#maybe later I will make version with normal sized eyes

[doctorriri]

yippee ^_^

[snowthedemonfox]

So we got some screenshots for Ep 3, and I'm going to talk about some things I've noticed + some theories

I went off for over an hour in the bunnydoll burrow's VC talking about everything I noticed, but I'm realising writing it all down would be a smarter move, cause I know I'd forget it. If I've missed anything you think is important, let me know! I'll edit this post with new notes.

Let's start with the first screenshot, because that just makes the most sense:

The elephant in the room is the realistic human hand. I don't doubt this is the scene that has some level of blood and gore in it. We can't see what the hand is connected to, but whatever it is, it seems to be taller than Pomni and Kinger. They're both looking up, and the camera angle is facing down towards them both.

We can see 2 heads hanging from the wall behind Kinger, and what we can assume to be a 3rd behind the desk behind the hand.

One of these heads, as many have pointed out, seems to resemble Pomni. The face is entirely white, what I can assume is an eye seems to be the same size as Pomni's, and you can see that familiar looking hair on the side.

Even the other two things we see look like other members of the cast!

The head to the right of Kinger looks like Ragatha. It's got the hair, and even the face looks to be made of actual fabric, like a real doll. It seems whatever these things are, they're meant to look like more 'horror' versions of the characters.

(Side note, but if I had to guess, if Glitch releases a 3rd sticker sheet for episode 3, I wouldn't surprised if we got a new set of icon variations for the main cast. But instead of candy, we get these horror versions instead. I think that'd be cool, and I really hope that's what happens.)

You could even go as far to say the 'human' hand we're seeing is from the horror version of Kinger. Like I said before, the camera is looking down at them. Why would it be looking down? Because whatever's looking at them, is attached to the wall.

Moving onto other details in the room, we can see there's a chair behind Pomni with some kind of light on it. At first, I thought this might have been the tape recorder from the February trailer, but you can see the tape recorder is on a desk, not a chair.

And while there is a desk in the room, whatever is on there doesn't look like a tape recorder. It looks more like a photo, or some kind of radio.

The giant 'M' on the rug. We know the ghost lady's name is Martha Mildenhall, so this probably implies she owns the mansion the gang are exploring. Why would she need their help, though? Maybe whatever force is moving the hand in the screenshot, is some kind of 'evil' ghost, and that's why Pomni and the others are there to help. There's evil ghosts inhabitating the mansion, and Martha needs help to get rid of them. It's simple, it's your basic video game quest, it seems like a normal adventure plot that Caine would come up with.

There seems to be something behind the chair, but I can't make out if it's a door, some curtains, or some kind of closet. The lighting isn't doing me any favours. Either way, I doubt it's important to the episode, probably just background decoration.

As for my other thoughts that aren't as related to the screenshot itself, I do believe that everyone is going to be split up. Obviously Kinger and Pomni are working together, but I'm still not sure if Jax would be hanging with Ragatha & Gangle, or if he'd be off doing his own thing. As for Zooble, I'll get to them later.

And this might just be me looking into things too much, but it almost looks like one of Kinger's eyes is focused entirely on whatever is behind the camera, while the other isn't focused at all. Like he's half paying attention to the 'danger' he and Pomni are in.

But that's really all I have to say about the first screenshot. Let's move onto the main event:

Again, let's get the obvious out of the way: new Zooble design! They've got some new parts, like the arms, unicorn horn, and the blocky yellow and pink thing, but also some old parts, like the bluish-green ring, and their classic black and white antenna. So far, I like this design! I'm happy to see that they've decided to mix things up a bit. Not my favourite design, but still decent. They've got good taste.

Before I talk about Zooble and Caine, I first want to talk about the location they're in. At first, I thought this might've been Zooble's room, but looking closer, it's obviously not. Then I thought it was that little desk area at the end of the dorm hallway.

But nope, the hallway has different plants, picture frames, wallpaper, and no chairs to be seen. The plants we can see look similar to those seen in Caine's resturant realm from Ep 1, so I think I can safely guess that this is a new location, made specifically for him and Zooble to chat.

Speaking of that, I think that's going to be the driving point of Zooble's character development this episode. Something is going to convince them to join the future adventures, and it seems this will be that something. We know thanks to the AMA, that Zooble not going on adventures is important to their character, so having their episode focus on this topic makes sense.

What I can assume happened to lead up to this interaction is this:

Caine announced the adventure, and just like in both Ep 1&2, Zooble immediately expresses that they are not interested, and walks off. Caine can't really do anything about it yet, so he focuses on everyone else. Explains the rest of the adventure to them, and sends them on their way.

He then catches up to Zooble before they reach wherever they planned on going, and teleports them both to this new room. It looks almost like some kind of waiting room, or a room where they're both supposed to talk things out. It's got the comfy chairs, wall art, I wouldn't be surprised if there's a little table between them.

Zooble, obviously, is not impressed. They don't care about Caine's adventures, and want nothing to do with whatever he has planned for them in the meantime. Caine, on the other hand, just wants to figure out why Zooble doesn't want to go on his adventures. He spends so much time figuring them out! Just for the humans! Why won't Zooble participate!?

This very likely evolves into an argument between the two. I like how Caine is clearly angry in this screenshot. It's nice to see him show some more variety when it comes to emotion!! Zooble doesn't care for whatever Caine is saying, and Caine just wants to understand why they don't care.

Something happens, maybe they do talk it out, maybe something else, but by the end of the episode, Zooble decides that maybe going on a few adventures isn't that bad. I think it's way too early to guess what happens in that huge timeskip, but for now, this is the best I've got.

I feel Zooble's arc in this episode might touch on a few topics, like how while they might think staying by themselves all day and doing their own thing is better for them, isolating themselves isn't doing anyone any favours, and that, for lack of a better term, going 'outside' every once in a while can't hurt.

... and that's pretty much all I can think of to say regarding these two screenshots! I'm sure we'll get to learn more as the episode release gets closer, but I'm excited to see how things turn out!! :3

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Not You

Summary: While Dean and the reader are working a djin case, the hunt goes wrong and they wind up stuck in the djin’s perfect little world made just for them. Dean owns his own successful line of garages and the reader is a school teacher and stay at home mom to their three small kids. Dean and the reader know it’s not real and that they have to find a way out before they get sucked into their own bubble of happiness...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: language, fight

A/N: Enjoy!

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“Oh, crap,” said Dean. You blinked open your eyes, taking in a bright, sunny room. Sitting up, you found yourself in a bed, a king sized bed, soft sheets all around you. Looking at Dean you found him staring at you, green eyes slightly narrowed.

“Did that djin get the drop on us?” you asked, turning your head and taking in the nice master bedroom.

“Good, it’s you,” he said, giving you a quick hug. “But also, crap it’s you.”

“Sam will come and find us,” you said.

“Or if we bite the bullet in here, it’ll be enough to shock us back awake,” said Dean. “I bet this place has a kitchen with some fancy knives or something.”

“This better not hurt,” you said, rolling out of bed the same time as him. 

“Hopefully we’re not strung up out in the real world,” said Dean. He took your hand and you walked out the door.

You nearly fell back on your feet when something went past quickly and down the hall.

“Sorry mom!” said a boy, probably around ten years old.

“Dad, can we have pancakes for breakfast?” said a girl, maybe a year or two older, rushing out of a bedroom nearby.

“I want bacon,” said another girl, this one around seven if you had to guess. She went with the other ones down to the stairs before they all ran down them, pairs of feet rushing around below you.

“Who’s dream world is this?” you asked.

“I always wanted a little girl with you,” he said quietly, pulling you back into the room.

“I wanted three kids,” you said, Dean pursing his lips. “We’re sharing a dream world.”

“Apple pie life,” said Dean. He shut his eyes and sighed. “We need to wake up.”

“Agreed,” you said. You and Dean walked down the hall and down the stairs to the landing, then down some more, finding two kids sitting on a couch watching cartoons, the littlest one sucking on a juice pouch as she climbed up onto a counter stool.

“Daddy. Bacon please,” she said. You went past her and to a butcher block full of knives, grabbing two and skirting out of the room. “Daddy?”

“We’ll be back in a minute,” said Dean, following you around the corner to a dining room in the front of the house.

“Just do it quick before we get sucked in,” you said. 

“Wait,” said Dean, grabbing your wrist. “The djin. It didn’t glow blue, remember? Wasn’t it like purple?”

“Yeah? So?”

“What if it’s a different version of djin, you know, like the one with Charlie was,” he said.

“If we stay, we die,” you said.

“We could end up killing ourselves if we do this. A purple djin is not normal. I just...give Sam a little more time to find us. If we don’t snap out of by the morning, we do it then.”

“Dean, one night in here-”

“It’s one day. I survived out in the real world for a day in here,” he said.

“We have no idea if time works the same. We could be-”

“One hour then,” he said.

“I can live with an hour,” you said. “In the meantime...let’s cook breakfast for our fake kids.”

“Alright. I could do with some bacon myself.”

About fifty nine minutes later you were watching Dean laugh with the girl that’d requested bacon. Dean had promised to make cookies with her after breakfast and they were busy washing up some dishes in the sink. The boy and girl tucked into either side of you on the couch.

“You’re not real,” you said, loud enough for them to hear you in the kitchen.

“Of course we are,” said the boy next to you. You stood up and Dean walked over, resting his hands on your arms.

“One more hour?” he asked.

“No. We’re getting suckered in as is,” you said. He frowned and gripped you tighter. “Ow.”

“One more hour,” he said.

“Oh fuck!” you said, Dean grabbing you and pulling you flush against his chest. “You’re not Dean.”

“Took you long enough,” he smirked. The kids disappeared and he wrapped a strong arm around your back, pining you to him. “In case you’re unaware, purple djin? They do something special...you’ve read about it before in the lore…”

“Oh god,” you said, trying to get away from him but he was an image, nothing to truly fight against. 

“Dream and then a nightmare,” he said. “My own special blend of nightmare. We all know how Demon Dean treated you and you gave Dean some distance when he first got back. This face hurt you and it’s gonna hurt you again.”

“For your information, he was on that hunt with me, he-”

“I’m your head. The twisted version but I know what you do. I’m sure he’ll get caught too and then it’ll be a party,” he said.

“You can’t do anything to me. It’s my head. When I want to wake up-”

“Should have stabbed yourself earlier,” he said, pushing your wrists behind your back. “Normal Dean, yeah you could take him in a fight if you had to. But me? The demon kind? You got no chance, sweetheart.”

“Fuck you.”

You stomped on his foot and he grunted, giving you enough space to at least get an arm free. You spun away from and slammed back with a punch to his gut he wasn’t expecting. You kicked and got your other arm free but he swiped your feet out from under you. He was on top of you fast and reached behind his back, pulling out the first blade.

“Now you’ve pissed me off,” he said. He raised it up and moved his arm down fast.

Your heart jumped into your throat and your eyes went wide for a brief moment as you were somewhere else, Dean patting your face.

“Honey,” he said, turning your cheek. “Y/N, sweetheart. Talk to me.”

“You get it?” you mumbled as he reached above you and cut you down.

“Yeah. He was nastier than usual,” he said. He caught you as you dropped down and pulled the needle out of your neck. “You can barely stand. How close was I?”

“Well the demon version of you was mid swing to stabbing me in the chest so pretty close,” you muttered. 

“That’s...come on,” he said, scooping you up and carrying you out of the building bridal style. Five minutes later you were in the front seat of baby with his jacket laid over top of you. You had your eyes shut when the door opened and you heard him get in. “How you feeling?”

“Crappy,” you said. “Tired.”

“You lost a bit of blood.”

“I’m alright,” you said, shifting over on the seat and leaning against him. “Just wanna go home.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry for what I did back when I was a demon. I know I roughed you up.”

“You weren’t you.”

“Still. I-”

“Dean, you apologized for it a long time ago. It was never your fault. I just want to go home with the real you and cuddle and eat breakfast in bed in the morning,” you said.

“We can do that,” he said.

“We had kids over there too,” you said after a beat. He was quiet as he started to drive away from the old building.

“We can talk about that too,” he said. You tilted your head up and he smiled. “Tomorrow. Tonight, let’s get you fixed up.”

“That I can agree with.”

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[agattthaa]

Ridiculous?

Paring: Cassiel/Audrey

Word count: 1.014

Summary: It's normal to feel a little ridiculous when putting on a custome to take your children trick or treating.

Rating: T

Thank you, Tanu my dearest, for the adorable idea.

Tagging: @rc-catalog @ratanslily

-I look ridiculous.

-You say that every year.

-That's because every year I look ridiculous, Audrey.

-Oh, believe me, the last thing you look in this leather outfit is ridiculous. It’s a very nice view.

She could see him rolling his eyes in the reflection on the mirror as finished closing the zipper on his suit. It was hard to find a seamstress capable and willing to do two leather outfits and two normal cotton ones, but considering how good her husband looked and how much he had stared at her as she dressed, it was worth every penny. She hugged him from the behind, letting her hands wander around his torso and his chest.

-It’s not like it’s something you never saw before.

-And if I’m lucky I’ll see it again later tonight. -She placed a kiss on his shoulder before slowly walking to stand in front of him, placing her hands on his shoulders, the grin on her face growing bigger as she saw his eyes watchingher figure. -Do I look ridiculous?

The black leather clinged to her skin beautifully although they both had ordered their costumes one size up. He placed both hands on her waist, pulling her closer to him and his own face starting to break into a wicked smirk to match hers.

-Oh, the last thing you look right now is ridiculous.

She clearly was struggling to hold back her own laugh as she pulled him closer by the neck.

-Oh, but this is something you saw a lot of times.

-And I’ll be very lucky when I see it again later tonight.

They were both grinning as their lips almost touched. But that was before the loud bang in their bedroom door.

-Mooooomm, we are wasting time. The sooner we get out the more candies we get.

The two of them gave a defeated sigh still with their smiles on their faces as they pulled apart from each other, Cassiel going to open the door for the little troublemakers behind it and Audrey walking towards her bet to put on her boots. Surely the catwoman costume would look a lot better with high heels, but she was a mother and it wasn't her first Halloween and it wouldn't be her last. She would need to walk too much to even consider heels. Maybe on some other occasion, maybe later.

The small girl stormed into the room, stopping on her tracks to look up to her father. Before Cassandra was born, they used to make fake bets and play silly fights about who she would look the most like. As a first time mom, of course Audrey wanted her daughter to look like a mini version of her, but when she was born looking almost like a carbon copy of her father, Audrey's heart almost melted. She could still find her traits on the girl like her eyes or the way she lifted her eyebrows, but watching them both like that made her fall even more in love with the man that was lifting up their 9 year old child just so they could talk at eye level.

Not that she would say that.

-Wow, dad, you look so cool!

-Thank you, darling. You look even cooler. Where's your brother?

-He forgot his mask in the kitchen. He's very excited. And we're late. I told you two that we should leave at sunset.

-You really are father's daughter, Cassie.

She gave a small laugh as Cassiel playfully rolled his eyes as Audrey got up and Cassiel placed Cassandra down, the girl rushing to look at her hair in the mirror. On that, she was one hundred percent Audrey’s daughter. Always searched for different hairstyles for her mother to try and giving an annoyed look whenever her curls didn't look exactly like she wanted them to. And at that moment, when she smiled pleased at her own reflection, Audrey thought her daughter would rush them again.

But her own carbon copy ran inside the room, pridefully wearing his costume and mask, also stopping to look at his father.

-Wow, dad! Say it! Say it!

The two kids started to run around Cassiel, echoing “Say it!” until their father lowered the mask on his face and said with the roughest voice.

-I’m batman.

That only made Cassandra and Adrian run more and jump around excitedly as Audrey let out a big laugh and Cassiel showed himself uncappable of hiding his own smile.

-You don’t seem to be that worried about the time anymore, Cassie.

The two children turned around to look at their mother, Cassandra quickly turning towards the big window that showed that the sun was now completely gone while the little boy’s green eyes stayed fixated on her. He rushed towards his mother, rising both his arms as he asked to be lifted up. He was getting too big for getting picked up, Cassiel once said, but she still lifted Cassandra up and she would keep her children on her arms for as long as they asked for it.

-You look very pretty, mama.

-And you look even more, my little reeeeed robin.

-Cassie would look cooler if she wore her mask too. She’s ruining her secret identity going out like that! Orphan always wears her mask!

-We are late, mommmm.

Cassandra completely ignored her brother's complaint, hugging Audrey’s leg and pulling her mother towards the door, making the adult woman almost lose her balance until Cassiel lifted Adrian from his wife's arms and holding his son, laughing to himself while Audrey was basically dragged towards the entrance of the house.

So he followed them out of the room. And as his gaze shifted between looking down at his son on his arms and towards his wife and daughter push and pulling and laughing, he closed the door of his bedroom, thinking to himself.

And although he was covered in a leather costume that his siblings would mock him to death and that all his neighbors wouldn see, the last thing he felt at that moment was ridiculous.

[regularconvexheadcanons]

oKAY BUT CUBS OBSESSION WITH SCAR IS SOMETHING NO ONE CAN BREAK- THE I D E A S- (also hi sculk scar anon again :3)

1: Cub Totally uses Scar as a basis for spite specifically! Or at least Scar level spite (then you get Grian level instigation, Doc level revenge, aaaand honestly Cub uses himself as a Knows It level to see how others vary on what they know like parkour and different mechanics for it in the Labyrinths case - everyone elses mini games and businesses are enough data on their own, talkings just a bonus)

2: Cub had to lock himself away, listen to the Songs of the Vex and later the Sculk, when Grian was soulbound to Scar. Already Grian was connected to Mumbo, Grian already was paired up! Scar was *His* proven and Earned soulhalf- Sometimes he can only be brought out of his jealousy by the Vex, other times he calls Scar over and covers absolutely Covers Scar in jewelry while looking at their shared earring/necklace/ring/piercing. They may not have the Cathedral anymore but hell if Cub didn't know how to make Scar feel like an altar, worshipped and made *perfect*.

3: Though course connected as they are, Cub is near by, watches, listens, plans, *lives* near Scar in ways the other Hermits could never even Attempt. But Scars version? It's Being. Cub is near by? Scar slows, stops, flies predictably. Cubs watching? He becomes more animated, smiley, putting on a him sized puppet show for Cub. He's listening to Scar? More inflection, tone, stylized pacing- ends some stories as "For the one and only, Cubfan!" Planning is Inevitable for those two. Living?

They are Vex. They have always been before and after. Even Watchers look on, envious of the Connection eyes cannot achieve.

...aNYWAY- Hope yall like it :D (need more convex crumbs I am Dying)

1: Yep. Definitely. Scar spites, and holds grudges, and gives his friends the cold shoulder like no one else. But never towards Cub. They’re not sure if it’s a vex thing, but Vex definitely hold grudges, so it’s probably part of it

2: ooooh yess. Cub would definitely be at least a little bit jealous and begrudging of Grian for being Scar’s soulmate, and respond by treating Scar even better than usual. For so many reasons. A: how the other soulmate pairs get to act around each other without anyone questioning. He and Scar are happy to be close and affectionate in private, but being able to do that more publicly without the other players teasing them for it? Yes. Cub needs that.

b: he’s heard Scar’s stories of Grian being distant and rude and then later cheating in Scar. He knows Scar just wants an ally who cares for him. Grian has a chance to be as friendly and excited and caring with Scar as he is in Hermitcraft and he’s blowing it completely. (Which also made Cub wonder if Grian was faking it in Hermitcraft) C: one of my headcanons is that during Double Life, Cub ALSO feels the Scar and Grian’s injuries (but as phantom pain), even stronger than usual. And then Grian saying how Scar’s always getting hurt when he really isn’t. And Cub can’t quite understand Grian’s problem.

Also, on the same point, I want to know more about this Song of the Vex. I love it. Clearly it’s something that calms vexlings down, perhaps something only vexlings can hear. And maybe allays as well, and the allays are either calmed by it, or it makes them act up. And other players are really confused. I can imagine a lot of humming, no real lyrics. But a lot of pent of emotion. And now that’s led me to a thought that Vex - and Vexlings - hum when they’re happy. Like the equivalent of cats purring.

3: Scar putting on a show of normal everyday things whenever Cub’s around? Yes. So much yes. Anything he can to make Cub’s day that little bit brighter. And when Cub’s in a conversation with other hermits, Scar sometimes appears behind and Cub’ll be left trying to explain Scar’s antics. And he never quite can explain how Scar made him laugh in a way that the other hermits understand. In the same way neither of them can explain how they understand their secret non-verbal language of tiny movements, or what any particular movement means. They just have that connection with each other. Is it the Vex? Probably. Are they in love with each other? Only in a QPR way. But would they exchange that feeling for anything else? Absolutely not.

[maxmagic]

LONG post featuring my opinions on this design and her concept and also Vivs character design decisions in general

This design singlehandedly made my account rise from the fucking dead because of how much opinions I have on it

TO NOTE : I LIKE Helluva Boss as a show. Is it perfect? No. Do I think it has issues from both writing and design aspects? Yes. Do I like it regardless? Also yes. You can like a show and still have criticisms of it. Also Viv has answered some criticisms about Beelzebubs design and I will talk about them too

Final warning cuz this is LONG and rambled at points

By this point we are all aware that once a new character gets revealed in Helluva or Hazbin , there's always opinions on it.

But Beelzebub truly takes the cake on how divided people are on her design. People either adore it or hate it with a blinding passion (and some just don't like it cuz they have a Viv hate boner).

I have to say I actually really like it as a stand alone design. Remove her from the story and context it's genuinely an appealing design with fun and bright colors. I personally don't mind the early 2010's sparkle dog look. It has a nostalgic charm to it and if you followed Viv for long enough you know she really likes that aesthetic. She has good colors and color placement and my main real dislike is the weird hair.

And she's animated BEAUTIFULLY !!! Real props to the animators for being able to make this design look nice in motion because god lord is it complicated. This will be a criticism later, but again, its really amazing on how they made this design look good even though we all know this must have been a real bitch to animate.

The real issue that come to me with her design is when you put her in the show and have to think about who she is, what she is, what her lore is ect.

Firstly: Her not being 'lore accurate' kinda falls flat given that none of the designs thus far have been accurate to what they're based on. Like Asmodeus has elements that tie him to his demon name counterpart (with the rooster tail and 3 faces) but they're more allusions then design inspirations. Lucifer is literally just a top hat twink and Mammon (even tho we haven't seen his full design yet) is clown/jester themed. Viv has made it clear that this version of hell isn't supported to be an accurate depiction of biblical hell. So she can really do whatever she wants with her interpretation. Her not being an insect, although disappointing since we don't really have that in the show, is only just a matter of personal taste.

HOWEVER there's still a lot of discrepancies with her design.

So she's supposed to be a Bee-Fox hybrid... Where's the bee??? Like take away the hexagon background, where is the bee part of her design? She has antenna and wings but... They don't really do much. The antenna are fine and its smart they placed at the tip of her ears, but the wings are straight up not bee wings!!! They look more like pixie wings and they're so small half the time I forgot they were there. Couldn't you have added.. idk some stripes?? she has stripes on her ears but they don't look like bee stripers more so general Viv design details. It's weird given she uses stripes so heavily in other designs yet the BEE character doesnt. Maybe add some fuzz like how bumblebees have?? Maybe trade that stupid lava lamp tail/hair if its too complex. I really don't like how she has normal hair and also a weird liquid part and liquid tail. It adds too much visual noise and just doesn't gel well wit the rest of her design. Her lava lamp stomach too just feels like needless addition of animation work for something that just doesn't add anything. Her colors ( despite being nice) kinda clash against all the other hellhounds who have a muted black/grey/red color pallate. It makes her look like an 13 year olds OC thats been edited in

Literally the only things that changed are her colors, size and eyes. In my opinion this should have been her base design because the colors and bug eyes lean into more of the bee aspect. Plus with these colors she fits more with other hellhounds.

Like right now the normal design feels 97% fox with just the most subtle bee elements slapped on. If it wasn't for the background, look me in the eye and tell me this design is a fox bee hybrid.

She also doesn't feel like a prince? She's dressed very casually and doesn't have nearly have enough of an imposing vibe. I didn't know she was a prince until it was said in show. I thought she was just some high rank demon performer. Its kinda disappointing given how grand, larger then life look and energy Asmodeus had. They were introduced in the same way via big song number, but Asmodeus felt like a Prince of Lust, Beelzebub felt more like a performer of Gluttony rather then a ruler.

Also why if she a hellhound in the first place? i saw somewhere on twitter that its cuz her people are hellhounds but that doesnt make sense. Lucifer isn't a human and Asmodeus isn't a succubus, so why does Bee have to be a hellhound? We know that hellhounds are the lowest ranked amongst hell natives, so how do people outside of gluttony feel about her? She is treated like royalty but is also a hellhound, the lowest demon. It causes a needless paradox that makes you question the worldbuilding of the show.

Also why are hellhounds the lowest rank in hell ? and why are they associated with gluttony of all things? I am going to be honest when I say I completely forgot they were native to gluttony because gluttony has a beehive aesthetic and like wtf do dogs have anything to do with it . Like other demons shown have themes that tie them into their respective prince or sin, but we aren't shown why hellhounds in particular are gluttony. Like it feels like a minor thing but when you present information about worldbuilding and show stuff that contradicts it, people will question it.

And why is she dating a hellhound? Or more so why is she so open about it. Like its been shown in the show that Stolas and Admodeus dating imps is a taboo thing so her being so open about her relationship with someone whose even lower then an imp. Again its going back on lore and worldbuilding being contradicted. If you're going to make rules for a show, stick to them.

I'm putting these two side by side cuz I have the same complaint about them.

How are we suppose to know this?? First the gluttony ring severally lacks any circus motifs (it has more of a bee theme then a circus one), but Bee ESPECIALLY doesn't have ANY hints at being circus themed, let alone animal trainer.

I knew that all the princes had a circus theme but from I (and from what ive seen in other comments) though she was an acrobat or like dancer of the sort. Literary nothing in her design says she is an animal trainer. And also the hippie 60s spirit is also not anywhere in the design. Just because a design choice is clear to you doesn't mean its clear to everyone else. A good design makes its points across loud and clear so everyone can understand it. This really feels like she's making it all up as people ask. She probably isn't but it really comes across that way. You cant just say something about a design that just isn't in the design or its not shown properly. This is an issue a lot of Helluva and Hazbin Hotels characters have (look up any of their trivia and you'll see how bad some designs are communicated), but with Bee its emphasized tenfold because she's suppose to represent all these different things (fox, bee, prince, party girl, animal trainer, DA sparkle dog, 60s hippie free spirit) at it just isn't conveyed or is put in such a way where you cant clearly tell what it is. It honestly feels like Viv had in mind to have a Kesha pop party girl character and just made her a prince. Shes trying to justify all these things and saying them like they're obvious when they're clearly not!

This design suffers from having too many ideas slapped on it that just don't work and actively work against each other.It makes me less excited for the future prince designs

If youve come this far good for you for sticking around to this way too long of a ramble about a probably one off character in a popular indie cartoon :D

[entomolog-t]

What if a person just assumes the borrower is another human, just shrunk? I think most people wouldn’t immediately assume the very human-looking thing they’ve caught is another creature entirely (unless it’s one of those borrower versions with animal features like a tail and such). So the questions would be along the lines of: How did you shrink? Is there a way to get you back to normal?

The best part is that the ball is in the borrower’s court now. They have to choose between telling the human the truth about themselves, and potentially risk their safety by doing so. Or they could play along with the human’s assumptions and keep themselves in relative safety by letting the human think they’re one of them.

Obviously the lying option could lead to a lot of angst in the future if the human found out the truth. Especially if the human keeps trying their best to help the borrower get back to ‘normal size’ but nothing works, leaving the borrower wondering how long they’re willing to keep up the charade. Meanwhile the human gets more and more upset that they can’t help their tiny friend.

OH I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS

The sheer angst potential with the borrower assuming the only reason the human is treating them like an equal is because they think they're human? So they just dwell on it so much. At first they may feel smug, thinking that the human is stupid, but they realize they may have misjudged their own intelligence because why would a human just let a stranger who has been shrunk wander freely around their home?? So they've unwittingly committed themselves to be attached to the human until they can either find a good escape where they won't go looking for them, or until they admit what they really are.

As they spend time with the human they are less desperate for escape in some sense. The freedom from danger, the liberal amount of food, the comforts the human is willing to provide them... its nice. They miss their personal freedom, and keeping up this ruse is a bit exhausting since they aren't the most familiar with human culture.... but the human is ... nice.

They've grown a friendship with this human, and they want to be able to tell them the truth. They see how worried the human is about them... They've been freaking out about how to get ahold of their family, and how in the hell they're supposed to find a way to reverse it... and they do want their freedom of movement back... They make up their mind that they're going to tell the human but-

Theres a slip up.

Maybe they said something weird, maybe the human put together too many little clues, or maybe another borrower shows up. They panic. No no no no no. This was supposed to be on their terms. They can feel themselves hyperventalating. They don't even want to look at the human. This is at best humiliating, at worst... was the human angry?? they lied. they took advantage of their kindness. They feel a hand start to encircle them and they flinch out of it's grasp.

No.

No, of course they were angry. Why wouldn't they be??

"H-hey... are you okay?"

The words seem to stop all their thoughts. All they can feel is their heart pounding in their ears. They look up at the human... at their friend and see nothing but concern in their eyes.

It breaks them.

They sob into the hand. A mix of guilt and shame and relief and happiness. They're a mess. The human waits to ask questions but takes the new information in stride. Ehh, its not that much weirder than finding a shrunken person right?

That is.... until like... 4 hours later.

The borrower hears banging on the walls.

"Hey ! Uh.... How many times have you heard me being... um weird?"

The borrower can't help but laugh, knowing immediately what the human is talking about. They would constantly talk to themselves in weird little voices, make strange noises, sing to themselves... Hell, they did it to but its not like they had an audience.

"Um" they clear their throat, a little more reassured with a wall between them "... enough."

A resounding thud sends vibrations through the borrower's chambers as the human hits their head against the wall. The groan that follows has the borrower struggling to keep from laughing.

"Fuck you." They can hear their smile despite not seeing them.

This... this could work.

[crying-fantasies]

Self preservation

Masterlist

Once upon a time, when Connie was old enough to be taught the lesson of "interfacing" by her aunty Nickel, after her Papa Misfire and uncle Spinister totally got her more confused on why and how her body now worked, "your insides will melt on itself, and the waste will leak from your organic valve, it's like acid that will make your system go brrrr and shut down for a few days, but you won't die!", one question did immediately pop up on her mind.

"Say", your sweet semi psychopath teenager girl started, taking out of her mouth one of those giant lollipops, making it look normal by her own size, she prolonged the word to be sure to catch your attention, and once she got it, took her shoot, "have you ever done it with carrier in dino form?"

Whatever you were holding was about to fall from your hands, someone laughed and you could almost hear Fulcrum about to return his breakfast.

"Sweetie", your tone tried to be calm, remembering the real little shit in front of you, "I may be horny but I'm not stupid".

That seemed to be enough for her, just for a few seconds, "so you have been thinking about doing it", she had that usual smirk, "at least once I mean".

Connie hummed for herself, playing with the sweet on her full lips, "must be nice to have such big spikes and valves to your disposition, uh".

Someone gagged, and someone laughed once again when she asked "where do you get those?".

Every ounce of will power had to stop you from freaking out, and maybe remind her that your open relationship with most 'cons onboard was private, "Connie, baby, that's not how it works, if you want we could talk about it later", and she looked like a giant super model from your point of view, what was the 'con that made her thinking to make her like this? Was this normal? Should you be worried? Is this her spark own self showing itself again?

"Never too soon to have a healthy curiosity focus on", her big head, at least compared to you, was looming above you, curious, really curious on the matter, "I wanna know, sire".

Was she referring to having a spike? Or maybe she was referring to it like sex?

Well, she was on to be hugely disappointed because you were pretty sure Grimlock would prefer to have her secured against any danger, that, including anything that could do so much as look at her wrong, and that showed when Connie was out and had Grim just behind her, daring whoever would even look at his precious daughter in anything that wasn't just pure and respectful distance.

"I just feel...", without any remorse she touched just above the bottoms of her extra large jeans, red almost magenta eyes unfocused on the floor, "...like something is missing, sire".

Oh, it really was her spark trying to recollect what little could be remembered of her past self, desperate to keep those memories to preserve itself and not fade completely, "We'll talk about it later, Connie-"

"Does a spike feel good?"

Oh, well, you would give her your own version of "the talk", at least she wasn't experiencing any side effects-

"Sire, why- ugh, why do I smell so bad?! What's leaking from my valve?!”

And there were the human side effects.

[aprillikesthings]

ONE MORE TONIGHT because I remember I really like this episode :D

s2 ep5 White Out

will I hit the image limit with this one

EDIT: nope I post it early by accident, which means I have to reblog it anyway.

damn right, and I love how often Entrapta mentions this--that all experiments/research end with you learning SOMEthing even if it's not what you were hoping/looking for

Anyway they're in an icy wasteland of sorts and Entrapta is researching some First Ones' stuff under the ice and also there's some kind of big worm-like monster outside. All before the intro music.

Does She-Ra not feel the cold or what

I refuse to screenshot Scorpia's attempt at asking out Catra it's too painful

I knew it was the same thing that fucked with the robots and She-Ra in Dryl!!

I love how I can remember that this episode is the one where Adora acted SUPER violent and then really dumb and drunk but I couldn't remember WHY

but yeah telling this to Catra was A Mistake

Entrapta: "also she got very floppy"

FLOPPY?!

Side note, but it makes sense Catra hates it up there more than Scorpia or Entrapta; cats have a higher body temperature than humans. But wait, scorpions are cold-blooded? Maybe Catra's just a whiner about being cold. (So am I.)

I mean yeah Catra's being a dick here BUT THEN:

It took me WAY too many times to get that literal split-second of her reaction to Adora's voice before she gets herself back under control. Her ears even do a wiggle.

Look I know they were setting us up for these two to be endgame the whole time. But it still amazes me how much they made it so, SO OBVIOUS in all these little ways they could've skipped and didn't. The little ear wiggle and her tiny moment of shock? They didn't have to put it there, and they did. They could've just made her immediate reaction fury or frustration. But nope.

And we see her eyes narrow in a really close-in shot, like she has to take a second and remember they're on opposite sides, before Catra turns around with her usual cocky expression.

but also look at Entrapta's face lol

I love it when they make her look just a little deranged. Because she is.

I do wonder the extent to which everyone else is like "why are these two so obsessed with each other" (I think people comment on that later?)

HOW AM I JUST NOW NOTICING THESE TWO ARE NARRATIVE FOILS they are, right? right?? or am I just reading too much into both of them having unrequited crushes

Bow: "You don't understand the forces you're messing with!" Entrapta: "I know! That's the fun of it!"

augh I couldn't get the shot of Catra's surprised face

yeah I'm probably gonna go over the image limit on this one

THAT'S NOT GOOD

oh boy

Virus!She-Ra: *tries to hurt her own friends* Catra: "This is the greatest thing that's ever happened" Virus!She-Ra: *hears her, turns around, and runs towards Catra*

BIG MISTAKE

I can't screenshot it, but holy shit you really see the degree to which She-Ra normally isn't trying to actually hurt Catra any more than necessary, because of how violent she is when she's possessed by the virus. Like, this version of her would in fact just straight-up stab Catra or chop off her head or something. Normally She-Ra settles for punches or self-defense--her goal isn't hurting Catra per se but trying to stop the harm she's doing.

But this version of She-Ra? Would do a murder, no problem

that is 100% an appropriate reaction!!

Anyway Scorpia manages to separate her from her sword, and Adora goes back to normal size and not possessed. And is out cold.

okay but did you mean for that to sound so suggestive, Catra? did you?? do you even KNOW??

(...did I just get a plot bunny for the kind of fic that would get me hate mail)

(I've written stuff with a major archive warning before and I could do it again)

speaking of ships eheheheheh

Poor Scorpia is just like "do we have to have your ex around even as a weapon" and is also I think just uncomfortable with how nasty Catra is being

But also Catra's face here is too good

I just imagine Hordak being like, "oh YOU'RE obsessed with the blonde girl, too??? And I thought Shadow Weaver had a problem."

Edit: guess who accidentally hit the wrong buttons on her keyboard and posted it. Anyway continued in the reblog.

[ambergembr]

My version of Simon “Ghost” Riley’s past for the COD MWII Reboot 2022.

Since the release of Modern Warfare II (2009), when Ghost first appeared I've been reading fanfics about COD. I've always played the franchise's games but never had any character captivated me so much. I think I became a fan because I was unhappy with the way he and Roach (player) die suddenly, due to General Shepherd's betrayal. * 14 years later I’m still mad AF. By the way, at the time I also managed to see the comics that gave a story to Ghost... holy shit, what a sad story. And then there were all kinds of fanfics based on his difficult relationship whith family, proximity to drugs, trust issues, abuse by his father, and everything else that makes him a survivor, full of physical and emotional scars.

OK. I love these stories and this past. But let the past stay in the past.

Wth the reboot of the series I don't think it's fair that he still has the same terrible past. Sure, he has to have a bad past to make him the terrifying element of the team, but couldn't it be a different one? So I decided to create my own version of his past… and maybe write a few fanfics using it.

Today, Ghost is a character presented as someone who does solo missions, described by the game's creators as a lone wolf, a specialist in espionage, sabotage and clandestine tradecraft, so he has to be someone resourceful, such as knowing several languages, knowing cultures and being flirty to get what you want sometimes. He shouldn't act 100% of the time like a rat in a sewer just watching from the shadows. He must have contacts that help him in this, or facilitate his escape, obtain documents, and so on. Can't believe he does any of this wearing the mask 24/7.

Apart from me and some crazy fandom people who are attracted to a huge guy with a skull mask, a “normal” element of the franchise will be intimidated by him, like Rudy. Who knows Soap himself didn't feel intimidated and that little smile was just to hide and not show fear in front of a huge guy like that? As We say here in Brazil: “I'm laughing, but I'm nervous!”. Anyway, in my version of the reboot world, Ghost comes from a family with financial resources but no emotional connections. The parents are both career diplomats, as is the mother's family, while the father's family comes from a long tradition of international consultants for multinationals. With his parents divorced, he, his older brother Tommy and his younger sister Sophie (original character) were raised moving from country to country every 2 years. So he went through Japan, France, South Africa, Argentina and Chile, Spain and Portugal as he grew up. This made it easy for him to learn other languages, get to know different cultures, which made him, even with that height and physical size, manage to disappear in the middle of a crowd of Japanese people.

However, due to his parents' work, he never had the real chance to make friends in the places he went, since he always moved frequently and lost contact with these people. He wasn't close to his parents either. Richard Riley is a distant man, concerned with career advancement, when he was with his children he would leave them to be raised by nannies. Tommy, the firstborn, was his favorite, and Shophie was Daddy's little girl. Simon was the middle child.

Clearly more talented than the other two, but the most independent, that created conflicts with his controlling father.

Miranda, the mother, was a narcissistic woman. She despised Tommy because he was so much like his Dad and connected with him. Simon was her favorite, but she was not a loving mother, rather a woman who was obsessed with her two youngest children: Simon and Sophie. She raised them to succeed in the spotlight of international politics. Sophie pursued a career in law, and like her mother she knew how to use charm and seduction to get what she thought was important when a brilliant mind couldn’t reach the achievement. Simon made Miranda’s eyes sparkle. She had Jocasta’s Complex* towards him, and tormented Simon about his physical form and the possibility of a career in modeling when he became too tall, and thin with an athletic body. She wanted him to participate in photo shoots, she encouraged the daughters of Consuls and Ambassadors to try to get along with him, and she knew: if the daughter of a powerful man was crazy about him, her father would do everything in his power to get his daughter happiness, including connect politically to Miranda Riley's interests. Simon hated feeling used, physically abused by his mother and pulled in different directions based on her interest. Sophie took it well, as they were equals. He felt out of place in a family of sociopaths. When he was old enough he went to the Royal Veterinary College in London, and he drifted away from his family, who expected him to pursue a career in diplomacy or foreign trade. During college he enlisted in the army, to stop relying on family money and being pestered for it. Until he graduated he worked in the army's veterinary and training unit, but his language skills caught the attention of Colonel MacMillan (the one who was Captain when Price was a lieutenant on the All Ghillied Up mission). This led Simon to the S.A.S. exam that he passed with flying collors. Within a few years Simon was already working alone in field missions, and that's when Price asked him to join 141. MacMillan erased all of his family records, because he felt that any terrorist group that knew how much money the Riley family had would make Simon a potential target for ransom demands to finance terrorists around the world.

“They would never pay anything for me, Sir. Only if it was a tabloid making a fuss about the family name. Terrorism is not enough” - Simon once commented, but MacMillan found it hard to believe. Meanwhile, Simon was thinking “Perhaps my paternal family would kidnap me just to justify sending money to some country in civil war that served their interests”. That was always the problem. People thought the Riley family was perfect. Divorced parents who acted civilly by attending the same events. The older brother with a commercial family (the Barbie blonde wife, the smiling little son), the powerful, successful and single beautiful sister, and himself, tall, handsome and shy prince, who publicly assumed the identity of an intelligence officer of MI-6, in the rare appearances he made. That's why the file doesn't have a photo, and he never acts without a balaclava. The secrecy of his identity is an absolutely important part of the job. He cannot be identified, as protection for him and his family. Although he is a football fan and a Manchester City supporter, he is a mountaineer, highly experienced, having climbed Everest twice, and K-2, among other peaks over 7,000 meters high. The second time he climbed Everest, while making the trail to base camp he met Nataly, MacMillan's middle daughter. The two began dating during the months they spent acclimatizing on the mountain, and maintain a serious relationship, in the midst of all the difficulties she has to accept distance matters because of his job, and the fear of intimacy he has because of his family. And those are some of the foundations for my current version of the Ghost character’s past.

*Jocasta’s complex: In Greek Mythology Jocasta married her own son and had children with him (without knowing). So he was the father of his own siblings and a curse to his community. In psychoanalysis,  in short (I'm not an expert. If there is an expert among the readers, fell free to enlighten us about it.) it's a study on the increase in women's libido in circumstances that make a male child the target of the mother's incestuous and possessive sexual desire.

💚💛

[independentzaun]

Zaun, color, and darkness.

Lots of pictures and random thoughts under the cut. None of the pictures are edited except for size changes. The simple version of this post is that Zaun IMO isn't as grim/dark/boring as I've seen implied here and there.

Zaun is dim compared to Piltover and what we think of as "normal" yes because it's so far down it doesn't really get sun light, but it isn't actually dark. Even in Vanders time it still had lighting in all sorts of places.

You can see greens, reds, oranges, blue. The sky has light to it albeit probably from harmful fogs getting lit by the neon, and all but there is still light. It might be "dim" in comparison to a street at mid day with the sun over head, but it still has color and people and a life to it. Not only that but Zaun even in Vander's time had beauty in it

Maybe a weird example since it's from a brothel, but the point still stands. It's a full (presumably) stained glass window made to look nice and be eye catching. Not to mention...

The Last Drop itself and the crowds outside. Zaun is a place that might be forced into dimness due to how far down it is, but it's also a place in which the population is constantly trying to fight against that darkness and make it lit up and even pretty in a way. I personally would say this shows up even more after Silco takes over which when you start seeing even more neon and color. As a quick note Neon has always been a thing in Zaun it's just became more so with Silco. As seen here.

Silco absolutely made things worse for certain people with Shimmer, and the like. At the same time he also created a place in which Zaun could well and truly develop it's own culture (which we can discuss the goods and bads of that later), and something I find interesting is that even in what some might call the "cruelty and darkness" of Silco's time that doesn't make Zaun itself any darker. If anything Zaun gets less dark.

Zaun is a city that was built so far underground the sun barely reaches it. A place in which the population was exploited for other peoples gain. A polluted and toxic environment made that largely by greed. A society which has a certain innate degree of roughness, violence, and strength in it. However there's also a desire for light, for color, for beauty of some sort even if it's not the beauty people from Piltover might want. Even in a random alleyway you can still see the color, and decoration, and desire for something more.

Zaun is a dim place beat down and exploited, and yes there's bad stuff happening. That doesn't change the fact that on the walls there's beauty, in windows and signs and the air itself there's bright colors and flickering lights, and people even in the midst of squalor still are creating and making something for their eyes and senses to feast upon. Zaun has a beauty to it, and it's a unique beauty created by a unique group of people.

[455wwwww]

HOWS IT GOIN ENRI

tl;dr: it goin.

me, late 2020: oh hey let's dig up those ancient drafts i had for that one untitled sci-fi/cyberpunk project. wow thats fucking dusty but man my girl A. deserves to be known by the world and i need a distraction from various work/life shit. what can go wrong right?

me, early 2021: what the fuck. enri from circa 2012 you were NOT cooking. and DUDE you did poor A. so dirty! thankfully me from 2021 can fix it all as it's nothing. that's surely possible after eight or nine year break from writing. on the account of me being once critically acclaimed author (two of my acquaintances liked my stuff).

me, early 2022: okay i have a very rough outline and a ~vision~. it'll be a relatively short novel, only about 10 chapters or so. 15 tops. 120,000 words, maybe 150,000. there'd be occasional angst and some speckles of fucked up shit, but it's gonna be pretty lighthearted in general. not saying the ending is truly happy, but it's not bad either.

me, late 2022: fuck yeah FUCK YEAH it's all coming together i am genius and my friends liked that one short story set in the same universe :) THEY LIKED A. TOO I AM GOD OF WRITING

me, early 2023: enri from 2022 had a massive skill issue and we're scraping almost everything that dumbass thought to be actually good. also no way it's gonna be 150,000 words or 15 chapters, i'm already at those numbers and it's not even a half of what i have to say. also hey. sorry to break it to you but A. needs more depth. and your MC is pathetically bland. like i understand that initially the guy had nothing but his name and what, two lines of brief description? whatever. that's not how we work. go and write at least 5 short stories about his past. and 5 more about A.'s daily life and such. yeah yeah put them in situations. more. more. MORE.

me, mid-2023: please stop putting these guys in situations. this is getting out of hand. please go back to the main story. your stupid little sketchy comics won't do it. you're writing a novel. for fucks sake just get back to writing the main thing. no more side stories. and it's just me or the whole thing gotten much darker lately? nah. impossible. there's even more jokes now. whats gallows humor.

my proofreader: hey and what if [redacted] ended up a traitor?

me: BRO NO. WHAT. NO.

me (hours later, smoking on the balcony): damn that would actually slap... FINE, new canon accepted. aw shit, the ending is definitely far from happy now.

me, early 2024: so. good news: MC and A. both are fucking clowns now. unhinged little shits. cringefail disastrous assholes. i am very normal about them both. bad news: there's so much to rewrite it's killing me. i am constantly rolling that stupid rock and to no avail. this is version 12 or maybe 16 or maybe 82728384 of the first three chapters. i stopped keeping count on 9th. this is hell. the light in my eyes is fading just as it had faded in the story itself. one day i'll be free. one day i'll submit the first chapter to my proofreader again.

me, mid 2024 (we're here now): *slaps the draft* 70 chapters. 65 if we're lucky. not looking at the word count anymore. come what may. there's only one ending to this story and it feels like eating glass. libreoffice crashed once again but we stay silly. the size of all additional materials, notes, outlines and such combined is more than i initially anticipated the whole story to be. it's fine. it's going to be fine. the path still remains to be walked but the route is clear. and we're going to make it. we're going to make it. no matter what awaits at the end. there could never be another ending.

[monstermaster13]

Corey and Oats in..

The Creature from Canada: A Canada Day Special

Every year on July 1st something very unusual happens at Nile Road, you see it is unusual in the sense that it not only is Canada Day but also Dan Aykroyd’s birthday and that means one thing…were-aykroyd sightings, now Corey and Oats had a friend named Nathan who was pals with Mel and often stayed with her when he had ‘dum dum were-aykroyd’ episodes.

Corey and Oats were in their home in Nile Road with all their friends including Anglo the anglerfish, when they heard news of the Aykroyd-verse coming in to pay a visit. Corey looked in the bedroom and he saw a swirling vortex materializing in the closet, the closet door opened and several Dan Aykroyd characters jumped out. ‘Hey guys, what are you doing here?’ ‘It is Canada Day and our aykroydian brother Dan needs your help!’ ‘What with?’

‘Vic Frohmeyer and his dark Aykroyd group along with Dumius, are planning on taking Nathan away.’ ‘Yeah, Dumius wants to transform Nathan into a fat dum dum were-aykroyd wife!’ ‘Oh we know all about that, trust us.’ ‘It seems Dumius is deadset on it.’ ‘We have been working on trying to stop him.’

“Oh yes, he definitely is. He won’t stop until i’m his wife.”

“That is definitely true Nathan.”

‘So have we.’ Corey and Oats along with Anglo and Aiyido and Mel began to work on a plan as Nathan’s were-aykroyd alter-ego Dan manifested through a cloud of purple smoke. ‘Well we should be able to work on something.’ They all decided to team up and work together, of course Nathan and Mel had to explain to the staff why there were so many Aykroyds walking around.

“Do you think they mind us letting them all in?”

“Nah, we can explain it to them later.’

Dan helped the group orchestrate a plan to stop the dum dum were-aykroyds from getting them, as he sensed the dum dum were-aykroyds were approaching, which they were as Corey heard their moans and dum dum noises. ‘Dum dum were-aykroyds, even in this main series of universes we have to deal with them.’ ‘At least in this universe they are a joke species.’

The dum dum were-aykroyds moaned as they barged into the Nile Road house, luckily Nathan knew what to do as he spun around and turned into his were-aykroyd form, he helped Mel and the duo fit off the hordes of dum dum were-aykroyds that were trying to get to them.

They took a break to have lunch before continuing on and battling with the dum dums, the dum dum were-aykroyds were quite slow and easy to stop, it was then that Dumius materialized along with a fat female version of Dan the were-aykroyd…’The Dum Dum Queen!’ ‘You know this dum dum?’ ‘Yes, she is me if I became subservient to the dum dum were-aykroyds and to Dumius.’

The plus sized female were-aykroyd chuckled…’Tee hee! Master loves me so much, tee hee!’ ‘She is a bit uhhh…’ ‘Dumb? Yes, she is.’ ‘You are supposed to be a smart were-aykroyd yet you have a dum dum counterpart?’ ‘That universe is confusing to me in general.’

Aiyido used his eye-rays to zap some of the dum dum were-aykroyds and sent them flying backwards as he managed to help keep them away, eventually they cleared away all the dum dum were-aykroyds. ‘So in the dum dum universe, you Dan are subservient to a master and fat and female?’ ‘Oh yes and comically silly too but not stupid.’

The female dum dum were-aykroyd stomped over to Dan…’You are me, but not dum dum? How can you not be dum dum? Do you not have a master to make you into a dum dum?’ ‘Some were-aykroyds can choose not to be dum dums!’ ‘But this is not entirely possible, were-aykroyds in dum dum’s universe must be dum dums!’ ‘Maybe that’s true in your case but not here.’ ‘This is not dum dum’s universe?’ ‘Oh no, this is the normal version of your world, with less dum dums.’

“But why are there no dum dums in this world?”

“Because dum dums are considered a joke species in this universe.”

‘Dum dum not real were-aykroyd?’ ‘Well you are a were-aykroyd but you are not consider a legitimate one because dum dum were-aykroyds are considered a joke species.’ ‘Do you not think I am beautiful and thicc enough to be qualified as a real were-aykroyd?’ ‘No, dum dum is a waddling idiot who farts a lot.’ ‘Hey! Dum dum cannot help having gas, dum dum needs it to grow, but don’t worry I can make you into fat dum dum were-aykroyds too, tee hee!’

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Because that is what a good dum does!”

“Not as long as we are here.”

The duo and Mel along with Anglo and Aiyido used their combined powers to stop Dumius, luckily Dan could outsmart Dumius while also keeping his fat female ‘dum dum’ self from losing control and they all combined their efforts and saved their home. ‘We did it, we saved our home!’ ‘And we saved my female counterpart from becoming permanently stupid.’ ‘Which is definitely a plus.’ ‘Oh yes, we did it alright!’

They stopped for afternoon tea before using a portal spell to send Dumius and the female dum dum back to the universe they came from, but keeping Nathan, Dan and the Aykroyd characters around.

Afterwards they all relaxed for a little bit, and an hour later they gathered into the lounge for dinner, as they worked out the next phase of the plan, after doing so they emailed Jill about their adventure and they relaxed before playing some games.

They finished playing games an hour later and had a karaoke session, after their karaoke session was over they all went into the bedroom to get ready for bed as Oats put on his pink nightgown and Corey put on his bat pajamas as they raced into the bathroom to brush their teeth.

Once they had brushed their teeth, they raced all the way to the bedroom and picked out friends to snuggle up with and jumped into bed, snuggling up and relaxing and listening to music, they all drifted off to sleep, having sweet dreams as they did so.

And thus their adventure for now had come to an end but more adventures are coming up so please stay tuned for more.

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ARGONUS INFO: the other aeronoids

(NOTE: description copy-pasted from DA where i normally post my works. any context that is missing here on tumblr can be found on my DA [linked here and on pinned post] )

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AAAAAND like with the elkinets, i go more into detail about the other members of the order aeronoida.

the aeronoids are the other species of "living aircraft" on argonus. alot about their biology is similar, if not the same as the elkinet. if you want more details on that (and the elkinets themselves), look at this post here [tumblr edit: this leads to the DA post, not the tumblr one which you should be able to find via the search bar]. but, i'll go over the basics:

1-they're entirely biological, with the exception of their semi-mechanical engines.

2-sometimes there exist pygmy versions of them, usually due to lack of resources. a-however, pygmies tend to be more common due to purposely breeding them.

3-colorations is usually based of respective aircraft's, though can be almost anything. a-and like with the elkinets, there's only colors, patterns and markings.

4-hybrids can exist, and have similar statistics of getting a hybrid as the elkinets (primarily with size differences between the parents) a-however naturally speaking, it only exist within two parents of the same genus. b-there tends to be a higher chance for a hybrid for the other aeronoid species, regardless of the size difference.

[tumblr edit: most aeronoid groups are monotypic, consisting of a single genus, if not a super genus at the largest]

5-their engines are more resilient than a normal, non-living aircraft. they don't fly faster than 210mph. a-while on the topic of flight, aeronoids aren't always flying as their top speed. they only have their engines at full power for long enough to get sufficient air. after that, they lower the speed so that it's just enough to keep them in the air. b-however, there are two main groups that don't have engines, later on those.

6-they have a similar lifecycle to each other, though with varying degrees of each stages length. a-these lengths obviously vary depending on lifespan. 7- there are some foot variations with the other aeronoids, like their is with the elkinets a-however, these variations are usually either your standard anisodactyl feed or webbed feet. this is dependent more on the environment they've adapted for than it is the aircraft type.

8-they're around the same length as their real-life aircraft counterpart a-exact sizes vary between individuals and species b-some aeronoids, however, are smaller than their real-world counterparts now, before we can truly get into the four main groups of non-elkinets, we first have to go through the evolutionary tree first, so you get a good idea on who's related to who.

EVOLUTION AND BASIC TAXONOMY          it all starts with the bird ancestor, a sort of stem-parrot, which may have looked similar to your average passerine, or maybe a bit like a mimicoot minus the crest and pseudoteeth. after all, on my post about the mimicoots [tumblr edit: also a link to a DA post], the tomium is purely convergent to the aeronoids. the superorder would then split into two groups: the mimicoot and the aeronoids.

 there haven't been any clear fossils of an intermediate aeronoid (at least at time of posting, maybe i'll make one later), thought most people agree it may have looked like a weird theropect-bird hybrid. between the bird ancestor, the intermediate form and the basal aeronoid, a couple major things have happened:     1-the loss of feather covering the body     2-wings becoming more thicker and longer in the absence of flight feathers     3-the loss of the secondary eyes (the smaller bottom eyes that most vertebrates have)     4-the appearances of prop engines both on the back and on the wingtips.

    after the intermediate form came the basal aeronoid, which looked like a theropect with an engine on it's back. it's guessed that this basal aeronoid uses all three engines to fly, though speculatively rather poorly. that didn't matter, though, since most aeronoids later down the line would develop better flight in there own unique ways.

    the earliest group to branch off from the rest were a group that started using less of the engines in more favor of flapping their first forelimbs. these intermediate gliders would become the avibels, the aeronoids that returned to their flapping winged ways of their ancestor, minus feathers.

    the next branch would lead to the theropects, which further developed their wing engines as their primary scource of flight, as well as re-evolving them as another set of "arms". however, before true theropects came along, another group close to them would split off and start using those arms more often than their original first forelimbs, causing those forelimbs to reduce in size. these aernoids would be the elkinet ancestor, as as they further developed their wings, not only did those vestigial arms completely disappear, but also the prop blades since they started using the actual wing itself to grab and manipulate object. this would eventually lead to the elkinet we all know and recognize.     despite the multiple arms of multiplanes (biplanes, triplanes, ect), they're not a separate group as the elkinets. the multiple wings are more of a mutation that stuck around than something that was ancestral.

    the final branchoff would lead to a quadrupedal aeronoid that had lost the prop engines on the wingtips in favor of the one on the back. one group would ditch the wings entirely and become the carnivoran-like stunits. the other, however, not only lost wings but also the engines entirely. what the intermediate "flightless" form looked like is also under debate, though it may have had small, vestigial wings and a heavily reduced engines. in any case, the aeronoid would instead opt for completely gliding and loosing powered flight, leading to them becoming the rodads.

alright, natural history lesson over, time to continue on.

    most aeronoid species are relatively smart, and have been kept in captivity by both elkinets and later down the line humans. while most of them are really tame, some species have been fully domesticated. their reasoning for being kept by elkinet usually is companionship, though some secondary usages like hunting, transportation, eggs and meat are also common. in addition, their pygmy variation are also common due to intentional breeding.     aeronoids tend to fill in similar niches to other existing animals. despite this, they rarely do ever go into direct competition with other animals of the same niche, probably due to argonus's size which allow the aeronoids to take over a niche of their own in certain areas.

  ok, ok, NOW we can get into each individual (extant) groups of aeronoids.   

THE STUNNITS (helicopters)

wild ranges:     the stunits are found almost worldwide, but are most common in the temperate and lush habitats. they can also be found in civilizations as strays/ferals. general diet:     most stunnits are generalist omnivores, but there are some variations to exactly what they eat. some of the smaller helicopters have a more carnivorous diet, as they'll hunt smaller animals and eat carrion as part of their diet. on the otherhand, some of the largest helicopter species are near-entirely herbivores, having plants as a main staple of their diet.     captive stunits are usually fed their own diet-specific kibble, though with the more omnivorous / carnivores species some good grain-free dogfood have been used as a cheaper alternative. behavoir:     most stunnits are social to some extent, at the very least they'll tolerate each other if food and water is plentiful. armed and attack helicopters have a more vulpine-like role, being carnivorous loners that only really get together to mate and raise young. larger helicopters have a more canid-like behavior. much like other aernoids, the stunnit's tail and prop blades can be an indicator of emotions. for example, their tails wag when happy or exited, or their props could twitch around to show frustration or annoyance.     stunnits raise their young in the late spring. they'll create a shallow "nest" that's either loosely made of nesting materials or no nesting materials at all. the mother will lay about 3-5 eggs, and then both parents will protect the eggs until they hatch. the babies are precocial, meaning they're born in an advanced state to where they're able to walk, run and to some extent drink/eat on their own. the parents still have to protect them and feed them until they're truly ready to be on their own.     stunnits, both in the wild and with feral colonies, have a set territory that that chase intruders off of. these fights rarely end in severe injuries/death. feral colonies tend to be less territorial. stunnits communicate with growls, howls and "groarks" (barking, but with a slight growling/roaring tone to it; best example i can give is the mane wolf's roar-barks).

additional stuff:   the stunnits get the title of "man's best friend" of argonus, and it's no secret why. they're the aircraft analog to carnivorans, more specifically bears, canines and felines. most species have been kept in captivity and used for a variety of tasks, such as transportations, guarding, herding, hunting, pest control, ect.     they have an actual full body. helicopters with a lattice tail (Like the bell 47 tail here) have an actual full tail, and like the cockpit/canopy the lattice rods are just extra ornaments. even with the skycrane, they're a more fuller body.     just like their real-world counterparts, they're incredible fliers that can hover in places, as well as dive and make hairpin turns. when they fight in the air, most of it is just them chasing eachother around, maybe even pushing eachother a few time before one of them leaves. these fights usually dont last too and and almost always ends with both parties leaving with little to no injuries.     most species of stunnits (excluding the mostly-herbivorous ones) have a serrated beak, which is good for cutting into their food whether that's be the flesh of an animals or the flesh of a watermelon.

THE AVIBELS (sailplanes and gliders)

wild ranges:     they were originally found throughout the old world, more specifically nylus and sonias. however, thanks to the elkinets they can be found anywhere where there's civilization.

general diet:     while the avibel are considered generalist omnivores, they're more in line with being an opportunistic carnivores and have at least 50% of their diet consist of meat. most of the meat they eat are usually animals smaller than them, with their favorites being rodents, lizards, frogs and fish. the plants they eats, on the otherhand, are often fruits, grains and seeds of various plants. they've also been known to have an incredibly strong sweet-tooth from time to time, having been known to raid maple buckets and beehives for the sweet, sugary treat insides. this sweet tooth is most common in the spring.     avibels that are kept in captivity are typically content with eating a high-quality dogfood since most contain all the essential nutrients to keep the gliders happy. however, there do exist more specialized feed for avibels, especially for ones who want them to start producing more eggs. this feed usually contains a mixture of insects, dried meat, dried fruit and grains.

behavoir:     the avibels are best described as being "bootleg crows". they have the intelligence just slightly under that of actual crows and ravens, able to learn and adapt to various environments. the avibels are very social animals and are commonly seen in small groups of 3-7 (Though larger groups do occur). they're monogamous and mate for life; if one partner dies, the other will become depressed and will refuse to mate with any other glider for a while (sometimes never). avibel are expert hunters, and can be seen actively hunting small animals and insects.     these aeronoids have a decent vocal range. they made a wide variety of sound, usually consisting of hisses, screeches and "chirps", all reminiscent of various bird-of-prey. they'll also slam their tails on the ground to show anger and frustration (this is especially true to broody hens).     when raising young, the two parents will create a nest usually under a tree or any other covered places. unlike alot of other aeronoids, baby avibel chicks (which they have 1-2 of) are born both blind and deaf for the first week or two, much like some bird species. the parents swap places and take turns caring for the babies until after two months when they're ready to be on their own. sometimes the offspring will stay with the parents to help care for the next generation.

additional stuff:     unlike most other aeronoid species, the avibels typically don't have any form on engines whatsoever. instead, the go the old-fashion route and fly by flapping their wings to take off. once in the air, they'll uses a mixture of powered flight and rising thermals to stay in the air. despite their appearances as a more bird-like elkinets, they're only distantly related to them like we are to baboons.     also unlike alot of aeronoids, their beaks have sorta re-evolved into...beaks. more specifically, their beaks are curved and sharp, with the top one having a point not unlike an eagle's. the beak is much like a multitool, being able to tear, shred and cut not just their food but also really anything.     elkients have raised avibels for centuries as a source of eggs, meat and companionship, and the gliders often double as a form of pest control too. humans also took a liking to them, as their intelligence and easy tamability made them great mounts as well. however, avibels have been known to act aggressive towards humans and anyone who disturbs their nest while they're raising chicks.

THE RODADS (lifting bodies) wild ranges:     rodads originate from the woodlands and mountains of sonias. just like with the two other aeronoids here, the elkinets and their civilizations have made them a world-wide city animal.

general diet:     the rodads are generalist herbivores, generally speaking. the specifics of what plants they eat can vary by the region. naturally speaking, they eat leaves, flowers, fruit, nuts and seeds, but they'll also take grass, twigs and really any plants they can get their forepaws and mouths on. they'll also take on insects and small animals occasionally. during it's waking hours, a rodad will spend at least 70% of it's time foraging for food. behavoir:     rodad's aren't the most smartest animals out there. rodads are also not very social animals, and at most in the wild they'll tolerate each other if they're enough food and water around. however, in captivity they're alot more easier to get along with each other. wild rodads are territorial, and they can be seen fighting for the best food and mating rights.      when not eating or fighting, rodads are rather slow and chill animals, and can be see climbing and/or sleeping in trees (or any other high, enclosed place), or wonder around to make sure no rival steps foot into their territory. if disturbed, they'll either run or (if in a high place) jump off and glide to safety. and if they're really cornered, they'll try and bite/scratch the threat.     they're rather tolerable around other smaller animals that don't pose much threat to them. rodads are also surprisingly good swimmers, and many species have at least some semi-aquatic lifestyles. with their combined behavior and occasional affinity for the water, some humans called they "citybaras", seeing them as the capybaras of the city.     the aircraft are ok parents. males usually make a small cavity in the ground, just big enough for a female and her clutch pf 4-5, and he'll mate with first female that comes in. after that, he'll make sure no other guys take his girl while she lays her eggs and protect them. once the eggs hatch, he leaves her to do the rest of the work. thankfully, the babies are born precocial, so there's not much to be done other than making sure they learn how to eat and drink on their own.     rodads don't make much noise. at most they've been known to hiss and softly squeak. however, during fights they'll scream and squeal not unlike that of koalas.

additional info     the rodads are the only aeronoid, both presently and within fossil records, to ditch true flight entirely. instead they use their weird body shape to glide from one place to another. they can actually glide long distances, and in addition are surprisingly good jumpers and climbers. unfortunately, they often fall prey to many predator, stunnits and avibels being a common foe.      although they have no wings, rodads still have a small, thin tail. rodads also have evolved whiskers, which they uses to sense their surroundings since their vision isn't the best. 

THE THEROPECTS (tiltrotors)

wild ranges:     theropects are strictly restrained to the jungles and rainforest of sonias. unlike most others here, feral population are actually rare and only confined to equally warm habitats. all other theropects outside of sonias are usually part of zoos and sanctuaries, sometimes as exotic pets, too.

general diet:     theropects are all around generalist omnivores. they eat anything that's edible to them, but fruits and leaves make up 60% of their diet. sometimes they'll pick up some invertebrates, small animals, and eggs to round out their diet. they're rather infamous for raiding fruit farmers and stealing the food they grow, especially during peak ripe season.

behavoir:     one of the most intelligent species of animal on argonus, the theropects are only second to their civilized relatives, the elkinets. as a matter of fact, they're the closest thing argonus gets to chimps and gibbons, since when it comes to primates no hominoids themselves haven evolved on argonus (Only lemur, new world and old world monkeys). despite the likening to chimpanzees, they're more like gorillas, being plant-eating pacifists that rather would scare it's enemies than to actually attack.     theropects are not only bipedal like their relatives, but are also very good a manipulating objects. they use both their forelimbs and their wings (or more accurately their prop blades) to grab, hold and move things. their prop blades are especially good at this, since they move very much like the elkinet's wings. they even have a bit of gecko-padding to further hold things.     the tiltrotors are very social and very good parents. they make a very simple nest to lay their eggs in. the mother usually only has one baby, rarely ever two. while the babies are born with their eyes open, they still cling onto mom (or any other females' if she's not round) for at least two years. during that time both mother, father and other members of the group will help take care of them and the mother, and later down the line teach the offspring how to survive.     theropects make a wide array of barks, screeches, whistles, coos and hisses to communicate with each other. 

additional stuff:     since argonus lacks any apes, this is the closest they got to gibbon, gorillas and chimpanzees. in captivity, they're about as pleasant to own as a cockatoo or macaw (aka don't get one unless you're very experienced). they've been used in laboratories and scientific studies, and are common info the film industry as animal actors. however, they're not all sunshine and rainbows, as they're very noisy, nippy and often can be seen stealing things from their owners. however, with enough proper love, care, toys and attention, those issues are brought down to a minimum. still, there is alot of legality issues when it comes to owning theropects as pets, so usually it's better off to leave it to zoos and sanctuaries to take care of them.

aaaaand that's it for the aeronoids! any other information regarding them will probably be in other post.

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Late last year I wrote a story based on a moment in their past at Moxie's request (she requested we send an important memory of our characters, not a full story, but I typed one anyway), didn't post it publicly but better late than never. For a bit of context: the main antagonists for most of the campaign were "The Upstairs Neighbors", a strange organization of people living in floating islands who would tear chunks out of the ground below and systematically strip the inhabitants of that ground of their culture in order to induct them into their order.

The group of dwarven grade-schoolers trekked through the dimly lit cavern, chatting to each other, often laughing. Judy liked it when their friends laughed, especially if they were the one making them laugh. Judy enjoyed some popularity for their routines where they would shapeshift into exaggerated versions of their school’s staff members. After a while, though, their friends seemed to grow bored of it. The last time one of them asked Judy to shapeshift was to turn into an older-looking dwarf and pretend to be their guardian so they could see an R-rated play. Judy declined. They were worried they wouldn’t get the voice right. For their lack of cooperation, they were declared a “wuss”.

Today, Judy wasn’t even sure if they had wanted to hang out. But they did. They came to a long-abandoned mine, where the lights no longer shone. This was little trouble for a dwarf. Most dwarves, anyway. They each dared each other to go in.

“Hey, Judy, I fuckin’ dare you!” One called to them.

“I, uh- I can’t see in the dark,” they responded.

“Chicken!”

“No, really! I already told you!”

“What if…” another pondered. “What if you made your eyes really big?” Judy thought for a moment. “Worth a shot, I guess.” Judy stared at the tunnel, at the same time imagining themselves with bigger eyes. There was some slight discomfort as they changed. Vitreous fluid pressed against the inside of their sockets, which widened to accommodate. Their pupils dilated and their corneas bulged outwards, prompting Judy to pull their glasses forward slightly.

“Aw, sick!” One of their friends called out to Judy, now looking more like a giant tarsier than a dwarf.

Judy continued to stare down the tunnel. Then they let out an exhale of defeat, their shoulders slumping. “Doesn’t work.”

“Are you even a dwarf?” One friend asked.

Judy had heard this before. Normally, they answered yes. But, increasingly, they were unsure. “Uh…”

Before Judy could answer, another friend pointed at the tunnel and cried out in terror. “Oh shit, it’s Gax!” Judy’s giant eyes snapped to the tunnel and bugged out even further. For a split second, they really expected the skinless visage of the world’s most infamous lich to emerge from the tunnel. They took a step backwards and tripped over a rock, falling on their ass. Their friends laughed.

“Oh, come on! Why would Gax be here?” The one who cried wolf asked. “Oh, yeah… ya got me,” Judy feigned a smile as their eyes receded to their normal size.

Judy got a helping hand up. “So, you coming or not?” They dusted themselves off. “Uh, nah, I’ll see you guys later.” There was a chorus of byes. The last Judy saw of their friends was them dissolving into the dark.

As Judy trudged home alone, they were interrupted by an earthquake. At first, Judy thought this was normal; maybe a purple worm was tunneling underneath them. Then the tunnel in front of them cracked. Judy fell over again as the very ground beneath them lifted up. Soon, daylight poured into the tunnel. Judy slowly crawled over to where it had separated from the earth. Looking down, they saw a hole in the ground, slowly but steadily shrinking as they were carried into the clouds.

Judy, still having very little idea what was happening, was eventually forced into a line. They saw other people, mostly surface dwellers. Some of the ones in line with them were crying. The ones that weren’t in line were all wearing beige and brown. Judy eventually recalled stories they had heard of the Upstairs Neighbors. Judy didn’t realize their chains could go that deep underground.

They came to a man in beige and brown at a desk. Bored was not necessarily the right word to describe the man’s demeanor, but he certainly seemed dispassionate. He looked at Judy with half-lidded eyes. “Name.”

“J-Judy Line,” they answered. “Uh, where am I?”

The man didn’t answer. He quickly punched a few keys on a machine, which came to life with a quiet grinding sound. He then printed Judy’s name on a piece of paper. “Age.”

“Eight,” Judy answered. “Are my parents here?” They looked around nervously.

This time, the man responded, albeit with the same deadpan tone. “You will be assigned a guardian.” After writing Judy’s age, he looked at them again. “Is that a dye job?” He pointed a pencil at Judy’s hair.

“What? Uh, no. My hair just… feels purple, most of the time.”

The man raised an eyebrow, but his expression stayed the same otherwise. “Feels purple?”

Judy nodded. “Watch.” Judy pointed to their hair. It shifted hue to green.

“Can you get rid of it?” “G-get rid of it? Okay…” Judy squinted and clenched their teeth. They felt like their hair was being pulled on from the inside of their skull, somehow. Slowly, it retreated into its follicles. Judy rubbed their head to confirm they were now bald.

“Good,” the man said. “Now don’t do it again.” “Don’t do what?”

“Shapeshift.” His tone was slightly sterner than before. “If you are caught shapeshifting, you’ll be reprimanded.” The machine he used spat out a piece of metal. He handed Judy a neatly folded beige shirt and brown slacks. On top was the piece of metal, a nametag that read simply “Judy”. He pointed to his right. “Please proceed to the changing rooms. After you’ve changed, you’ll be directed to your living quarters.”

Judy stared at the nametag and drab clothes in their arms for a moment before being ushered onwards, shuffling towards the changing rooms. They continued staring as they walked, deep in thought. Their cultural identity was already tenuous, and now it had apparently been erased. Judy’s anxiety gnawed at their sense of self, to the point that they wondered if the nametag was really right. But of course it was, who else could they be? It’s not like they could shapeshift.

Judy / Punch, my changeling bard for @mmoxie‘s new D&D campaign!

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✃ Size Kink Ahoy!!

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⪧ Reiner Braun

Normally he was more than happy to let you take the lead, let you drag him along on the rollercoaster of pleasure you always rode alongside him, but it had been a difficult week. Between Porco picking at him with snide remarks and snarky footnotes left on his paperwork, and the fact his mother had hounded him to explain in more detail what he had done for the years he was gone. His mother was easily dismissed with a 'that was years ago, I don't remember', but Porco was persistent. It was as if he was out to get Reiner and he couldn't blame him, he deserved it for various reasons. All that being said that didn't mean he wasn't going to not release the pent up stress working away at his barely there sanity, which lead to your body in it's current awkward position. All your weight pressed onto your shoulders as Reiner folded you in half, embarrassment warming your gut as he forced your own arousal and stuffed hole into your line of sight. A sequel leaving you as the hulking blonde stuffed his entire length back into your hole, your hands finding purchase on the ground beside your knees as you clung on for dear life while enjoying the ride. Though you couldn't help the realization that your beloved partner's eyes seemed to gleam with lust as he enjoyed the view of you folded up beneath his larger body, maybe that size kink Porco had teased implying that was why Reiner never took the lead wasn't too far fetched.

Maybe Reiner Braun indeed had a size kink.

⪧ Porco 'Pock' Galliard

He was laying down that Pock cock™ or at least trying to. He had insisted he was going to top and make you quote 'his bitch', but as you laid there gazing up at his chest as he tried fold you in half you debated outing his size kink just so you can ride him like a mad-person. Sure the delicious stretch of his cock in your sloppily lubed hole was amazing no matter the situation, it was becoming painfully apparent that you might also have a size kink . . . specifically being on top of a larger partner and fucking them dumb. This was going to be a fit if your mutual friends ever found out, neither of you would live it down, hell Reiner might even get to rib Porco for once and actually strike a painful nerve. The sudden halt of Porco bullying his cock into your hole shook you from your thoughts, head tilting to gaze up at his flushed face as he avoided eye contact.

"Something wrong, Pock?"

His words were mumbled at first, but once you asked him to repeat himself he simply huffed like the angry baby he is and rolled over onto his back strong hands settled on your waist.

"I like it better like this."

Despite his grumbling a small smile cracked his facade as you giggled and began bouncing on his cock, aided by his large hands clinging to your hips. You would have to tease him later the more important task at hand is milking his cock with your greedy hole and coaxing all those adorable moans and groans you know he has hidden behind his tough guy facade. At the end of the day you two shared an unspoken size kink, even if Porco yelled and jokingly tried to beat you up with a pillow when you brought it up while dishing out aftercare.