the girl I’ve been telling you about!”

- Nessa is quite rightfully overwhelmed so she sits in stunned silence as this guy she doesn’t know talks about her like they’re good friends and his parents openly judge her with backhanded compliments and scathing remarks. She literally has no clue how to react to all this so when the guy takes her arm and leads her off to the hallway she lets him do it, and here’s where he apologizes for suddenly dropping all this on her poor human mind. He also shows her he’s the fox that’s been visiting her for quite some time now, and she gets a better sense of what she’s dealing with now that she knows they’ve actually interacted before in a positive way, they’re not complete strangers.

- The reason Daithi lured her to the castle is because his parents were about to marry him off to a fairy of their choosing unless he finally picked someone and brought them forward for his parents’ approval. Midsummer’s Eve was the deadline they set. It’s definitely a lot for Nessa to process, so Daithi asks his parents to give Nessa a place to rest for the night before they do anything with her. They oblige and Nessa is set up with a lavish room and a Sylph handmaiden to tend to her needs. Curiously, a mischievous Wisp has been sticking by Nessa’s side ever since its brethren led her to the castle, and it gleefully wrecks little things in the room that the Sylph compulsively attends to and cleans up. These two are the primary comic relief, lots of slapstick and physical comedy.

- That very night, the king and queen plot just how they’re gonna test this mortal. If she’s gonna stand any chance of marrying their boy she’s gotta live up to their standards, and those are high standards. Dara wants to hold a contest of strength but Tiernan proposes a dueling of wits, and together the two devise a series of trials for Nessa to complete before she earns their favor. Daithi is eavesdropping in fox form so he can hopefully give Nessa a heads up before she goes to face the trials.

- Nessa thinks about it like this; these are obviously the fae, basically gods, and they’re much more powerful than her. Best to be a polite guest and play along with whatever they’re planning until she’s earned enough of their good graces to ask for a guide out of their realm and back to her home and family.

- Should the villain song go here? Like, as the way the king and queen fully introduce themselves to Nessa and set up the trials, all the while singing about how there’s no chance she’ll actually succeed and how they’re better than her in every way? Could lead directly into Nessa’s hero song, a triumphant moment as she gets the hang of the challenges and starts beating them at their own game.

- One thing I set up in the beginning is Nessa’s clan having some enemies that might take an alliance to fully defeat, and the fact that Nessa’s past the typical marriage age to forge an alliance between her group and another, and the fact that the whole point of this story is to get past the superficial crush stage of Love at First Sight and work to forge a strong bond with your chosen partner, so perhaps the movie could end with the humans and the fae coming together under the marriage of Nessa and Daithi, forging a new alliance that will strengthen them for years to come.

Merchandising Opportunities:

- Fairy Castle playset, dolls of Nessa, Daithi, Dara, Tiernan, the Sylph, and the Wisp

- Fashion dolls of Nessa and Dara, accompanied by dolls of Daithi and Tiernan respectively

- Singing dolls of Nessa, Daithi, Dara, and Tiernan

- Plushies of the Sylph and the Wisp, plush fox based on Daithi

- Figurines of the principle cast members

- Costumes of the princess dresses and fairy royalty outfits

- Makeup kit inspired by Queen Dara

- Simplified story for children’s books

- Potential for a follow up series exploring how Nessa navigates the role of fairy princess, her struggles fitting in and her misadventures with all sorts of fae creatures (like a similar formula to Tangled the Series)

- Wisp nightlight

[foodfightnovelization]

Hey there! I found your blog last Wednesday, and I gotta say, it's about time someone showed this misbegotten movie some love! I've also been reading Ziggy Cashmere's ebook Drawing For Nothing, which includes all sorts of old material from the film - and even directs you to an early draft of the script! Awesome-sauce! Aside from that, I want to know your thoughts on the proposed franchise Larry wanted to make out of the movie, including sequels, video games, books, live stage performances, etc.?

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying my blog, and yes, Drawing For Nothing is fantastic isn't it? There's a lot more where that came from too, with Ziggy currently working on a documentary called "ROTTEN: Behind The Foodfight" (see my last post for more info on that). It should be coming out very soon, so stay tuned for that! I was fortunate enough to be involved in it, even making a small cameo at one point, and I can't wait for everyone to see the plethora of incredible behind-the-scenes material he's uncovered.

And yes, I read that early draft of the Foodfight! script a while ago and I'll talk about it some more once the documentary is out It's a draft from April 2005 and is VERY similar to the novelization, but there are still a bunch of interesting differences worth discussing. For one, the script includes all the real-world mascot cameos intended to be in the movie (such as M&Ms, Pringles, Oscar Mayer etc.) which were excluded from the novelization presumably due to brand deals not extending to merchandising. This actually leads to some surprising changes in the plot and dialogue, some of which I find incredibly funny, so there'll be a whole lot to talk about!

Anyway, as for my thoughts on the proposed franchise? I think it could've worked, I really do. Not to the extent Larry Kasanoff dreamed of- I don't think there was anyway the proposed "Foodfight! On Ice" show was ever going to happen (there's no way the Brand X soldiers could goosestep in iceskates, come on now). I think that's dreaming too big too soon, the "Disney On Ice" shows didn't happen until Disney had already been making movies for decades. That said, I do think if the production of Foodfight! hadn't been so horribly mismanaged and had come out when it was intended to it would've been somewhat of a hit, and to that end some of the merchandising ideas were really smart. Stuff like the tie-in videogame, children's books, and videogames were just what a lot of movies had back then- this was 2006, every movie had a sidescroller on the GBA and a 3D platformer on the PS2. From what little we've seen of the game it's impossible to know how good it would've been, but those kind of movie tie-ins are usually pretty harmless.

As for the other merchandise, a lot of it WAS released...and I think it's pretty great for what it is! If all of the books, toys etc. had just released alongside the movie as intended, then they'd just seem like exactly what they are - merchandise made to promote a recently released children's film, and there'd be nothing much to discuss about them. They're all only so fascinating because the movie itself came out so badly, and so the merchandise provides a glimpse at what might've been had things gone better. That said, I still desperately want to make a post talking about the Deluxe Sound Storybook at some point, and hopefully I'll get the chance soon.

I don't think Foodfight! ever would've been popular enough to warrant a sequel- I think it would've been like Hoodwinked where some people look back on it fondly but it's largely been forgotten over the years, and I don't think Threshold (the studio who animated Foodfight!) would have ever been the "next Pixar" like Larry Kasanoff thought they'd be either. But maybe in another world, where the production of Foodfight! went as smooth as butter, for a time there'd have been a real Cinnamon Sleuth Cereal with a free Dex Dogtective toy inside. Ten years later someone would make a post on Reddit saying "Hey! Anyone else remember Cinnamon Sleuth?" and a series of pointless arguments about the movie's blatant commercialism would fire up in the comments. And that wouldn't be such a bad legacy to have, right...?

[maddsmallow]

10, 17, 20 for the dbh ask!

10. Least favorite trope?

i dont know if i would say it's my least favorite, but it's the first one that popped into my head as a brainrotted hankcon shipper lmao—when connor is portrayed as a lil helpless baby uwu bean who suddenly becomes essentially hank's maid post-revolution, and when hank is suddenly completely cured of his alcohol dependence once connor moves in/they get together. i want that man to WORK FOR IT, "it" being a healthier life and actual coping skills with his grief. and i'm a big believer in connor being a badass "adult man" who really doesnt need anyone's help but just likes hank with him because of what they went thru together, and they grow from there into something more.

granted, i do understand that we're all just. having fun with fictional characters and slapping these barbies together in whatever ways makes us happiest. so i could sit here and go off on how incorrect it feels to their characters, but i dunno. it doesnt really matter how "canon" it is, it's all just for funsies, so. kind of a weird thing to toe the line between 😅

17. Favorite moments of each playable character?

ooo this is a good one. again, im a brainrotted hankcon shipper, so it's gonna be hard to choose just one with hank and connor haha. probably my favorite with connor is when he's dragging hank to the bathroom to "sober him up" just because they're both such ASSHOLES to each other LMAO, just completely fed up with the other's shit. hank is just a grumpy bitch who wants to wallow in self pity, so even when drunk off his ass he's still putting up a fight with connor by grabbing the doorway to stop connor from taking him further into the bathroom and then straight up trying to walk away from the bathtub. connor is so done with hank holding him back from doing his goddamn all important mission, so when he finally gets the (probably freezing) water going, he deadass just stands there and watches hank flail around for an extra second. JUST to be an ass to hank for being an ass to him. it's SO funny how the two of them are constantly butting heads and then end up basically trauma bonded anyways by the end of the game lmao

if it counts, my favorite kara moment would probably be her realizing she's merchandise in that one short video back in like,, what was it, 2012? 2014? that was sort of the first rendition of an idea for the dbh universe. just, her realizing she's a product and not a person and then begging for her life was REALLY moving, valorie curry's acting there was fuckin top notch. but that's not really part of the game itself, so. hmm. i really love when they're at the amusement park and finally find a place to stay to ride out the storm, but the door is covered in wooden planks that have been nailed in, and (ignoring the fact that there's no reason to assume kara wouldnt have standard android strength and find this action quite easy) kara's this tiny little android trying to rip off the planks, and then big ass luther is just like. allow me. im literally made for this shit. and yoinks em off like they're nothin LMAO. that was the very specific moment i fell in love with luther and wanted him and kara and alice to stay together FOREVER

and for markus, i mean, i GOTTA go with the scene where he goes through the passageway of hands and other android parts in the junkyard. or really just the first scene in it where you take off your bad leg and find another compatible one and the realization sets in that you're in a massive landfill of body parts, and markus has been dumped into a situation where he has to dig through dead and dying people of his own species and take their parts to save himself. the first time i watched it, i literally gasped and covered my mouth with my hand and teared up. it's HORRIFIC, the idea of being in a giant pile of half alive creatures to be forgotten about as you have to take bits of those half alive creatures to attach to your own self to survive. you're now made up of multiple other dead people. it's fucking nightmarish, and the first half of that level is such a punch in the gut. fantastic story telling there

20. What were the hardest decisions/actions in each character's story for you?

oh man so TECHNICALLY i have never actually played the game myself LMAO. i'm just not a gamer, i'm in this for the characters and the shit they have to endure in the story. but i imagine the answer is the same for all of them with being mean to the companions in each story haha. getting hank to the point where he finally uses his gun on himself, making kara leave alice at the "recycling" camp, and i guess markus doing peaceful protests even tho that means soooo many more androids die from his inaction.

thanks for the ask!!

[theradicalscrivener]

Acorn - Part 13

Travis arrrives at Acorn for his first official shift as an Acorn boy, and it's all hands on deck.

Getting into the home stretch. Next chapter will be the finale followed by a short epilogue.

(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)

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                As soon as Travis stepped through the doorway, he could tell that there was a very different feel to the diner this day. The past few times he had been here, there had been a sort of undercurrent of excitement and playfulness, but today everything was ramped to eleven. It felt more like the lead up to Mardi Gras than it did prepping a shop for a day of sales. The place was packed and there weren’t even any customers yet!

                Travis looked around and noticed a few familiar faces. Curtis was there, of course. The new couple had arrived together. Curtis also noticed Dave coordinating the various staff as well as one or two employees that Travis had seen but not really interacted with. There were also a large number of guys there that Travis had never met. It seemed like it was all hands on deck today.

                As Travis’s eyes scanned the crowd, he noticed that most guys were either clad in just the tiny waist apron uniform or they were clad in even less. He spotted one or two guys clad in familiar looking cages around their cocks. Travis marveled at the devices. They looked so huge compared to the ones he had been using over the past twenty-four hours.

                Travis heard the rush of movement behind him, but he was not able to react fast enough to stop the impending headlock. A much shorter figure had rushed up behind him, jumped, and in a WWE style takedown had latched his arm playfully around Travis’s neck and pulled him down into a noogie.

                “What gives!?” Travis yelped, but the only reply was a deep chuckle. Eventually, Travis managed to pull himself out of the headlock and step away from his attacker. He looked up to see the culprit but was not at all surprised to see Trent standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face. Trent, of course, was among the ones that was nearly completely nude. He had shoes on and not a stitch more. His short chode was hovering dangerously close to a full chub.

                “Was that really necessary?” Travis grumbled.

                “What!? I gotta razz the newbie, right?” Trent teased.

                “What do you call what you’ve been doing the past few days?” Travis countered.

                “Are you saying you want me to stop?” Trent teased.

                Travis was taken aback. Travis was actually glad that he was still fully clothed because his jeans hid his rapidly swelling stiffy – a stiffy that no longer made a pronounced bulge in his otherwise tight jeans.

                Curtis stepped between the two of them as if breaking up a fight. “Now, now. You know the rules. No visible marks on the merchandise,” Curtis said playfully.

                “If you get a bruise from a headlock, that’s on you,” Trent teased Travis.

                “What about the noogie!?” Travis countered.

                “He said no visible marks. No one’s gonna see your scalp,” Trent teased.

                “Whatever…” Travis grumbled.

                “You’ve got more fight in you today. I like it,” Trent said and playfully elbowed Travis’s side.

                Travis was too surprised to formulate a good comeback. Was he really that meek before? It’s only been two days since he interviewed here. Has his demeanor really changed that much?

                His mind flashed back to the past few days. Images of fooling around in the dorm halls, the dining hall, and even at the quiet pond on campus. He had definitely grown bolder especially when in the company of his new boyfriend.

                Although… grown was a bit of an ironic term. As Travis mulled over the physical changes he had undergone, his eyes glanced around the room to the various other employees. His eyes lingered especially long on the dudes that were currently sporting cages like the one he had used. His gaze must have lingered a bit too long because Trent had another playful barb aimed at him.

                “None of them have quite taken to them near as much as you have, tiny,” Trent teased.

                “W-what!?” Travis yelped. He tried to act innocent and casual, but it was clear he had been busted. Not to mention Trent’s playful barb had found purchase in Travis’s psyche and not in a bad way. As the word ‘tiny’ echoed in his head, he could feel his dick chomping at the bit to unload. Fortunately, Curtis stepped in before Travis could get too worked up.

                “I think I mentioned that these are a fairly new addition,” Curtis said.

                “Only a few guys have really tried them, and most of them only go down a size to look extra cute for their shift. That way they can go back to being average when off the clock,” Trent explained.

                Travis nodded along as Trent explained, but his mind was only halfway in the present. There was a memory in the back of his mind that was struggling to surface, but it was just out of reach.

                Travis perked up upon hearing a small, metallic clink of something hitting the ground. He glanced up to see one of his new coworkers bent down to pick up some dropped silverware. The way the dude bent over made it very clear that he had nothing on under his apron. Travis was given a brief, tantalizing glimpse of the dude’s tight hole. That boy’s butt was begging to be played with, and while Travis may no longer have the cock to properly please such a rump, he knew how to use his fingers.

                Travis felt a hand gently on his shoulder. He looked over to see Curtis smiling at him. “We should get ready. Wouldn’t want to be late for your first official shift, after all,” he said pleasantly.

                “R-right!” Travis agreed.

                Travis was guided towards the back room. Curtis’s arm was over his shoulder and gently leading him to where he needed to be, but Trent’s hand against his butt was much more forceful. The way Trent gripped his ass was more than just for guidance. Trent was clearly copping a feel. No doubt, he was looking forward to getting Travis out of his clothes, and judging from the glances from other employees, Trent was not alone.

                Somewhere in the back of Travis’s mind he wondered what he had done to garner so much attention. He was just one guy in a sea of strikingly hot dudes that worked here. Even if he was The New Guy, it seemed odd that he should get so much attention. The only thing that Travis could think was that word of his reduction had spread.

                Travis’s mind flashed back to the brief convo he and Curtis had had by the side of the pond. This was to be a big unveiling. It was not unreasonable to believe that there was something akin to an office group chat. Had Curtis hyped him up in preparation for this event?

                By the time the trio pushed their way through the double doors leading to the break room, Curtis and Trent were already beginning to work on the various buttons on Travis’s outfit. Curtis was plucking away at Travis’s shirt, and Trent was hard at work at Travis’s fly.  Although, given that Trent still had a hand down the back of Travis’s briefs, undoing the buttons on his fly was much harder than it needed to be.

                By the time they had made their way to the lockers, Travis’s shirt was completely unbuttoned and his pants were starting to sag. Curtis suddenly stepped in front and pushed Travis’s shirt off his shoulders while planting a passionate kiss right on Travis’s lips. Meanwhile, Trent tugged at the waistband of Travis’s jeans and quickly shimmied the semi-snug garment down around his ankles. Travis shrugged the shirt the rest of the way off and stepped out of the pants leaving him clad in just his boxers.

                Travis was rock hard by this point, but it wasn’t obvious to the outside observers, his cock was just so short that it barely even made a tent. The lump in the front of his boxers could just as easily been a wrinkle as it was a boner.

                Trent grabbed hold of the waistband of Travis’s boxers and began to tug them down just as he had done Travis’s jeans, but before he could do so, Curtis reached down and quickly grabbed his wrist.

                “Bro,” Trent protested as he shot an indignant grimace up at his coworker.

                Curtis flashed a playful smirk down at his coworker. There was a glint in his eyes that Trent had seen a few times in the past which suddenly got him very curious. Curtis had a plan, and it was sure to be fun for everyone.

                “We don’t know how small he is yet,” Curtis explained. There was an impish smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

                Trent’s face went on a journey. It started out as indignant but then shifted to confused then to questioning then a look of understanding crossed his face. Soon, his expression was just as impish as Curtis’s own.

                “I’ll get the tape,” Trent said.

                “Call the others while you’re at it,” Curtis said with an impish smirk.

                “Of course,” Trent replied and shot a devilish wink.

                Travis was an observer to all this, but it wouldn’t be quite fair to say he was a passive one. He had quickly picked up what Curtis was putting down. After all, they had discussed this on the shore earlier. This was the moment that Curtis had promised him. Just thinking about it sent a shudder of excitement down his spine and a tremble of arousal up his cock.

                Travis was easily the stronger of the two, but he was so caught up in the moment that he couldn’t even consider resisting as Curtis shoved him against the locker. Curtis reached a hand down the front of Travis’s boxers and playfully cupped Travis’s rigid, shuddering cock. Curtis’s hand felt huge! Travis’s dick was so small that Curtis could cup the entire bait and tackle in the palm of his hand!             Travis tried to run the numbers. He had a general idea of the size of Curtis’s hands. Maybe he could extrapolate how small his cock was now… but before he could solidify any numbers in his mind, the feeling of Curtis’s mouth kissing a path down the nape of his neck caused his brain to short circuit.

                Travis gasped as he felt Curtis’s kisses turn into a sharp suckle.

                “W-wait!” Travis gasped.

                “What? You don’t like it?” Curtis said playfully.

                “What about the no marks rule?” Travis asked.

                “I think we can bend the rules a little…” Curtis said. His voice shifted from playful to conspiratorial as he leaned in close once more and whispered the last bit into Travis ear, “besides… I want them to know you’re taken.”

                Travis shuddered with excitement. It was fun to flirt and to flaunt what he had, but he also wanted everyone to know that he and Curtis were together. As Curtis resumed kissing and suckling the nape of Travis’s neck, Travis stood there and shook like a leaf. His mind was overloaded with pure euphoria. Not only did he want to show everyone his bod and his new rod, but he wanted to let everyone know that he and Curtis were together! Curtis’s lips against his neck felt so fantastic that Travis almost creamed himself right then and there. Cumming just from being marked by his lover felt like the perfect way to show how happy he was, but he resisted with all his might even though it hurt his heart to do so. He needed to wait, if for no other reason than to show off his new dimensions for the rest of the crew.

                Fortunately, Travis didn’t have to wait for long. It was a small establishment. There was the back room, the kitchen, and the dining hall. It only took a moment for Trent to rush onto the dining floor, shout for the crew, and then guide them back to the lockers. In a matter of mere moments, Travis was standing there surrounded by a cadre of hot guys all eagerly awaiting the big reveal.

                “I think we’ve kept the audience waiting long enough…” Curtis said playfully into Travis’s ear.

                Travis could only nod in reply. He was so excited that he could hardly collect his thoughts let alone formulate words.

                Curtis gave Travis another passionate kiss on the lips and then began to kiss a path down Travis’s neck, down his pecs, across his abs, and down the sculpted V of his Adonis belt until he reached the waistband of Travis’s boxers. Travis’s boxers were sitting lower on his hips than normal. Trent had tugged them down slightly before Curtis could stop him, but even so, it hadn’t bumped against his rigid dick yet.

                Travis’s mind reeled. There was a time when even with his boxers riding high on his hips, his boner would stick up well past the waistband. He could have pressed his cock against his abs and had more than half of it sticking up past the waistband. Now, his boxers hung to low on his hips they sat like a micro bikini and the tip of his dick didn’t even hit the waistband. Just how small was he? He needed to know. Thankfully, Curtis wasn’t going to keep him in suspense much longer.

                Curtis pulled down on the waistband and slowly inched Curtis’s boxers down his hips until they fell with a soft plop around his ankles. His tiny dick was left to stand at attention for all to see. Or it would have if Curtis’s head wasn’t blocking the view from most of the audience.

                Curtis took a moment and marveled at Travis’s tiny dick for a moment. He had had a decent idea of how small it was when he saw it growing after their icy swim in the pond, but this was the first time seeing it in all its glory. It was by far smaller than his own. The shaft itself thinner and shorter than his thumb. The nuts themselves the size of peanuts.

                Curtis stepped aside to let the crowd get a good look. Everyone gasped in awe at what they beheld. Travis’s rigid cock was astoundingly tiny. A dick that would be more at home on an elementary school kid than an adult now graced the space between his legs.

                “Woah…”

                “Didn’t he have a full foot the other day?”

                “Isn’t it permanent if you do too much?”

                “Yeah. There’s no way that’s growing back.”

                “I didn’t think it was possible to get that small!”

                “No wonder Dave called for full attendance!”

                “And I thought he was hot when he was hung!”

                “There goes my tips.”

                “You could try downsizing too.”

                “I might have to!”

                “It’d be a good look on you.”

                The cheers and quips and conversations all rattled around in Travis’s brain. The voices felt miles away and right in his ears all at the same time. He couldn’t wait to get out there and start his shift. He couldn’t wait to see the reactions of the regulars, but there was something else that needed to happen first…

                Curtis held out his hand. Trent quickly slapped a small tape measure into Curtis’s palm and then stepped back to give Curtis space to work. Curtis knelt down beside his lover’s reduced rod and placed the tape alongside the shaft. He gently placed the tip of the tape flush with Travis’s crotch and then made a dramatic show of very slowly placing the tape down along the length of Travis’s cock. There was an audible drum roll coming from a couple of the people in audience as Curtis glanced at the final ruling.

                “Wow. Three whole centimeters,” Curtis said playfully.

                There’s the old trope in TV and movies where the sound of a record scratch plays and then the central figure makes some comment about “I bet you’re wondering how I got here.” Travis felt like he was in one of those scenes. Three centimeters? He didn’t know the exact conversion, but that was more than an inch, right? He was less than two inches this morning. He hadn’t even halved in size? Wasn’t that how these worked? It seemed he would lose more than half his size with each shrinkage, so why was he still so large?

                He knew it was strange to think of it as such. He had a dick that was barely bigger than an inch. He had a literal kid dick on a dude’s body. It was miniscule by any measure, but still it felt like too much. He had let his mind run away with him. He had played this scene out in his mind too many times in the lead up to this moment, that he wondered if it would even have been possible to be pleased with the results, but even as the crowd around him cheered and jeered, Travis could only barely hear them.

                His mind flashed back to the pond. He had lost his cage early. The shrinkage from the icy water must have impacted the effects of the cage. Could he recover the cage? Could he put it back on and try again? Would it even work if he did? Didn’t he have to do an extreme shrinkage to get lasting results?

                Travis’s thoughts raged in his head until a booming voice dispersed not just his thoughts but the crowd that had gathered around him.

                “We open in ten minutes! Get to your places, everyone!” Dave shouted.

                The crowd quickly dispersed. Even Trent scampered away and returned to the dining hall leaving just Curtis, Travis, and Dave in the back room.

                Dave stepped forward and eyed Travis up and down as if studying him. After a tense moment, Dave turned his attention towards Curtis and said, “I see you got the extra small sizes out of the cabinet.”

                “Yessir…” Curtis replied.

                Dave nodded as if mulling it over for a moment. Eventually, he looked Travis in the eyes and said, “I was surprised how readily you took to these. I figured you would get scared after the first session and quit.”

                “Did you want me to?” Travis asked. He was suddenly feeling very small and not in the fun way.

                Dave chuckled and shook his head. “No, no. I was glad to see you stick with us, and I was impressed by how small you wanted to get. Although… this makes things a bit interesting for today’s event,” he said.

                “Is there a problem?” Curtis asked.

                “Nothing you need to worry about. Go on. You’re needed on the floor,” Dave replied and waved to signal that Curtis was dismissed.

                Curtis managed a polite “yessir” and flashed his boyfriend an nervous glance before he too scurried off to finish preparations.

                Dave watched Curtis leave. Once Curtis was far enough out of ear shot, he turned back to Travis to finish their conversation.

                “I may have promised something to the regulars,” Dave said.

                Travis waited for a moment for Dave to continue, but this guy loved his dramatic pauses. Eventually, Travis spoke up if for no other reason than to break the awkward silence. “… oh?” Travis asked.

                “These cages are a new addition to our offerings, and most guys use them for a temporary reduction while on the clock,” Dave explained.

                “Y-yeah. Curtis and Trent mentioned something like that…” Travis replied.

                “I’m sure they did. Trent likes to talk like he knows everything, but Curtis… he actually knows what he’s talking about most of the time. We don’t really have ranks here, but if I had to say, Curtis would be akin to a shift lead at other places. He’s close to a second in command around here,” Dave explained.

                “Oh… he’s not in trouble, is he?” Travis asked.

                Dave balked for a second. Stared Travis up and down, and then suddenly started laughing. “Oh. No. Nothing like that. I guess I came off a little harsh there,” Dave said between chuckles as he stifled his laughter.

                “Am I in trouble?” Travis asked.

                “No one’s in trouble! I’m not angry. I was going to ask if you wanted to do something special,” Dave said.

                Travis raised an eyebrow questioning, but otherwise stood straight at attention while his boss spoke. “… oh?” Travis asked.

                Dave pulled something from his pocket and flicked it at Travis as if he was flipping a quarter. The object spun towards Travis’s face where it would have collided had Travis not instinctively caught it.

                “It’s rare that a guy decides to permanently go down a size. When that happens, we like to make an event of it. Call the regulars in, make a show of it. A little before and after. You understand, right?” Dave said.

                “Oh… Oh!” Travis gasped.

                “I let Curtis take the small pack with him yesterday, but I didn’t expect you two to go through the whole thing!” Dave said with a chuckle.

                “I wasn’t supposed to go all the way…” Travis murmured softly.

                “You weren’t supposed to do anything. I don’t put such expectations on my boys. I want you guys to do what feels right because it’s what you want and not what someone else expects of you,” Dave explained.

                “But… you called this event so you could show off my… uh… reduction…” Travis stammered. It was weird. He couldn’t quite think of a good word for what happened. ‘Shrinking’ felt too sci-fi. This was too real for that.

                “Well, yes…” Dave said, clearly mulling it over.

                “Did I make a mistake?” Travis asked. It wasn’t clear if his question was aimed at Dave or directed at himself, but Dave was the one to answer.

                Dave placed a hand reassuringly on Travis’s shoulder. “You have done nothing wrong. This event is as much for you as it is for the rest of the staff and the regulars. Hell, I’d say it’s more for you than anyone else. I want this to be a memorable moment for you,” Dave said. Dave had a deep voice – a voice that commanded respect and authority, but there was also kindness in it too.

                Travis glanced down at his cock. Despite the tense atmosphere, he was still rock hard. He was excited to show off for the regulars and the rest of the staff. It was just a shame that he couldn’t go a little smaller to make a scene of it.

                “I had mentioned Curtis is like a right-hand man. He knows more than the others, but he doesn’t know everything,” Dave said.

                Travis wasn’t sure what to say. He cocked his head slightly to the side like a confused puppy but waited quietly for Dave to continue.

                “I saw the look in your eyes. While the rest were cheering you on, you wanted something more,” Dave said.

                “I… well…” Travis stammered.

                “Or maybe I should say, you wanted less,” Dave added. He shot Travis a knowing wink.

                “I… well… that’s…” Travis stammered. He was suddenly flustered. Being called out like this was somehow more mollifying than when he had thought he was in trouble.

                Dave let out a deep, pleasant laugh in response. “It’s fine. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. As I said, I just want my guys to get what they want,” he said.

                Travis looked back up at his new boss. There was a look of reverent awe on his face. He wasn’t sure what to say. He felt, for lack of a better word, safe. Dave was looking out for him.

                Dave’s smile broadened to the point that his pearly whites were visible. He nodded towards the object that Travis still clutched in his hand.

                Travis opened his hand and stared down at what he now held. Travis had caught the thing on instinct. He hadn’t even looked at it. Whatever it was, it was tiny. It had looked the size of a quarter while spinning in the air, but he hadn’t taken stock of the shape of it. Now, however, he could see it for what it was.

                It was another cage. One even smaller than the one Travis had lost this morning.

                “Curtis doesn’t know everything,” Dave said. He gave Travis a conspiratorial wink before turning and heading back towards the door leading to the dining room. Dave stepped through the doorway, but before shutting the door, he looked back over his shoulder and said, “I hope you enjoy the party. It’s as much for you as it is anyone else.”

                Travis stood there in stunned silence as he stared down at the cage in the palm of his hand. It was little bigger than a thimble. Dave’s words from earlier echoed in his head.

                “This event is as much for you as it is for the rest of the staff and regulars.”

                “Hell… I’d say it’s more for you than anyone else…”

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PARTIES: @animotoph0bia, @uncannysam TIMING: Directly after this thread. SUMMARY: Finn helps Sam clean up Escape Your Fate after a certain banshee lets out a blissful scream thanks to a skyquake! WARNINGS: None!

The mess made by the sky quakes or the weird pale iZombie cosplayer had left Sam distressed. Here she stood with a store full of broken glass; no lights from shattered bulbs; and thousands of dollars in damage that she didn’t even know how she was going to cover. She had saved up for this place penny by penny and right now, in the moment, she felt like dropping to the floor and sobbing. It had already been a hard enough year at the loss of Zach, but this just seemed to be the cherry on top. The one thing she was grateful for in the moment was that Scout was upstairs, because losing him right now would have made everything impossible, and she couldn’t do impossible right now.

Closing her eyes and just trying to breathe and use the techniques she had learned in therapy in times of anxiety, Sam stood quietly; except for the crunch of glass underneath her every step. She had heard the noise of anyone else, while she tried to focus, but when she finally opened her eyes, she saw someone standing in the store, “Uh, we’re…we’re closed.” I mean, if it wasn’t kind of obvious. 

—

Finn wasn’t a die hard customer, like he knew most comic stores prized themselves on, but he’d checked out Escape Your Fate a few times. He could appreciate a good comic book but that had always been more of his brother’s thing - movies and video games were better at keeping his attention. The collectibles were fun to check out though, even if he rarely had the money to get them nor the proper place to display any. At least it was a nice vibe, the place usually filled with excitement and intrigue and just good feelings in general. 

Didn’t look like those were on the table for today, though. 

“Holy shit,” Finn muttered as he took in what had just recently been display windows, wondering what in the hell could have caused damage like this. The first hit of that disappointment was gut wrenching, a full on ‘punch in the stomach’ kind of pain. It drew him closer, glass crunching under his feet even as he reminded himself that he really wasn’t the best at cheering people up, much less a stranger. Just walking away felt wrong, though… even if he really regretted the decision the second the store owner spoke up. 

“Oh, yeah I… kinda figured.” Which in no way explained why he’d walked in anyway. “Are you - no, dumb question, obviously not. Uhm… so this sucks?” 

—

She had seen the guy around a couple of times at the store, and he seemed nice enough. But today Sam was struggling. Today it felt like her world had ended again. In the moment of everything, she was struggling to think straight. Struggling with what to do or say. But she had to do something. She couldn’t just leave the store in shambles. So with a deep, slow and quivering breath, she set her sights on Finn, and answered him, refusing to focus on the destroyed store around her, “Yeah, it does. But if I...want to expect to keep any of my merchandise, I’ve gotta get things boarded up or locked up or something.”

Sam knew the value of most of the things in the store. The newer comics and dollar books weren’t as much of an issue as were some of the collectors items and graded stock. That’s what any smart collector would be after in a wrecked store with no sort of lock or protection from the outside world. But how was she going to fix that? “Um, do you…do you have any ideas?” It was a stretch. She didn’t know this guy, but he was currently the only person around.

—

Her loss was hard to stomach, implementing further what a bad idea this was. Worst case scenario, Finn had a minor melt down right along with her. Best case… maybe he didn’t make her feel worse than she already did. “Right. Guess some people don’t need more than a broken window to think they can walk in.” Some of this stuff was valuable, Finn knew as much. Collector’s items and shit like that. Probably good for a bit of extra cash if you knew where to sell it. 

A dent in her hopelessness, then. A flicker of something, maybe not hope but not complete surrender. She was looking at him for answers, even if she seemed to know that it was probably futile. Finn could barely keep a lid on his own life, much less provide help to others. He wanted to, though. “Is there… like a back room or something? Bathroom, anywhere with a lock? Shit solution but might work temporarily. Moving all the stuff there?” Scrabbling at ideas, anything that might lessen the weight that, unbeknownst to her, was currently shared by Finn. “I could… help you move it. If you want.”

–

Sam didn’t want to think less of people and their motives, but easy money was easy money, especially if you were desperate. Or, you know, if you just liked collecting things this would be easy pickings. But her mind couldn’t go into the debate of people’s morals. Not right now anyways. It was already racing in thought enough as it was, “Unfortunately, yeah…” She sighed, still hoping he had a solution, despite knowing how unfair it was on him to come up with such a big solution.

Her eyes continued to scan the store for something that might help. It wasn’t like Escape Your Fate was a massive store, but there was a lot of smaller merchandise. It was when he spoke up that Sam’s mind was pulled back into the moment surrounding them, “Uh, yeah…yeah there’s a bathroom, a storage room, my office, and another room that I host game nights in, and they all have locks! They’re kind of small except for the game room, but I think we could fit most of this in there. You’re a genius, and if you don’t mind helping, I would be so grateful.” Sam was starting to see a glimmer of hope thanks to the man standing in front of her, and she knew she would want to repay him for his help. She’d just have to figure out a way. But looking over everything made her realize how daunting it would be for two people, “Let me make a quick phone call to my parents. They could probably come help us clean up.” Sam grabbed her cell phone from the counter and stepped towards the back to make a call that turned out to be more emotional than she had hoped, especially in front of someone she barely knew.

—

Relief flooded Finn, too, some of it his own. The despair had been a bit much and providing comfort wasn’t exactly his forte - it would have been awkward as hell to not help at all and have to leave before he eventually spiraled with her. But there was hope now and Finn felt… useful. Genius was definitely a stretch but he could accept helpful. “Sure, don’t really have anything better to do.” He’d long since given up on the idea of karma, bad shit just happened for no good reason but in his case, there had been a lot of strangers willing to help with the bad shit. Maybe he couldn’t be useful in helping someone out with the near-death bullshit he constantly found himself in but this he could do. 

As she ducked away for a phone call, Finn tried to distract himself by carefully padding across the wreckage, starting to pick out salvagable items. Not listening in was hard but not emotionally listening in was impossible, his face scrunched up by the time she returned. “Not good?” he asked carefully, hands filled with different action figures.

—-

The phone call with Sam’s parents went as best as she had hoped it could granted they were in shock just as much as she was. But immediately her dad had set into motion a plan to get the store boarded up with the help of some of their neighbors and others in the community that they had known since moving to Wicked’s Rest, and even though the twenty-eight year old had broken down over the call, most of it had turned into good tears.

Walking back out, Sam looked around at everything, before laying her eyes on the kind man who was offering to help, “No, it actually went a lot better than I had hoped. They’re coming and bringing help with them.” She sniffled a little and wiped the tears from her eyes, “Um, and I’m sorry I didn’t ask earlier, but, what’s your name? I just want to be able to properly thank you later on, when, you know, all this is taken care of.” She moved closer and began to look through everything. Glass shards and dust had slipped down into the boxes of comics. It coated almost all of the merchandise, tables, shelves, and floor.

—

Her jumble of emotions was hard to decipher, the turmoil of the store and whatever else that phone call had inspired a great, big mix of something incomprehensible. Finn only had her tear streaked face to go off as she returned, assuming (he thought rather sensibly) that shit had gone sideways. Except it hadn’t and with that as a stencil, Finn found it a bit easier to sniff out her relief, how grateful she was. So she had good, supportive parents. That was a relief. Probably would have been fine even if Finn had decided not to trudge his meddling self into the store but there was no backing out now. 

“Oh, right. Uh, Finn. I’m not enough of a regular to know your name, either,” he admitted, emptying his hands onto one of the counters not completely covered with glass. Finn followed her lead in starting to shovel through the rest of the stuff, being careful not to cut himself up on the glass. “And you don’t need to… properly thank me. Just giving back, in a way. This town can fuck you up and I’ve been lucky to receive help from strangers that didn’t need to help me so… yeah.”

—

“It’s nice to meet you, Finn. I’m Sam.” She was grateful Finn had come into her life. Grateful that he had wanted to give back, because in this moment, she needed his help immensely. And when the time came and the right person walked into her life, Sam would pay it forward, “You can say that again, but I’m grateful it was me you decided to take pity on, because otherwise, I’d probably be sitting in a pile of glass shards crying.” She laughed softly. The first time since all of this had happened.

Watching as he carefully sifted through stuff, Sam recalled having some gloves in the back, “Be right back.” Within minutes she had returned with a pair for both of them. It was probably going to be a long night, and while Sam didn’t know how long he could or would even want to stay, just coming through the doorway and checking on her had meant more than anything. But if he was staying, pizza and sodas would be a must for him and anybody her parents managed to bring with them.

Life had been dealing Sam some pretty tough blows lately, but if it was something her parents had taught her to count on, it was family and community. And that night, Wicked’s Rest had really showed up for her, despite the occasional doubts she held. And it wasn’t just human residents, she had even spotted some horns, wings, and tails in the mix, which had given her reassurance that just because things with her best friend had ended badly, it didn’t mean that everyone who wasn’t human was bad. A lesson she had been struggling with. And by the next morning, though Escape Your Fate had been a little worse for wear, the store was secured up tight with a group who had promised to return when it was time to put some life back into her.