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Daily Prompt: What's the coolest thing you've ever found (and kept)?

Another Daily Prompt! I thought I couldn't come up with any cool stuff but I couldn't stop writing once I started! Hahaha!

So, growing up I used to collect rocks from every beach I visited and I have visitedhalf of Greece so those are a lot of beaches. I truly thinkthat is one of the coolest things I have collected and found because they had very peculiar shapes and colours so I found them cool! Now, another coolest thing I have found was a chocolate bar that almost hit me on the head as I was coming out of the Metro…

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[xrd]

Like I think the samurai angle is cool for him but I feel like he just doesn't carry the same kind for weight in his presence idk. I think it might be the silhouette?

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[rosethreeart]

Hahaha nooo don’t reblog my old ass ugly art hahaha

[obscureoldguy]

Merry merry, happy happy!

Casey Horner

[markashyaka]

Eazye orniment

[ameliathornromance]

After the many congratulations, the hard clasps on the back and the exhausting night was over, your Orc boyfriend held his child in his arms, while you fell deeper into well deserved sleep.

When you’d told him you were pregnant, it had shocked him. He didn’t think that anything would come of your time together, let alone a baby. It’s not that he didn’t love you, he did, would do anything for you.

He thought since you two were different kinds of beings, there was a very slim chance that the pair of you would have a child.

You’d told him with tears in your eyes, worried about how he'd react. Would he start shouting? Get angry with you over something you had no control over?

But none of that had happened. Instead, he had taken your hands in his and assured you that he wasn’t going anywhere.

After getting over the shock of the initial news, your Orc began to make preparations for the baby.

He chopped wood and began to construct a cradle. He sought out animals and skinned them to make blankets, bought some of the best fabric he could find to make clothes from.

Since you were going to be doing the main job of carrying and having the baby, he decided he was going to do all the preparation for when the baby is born.

You had asked to help him, but your Orc boyfriend scolded you for even asking. “Get back into bed, you’re not going to do any hard labour, you’re already doing enough as it is.”

“It's not like I'm a glass orniment! I want to do something to help!” You’d protested. “I can’t let you do all this while I put my feet up.”

Sighing, your Orc had given you some fabric, needle and thread. He was good at manual labour, half of keeping the camp fed and moving meant being good with your hands.

But more delicate work like sewing? He was useless. Some Orcs in the camp had a knack for it. But every time your boyfriend picked up a needle and threat, his thick fingers would bend the metal pin, thus rendering it useless.

So, for making clothes, he left that up to you.

As your stomach expanded, he finished working on important things like cribs and toys, he found himself with nothing to do.

The other Orcs had laid him off from doing any other kinds of work in the camp, so he could spend more time with you, so he resigned himself to watching you sew.

He found it so peaceful to watch you. Your eyes so concentrated on the fabric and thread in front of you, it was hard not to gawk at you as you worked.

Your Orc had heard about pregnancy glows in human women, and boy did you have one. But glow was the wrong word to describe it, he thought, you raidiated.

“You’re staring at me again,” you’d smiled one evening.

The Orc who laid on the side of his bed, hand propping up his head, gave a dreamy smile. “How can I not? You look gorgeous.”

You’d tried to hide your smile, embarrassed. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of Goddess.”

“Well would I be wrong for thinking that?” He asked, “everyone stares at you now, it would be hard not to think that of you from how the rest of the camp acts.”

Apart from himself, everyone in the camp was excited to meet your baby. When the news first began to spread through the camp, the Orc women had tossed out your boyfriend out of the tent. They all crowded around you, making it difficult for him to even get a look at what they were saying to you.

When he’d tried to protest, get back to you, they’d all squawked at him to leave you and them alone. When he was finally allowed back in, you were grinning from ear to ear, while one of the Orc woman stayed by your side.

He was glad that the women were around when he wasn't. As much as he would like to have shared an understanding with your plight, there was no way he could.

So he was happy that the other women of the camp were there to support you.

“What did they talk to you about when they threw me out that night?” Your boyfriend asked as you examined your sewing progress.

You narrowed your eyes at the small shirt in front of you. You answered, “they all came in to say that if I needed anything, I could call on them. They’d drop everything they were doing to come and help me. Oh, and that one of them would always be around to help if something started to happen.”

Taking your eyes off your sewing, you looked at him and placed an absent-minded hand on your stomach. “One of them said it looks like the baby is due any day now.” You told him, “you’ll be around, won’t you?”

“Of course I will.” Your boyfriend assured. “I wouldn’t miss the birth of my baby for the world.”

And for the next couple of days, he stayed in the camp. All the other Orcs waited as well, like it was their child that they were expecting.

Your water broke a few hours after your Orc had gone to drink with his others. They were in the middle of discussing who would win between a Werewolf and a Vampire, when one of the Orc women rushed over.

She gave your boyfriend a hard smack on the back of the head, which made your boyfriend spat out his drink and glowered at her. “What the hell was that for?!”

“Can’t you hear that!?” She snapped at him.

Silence filled the air, before being punctuating by a wail. Your wail.

He was on his feet instantly, face flushing. When had it happened? And why didn’t he hear it?!

“Idiot can’t even hear the birth of his own baby.” His attacker had breathed indignantly. She rounded on the rest of the Orcs, who were all looking sheepishly at her, like they were expecting to be hit as well. But she commanded, “go and get some warm water and blankets, all of you!”

They scattered like a group of scared rats as your boyfriend left them and went to his tent.

He found you hunched over, with the other women of the camp. Your Orc wanted to step in, to hold your hand, do something to help you, but at the look of one of the other women in the tent, he backed out and waited with baited breath outside his tent.

Other Orcs came forward to stay with him as he waited. “This has always been a women’s thing.” One of the older Orcs of the camp comforted him. “They don’t like having the fathers in there because they feel like it’s intimidating.”

He jerked his head to the entrance of your boyfriends tent. “She’s in safe hands, your woman. And we’re here for you too.” A few other Orcs who’d gathered around your boyfriend murmured in agreement.

It was agony to wait outside as you cried. Your Orc boyfriend had never felt so helpless to do anything to help you. It was like all the things he had done for the baby these past few months, were nothing compared to what you were doing at that moment.

He felt guilty for getting your pregnant in the first place.

But all that stopped when your shouts of pain stopped and were replaced by the infantile cries of new life.

All the Orcs around him tensed at the sound, your Boyfriend standing from his seat at the front of the tent. He wanted to go in, to see you and your child, but he worried about getting cursed out by the other Orcs inside.

After what seemed like an eternity, one of them opened the tent flap and beckoned him inside. He had gone in without a word to his others outside the tent.

But as he caught a glimpse of you, sweaty and exhausted in bed, he stopped dead in his tracks.

The other women in the tent looked at each other with knowing smiles as they rinsed their bloody hands in bowls of water. Some were folding up bloody towels, while another sat on the side of your bed. One woman checking your temperature with the back of their hand to your forehead.

They moved out of the way as your Orc approached you, who was completely transfixed by the bundle wrapped in furs and blankets in your arms. Your tired eyes darted away for only a second as you looked at him, “she’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”

A lump in your boyfriends throat formed, “’she’?” He croaked.

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes again.

Your Boyfriend leaned in closer and put a hand over his mouth as he laid eyes on his baby girl for the first time.

She was a lot smaller than most other Orc babies he’d seen. At a quick glance, you might have mistaken her for being a human baby; But the child undeniably held Orcish features. Small tusks jutted out from her bottom lip, her skin was pale green like a lily pad. Her nose was human shaped, but upturned slightly. Her ears were more rounded than any other Orcs, clearly shown from her human heritage.

She was perfect.

“That’s my baby.” Your boyfriend said, stupidly.

You gave another nod as tears began to run down you cheeks. “Do you want to hold her?”

Your Boyfriend almost let out a cry as you asked. Gently passing over the bundle, your Orc held his child in his arms and allowed himself to cry. She weighed like nothing, quite different from Orc babies, who weighed a ton.

He looked at you as you settled back in the bed. “You are so amazing.” He sniffed. “Really. I mean it love.”

It didn’t seem like you could hear him though, as your eyes drifted shut and you fell asleep.

Your boyfriend hadn’t realised that the women were still at the front of the tent, watching. They rushed him up, as they whispered to him, “she needs rest. Babies fine, for the moment, so go and show her off.”

The Orc had almost completely forgotten about the crowd of Orcs outside the tent as the women pushed him out. But as he exited, the whole crowd’s faces lit up like fireflies.

They all darted forward to get a look at your child, some clapping your Orc hard on the back as they congratulated him.

He felt as though he didn’t deserve it though, it’s not like he did all the heavy lifting during your pregnancy.

“Look at those tusks! The girls not even ten minutes out of the womb and they already look strong enough to rip through meat!”

“And her skin! If it weren’t for the tusks, you wouldn’t know she was one of us!”

“Oh but isn’t her face cute, look at those chubby cheeks.”

As their chatter got louder, your boyfriend pulled his daughter to his chest and shot them all a glare, “be quiet!” he hissed at them. He was hyper aware that you needed to rest at the moment and he was not about to let a group of excited Orcs wake you.

They all fell silent, some of them grinning. “Dad instincts are kicking in.” One of them whispered.

Dad. That’s what he was now, a dad.

Once the crowd had dispersed, it was early morning. Even though he hadn’t done anything but hold a baby in his arms, he still felt as though he may fall asleep at any moment.

But as he reentered the tent, took a seat on the chair beside your bed, he forced himself to stay awake, alert to keep an eye on the baby.

So long as he was alive, he would never allow any harm to come to you, or your daughter.

Even if it meant losing sleep over it.

Your Orc watched your back as you slept, his heart soaring as he realised that there was never anything he could do to repay you for this gift you had given him.

And honestly? He didn’t care. He would gladly spend the rest of his life indebted to such an amazing woman like you.

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[mammomlette]

OBEY ME OLDER BROTHERS AS SOULMATE TROPES!

part 1 part 2 part 3 (WIP rn)

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, GN! Reader/MC, possible cringe

Notes: This is literally my first ever fan fic I’ve published (if head cannons count as fan fics lmao) so apologies for any mistakes or weird formatting! Constructive criticism is more than welcome, I’m ASKING for it if you have any🙏

Alsoo they just kept getting longer and longer, I don’t know why and I’ve gone through lucifers to try and make it longer but I just can’t so sorry😭

LUCIFER: you can’t see their eye colour until you meet them.

* It wasn’t really that bad, being unable to see red.

* Being unable to see the colour of your blood as it oozed out of a cut wasn’t really that bad, even if it just looked like grey tar pouring out instead which is equally gross

* It wasn’t really that bad to just never be able to see a single colour, everyone had to put up with it at some point

* But it was sad how rose bouquets always looked dull, and how hearts would always be grey

* It was sad how you couldn’t just imagine up a new colour to fill the void that not being able to see red left

* You knew that the colour you couldn’t see was called red, and you could learn as much as you’d like about it but that didn’t meant you could imagine it let alone see it for yourself

* Not until you were teleported into a large, court-like room one day

* You looked up from whatever you were doing and stared up at the man who had begun to cheerfully talk in front of you. His hair was that familiar gray that you recognised as red

* He introduced you to your situation and the school, and in your panic your eyes darted across the room

* Then, you suddenly made eye contact with a man in a dark coat, hair a matching colour and eyes that were also a dark colour

* but a new dark colour

* Not that gray you had been familiar with your whole life, but a fierce mix of orange and pink, the way the colour red had been described to you your entire life

* You saw through your periphery some orniments on the wall and the previous man’s hair and jacket come to life with colour, but you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the dark haired man before you

* He had frozen, just like you, afraid to blink, afraid that he’d lose this enticing new colour again after missing it for so long if he were to let it go for less than a second

* When he finally looked away, he saw how different decorations in the room that had previously been gray lit up with the colour of your eyes, the world never seeming so alive in all the thousands of years of his life as they did in that moment

* For the first time in his incredibly long life, he saw the beauty that was your eyes and all the beauty they brought with them.

MAMMON: the red string of fate.

* Your entire life you had been accompanied by that obnoxious red string.

* Whenever you glanced down to your non-dominant hand, the first thing you noticed was the red string all tangled up and wrapped around your hand

* Sometimes you’d get bored and tie nots in it or rest it on a surface and pull it to make shapes, but as soon as you took your attention away from it it’d return to normal, pointing in the direction of your soulmate

* And for some reason, the direction would always be down

* Not always directly down, sometimes diagonal, but it always managed to go into the ground.

* Was your soulmate miner or something???

* You had tried and tried countless times to follow it, going into basements and even considering going cave exploring in case your soulmate was some kind of cave creature trapped down there

* There was even a time you considered that they could be in hell, because where else could they be that’s so low down?!

* You had grown to hate it, the way it would taunt you and while it showed your friends their soulmates, it just showed you the dirt on the ground

* Hopes of finding your soulmate and curiosity to where they could be grew into despair, concluding that your soulmate was either a mole person or dead

* Both results meant that you’d never meet them and would forever be tormented by that hideous, obnoxious, torturous red string that was eternally tied to your ring finger

* You were waiting in a lobby for a job interview when you suddenly popped into the devildom

* A man was happily introducing you to the courtroom(?) and all of the people sat inside of it

* There was a man named Lucifer, followed by his younger brothers, all of which noticeably sharing names with demons. This place was called the Devildom, they’re demons, is this hell?Someone must be pulling your leg or something, right?!?!

* You were cut of from your thoughts by the dark haired man- Lucifer- telling you to call his younger brother.

* You hesitantly took the phone-like device called a ‘DDD’ from Lucifer’s hands and dialed the number you were told to, fidgeting with the string on your ring finger that nobody else could see

* You waited for Lucifer’s younger brother, Mammon, to show up, still fiddling with the string, when you felt a sudden jolt on the string

* You looked down, to see the string moving slightly, left to right to slightly up, and noticed that it was no longer going into the ground. It was right at the doorway to the room.

* A man stormed into the room, immediately charging in your direction and shouting about your ‘nerve’ to summon ‘the great Mammon’

* Safe to say the shouting died down when he took a look at your hand and noticed how your strings were connected

* Awkward silence filled the air until it was interrupted by the Avatar of Lust, cooing at the situation when he put two and two together and realised what was going on

* You were too focused on the red string connecting you to his hand to noticed the red slowly covering mammons face

* Internally, you laughed. Of course you found your soulmate in Hell.

LEVIATHAN: you make choices for your soulmate.

* You woke up to the sun shining through your curtains. Your soulmate, for whatever reason, didn’t allow you to shut your blinds. He didn’t even decline it, just left it on read.

* Why did you even have to request to do something so mundane?!

* Your soulmate forgetting to respond to your requests was a common occurrence, usually in the morning, but any time could be victim to your soulmates negligence to your requests.

* You went downstairs and opened your fridge and grabbed the first thing you saw: a pancake filled with red bean paste, in a box labeled ‘Azuki-tan, cute companion!’

* You had zero clue what that meant, you just remembered seeing it for sale at a grocery store a couple days ago

* Again, you had to send a request to your soulmate over whether you could eat this or not.

* Almost immediately, it was accepted. You didn’t really stop to think about the fast reaction time to the request, just thankful this wasn’t another ignored request

* Just as you were about to put it into your mouth, you were teleported to a large room that resembled a court room and contained a lot of chairs and 6 scary-looking men

* You kind of zoned out for most of that discussion until you started asking questions, but safe to say the pancake was forgotten, still in your hand.

* You made your way to where you would be staying with the demon assigned to look after you, Mammon, when a request from your soulmate popped up:

* ‘Soulmate would like to: Ask his brother for his money back.’

* You accepted, wondering what harm could be done, and entered the building with Mammon.

* You were just chatting with the white haired boy when all of a sudden a boy with purple hair started yelling at him “How about this? I vote for YOU to die, Mammon!”

* They started to yell at each other about money, which you found to be an odd coincidence. Would this even be considered as asking for money though? It’s more like bullying.

* You watched the argument unfold and brought the pancake to your mouth, about to take a bite, when the purple haired boy froze and stared at you, which made you stand there awkwardly with your mouth about to bite into the pancake for a few seconds waiting for him to say something

* “Is that Azuki-tan?!”

* “Umm… I think that was on the packaging… why?”

* Very awkward. Oh look, a request!

* ‘Soulmate would like to geek-out about Azuki-Tan and The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl franchise.’ You accepted. How random.

* You had no time to ponder the randomness of the request because the purple haired boy, Levi as Mammon had introduced him, began to spout random nonsense about the pancake? No, a girl called ruri hana- wait no, now he’s going on about voice acting- who’s that voice actor?- wait what show is he going on about now?!?! You really wanted to tell this guy to slow down or shut up!

* He paused for a quick moment and pressed a button in the air, continuing with his tangent when you yelled at him to just slow down!

* He paused. He stared into your soul. He looked like he was rebooting, or something.

* “You’re my soulmate?” He said, voice shaky. You asked him what he meant, and he just started going on a rant about an anime where this very thing happened and- he’s off topic again, he’s going a mile a minute! You asked the voice in your head ‘can I please tell him to shut up?!’

* He stopped and stared at you, now yelling how you were asking him to shut up and how rude than was!

* Oh shit. He’s right? He’s your soulmate? And you just asked your soulmate to shut up the annoying guy in front of you?? Whew boy.

* You awkwardly mutter apologies to eachother, flustered, both the pancake and his older brother forgotten.

[notsofunsenpai]

Christmas Hangover

Your alarm blaring as your eyes open wide awake depending on if you should hit the snooze button for the 6th time or actually get up. You deiced you gotta get up so you turn the annyoing alarm off,sitting up grumbling to yourself as you gotta go back to ypur normal daily routine now that Christmas is over and done with for this year.

Your future husband was dead asleep next to you,but you'll wake him up later because right now, you yourself is finding the courage to get up even though you said you were a few minutes ago. Once you actually got up, the floorn was cold,so you quickly put on your warm slippers and go downstairs for some leftovers to eat for breakfast. It wasn't anything too big, just the leftover cassorle you saved from yesterday, then for lunch or dinner leftover turkey and stuff. You knew Kenji was going to wake up around noon so you just finish the cassorle off and he can find some,after you finished eating you washed the dishes and started slowly butnsurely cleaning up the kitchen from the holiday decorations that were in there including lots of garland and tinsel,putting it in a box that was conveniently placed there.

You cleaned the table and counters from any spills or messes that were made between now and yesterday. You then went to the bathroom to do your business and get cleaned up,and when you were done, you put clean clothes on and put the old ones in the laundry hamper. You almost forgot to put your promise ring on that you got yesterday from your lover (check out last part if you haven't read it ) ,you had tooken it off because you thought it was gonna get lost in the bed while you went to sleep. You went into the shared bedroom and started picking up the dirty clothes and trash that was in there along doing some organizing with the stack of xbox games ,putting them in a neat pile,and putting the controllers neatly next to the tv. You kissed the top of Kenji's head,ruffling his hair,"so cute." You said to no one but yourself,looking at the digital clock that had woke yoy up from earlier that has now read 11:40am,near noontime so you also decied to wake your cute lover up by gently shaking him and calling his name. He doesn't budge at first until you keep attacking his face with kisses, and he tries to hide himself from your attacks and the sunlight that was beaming into his face,"No..." his morning voice was horas, and it also cracked,trying also hid under the blankets.

"Kenji,time to get up sleepyhead." You softly said with a smile on your face,"Gotta help me clean up, then you can go back to sleep sooner once you do." You said hearing another groan in protest from your baby. You sighed, didn't wana do this, put you, took the blanket off of Kenji, hearing a loud groan followed by complaining how cold the room was. "Get up and help Kenji. You do have to do much but take out the trash,take down the tree and some other Christmas stuff along with taking the lights off outside the house." You said.

The brunette grumbles before sitting up slowly,eyes still closed with mess brown locks that are probably tangled because he likes to move around in his sleep. You kissed him softly,"Stop being so grumpy in the morning, love."

"Mmnot grumpy.." he huffed before opening his eyes to get adjusted with the rooms lighting before slowly getting up and going to the tasks you had asked him to.

"Love you." You called out to him, which he said it back,barely hearing it. You then fix the bed, making it neat and tighty again,tucking the ends into the mattress and fixing the pillows. You then went to the living room where Kenji had slowly started to take out the ornaments of the tree, and you gave him a hand so it'll be done quicker. You closed the boxes of orniments,putting them in the storage closet you guys have for next year as Kenji started putting the tree back in the box,he struggled with it for a moment or two but he managed to get it in then put that in the closet as well. "Are you going to do your office as well, love?" You suddenly remember there's stuff in there, and he shaked his head.

"I'll put that way when i get tired of seeing it or whenever im feeling up to it." He said as heads outside to take down the lights.

Meanwhile, you went back and got the laundry hamper,putting the dirty clothes in the washer,using lavander soap. You also went back into the kitchen to throw away any expired or left over food that you had waay before Christmas but was to lazy to throw it away,and whatever was left you organized the fridge and open bottom freezer even thought it'll be a mess later on. You made sure the garbage bags were tied well or double bag them just in case they break. Tomorrow is garbage day as well, so it works out in the end. You set them aside for Kenji to get for later,you washed your hands then did some more cleaning and organizing a few minutes later or about twenty Kenji came in with the box of lights,putting them in the closet as well. "I collect the garbage its near the wall in the kitchen,it just need to be thrown away." You said,you knew he was gonna groan but you beat him to the punch,"I'll give kisses afterwards if you don't make one complaint for the reest

of the day."

He gived it a thought,he really wanna complain but kisses and gived in and took the trash out along with the recycling that was fully with boxes from either open Christmas presents or random packages you guys bought.

He comes back in,giving you a hug as everything was mostly done and put away,"Want my kisses." He says puckering his lips,making you laugh and smile at him, happily giving your man all the kisses he wants and desires.

[strayheartless]

Tales from the land of departure! A Christmas story:

Terra was manhandling a massive tree in the rec room when they walk in from training. Riku was the first to pause in the door way, making Xion and Roxas stumble behind him.

“Dude,” Roxas snapped impatiently “Do you mind? Kinda walking here,”

Riku ignored his quip in favour of moving out of the doorway and pointing at the tree. It was about eight foot tall and bushier than he thought it possible for a fir tree to be. Around the room lay boxes upon boxes of baubles and string lights and in the middle of said boxes sat Ventus, Kairi and Aqua wearing Santa hats.

“Wow,” Xion muttered, eyes as big as dinner plates or the sight of all the various colours and shapes. “That’s one big tree,”

Roxas hummed in agreement, not really sure what was going on but willing to get stuck in as he moved to pick up a little ornamental ice skate.

Riku suspected some unconscious part of him that still had some of Sora’s memory was quietly remembering Christmas. He doubted Roxas really recognised this was what was happening though.

“What is all this,” he asked, affirming Riku’s assumptions.

“Their Christmas decorations!” Replied Ven cheerfully, and for a moment it was striking how much he looked like Sora.

… speaking of Sora.

“I take it Sora’s around here somewhere? He’s never knowingly been one to avoid Christmas spirit,” Riku asked and suddenly the tree rustled.

“I’m back here,” came a muffled voice from the back of the tree. Sora emerged from the side of the tree like a little Christmas elf; cheeks flushed and Santa hat firmly shoved over his spikes.

Riku snorted fondly as Terra gave the tree one last tug and nodded seemingly satisfied. “Trees secure now, thanks kid,” he said, and Sora slid from behind the it.

He was a mess of pine needles and sequinned rainedeer antlers. Honestly Riku would have despaired of him had he not known it was pointless to expect anything else from the young man.

Xion laughed, coming up to forcefully brush sora down with her hands. It didn’t really work. “What in the Kings name are you wearing?” She giggled.

“It’s a Christmas jumper!” Sora chirped “isn’t it cool!” He tapped the reindeers nose and it lit up making Riku huff a little chuckle.

“A christmas travesty more like,” teased Roxas.

Sora pouted as Ven came to his defence “I think it’s neat,” he smiled leaning back into Kairi’s hand as the latter slid her fingers into the hair at his nape.

Sweet, Riku thought fondly.

Roxas being Roxas, would not let that stand. “I rest my case,” he looked at Riku for Back up. “What do you think, oh unwise master?”

“I think you should count yourself lucky I don’t mind you teasing me about my outranking you,” he glared playfully and Roxas stuck his tongue out at him. Kairi snorted.

They’d come a long way since the world that never was. They could bully each other good naturedly now and it not be a big deal. Riku liked where they were, it was starting to become friendly.

“I’m sorry babe,” he said finally addressing his boyfriend, “I never thought I’d say this but I agree with Roxas on this one. It’s a travesty.”

Sora pouted at him. “Why would you be so mean to me like that!” He whined petulantly.

Riku couldn’t help but tug him by his belt to kiss the pout off of his lips. As usual sora melted into it; wrapping his arms around Riku’s neck and smiling into the chast kiss.

Behind Sora Roxas, Xion and Ven started gagging making Riku roll his eyes.

“Oh shush you three,” Aqua scolded but she was grinning at all of them in that way she did when she remembered they were one big family now.

“Yeah,” Terra grinned from his place by the fire place, sorting through orniments. “One day you’ll have a relationship too and you won’t think it’s so gross,”

“Oh I will,” said Roxas vehemently “Romance is gross.”

“Roxas has plans to be a lonely old spinster Terra, didn’t he tell you?” Kairi goads making Xion giggle.

Riku rolled his eyes fondly and returned his attention to Sora. “You look ridiculous,” he murmurs.

“Yeah but I make it look hot,” Sora smiles back at him, making him snort.

“Oh do you now?”

“I don’t know, do I?” Soras grin broadened challengingly. And really, who was Riku to deny him?

He pulled Sora back into a sweet kiss, mindful of their audience. Sora giggled a little into it, squirming under the hand on his waist. Riku grins a little and wiggles his fingers making Sora squark indignantly and pull away.

“RIKU NO!” He laughs loudly and Riku wraps an arm around his waist and pins him to his own front. “ROXAS SAVE ME” he cries as Riku blows a raspberry on his neck.

Everybody laughs as Sora struggles against Riku’s ministrations, Kairi hollering encouragement from her place on the floor.

Sun streams through the huge picture windows on either side of the chimney, casting a warm glow on the festive scene. Everything’s happy and bright, everything’s safe.

Riku couldn’t be happier if he tried.

[yetanothergreyjedi]

"You good?"

"No." *gestures to my black clothes with ornimental animal skulls* "Obviously I'm evil, what part of this doesn't make sense?"

[ask-de-writer]

FIENDSHIP IS MAGIC  

(Part 58 of ?)  

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FIENDSHIP IS MAGIC

or

Making Fiends and Influencing Ponies

An Anthro *Tail* of the Mane Six

Part 58 of ? (Work in Progress)

by

De Writer

63566 words (story in progress)

© 2022 by Glen Ten-Eyck

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Rarity stepped up and joined Pinkie. “That sounds utterly delightful, my sweet Kin. Do include me as well. I have heard that Saddle Arabian dances do more than just tease.” She paused for effect before adding, “They are great exercise too!”

Both Kin and Pinkie giggled at her jest. Kin though did nod, “In fact, that is exactly right, if humorously put, Love. Shall we adorn ourselves in your lovely costumes?”

Pinkie slid into her wide satin dancing belt ornamented with rich gold looking fringe trims and row after row of light gold or silver colored coins. The others were getting into theirs as well, filling the room with a light chiming and tinkling from the many “coins.”

Kin and Pinkie were taken by surprise by a part of the costumes that had been concealed under the wide belts. Black lace topped fine fishnet hose! As Rarity was unrolling and pulling hers to fit snugly, with seams straight up the backs of her shapely legs, she informed the others, “I know that these aren't traditional at all, but I really was not thinking about the costumes being used for actual dancing! That's why we have garters for these hose and no panties at all!”

By the time that she had finished, Pinkie had hers on, the garters fastened neatly and was fitting her hooves into soft dancing slippers. Lastly, she had taken her dancing bra that was of matching satin and ornimented the same as her belt. That left a skirt made of colorfully dyed sheer gauze in two panels, both reaching from the belt to mid calf.

A quiet realization dawned as she examined the panels. “These tiny weights go to the bottom? How does it fasten? Oh, I see. These are meant to come off, aren't they?”

Kin nodded seriously, “Correct, Pinkie. While they are on, the weights will help the skirts to have the proper sway and swirl, while showing off lots of leg between the front and back panels. Later, we remove them one at a time for some seriously great looking veil work. You will see when I have given you the dance's reflexes and moves.”

Pinkie nodded, “I sort of know what you mean, my mare. I have seen a few demonstrations of Saddle Arabian dance. Rare made these outfits for more fun than just dancing!”

Her busy fingers twiddled with her bra's left shoulder strap. Most of the cup came away in her hand, leaving only a shelf under the now nearly bare pink boob. Her nipple stood out proud.

Without batting an eyelash, Kin gave a lewd look as she snickered, Saddle Arabian dance is not a strip tease! No reason at all that it can't become one though!”

Pinkie nodded thoughtfully as she re attached the bra cup, “We don't have a Saddle Arabian number in the big strip show. We ought to get Foamy and Clarice to look things over. It could be a fun thing to have in the show.”

Kin nodded briskly, “It really could but first you should learn to dance this way, so that we can show them. OK?”

Pinkie, snuggled up close simply nodded. Kin began what looked almost like a massage starting at the back of her head and working gently down her spine to the middle of her back.

Letting Pinkie go, she told her, “There, you are all done. You will still need to learn how to use those things that I have given you, but which you cannot feel yet. Wait for the music, then you will understand.”

Holding her arms out to Rarity, Kin invited, “Your turn now, my Sweet Love.”

Rarity snuggled close in her arms, enjoying the simple pleasure of contact with her. Kin repeated the same gentle, almost fondling dance of her hand from the back of her love's head, down to her mid back.

Releasing her, she told them, “Pinkie, put away that mirror! Now, finger cymbals (these are called zills, by the way) at the ready, pose like this for your starting position!”

As she was stretching into position, a look of comprehension drifted across her face. “Oh, so that's how it goes! Uh, Kin, I was inviting Foamy and Clarice to come and watch. They've never done choreography for Saddle Arabian dances and really want to see it!”

Kin nodded, “I'll let them in when they get here, Pinkie. Now, music!”

A pattering drum line began, with a flute joining in over the rhythm! All three mares began to sway in time, their zills clattering in unison with the music. The others were watching in awe. Kin's smoothly practiced hip lifts while holding her upper torso near perfectly still as she turned about were nearly entrancing. And this, they knew was barely the beginning!

Both Rarity and Pinkie, still keeping up the rhythm of their zills almost instinctively, began to get the hang of starting the back sway that the hip lift forced to happen from the bottom of their ribs instead of using the whole torso.

With looks of delight, both students got it at almost the same moment! Their movements became suddenly fluid in a way that they never had before! Pinkie began to work in moving her now vertical upper torso from side to side as she danced around in slow turn.

Rarity thoughtfully lowered her upper arms to nearly horizontal and, using only her shoulders, still maintaining that vertical rib cage, doing shoulder lifts, counter to her hip lifts!

Pinkie saw what she was doing as she turned to face Rarity and laughed with joy as she began working her shoulders too!

They both saw their mentor smiling with pleasure at the progress of her pupils. They then noticed that her tail was not a simple flag behind her, wagging to her hip movements! She was managing to keep it from side to side movement at all as it swished almost perfectly up and down! As soon as she was sure that her students were following her tail's movement, she added a side to side flair that resulted in her tail becoming a flowing circle, moving counter to the motion of her hips!

As fast as her eager students absorbed the movement, she smoothly converted it to a side to side swish. She began using the short time that she was on a hoof or the other during the hip lifts, to begin a spin that brought her skirts out in a flair about her! Kin spun about, not pausing any of her dance, shoulders, back, hips or tail! Her legs that had been flashing and showing briefly earlier were now on full active and sensual display!

The others after only a few tries got the moves down pat!

Kin slowed to a hip wriggling, belly rolling stop, facing them as she began to first, twitch slowly and then faster, make her tits shimmy side to side, while back to the basic hip lifting but accompanied by her tail swirling about first into a circle and then flowing smoothly into figure eight!

Just as the others got the whole set of moves flowing smoothly and, admittedly erotically, there came a tap at the door. Kin used her magic to open it without stopping the music or the whole dance!

It was not the expected Foamy and Clarice. It was a drop jawed AJ! She made a production of shutting the door before speaking, “Durn! Can't turn my back on you guys for a minute! What you doin' there sure look like fun! Wish that I knowed how to wiggle like that there!”

Kin had allowed the music to stop. “Come on in, AJ! Watch out what you wish for around here! That could easily happen! Neither of these lovely mares knew a single step of Saddle Arabian dance less than an hour ago!”

Adding a happy grin, she went on, “I see that you are wearing some of those fun “play clothes” that we made you!”

“Ah has. You give me this here sexy bod and them fun clothes. Added what Pinks there done mention about just walkin about making stallion balls blast, Ah had to try it!” She snickerd, cheeks blushing some behind her freckles. “She was right, sort of. Wasn't just stallions, neither. Three mares done propositioned me. I could'ave made three hundred bits!”

“That's neat, AJ, but why come here?”

“Ah wanted to thank you fer it all. Ah done discovered two things just lately. First, Ah likes Mares a whole lot, but second, Ah likes bein' the center of attention too. That there shy was 'cause cause Ah didn't think Ah was really purty.

“Was you serious about showin me how ta dance like that? Yeh, Ah really would like ta be able ta do that. Watched through the window a little 'fore Ah knocked. Ah sorta 'spected something like that from you, Kin, bein' who you are, but Rare an Pinks? That blowed me away!”

Rarity clattered her zills for attention and pointed to the work table. “You want to learn, AJ? Got you a costume right there. Let Kin do her thing to help you learn the reflexes and how some moves work. The dance will grow on you like you are remembering it. It's amazing, really.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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[omnybus]

Dream Sketches: Rat Family Christmas

Last night I had a rough time sleeping, feeling rather sick and ended up sleeping in short bursts of a couple hours each. Each one had a dream of some kind, but the last bit of sleep I got was the only one I could actually remember, and it was quite vivid and surprisingly wholesome.

t;My dream started off with me walking down the road to a house that used to be my grandmother's, on my mom's side. About twenty years ago IRL, my family and I lived in this house with my grandmother when we first moved here, before buying and settling into our own house a couple years later. After my grandmother died my mom inherited and sold the house to another family, though sadly they ended up leaving the house in terrible disrepair, letting the lawn get overgrown and strewn with junk, as well as doing half-assed, unfinished "renovations" that left the house with exposed plywood and heaps of dissused wood on the lawn. It wasn't our responsibility at the end of the day though it still makes me and my mother sad to look at the state the house is now in. It was a very old but otherwise nice little house.

History lesson aside, in my dream I was on my phone talking to this demolitions company who rented out giant monsters for people to take control of to use for demolishing buildings. I arrived at the house and found this massive, forty-foot Godzilla-like creature standing intert and lifeless in front of the house's driveway. It looked like a mashup of several different dinosaurs and had seven digits on its hands and feet.

I told them that the monster they had sent was there and was ready for me to take control of to destroy the house, but then I looked over and saw that the house was completely different from what I remembered. Namely it was much nicer-looking and seemed completely different, looking like a mashup of several parts of a fancy old manor. It was asymmetrical but well put together, with a lovely garden and fresh paint and even a bell tower.

I told the demolition company I'd call them back and hung up, walking towards this new house to speak to the owners. I was originally going to just smash the house down as no-one was supposed to be inside, but I wanted to see what the deal was with this new look. As I eventually found the front door, I was greeted by a cheerful anthropomorphic rat lady dressed like a vampire. Her outfit seemed to be a mashup of a Halloween and Christmas dress, having a spiderweb motif but decorated with glittery baubles in red, black, and green. She invited me inside, and I obliged.

The interior of the house was much like the outside, fancy looking in shape and decor but put together in a haphazard yet solid way, with staircases and hallways going in every direction and countless rooms of every shape and size. All of it was decorated in orniments typical for both Halloween and Christmas, with strings of multicolored lights strug everywhere and little plastic bats, skulls, and pumpkins mixed with candy canes, holly, and jingle bells. As the rat lady led me deeper into the house she told me she was so glad to have a guest over and wanted me to meet the whole family. I ended up running into more anthro rat people of different ages, all dressed as vampires in Halloween/Christmas themed garb. Everyone I ran into was very friendly, greeting me as if I were one of their own- one big rat fellow, the "uncle", gave me a big hug and said "Glad to meet ya, champ!" while an elderly "grandpa" rat slapped me on the back and invited me to play cards later. Eventually I ended up in a huge room where dozens of rats were all gathered around, the whole family coming together to greet me. There were tables laden with snacks and drinks, a roaring fire, and a big Christmas tree decorated with shiny baubles, lights, and an iron chain garland witg what looked like a medieval morningstar on top. Several rat children of varying ages ran up and looked at me with excitement, as if expecting me to give them presents. The "triplets" were the most memorable here, popping out of three cardboard coffin-shaped gift boxes.

Once the rat lady got everyone to settle down, I managed to introduce myself, telling them my name and explaining that I used to live in this house. I told them that originally it was ordered for demolition because it was assumed no one lived here, but since it was clearly occupied, I told them I was going to call the whole thing off and join them for their Halloween/Christmas celebration. Everyone rejoiced at the news, and I headed out to take care of the demolitions company, getting several hugs, handshakes and high-fives along the way. I was really excited but at the same time slightly worried the monster outside would go rogue and attack anyway, but I figured I could enlist the help of this vampire rat family to stopping it. Either way I ended up waking up.

Overall, one of the most wholesome and colorful dreams I've had in a while! A lot of my dreams lately have been rather unpleassnt, with gorey and disturbing imagery or just a really melancholic or dreary tone, especially the ones I have when I fall asleep immediately after waking up. This is a nice little change of pace. I especially liked the giant house it took place in- honestly, ever since I was a little kid I wanted to live in a huge house or manor with lots of different hallways and hidden passages and stuff. The rats especially were fascinating, looking as if they were my own drawings but animated.

[wretchedkingofyore]

MY ARMOR WAS FORGED FROM DISTILLED AGONY AND THE BLOOD OF A THOUSAND WORLDS. DESIGNED BY THE FIRST MORTAL WHO BUILT THE FIRST WEAPON. DAMNNED TO ETERNAL SERVITUDE IN HELL FOR HIS TRANSGRESSION.

IT IS LARGELY ORNIMENTAL. FEW MORTALS CAN HARM ME AS IT IS. THIS JUST MAKES IT HARDER STILL.

[books-bread-and-brigandage]

"Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, Your orniments are historee."