#i lit hate this one though BLEGH

[flocculentghee]

the worst idea

[cyndalyssa]

Oh, Look, Another Darkwing Drabble

This one’s a snippet of a bigger story in my head, based on the idea of Bushroot going massive mindless monstrosity. 

I dunno if I’ll ever write the rest of the story down, my life tends to get a little busy and I already have a lot of ideas I want to make in my free time, but I at least wanted to exercise the writing muscles. 

All was quiet at the Museum of Failed Experiments. The dark of night gave the appearance of rest to each polished display, even those that were still lit. Though dignified it looked, the place was home to quite a bit of failure, hence the name. Each wing, covering branches of science and engineering, was a hall of shame, showing off embarrassments, tragedies, and unfinished projects to the citizens of St. Canard.

It was at this scene that the night guards present had unfortunate encounters. A flower that sprayed sleeping gas, a stun gun, a joy buzzer that ended in instant knockout, being washed into a closet by water from the drinking fountain, and just getting hit by a mallet were their fates, and they were swiftly locked up by the intruders.  

The Fearsome Five then had the place to themselves. 

As they met up in the lobby, Megavolt couldn’t help but look up, in awe of the enormity of it. “Wowza, they really went all out on this place!” He glanced back at the corridor from whence he came and smiled. “They’ve got gizmos and gadgets aplenty!”

Quackerjack bounced to his side. “And whozits and whatzits galore!”

“They got thingamabobs?”

“Psht, at least twenty!”

Megavolt laughed. “I can’t believe they gave up on some of these! I oughta grab ‘em and show everyone how it’s done!” 

Quackerjack grinned. “Oh, I feel you, Sparky! In fact, I’m getting quite a bit of inspiration myself from doodads like the fruit-flavored fireworks! Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo, can you just imagine a literal explosion of fruity goodness?”

Megavolt narrowed his eyes, his plug hat sparking and an irritated growl in his voice. “How many times have I told you not to call me Sparky?”

“Not like you can remember.”

Cutting between them, the Liquidator piped in, “Fruit-flavored fireworks? The phenomenon of the century, guaranteed to sweeten up your 4th of July celebrations! Comes in apple, cherry, grape, and blue raspberry.”

Bushroot scratched his head. “I’m just wondering how the inventor expected that to work. What kind of chemistry was involved?”

Negaduck rolled his eyes. “Blegh, of course you dweebs get hopped up on exploding fruit snacks. Now remember, children, we’re not here for the fireworks, we’re here for the portal gun that’s supposed to be displayed here… and I expect you to be looking for it!” 

The other four silently stared at him for a moment, glanced at each other, and then back to him. Then, Megavolt asked, “Well, what does it look like?”

“It’s red and vaguely gun-shaped, with a spinny thing at the end,” Negaduck answered in baby-talk. Then he snapped, “I’m sure you could figure it out from the display name! Now, get to searching!”

Negaduck stormed upstairs. Quackerjack and Megavolt rushed to the technology wing--partially running from Negaduck, partially rushing to see what kind of doodads they could see. Perhaps even take some and modify them for later mischief. 

Liquidator was about to flow down another hall when he noticed Bushroot at the directory. The plant duck glanced the direction of the hall that Quackerjack and Megavolt rushed down, and then up the stairs that Negaduck had descended. Then, almost sneakily, he went in the opposite direction and toward the natural science and chemistry wing. 

Curious, Liquidator decided to follow him, and had caught up in a second. “One in ten customers would say that this portal gun is not in this wing, Bushroot.”

Bushroot flinched at the sudden voice, but quickly regained his composure. “Well, uh… when studying the map earlier, I recall that the storage room was somewhere in this direction. It could be in there.”

Liquidator raised a watery eyebrow. “You want an excuse to look around, huh?”

Bushroot glanced away. “Well… it couldn’t hurt. I mean, I’m curious and I don’t know when I’ll be able to have another opportunity for a museum visit.” He looked back to see Liquidator still staring like a disappointed parent. “But I do think storage is in this wing, honest!”

“Hm. Well, if it’s in this direction, why not treat yourself to this once-in-a-lifetime super private tour? Just don’t get too distracted, and it’ll be between you and me.”

“O-oh, that’s no problem. I’m a pretty fast reader.”

The two mutants wandered around the natural science and chemistry wing, looking for a door or hall or basement staircase that led to that storage room. However, Liquidator was doing most of the looking, sweeping around the rooms quickly, while Bushroot, though still looking at the walls in hopes of spotting the passage they were looking for, was circling displays in fascination. There were models and pictures of odd creatures or monstrosities, as well as deformed skeletons of unfortunate souls. He read about attempts to clone prehistoric plants and even animals, a tale of a man who accidentally fused himself with a fly, and the horror of radioactive moss. On occasion, he’d stumble on a display involving water, and invite Likki to take a look. 

Every so often, Liquidator would look to see what Bushroot was doing. There were moments that Bushroot seemed to be genuinely looking for that storage room--such as now, when walking along the wall of glass cases full of more experiments, he paused at a gap in the wall, looking at a door, but saw that it was an emergency exit and then moved on. Otherwise, the plant duck was more invested in the science that surrounded him, which Likki had a little trouble relating to. While some of the stuff involving water was interesting, he otherwise didn’t care for the biological stuff that Bushroot was so entranced by. 

Meanwhile, so far, the only doors they had found were emergency exits, but nothing leading to any storage or basement at some point. Liquidator was almost of the mind that Bushroot duped him, but Bushy wasn’t like that.

At some point, when Liquidator finally found a hallway that looked promising, Bushroot suddenly cried, “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!”

Alarmed, Likki splashed his way to where Bushroot stood, at a display in the corner about biological chemical disasters. The plant duck was looking quite offended, glaring at one particular shelf where a green substance, surrounded by plant models and photos of a strange machine, sat. Likki took a closer look at the label, which read:

Chloroplast Infusion Solution, Dr. Reginald Bushroot, Ph.D

Skimming over the description of the substance, what it was supposed to do, and how it backfired, Likki just glanced over to Bushroot, who held his head in his leafy hands. 

“How humiliating! I can’t believe I made it into the Hall of Shame!”

Likki patted him on the back. “Aw, Bushy, do not fret! After all, you’ve gotten an upgrade! Who needs a normal sad sap scientist when you can have a super plant that can grow a forest with just a thought?” 

A sharp glare arose from Bushroot’s palms. “I just wanted to alleviate world hunger… and, uh, maybe get a little respect…”

“Respect, huh?” Likki shook his head. “I’m sure with your power, you can easily command it.”

“There is a difference between respect and fear.”

“Hm. Well, as Bud Flud, I was just a salesman trying to keep my business afloat; but as the Liquidator, I became master of all liquids, one with the water, and a force to be reckoned with!” A sphere of water detached from Likki’s hand and revolved around it. “I know my power, and I revel in it.” 

He grabbed the sphere, reabsorbing it. “As for you… well, you’ve got potential, but you lack nerve. Someday, I’d like to see you cut loose, show them what Bushroot is really capable of.”

Bushroot glanced at him, pondering on whether he should remind Liquidator of Negaduck and their shared fear of him, but decided against it. He crossed his arms. “Fine, whatever you say.”

He went back to glaring at the display of his fateful project. “If those two ignoramuses had just minded their own business and not made me look bad in front of the dean, then I would’ve still had the funding to test on the lab rats instead of myself. You know, catch the kinks and find a way to iron them out. But… here I am now.”

“I’d say that career change was for the better.”

“But I liked being a scientist… sure, I hated my coworkers--except one--but I love science.”

Likki shrugged. “Life sucks and we just gotta roll with the punches.” He turned around and marched toward that one hallway. “Now, come on, there’s a storage room calling our names, and who knows when the purple menace will pop in.”

Bushroot sighed, taking one last look at his experiment’s exhibit. “All right, I’ll stop wasting ti--”

He stopped when he caught a name on the display right next to his. Eyes boggling, he grabbed the bottle from that shelf and shouted, “Goodness grapevines! He has one here too?”

Likki stopped and turned around. “Inquiring minds must know… who’s he?” 

Bushroot gestured to the name on the display, which, when Likki took a closer look, read ‘Dr. Arthur Bones’. “He was my rival back in college, and he was one of the meanest, most condescending jerks that I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing. I don’t know what I ever did to him, but sometimes it felt like it was his life’s mission just to convince me that everything I do is stupid and dangerous. Hmph, at least my buddy Andrew had my back.”

Liquidator rubbed his chin. “You just have a way of attracting bullies, don’t you? At the very least, you can take some joy that Dr. Bones is also in the Hall of Shame!”

“Yeah, I guess I could.” Bushroot looked at the label on the bottle, brow furrowed in confusion. “Although I do wonder what he was doing making fertilizer. Last I remember, he was into genetics--especially studies on mutations and defects.”

“For more information, check the description--it’s right there.”

Bushroot turned to the description and read aloud, “‘In 1990, a miracle growth formula invented by Dr. Bones took several western states by storm. With a natural sweet scent and potent power, it improved the lives of gardeners everywhere by making plants healthier, stronger, and sturdier against disease and pests, and helping them to grow faster than normal’.” He scratched his chin and nodded. “Well, now I’m tempted to bring it home with me and see what my plants think.”

Liquidator chuckled. “Oh, I bet they’d love it! The amazing miracle fertilizer, guaranteed to create a happy and hearty garden!”

“Ee-hee, it does sound great.” Bushroot’s smile fell into a frown as he turned back to the description. “But this is a Museum of Failed Experiments, so there is a catch here... ‘While at first it seemed to be a blessing, it soon proved to be dangerous for people, as proven with the Mallard High School Football Team during the fall of 1990. Reports of--’”

“I am the terror that flaps in the night!”

The sudden voice from nowhere made them jump. Bushroot even ended up tossing the bottle of fertilizer into the air. He didn’t even hear the second part of the introduction, too distracted by gravity smashing the bottle onto his head. The glass shattered, and fertilizer splashed everywhere on him and the floor, leaving him a dripping mess. His roots started lapping up the puddle that remained. 

“I am… Darkwing Duck!”

[funky-club-penguin-music]

Hey rat lovers~

February 11th, 2020. Almost 3 am EST which meansss.... oumami week day 2 suckahs!!

This one is probably my favorite and will be my longest piece of the week. For a little context, I picked soulmate au AND talent swap for this one! It goes as follows:

AU - whatever you write on your skin shows up on your soulmate’s skin

Rantaro - child caregiver 

Kaede - nurse

Kokichi - chef (not implied or stated, grr)

Anyway, I feel like i left it unfinished, so maybe for day 7 I could do the free day and add onto it? I’d really be into doing that, but I dunno. whatever I do, I know that I should totally continue this at some point!

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Day 2: Soulmate / Talent Swap

Words: 1430 (mmmm)

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The cold water splashed against the sink's rim as Rantaro attempted to get rid of the last bits of leftover ink on his arms. Thankfully, the girls were a little less aggressive with the coloring today. They usually got up to his shoulders… With the final designs turning to a heavy fade from all the scrubbing, he turned off the water and dried his forearms off on his shirt. A glance at the clock on the wall told him it was just nearing 6 pm. Somehow, it was a pretty calm day, which was rare for the daycare. None of the kids were too rowdy at all, which Rantaro was silently glad about. Rethinking the day's events- or lack thereof -he made his way to the door, getting his keys out to lock up the classroom. Next stop, the nurse’s office.

It wasn't too far from his classroom, another thing he was glad about. He hoped Kaede hadn't left yet, but she was usually still here at the end of the day. He peeked in, and there she was at her desk. A few random trinkets sat on it, alongside some sticky notes, a desk plate with her name and her position on it, and a picture of Kaede and a group of other friends. Rantaro could actually name a few of them. He knocked on the door, and she immediately perked up. 

"Come in!" Kaede said as she straightened herself out, placing her black pen back into her breast pocket. She always had it on hand, just in case she needed to write to her soulmate. Although it was obvious from the writing on her arm that all they really talked about was books and music anyway. Rantaro couldn't consider that silly though, he never had anything worth saying to his soulmate in the first place, so who was he to judge her?

He stepped into the office, scratching his arm lightly. Maybe all that scrubbing wasn't such a great idea. Upon seeing him, she lit up. Within a few seconds, she was already trying to show him her arm and explain everything they talked about. Most of it meshed together, but he made sure to listen intently.

"-And this is a book they recommended to me! I could probably find it on Amazon, right? But enough about me!" 

She grinned and pulled her arm back, now starting to pull her hair out of its ponytail. It was obvious to him that she wanted him to braid it, so he extended his hand and grabbed onto a strand of her hair, getting to work on braiding it.

"Tell me about you. How have things been?"

Somehow, her smile got wider. 

Rantaro shrugged as his fingers worked on sectioning the hair.

"Eh, same as always. Nothing much happens usually, y'know?"

Kaede nodded, almost messing up her braid.

"Agreed. Sometimes the routine is nice, but it's getting kind of awkward… Speaking of which, I need some advice," she said with a sigh. 

Oh, advice. He's good at that. Rantaro nodded as he folded one strand of hair over another, quickly forming a neat braid. Kaede took a short breath before diving into her issue.

"Recently, I gave my soulmate my phone number and we've been talking for a long… LONG time!"

She's right about that. Rantaro remembers when they first met, Kaede would often have writing all over her arms and sometimes even legs. Whoever her soulmate was, their hands must be tired from all that writing.

"And… We're thinking about trying to meet up. Do you think we should, or…?"

He left it at silence for a moment as he finished the braid, using a small elastic to hold it together.

"I say go for it. I mean, it's your soulmate after all. If you really want to, and you think it's safe, then what's the worst that could happen?"

Kaede looked at him with wide eyes, quickly straightening out her scrubs before grinning.

"Yeah, yeah! You're right! Thanks Taro, you're the best!"

She quickly gave him a hug before looking at the clock.

"Oop- Gotta go! Thank you again. Seriously, I don't know what I'd do without you." 

With a giddy squeal, she grabbed her bag off the chair and rushed out. That just left him… He'd have to lock up by himself, blegh.

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A calm day was one in a million, as was said among the staff of the daycare. Unfortunately, the statement was proven the next day, in more ways than one. For starters, all the kids seemed to have stored their energy for the exact day that one of the caregivers were unavailable, which left Rantaro with double the kids than usual. Hey, he's the Ultimate Child Caregiver, so he's supposed to be able to handle it. Still, Kaede promised she would help during her free time… Under the promise of free ice cream at the nearby diner of course. Healthy kids were just not her thing.

At the moment, it was roughly 2:30 pm, aka quiet time. Thank God. A good sum of the kids were asleep, besides one or two. The lights were off, and the only source of it was a small bit of sunlight streaming through the window. Rantaro was sitting next to it, with just enough light to see, as Sarah- one of the older girls -doodled with a giggle. He always let her color on his arms, it seemed to satisfy her creative spirit, and her parents seemed happy to not have their daughter come home with messy arms. She seemed pretty stuck on drawing flowers of all sizes, shapes, and colors. It was adorable to watch as she whispered a song to herself and filled in one of the flower's petals. 

Then, something unexpected happened. Sarah went back for another color, and Rantaro admired the colors on his arm, scanning each one carefully. Until he got to his palm. He gasped a little when he saw some words written in handwriting he didn't recognize… It was very child-like, but not messy, and all it read was 'What the fuck?'

Rantaro was less shocked about what it said, but more about how this was one of the few times, or rather the first time in a long time, that his soulmate wrote to him. Hell, when WAS the last time? Maybe this is the first time... Whatever it was, it immediately made him feel fuzzy. He leaned over to the marker box, and grabbed a purple one, quickly writing back in a neat print on his wrist; 'Hello to you too?'

Sarah yawned as she dug through the box again, her eyes shutting every so often. Quiet time didn't last forever, sadly, which prompted him to ask if she wanted to sleep. To that, she nodded and went to a free space on the mat. Wow… He watched in awe as the words formed on his skin, all by themself. No wonder Kaede liked this so much, it looked so cool to watch.

'Wasn't saying hi, but okay.'

Not the best first conversation, but it was something!

'Whatever, nice to meet you!' 

'Damn right'

A bit of an attitude… Rantaro switched to a red marker, just because he thought it looked better.

'So who are you?'

'A person'

'Wow, so impressive. I'm Rantaro!'

'Kokichi and your use of punctuation scares me'

He smiled to himself and looked at the clock. It's almost 3 pm, and he'd have to wake up the kids. No way he was doing that with all this writing on his arm though, no way. He looked back at his arm and tried to fit in as much as he could in as little space as possible. 

'I hate to cut this so short, but I've got stuff to do! If you want I could probably write something later, but right now I need to wash this off. Does that sound okay?'

He was already standing up and walking over to the sink while waiting.

'You didn't need to write an essay for that, but okay'

With that, the scrub process is repeated again, effectively getting out the words and leaving his arms nice and clean. Of course, Sarah would be a little disappointed that her work got washed off, but it's nothing she can't do again. For now, Rantaro spent the last small chunk of quiet time thinking about how nice it felt to finally get a reply… Oh did he have high hopes, and unknown to him right now, they would certainly be exceeded. 

[kazekura-sama]

I don’t want to be the Duchess Rosalia!

"Edith, Let's break up.." A shaky voice from the phone had said, as if something were stuck inside someone was choking their words, biting their tongue.

"Jeremiah, What's wrong?" The girl asked she was in tears she couldn't hide her tears nor her shaky and trembling voice. Her hands were shaking so much she could barely hear his voice through the phone her hands on the wheel were weak as if she were about to faintly scream again. "What do you mean 'what's wrong?' You were annoying that's all, you couldn't stay apart from me for more than a second. You're a b*tch." He made those words sound so hateful and she left her heart beating faster and it felt as if someone squeezed it.

The lights were red and she had to press on the breaks but she didn't, she was so distracted thinking of the call on the phone with her boyfriend or her once boyfriend that now didn't want anything to do with her. Her tears kept streaming down her cheeks and she couldn't see the red lights and the yells from those in front of her and then the accident happened. She had hit her head and almost lost consciousness the phone in her hand was screaming, "Edith! Edith! Are you alright?!" "Hey! That wasn't a part of the deal Jeremiah!" "Sorry.." A woman's voice. What had she done wrong to deserve such a life like this? Had she bothered him that much? Did he really hate her?

She hadn't known that he had cheated on her or if he just didn't like her anymore. She was so oblivious, so energetic she wouldn't know. Where am I? All I see is my pitch-black surroundings and little golden lights in the space of darkness. I only wanted to love and be loved, my parents gave me all they could so that I could attend college, High School and get a nice job and now look at me, a 23-year-old stuck in this place because of the car crash earlier. If only I had another chance at life, but would I have been different and made different choices?

In my next life, I want to be rich and not have to work at all! Yes! I just want to live a life of luxuries! So that I can forget that Idiotic Man! hehe, Even though I'm being surrounded by darkness I'm still here complaining and laughing along by myself. I'm such an Idiot.

Why did I believe him whenever he said he loved me? I'm such an Idiot!

A light flashed in front of me, but where I was going was distant and unknown to me, I felt so afraid but I guess I was finally going to the afterlife. Heaven or hell if it even existed I didn't know it was so uncertain to me. Almost unfamiliar, I felt warmth as I approached the light in front of me, it radiated through my whole body.

"Miss is awake!"

"The Duchess has awoken alert the royal family!"

"Oh my! She's awake! Call the physicians and the Priests to check on her!"

I could hear screams and I opened my eyes to see such a fancy bed and cozy sheets with a cerulean color added to it, just where was I that I was getting so much attention? Who were the people screaming in excitement and for help? It's the first time in many years that I've heard the screams and voice of concern for me. I'm not sure how much time passed in that black atmospheric place, but I'm glad I'm back.

Suddenly I open my eyes fully and blink a few times everyone stands there amazed. I look at my hands and they were so soft and fragile, so skinny you could see the bones popping out. "W-Where am I?"

"Miss, You were in a coma for a few months, after the accident in the carriage along with both the duchess and the duke. You were the only one to survive. Forgive me, Miss."

"It's alright...uh..."

"Oh my, you must've hit your head really hard Miss..." The old maid said, she seemed to be worried and anxious fidgeting with her fingers continuously.

"No I just got stuck for a second I need some water... Please, Melissa?" I said, and smiled at her nicely, her face suddenly lit up and she started running anxiously towards the door and walked out slamming the door harshly. Just where am I? Is this a dream? I must be hallucinating from that car accident. Wait- If I'm a Duchess then that would mean I'm rich, right? I belong to the royal family and that means I can have as many luxuries as I want! I can have whatever dessert I desire! I don't even have to work! Thank you, god! you're are so holy and righteous to have given me my dream life!

"Duchess Rosalia I see you're doing better, better than expected." A woman with white hair and green eyes showed up and she was really beautiful I could really not describe her. There was this weird sensation I felt as if she was not wanted here, "Yes, I'm doing better Your Highness, Beatrix." She is the mother of the crown prince, Elijah Nicolas Theodore, meaning that this kingdom is Theodore. Her name is Beatrix Isadora Theodore, the king's 5th wife.

I can already look through Rosalia's memories and from what I can see she is a very shy and timid girl, but someone used to be her playmate from when she was still 6. After that, the duchess and the duke forbade her from meeting him because he was supposedly ill. Now she doesn't like going near him since she was ordered to be away from him directly from the king and queen of this kingdom.

"I came as soon as I heard you were sick, Rosalia?"

"I-" No I mustn't talk, my throat already feels sore, so I must avoid talking all I can, since I don't want to end up mute. but how can I forget what Jeremiah did to me? What deal was he talking about with that woman? Was she his lover? his new girlfriend? No! No! that is all in the past I must forget all about that disgusting, despicable man!

"Rosalia?"

"Miss, I've brought you some water! Oh! My lady, please forgive me for being so rude and obnoxious...!" I already learned what I must say in this place, it seems that I've been brought back to medieval times. But here there exists what they call saints and saintesses, men and women with holy and divine powers, which was what one of the maids had mentioned earlier, but they said priests instead of saints/saintesses.

"My Dear Rosalia, I'm glad you're alive." Alive my ass! You literally put my life on the line by making up the carriage accident, but then I wouldn't be here, to begin with so, I guess I should also thank you for giving me so much money and inheritance. Thanks, Aunt Beatrix. She sat on my bed and hugged me with tears in her eyes, maybe because she knows I'm timid and I wouldn't dare do anything to her or maybe because she's queen she dares do that.

Edith, You can do this! You too can act like her!

"My Dear Aunt I too was afraid during the carriage accident, I was so afraid I didn't know what to expect and I was in utter grief when I learned of my parents' deaths." Once those words slipped out of my mouth she had distanced herself and she was in utter shock and disbelief but I wanted it to seem real so I grew tears in my eyes, and it seemed like a river of sadness and happiness for the wealth I was suddenly inheriting. I sit up in my bed and then I notice the white seamed dress on my slim, fragile body. This girl, Rosalia, has never exercised or even practiced the sword. How useless.

"Rosalia...I'm so sorry to hear that..." She said weeping, as if they were even related, I'm sorry my ass! what the hell is she even talking about?! She's just talking trash! I'm seriously going to beat her up someday, if she weren't the queen I would've already seen to her execution.

"I'll get better, Queen Beatrix, your highness, but may I ask why you're here?"

"I heard the news of the carriage accident so I wanted to see you as soon as possible."

"I see..." She's so good at faking it all! even Rosalia was afraid of hurting the queen in some way because of her power, the power and wealth she held in her hands. her son is nothing like her though since she is only his stepmother. haha! Blegh! She's a witch, a beautiful witch that can hex people whenever. ugh, I hate this. When will this end?

----Kazekura-Sama! out!

[clownsgobeepbeep]

I didn’t realize there were more! 59

59.)Halloween

Let’s see some younger clowns...~

For most people, the night had finally come to an end. Parents headed back home with their children as others also returned due to curfews placed onto them. One of these kids, one older yet still young, sat on his bed inside his room.

He removed the boots he had been wearing, his overalls coming along before he instead wore a pair of jeans and old sneakers. Once done, a jacket came along and he stood up, approaching his bedroom door. Ever so gently, he opened it just the slightest bit, backing away as he heard footsteps.

“Aster, I swear I’m alright. It’s probably all the chocolate I’ve been eating. The baby has been craving it more than ever.”

“Are you sure you don’t need any medicine? I could carry you-”

“Aster.”

“Alright, alright.” came the chuckling from the boy who listened on making sure they didn’t know he had change out of his costume into a new set of clothes rather than his pajamas.

With a sigh of relief, he waited till he heard their bedroom door shut before he made sure to close his door tight to make it seem like he was finally asleep after a night of trick or treating. 

He walked over to his window, opening it before climbing down as carefully as possible, soon hopping onto the grass next to his house. After taking just a few steps, he stood still as he heard somebody speaking.

“Cosmos?”

He held his breath for a moment, not wanting to respond to the soft voice.

“Cosmos? Is that you?”

...yes.”

“What are you doing outside?” Cosmos walked towards the next nearest window, a lit pumpkin right on the still in front of Cosmos’s little sister who was still wearing her costume no doubt.

“Um...I was taking the faster route to the backyard, especially since mom and dad would tell me to go back inside.”

“Liar.”

"I’m not lying!” Cosmos exclaimed in a whisper while Jelly pet the pumpkin in front of her, making sure its flame didn’t go out. “Okay, okay...I’m gonna go hang out with Ace, that’s all.”

“I wanna go.”

“What? No! It’s past your bedtime Jelly. Besides, there’s going to be a lot more spooky stuff and I don’t want you to see any of it.”

“Is that why you have egg cartons behind your back?” Jelly plainly blinked at her brother who pinched the bridge of his nose. He loves his sister and would do anything for her, but tonight...at least what he was about to do, he didn’t want her involved. Maybe when she was older.

“We’re just gonna have some Halloween fun is all.”

“I wanna go.”

“Jelly-”

“Well, okay.”Jelly gave a small shrug, her finger trailing around the pumpkin’s cuttings. “I should call daddy in here, tell him I need a glass of water. Maybe he should take one to your room too.”

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With a large, orange lollipop in one hand, and her brother’s hand in the other, Jelly licked her candy as she walked down the sidewalk besides Cosmos. She glanced around the neighborhood, some decorations still on and on display, others not so much.

How sad, she thought to herself, looking to the front as she and her brother came across pumpkin remains on the ground. Jelly stopped walking, as her did her brother, right before she let go of his his hand and touched the remains.

Soon enough, every piece shook, moving across the ground as they all assembled into their previous selves. The once again pumpkins even lit up inside, not a single crack in sight.

“You know, you don’t have to bring every smashed pumpkin we come across back.”

“But I want to. They never deserved such treatment.” Jelly continued walking, taking another lick of her lollipop. “Besides, people require them so they are protected during Samhain.”

“Of course, sorry. Is that why you’re still wearing your costume, Little Miss Riding Hood?” Cosmos chuckled at his sister who gave a nod. “Hey look, we’re here.”

Cosmos pointed to a large house, obviously abandoned as there was nobody in sight and there were no Halloween decorations.

“Took you long enough. Thought you wouldn’t come.”

“Sorry, I had a bit of a hold up.” Cosmos opened the gate as he lead Jelly through the front yard, and she admired all the dead plant life.

“Why’s she here?”

“She, uh...it doesn’t matter.” Cosmos and Jelly now stood in front of a boy around Cosmos’ age. “You grab anything?”

“Some rocks to smash windows. And these masks.”

“Why are you going to smash windows, Ace?” Jelly looked up at the taller kid who stared down at her with an angry expression, though that was just how he always looked.

“Does she know?”

“No, but I don’t think she’ll tell.”

“We’re smashing windows and throwing eggs, also pulling pranks. On people who don’t give out candy and whatever.”

“Oh.” Jelly blinked up at him, Ace then turning back to Cosmos as he now showed Ace the contents in the backpack he brought along. “What am I going to do?”

“Nothing.”

“Dude.” Cosmos nudged Ace who rolled his eyes. “You are going to...be the backpack carrier. Super special job, especially since-”

“That sounds boring.”

“Well, how about...um...” Cosmos looked around, trying to find some kind of solution, until he caught side of a dead tree. “...you be the life bringer? Yeah! You bring everything in Ace’s yard back to life!”

“Hey! I don’t want nobody touchin’ my-” Ace argued, Cosmos clasping a hand over his mouth.

“I’m sure he won’t mind. Maybe you can even bring up some nice flowers that’ll make it look more Halloween-ish, ya know?”

Jelly gave a nod to her brother who pat her head, then walking away with Ace who didn’t bother looking at her. She watched them walked through the front yard until reaching the gate, Cosmos giving one last wave to Jelly before he and Ace disappeared into the night. Meanwhile, Jelly hopped onto each porch step until reaching the concrete ground, crouching down to touch a flower that soon came back to life.

Jelly continued doing this for a while until she stopped moving, feeling as she was somewhat pulled back. She turned to look for the cause of this, tugging on her red cloak before realizing that it had gotten caught on some old roots or twigs in the ground. So, she attempted to tug the cloth away to no avail, then walking back and manually removing it from whatever it was caught on. 

As Jelly reached out to grab it, the twigs gave a twitch before moving and taking hold of Jelly’s wrist which made her gasp and pull back. Jelly pulled as hard as she could until eventually falling backwards, the twig, or hand, whatever it was, it was still grabbing onto her wrist. 

Her little legs kicked around, eventually striking something she could tell was a jaw, and she kicked so hard she heard a crack as she was finally released.

“That hurt!” came a strange sounding voice, almost distorted.

Jelly crawled backwards as she stared at the new figure, noticing glowing eyes on a shadow-like body.

“What was that for!?”

As the figure stood up, giving a long stretch as cracks were heard, even when holding its jaw. Jelly was rather confused to see what...who, this was...it just stood there, eventually turning to Jelly with a tilt of its head.

“Wait a minute, who are you?” it now leaned in towards Jelly who glanced to every side before looking back. “Have I seen you somewhere around here?”

She slowly shook her head while the thing lifted a hand, or claw actually, moving away some of Jelly’s fringe that covered her features.

“You smell familiar. But also like fish...and flowers. You smell like a Halloween candy I could just eat up!”

Jelly leaned back before the figure gave a laugh, a rather funny one.

“But I won’t do that, especially because you smell of surprise and not fear, which is what I love to eat. What do you love eating?”

“Fish.” Jelly finally responded, making the figure give a laugh once again.

“So do you speak! But not a very lot, I like that!” they exclaimed, eventually reaching down to the ground next to Jelly, picking up a dead flower. “I saw you were doing something with these tiny things, how about you show me that trick again?”

The child reached over and touched the flower, leaving her hand on it for a while until returning to its former self.

“So, do you just make it look pretty, or-”

“Life.” Jelly interrupted. “Bring it back.”

“...? Oh! Oh I see! You bring it back to life, that’s purely wonderful!” Jelly heard before having her wrist be grabbed again, feeling as she was pulled up onto her feet and started to be dragged. “I have this funny game we should play! We should go to the cemetery right now and try some tricks on the-”

“Wait!” Jelly dug her little feet into the ground, making the figure turn to her pretty surprised. “I have to stay...wait for my brother...”

“Blegh, brother! Who needs brothers? Or even sisters? Especially parents?”

“Me...I love them all...”

“Well I hate mine! Now come on, I don’t think that brother of yours would mind! I like you a really lot already, we could be great friends!”

“Friend?”

“Oh yeah! Maybe more or whatever they say, you have really cool tricks from what I can tell and-” the figure stopped moving, which had been walking turned into floating, as another figure now stood in front of them. “Who the heck are you?”

“Leave the child alone. Make like a tree, and leave.”

“What? But why?”

“Now.”

Jelly peeked from behind the figure, her wrist being released again as she looked into green eyes that glared at the one in front of her.

“Why should I? I just want a friend is all.”

“Because I said so.”

“You can see him too?” Jelly whispered, astonished and everything she was hearing and seeing.

“Well, no.”

“No?”

“I’m not leaving her! You can’t make me!”

“Do you really want to try me?”

“What are you gonna do, huh?” the one in front of Jelly asked, seeing how the new person leaned closely into their face with a deep frown. “Ya know what? I don’t got time for this, I’ll just leave. Idiot ruining our fun.”

They soon got on all fours, crawling away from Jelly before sinking into the ground as only their torso and head were left out of the ground.

“Happy Halloween, Jelly~”

Soon enough , they disappeared and from what could be told, actually left rather than just bury themself in the ground. Jelly turned to the other person who continued glaring at the spot, then turning to Jelly with a soft smile.

“What are you doing out here all alone?”

“Cosmos left with Ace to prank people.” Jelly shrugged before feeling a cold air hit her shoulder as the person placed a hand on it, technically speaking.

“Come, let us go back to your home.”

“But what about-”

“Cosmos can deal with it once he rushes back home in a panic. I am sorry to say this, but he deserves the frantic panic and scolding from your mother that he will receive once home.”

“Oh, okay.” Jelly nodded, walking alongside the person who made sure nobody else was around, just to be safe. They accompanied Jelly who did not realize that glowing eyes were staring at her and the person from behind some Halloween displays, but her friend sure did.

“Jelly?”

“Yes?”

“You are a very special girl. Make sure you roam around this world and others as carefully as possible. Everybody wants a special girl like you.”

[benes-diction]

15 Questions & 15 Mutuals

Are you named after anyone?

I was actually named after my mother’s best friend, who unfortunately died in a car crash sixteen days before I was born.

Last time you cried?

Earlier today, because some good, good friendos aggressively complimented my writing and I happy-cried because I’m a sap.

Do you have any kids?

Thankfully, no. Unless you count furbabies.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Never. (Too much.)

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Other than their appearance? Speech patterns.

What’s your eye color?

Brown? Green? Hazel? Chartreuse? Ish? I dunno. 

Scary movie or happy ending?

Scary movies make me paranoid, and happy endings make me cry. Can I switch this out for comedic bad endings where everyone dies but the narrator cracks a joke about it?

Any special talents?

Uh... usually I can bond with a cat pretty quickly! Dogs, too, but not quite as quickly because... excitable puppers are a bit too high-energy for me.

Where were you born?

About an hour or so away from where I live now.

Hobbies?

I scribble and doodle a fair amount. 

Do you have any pets?

Yup! Six cats from three different litters, plus some local strays that we feed and have little shelters set up for.

What sports have you played?

Casually, American football and volleyball. Volleyball is fun. But for a school team or something like that? None. Zip. Nada.

How tall are you?

About 5′8″ when I last checked.

Favorite subjects in school?

English Lit, World History, and the Art elective in high school. In college, it was Psychology, Sociology, and Abnormal Psych. I would include literature in that but unfortunately, I had a professor who managed to ruin my love of reading in one semester. I hate teachers who push their interpretations on their students. Blegh.

Dream job?

One day, I’d like to be able to call myself a published author and make a living off a couple of books I’ve written, maybe make enough to get my grandparents a more disability-friendly home. But... probably not gonna happen. I still dream, though. \o/

Tagged by: @fracturedfantasia

Tagging: Some of these questions might be too personal for some people’s comfort, so hey mutuals, if you’d like to fill this out, bam. You’re tagged. Otherwise, no pressure.

[halfdiamondpick]

Rose/Jade Petplay (Musk, Petplay, Humiliation)

ROSE: Could I ask a favor from you? JADE: sure rose! what is it? :o ROSE: So, you know how Kanaya's birthday is coming up soon? JADE: do they even call them birthdays? ROSE: Does that even matter? JADE: i guess not! ROSE: Well I want to get her a gift. JADE: yes ROSE: And I want your help making her that gift. JADE: im with you so far :p ROSE: Could you help me with that? JADE: you havent told me what it is yet!! ROSE: It's a little difficult for me to say. JADE: why?? ROSE: Approaching someone with a gift like this is difficult. JADE: what's difficult about giving your girlfriend a gift on her birthday! ROSE: She's your girlfriend too- and are we married to the word birthday? JADE: rose ROSE: Hold on, I think we ought to go back to the whole "birthday/wriggling day" dichotomy again. JADE: dont change the subject ROSE: By context alone, it'd be obvious to one what the other meant when they said wriggling day versus birthday, JADE: stop it ROSE: But are we sure that "birthday" conjures up the same emotions for us that a Troll's "wriggling day" does them? Perhaps we need to invent a new word that blends the two. JADE: why are you avoiding saying it? ROSE: What emotion does the word birthday make you feel? JADE: frustrated! ROSE: Yes, you're right, Kanaya would be annoyed, wouldn't she? Okay, let's call this whole thing off then. JADE: ROSE!! ROSE: It's settled, we'll call it birgling day. JADE: JADE: what do you want my help with? ROSE: Can you teach me to be more like you? - When Rose had asked for her help preparing a gift for Kanaya, Jade figured it would be, like, something too expensive to afford for one person. Or measuring for a new bra, as she and Kanaya were about the same proportions.

At no point had she imagined that Rose would ask her how to act like a dog.

Petplay was something they'd approached in their relationship before, with Rose taking a passive role during scenes; preferring to wait to the side while Jade and Kanaya had fun. She never seemed bothered by sitting out before, though maybe she was always secretly itching to join in? But besides that, Jade had always pegged Rose as more of a cat person... "you want to start by getting naked, then dropping onto your hands and knees on the grass," instructed Jade. Rose did as she was told, albeit with some hesitation about getting on all fours. The warm Pacific sun belted down on their island home, keeping things nice and hot even in the shade, so there was no problem being naked outside (and even if there were, Jade would still push for it). In spite of that fact though, a shiver still ran down the pale girl's back. The three girls had moved onto an island in the new-universe (newniverse?), reminiscent of Jade's home growing up, because they valued their privacy from the Carapacians (and the rest of their friends). But even with the certainty that nobody else would see, Rose was still embarrassed to be doing this. Not the being naked- that was commonplace in the dynamic of their relationship. The part about acting, um... sugary? Puerile. Drippy? She was running out of words. Blegh. Hokey??? Even thinking the definitions of those words made the dour young lady recoil. Despite her nauseation however, whenever Rose pictured herself as a goofy mutt drooling affection all over her girlfriends,  she got extremely turned on. Actually, that was where Jade came into all of this. "good girl rose!", she beamed happily, "now when you you hear me call you a good girl youd wag your tail by shaking your hips back and forth," Jade continued, "but since you havent got one of those yet you can just bark instead!" And there it was, the reason why the infinitely-merry, unendingly-exuberant Jade was the ideal person to teach mirthless, cynical Rose. Jade's cheery disposition, combined with her refusal to acknowledge a subject as taboo, made her great at breaking through Rose's defenses. Most other people would give up after she'd manage to retreat behind another wall of snark and misdirections, but Jade never lost sight of the plot. "Could we, um, go over that again?" Rose asked, looking up at Jade with a sheepish expression. "whats wrong rose?" asked Jade, undeterred. "It's just... I'm a little embarrassed about "barking" like an animal. It seems so... yuck. Silly?" Rose responded, looking past the tanned girl's head, and wringing her fingers along the back of her neck to show how uncomfortable she was. "Could we come back to that later?" Jade quibbled with her lip. "would it help you feel less embarrassed if i got down on all fours with you?" she asked Rose, doing her best to remain patient. Jade always knew this was going to be a challenge, because Rose is such an austere girl, but she'd asked for her friend's help to be less stuffy, and no crappy excuses were going to stop Jade from giving it to her! "Huh? Uhm, no, I think that might make it even more difficult, Jade." "how come?" "I would prefer it if someone were above me, since I'd only be doing this for their sake." "thats not true! its what you want as well" "Why would I personally want-- "you want to be on all fours, with your tongue hanging out," "Maybe, If you or Kanaya--" "smelling me and kanaya's butts!" "Dogs do more than sniff butts, you know. They also sniff other things." "youd look really embarrassing with a big dopey grin and a rubber chew toy between your teeth :b" "Yes, I imagine that I would, though--" "and you would love every moment of it!" "Jade! Are you even listening to me?" "do you want me to help you get over your shame?" "Of course I do, but--" "then quit making excuses and admit that youd like to be a horny little doggie, rose!" . . .No reply. Just a pouty noise, a faint trembling, and Rose's legs shuffled together. Jade huffed and kneeled down next to the blonde girl. Maybe exposing Rose as the pervert she really is isn't the way forward. While considering a new approach, she turned her head and noticed Rose's dick-- now half-erect and leaking precum down her thigh. She was getting turned on, being called out like that! "oh!!" Jade placed one hand on Rose's thigh, scooping up some of the sticky fluid with her fingers, while the other squeezed and groped the blonde's ass. "looks like you're already halfway there :p" Jade teased. Her words were met with more excited trembling, but Rose still didn't say a word. "so you can't say it out loud, but you know it's true?" The blonde curled her fingers and toes, ripping some blades of grass up from the ground. She didn't know why it was so hard for her to just say the things she'd like to have, but getting close to outright saying it made her so excited, so she was glad Jade wasn't giving up on her. Perhaps, she worried, admitting that she liked being humiliated would cure the anxiety, and then it would cease to be humiliating, and therefor enjoyable? Judging from the conflicted look on the blonde girl's face, Jade could picture the argument happening inside Rose's head.  You didn't need to have mind powers to know Rose was getting stuck in a loop worrying about how having fun would disturb her image as a tight-ass respectable young lady. So while Rose continued to absorb herself in thought, Jade continued feeling up her backside; feathering her fingertips up and down Rose's squirming thighs, and stroking the head of the girl's prick with the aide of some of the precum she'd collected earlier. Rose didn't have to say anything for Jade to know she was enjoying herself- the twitching of her shaft between Jade's fingers as she worked spoke volumes. "come on rose! you cant say that you arent enjoying this can you?" "I can, and might! Granted, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't, and that would only be because _you've_ been playing with my dick." she scoffed, with a great amount of stubbornness in her voice. "You haven't proven anything other than "sex feels good" and I think the verdict was already in about that, dearest." What a brat! Well then fine! If Rose needed to blame her reactions on somebody else in order to start having fun, then that's what Jade would do for her. Settling on that course of action, Jade moved her messy fingers up by Rose's mouth. "Weren't you supposed to be proving something about me "wanting to be on all fours smelling your-- huh?" The dour young woman snapped out of her rant. "Ew, Jade, what are you do-" but the hand interrupted her, smearing some of the precum on her pale lips. "its called rubbing their nose in it!!!! come on rosie, you made a mess, so you gotta clean it up" Rose recoiled and tried to move her head away, but Jade's hand followed her wherever she went. "Eugh, the smell..." "you should try and sound more disgusted if you want me to believe you actually dont like it" Rose wanted to blurt out "I hate it!" but as the syllables started to form on her lips, Jade's hand nearly budged on in, so she thought it best to just take this loss. No reason she couldn't hum a pitiful whine or two, though.

In spite of her protests, Rose's heart throbbed with excitement at the disrespect of it all. This was *exactly* what she needed. Jade had noticed. Even so, she had appearances to maintain, and Rose defiantly kept her mouth shut; so Jade wiped her fingers under the blonde's nose, rubbing the precum into her skin and embedding the smell  so everywhere she turned stunk of her own crotch. While the blonde jerked her head around insincerely, Jade reached back and grabbed another glob of precum off her thighs. When presented with the 'fresh' batch, Rose's eyes lit up and she took a sharp inhale of musk, accidentally sounding a little _too excited_ to see it. "oh did someone like that? :)" Jade beamed a great big bucktoothed smile at her friend. Rose didn't just like it, she *loved* it. A composed and calculated kind of girl on the surface, who secretly loves stinky odors and having embarrassing messes shoved in her face. "there's other things i can make you smell if you like," Jade offered, appearifying the lime-green panties off her body and suspending them infront of Rose. "you just have to do one thing for me!" Finally capitulating, Rose looked up into Jade's eyes, with a deep red blush across her face, then back down at the hand. She stuck her tongue out and surrendered to licking her own fluids off of Jade's fingers. The taste wasn't new to her at all. In fact, she'd tasted herself plenty of times, when nobody was looking; always fantasizing a scenario like this could play out one day, if she would just allow herse-- if SOMEBODY ELSE just forced her to. Rose felt a great wash of shame come over her, but also a lot of relief, finally giving in and submitting to her baser urges. This was right where she wanted to be, humiliated and complying for the opportunity to be further humiliated. This was good. "that's a good girl rose!!!" Jade praised her, turning her hand about to let Rose's tongue reach every spot between and clean them completely. Rose felt the other hand come down softly on her hair. "are you going to continue to be good, or do i need to humiliate you some more first?" Rose pulled her lips off Jade's finger with an audible *pop*. As much as she enjoyed the threat of that, she wanted to have as many other dirty experiences as she could before her nerves finally  caught up. "I'll be good. What else can I do for you?" "nuh-uh-uh! not so fast! you still havent even done the first thing i asked you to do" "What? Were there more disgusting bodily fluids you wanted me to degrade myself with? I licked your hand spotless!" spewed Rose, incredulously. "no silly!! you were supposed to bark for me remember?" Rose sat up on her knees, petrified. Shit. She had completely forgotten about that. "Well... I suppose, since you've been nothing but supportive of me up until now, aside from a little friendly, um, "teasing", I have no reason to believe you'll judge me too harshly for what will surely be a pawltry attempt at first," Rose loquaciously explained, then cleared her throat. "So, without further delay-" "did you add in a silent w to paltry >:?" "What? Maybe. How can you hear a silent letter?" "my dog ears are just that powerful!" Well that stopped her in her roll. "Are they powerful enough to hear what I'm thinking?" 'har har miss smartypants :p but yes, they can hear when your heart starts pumping with excitement" ...! Rose suddenly realized how transparent she must have been to Jade the entire time. "since youve made so much progress already, im gonna let you have a treat first" Not entirely off the hook, but maybe this will be okay. "roll over!" "What, like frontways?" "no! like turnways!! >:\ but you already knew that" "Sorry, you know these things don't come to me naturally." "just hurry up and show me your tummy or ill make you have to beg to get it!!!!" "..." Figuring Jade might actually make good on that threat, Rose saw no alternative but to comply, and so, flopped over onto her back. Arms outstretched. Or, held tightly to her sides? Crossed over her stomach? She shot a look towards Jade that seemed to be asking what to do with her hands, but the tanned girl just watched her squirm with a big bucktooth-y grin about her. Rose felt awfully- eurgh- silly just laying there on the grass, posture as stiff as a board. Nervously, she lifted her hands up and curled them into the resemblance of a loose paw grip, then turned to see how Jade responded in kind. Pretty exuberantly, it would seem. Jade practically had stars in her eyes as she looked down at Rose. "oooh my goooosh" she exclaimed, grabbing one of Rose's paws in her hands and shaking it. "now youve really earned this" she moved onto her knees next to Rose's head, "keep holding them up just like that," Jade encouraged, while lowering her arm to pin down Rose's head. "Earned wha--" Her eyes lit up wide in realization, and she tried to move away, but was too slow. The dense black tangle of Jade's furry armpit hair came crashing down over her face and she was helpless to stop it! With the heat from the sun already enough to make the girls sweaty when naked, anybody's pits would be a little damp. But combine that with the amount of heat that Jade's armpit hair traps under there, and Rose was practically drowning. Then there was the smell. With such thick and swampy underarms, Jade was always carrying a slightly unpleasant odor around with her. Today, though, she'd been scurrying about the island, getting things ready to help Rose, and the sweat she'd worked up from all that running around was just starting to turn sour. "You call this a treat?!" she stammered, inflating her cheeks to show she was holding her breath and certainly did NOT intend to indulge in these nasty things. "oh please!!! like you dont love it!" Jade chided, bringing her free hand down to wrap around Rose's shaft, "did you think i wasnt gonna notice if you bring up smells like a HUNDRED times???" she continued, emphasizing the word with a gentle poke to the head of Rose's rock-hard dick. "...It was only three..." Rose pouted. "shhhh!!!!" Jade hushed her, by dragging her soaked armpit down to cover Rose's mouth, bathing the whole area with a warm, slimy trail of sweat. "now enjoy your "belly rub" and keep those hands up!" She lifted the musky armpit back up to the demure Lalonde's nose, then started to jerk her off. The dirty, disgusting scent flooded into Rose's senses and her olfactory nerves screamed to get away, but a heat from her loins demanded even louder that she stay put; leaking a river of juices both from the head of her prick, and her agape mouth. "breath iiiiiiin," Jade stroked up Rose's length, "and ooooout," she teased, stroking back down the length in rhythm. Rose, to her credit, kept her hands curled up into paws the whole time. Her knuckles turning white as she writhed in humiliated ecstasy. Her toes mimicking a similar pattern to her fingers, while her legs flit aimlessly on the grass as she neared a tremendous finish. "i cant wait to show you off to kanaya~" Jade whispered, and apparently that was exactly what Rose needed to hear, as she cried out unrestrainedly, and dumped spurt after spurt of viscous, slippery cum all over her tummy and Jade's palm!

Both of them lay like that for a minute; Rose continuing to pant and moan, and Jade slowly peeling her messy hand away from the former's dick. The silence finally broke by a pair of lime green panties falling onto the ground beside Rose. Jade giggled and rolled off, laying down on the grass next to Rose.

"do you realize that you finally barked?" "I did..? I suppose I must've. Well, did I at least sound good?" "you sounded soooooo cute" "Thank you." "but i think we should work on your enunciation :p" "You stink!" Rose laughed, shoving Jade by the shoulder and covering her face with her hand.

"so! we can either start on leg humping or put a plug in your butt and practise tail-wagging!" "..." - Whrrrrrr! Drowning out other sounds, the noise of the sewing machine buzzing away at a bolt of fabric over and over was all she could hear the last several hours, content to be tucked away inside of her room fashioning a new dress for herself, until suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Oh" she said with a start, accidentally wrinkling the fabric below her wrists. "Please Come In" spoke Kanaya softly, fidgeting with the cloth in her hands as she swiveled around to look at the door. "happy birgling day!" Jade beamed excitedly, holding an emerald green leash that lead down to where a naked, collared, and leashed Rose Lalonde crawled in on all fours. A set of dog ears on a headband adorned her blonde hair, and she wore a matching tail plug in her ass. Her face was flushed bright red as she spoke: "Um... woof."