#one was a butt that ate the smaller ones

[simpxxstan]

omg the “who in svt like tits” ate so now i need an ass version!!!

18+ nsfw MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

again i definitely think they all like ass a lot because they're just boys (smh smh). but i had fun writing this lmaooo my headcanons are total crack LOL also i'm glad you enjoyed the tits version ahaha you've validated my wild thoughts

seungcheol

so very enthusiastic. non-sexually, i think his favourite part of your body. loves it when you wear clothes that hug to your ass- will take you to the nearest bathroom or private place or even his goddamn car for a quickie because it arouses him to no extent. also LOVES spanking. outside sex, his spanks are gentle. but during sex, oh man. lord save you from him leaving marks all over your ass.

jeonghan

not overly enthusiastic about your butt during sex. but will tease you a lot with it all the time outside of sexy time. like when he casually spanks you in front of the other svt members. he will not leave a single chance to get his hands on your butt- if you bend down, he will slap it. if you hug him, he pulls you closer not using your hips but using your ass. and if you're wearing jeans, one of his hands will permanently be in your back pocket.

joshua

might go a little crazy every time he feels how soft your ass is in his large hands. will squeeze and squish while cuddling because he loves the soft flesh moulding in his hands. he won't spank you during sex, instead opting to bite hickeys into your butt cheeks.

jun

ohhhh he likes your ass too, but SO shy about it. reserved initially- only touching it when making out, or when he's cuddling you. but it gets more freaky with time. for example, now he will exclusively lie down on his back while making you lie down on your stomach, and will hug your ass like a body pillow. also a fan of leaving hickeys on your pretty ass cheeks.

soonyoung

addicted doesn't even cut it, and you know it too. so you tease him fully about it as well. like that time you stripped for him and gave him a lap dance, flaunting your butt for him (he came in his boxers). or that one time you wore a chain around your waist that let little shiny things dangle around your bare ass (he went feral after that). or pretty much every time he takes off your pants and sees you wearing a thong that's exposing your butt cheeks to him completely. will not leave the flesh unmarked that night.

wonwoo

thinks he's so discreet about it, but is actually SO OBSESSED with your ass. will touch it all the damn time. 100% the type to put his hand up your dress or skirt and get hard instantly as he feels the soft skin of your ass instead of protective shorts. loves fucking you in the car in reverse cowgirl- somehow the smaller space makes your ass more glorious in his eyes and he bounces you like crazy. he has polaroids of your lingerie-clad ass covered in hickeys that he sees on lonely nights when you're away from him.

woozi

loves loves loves your ass. will ask you to cockwarm him while he works in the studio (this is canon, i think, at this point) just so he can stretch his hands on your ass after they get tired from typing for a long time. his obsession with your ass becomes amply evident when he's working out with you. he's so shy because he's thinking a pervert- but one innuendo filled reply from you and he knows you want it too. so he doesn't stop himself and goes ahead and gropes your beautiful ass through your tights, as you squat for him.

dokyeom

oh boy. drools whenever he sees your ass. loves all your curves, but whenever you brush the swell of his curve against his body (unconsciously or not), he will get hard instantly, and hold you in place to rub against you like he's going feral. also a big fan of lap dances where you handcuff him and edge him as you dance for him and make his eyes roll back.

mingyu

this puppy is ALSO a fan of lap dances. but prefers when he can lay you over his lap and finger you and spank you at the same time. buys you panties that say cringe lines like "spank me daddy" only to cum in his pants before his hand can touch your butt cheeks. whenever you're making out, he will grab your ass and you both end up grinding against each other. he'll slip his hands under your skirt and grab your ass to help you grind against him faster, until you're both moaning and panting as you reach your highs.

minghao

doesn't get the hype about butts until he sees yours. even then, he's not too wild about it. he prefers facing you during sex, so any time you're facing away from him isn't a great time on his metrics. the only time he's good with it is when he's fucking you against a wall, your dress lifted up so that he can fuck into you without a fuss, a quickie when you're outside home. non-sexually, he loves to feel the softness of your butt, the way it moulds to his hands and how perfectly shaped it is.

seungkwan

UTTERLY, COMPLETELY OBSESSED. he will 100% compare sizes. but he's so smitted with your butt, he LOVES to touch it when you're cuddling (which is a lot). i think he's not too freaky in sex, but his mind is BLOWN when you sit on his face, and he grabs your ass as you ride him for hours. he will make out with your pussy as you lie on the bed, ass up, so that he can spread open your ass cheeks as he fucks his tongue into you. i also think he's definitely going to convince you to try anal at least once... and if you happen to like it, he's going to buy so many crystal plugs for you (which you're going to now use on him too LOL not that he minds).

vernon

quite pathetic how attached he is to your butt. does not understand when is time and when's not a good time to grope your butt (but he's started reading cues now). loves when you sit on his lap, even non-sexually. the plush feeling on your butt on his thighs, especially when you're wearing skirts or shorts, gets him feeling so warm and cuddly. in bed, he loves to fuck you in doggy style. there's just something about being able to finish on your ass that gets his spent dick hard again.

chan

another person who'll compare sizes. will ask you to dance with him, but when you do a provocative or remotely sexy step, say swirling your hips or twerking, he's fucked (will take you against the practice room mirror, eyes trained on your ass). another speciment of this- when you work out with him and you innocently ask him to help you get the correct posture during squat and downward dog, he will rub his dick into your butt cheeks to tell you he's getting horny as fuck.

[kingluffy5]

GRRRRR IMAGINE TAILUNG ( from kungfu panda ) WITH a leopard reader who has a smaller body than him, LIKE IMAGINE WITH THE SIZE DIFFERENCE HOW NICE CUDDLING WOULD BEEEE

All right so obviously I have to change some things around in terms of story. In this Tai Lung when finding out he is not the Dragon Warrior decides to continue training at the Jade Palace as a master, he is considerably less violent but will still be sassy, and in this au he is actually good friends with Po. This one will be small do to a lack of specificity on what you want and nothing to really base off of.

Tai Lung x Leopard Reader (GN)

Tai Lung has been training for a while and Y/N just wants to cuddle

3rd Person P.O.V.

Sounds of kung fu could be heard from the pool of sacred tears as Master Tai Lung was training with the Dragon Warrior, Po.

“If that is all you can do Panda I just might claim the title of Dragon Warrior yet,” Tai Lung jokingly mocked as the two dueled.

“Don’t start thinking this fight is over just yet Tai Lung, KICK OF AWESOMENESS!!!!” Po yelled as he kicked at Tai Lung’s stomach.

“Po you know I can easily block that right?” Tai Lung said as he flips Po over him.

“Yeah but it gives me the chance to do this,” Po revealed as he stepped on Tai Lungs tail.

“AHH! Mother of - ”

“Tai Lung are you still training!” A voice yelled, one that is able to strike fear into the hearts of legendary warriors such as Tai Lung, Po, and even Master Shifu himself.

1st Person P.O.V.

Here I am walking all the way up to the pool of sacred tears when Tai Lung said he would be done training hours ago, after the recent attack on the Valley by Kai he started training more and more and it is like I barely see him any more. I get he wants to train to protect the people of the Valley but I still want him to come home before I go to sleep.

Once I get to the top of the mountain I see Po and Tai Lung shivering which is weird because even if we are this high up it is still pretty warm out.

“You promised to be home hours ago,” I angrily reminded my partner.

“I’m sorry dear you see we just lost track of time,” He said honestly and guiltily.

“Heroes of the Valley my butt you two would lose your heads without me and Shifu here to make sure you don’t overwork yourselves come,” The statement came from a place of care as me and Tai Lung were partners in every way, romantically, as well as in Kung Fu. While I do not train in the ancient art and am smaller than the likes of him and Po, and would likely easily lose most fights, I make sure Tai Lung takes care of himself.

“You’re right dear, let’s go home and rest,” He suggested.

— — —

We ate dinner in silence and were now in bed, also in silence.

“Are you still made at me Y/N?” He asked.

I growled in response, confirming his question.

“I’m sorry that we were training for so long, and I know it probably does not make up for it but we did genuinely lose track of time,” He apologized.

“But why do you have to train so much? I want you to be home more,” I asked.

“When Kai attacked I was almost powerless to stop him, I didn’t want to have that feeling of you not being safe anymore, I want to always be able to protect you,” He said.

I suddenly curl up into him and bury my face into his chest, “Just shut it you big lug,”

[jubileeena]

BEHOLD: MALWARE AU

So. We all know Turbo. He's kind of the flavour of the month right now. He's a horrible little piece of shit and we love him for that!

As a result of a couple posts that I'll link when I'm on desktop (or you can look through my blog its some of my most recent reblogs) and That One Video Essay I got to thinking about how much of Turbo's actions came from his nature, what cropped up out of desperation and jealousy, and what came from the nightmare virus that ate him. Then I got to writing. A lot. And now I have a monster fanfic that might or might not ever get written but I might actually explode if I don't share some of it.

This snippet revolves around Vanellope, mostly, and my continuous ongoing realization that modding/slightly retexturing video games is actually a lot easier than I thought it was. Enjoy!

Prologue

Vanellope hasn't been a part of her own game for 15 years. It's long since figured out how to function around her, but now King Candy's been dealt with via hot cola insecticide and she adamantly refuses to ride in his little vanilla-white kart. Not with her own baby waiting right there for her.

Except the game really really wants her to.

The kart bakery is supposed to be a fun side minigame. The kart lasts until the player stops feeding the game quarters, then it will restore itself to the default kart for the racer.

She's been carefully ignoring the crackling parts of code that bubble up around her when she revvs the engine too hard for days now, telling herself it was just remnants of her own glitch messing with her driving. But right after she crossed the finish line at the end of the final race of that day, it glitched so badly she was left lying on the track as it rammed itself into the boundary.

She'd spent most of that evening moping around and complaining under her breath about the mess her predecessor had left her - - until she thought huh. If Turbo could program his whole throne-stealing butt into the game, why couldn't she just... Slip in and fix her kart?

Sour Bill didn't seem happy at all when she slipped behind the curtain of her throne room (bleh. Needed to redecorate that soon. Way too princess-y for her taste), but he dutifully agreed to stand guard as she followed the instructions on the handy little piece of paper that lay discarded on the floor.

Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, START

Yes! She jumped into the darkness without thinking, entranced by the nebula of nodes and string of information that made the glitch constantly buzzing under her skin sing.

This is what she was meant for. This was why the game kept her around. It loved her.

Her node was easy to find, set in the center as it was with streams of code coming from it. She blipped up to it, and kicked her feet excitedly as she floated in place, and tapped it to enlarge it.

Wow, it really was easy. All she had to do was find her primary kart file, and swap it with the one in the Bakery's subfolder that held the information for her baby, and that was that. No wonder King Boogerface managed to mess things around so much, if what was all it took.

Task complete, she turned around to try and reorient herself to find the exit again, but a flickering node caught her eye.

It was strobing worse than any of the others, and there was no visible text on it to give any clue as to what it could be. She blipped over to it and tapped on it-

Only to be thrown backwards as it quadrupled in size, mangled streams of code now visible through it's translucent surface.

She glitched again to lose her momentum and stop somersaulting through the void, then back towards the code box. She reached a hand inside and flicked her wrist in a movement she instinctively remembered, and pressed confirm when the prompt came up to clear the cache memory.

It spluttered for a moment, then as if expelling a sickness the darkness bled from the body of the node and dissolved into the void, leaving behind a little red code box, smaller and less defined than the rest, connected to everything with only a thin strand but with it's pixelated text quite clear for her to read, and her breath hitched.

Turbo

[black-suns-rim]

The Child

This is part two of the Ethereal Star AU story. You can find part one here

Word count: about 10,100

The soft chirping of birds echoed off the walls of the temple. A cool breeze blew through the stone pillars and the long cloth banners that hung from the wall gently swung back and forth. As the sun slowly rose over the mountain of clouds that overcast the village below, slowly, the villagers woke.

Daleth rolled to his side, being woken up by a ray of light shining on his face. Stiffly, he sat up while sighing. He reached his hand out to his night stand, feeling around for his mask but he couldn’t find it. He stood up and walked to the curtains that were holding back the sun’s warm rays and opened up a flood of light that illuminated his whole room. He went back to his night stand but didn’t find his mask. He realized his staff was missing too.

“Alef!” Daleth shouted as he left his room. He went to the remaining windows, opening the curtains of the small hut. “Alef!” he shouted again. He almost tripped over when the small child ran past his legs, “I am the light protector!” Alef giggled as he swung around Daleth’s oversized staff, trying to keep the large mask from falling off of his face. Daleth smiled, “Light protector, may I have my staff and mask back?”

“The light protector needs the staff and mask to fight the evil light snatchers!” Alef swung the staff around more before losing his balance and falling on his butt.

“Well, light protector, the light guider needs the staff and mask for his daily duties.” Daleth spoke softly as he squatted down and held out his hand. “Fine..” Alef handed the mask and staff to Daleth.

“Wash up Little Ember, a full day is ahead of you.”

“Aw, but I thought today I wasn't going to do anything.” Alef pouted.

“Tomorrow is your day of rest.” He sat down on a nearby chair, of which had his shoes under it, “I need you to do your daily chores. Once you are done with those, come to me and I'll give you something else to do if you complete them before it's time for your lessons at the prairie temple.” He places his shoes on.

Alef sighed, “fine..” He washed his face and prepared for the day. As usual, he had breakfast with Daleth at the village's small café. Once he was done, he went off on his own to do his chores in the village.

Help the merchants open their stands, clean out the manta stables and many other smaller tasks around the village that the residents needed help with. Once he was all done, it was about mid morning. He sat at a bench, eating a snack he got from one of the vendors he helped.

“Alef!” Kizuna ran over to him, “Good morning!” She gave him a hug and sat right next to him on the bench, “where'd you get that?” She gestured to his snack.

“I got it from one of the vendors. I helped him and he gave me this.” He handed her a piece and she took it.

“I got all my chores done, how about you?” She swung her legs back and forth as she ate the snack.

“Yeah, all of mine are done. I'm just taking a break. Daleth said I need to go to him after I'm done though.”

“Me and Veluboga are gonna sneak into the caves when she's done with her chores. You wanna come with us?”

“What? But we aren't supposed to go in them.” alef looked at her. She had a big smile on her face.

“But do you ever wonder what they look like inside? My big brother said there's murals all over the walls in the deepest parts of the cave where they rest before going into the trials.”

“I mean yeah, I do wonder, but we will see how they look eventually.” He finished eating his snack.

“C'mon, you're not a coward, are you? It will be fun!” She hopped off the bench and pulled on his arm, “c'mon, c'mon! I wanna see if Veluboga is done yet!” Alef hopped off the bench so he wouldn't fall from Kizuna tugging on him. They ran to Veluboga's place and knocked on the door. A chubby and tired looking father opened the door.

“Is Veluboga done with her chores?” Kizuna asked.

“Yeah,” He yawned, “she's just helping me feed her brother right now.” He stepped out of the way of the door to let Alef and Kizuna in. The two of them entered the home as the father closed the door behind them. They walked over to Veluboga who was giggling at how her baby brother was eating his porridge. It covered his face and was dripping down his chin. The father walked over, grabbing a cloth and wiped it all off, “your friends are here.”

Veluboga looked over to where her dad gestured. She ran over to Kizuna and Alef, giving them both hugs, “Hi guys!”

“Are you ready for an adventure today?” Kizuna couldn't keep still.

“Yeah!” Veluboga grabbed a small brown bag. It held various items in it. Kizuna grabbed her hand and started to head out.

“Don't get too far from the village. Be safe and be back by sundown.” Her dad said as he was feeding the baby.

“Ok, love you daddy!”

“Love you too, my little flower petal.”

They left the home and began their little journey to the camp outside of the trial caves. It was about a mile from the village, but still in sight of the residents. They stopped at a large boulder to take a break from walking. Veluboga was out of breath. She was a bit on the chunky side, but she had been losing weight ever since Alef arrived to the village.

“Did you bring water? I'm thirsty.” She asked both Alef and Kizuna.

“no…” Kizuna looked at her bag, “what did you bring with you?”

“uh, some sweet buns and toys.” She pulled out a bun from her bag. It wasn't wrapped or anything, “You guys want one?”

Alef made a slightly disgusted expression under his mask as Kizuna took it, “You didn't wrap them up? They're gonna get stale and covered in hair.”

Veluboga shrugged and Kizuna ate the bread, “Do you have water Alef?” Veluboga asked.

“No, I'm not even carrying anything on me.”

“oh…” She looked through her bag, “Bun?” She pulled one out.

“I'm good.” Alef turned his gaze to the camp outside of the cave and got an idea, “You know, they might have water.” He pointed at the camp.

“But what if there are people there?” Kizuna was worried about being caught.

“They are usually up and training in the caves by now. Daleth has taken me to the camp before, but he's never taken me inside of the caves.” Kizuna trusted Alef's words, “Alright.”

The three of them headed towards the camp, and like Alef had said, no one was there. The morning camp fire that was used for cooking breakfast was still trailing out smoke had just recently been put out. Alef snuck around the tents, looking for where some water might be stashed. His two friends trailed close behind him. He snuck into one of the large tents while Kizuna and Veluboga stayed outside of it, not daring to go in.

Alef came out with a large stone carved bottle and handed it to Veluboga, “Here's your water.” She took it and began to chug the water down. Once she was done, Alef placed the stone bottle back where he found it.

“Alright, back to our main mission: the caves!” Kizuna grabbed both Alef's and Veluboga's hands, almost dragging them. Once they got to the large entrance of the cave, they stood in front of it for a while.

“Well… are we gonna go in?” Alef stared into the dark cave.

“Yeah… but… I don't like how I can't see in it.” Kizuna was still holding their hands. Her's was getting sweaty which made Alef cringe.

“I don't like the dark Kizuna…” Veluboga wanted to stay back from the creeping darkness.

Alef sighed, “We came all this way out here. I'm not gonna just stand here and look at the cave entrance.” He let go of Kizuna's hand and went into the pitch dark of the cave. Kizuna and Veluboga watched as the dark swallowed him. Suddenly, the cave entrance lit up. The two girls gasp, “Whoa!”

Alef was in awe, “Cool.” He looked back at Kizuna and Veluboga, “Well, aren't you two coming?” He said with a little sass. They both ran to catch up with him. The cave got colder the further in they ventured and it felt uncomfortably moist, as if there was a constant mist. Alef stopped When they got to a stone bridge that was surrounded by clouds on either side.

“I can't see the end of that bridge… and it's not lit up.” He was skeptical of it.

“It's probably fine to walk across it.” Veluboga took a couple of steps towards it before Alef stopped her.

“No, I have a feeling. Hold on…” He grabbed a large rock and threw it at the bridge but it phased right through the bridge as if the bridge didn't exist.

“Uh…” Kizuna was confused, “What-?”

“The bridge must be an illusion.” Alef sat on the floor.

“Wait, how? Why? Why would there be a fake bridge?” Kizuna sat with him and Veluboga did the same.

“I don't know.”

“There has to be another way to get to the other side… if there is one. I can't see anything with those clouds.”

Alef thought for a while, “illusion magic is one of the most simple magics out of the others. I remember a lesson from my teacher, saying how to create an illusion and to break one. I failed at creating one during the lesson, but maybe I can break this one.” He stood up.

“I keep forgetting you have lessons. You're so lucky.” Kizuna and Veluboga kept seated on the floor.

Alef was sloppy with his stance, but he was doing his best from memory. He concentrated on the bridge illusion as he moved his hands from side to side. Kizuna and Veluboga started to chuckle which broke Alef's concentration.

“What's so funny?” He looked back at them.

“You. You look like you have a wedgie.” Kizuna laughed.

“I'm trying my best here!” Alef was a little embarrassed. He sighed and tried again but Veluboga and Kizuna busted out laughing.

“Can you just look away from me while I try to do this!?” He was getting a little frustrated.

“Alright, alright.” Kizuna and Veluboga were still chuckling as they turned their backs to Alef. Once more he tried. He took a deep breath in and then out. He moved his hands from side to side with his feet following the movement of his hands, trying to build up energy - a trick for students who are new to magic use.

Slowly, his hands began to glow yellow. It was very dim but still noticeable. He held his hands out in front of himself and then put them together. He pulled them in towards his chest and then quickly put them out. The dim yellow light that was coming from his hands brightened rapidly as it was forced away from his body and towards the illusion. The illusion broke along with the clouds that were surrounding the bridge, revealing they too were fake. It was like watching golden sparkles fall from the sky.

“Whoa! I actually did it!” Alef smiled under his mask. Veluboga and Kizuna turned around, “Whoa!”

All three of them stared at what was revealed. The bridge illusion led to a deep pit filled with clouds. Alef's heart sank at the sight, his mind raced thinking of what could've happened to Veluboga if she had tried to walk on the bridge. Or any of them. But he also saw a small path that followed the cave's wall.

“Look, a path there!” Alef pointed out, “and it leads further Into the cave.”

The three of them took the path. When they reached the end of it, lights in the cave had already been lit and they could hear faint voices.

“We must be getting close!” Kizuna was excited.

“Shh! They might hear us now.” Alef hushed and she quickly quieted down.

The walls of the cave grew more narrow as they headed towards the voices. They stopped when they saw light murals appear on the walls.

“Whoa!” They all said in unison. Smiles grew on their faces but only Veluboga's was visible since she hasn't been given her mask yet, being the youngest of the three. They pointed, stared and giggled as they ran down the narrow cave hallway, triggering the light murals as they passed. They stopped when they came across a large stone door that was open. They could hear the voices more clearly now, so they became quiet. What they didn't realize was how loud their giggling had been while they were walking down the narrow hallway.

They slowly went towards the open doorway, looking down a ledge that led to a huge open cavern below. The cavern walls were covered in light murals from top to bottom. And on the ground, there were 4 different groups of young adults. They were all being trained by the different elemental prophets. They watched the groups being trained, giggling and whispering in the process. Some of the young adults had noticed the three little kids at the top of the entrance to the cavern but didn't mention anything to the prophets since they didn't want to interrupt their teaching.

They watched for about 15 minutes before mimicking what the students were doing. They played for a while, not noticing how the giant stone door closed, “What are young embers like you doing here?”

The kids immediately stopped their playing and looked to where the voice came from. They saw a very tall, slender and intimidating figure. They fell silent and held still, slightly frightened.

“I'm surprised you got past my illusion.” He began to walk towards the kids before realizing they were scared of him. He stopped and then squatted down to try to seem less intimidating.

“You know you little embers shouldn't be in my trials just yet, right?” Anubis tried to sound more light hearted and gave a faint smile which was barely visible.

“It was my idea! I just wanted to see the murals I heard about.” Alef spoke up to take the blame for Kizuna since it was her idea originally.

“You, you broke my illusion?” Anubis already knew the answer to the question, but he wanted to hear it from Alef.

“y-yeah…” He sheeply answered, “Am I in trouble?...”

“No, not at all.” The elder prophet stood up, “I'm just surprised someone as young as you was able to break that large of an illusion. I'm more so impressed. You must take lessons, yes?”

Alef nodded.

“How about this, I give all three of you a lesson and you head back to the village afterwards? And you young embers don't come back here until it is your time, yeah?”

All three of them nodded. They just didn't want to get in trouble. They were still intimidated by him.

“Good. Come along, the cave hall isn't wide enough for what I have in mind.” He held his hands behind his back as he walked past the three. They looked at each other and then followed the tall and slender prophet. He was leading them to the outside of the cave.

“Um, I have a question…” Alef spoke up.

“Yes?” Anubis answered, not turning his head.

“Why did you make a fake bridge over a cliff?”

“So it would keep curious embers, like you, out. At the bottom, under the clouds, there's a waypoint I created that will send you back to the outside of the cave, unharmed.”

“A waypoint?” Alef wanted to know more.

“Yes.. it's advanced magic. A waypoint can be used for many things. I use it as a safety net. Some use it as a way to keep others out of places.”

“Whoa.. cool.” Alef thought for a little bit before speaking up again, “Are you a teacher or a prophet?”

“I'm both. Though, I do more teaching.”

“How long have you been teaching?”

“Centuries. Before the realms were formed.”

“You must be really old!” Veluboga blurted out. Alef elbowed her, “ow!”

Anubis chuckled, “Yes, I am really old.”

“You don't look old though.” Veluboga was rubbing her arm and glaring at Alef.

“My prophets and I don't age like most people do.”

“Why?” The three kids asked.

“Well, I'm not all too sure actually. But I assume it's because we have a higher purpose given to us by the star mother. She decides our path, but it's our will to fulfill it.”

The kids were starting to become less afraid of him and began to ask more questions. He didn't mind answering what he could. Once they were outside of the cave, he led the kids to the camp.

“Have you three eaten anything recently?” Anubis entered one of the tents and the kids followed.

“We've only had breakfast.” Kizuna stared at all the masks that were hanging from the tent's support beams.

“Then you must be hungry by now. It's almost noon.” He levitated some baskets around to get to a large crate. He levitated a couple of fruits from the crate and then placed the baskets back where they previously were. He handed them the fruit.

They thanked him and ate. When they were done, they followed him out of the tent. He had pulled out a couple of mats and placed them on the ground.

“So, what are you going to teach us?” Kizuna asked as she looked up at Anubis.

“Physical balance.” He sat on one of the mats, “But first, we stretch. Mirror what I do.”

The kids sat in front of him on the mats. He directed them on what stretches to do while showing them. He also explained how to properly stretch. After they were warmed up, he began his little lesson on balance. Kizuna had incredible balance while Alef and Veluboga were wobbly. They fell over a few times while trying to copy Anubis.

By the time he was done teaching them, the sun was high in the sky and it was beginning to get hot. He handed the kids some water as they rested in the cool tents.

“You young embers did good.” Anubis placed the mats back where he pulled them from.

“We kept falling down.” Alef sighed.

“Yes, but you got back up and tried again, didn't you? A good student isn't one who succeeds all the time. A good student is one who keeps trying even after they fail. It's what helps you grow. If you aren't failing, you aren't being challenged. And if you're not challenged, you won't be able to grow.”

Alef thought about that for a bit, “yeah.. I guess that makes sense. Wait, what time is it?” Alef almost forgot about his lessons he needed to go to.

“Noon. So, about 12pm.” Anubis drank some water.

“Oh no! I have to go! I'll see you guys later.” He quickly hugged his friends and ran to the village as fast as he could. Anubis chuckled as he watched Alef run off.

Once he reached the village, Alef looked for Daleth. He saw him at the boat docs and ran over to him. He was out of breath as he reached Daleth.

“Alef! Where have you been? You are late!” Daleth scolded.

“I'm sorry…” He looked down at his feet. Daleth sighed, “Get on the boat.” He gestured to a small stone boat. Alef got on. Daleth handed him a bag that held his school items in it, “Behave yourself. I'll see you later tonight.”

“Wait, will I be in trouble?..”

“No. You just need to be more aware of your time next time Alef.”

“Okay…”

Daleth set the boat to its course - the prairie light temple. Alef sat alone on the small boat. He took off his mask and wiped away the sweat from his face. His once happy mood turned to sadness. Not because of Daleth's scolding. He sat on the boat's floor, pulling his knees to his chest and hugged his legs. He rested his face on his knees.

“I miss you momma…” He whispered to himself.

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The sun was beginning to set on Prairie. The air was rapidly growing colder and the animals retreated to their homes. Alef held a small lantern in his hands that kept him warm as he tried not to fall asleep. His lessons from today were more active compared to the others he’s had in the past and with what he did this morning, he was so ready to go to bed. He didn’t want to pass out on the boat while on his way back home to the village since he knew Daleth wouldn’t be able to carry him back to the small hut they shared.

His eyelids were heavy and slowly they were weighing down. Alef shook his head and smacked his face to try and get rid of the sleepiness. He looked at the hills of prairie as his boat passed by them. The setting sun was creeping behind the horizon which made the outline of the hills glow a bright yellow. The last bit of mantas were flying towards their nests high up in the cliffs and floating islands. He watched as the sun vanished from sight, leaving its warm remnants on the clouds.

Alef’s mind began to drift to memories of his mother and all the stories she would tell…

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“Can you tell me about the story of the manta and butterfly again?”

“Again? Don’t you have this story memorized by now, my little star?” she picked up the small child and tickled his side. He giggled and squealed.

“I wanna hear it again!”

“Alright.” She sat down and grabbed out a small stone carved manta and butterfly from a bag after placing the child down.

“There once was a manta who would soar up high in the clouds. She would race with her friends and play all day where the stars met the clouds.” she handed the child the carved manta, “One day, she found a butterfly high up in the clouds. ‘What are you doing here little butterfly?’ the manta asked, and the butterfly replied, ‘I wanted to explore! But I don't know where to go.’ “

“And the manta said, ‘follow me! I can show you many cool places!’ “ the child held up the manta in the air. The mother chuckled.

“And so, the manta led the butterfly through all the realms, showing them all the cool places where her friends often visited.” the mother held up the butterfly and waved it in the air, “As the sun began to set, the manta and the butterfly rested on the floating islands of the green prairie. ‘Thank you manta for showing me all these places.’ the butterfly said to their new friend.”

“ ‘you’re welcome little butterfly!’ “ the child giggled. He held out his hand for the carved butterfly and his mother gave it to him, “And now I eat you! Raaah!” He hit the two carved toys together.

“That’s not how the story ends.” She chuckled.

“Yes it is! That's how it ends tonight!” he laughed. She shook her head, “you’re so silly.” she began coughing hard and held her side.

“Momma!” He dropped his toys and immediately grabbed her bag. He pulled out a small jar and handed it to her. She took off her mask and grabbed the jar, opening it while she coughed. She scooped out a small portion of thick paste and put it in her mouth. Her coughing became less and less until she had completely stopped.

“Thank you my little Alef.” she put her mask back on. Alef hugged his mother and she hugged him back, “Everything is going to be okay.” she tried to reassure him.

“Is everything good back there?” A deep voice asked. Alef’s mother stood up, moving the cloth curtains out of her way as Alef clung to her side.

“Yes, everything’s fine.” She looked at the birostrian and then at the dark night sky.

“We are almost to our next stop. We have maybe two more hours of travel to go. You and your little ember should get some rest while you can.”

Alef looked at the sandy dunes. He noticed some small glowing embers off in the distance. He then looked at the lanterns that were hung from the decorated caravan. The same embers that flew around freely in the sandy dunes were the same embers that were trapped within those lanterns that lit up their dark path. He then looked up to his mother, “I'm not tired yet.” He quietly said.

“I am. We can stay up a little longer, but we need to sleep soon Alef…

Alef…

Alef…

Alef!”

Alef woke up and rubbed his eyes. Daleth had his hand on his shoulder, “Tiring day?” he chuckled.

“I fell asleep?” Alef put his mask on and groggily grabbed his bag.

“Yep. And you were out cold. I would’ve carried you if I were able to.” He helped Alef out of the boat. It was completely dark in the village except for some lanterns lighting in the pathways. Clouds were starting to roll in, “It’s gonna rain tonight.” Daleth held Alef’s hand as he walked him to their hut, “Are you hungry at all?”

“No. I ate before I left the temple.” he yawned.

“Okay, good. You should bathe before you sleep tonight. You seem like you have sweated a lot.”

“Yeah…”

As they entered the hut, Alef could smell what Daleth had cooked earlier. It smelled like the spicy stew he would always prepare the night before Alef had a day of rest. Daleth helped the tired kid prepare a warm bath. He left the bathing room once the bath was ready. Alef took off all of his clothes and stepped into the warm bath tub. He sat down and splashed the water on his face, making sure to remove all of the dried sweat and dirt from himself.

He washed his short hair and scrubbed his whole body. Once he was done cleaning himself, he laid back in the water. Alef sighed. He noticed some embers fluttering around in the bathroom. He reached out his hand towards them and they fluttered near him. He watched as they danced in the air. A smile creeped onto his face as he moved his hand around - the embers followed. They fluttered away after a while.

Alef got out of the bathtub once his hands began to prune up. He dried himself off with the towel Daleth left for him and he changed into his night clothes. He picked up all his dirty clothes and carried them out of the bathroom. He went to his small room and placed the dirty clothes in the corner of his room. Walking out of his room, he peeked into Daleth’s room to see if he was in there. Daleth had fallen asleep while Alef was taking his bath.

The child walked outside of the small hut and sat on the porch. He wished he was still tired but now he was wide awake. He looked up at the sky that was now covered in clouds. He shivered as the wind blew. He went back inside to grab his cloak and went outside again. He pulled his hood over his head as the wind blew gently. He pulled his legs up to his chest, hugging his legs. As he was thinking about the day, it began to rain.

Alef held his hand out, letting the rain droplets touch his skin. He didn’t want to stay at the hut, but he also knew he shouldn’t roam the village at night by himself. He couldn’t wake Daleth up, he knew he would get mad that he wasn’t in bed. Alef’s eyes began to water up, he tried holding back the tears but once they started to fall down his cheeks, he couldn’t stop them. Sniffling, he wiped away the tears from his face as he tried not to cry too loudly.

“I want you mommy…” He whimpered quietly to himself. Soon, his sleeves became covered in snot from him wiping his nose and tears, “I want you back… I miss you so much.” He stood up. He couldn’t stand to be at the hut right now. Alef ran out of the village as the rain poured heavily. He ran and ran, having no destination in mind but his legs led him to the prophecy cave where he and his friend had been earlier in the day.

He didn't go too far into the cave before his legs gave out and he collapsed onto the floor, crying and out of breath. He sat with his back towards the wall, his face was buried in his knees while he hugged his legs tightly. He sobbed loudly as he hyperventilated. He didn't realize how loud he was since he thought he was alone. A cloaked and slender being slowly approached the crying child and kneeled down in front of him.

“Little ember?” the voice spoke softly but with concern. Alef looked up with blurry vision but he recognized the voice. It was the teacher of the trials. Alef leapt forward and clung to the slender prophet. Anubis didn’t know what to do besides hug the child. He slightly cringed, feeling the snot and tears seep through his clothes. Once alef calmed down, he let go of the prophet.

“What has you so troubled little ember?”

Alef sniffled, “I- I miss my m-mommy… I w-want her back…” he wiped his face.

“I see…”

“I don't want to be here. I want to go home to my old village with my old friends. But I'm stuck here…” his cheeks were sore from the salty tears running down his face. He hugged Anubis again without saying anything. The prophet patted his back as Alef continued to sniffle. When Alef completely stopped, Anubis noticed his hug weakened.

“Little ember?” Anubis nudged. Then he realized the child had cried so much that it had tired him out to the point he passed out.

“Oh boy…” He didn't know who was in charge of this child, but he knew he shouldn’t leave him all by himself in the cave. He picked up the child and kept him safe from the rain under his cloak as he walked out of the cave. Anubis headed to the camp, walking into the tent he shared with the other four prophets.

“So, who was crying?” the prophet of water looked up from a card game she was playing with the prophet of fire.

“This little guy.” Anubis took off his cloak, revealing the small child who was sleeping in his arm.

“Oh sweet star mother, a kid?” she got up, “Hand that poor thing to me.” Anubis handed Alef to her.

“I believe his mother was the traveler that had passed away in the village nearby just a couple weeks ago. He told me he missed her, and I don’t blame him.” Anubis sat down.

“Aw, poor little ember.” The fire prophet assumed the water prophet was done playing cards since she was occupied with holding Alef.

“He must be having a hard time adjusting if he came all the way out here in the rain, crying. Oh you poor baby.” The water prophet sat down gently, making sure she wouldn’t wake up Alef.

“Wow, I haven't seen you this motherly in a long time.” the fire prophet chuckled as he put the cards away.

“Hush you.” she playfully smacked him.

“So, what are we gonna do with the kid? I mean, we can’t just wake up that entire village.” The fire prophet stretched his arms and back.

“We wait until the morning. Either he wakes up and leaves on his own or we will hear a panicked guardian looking for him.” Anubis took off his mask and placed it right by his sleeping mat.

“Yeah, that sounds reasonable.” the fire prophet laid on his sleeping mat, “well, I’m gonna sleep now. Night guys.”

“Good night.” Anubis and water prophet said.

“We might as well sleep too.” Anubis laid back on his mat.

“Yeah…” the water prophet gently placed Alef on her sleeping mat and pulled a blanket over him.

“You wouldn't mind if I laid right next to you, Anubis?” The water prophet took off her mask and dimmed the light in the tent.

“No. You know we’ve been friends for long enough that you don’t have to ask, right?” he chuckled.

“I know, but I still like to make sure.” she placed her mask right next to his and laid right next to him, “I hope this kid can find peace. It always makes my heart ache to see a little ember hurt from loss.”

“I hope he can find peace too… Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

As the rain pelted the tent’s roof, all the prophets fell asleep to its soothing sound.

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Before the sun rose, Alef woke up to the sweet smell of burning incense. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, a little confused on where he was. He glanced around, realizing he was in a tent. It was oddly warm in the tent...

“Sleep well, young ember?” A familiar voice asked. Alef quickly turned his head to where the voice came from. The slender Prophet was tending to a small fire that had a pot hanging over it. Alef got up to sit right next to Anubis. They sat in silence for a while before Alef spoke up.

“I don't want to go back…”

Anubis looked down at the kid, “You can't stay here forever. You'll worry your guardian.”

Alef sighed. He looked up at Anubis who didn't have his mask on. His face had a large scar across it that went from the left side of his forehead down to the right side of his cheek. His eyes looked tired but relaxed. Alef looked around the tent, seeing all the other Prophets were still asleep.

“If it is your wish to stay here a little longer, you may. But when the people of that little village come looking for you, you must return to them. I will not hide you here.”

“okay.” Alef spoke quietly. He watched the flames of the fire dance around, swaying and flickering.

“Will I ever stop missing my momma?..”

Anubis frowned, “No. A part of you will always miss her. But that doesn't mean you'll always feel like how you do now. Over time, the pain will fade, but it will never leave.” He patted Alef's head to try and comfort him.

“That doesn't mean you won't find someone else to look up to like you did for her. No one can replace her, but someone can fill her parental role.”

Alef scooted right next to Anubis and leaned against him. He just wanted to be held… he wanted someone to hold him. And badly. Anubis put an arm around him. He could tell Alef was hurting.

They sat in silence while Anubis waited for the breakfast to cook. Once it was ready, the other prophets were already awake. Anubis gave Alef a bowl of the hot grainy paste that had been cooking. It didn't look too appetizing, but it smelt really good. He tried it and was surprised by how sweet it was. As the prophets ate, they chatted while Alef kept quiet.

“A new day, a new headache.” The fire prophet said as he opened up the tent door to the rising sun.

“Oh come on, the students aren't that bad.” The air prophet was finishing up their breakfast.

“Try having my group. They are so immature.”

“Aren't all young adults immature?” Anubis chuckled.

“I swear they are worse than the last batch you assigned to me.” The fire prophet took the flames from the firepit in their tent and used his magic to light the other fire pits around the camp without having to move too far from their tent.

“Well today is the last day of their training before they start the sacred trials tomorrow. You won't have to deal with them much longer.” The water prophet said as she was cleaning out the pot the breakfast was cooked in.

“And thank the great star mother for that. You'll have to deal with them.” He chuckled.

She sighed, “Don't remind me.”

The other prophets laughed. Alef's gaze went from one prophet to the next as they spoke to each other. He finished up his bowl and handed it to the water prophet. Without saying anything, Alef walked up to Anubis and hugged his leg. He looked down and placed a hand on Alef's head. The other prophets glanced over at them.

Alef let go and walked out of the tent. He was ready to head back to the village, and so, he left.

“That little guy really likes you.” The water prophet observed.

“I noticed… Usually, young embers are afraid of me. Most likely because of the mask, right?”

“Yeah, the mask will do it.” The earth prophet walked past him, “I know mine's pretty terrifying to young embers.”

The prophets and the overseer began to start their day in the camp. The last bit of lessons they were about to provide their students was the key in helping them to succeed in the ritualistic trials.

When Alef got back to the village, the village residents were just starting to wake up. He entered the small hut quietly, hoping Daleth was still asleep. He was relieved when he heard the old man snoring in his room. Alef changed out from his night clothes into his day clothes. He sat on his bed and pulled out the stone carved manta and butterfly his mother had made for him from the bag she used to carry around with her. He held the stone toys in his hands and sighed.

Alef heard Daleth opening the curtains in the hut. He put his two toys away and walked out of his small room.

“Oh, you're already up.” Daleth sounded a little surprised.

“I've been up for a while..”

“Aw, I thought you would've slept well after that bath last night.” Daleth walked to the little kitchen and pulled out a loaf of bread.

“Are you still having nightmares?”

“Yeah…”

Daleth cut the bread and handed him a slice but Alef shook his head, “I'm not hungry.”

Daleth frowned. He ate the slice of bread and put the loaf away.

“Can I go play with my friends?”

“Yes. Be back before sundown.”

Alef nodded and left the hut. Daleth placed a hand on the back of his neck and huffed. He got ready for the day.

Alef kept himself busy with his friends all day, and by nightfall, he was able to sleep.

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“Last night, before I went to bed, I saw a small group set up their tents right by the trial cave’s camp.” Kizuna was eating a rather large fruit.

“Ok, and? Travelers are common.” Alef yawned as he followed her. They were on their way to get Veluboga.

“They were different! I saw these really huge guys! Bigger than the cave teacher!”

“Do you mean the teacher with the jackal mask?”

“Yeah. From what I could tell, those guys were probably three times the size of him!” Kizuna handed Alef the fruit she had been eating, now full from it. He didn’t really want it, but kept it in his hands.

Knocking on Vel’s door, Kizuna rocked back and forth from her heels to her toes. Vel opened the door, greeted them and said goodbye to her dad as she left with her friends. Alef handed Vel the fruit Kizuna handed to him.

“So what are we doing today?” Veluboga began to eat the fruit.

“I want to see who camped far out over there.” Kiz gestured and the two looked where she was pointing.

“I don’t think we should bother travelers… we might get in trouble.” Alef sighed. He felt like he was always the voice of reason with her.

“We won’t get in trouble if we’re just looking. Now let's go!” She grabbed both Alef’s and Vel’s arm.

The three of them crept closer to the strange traveler's camp and hid behind a rock that was nearby. They saw a huge figure laying right next to a fire pit with charcoaled logs.

“See, I told you. Bigger than the cave teacher.” Kizuna whispered.

“Whoa… they are a giant.” Veluboga stared.

“Huh… they are huge.” Alef has never seen anyone quite that large before, even when he had traveled from his original village to here.

“I wonder where they are from?...” Kiz noticed how the large guy was dressed, “They look so different. Their tents look very fancy too. Way too fancy to be normal travelers.” She observed.

“What if they are rich travelers?” Vel asked.

“Why would anyone rich wanna come here? No offense, but this place isn't exactly screaming ‘rich people come here.’ ” Alef remarked in a sassy tone.

“Are you saying our village isn't interesting enough for rich people?” Kizuna got a little offended.

“Basically, yeah. I haven't seen anyone rich come here in the 4 weeks I've been here.” Alef kept his sassy tone.

Kizuna was about to argue with Alef until Veluboga pushed Kizuna forward, “You go touch them.” Vel gestured to the large traveler sleeping by the dead campfire as she giggled. Her tone was daring.

“No! I'm not gonna! What if they get angry?” Kizuna was distracted from Alef's snarky comments.

“You go and touch them. You suggested it!” Kiz shoved Veluboga, “What? No!”

Alef watched them bicker back and forth for a bit, sighing, “Out of my way, cowards.” He said as he pushed them off to the side. He would rather be the one to get in trouble than them.

He slowly crept up towards the massive, sleeping traveler as Kizuna and Veluboga hid behind the large rock. Alef noticed how they only had a cloak over themselves instead of a blanket. He froze in place when they rolled over to their side. Alef looked towards where his friends were hiding. Veluboga and Kizuna peaked out from behind the rock, frantically gesturing for him to come back. He shook his head, doubling down on the harmless dare Veluboga made.

He looked at the giant traveler once more, creeping closer and closer until he was standing over them. He didn't realize he was holding his breath as he realized just how massive they were… Kizuna was right, they were so much bigger than the jackal masked teacher of the caves. He looked back at his friends again before quickly poking the sleeping traveler on the face. He ran and hid behind one of the nearest tents, not daring to look back just in case they woke up.

After a few seconds of nothing happening, he peaked out from behind the tent and saw that the large traveler didn’t wake up. He looked over to vel and kiz again. They motioned for him to come back again, but he ignored them, feeling a little more confident now. He picked up a small stone and crept back over to them.

“Is he insane?!” Kizuna whispered loudly to Vel. Veluboga was just intensely watching Alef.

Alef placed the small stone on the large traveler's face and snickered. He turned his back to the traveler to look at his friends once more with a smug grin under his mask. Veluboga and Kizuna stared in horror as the large traveler sat up behind Alef. They ran away from behind the large rock when the large traveler stood up. Alef was confused why they suddenly ran.

He turned around just to see the massive traveler standing over him. Alef gasped and then bolted as fast as he could to catch up with Kizuna and Veluboga. It felt like his soul had left his body with the way the traveler had looked at him. When the three of them got back to the village, they were all out of breath.

“THEY ALMOST GOT YOU! DID YOU SEE THAT?!” Veluboga said as she was trying to catch her breath.

“THEY WERE ABOUT TO GRAB YOU!” Kizuna exaggerated.

Alef sat on the ground, panting. Alef took off his mask and wiped the sweat off from his face. He began to laugh, “You should've seen the look on your face Vel! It looked like you were about to crap yourself!” Alef put his mask back on, still chuckling.

“You're crazy!” Veluboga was embarrassed.

“You're the one who wanted someone to touch them. You got your wish.” Alef remarked in a snarky tone.

“You didn't have to go back a second time!” Kizuna still couldn't believe he did that.

“You two are just cowards.” He teased as he got up from the ground, not panting as hard now.

“You're just insane.” Kizuna shook her head. Veluboga patted Alef on the arm and pointed. He looked over to where she was pointing.

“Where did you run off too, young ember? I was looking for you.” Daleth said as he approached the three.

Veluboga was about to speak but Alef cut her off, “We were just playing tag on the outskirts of the village.”

“Ah, I see.” Daleth knew something was up, but he didnt feel like confronting them about it right now, “Come with me Alef, I need your help with a few things. Then you can return to playing with your friends afterwards.”

Alef sighed, “Alright…” He waved goodbye to Kiz and Vel as he followed Daleth.

“What do you need my help with?” He walked right besides Daleth.

“Just some small tasks.”

They went to the boat docks and Daleth had Alef paint over some of the old fading paint on the doc. It didn't take him too long since the doc was small. He also had Alef help him pick out a new cloth for the light temple's decoration. After that, Daleth wanted to head to the village's café to socialize for a bit.

“Why do I have to come along for this?” Alef complained.

“Because, it's good for you to socialize with new people. Plus, you can learn many things from the travelers.” Daleth entered the Café while Alef trailed behind him, slightly pouting.

“Good morning!” Daleth greeted the staff of the café with a cheerful tone. They greeted him back while politely bowing.

“The café smells wonderful as usual.” The old man walked up to the counter.

“We just got done baking this morning's pastries. And they're your favorites.” The café owner matched Daleth's upbeat attitude. She handed Daleth a small plate with 2 large pastries on them, still warm.

“Oh my sweet dear, thank you.” He reached for his pouch to pay her, but she refused.

“Take them.” She insisted.

“You know I feel guilty if I don't, I have to pay you for your hard work.” He placed the currency on the counter.

“Oh would you look at that!” She quickly distracted Daleth and gestured for Alef to put the currency back in his pouch, which he did.

“What is it?”

“The birds. Aren't they just gorgeous?” She pointed to the small birds that were perched outside. She looked down to Alef and winked at him. Alef giggled.

“Oh, they are. Very gorgeous indeed.” Daleth was unaware of what Alef did while he admired the birds. He turned his attention back to the café owner and chatted with her for a while after handing Alef one of the pastries.

Alef ate the warm pastry while Daleth talked. He went around the café, talking to the other people inside. Locals and travelers. He then walked over to a very large stranger in a cloak who was sitting at one of the tables, “Greetings. You seem like you're far from home.” He observed with an upbeat tone. Alef recognized the large stranger from the one he had pranked earlier. He shyly hid behind Daleth.

“I am.” The traveler replied. His voice was incredibly deep which threw Alef off and slightly intimidated him.

“Where are you from?” Daleth was curious.

“Golden city, in the golden dunes.”

“Oh, the golden dunes. I've heard many things about it, but I've never been. I must know, is It true that enforcement there is brutal? I've heard about how harsh they can be.”

The stranger shifted in his seat, almost seeming as if the question bothered them, “Yeah… the enforcers can be brutal at times, but that's only with the newer recruits. More seasoned enforcers are often relaxed after being in the position for so long.”

“I see. Must be all the energy they have. Oh! I almost forgot, how rude of me. I'm Daleth, and you are?” He reached out his hand.

“Tsadi.” He shook Daleth's hand.

“And this here is Alef.” He gestured to the child who was hiding behind him.

Tsadi chuckled, “Your kid is a prankster. He woke me this morning at my camp.”

Alef's face grew red under his mask and he could feel his body heating up from embarrassment.

“Oh! I'm so sorry-” Daleth bowed apologetically.

“It's fine.” One of the waiters brought Tsadi's food to the table and he thanked them. Daleth knew this was his cue to leave.

“It was nice to meet you. Again, I'm so sorry.” Daleth apologized again.

“It's alright.” He said genuinely as he took off his mask to eat.

Daleth headed out of the Café but held Alef by the arm, “Why were you messing with this traveler? Is that why I couldn't find you earlier?” He scolded. Alef looked away from Daleth in shame.

“And you lied to me where you were! Some travelers aren't as forgiving as they were, Alef.” He sounded upset. Alef said nothing. He couldn't bring himself to say anything. Daleth kept a grip on his arm.

“I'm sorry…” He said very quietly. He still couldn't look Daleth in the face. He was too embarrassed and shameful.

“You should be apologizing to that traveler.” His tone was a little more soft now, “Some of these people come a long way, and being rudely woken up like that, it's not fair to them.”Alef looked at his feet while they walked. The silence felt intense.

“I need you to do one more thing for me… then I'll let you go back with your friends.” Daleth stopped, let go of Alef's arm and slowly bent down with the aid of his staff to be at eye level with the child.

“Promise me, you'll behave yourself better?”

Alef bowed his head, “I promise.” He still felt shameful, but tried to speak louder than he did before. Daleth put a hand on his shoulder and he looked at him.

“Your friends may want to get into trouble, but you can always be the responsible one and back away after warning them if they do not listen to you.” Daleth slowly stood back up.

“Now go, play.”

Alef bowed quickly and ran off to find his friends. He found them in the center of the village, playing with the other village kids. He joined them in the game they were playing - sky ball. The oldest kid that was playing with them was about 13. They were showing off their tricks to the younger kids and trying to teach some of their tricks as well. The youngest kid in the group was probably 5. For a few hours, they played with the ball, trying their best to not make it touch the ground while using only their feet and hips to move the ball. The kid who owned the ball eventually had to leave the group, which left them with nothing much to do afterwards.

Alef, Kizuna and Veluboga sat down, slightly tired after playing. After they got their second wind, Kizuna tapped Alef's shoulder, “Look.” She gestured to someone who was sitting on a bench nearby and eating.

“They look really pretty. They also look rich.” She admired the stranger.

Alef stared at the stranger, “They look like a vault worker, but fancier.” He observed.

“How do you know what a vault worker looks like?... and what's a vault worker?” Kizuna asked.

“My mom told me stories about them and she painted small pictures of them. She said they are the keepers of all knowledge and they work in a giant vault that stores it. But they all are dressed the same.” Alef tried to explain.

“Then why did you call that one fancy if they all dress the same?” Vel asked.

“Because they are dressed fancier than what a vault worker looks like, duh.” Alef rolled his eyes.

“If they all dress the same, then a fancy vault worker shouldn't exist.” Kiz copied Alef's attitude.

Alef growled, “Then what would make them?” He gestured to the stranger.

“Rich.” Kizuna sassed.

Alef sighed, “You know what, I'm gonna ask them and prove you wrong.”

Kizuna mocked him as he left. He looked up at the stranger as he approached them, “are you some kind of fancy vault worker?” He asked sheepishly. The stranger gave a soft smile, “Something like that, yeah.” They spoke in a gentle tone that reminded him of his mother. He looked down at his feet and then back up at them, “My friends said there's no such thing as a fancy vault worker because they all dress the same.”

“Well, my job is different from the other vault workers. That's why I'm dressed differently.” They ate the last bit of their food and placed their mask back onto their face.

“What's your job?” He was feeling a bit less shy.

“I'm a soothsayer.”

“What's that?”

“Someone who can foresee the future.”

“Whoa… so you can see the future?” He wanted to make sure he understood them correctly.

“Yes.”

“So can you tell that I'm gonna do this?” Alef kicked his feet in the air, pretending to hit something. The stranger chuckled.

“My ability doesn't work like that. I have to meditate and focus on what is calling to me.” They explained.

“Oh.” Alef suddenly noticed a large stranger standing nearby the bench the other stranger was sitting at. They looked just like the traveler he pranked this morning. He assumed they knew each other.

“Who's that?” He pointed at the large stranger.

They looked at who he was pointing to, “That's my bodyguard.”

“Why do you have a bodyguard?”

“Because my job is so important that I don't often travel. And when I do, I tend to attract attention. So they keep me safe.”

“Oh.” Alef looked back to his friends. They were getting tired of him taking so long, so they walked over to join him.

“They are a fancy vault worker, I was right.” Alef said snarkily to Kizuna. She mocked him again.

“Are you rich?” Kizuna wanted to know.

“Considering my job title… I guess I am.” They had to think about the answer to that question for a bit.

The three of them asked the stranger a few more questions before they had none left to ask. Then Alef remembered he never introduced himself to the stranger.

“I'm Alef, that's Veluboga and this is Kizuna.” He pointed to his friends.

“It's nice to meet all of you. I'm Lamed and this is Anumoh.” She gestured to the guard.

“They're big!” Kizuna stared at the guard, “Why are you so big?”

“I ate my vegetables.” Anumoh said with a straight face. Lamed chuckled at their response.

The three kids chatted with the travelers a little longer before they decided to go do something else. They said goodbye to Lamed and Anumoh before running off.

“See, I told you they were a fancy vault worker.”

“But they also said they were rich.”

“Both of you were right. So stop fighting.” Veluboga spoke up.

The three of them went to the boat docs to bother Daleth and tell him about the “fancy” vault worker that was in the village.

𓆩✧𓆪

Throughout the week, Alef and his friends saw the fancy vault worker and three other vault workers in the village and around in the markets. They also saw those large body guards with them.

At the end of the week, Daleth had Alef help him in the light temple. A wave of new travelers had been coming in for the ceremonial trials and Daleth wanted to greet as many of them as he could. Alef was placing new white candles up at alters when he noticed a small group approaching Daleth. He recognized them - the group he's been seeing all week.

He continued to place the white candles down, but he also watched. He couldn't tell what they were saying, but he noticed how Daleth bowed. A long and deep bow, which he's never seen Daleth do. He quickly finished placing the white candles down, wanting to know what they were talking about. He walked up to Daleth and looked up at Lamed and her group. One of them had handed Daleth a stone tablet, of which was engraved with light.

“Keep this in your temple and let the travelers who pass by see it.” Lamed said.

Daleth nodded, “I will.”

Alef tugged on Daleth's robe, trying to get his attention, “What's that?” He gestured to the stone tablet. Daleth waved his hand at Alef, signaling for him to wait as he talked to Lamed.

“With this new knowledge, my village… we will have many travelers coming to it for the trials, yes?”

“Your village will most definitely have a large increase of travelers. Prepare what you can, for your village is the first to receive my word. You may see an increase as soon as this week.”

“I will keep this in mind. Thank you.” Daleth bowed and they left.

Alef tugged on Daleth's robe again, “What were you talking about and why were you bowing at them like that?”

“That was the oracle. She came here to bring us a prophecy.” Daleth walked over to one of the altars in the temple and placed the stone tablet at the center of it.

“The oracle?..” Alef followed him.

“Yes… she's highly respected across the realms, young ember. She has prophesied many things in the past and they came true. Though, no one ever sees her outside of the vault's doors. Her coming here- it's a very big deal, child.” Daleth seemed like he was excited. Alef’s never seen him this excited.

“Is she like… a realm leader?” He was trying to understand her importance.

“She is more than a realm leader.” Daleth pointed to the stone tablet, “This. She has foretold of a child completing all four trials and becoming our king, making a kingdom out of the scattered realms and unifying us all.”

Alef looked at the stone tablet. He felt unsure about the prophecy, “But, aren't kids not allowed in the trials?...”

“They aren't… but if she says a child will rise up from all four trials, then that's what's going to happen.” Daleth tried to explain.

“I don't wanna go to the trials…” Alef looked up at Daleth.

“Well, you don't have to until you feel you are ready. You are still very young.” He gestured for Alef to follow, “We must let the village know of this. We must arrange for a gathering tonight and plan for what's to come.”

Alef nodded as Daleth led him out of the light temple.

𓆩✧𓆪

For the following weeks after the prophecy spread throughout all the realms, the village of Isle became over overwhelmed with travelers from all corners of each realm. The village grew in population over the span of 3 years. Of the 3 years, Alef wanted to learn as much as he could about the trials with his friends on top of his studies in the realm of prairie. He didn't want to go to the trials, but his friends convinced him that they would go together.

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[luna-baby01]

Luna Gets Bigger, Part I You used to be a lot smaller. 160 pounds on your wedding day, which was quite a bit for your short stature. You ate yourself to 200 pounds over the course of only three months of wedded bliss, loving the fact that you not only had a man legally bound to you so that you could gorge yourself freely without him running out on you and stuff your belly nice & round to simulate a pregnancy, but one who loved being bound to you and couldn't keep his hands off of your ballooning figure, which had only become more voluptuous as a result of your filling out rather than dumpy. But of course, then you had to go and make your husband get you pregnant, something that you begged him to do and a plea he more than willingly obliged. He certainly made good on his promise to knock you up good, but the two of you didn't quite know just how good he had. Decuplets. You were having decuplets. Those decuplets made their already gluttonous mommy's weight skyrocket, making you crave all the most fattening foods imaginable at all hours of the day. Expanding belly. Expanding breasts. Expanding butt. Expanding hips. Expanding thighs. Not a single part of your body was safe from the caloric onslaught your babies put you through. You could barely waddle after only a few months of pregnancy, and even the most ponderous ambulation had been robbed from you by the end of the second trimester. They made your weight shoot up to 550 pounds on the day your doctor induced you, those decuplets wanting to stay nice and comfortable in your womb, something you couldn't get enough of, but still it had to be done. You lost a considerable amount of weight that day, having about 150 pounds of baby and amniotic fluid come out of you, leaving you twice the woman you were when you conceived. Nursing and scrambling to look after ten ever-hungry babies during that tumultuous first year of infancy had you shed a decent amount of weight, leaving you a whopping 350 pounds. But guess what? Those babies' mommy was ready to get herself pregnant again. And boy did you ever.

Your husband, enamored with your figure before, during, and after the pregnancy, was simply flustered beyond reason when he saw you sashay into the bedroom in that pink negligee. You were an absolute knockout. 350 pounds of MILF barely hidden from view by delicate, revealing fabric. Obscene, heaving breasts. An ass that made for a cushion and spread across two of them whenever you sat down on the couch. Hips that came close to getting stuck in door frames. A belly that was now a hanging sheet of fat, stretched both by adipose and from previously containing a womb filled with a load of fetuses that rivaled the rest of your body in size, perfect for grabbing. Thighs that spread wide and made for the perfect set of pillows for your man to place his head upon while you comfort him & let his cares melt away. That Cheshire Cat grin on your face gave your intent away immediately. Looking straight into your husband's eyes, you say, "Remember when you got me pregnant and how enormous you made me? Let's do that again." Those marathon sessions the two of you had that got pregnant the first time were nothing compared to what the two of you were about to do. I don't think anyone else in the neighborhood got any decent sleep for about a week the two of you were so loud. (continued in Part II)

OH BOY HERE WE GO AGAIN!!😍😍😍

[babytowntm]

"I don't know what my future holds, I just wish my mother can be a part of it" were some of the last words I've written in my last entry.

Life hasn't been going well since. After my mother's first chemo therapy treatment, life started to look positive again. We went out during the summer, took a smaller trip to her favourite beach location in the Netherlands, ate a lot of ice cream together etc. until all of that came to a sudden halt.

During September my mother was diagnosed with yet another lung infection, for which she was taken into urgent care in a hospital. She was treated with antibiotics for three weeks and then finally was left to go home. Unfortunately during that time her immune treatment (something that happens after chemo and stops the tumor from growing again) couldn't be continued. Her tumor had grown in size. We didn't know how large, but worryingly so.

So she started another round of chemo therapie in October. The first time went well, but her health started getting worse and worse. Her left side became paralyzed, she couldn't walk anymore, she faced a lot of pain in her legs and hip, began to develop a fungus inside her mouth due to the amount of pain killers she was prescribed etc.

Over the course of four weeks, my mother went into palliative care. For those of you who are fortunate enough to not know what that is, usually these types of caregivers come in when there's nothing else they can do for you. They only come in, to navigate your pain and make it as "okay" as possible for you. At first I didn't even wanna believe it. I cried when I heard it and Mom cried as well. She tried to console me of course, telling me it would be alright, that they would only be there for us to regulate her medication. I feel like, looking back now, she knew things weren't going as steady as we had hoped. She didn't want to upset us though.

She continued her chemo for another three weeks. And then, full stop. She couldn't walk anymore, she couldn't dress herself, she couldn't go to the toilet alone, began to wear diapers, and even had to get a new bed that was specifically for urgent care patients. She had to get an oxygen tank. Her wheelchair and walking aid long forgotten. It was bad.

During those months, weeks, whatever. I was by her side. And I do not mean just being there with her and keeping her company, no, I was with her. During every sleepless night which began to increase, every anxiety induced insomnia, every visit to the toilet, every breakfast, dinner and evening, day in and day out. I was there. I clothed her, fed her, cooked for her, ironed her clothes, washed her, brushed her hair and her dentures, I massaged her, I regulated her medication, I held her oxygen tank in check..etc every possible thing that you can think of right now that a mother helps a newborn with? I did for my mother. And maybe you're laughing to yourself like "oh did you wipe her butt as well?" Yes. I did have to do that and I'd do it all over again.

On the 3rd of November she passed away. Her pain medication by that time were being pumped into her, morphine and stuff. She was in a morphine induced delirium, couldn't speak and when she did, complete nonsense. She began to regress, her mind reliving her life, asking about her divorced husband (My dad), talking about her parents etc. We knew what was coming the morning we woke up. My sisters had slept over as well, wanting to be by our mother's side in her last few days.

Her fingers were turning blue. Her eyes, though still there, already lifeless. Maybe her body was with us, but her mind was already gone. Thankfully it only took a few hours. We played her favourite Christmas songs she listened to as a child and each and every one of us, said our goodbyes.

My mother was my everything. From the day I was born, she was my one and only family. My closest friend, my dearest companion, my worst enemy and critic and my biggest support. The day she died was the day I felt truly alone for the first time. Now, with her funeral being done, I fear that I may be facing the world on my own for the very first time. I don't regret being there for her. I just miss her so deeply. I miss her like a mother grieves for her child. She will always be a part of me, and I will always be a part of her.

Now, you say, what about your siblings? Your older sisters? They're your family too. You're right they are, but not and never in the way my mother was. My sisters are grown, have children and husbands to tend to. I don't have that. Not anymore.

Now I come home and there will no longer be someone asking me to cook up something yummy, no one who asks for a cup of coffee, nobody to have breakfast with etc.

I miss you Mama.

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forging Ties - Chapter 31 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

After they finished their eggs, they went back outside and Nim dragged a small wooden cart out of a shed on the side of the house.

He loaded it up with sacks of fruit, making sure to leave enough room for Skye to sit in it as well.

Once everything was in place, Skye sat in the cart and watched shamelessly as Nim stripped out of his clothes.

His body had changed a little but Skye didn't mind.

Nim was a little broader in the shoulders, a little more muscular.

Still very handsome and nice to look at without his clothes on.

Nim shifted and carefully wriggled his way into a harness connected to the front of the cart.

As Nim started walking, he dragged the cart behind him on his way down a dirt path that led away from the cabin.

Slone and Yore had shifted as well and they chased one another around alongside the path as Nim trundled along, nipping at one another's faces and soaking themselves as they dashed through a shallow creek.

Skye snuck a banana out of one of the sacks and ate it as they travelled.

It was so surreal to be back with Nim.

They'd been apart for so long but already being with him felt more right than anything had in a long time.

Skye had built something of a life in the last couple of years but he'd always felt a little out of step with the world around him.

Skye snuggled in against a sack of oranges and let his eyes fall shut as he basked in the morning sunlight but he blinked them open every now and then just to look at Nim, just to confirm he was still there.

That the world hadn't taken him away with just as much stunning abruptness as it had returned him.

The big pointy light blue glass tower could be seen from a long way away but it wasn't until they got much closer that the town became visible.

It was smaller than Saltwater, more scattered and improvised, like people had just built things where they had decided to build things without any real town planning.

It had a different energy to it in general.

In Saltwater, shops had signs and displays to market themselves.

Here, it was less obvious what buildings were for from the outside.

They seemed to expect people to just know.

Maybe they didn't get as many travellers passing through.

They followed a wide dirt road that passed through the middle of town and pretty much saw all there was to see along the way besides a few scattered houses tucked back closer to the beach.

Nim dragged the cart right up to the doors of the tower and slipped back out of the harness while Yore, still in wolf form, approached two orcs armed with spears guarding the doors and had an exchange with them involving only body language.

Skye followed the wolves as the Orcs let them inside the tower and then opened another door for them on the bottom floor that led into a room with a bed, vast curtained windows and marbled blue tiled floors.

Skye sat down on the bed and swung his legs as the wolves shifted and then went to get clothes from a wardrobe.

Butts, butts, butts.

Was this Yore's room?

Did he live in a fancy tower because he was a Werewolf Prince?

It was pretty cool but Skye liked Nim's cabin better.

They had so much space to themselves and chickens and a cat and fruit trees.

Yore didn't have any of those things.

Nim turned around once he was fully dressed and as his eyes met Skye's, Skye found himself beaming.

He hopped off the bed, went over to Nim and pushed up on his tippy toes so that he could plant a kiss on Nim's lips.

Skye made a face as he pulled away.

"It's so sharp."

Nim gave Skye an indulgent smile as he let out a sigh.

"Yore, can I borrow a razor?"

Yore laughed.

"I think you'd better."

Skye hovered around Nim as he shaved in front of the bathroom mirror, monitoring him to make sure he didn't accidentally cut himself with Yore's straight razor.

After he rinsed off the shaving cream and patted his face dry, Skye pulled him in for another kiss.

This one was soft and lingering and also Nim smelled nice.

"Good," Skye said as they pulled apart.

"C'mon," Slone said. "This is gonna be so fun to tryta explain to the others."

"Oh boy, I hate explaining things to people," Skye said but he took hold of Nim's hand and went along with them happily.

Slone seemed to know exactly where the others would be, possibly because of Werewolf senses or maybe just because he knew about all the cool local hangouts.

He led the way behind the tower and down a grassy slope.

It wasn't long before Skye saw a group of people sitting around a firepit that hadn't been lit.

Everyone was there.

Hamish, Duran, Mirriam, Perry, Sera, Everett and even some people Skye didn't know.

Skye wanted to climb Nim like he was a tree and perch on his shoulder but even Nim probably wasn't big enough for that to work out.

"Hey," Hamish said when he saw them.

He was still holding Aris.

"Good to see you off the ship, Skye. You feeling better?"

Skye nodded but he didn't elaborate.

Someone else was going to have to explain this one or they could just keep on not knowing.

"Guys, this is Yore, my... uh... step brother, I guess you'd say?" Slone said, slapping a hand on Yore's shoulder.

"And this," he said as he ushered Nim forward.

"Is his grandpa, Nim."

Hamish cast a confused look back at the others before offering Nim a nod.

"Looking good, old man."

"Wait," Perry said. "Nim. You don't mean...?"

"The Fae brought me back," Nim explained. "But by then, Skye was long gone. I looked for him but what I didn't realise was that he's gone all the way back across the mountains. I was looking on the wrong side."

"You get more complicated by the day, Skye," Miriam commented. "I'm not sure how much of this I understand but this is good, isn't it? This will make you happy?"

Skye nodded.

"Then I'm happy for you. I'm glad you found your friend."

"Boyfriend," Nim corrected as he wrapped an arm around Skye's shoulders.

"I'm Hamish. Come sit down," Hamish said as he patted the spot next to him on the log he was sitting on. "I was just telling everyone about our adventures but it sounds like you might have some stories of your own."

Nim sat down next to Hamish and Skye stood behind Nim, leaning on his shoulders.

There were too many people here.

"Is this Aris?" Nim asked.

"Oh," Hamish said. "Yeah. Did you know her?"

"For a few days," Nim said. "We ran into a group of humans up in the mountains and she threw herself at them to buy me enough time to get out of my clothes and shift. I'm sure she knew what would happen to her but she did it anyway."

Nim studied Hamish's face for a long moment.

"Are you human?"

"Yes," Hamish said. "Is that a problem?"

"No," Nim said. "Yore's mentioned you before, actually. I trust his opinion on these things more than anyone else's. What are your plans for Aris?"

"Uh..." Hamish hesitated, then shrugged. "Whatever they have to be, I guess. Being a father wasn't exactly something I ever planned but it's not like I'm going to just abandon her. I want whatever's best for her, though and I'm not sure I'm it. I've got no end of love in my heart but she deserves someone who's actually passionate about being a parent."

"Can I hold her?"

"Oh, please," Hamish said as he passed Aris over to Nim.

"If I start running the second you look away, it's because something urgent suddenly came up."

"She weighs a whole lot of nothing, huh?"

Nim said as he cradled Aris in his arms.

"Terrifying, huh?"

"Hmm."

"So are you Zunda's father or other side?"

"Zunda's my daughter," Nim confirmed. "Newborn, she was three times this size at least."

"So were you in a relationship with Yore's grandma or...?"

Nim shook his head.

"No. That's not something she was looking for, from anyone. She just wanted strong genes for her children. She's a busy woman, so Zunda spent a lot of time with me when she was a baby. More than anyone expected, really, considering I was just a sperm donor. That stopped once Zunda got old enough to realise I'm not very cool."

"Well, you seem pretty cool to me," Hamish said.

"Thanks. Not many people agree with you on that one but I'll take it."

[frowzyfeathers]

So, I've grown my spider collection a bit just by catching certain ones out on the front porch.

I currently have 18 under my belt-

1 thin-spined jumper, male

2 tan/familiar jumpers, both female

1 zebra jumper, still a sling

3 ribbon jumpers, all slings with a possible female

7 habronattus pyrrithrix, 4 male/3 female

6 unknown tiny slings I can't tell what species they are, but they may be habronattus pyrrithrix

Here's the previous one:

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So, Gilford, the small jumper with a single pedipalp, was adorable in his time but has sadly passed on a long while ago. Weirdly, he died while holding onto a fruit fly, which confuses me a lot. While he was alive, he seemed to have a cautious personality. He'd take some time to prepare to pounce on a stationary fruit fly, like a cat wiggling their butt before they pounce on a toy.

Finally figured out that he was a sub-adult ribbon jumper too.

And I found three younger ribbon jumpers, who might be related to him, since I found them in similar spots in the front yard- I need them to grow a bit to tell if they'll be male or female, but I'm already ready to try to raise them to those points. Ribbon jumpers are a smaller species of jumping spider and they don't get any larger than 6-10mm in length.

I saw a bigger adult ribbon jumper earlier Tuesday while dad was cutting the lawn, and it looked like she caught a cricket of some kind- They seemed pretty chonky for a ribbon jumper, so I'm assuming they're female and possibly gravid, which is fantastic--

Some pics of Gilford

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Mocha, the brighter colored adult female tan jumper, hasn't eaten lately and didn't seem to want to make a nest for a while. She ate a mealworm a few days ago and still looks pretty healthy and full, so I'm not too worried about her. Also she made a nest/hammock recently, so most is well. Just gotta feed her again soon as she looks skinny-

She seems more open and aware when I'm close to her. Like, if I wave my hand near her, she doesn't seem to mind it, looking up at me then back to whatever she's doing. Calm, that's the word. She's pretty docile and non-aggressive.

I thought she was gravid since her abdomen is bigger than average, and she hasn't molted since I found her. And I found out that she was! I don't think I should be concerned too much though, since she's in a regulated enclosure with good humidity. I have extra cups and containers for next month, as she just laid her egg sack recently 2 nights ago!! I can't wait for all the little babies-- ^-^

(Might raise and sell some of her slings in about 2-4 months from now- They'll probably be like $5-$10 per sling, plus the dreaded overnight shipping fee of $35 or so, which sucks but is necessary to make sure they stay safe and alive during shipment-)

Some pictures of Mocha

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Silver, my other female tan jumper who's grayer with her coloration, is still pretty skiddish. She snacks on fruit flies occasionally, but she hasn't eaten a full-on meal yet- She seems pretty healthy though, so it might just be because she's still nervous-

I caught a small fly and cricket out in the yard for her and fed her the fly yesterday, so nvm about her not eating recently- She gladly snagged it by its neck and sat there drinking their insides for a while-

Haven't had too many good shots of her, but top view of Silver

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My habronattus pyrrithrixes are quite the crew.

Sunny, the female, is one I caught this past Monday. I don't think she's gravid, as her abdomen is the same size as her head rn after eating. Her name is Sunny because in the sunlight, she looks like she has a golden yellow face. She seems very gentle and docile too, and likes to hide in her nest most of the time.

Dusty, one of my males with all his legs, I just caught earlier yesterday. He's eaten and still needs to adjust to things, but he's pretty cute still. I found him on the window shutter on the front porch.

Herbert, my other male with all his leggies, is pretty chill for the most part. He eats like 1 fruit fly once a day and chills in his little nest he made in the peanut shell hide I glued in for him in his temporary enclosure.

Scar, another male, is missing one of his back legs on his left side.

Red, my other other male, is missing one of his front legs.

Scar and Red were put into the same enclosure to see if they would fight each other and eat the loser. Jumping spiders can be cannibalistic, and the males are all around my yard. I have found at least 5 that I have not caught yet, and they were all in the grass in the front and back yard.

Long story short, I thought they would fight. But they did their mating dances towards each other, fang to fang. I haven't seen two male jumpers act that way towards one another before, so it kinda shocked me a bit.

I found two other females in the past few days. They both don't have names yet, but one might be named Honey.

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My zebra jumper I caught on the kitchen window screen. Idk their sex yet since they're still a sling, but it's interesting how they can still notice me moving around being just a little baby still. They are literally the size of the head of a pin and so detailed with their stripes.

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Kermit, my male thin-spined jumper, likes to chill on the little plastic boxwood stem I put in his cup or just on the sides of his enclosure. Yes, his enclosure cup rn is a BurgerKing ice cream cup with the dome lid with poked pinholes all on the top and on the sides. It works because they're literally like 4mm long, 6 or 7mm when he's spread out. His species is tiny-

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I'm going to invest in a good macro camera, as my phone is kinda shit at taking photos- And most of the species I find here are pretty small, but I am looking for a bold jumper. It's the most common jumper as a pet since they're a decent size and are pretty chill once they get to know you-

[when-it-rains-it-snows]

Ohh my god Tumblr mobile ate this once already -

AHEM. Not for anything but centaur design process, almost every breed of horse you can think of used to be smaller, often MUCH smaller.

Here's a Friesian from 1660, way closer to sensible centaur scale if combined with a human:

Modern Percheron, verifiably a honse, and bigger ones aren't hard to find (!!!):

Meanwhile, two from about 100 years ago: these are chonky horses, yeah, but not huge. The butt of a very small child takes up a surprising amount of the back of the one! These could become the horse half of a massively built person with minor scale tweaks.

So yeah if you need centaur design thoughts for any given breed, try looking at historical photos of it!

i wanna go on a rant about centaurs but idk if im up for drawing the illustrations this rant needs

[tyrian-sexual]

baby time

[iambilliejeanok]

🌼Baby boyfriend🌼

���Fluff Monday 🍄

Purely fluff🌈

Pairings: Kakashi x reader

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Hearing the door shut, you looked up from the couch to see your boyfriend step in the house, his clothes all dirty and his face wearing a weary expression as he slowly slid his mask off, slumping back against the wall in exhaustion. As quick as could be, you stood in front of him your arms wrapping around his slender torso to embrace him in a long and warm hug. Lazily, his arm came around you, pulling you closer with all the strength he had, pressing a small and quick kiss to your cheek. Looking up at him, you wore the cutest pout on your face, “You wanna come and nap with me? I’m sure you’ll feel better once you wake up. And we could catch up on other stuff later in the night”, you spoke while casually stripping him, taking off his flak jacket followed by his hitai-ate and mask, dropping them in a pile next to his shoes. You couldn’t help the smile that crept up on you at the small nod he made to your suggestion. “Poor baby, come”, you said, taking his larger hand in your smaller one and leading him straight to the bathroom. With his eyes closed he leaned against the counter, breathing in the soft mango scent of the melatonin bubble bath. While the tub was still running, you turned on a few candles the two of found together and instantly fell in love with, placing one on each corner, already excited for the evening. Cuddles were always amazing with the hubby. Closing the tap, you looked over to him, giggling when you noticed his droopy eyes staring right at the perfect view of your ass. “Oi sleepy head”, you giggled, walking over to him to wrap your arms around his neck, his own arms instinctively wrapping around your waist, running his hand up and down your back while you both made eye contact. “You’re too tired”, you teased, planting a soft kiss on his lips for the first time this evening. His lips immediately hungered for yours, his hand coming to rest at the back of your head and keep you in place as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along your lips before you started pushing against his chest to get him to stop. You weren’t expecting the kiss to grow so intense, panting as you both got lost in each other’s eyes once again. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up baby”, you breathed, licking your plump lips as your hands set to work. Small kisses fell all over his body while you slowly undressed him, savoring this peaceful moment between the two of you. No work, no teenagers, no stinky puppies. Just the two of you, enjoying each other’s presence.

Kakashi shut his eyes, taking in deep breaths at the soft and warm kisses you planted across his naked body, little tingles shooting along his spine every time the rough skin of your hands met the skin on his body. Finally coming back up, you had to a take a deep breath at the sight of his naked body. Sure you’ve seen him butt naked more times than you could count, but there was just something so special about seeing him like this. No mask, all his feelings on display, his dick hard, completely vulnerable, to no one else but you. You felt chosen. “The water is ready”, you whispered in his ear, his eyes slowly fluttering open from the kiss you placed on his lips. “Hmmm. Let’s go”, he said walking over and settling in, reaching out for you to join him. “Baby, I already had a bath”, you pouted, absolutely hating the decision you made to bathe earlier on, but also glad that you could use this opportunity to spoil him. “But I want you in here with me! I wanna cuddle”, he whined in his deep voice, the begging tugging at your heart. “Here baby, just relax and I’ll take care of you”, you said, reaching for the loofah and a bar of raw butter soap, lathering up the loofah before gently rubbing down Kakashi’s chest, scrubbing away the dirt from the day. Working the loofah all over his body, a deep sigh he let out distracted you, and you smiled when you looked up to see his eyes shut. You were really happy he was just relaxing in this moment.

After going over his body once again with a sponge and some raw sugar scrub, you slowly started kissing his face again, waking him up from the delicious trans you put him under. “Babyyyy…”, you whispered. “Wakey wakey”. “Mmmm”, he moaned, slowly opening his eyes to your soft kisses. “Lets get you in bed love”, you spoke, making sure you weren’t too loud to pull him out of his relaxed mood. It really took a lot for Kakashi to relax and you would kill yourself if you ruined it right now. “Nooo”, he whined, the out of character whining making you giggle a little. “Baby, you can’t stay in here, you’re getting all pruny”. “Please baby…just stay with me for a little longer”, he fussed. “I’m not going anywhere goofy. I just need to get you out of this tub”, you laughed. “Oh”, was all he said, huffing in disapproval for having to move his body. Helping him stand up, you wrapped him in a fresh towel, leaving him to wipe himself down while you went to fetch some clean slippers for him. When you came back you found him still standing on the exact same position you left him in, a little glint of mischief in his eyes. “Kakashi you’re still wet?”, you spoke, placing the slippers down so he could step into them. “I thought you were going to wipe me down?”, he asked, his face wearing the normal casual look he always had, expect this time you could see him pout a little. “Kashi you couldn’t just do it yourself?”, you asked in disbelief. “No. I couldn’t”, was all he said, unwrapping himself to hand you the towel. “Omg what a fucking baby”, you mused, taking the towel from his hand so you could start patting him dry, paying extra attention to his private area and toes. “Your baby”, he randomly grumbled, while you tossed it in the laundry basket and handed him a robe.

Finally laying in bed Kakashi was dressed in nothing but a pair of puppy printed boxers, while you had on a sweater and a pair of grey undies. You couldn’t believe the whining you heard from the bathroom as you finished cleaning up, coming out to see Kakashi just laying there on the bed, his arms and legs sprawled out like he was dying. “Y/n! Hurryyyyy”, he called, not realizing you stood right in the bathroom doorway. You know you could be a big baby but he was superior at this. “Princessssss!”, he called again “Come quic-“, he called before you cut him off. “I’m right here love”, you laughed, watching him turn his head in the slightest to see you standing there. “Oh okay”, he softly said, “Come to me”. Walking over to him you began talking, “Kashi just rest a little and I’ll be right over to cuddle okay”, “But you know I can’t fall asleep if it’s not in your arms”, he said, pulling you closer to him, man even if he was tired he was still strong. “What nonsense is that Kashi, you always sleep just fine without me ho-”, you started to say but he simply hushed you with a single finger on your lips, a short moment before you both burst out in laughter. Kakashi pulling you into him and rolling on top of you so you were trapped, his face nuzzling your bosom and hand holding yours as he began to relax a little more. You sighed in defeat, running your fingers in his hair which you knew would take him out. Hearing him mumble stopped your hand in his hair, making him whine out in frustration. “Kashi I can’t hear you if your face is buried in my chest. “Okay fine, please take off your sweater. It’s too much for me”, he complained, tugging on it like he had not a single bitty bit of strength to even fathom the fact that you wore this skin barrier. Rolling your eyes you did as he asked, “of course baby, there you go”, you said, your upper body now completely bare. Slowly he started nipping and sucking on your breasts while you ran your fingers through his hair and before long, you could hear him softly breathing, his kisses having stopped a long time ago, but those left you a little sleepy too. Yawning, you looked down at him nuzzled between your breasts, smiling at how cute he was tonight. He was your boyfriend and you’d spoil him with as much attention and affection as possible.

[silverdragon-imagines-blog]

Wardrobe Malfunction (1/?)

[This idea wouldn’t leave me and I’m thinking about writing a few of these about other members of the Chain. I hope you enjoy this nonsense ^u^]

Warning(s): crude humor at Twilight’s expense

Twilight woke up with the sun in his eyes, peeking from under a drawn curtain. He groaned, rolling over and dragging a blanket up and around his shoulders. This earned him a displeased kick in the side from small cold feet. He huffed and turned to see Four glaring at him sleepily, no blankets over him at all. Twilight chuckled, sitting up and depositing the stolen blanket back on top of the Smithy, a pleased sigh emanating from underneath them. 

Twilight made his way off the bed, making sure not to jostle the now sleeping Four. He stretched, popping his joints and stifling the ensuing yawn. He quietly put his boots on and left through the door and down the stairs of the Inn. It was a quiet and sleepy morning, so he was surprised to find a few of his companions already awake. Though not quite dressed and ready yet as they ate the provided breakfast.

“Mornin’ all.”

“Hey, Rancher,” Legend mumbled, face above the steaming mug in front of him, only slightly awake.

“Still sleepin’ there, Vet? I thought for sure you’d be up and at ‘em by now,” Twilight chuckled, the glare he received in turn only making him laugh louder.

“Go get some breakfast. Then we can worry about waking the remaining members of our group,” Time spoke.

Twilight nodded, turning to the table set up in the corner of the room with fresh baked goods, hard-boiled eggs, fresh fruit and fruit juices, coffee, and boiling water for tea. He grabbed a coffee and a few eggs, humming to himself as he bit into an apple on his way back to the table. He was met with various wide-eyed stares, some of which had stifled giggles hidden behind hands. He furrowed his brow, turning back around to try to figure out what was so funny. Upon turning around, he faintly heard another round of laughter.

“Okay, what is so funny to y’all?”

Wars cleared his throat, fighting to keep a smile off his face.

“It’s just funny that despite the sun shining, we can still see a full moon.”

A round of loud laughter from the table and Twilight felt his confusion turn into worry. He set his meal down on the table next to Hyrule, who had a hand covering his mouth, eyes closed as he shook his head.

“What are you on about there, Cap?”

“Wh-what he’s trying to say,” Time coughed, trying to fight back laughter, “is that he’s surprised you aren’t feeling the breeze.”

Twilight mouthed the word breeze, then froze. He reached around behind himself and touched his sleep pants, hesitating. He felt along the seam until he touched bare skin right where his tailbone was and continued down the entire length of his ass. He turned bright red, and everyone once again erupted in laughter. He mentally cursed himself for submitting to his normal routine of forgoing undergarments underneath his sleepwear.

He tried to stretch the fabric over himself to preserve what little dignity he had left, only to find that it wouldn’t cover him completely. Blushing furiously, he bolted up the stairs and into the room he shared with Four, Legend, and Hyrule. He ran to his bag, picking it up with one hand and tossing it onto Legend and Hyrule’s bed. He released his sad attempt at preserving his modesty and dug through his bag for his normal trousers, cursing when he couldn’t find them. When he heard mumbling behind him, he froze.

“Heh, nice ass Twi.”

Red-faced once again, Twi turned to glare at Four, who sat upright, looking at him with a shit-eating grin. He flipped off the smaller hero as he grabbed his pants and undergarments, rushing into the small bathroom to change, the Smithy’s loud amused laughter following him the entire way.

Upon checking his sleep-pants, he found that he had worn them through, the fabric that would be covering his butt was thin and just so happened to tear in such a way that his entire ass had been hanging out. Mortified, he prayed to whoever would listen that no one outside of their group had seen him like that.

[donutloverxo]

Forever

*gif is not mine*

Note - this is for @buckyownsmylife 's 2k celebration and birthday. Congrats and happy birthday! I've never done a breeding kink so it's very new to me but I hope you like it.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Summary - You've been in a secret relationship with Steve for two years. What happens when he tells you he wants to be with you forever?

Warnings - 18+ ONLY PLEASE, smut, breeding kink, sir kink, cum play, anal play, d/s relationship, deepthroating, boss/employee relationship, loosely edited.

Pairing - CEO!Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 2.6k

You watched him carefully, on the edge of your seat to see how he’d react, although you had a pretty good idea of what he’d say.

“Mm,” Steve made a face, scrunching his nose up, “What is this?”

“Why, it’s pumpkin spiced latte!” you gushed, “Starbucks most popular drink,” trying to hold in a giggle to not give away your little scheme of annoying him.

“I--that’s not my drink, doll,” he frowned.

“Yes! I remember, your drink is iced black coffee, no sugar or cream. I’ve been working for you for two years, sir, it'll be pretty hard to forget.”

“Then why did you get--whatever this is?” he put the cup on his desk, too disgusted to even hold it in his hand.

“I thought you’d like to try something new! Be a bit more adventurous!”

It’ll be pretty hard to get your sir to be anything like that. He has always been so uptight and set in his ways, he had a rigid routine, a clean and proper house which was frankly kinda boring looking which is why you refused to live with him. He had asked you so many times. But you always refused. There’s no way you could live in a house that looked like it was taken out of a magazine catalogue. Where you’d be afraid to even eat anything on or near his expensive and spotless furniture. You’d probably murder him in a month or so.

But maybe he can be more open to other possibilities, he was with you, he should adopt maybe a little bit of your personality as you had done his.

“I’ve got all the adventure right here,” he smiled, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you into him, putting his cheek on the softness of your stomach.

“Hm, your next meetings in thirty minutes,” you hummed as you felt his fingers massage your hips, tempted to run your hands through his golden hair but not wanting to mess it up or make him look sloppy for his important meeting.

“Well, princess, I didn’t have my coffee so now my days off to a bad start. How will I sit through a meeting with Tony Stark? It’s impossible to keep up with that man.

“Um...” you bit your lip, “I didn’t really think of that... maybe I’ll go run and get you a new one right now!”

He chuckled, shaking his head at your naiveté, you were too innocent for you own good, even after being with him and doing the most depraved of things for so long.

He leant back in his chair, spreading his legs, “There is a way you can make it up to me and help me clear my mind.”

You blinked for a moment trying to process his words, “Oh,” you let out when you realised what he meant. “I’m, but...”

“What?”

“My implants expired. I need to get a new one, I’ve got an appoint in two days and I don’t want to take a chance...” you trailed off. There was no way you’d make him come in a condom or anywhere that wasn’t inside you either. So sex was off the table.

“Doll, you need to use that brain of yours sometimes, I know you can, you’re so much more than a pretty face,” he taunted you.

His harsh words really shouldn’t make your panties wet, so much so that you could feel slick running down your thigh but they did.

“You act as if you’ve got just the one hole,” he gave you a faux pout, a hand trailing up your thigh, up your skirt and past your stockings, “I can just use your mouth

....or your ass.”

“What? My ass?” you jumped, wanting to get away from him but he firmly held onto your hip.

You were well aware of his unhealthy obsession with your ass. He had ate it and fingered it, made you wear all sorts and colors of butt plugs so many times, sometimes even in the office. But you absolutely refused to take his dick up your ass.

Nope. Never. Absolutely not. No. Nada.

No matter how many times he’d ask for it, you were not taking his nine inch dick up your poor small ass.

“Relax, doll,” he grinned, “Get to work. I don’t have much time,” he motioned to his bulge.

You simply nodded, quickly scrambling to get on your knees. There were many ways to have sex than the good ol' penis in vagina--even if that was your personal favorite. You could just blow him for the next couple of days and ride his face.

It was honestly ridiculous how you literally couldn’t go just two days without his dick.

You were using your hands to pump his throbbing shaft, giving light kitten licks to his tip to rile him up and to maybe get a taste of your favorite creamy goodies.

“No hands,” he commanded.

And you almost whined. He always does this! Ruins your fun by taking away control from you.

“Not fair!” you mumbled, putting your hands behind your back as he held onto your face to properly use it.

“I decide what’s fair and what’s not, princess,” he stated, pushing your head down on him.

Lifting his hips up, cooing when you choked on him, tears streaming down your face and ruining your sweet makeup.

He tutted, brushing them away with his thumb, “Look at me, doll,” he told you and like the subservient secretary that you were, you immediately looked up. “What the fuck do you spend thousands of dollars on Sephora for if you can’t even get waterproof makeup?”

You frowned in confusion because you didn’t he if he was seriously asking or not. Did he expect you to answer? With your mouth full of dick?”

It wasn’t surprising that he knew what you spent money on, he let you spend as much money as you wanted on anything you liked, but he insisted on having a joint account so you both could be transparent with each other.

He shushed you when you tried to speak--to explain that you’ll try a better mascara next time.

“You look so pretty with your face stuffed,” he groaned, his hips stuttering as he emptied his load in your mouth.

You swallowed it all, knowing well and good by now that sir didn’tlike it when you let anything go to waste, “Thank you, sir,” you smiled up at him as you popped his dick out of your mouth. “I’ll go clean up.”

“You go do that. And remember to be at my place at seven sharp for dinner.”

“Yes sir,” you answered as you tried to stand on wobbly legs.

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He looked at the ring in the turquoise blue box, so bright and shiny and beautiful, so much like you. A big diamond with smaller ones on the band. He was sure you’ll love it. With the fortune that he had spent on it--you have to.

He just wasn’t sure if you’d say yes.

Or how he should go about asking you.

He couldn’t do it at a public restaurant. Even after all this time your relationship was still very much a secret. If people found out you’d have to stop being his secretary. And he wasn’t sure he could bear going so many hours everyday without you. YOU were his life now. How did he ever even live without you?

“Guess who,” he smiled when he heard your sweet voice, and felt your soft hands over his eyes, closing the box in his hand on instinct.

“Oh my god!” you squealed, removing your hands and jumping up and down in mirth, “Is that Tiffany’s?! Is it for me!”

All the screeching and the screaming made him flinch, he got up from his chair, turning around to see you, “Who else would it be for, doll?”

You squealed again, clapping your hands, you tried to snatch it away from him but he held it away, making you frown. You whined like a petulant child when he held it above his head, too tall for you to get your hands on.

“Sir!” you stomped your foot.“Please give it to me! What is it?” you jumped, hoping to snatch but with Steve being over a foot taller than you, it proved to be difficult.

“Uh... honey, you’ll have to wait a bit...” he had planned on cooking a five course meal for you and asking over candle lights, but you decided to show up over an hour early.

You stopped your ministrations, your lip wobbling, “Why...”

He sighed, his heart breaking at the mere thought of upsetting you, “You just have to, princess. Do you trust me?”

You nodded without a second thought. You most definitely did.

“Then you’ll just have to wait.”

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“Oo sir...,” you moaned, pushing on his wide shoulders when you felt his tip brushing against your pussy lips, “Not on birth control. Remember? Just... um.. just.”

He released your nipple from his mouth with a loud, obscene pop, his elbows on either side of your face as he looked down at you, “Just what, princess?”

“Just... um... well could you just eat my pussy tonight? I was so good in the morning to you!” And you missed having his talented tongue on you. Even though you were pretty sure he made you pass out by eating you out just two days ago.

“Of course I can, princess, you know I love the way your cunt tastes.”

Your cheeks heated up as he moved you onto your stomach, propping your hops up with a pillow.

Shivers running down your spine as he pressed kisses to it with his soft lips, over your butt before biting it and making you gasp.

“Love how I can pull all those sounds out of you,” Steve mused. There was no way in hell he could ever be with anyone who wasn’t you. He looked up at your empty hands, how he should have out a ring on it ages ago. He can’t let you go.

He wanted to do this forever. To be with you forever. What was he even waiting for?

“I want to give you my name,” he blurted.

You looked back at him over your shoulder, meeting your lust blown dark eyes, “Huh?” you asked, not sure that you heard him right.

“Mrs Rogers. It has a nice ring to it don’t you think?”

“Um, yes, maybe,” you immediately pushed your head into your pillow, too shy to even look at his beautiful face.

You had thought about being Mrs Steve Rogers the moment you met him. You loved the idea of being his wife and bride. You liked practicing your signature with his name, write your name along with his whenever you wanted to doodle or pass time. He had caught you more than once but never mentioned it.

Since he didn’t even want to tell others about your relationship, you doubted he’d want that kind of life long commitment.

Which was okay. For now.

It sucked but you were never going to beg him or even ask him to marry you.

“Are you just teasing me? If so... then that’s very cruel.”

You knew he wouldn’t play with your feelings like that but then why would he bring that up out of nowhere?

“You know I never lie, sweetheart,” he said, spreading your cheeks to reveal your glistening cunt and your small hole to him. “In fact I think I should prove it to you. Pump you full of my come tonight and knock you up.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked back at him, stuttering over your words and gaping at him like a goldfish.

“What? Are you serious?”

“Hopefully I can we can conceive tonight itself.”

“I – uh – I don’t wanna be pregnant on my wedding day, I don’t want anyone thinking that it’s a shotgun wedding or that I’m trapping you,” you stammered.

“Then we can get married in a month, or even a week. I can’t wait anymore. I want a family with you, I want the whole world to know that you’re mine.” What better way to do that then to literally make you round with his child?

Before you he hadn’t really given having kids any thought. But now he knew he wanted to have a little you. He imagined having just one kid with you. He wasn’t too keen on sharing you so maybe one would be more than enough.

But he hadn’t thought about this aspect of it. The trying phase. How he'd get to keep you full of his cum till you got pregnant.

And how much more beautiful you’d look when you were round with his child, carrying his seed.

“Uh, okay,” you whispered you couldn’t really think straight, it was all happening so fast, but there was one thing you knew for sure--this was all that you ever wanted. To be married to the love of your life and to have his kids.

“What? You’ll have to speak up, doll.”

“Yes, sir, I want to have a baby with you. I want us to be married. Please make me yours,” your eyes watery as you bore yourself to him.

He smiled, moving up to press a kiss to your temple, “That’s all I needed to hear,” he promised.

Turning you to your back, “Wanna see your face when I come in your pussy, doll.” He told you.

Your face was heating up, with the way he was looking at you--as if you were the most precious thing he had ever seen, you couldn’t bear to keep facing him but decided to look into his eyes, dig your nails into his biceps as he entered your channel.

“You’re squeezing me so tight, doll, will make me come, ugh,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to yours once he was completely sheathed in you. He wrapped you up in his strong arms, slowly rocking into you.

“Steve,” you whimpered, “wanna come...”

“I got you, baby,” he hushed you, pecking your lips before being his hand down between your bodies to roll your bud, which had you squeezing him even tighter.

Your entire body quivered as you clenched around his length, gushing all over him. Laying limp in his arms as he started fucking into you.

“You’ll make such an amazing mother... your titts,” he looked down at them, bouncing due to the force of his hips driving into yours. He latched his lips onto a hardened nipple, imagining them fuller and heavier.

“They’ll be even bigger, your hips too...” he whispered against your skin, his nails digging into your skin, sure to leave scars.

“Oh... you’d... you’d...” Make good dad too. He had all the qualities it took to be a good father. And where he lacked you flourished.

You sighed, feeling his warm cum fill you up, he stayed inside you, a leg between and under yours as he laid on his side.

Wiggling his hips to make sure his softening cock was as deep as it could be, so his spend would stay inside you. He collected some that leaked out of your joined sexes with his fingers, bringing it up to your mouth, “Don’t let it go to waste, sweetheart.” As you eagerly sucked his fingers clean.

“Hopefully it takes,” he said, drawing random patterns on your stomach.

“Mhm, guess I can cancel my appointment...” you murmured before drifting off to sleep.

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You yawned widely, sitting up and stretching out all your limbs, aching so painfully since Steve was hell bent on keeping you full of his seed, you could still feel it seeping out of you, he made love to you three more times before he finally let you get some shut eye.

Something sparkly caught your eye, you looked in at your hand and the diamond on it. Smiling in awe at just how lucky you were.

“Wonder if it worked,” you said to yourself, rubbing hand over your tummy.

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[slasherrabbitmadness]

Beach day with the Slashers

Female Reader -Bo- Gender-neutral -everyone else-

Bo- Fingering but no penetration. Dirty talk.

Angst and Fluff with Herbert and Dan (They pronouns used for Y/N) Fluff with Michael and Jason.

Michael Myers (1978 with the extra height of the 2018 one)

> Wants to visit the beach during the day. He’ll even have his mask off. Instead of enjoying the beautiful view of the sun hitting the blue ocean, you spend your day staring at your handsome boyfriend.

> Michael is just there to scan for new victims. He kills people who litter, hates seeing wrappers and cigarette butts littered across nature.

> You egg him on to go swimming, it takes a lot of coaxing. “Please, Michael, just for a little bit.” He points to your belongings on the towel, “They’ll be fine, who’s gonna want to steal some sandwiches and some towels?” He shook his head. You got down on your knees and gave him sad puppy dog eyes. He grumbled then lifted you onto his shoulder, you squealed as you placed your hands on his firm back, rubbing his taut muscles.

> When he got up to his pecs in the water he threw you in. You came up for air, “Mikey, what the hell!?”

> “What? You wanted in the water.” He gave a small smile.

> He made you swim in front of the beach while he just stood in the water and watched. He knew you’d be fine, it was your belongings he was worried for. You caught his eyes, his already dark blue eyes were now matching the deepest parts of the ocean. He barreled through the water, pushing you aside. You watched him as he made his way up onto the beach.

> Some fuck had the bright idea to do some stealing. He just happens to choose the one man’s belongings you don’t fuck with.

> Before that guy had time to react to a six-foot-three man, hauling ass like he is a tiger chasing after a deer, Michael clocked him so hard in the face the man immediately went down.

> People stood around Michael, some congratulating him for knocking out a thief, others gawked “My God he swung that punch so hard.” “Is the thief even breathing?” Michael stood over your belongings, and turned back towards you, just making your way out of the ocean. Michael was mad, but not as mad at what he saw next.

> Some random beach Chad made his way over to you, “Yo, that was wild huh?” You gave a quick, “Ya.” not caring to speak to him, just wanted to get back to your boyfriend. “He just knocked that guy out in one punch.” You made your way up the beach, he grabbed at you “Hey, be careful, probably want to stay aw-”

>The poor sap never stood a chance, Michael swung his fist so hard Chad went flying back into the water.

> “I’ve had enough, we're leaving.”

> You were gonna protest, but when you scanned the crowd, you realized that yeah, we’re gonna go home.

> Walking back home, Michael held your hand, tightly. “Mikey?” He grunts, “You don’t like people touching your belongings, huh?” You turned to look up at him and he caught you in a kiss. He snuck his tongue in, dominating yours, you moaned and he pulled away. You whined and he smiled.

> “what’s mine is mine.”

Jason Voorhees

> He’s the beach’s lifeguard, so if you wanna spend a beach day with Jason, you’ll have to do it after hours. You would, but Jason takes the evening shifts too.

> Everybody loved Jason. Kids loved him, he was always so nice to them after all. He gave them swimming lessons. He was always so patient with them, never getting mad if a kid was struggling to grasp the basics.

> Men and Women loved Jason. His stoic demeanor, his calming presence...his bulging muscles. Jason was oblivious to all kinds of flirting. “Your hands are like, so big!” said a bubbly tanned beach bunny. Jason just grunts. A muscle-bound beach bro asked, “Bet you lift a lot eh, what’s your macros?” Jason just looked at his large bicep, he shrugged.

> When you visit him at work he gives you small waves then his eyes go right back to the water, not wanting to miss anything. Dedicated <3

> He doesn’t take a proper lunch break, he’ll eat his food while watching the beach, scarfing down the food as fast as possible.

> After a long day, you’ll finally have Jason all to yourself.

> Night swimming!

> You and Jason have splash fights, that he often wins, his large palms create huge splashes that knock you back into the water.

> Keeps you incredibly close in the water, will bug you to wear a life jacket if you ever swam without him. He’s very protective.

> Holds you close to him the further out you go. He won’t let you go, so it’s the perfect time to smother him in kisses.

> Jason hums into your kisses, his large hands running up and down your back, the water and his hands feel perfect on your skin.

> Jason couldn’t be happier that you're together.

Herbert West + Dan Cain - Poly relationship or what Derrick Barry calls a ‘throuple’

> “Please Herbert, for me?” He grimaced at you. Don’t you know how busy he is? Perfect specimens don’t just end up dead you know? Someones gotta end a life! You sighed and brought out the big gun. “Well, Dan said-” The moment Dan left your lips, Herbert was pushing you and him out the door.

> You and Dan had a blast, building castles, collecting seashells, playing some beach volleyball with another friendly couple.

> Herbert sulked under the beach umbrella, nose in a large medical textbook.

> “If you come with us, Herbert, we’ll get you a grape freezie!” Dan coaxed but it did not affect Herbert. Herbert waved you both off as if you were two mosquitoes bugging him.

> You and Dan walked hand in hand, swinging them in between yourself on your way to the little concession stand. “You sure it was for the best we brought him, Dan?” Dan looked at you and frowned, your eyes were a little glossy. “He only came because you were coming.” You felt the tears rolling down your cheek.

> “fuck, Herbert, you little monster.” Dan cursed to under his breath. Dan knew Herbert gravitated more towards him. It’s not that Herbert didn’t like you, just Dan was there first. Dan never told you but he often caught Herbert staring at you, a softness in his eyes that Dan knew meant one thing…

> “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, quickly rubbing the back of your hand over your eyes. Dan shushed you and brought you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head.

> “Don’t be, Herbert should be. Some Vitamin D is much needed for his pale little body. I’ll talk to him, okay? In the meantime, focus on me!”

> Dan and you continued with the most fun day ever. You ate your freezies, swapping flavors halfway through. A little boy asked Dan to help with flying his kite, Dan’s height coming in handy.

> Herbert stewed in his spot under the umbrella, watching you and Dan have fun, “Hmph, wasting time.” He kept peeking from his book, eyes on you, how you smiled when you looked into Dan’s eyes, how you leaned in closer, head resting on his shoulder. How Dan wrapped his arm around your waist, lips on your ear whispering...God knows what, Herbert can only imagine.

> “They could just yank me away from this, make me spend time with them...not that I want to. But if they dragged me away from my book then I’d have no choice.”

> When it got late, You and Dan packed away everything into the bags, Herbert supervised. How helpful/s

> Dan had you drop a few of the smaller items at the car on your own, he made Herbert help with some of the heavier items. As your figure became smaller and smaller in the distance, Dan turned to Herbert, “You know, they wer-”

> “I can’t believe you two, frolicking about so openly.” Herbert had cut Dan off. Herbert fumbled with the bags while trying to push up his glasses. Dan fumed.

> “You mean act like a couple, which we are, which you're a part of. Or are you only a couple with me?”

> Herbert snapped “excuse me, you and Y/N are most certainly a couple, which I have no part of.”

> Dan scoffed and shook his head “They want to be with you too, Herbert, They do like you, They feel upset with how you treat them. Now I know deep down you adore them, you best start showing it.”

> Herbert stopped, he looked at Dan and then at you in the distance starting the car.

> Later that night, Herbert had asked if you’d help in the basement. As tired as you were, you went to help. Herbert scarcely looked at you, but he found ways to touch you. Hands ghosting over yours as you handed him some flasks. Grabbing your hips softly to move you out of the way.

> “Everything good, Herbert?” You asked. His eyes looked everywhere but you. He stepped a little closer to you, His face only a foot away.

> He smashed his lips onto yours and wrapped you up in his arms. His hands rubbing along your sides, pulling you in so tight you were surprised he was strong enough to bring pain that way.

> “Don’t cry over me. Okay?” Your face felt hot, you nodded. “You are mine too, not just Dan’s, okay?” You nodded again. “Good. Now kiss me.”

> The kiss started tender but that just wasn’t gonna cut it with all the tension between you two.

Bo Sinclair /Female reader/

> Lookin’ at all the pretty girls go by.

> Catches you catching him staring, flashes his baby blues at you, “C’mon darling, you know you're still the apple of mah eye.”

> Gets pissed when other guys check you out. Strolls on over and wraps an arm around you, sneering at the Chads and Kyles.

> “You just had to wear that sexy little number, didn’t ya?” He snarled in your face. You grabbed your tits in the cute red bikini and gave them a Lil shake.

> Bo yanked you away from the beach, you protested, hitting his large forearm, “Bo, what the hell? Oh come on, you act like a leech an-” He cut you off, his lips slammed onto yours, the kiss was teeth and a little tongue action.

> Bo had yanked you away to some run-down looking bathrooms, the paint was so old it looked like the original coat from the 1960s

> “Now, Darlin, looks like you’ve just been wanting to rial me up now, huh? Wanting those sons of bitches to fuck you?” He leaned in close to your ear, his heavy breathing making you shake with anticipation. He suckled on it, causing you to buckle at the knees.

> “Bo, no I didn’t wan-want ah, the- them to” You were panting as he made small circles on your clit over your bikini bottoms. His fingers were calloused but he could be surprisingly gentle.

> “Now, yah best be quiet so no one hears ya, understood, Doll?” You whimpered and Bo flashed you his pearly whites. “That’s a good girl.”

> You should make him jealous more often.

[gemlover100000]

Warning

nsfw stuff!!!!!

Day 1

This is fox Mulder with the fbi I been signed up to do this investigation alone basically i been going nuts over food because I never ate for the past 2 days I’m going to eat now.

day 2 

I feel so sore all over my body I don’t know what happened I ate something then my body ached I don’t know why probably food poisoning but I’ll go to the hospital tomorrow 

day 3 

I got checked but nothing I don’t know why but I suddenly feel sick I believe I got a cold but if it’s fatal I’ll go to the doctor 

day 4 

my height I lost 3  inches I’m about 5,8 but my hair has been growing I chopped it off but it grew back my nails feel odd wait.....they’re growing what the hell?!

Day 5 

okay I’m scared my hands are small and my shoes don’t fit me and my body hair has fallen off while taking a shower I didn’t use a razor but my skin is smoother then scullys.

day 6 

okay I have my hair in a ponytail and my face changed last night my nose is smaller my lips are big and eyelashes are visible wait....oooooohhhhh my cloooothes they feeel tight oh my jeans! My hips and my butt is swelling up it’s sooooo tight they’re going to...( rip) oh god my pants my hips are so big!

day 7

Okay your not going to believe me but I’m already 5,3  now and I miss my height but my chest has been hurting for the past 2 hours I believe I’m going to- wait are those breasts?! Oh god they’re getting bigger my shirt is so tight I c-can’t breathe!! I’m going to pass out.....

day 8 

oh god how long have I been out?! My voice sounds different I need to use the bathroom....wait where’s my dick?! How I’m I supposed to get used to this?!!?

day 9 

no one recognizes me I’m scared why did this happen what did I eat?!?

day 10

holy shit I found the reason for this I ate some kind of supernatural food that transformed me into a women I hope it is temporary.

day 11

i tried to convince Scully she said she was looking for me...ITS ME GODDAMNIT!!!!!!!

day 12 

I want it back I want my body back.

day 13

okay time to start a new life now I’m going to name myself faith.

day 14 

I joined Scully yes yes!!!!

day 15 

im wearing a tight dress and I love this new life baby!

day 16

theres no stopping me faith Mulder I took down a criminal who has been stealing information about aliens 

day 17 

skinner wants me 

day 18 

Oh god what did I do last night with him?!

[love-minor-poltergeist]

I loved the chubby reader headcannons, if you don't mind could you do one for mr wheezy and Cagney Carnation, and the devil? Sorry if it's a tad too much to ask for three! I hope you're having a cool day!

A/N: I have to say that this was a lot of fun to write! Wheezy is always a treat to write, and though I already wrote some headcanons for the Devil, I made sure to sprinkle in some additional ones I could think of for him!

As always, be sure to let me know if you’d ever like me to redo this batch of HCs!!

Mr Wheezy w/ a Chubby S/O:

Wheezy, true to his perverted nature, had shamelessly gawked at your body the first time he saw you. From your softer, rounded face, all the way down to your thick thighs and the cute pudge of your middle, you already had him smitten.

Incredibly outspoken about how beautiful/handsome he thinks you are-- and will gladly shout it out for all to hear. He wants everyone to know how lucky he is!

He’s a pretty hefty fellow himself, so Wheezy can empathize with any chubby person problems you have (not finding any cute clothes your size, thigh-chafing/chub rub, etc). He’ll try to cheer you up with a simple “well, doll, at least you’re smaller than me” before pulling you into his warm side.

Calls you a myriad of food-related nicknames (“It’s ‘cause you’re cute enough to eat, sugar.”). Which include, but are not limited to Dumpling, Sugar, Babycakes, etc. Also jokingly includes “sugartits”, among other dumber ones.

The cigar’s incredibly handsy with you— you can’t just tempt him by looking like that and expect him to behave himself. He loves to squeeze your hip or your butt at any chance he has.

And if he’s feeling bold, Wheezy will slap you on the ass when you least expect it. It may earn him a slap in the face in return, but watching the plump flesh jiggle upon impact is 1000% worth it.

If you ever let him use your lap as a pillow, it’s official: you now have him wrapped around your finger. He’ll do whatever you want if it means he gets to rest his face into those glorious thighs.

Though be warned-- Wheezy will try to cop a feel as he exaggeratedly groans in your lap.

Cagney Carnation w/ a Chubby S/O:

Growing up, Cagney had been surrounded by a variety of plant life, each meticulously molded and sculpted from the tender hand of the earth to draw out the beauty of each form. From the steady, statue-Esque trees to the frail yet bright flowers of his field, Cagney approached your build with the same mindset: it came with its strengths, and it came with its weaknesses. However, since you managed to worm your way into his heart, you’ve only become a lot more beautiful to him.

With that said-- Cagney can’t help but marvel at your chubbier form. You’re the complete opposite of him in every sense of the word. Whereas he was all sharp lines and rail-thin, you were all gentle curves and rounded edges. It’s quite the visual treat for him.

Sometimes, you’d catch the carnation staring at you-- awe-struck and eyes full of gentle yearning. He’d flush and cough before turning away, but you can still see him admire you from the corner of his eyes.

Likes to trail long, leafy fingers across any stretch marks you have. Whether they are purple, red, or any color within the rainbow, it’s enough to faintly remind Cagney of the vibrant patterns he’s seen on flower petals. He’s able to find beauty within every one of your blemishes-- even if you sometimes can’t.

Cagney naturally runs pretty cold. And you’re extra soft and warm-- can he make it any more obvious? He’ll use you as his makeshift heating pad, and he’s extra cuddly with you. He especially likes to tucks his face into the crook of your neck and wrap his thin arms around you-- his quiet purr vibrating against your throat.

Growing up, Cagney spent a lot of his youth being harassed by his cousins and some of the larger residents; and as a result, he’s built a tolerance towards most insults. Insults towards him? The most they’ll get is a withering glare before he rolls his eyes and turns around to water his flowers. Insults toward you? They’re on thin ice.

And if the perpetrator manages to make you cry or make you feel ugly… Well, it’s their funeral.

If you ever decide to wear shorts, Cagney will combust. He already has a habit of staring at you normally but the moment he’s met with your exposed legs, it’ll take every ounce of self-control not to gawk. Though, from the number of times you caught him staring (and at your butt, no less..), he isn’t very good at it.

Tease him at your own risk. You’re laughing at his embarrassment now, but he’s going to get back at you one of these days….

The Devil w/ a Chubby S/O:

It’s hard to find any cute clothes your size-- most of your options were either pretty bland or they were usually pretty expensive. However, that becomes an issue of the past so long as you’re on the Devil’s arm. Anything you want, you’ll get. Though, be warned: the demon will try to sneak in more revealing/risque articles of clothing into your wardrobe… You’re aren’t obligated to wear them, but if you do, you’ll have a very pleased demon on your hands.

As much as he loves you, your boyfriend is still a devious son of a bitch. One of his favorite ways to tease/mess with you is to suck hickeys/bite into your tummy; never hard enough to draw blood, but just enough to draw a startled yip from your lips. Your glares will only be met with a smug, cat-ate-the-canary grin.