#pi is short for pig

[intriga-hounds]

mother daughter bonding

[beloveds-embrace]

(Poly 141 x neighbour!reader: the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach! (Or in your case, the way to four men’s heart is through their stomach))

It started with cookies.

You’d been in the middle of baking a double batch- oatmeal chocolate chip, your personal favorite- and realized halfway through scooping them onto the tray that you’d made far too many for one person. It wasn’t unusual. Baking was how you coped with stress, and ever since you’d moved into this apartment building, stress had been in no short supply.

The guy in 4A had blared music all night. Your hot water barely lasted five minutes. And your smoke detector had developed a habit of chirping at odd hours.

But there was one bright spot- your neighbors in 4C.

You’d seen them coming and going. Tall, broad, and always carrying duffel bags that looked far too heavy to be legal. They kept odd hours, too, but never caused trouble. One of them- Johnny, you’d learned later- had even held the door open for you when your arms were full of groceries.

Which was why you’d stood outside their door that evening, balancing a plate of cookies and feeling like an idiot as you knocked.

Not-Johnny had answered first, blinking down at you in surprise, though his smile was warm and he was beautiful. You couldn’t blame him; you had barely spoken to them more than a few short words.

“Uh… hi?”

“Hi.” You forced a smile. “I’m your neighbor from 4B. I, uh… made too many cookies?”

His eyes dropped to the plate immediately, and you swore you saw something primal flicker behind them. Still, you worried.

“I mean, if you don’t want-”

“No! No, we want. Come in- Johnny! Get over here!”

And that was how it started.

The second time had been lasagna.

You’d just finished assembling it when you realized- again- that you’d made too much. So, after psyching yourself up for ten minutes, you’d knocked on their door for the second time in as many weeks.

Price, who had introduced himself along wuth Simon the day you dropped off the cookies, had answered that time, his expression guarded until he saw the foil-covered pan in your hands.

“You’re joking,” he’d said, but when you started to retreat, he’d stopped you with a firm, but gentle hand on your back. He had such a nice, big hand. “Don’t be ridiculous, lovie. Get in here.”

That night, you’d sat at their table, sharing stories and laughter while they cleaned the dish down to the last crumb.

After that, it became routine.

You started “testing recipes,” and they became your eager guinea pigs.

And they never seemed to mind.

And now…

The smell hit first- roasted garlic, browned butter, and something rich simmering low and slow. It snuck out from the slightly cracked kitchen window and spilled into the shared hallway of the apartment building. For men used to MREs and takeout, it was practically siren song.

Gaz was the first to notice, lingering just outside the door labeled 4B- your door- with an almost predatory focus. He wasn’t proud of it, but his stomach growled so loud that Soap- rounding the corner with a gym bag slung over his shoulder- laughed outright.

“You stalking the neighbor again?”

“Shut up. You smell that?”

Soap inhaled deeply. His eyes fluttered shut for a beat before snapping open.

“Jesus wept- what is that?!”

“I don’t know, but I’m this close to knocking.” Kyle held up his fingers, barely an inch apart.

“She already fed us last week, mate. Dinna push it.”

“But what if she’s testing another recipe?”

Gaz wasn’t wrong. You had a habit of showing up at their door with dishes too good to refuse.

They hadn’t stood a chance.

After the cookies and the lasagna, it wasn’t long before other dishes followed: casseroles, soups, pies, and even homemade bread. And the worst part? You bow always prefaced it by saying you needed an opinion- like they were doing you the favor.

It wasn’t until Price called you a “bloody saint” over a pan of enchiladas that Ghost finally put it together.

“You’re using us as taste testers,” he’d said flatly.

You’d grinned- too cute and too smug for your own good. “Is that a problem?”

Not a single one of them had said no, just as stated before.

Which led them here, hovering outside your door and pretending they weren’t waiting for another offering.

“… Fine.” Soap muttered, raising his hand to knock.

But the door swung open before he could, and there you were- apron on, hair pulled back, and flour dusted across your cheek.

“Hi!” You chirped, eyes bright. “Perfect timing!”

Gaz’s grin was pure relief. “Tell me you need opinions. Please, love.”

You laughed, stepping aside to let them in. “I always need opinions. Come in!”

Inside, the kitchen was chaos. Cutting boards and mixing bowls were scattered across the counters. A Dutch oven bubbled on the stove, releasing clouds of savory steam. Plates of food- half-assembled sandwiches, stuffed peppers, and what looked like chocolate tarts- sat waiting.

“I… might’ve gone overboard.” You admitted, and if you hadn’t spent all day in the kitchen, your cheeks would’ve gone warmer.

Soap whistled low, eyes raking over every dish. “Not complainin’.”

Price arrived just then, texted by Kyle, trailed closely by Simon, who took one look at the spread and froze. His eyes swept from the roasted chicken resting under a blanket of fresh herbs to the still-warm biscuits stacked beside a bowl of honey butter.

“What’s the occasion?” John asked, smile amused, but you just waved him off.

“Practicing.”

Gaz was already halfway to the table, trying to decide what to start with, but Simon lingered, watching you carefully. He had his balaclava on, though you haven’t yet dared to ask why he wears it.

“Practicing for what, exactly?”

You hesitated, fiddling with the edge of your apron. “There’s this… thing next week. A community bake-off. And I thought it might be fun to enter.”

Soap arched a brow. “You’re entering this in a bake-off?”

“Well, not all of it. I’m still deciding which dishes to use.”

“You’re winning.” Kyle said immediately, filling his plate.

“Definitely.” Johnny added, already reaching for a sandwich.

Simon, still lingering, crossed his arms and stared down at you. His height will never, ever not make your breath hitch. “You’re testing all of this on us?”

You looked up at him through your lashes, pouting just a little. “You don’t mind, do you, Simon?”

His gaze darkened- not in anger, but something softer, heavier. It made your stomach flip.

“No,” he said simply. “We don’t mind.”

You swallowed and turned quickly to the oven to hide the heat rushing to your cheeks.

The next hour passed in a blur of taste testing, arguments over which dish was best, and repeated assurances that you were going to “blow the competition out of the water.” But beneath the laughter and teasing, you failed to catch the way they looked at you- how Price lingered by the stove just to steal extra bites, or how Johnny kept offering to help, hovering close enough that you brushed elbows more than once.

And Simon? He was the worst of all. He didn’t say much, but his eyes tracked your every move, following the way your hands worked the dough or wiped flour off the counter. He was the last to leave, hanging back as the others helped clear plates.

“You’re serious about this bake-off?” he asked quietly.

You nodded. “Thought it might be fun.”

“You don’t need it.”

“… What?”

He gestured at the now-empty plates. “To prove anything, I mean. You’re already…” He trailed off for a few seconds, and though you were left blinking at him, you didn’t rush him. “Good enough.” he murmured at last.

The compliment hit harder than you expected, and for once, you didn’t have a clever response.

“Thank you, Simon. That… means a lot to me.” you said softly.

And just like that, the others reappeared, breaking the moment. Johnny patted Simon’s shoulder with a knowing smirk, and Kyle slung an arm around your shoulders, while Price merely watched. Your kitchen was now spotless, cleaned by them.

“When’s the next test run?” Gaz asked.

“I don’t know yet.”

“Well, let us know. We’re free anytime.”

“Yeah,” Soap added. “Anytime.”

You laughed but this time, you didn’t miss the way Price was looking at you- thoughtful, like he’d already made up his mind about something.

The door clicked shut behind them after that, leaving your apartment quieter but no less warm. The scent of roasted garlic and herbs still lingered, and you found yourself smiling as you surveyed the spotless kitchen. They’d made quick work of the mess, trading jokes and lighthearted jabs as they wiped down counters and stacked dishes in quite the uniform style.

You didn’t know what you’d done to deserve neighbors like them, but you weren’t about to question it.

You caught yourself humming as you tucked away the last plate, the sound of their laughter still echoing faintly in your ears. It was easy with them- comfortable in a way that felt rare and almost too good to be true.

And maybe it was.

Because what you didn’t know- what you would probably never know, such a sweet and trusting thing- was that your apartment had been wired within days of your first visit to their door.

To them, it had started with a conversation.

“She’s alone,” Price had said after the second time you’d brought them food, leaning back in his chair with a contemplative frown. “No sign of anyone else coming or going.”

“Security’s shite.” Gaz had added, gesturing vaguely toward the shared hallway where your lock barely functioned half the time.

Soap had shrugged, easygoing as ever, but his eyes had been sharp. “Better us keep an eye on her than let some arsehole get the chance.”

And that was that.

Price had ordered the equipment, Ghost had handled the installation, and none of them had lost sleep over it. Not when it meant keeping you safe.

It wasn’t just the cameras, either.

Simon had reinforced your locks under the guise of “fixing” them after you mentioned a struggle with your key. Johnny had talked you into letting him check your windows “just to be sure they latched properly.” Gaz had set up an app on your phone to “monitor deliveries,” though it also let them track your location if needed.

And Price? He always lingered at the door just long enough to ask if you needed anything else- subtle, but enough to make sure you knew they were there.

You never questioned it. Never noticed the way they moved like a unit around you, anticipating problems before they could arise. Never caught the glances they exchanged when you mentioned a repairman or the way Simon hovered near the window any time a car idled too long outside.

You just kept feeding them, trusting them in ways that only made their resolve deepen.

Price was the worst.

He’d leaned against the counter tonight, watching you laugh at Johnny’s jokes and swat at Kyle when he tried to sneak extra bites, and the thought had hit him harder than he expected, while Simon watched on in amusement and was the only to successfully swipe a few more bites.

They could’ve had this already.

If life had gone differently- if timing had been better- you could’ve been his. Theirs. Someone to come home to instead of just someone they visited between deployments.

He hadn’t said anything, of course. None of them had.

But as they left, he’d lingered in the doorway, letting his hand rest lightly against the frame.

“Don’t let ‘em eat it all before the bake-off,” he’d teased, lips curling into a smile. “They’ll start begging if you do.”

You’d laughed, and God, it was dangerous how much he liked the sound.

“I’ll make sure to keep them in line.”

His smile softened. “Good girl.”

You didn’t notice the way Simon shot him a sharp look at that- or the way Johnny and Kyle exchanged knowing grins.

And later, when Price sat down in front of the monitors to check the feeds, he didn’t let himself feel guilty.

Because you were safe.

And as far as they were concerned, that was all that mattered.

[keptfatkepthumble]

You’re My Chubby Boyfriend

Text by @toptierteaser

You’ve gotten so oblivious since we started dating. You’ve been happy. That’s obvious. You can see it on your face, how content you are, how comfortable you’ve gotten. How docile. I’ve been treating you well. And you’ve let me. You’ve allowed me to spoil you, to pamper you. And all that relationship satisfaction has certainly taken a toll. On your mood, on your mental health. Everything has improved.

Everything, that is, but your weight.

You’ve ballooned, fat boy. You’ve thickened quite a bit during our time together. You’ve been letting me feed you, as you sit on that widening, pampered ass of yours. Letting me stuff you silly at dinner. Letting me bring you endless snacks, coaxing goodies and treats down your greedy throat, convincing those plump, submissive lips of yours to part for my desserts. You���ve been letting me fill you; not just filling your heart or your mind or your time. But I’ve been filling up your body as well.

You’ve changed, fatty.

You’ve let all the weight accumulate all over yourself, transforming from that handsome, fit jock I smiled at as I watched him pack away dinner, my own leftovers, and dessert as well. As I sat back, like a fox watching a plump porker fatten himself, knowing your potential, knowing what I could do to you if I put my mind to it.

And it’s unmistakable now. You’re not a fit, single jock anymore. You’re my dumb, handsome chubber of a boyfriend. A plump boytoy whose mind is filled with the thought of donuts and cupcakes and cookies and pies. All being brought to him on a plate by his loving, doting significant other. By me

You’re so obese and awkward now.

That relationship weight has accumulated all over. Your stomach, which was once muscular, is now covered in layers of lard, its dough spilling out onto your lap. Your legs covered in fat, fighting to take up space in your chair as you squeeze your enormous ass back so you can play your video games.

As you stuff your face, stupidly, watching your mind-numbing shows and scrolling on your phone. Your double chin highlighting the cuteness of your face, outlining the plumpness where your handsome jawline used to be.

But I do my best to minimize the discomfort, to make sure you don’t have to struggle into those terrible shorts with the button anymore. No, those all burst a while ago. Now, I’ve spoiled you and bought you several pairs of stretchy athletic shorts that leave little room for growth. Packing away your work shirts and button ups and replacing them with stretchy, breathable t-shirts. Shirts that crease under your juicy moobs, that rest above your belly button, exposing your chub. You don’t even notice as I hold a plate of brownies in front of you.

I love showing you off to the world, taking pictures and posting them on social media. “Look how cute my man is, everyone!” I write. While in my mind I think about how much of a pig you are. How you jiggle now, when you step. How your ass cheeks have to shift because your butt has ballooned so big.

There’s just no hope for you anymore, now, fat boy. So open wide.

[mypoisonedvine]

lil drablle request for pig. you two are so close and you do everything together. so it only makes sense that the two of you decide to watch your first porno together. neither of you can help getting all hot during it though, so you might as well help each other out, right?

this makes so much sense oh my goddd

warnings: dark smut 18+ only!!, heavy dubcon/noncon, virginity loss and oral f receiving, a bit of reader being insecure, pig being pig lmao

You decided it was better not to ask him how he got the video, or why he'd picked this one. You were too curious about what was on it to worry about all that, anyway.

Your eyes had been glued to the screen since it started, your thighs clenching together under the blanket you shared with Pig as you both sat on the couch. Even when they were just kissing, you felt your heart racing-- you'd never been kissed at all, and you didn't even know it could be like that.

"S'it just me, or are they takin' forever?" Pig noticed, making you giggle as the couple onscreen slowly undressed with each other. "Get on wit' it, ya prudes!" he shouted at the video, making you laugh harder-- that was why he was doing it, of course, to make you laugh.

But the laughter stopped, from both of you, when the woman finally shed the last of her lingerie and was naked for the camera. "She’s really pretty,” you mumbled, feeling a little insecure seeing her voluptuous curves, massive breasts compared to her slender waist and wide, feminine hips.

“I think you’re prettier, Runt,” he told you sweetly. “She’s all fake an’ shite— you’re real, y’know.”

“Oh, don’t be so sweet, Pig,” you whined, elbowing him in the side.

There had been a lot less attention on the man when he stripped, so you gasped in surprise when you saw his erection bobbing up-- long and thick, with just a little bit of trimmed hair at the base. The woman knelt down, gripping it tightly and looking up at the man with a smile.

“Ew,” you giggled with a grimace as she ran her tongue all over the man’s hard cock. “Who’d wanna put that in their mouth?”

“Maybe it tastes good,” Pig shrugged.

“Does it?”

“Fuck, I don’t know!” Pig yelped. “M’not suckin’ cocks, am I?”

"Hope not," you mumbled, suddenly feeling a shiver up your spine as you felt his gaze on you. "I-I never did that either," you added suddenly.

"I know, Runt," he sighed, "f'course not. Wouldn't let you do that."

You didn't think the reason you'd never done it was because Pig had somehow forbidden it-- but before you could explain that, you felt him scoot a little closer to you.

“I-I can see the tits gettin’ hard, Runt,” he breathed, and you glanced down at your chest only to quickly cover the nipples poking through your t-shirt with the blanket. “N-no, don’t cover, sweet thing— does it turn you on, the video?”

“No, but—“

“Makin’ the little hole wet,” he assumed with a purr, “isn’t it? It’s okay, Runt— look.”

You gasped when he pushed the blanket down, letting you see the hard outline of his erection in his shorts. "Pig--" you whispered under your breath, looking at his eyes again and finding them dark with lust.

“It’s not the video,” he breathed, “it’s thinkin’ about touchin’ you like that, Runt— seein’ you like that… bein’ inside you…”

“Pig,” you gasped, shuddering as he leaned in closer.

“Let’s play like it’s us, Runt,” he suggested. “Let’s make our own little nasty, hm? Even better than the video.”

"Pig, I dunno," you mumbled hesitantly, whining when he pushed you down onto the sofa and climbed on top of you with a wide grin.

"What are they doing now?" he asked, and you turned your head to look at the TV.

"He's... he's got his mouth on her... on her--"

"Y'can say it, Runt," he encouraged.

"Her cunt."

You said that word all the time, but you didn't say it so literally very often. He purred and leaned down, starting to tug your panties and shorts up your lifted legs. "She likes it," Pig noticed as the recorded moaning filled the room. "Can't wait to see how little Runt likes Pig's tongue in her hole."

Diving down, Pig buried his face between your legs as your back arched. He was ravenous about it, holding your shaking thighs as his tongue and lips explored all over your soaking pussy; he hummed and moaned and grunted into it, shutting his eyes tight sometimes and looking up at you expectantly other times. "P-Pig," you whimpered, trying to protest but unintentionally encouraging him instead.

He pulled back and grinned up at you with the widest, filthiest smile. "Sweet thing," he praised with a coo, "love the taste of you, Runt-- could have a taste every day, I think."

"Pig, we can't--" you tried to warn him, but he was sitting up and pushing his shorts down to release the throbbing boner you'd only gotten a glimpse of before; and your breath caught as you saw it, bouncing up against his stomach as he beamed proudly.

"S'big, like the one in the movie," he announced-- and you couldn't deny it, if anything it was even longer, and just as smooth and pale as the rest of him. "What's goin' on now, Runt? Tell me what's on the telly."

You turned your head again, struggling to control your breathing as you felt his tip run over your slick lips. "He's... putting a condom on now," you mumbled.

"Oh," Pig smirked, "well, we don't have to play just like the video..."

He gasped sharply as he slid inside you, tilting his head back as he pushed in until you were full to the brim. You whimpered and shut your eyes, scrunching up your nose as the stretch made you sting inside. "H-hurts," you told him quietly, but he seemed to ignore you as he began to move, moaning and panting loudly with each thrust.

He held tightly onto your legs, speeding up even when it made you whine and try to push his hips back. He was relentless, though, setting a pace that was fittingly rushed and needy like he tended to be. "Tight thing," he grunted, "s'tight on me. Squeezin' me like you never want me out, Runt."

"Slow down, please, Pig-- just a little," you begged, holding on tightly to the cushions under you.

"Just a little longer, Runt," he pleaded in return, eyes falling shut as he fucked you harder. "Just a little more, Runt, please-- so close--"

You whined and shut your eyes, hoping he'd be done with you soon-- and he was, his moans getting louder and louder between his nasty little compliments about how hot and tight and sticky you were inside.

After about a minute of it, he pulled out with barely a second to spare, gasping and whining as he slowly stroked himself and sprayed his load all over your cunt. He watched his come paint it in stripes with a wide open mouth, and you bit your lip as you felt the hot liquid land on you. "Runt," he breathed his praise, squeezing his cock to eke one last drop of come out. "You're perfect, Runt-- the most perfect thing there ever was."

Slowly sliding his throbbing head over your pussy again, smearing his own spend around, he made you gasp loudly-- from physical soreness and terrified shock-- as he suddenly pushed inside again. "Pig, no!" you yelped, trying to kick him off so he wouldn't get any come inside you-- but it was far too late, of course, he was moaning loudly as he slowly filled you again, his fingers digging into your thighs from the intensity of the feeling.

"S-sorry, Runt," he panted, "too good inside to stop-- need to be inside you all the time now, I think. Feels right inside you, Runt."

[toptierteaser]

You're my Chubby Boyfriend

You’ve gotten so oblivious since we started dating.

                You’ve been happy. That’s obvious. You can see it on your face, how content you are, how comfortable you’ve gotten. How docile. I’ve been treating you well. And you’ve let me. You’ve allowed me to spoil you, to pamper you. And all that relationship satisfaction has certainly taken a toll. On your mood, on your mental health. Everything has improved.

                Everything, that is, but your weight.

                You’ve sort of ballooned, fat boy. You’ve thickened quite a bit during our time together. You’ve been letting me feed you, as you sit on that widening, pampered ass of yours. Letting me stuff you silly at dinner. Letting me bring you endless snacks, coaxing goodies and treats down your greedy throat, convincing those plump, submissive lips of yours to part for my desserts. You’ve been letting me fill you; not just filling your heart or your mind or your time. But I’ve been filling up your body as well.

                You’ve changed somewhat, fatty. You’ve let all the weight accumulate all over yourself, transforming from that handsome, fit jock I smiled at as I watched him pack away dinner, my own leftovers, and dessert as well. As I sat back, like a fox watching a plump porker fatten himself, knowing your potential, knowing what I could do to you if I put my mind to it.

                And it’s unmistakable now. You’re not a fit, single jock anymore. You’re my dumb, handsome chubber of a boyfriend. A plump boytoy whose mind is filled with the thought of donuts and cupcakes and cookies and pies. All being brought to him on a plate by his loving, doting significant other. By me.

That relationship weight has accumulated all over. Your stomach, which was once muscular, is now covered in layers of lard, its dough spilling out onto your lap. Your legs covered in fat, fighting to take up space in your chair as you squeeze your enormous ass back so you can play your video games. You’ve gotten uncomfortable, in this new, chubby body of yours. But I do my best to minimize the discomfort, to make sure you don’t have to struggle into those terrible shorts with the button anymore. No, those all burst a while ago. Now, I’ve spoiled you and bought you several pairs of stretchy athletic shorts that leave little room for growth. Packing away your work shirts and button ups and replacing them with stretchy, breathable t-shirts. Shirts that crease under your juicy moobs, that rest above your belly button, exposing your chub. You don’t even notice as I hold a plate of brownies in front of you. As you stuff your face, stupidly, watching your mind-numbing shows and scrolling on your phone. Your double chin highlighting the cuteness of your face, outlining the plumpness where your handsome jawline used to be.

I love showing you off to the world, taking pictures and posting them on social media. “Look how cute my man is, everyone!” I write. While in my mind I think about how much of a pig you are. How you jiggle now, when you step. How your ass cheeks have to shift because your butt has ballooned so big. How your undies ride up between them and you have to tug when you don’t think I’m looking. How we go for walks and you’re always at least a couple steps behind, struggling to keep up with my long, fit legs. I give you lots of belly pats though, bountiful attention, and of course, endless offerings of food! And you  love it…of course you do! Because you’re a fat boy at heart and now, thanks to all my cooking and spoiling and pampering, you’re a fat boy all over. Now, all that chub is mine! That belly is mine to rub! That ass is mine to grab! Those love handles are mine to squeeze! Maybe you’ll go mad from all my poking and prodding, from my teasing. Maybe you’ll lose your mind from all my delicious cooking, the toll it’s taking. But you certainly wont do anything about it. It’s simply too addicting; my cooking, the way it makes you grow…the way I make you feel…

There’s just no hope for you anymore, now, fat boy. So open wide.

[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

⭐️senior year sucks⭐️

Henry Bowers x FEM!reader

Chapter 1 here

Chapter summery: right as you were making progress Henry's crazy ass friends have to ruin it.

Word count: 3,161

Estimated reading time: 14 mins

A/N: thank you for being patient with me

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Chapter 7

That stupid fucking bandaid

WA! WA! WA! WA!

You smacked your alarm clock off the bedside table with a groan. You didn’t want to get up. Your bed was so warm and cozy. Who the fuck even told the sun it was allowed to come up? They should fall into a hole to rot while maggots feast on their ears.. You groan and throw the covers off you. It was Friday. The school decided not to have the first week of school be an actual full week so students could get back to being used to school. You wake up killer and take him downstairs to feed him before you get ready. To your shock, Kevin was awake and at the kitchen counter drinking his coffee. He was never a morning person so seeing him awake this early was a treat. You nod him a ‘hello’ before getting the bag of killers food. As you are bending down to pour the food in the bowl, Kevin starts to talk.

“I heard you with someone last night.” He states.

You stiffen.

“Hmm?” Is the best reply you can give.

“After you were in the kitchen last night I heard 2 sets of footsteps go up the stairs, and I know it wasn’t the dog.” He blows on his coffee before taking another sip. He’s not angry. Just curious. “Who was it?” He asks.

You finish with the bag of food and put it up. “I don’t wanna tell you” you say softly. You know Kevin doesn't care for the Bowers after telling you to not only stay away from that pig cop but also Henry and his friends. Kevin’s eyes soften and he sets down his cup.

“You don’t have to tell me, as long as you promise that you were safe.”

“I can pinky promise” you giggle.

“Good,” he gives you a short hug. “Now go get ready. I’m taking you to school today.”

You beam. “Really!?” You ask excitedly.

“Yeah I got some errands to do for the shop, I’ll drop you off then pick you up and we can buy you some shit for school.”

You run up the stairs to get ready and he laughs. You brush your teeth and hair, put on your minimal makeup then get dressed. Because you wouldn’t be riding your bike today and it was still a little chilly, you put on a blue and green, flower designed, long bell sleeve top that ties in the front. For bottoms you paired the top with a long ankle length white skirt. You left your hair down and added some jewelry to feel sparkly. You threw on your shoes, got your bag and ran downstairs practically leaping off the last few to get to the bottom floor faster. Kevin who was waiting by the door guffawed at your theatrics and opens the front door for you. Today killer would be staying home because of the errands Kevin had to do. If you could take killer to school with you, you would.

You arrive to the school a few minutes later than you usually do which means everyone was also getting there. You saw where the losers were and pointed to them.

“Those are my friends. Right over there.”

He looks at them as he pulls up to the front.

“Why not invite them to the shop after school Monday? I’ll buy some food and y’all can hang out?” He proposed.

You feel giddy again. “I’d love that.” You give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before hopping out of the truck. You pull up your skirt a little a jog to the losers. Kevin speeds away in his truck, passing the entering trans am full of teenage boys as he exits the school parking lot. Belch notices him.

“What the fuck is that weird dude from the record shop doing in the school lot?” Belch wonders.

Patrick laughs“Ohh~ didn’t you hear. Him and his little assistant are” he thrusts his hips. “Involved.” They all laugh. Well. All but Henry. They don’t know about you like he does.

“Shut the fuck up” Henry growls.

The gang didn’t know what the fuck was up today. They knew his old man was probably pissed about the knife. And after Butch “got on him” about shit like that Henry was always in a bad mood, but this morning was different. He was irritated at everything, everyone said.

The gang pulls into the lot and get out. As they exit they take a Quick Look around. Patrick is the one to notice you talking to the losers by the front.

“Ohoho boys, why did no one tell us the new hottie was friends with the freaks?”

Henry immediately looks up to where Patrick is facing. And sure enough, there you are plain as day. You're laughing at something one of those freaks said and have your hand on your stomach. He didn’t tell the guys he saw you in the woods. He just said he went after Beverly and she got away. Now there was no hiding you from them, from him. He wasn’t going to change his behavior to the group because of you. If you were in it, you were gonna get the same treatment, no exceptions. That was, at least around others. Henry was in control of people by fear. If he was suddenly nice to the losers, no one would fear his as much as they should. Henry was dangerous, and it’s better if everyone knew that right out of the gate so they didn’t get themselves killed. You knew it, you just, for some reason…. Pushed it aside. That’s what confuses him.

You and the losers walked inside as the bell rung and went your separate ways. You saunter into Chem class and take your seat. Leaving the window seat for Henry. He went through the ringer last night. The least you can do is give him his seat. Henry walks in with that signature sour look on his face. He glances at you before sitting down in his seat. The teacher turns off the lights and begins to project a video onto the projector screen.

A few moments into the video you look at Henry. His eyes are out the window, you take something out of your bag and slide it over to him. He looks down at the table to see a brand new bruise cream and 2 more of that stupid fucking band aid. He looks at you but your eyes are on the screen. He takes the bandages and cream and stuff them in his pocket.

You still have a black eye. He feels a little bad about it. Even with a big ass bruise on your eye you look so pretty. He can’t believe you are so kind to him. He wonders what the fuck your motive is?

Class dismissed and you wave Henry a small goodbye and leave. Classes from then on were just plain old boring.

The lunch bell rings and you get your of class. As you exit you run into Mike. You had no idea his class was right beside yours. You go to him and lock arms, as you walk with him the 2 of you discuss this new video game he’s playing. It sounds like a genuinely fun game. At one point Mike says something funny and you can’t help but laugh. You were always like like with friends. You held their hands, you hugged them, maybe depending on the person you kissed them on the cheek. Why be friends with someone if you couldn’t be close? So far the losers didn’t seem to mind.

As you laugh at what Mike said you pass the Bowers gang. To be honest you really didn’t even see them. Henry and Belch were leaned up agains lockers as you passed while Patrick and Vic stood in front of them.

Patrick whistles at you and you turn, Mike keeps walking. He knows better.

“Hey pretty girl. Why not take a ride with me tonight? I’ll give you the time of your night.” He holds up a v with his fingers to his mouth and begins moving his tongue between it.

You cringe at him and give a fake ass smile.

“No thanks man. I appreciate the offer but I like my men mentally stable and preferably bathed” you blow him a kiss and jog to catch up with Mike, who looks like he’s trying to become invisible.

Patrick frowned at your retreating body while the boys laughed at him. Henry sure as fuck didn’t like what Patrick said. But it looks as though you can handle yourself in a verbal back and fourth with the psycho.

Patrick turns to the group and hits Belch upside the head for laughing.

“Did you fuckers see that? She was walking around with that fucking crack baby?!” Patrick pouts. He’s trying to egg Henry on. He knows for a fact that Henry hates Mike more than any of those other freaks. “She was walking with her arm in his! The bitch was all fuckibg over him” Patrick continues.

It worked.

Henry growled and hit his hand on the locked before pushing off it to walk outside. The gang follows him, So ready to have some fun.

They march through the front doors and look around. They see all of you riding your bikes toward the bridge. He focused on you. You were on the back of mikes bike. With your arms around his waist. Where the fuck was your bike? He stomps toward the parking lot and the boys sprint to follow. The gang piled into the trans am and Henry lit up a cigarette as belch pulled out of the spot and tried to exit the lot.

You were currently having the time of your life. All of you were laughing and swerving the streets like birds. Mike let you hitch a ride with him because he actually had back pegs and a longer seat. The group of you were giggling your heads off at nothing in particular when you hear a loud sound. The sound of an engine. The sound of an engine coming right at you.

You look behind you and yell in fear.

“BOWERS!!!”

All the other losers look behind them and try their hardest to speed out of the way before the trans am could hit them. Lucky for them. They were aiming for you. Not just you. Mostly Mike , you were just a 20 point bonus.

They swerve to try and hit you causing Mike to also swerve in fear and drop the bike. Both you and Mike fall and look up at the boys in the car. Henry stood out of the windoe and flicked his cigarette at the pair of you.

“STAY OUT OF MY FUCKING TOWN!!” He screamed before getting back in the care and speeding off. As they sped you could hear them laugh as they kicked up dust. You and Mike cough and hack while he stands to offer you a hand. You gladly take it and rise. The others run over to you.

“Are you guys okay?” Ben asks worriedly.

“Of fucking course they aren’t. Henry just tried to kill them. Then he dusted them with this poison mixed with homeless men’s possessions” Eddie replied before you could while he took a puff of his inhaler.

He was in fact always this on edge.

You dust yourself off and get ahold of your coughing.

“I’m fine” Mike says. “Are you?”

“Yeah…yeah I think so.” You tried to dust off your skirt but for now it was a lost cause. You’d have to wash it to get all the grime off. What a shame. You felt really pretty in this skirt too.

What was that about? You knew you and Henry wouldn’t be besties but you thought he would at least not try to kill you? He was so confusing. There must be something wrong with that boy. He didn’t seem to mind you in class and now he was yelling at you to “get out of his town”? What the fuck does that even mean? You didn’t know that what he yelled wasn’t for you. It was for Mike, it just so happened that you were hit with the cigarette making it seem directed at you. You weren’t burned though. Thank god.

You really didn’t know how much more of this you could take. This boys mood swings were too much.

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You wide mouth yawn and rub the tiredness out of your eyes. You swear, schools purposefully make the last class of the day the most boring. They want you to sleep and fail. Those heartless school administrative heathens!

You stand up to leave class as school is dismissed and see Richie, Eddie and Bill walking out of the parallel classroom. You run up to catch them. You walk next to Eddie and join the conversation. They nod you hello and continue speaking.

Eddie continues talking. “So there's like this church full of Jews right? And Stan has to take this super jewie test.”

Ah. They were talking about Stan’s late bar mitzvah. Stan’s dad was the Jewish priest or something. Crazy how he didn’t get it at 13. I guess his family pushed it aside until now. On his 16th birthday.

“But how’s it work?” Bill asks confused

Eddie raises his hands and answers “they slice the tip of his dick off.”

You snort. You wonder how Stanley will handle his Brit Milah at such a grown age. That’s gonna suck for him.

Richie comments, “but then Stan’ll have nothing left!” He looks at you, as if for you to agree.

“Wow what a real knee slapper, Rich. Really. So funny I forgot to laugh” you reply.

“So which is it doofus? A knee slapper or so funny you forgot to laugh? Can’t be both moron.” He shoots back at you in that signature Richie way.

“Hey guys wait up!” Stan yells before running up behind Bill and Eddie.

Curiosity takes over Bill and he finally asks Stan, “So Stan…w-w-what happens at bar mitzvah anyways? Eddie says they slice the tip of your d-d-d-dick off.”

You all turn a corner down a hallway towards the entrance.

“Yeah and I think the rabbi’s gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and say “where’s the beef?!’” Richie remarks and all of you laugh. Stanley explains to y’all that he reads from the Torah, does a big speech, and ba-bam he’s officially a man.

“I could think of way funner things to do to become a man.” Richie says.

“Yeah. Like Eddie's mom.” You snort.

“Heyo!!” Richie shouts before reaching above everyone to high five you.

You all pass the Bowers gang in the exact spot they were for lunch and the boys all keep their heads down. You. On the other hand, were so disgustingly stubborn and refuse to bow your head. You walked with your fucking head up. If they didn’t like it they could suck your metaphorical dick.

After you pass them Richie turns to y’all. “Think they’ll give me todays notes?” He jokes. You think if he even approached them they’d whoop his ass.

You all turn again and go down the stairs. You walk with the boys to meet with the others and pick up their bikes. After retrieving their bikes you all walk to the front.

“How are you getting home with no bike today?” Ben asks sweetly.

“ Kevin is pickin me up today.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask…” Stanly meekly pauses. “Is he like.. your dad or something?”

“No. He’s just Kevin.” You laugh.

They all look at you funny. Clearly wanting more details. You huff.

“We were friends growing up, I had some issues back home and he allowed me to come and stay with him. End of story. There’s not much to it.”

“You're so lucky you get to live with a friend though. It must be a lot of fun.” Beverly smiles sadly.

‘Wonder what’s up with that?’ You think as you look at her sad face.

Unexpectedly Ben’s phone rings. Blasting a 1 direction song. Beverly told you he was a boy band fanatic. Now you really see what she means. You and Beverly look at each other while the song blasts. You take her hand and the 2 of you begin dancing like children and giggling your heads off. You 2 laugh while singing the lyrics and hopping around while the boys laugh and watch.

“Baby you light up my world like nobody else.

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,

You both jump and flip your hair to the song.. well… kinda flip it. More like frantically headbanging while laughing.

And when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell,

You don’t know-oh-oh! You don’t know your beautiful”

Ben’s face is a bright red from embarrassment but Beverly winks at him as the 2 of you goof around and now he’s pink for a completely different reason.

While the pair of you danced, neither of you knew of the group of boys watching you from the steps of the school.

Patrick whistles. “Would you look at that?” He gestured to you and Beverly. “Now there's a pair I wouldn’t Mind getting between. A hot girl sandwich sounds like my kinda night” he chuckled.

Henry’s resting bitch face was ever present as he watched you dance. He hated Patrick’s comments about you, but that didn’t mean he disagreed. He was a teenage boy. Nothing he could do about it. Nevertheless, whether he agreed or not, the comments themselves soured the fuck out of his mood. You were the “hot new ass” in town. And Henry was no better than any other man with a wandering eye.

You didn’t find yourself particularly gorgeous. You were pretty of course, but if you had to think of someone gorgeous, you’d pick Beverly. That’s why she was bullied by other girls. She was beautiful. Every boy wanted her. And you could see why. You truly believed that standing next to Beverly dimmed your light. Standing next to her on the street, boys would always look to her before you. At least that’s what you believed. You were by no means ugly. Quite the opposite actually. You just had a bad problem with comparing yourself to her. You loved but also envied her. You feel that if you weren’t the new girl no one would be anywhere near as interested in you as they were.

Now if you told all that to Henry, He’d think that’s just plain not true. He would never tell you how beautiful he thought you were and how much he loved your eyes, mouth, and skin, and smell. He was confused with what he thought of you. You pissed him off and he didn’t want to be friends or anything other than a dude you sit next to in class, but he also felt relaxed around you and could not deny that you were an attractive girl. But just because you find someone attractive doesn't mean you have to like them in any way.

Right?

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Chapter 8 here

@amber-sekio update!♥️

[fairytale-poll]

ROUND 2! MATCH 1 OUT OF 8

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Bugs:

So the story is that the Three Little Pigs sell Bugs their straw and wood houses, the Big Bad Wolf blows them down, and Bugs decides to get revenge - by dressing himself up as Little Red Riding Hood, getting the Wolf to play his part in that story, and then messing with him as only Bugs can. Here's the video if you've never seen it: https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6vk41x

Bugs Bunny is an icon and he was so good for his role in this short. When he and the wolf realized they could work together against the pigs... oh my God. Come on Tumblr, you have to admit they had a little gay tension between them. Besides, at the end, when the brick house comes down and the wolf, so surprised and proud of himself exclaims "I did it!" and then it pans over to Bugs with the bomb and he slyly adds "We did it!" communist Bugs canon.

Red:

I'm pretty sure she uses her hood as a parachute at some point. (A note from tournament Mod: She does.)

sillie

she is so iconic. to me at least (watched hoodwinked appx 500000000 times during family road trips)

This delivery girl knows karate! Watch Hoodwinked

my first exposure to a real adaption of a classic story in video. Girl twists the whole story up compared to the original. Love how it's like an old fashioned PI show but still so 2005 in vibes.

A classic fairy-tale-with-a-twist-movie that if anyone hasn't seen they should. This story takes various elements not just from Red Riding Hood's story but other fairy tales to retell the story with Red as the true center and hero of the story and reframes it as a mystery. It's also one of the few good retellings that makes the wolf good while not framing him as a love interest, which allows the plot to remain focused on Red.

best movie ever

Listen. I don't necessarily think she should win this movie is fucking insane and not all of that insanity is necessarily good. HOWEVER. I have a pitch for you. Wouldn't it be so fucking funny to put Red Puckett on this poll as a wild card? Like how many people would be like "fucking HOODWINKED?". Also what other tellings of red riding hood go the crime mystery route? Like cmon

She's the protagonist of what I believe is one of the funniest and best written films of all time. She's so smart and talented

The entire Hoodwinked series is just really funny to me. I also think she's an absolute badass as she knows kung-fu and takes no shit from the wolf. Also her granny appears above her when they are both flying and somehow she sees her as a big cloud head despite it just being her granny doing a ski jump. She had to be high because she met a weed loving Billy goat literally right before that.

the creators said 'what if red riding hood did karate and was voiced by Anne Hathaway' and simply did not wait for an answer.

because she's the funniest answer

Okay as a child I watched this movie and liked it a lot, but by coincidence, I happened to watch it on Eid twice in a row (I'm Muslim). So for a few years in a row I made it a tradition to watch this movie on Eid while drinking orange juice (very important piece of the puzzle). This movie is so dumb and goofy, I really enjoy it, and also she's voiced by Princess Mia Thermopolis herself.

[solarissttee]

02 | THE KNIGHT IN RUSTED ARMOUR

summary ; it’s a relatively peaceful day at the boar hat tavern, booze, food and even talking pigs! nothing could go wrong, right? wrong!! things take an unexpected turn when the rumoured “wandering rust knight,” a supposed member of the eight deadly sins, stumbles into the bar.

wc ; 2.6k

tags ; mentions of murder, meliodas is a sassy little shit, i made him look like he’s in his early-mid twenties and gave him a couple of inches.

notes ; (n/n): nickname. merry christmas!! think of this as a present ;3

catalogue

TEN YEARS LATER. NEAR CAINS TOWN.

heavy metal footsteps echo into the early morning, disturbing the calm solace brought by the singing of the of birds. a figure clad in armour treks through an open field, the metal creaks loudly with each step they take, evidence of its poor condition due to rust. a worn out purple cloak is draped over their shoulders, swaying as they move.

they stop walking for a bit to admire the rising sun that has begun to show itself from in between the far away valleys, taking in the breathtaking sight before continuing on their journey.

MEANWHILE… THE BOAR HAT TAVERN.

“here you are, five steins! thanks for waiting!”

a young looking, blond man cheerfully places down five cups of alcohol onto one of the many round, wooden tables in the tavern ; each filled to the brim and slightly overflowing. the bar is bustling with conversations and has a light, peaceful atmosphere, the space devoid of any hostility as men of all ages drink, joke, and eat to their fill.

the door swings open, a soft chime of a bell signalling the arrival of more customers. “hey! got room for more?”

turning his head towards the newcomers, the waiter gives a smile. “how many?”

“a party of three.”

“right over here!” he waves them over, ushering them into the cramped space. turning to another customer, he mutters out a polite “sorry, could you scoot over a bit?”

once everyone is settled in and comfortable, the waiter excuses himself to refill more cups and deliver orders to the cook who was humming a light tune, waiting for the meat pies in the oven to bake.

“for such a young man, he’s a hardworking waiter,” one of the customers remark, smiling drunkenly.

“i concur. these two sure work hard. the food and booze here is great! and so is the customer service! you don’t see that much around here anymore,” another adds in, taking slow sips of his liquor.

taking full offence to being labelled as a waiter, meliodas turns his head back towards the table of men that were talking about him. he lets out a small huff of annoyance, his lips pulled into a pout. “hey, i’m not a waiter, i’m the owner!”

silence ensues. “what?”

“this is my place—“

“ahem.”

he immediately backtracks. “this is our place. the cook over there is my co-owner.” with that, he plods off, continuing on with his task.

the customer’s jaws are slack in bewilderment. they stare at him with wide eyes. “the owners? youngsters like them?”

“no way… they look like they just hit the national drinking age...”

you snort at their presumptions of you both, while meliodas is less than pleased. he shoots you an unamused look to which you respond with a cheeky smile.

meliodas lets out a short scoff, mumbling under his breath about how ‘he couldn’t believe this level of disrespect in his own establishment.’

you watch him, amused, before turning your attention back to the oven. you take out the now freshly baked meat pies and place them on the counter for meliodas to pick up when he’s done with his current alcohol runs.

you take the unbaked ones next to you and slide them into the oven, dusting the flour off your hands afterwards. tapping your foot with a soft hum, it doesn’t take long for your gaze to wander down towards the sack of flour that’s slumped against one of the cabinets. you gauge that it wouldn’t be enough to make even a single pie.

“time to get out the new bag,” you mutter, rounding the counter and step into the pantry to get another bag of flour. you rummage through the dark closet for five minutes, cursing under your breath. did meliodas not get flour like you told him to last weekend? damn it.

heaving out an annoyed sigh at the blond’s forgetfulness, you step out into the bar area once more, undoing the perfect knot on the back of your apron and slip it over your head.

“what’re you doing, n/n?” meliodas turns his attention to you, quirking a confused eyebrow when he sees you’ve taken off your apron.

“i’m going to run to the market real quick, we’re out of flour. you didn’t restock like you were supposed to,” you remark snidely, already halfway to the door. his tan cheeks flood with colour out of embarrassment. so that’s what he had forgotten to do?

“make sure to take the meat pie out of the oven in fifteen to twenty minutes. i’ll probably be back by then, but do so just in case i’m not. and under no circumstances are you permitted to do any cooking. steer clear of the kitchen until i get back. understood?”

“stay away from cooking and take the meat pie out of the oven! you got it! you can count on me, n/n!” he gives you a playful salute, drawing out amused chuckles from the customers.

“i sure hope so...”

unfortunately, it hadn’t been up to ten minutes since you left, and the promise meliodas made to you about staying out of your kitchen was quickly broken.

now, in meliodas’ defence, he really tried to abide by your instructions, he really did! but some customers had started getting fussy about wanting more food. as the owner, he was left with no choice but to comply! and, he did try to tell them that culinary arts wasn’t his strong suit, but they just wouldn’t listen to him! he couldn’t have the tavern’s name go up in smoke!! but, with the quality of his cooking, he wasn’t even sure why he bothered in the first place.

gods, you’re definitely going to make a meal out of him when you get back.

“what the hell is this crap!?”

meliodas stands in front of three angry customers, the food he’d served them discarded on the floor, pieces of the glass plate used sticking out of the chunks of food. he’s already come to terms with his fate. if these guys didn’t kill him, you’d surely get the job done. that was one of your favourite plates.

the three customers tower over him, dwarfing him easily. they all look incredibly pissed too; ready to pummel him into the ground.

“you see, i’m not the best when it comes to making food. that’s why n/n told me not to cook anything. i did tell you to wait ‘till she gets back, but you didn’t listen,” he gives a nonchalant shrug after laying out his smartass response. he was right after all, the other customers can attest to that.

the bigger man of the three fumes more at his statement and picks him up by his shirt’s collar, hoisting him up into the air to be at eye level. “what the hell did you say, you punk!? you wanna die?!”

“woah there, big fella! it was an honest mistake, let ‘im go!”

and just like that, the boar hat’s cheery atmosphere turned sour and hostile in a matter of seconds. the three men argued angrily with the other customers. with the way things were going, the customers were teetering on the verge of a bar fight breaking out.

‘sheesh, tough crowd,’ meliodas sulks, still hanging in the air.

“hey! what’s with all this damn racket, you big oafs!?”

everyone quiets down immediately, their attention shifting to see who’d spoken. the tavern goes quiet as they’re met with... a talking pig?

“what the hell are you imbeciles screaming for, huh!? and why is there food all over the floor!?”

“the— the pig... it’s talking!”

“don’t get surprised by every little thing! you see, this is why i hate hillbillies!”

meliodas turns to the pig with a grin, wriggling out of the tight grip on his collar. “hawk, just in time! i need you to help me clean the floor!”

hawk clicks his tongue in disdain, trotting closer to the scene. “why do you even need me for this? and where’s y/n?”

“she’s out right now.”

the pig sighs and inspects the food, grumbling. “there’re glass shards in there. i’m not eating that.”

“oh, come on,” meliodas rolls his eyes, “what’s a little bit of glass?”

“if you don’t think it’s such a big deal, you eat it then!” hawk huffs, annoyed.

“so damn dramatic. you’re our scraps disposal for a reason, hawk.” the blond scoffs quietly, walking into the pantry to grab a broom to clean up the food himself.

pretending not to hear his comment, hawk tilts his head up to look at the ones responsible for the ruckus. “oi, you three. this moron can’t cook to save his life. if he tells you to wait ‘till the cook gets back, you wait ‘till she gets back! don’t complain unless you want to end up with food poisoning!”

huffing, the men set their table back upright before sitting down, embarrassed to have been scolded by a literal pig whilst muttering about the terrible customer service.

once everyone is back at their tables and the floor is clean once more, meliodas serves another round of alcohol to lighten up the mood. however, just as he sets down the last cup, the tavern door violently swings open, damn near taking it off its hinges. in the doorway is a man hunched over and panting, sweat dribbling down his face.

“my fucking door—”

“i—i saw it...!” the man’s voice comes out panicked and rushed, barely getting the words out with how hard he's breathing. everyone looks at him curiously and meliodas ushers him inside, albeit still salty about how hard he’d opened the door. he then goes off to get the poor guy a drink.

“i’m positive that what i saw, was the wandering rust knight!”

the silence is loud at his confession for a few minutes before it’s broken by drunken laughter. the newcomer shrinks in his seat out of embarrassment. maybe he should’ve just kept his mouth shut...

“the wandering rust knight? what’s that about?” meliodas sets a cup down in front of the newcomer, tilting his head curiously.

“it isn’t anything to worry about, just some silly tale to scare children into behaving,” another customer waves it off, downing the rest of his drink.

“if you keep misbehaving, one of the eight deadly sins will come for you in armour that’s rusty from blood!”

a few hearty laughs are drawn out from the joke. meliodas, however, looks as clueless as ever. “the eight deadly sins?”

“yeah. haven’t you heard of ‘em, son?”

“i’m not your son,” meliodas mutters, annoyed at the way they’re babying him. nevertheless he admits to not knowing the group just mentioned.

“well, that’s a surprise, they’re pretty well known. they’re on the wanted posters, those ones over there,” the man nudges his head over to the board that had the wanted posters of the eight criminals, their names lining the bottom of their faces.

“i think it was about ten years ago? that big fracas where dozens of holy knights who had gathered across the land were all butchered during the kingdom’s founding celebration. it was a blood bath. these eight deadly sins were the bastards who did it. they say that the way the holy knights’ grand master himself was killed was too gruesome to look at.”

“the former king was out of his mind for arranging a faction of criminals in the first place. the old coot really set himself up.”

“yeah! those guys were a threat to everyone! not to mention that their captain and vice captain, meliodas and y/n, are the scariest of the bunch. they say those two have brought down whole countries. monsters, truly.”

the blond nods in understanding at their explanations. “sounds interesting. have they been caught yet?”

a tense silence follows.

“well? have they?”

“...no, not a single one of them...”

“ah, that’s a problem then, isn’t it?” he cocks an eyebrow, subtle amusement swirling in his eyes. “i mean, if they’re sooo dangerous, then surely they should be behind bars, right? it’s already been ten years, hasn’t it?”

“i—i... well... yeah, it’s a huge issue. but, some of the rumours i’ve heard say they’re all dead.”

“they’re dead, they have to be. the new holy knights wouldn’t let them live.”

“oh, please. the same holy knights that can’t even catch petty thieves these days? yeah, right.”

“don’t say things like that, you’ll get yourself beheaded!”

“it’s the truth, though! they’re all incompetent, good-for-nothing assholes!”

“how dare you! the holy knights are the ones who’re keeping the kingdom safe while that damned queen is doing who knows what? it makes me wonder why we didn’t just have old bartra take his last breaths on the throne.”

“you talked about me getting beheaded for saying the damn truth about those good-for-nothing holy knights, but you’ll go ahead and talk about the queen? go fuck yourself!”

“you bastard—”

the bar becomes rowdy again. words are being thrown now, each man was recounting the rumours he’d heard and using it to counter other claims. the varying information being shared had greatly dampened the atmosphere, creating tension.

‘after i got them to settle down too,’ meliodas rolls his eyes at their behaviour, salty about how things were going but wouldn't complain. the gossip was too good to pass up anyway.

“but... this wanted board is updated every year,” the newcomer butts in nervously, “wouldn’t that mean that they’re not dead or even caught yet?”

“what the fuck did you just say?”

“think about it! if the eight deadly sins have been caught and put down, why are their wanted posters still up? it’s been ten years already and the holy knights haven’t even come close to locating these guys!”

everyone goes quiet at his words, leaving the question to hang in the air for a moment before the awkward silence is broken.

“whatever, man... all this talk of a knight walking around in rusted armour is kinda farfetched, right?”

“y—yeah, it’s crazy...”

a quick change of conversation is made to brush off the possibility that the eight deadly sins haven’t been caught and put down yet by the kingdom’s oh-so-competent holy knights. there wasn’t any evidence they could use to refute that claim, it made too much sense.

idle chatter fills the room once more. meliodas takes note of how the tension seems to have increased. it takes a few minutes and two more rounds of alcohol before everyone begins to loosen up again. it’s peaceful for about thirty minutes; people are making jokes again, some are even singing songs. they’re all terrible and off key, but it’s the fun the counts, no?

however, loud, heavy, metal footsteps make their way towards the tavern, alerting the bar owner and the customers that someone was coming towards them.

“it’s probably a holy knight. maybe they heard the shit-talking you did earlier,” one man snickered drunkenly, nudging the guy next to him.

“this smell... it’s rust...” hawk mutters. meliodas looks down at him, then back at the door. he unconsciously grasps the hilt of the dragon looking sword on his back, having a bad feeling about the approaching knight.

the door slowly creaks open and standing in the doorway is a knight in full armour, a strong smell of rust accompanying their entrance. they wobble into the bar, making the customers freeze up in fear at the realization that this wasn't any ordinary holy knight.

“the eight deadly sins...”

their voice comes out ragged and in broken pants, their helmet muffling their voice greatly.

“t—t—t—the wandering rust knight...!” the men shriek in unison, and immediately scramble to their feet and run out of the boar hat. some were screaming, others crying and coming close to pissing themselves as they bolt down the hill in fear of their lives.

you had been coming back up to the tavern, two bags of flour slung over you shoulders. you stare in confusion seeing the customers run out, yelling about some ‘wandering rust knight,’ and how he was going to kill them all.

you take cautious steps towards the tavern and peer inside. right before your very eyes, in the middle of your bar, was a knight in rusted armour. it seems that all the rumours were true after all.

you watch as meliodas flips himself over the counter, taking brisk steps towards the mysterious figure that had let themself into your bar.

“who the hell are you?”

[rassberrylips]

Hi, idk if you’re still doing the whole matchmaker but I would like to request one with Hayden Christensens characters please <3

My style is quite a mixture of different ones, some days I’ll dress like a big and wear the baggiest T-shirts and jeans I can find, other days, I dress very feminine, with lace tops and soft jumpers. I also have too many jackets for every occasion. I’m quite short (4’11), with curly dark hair and pretty big brown eyes which are probably my most prominent feature.

I’d say I’m pretty quiet and introverted, usually prefer to do the listening than talking though sometimes I ramble if the conversation gets awkward. Once you get to know however, I can be very energetic and loud. I’m quite sarcastic and blunt at times aswell. My friends say I can be quite innocent or ‘dumb’ when it comes to relationships as I’m quite inexperienced. Which is probably because I’m very shy at confessing my feelings (I was very insecure from the age of 15 onwards), if I like someone, I’ll either just stare at them from afar or be argumentative in order to hide my feelings.

I like watching movies (faves are back to the future, Star Wars and Mid90s), drawing little cartoons of my favourite characters, making movies, listening to music (atm it’s Foo fighters and third eye blind) and I pretty much hate every season except for summer. That’s pretty much it <3

you're match is ... stephen glass !!

♡ you're too cute

♡ stephen will think any of your interests are cool just because they're yours

♡ he thinks all your outfits are so cool no matter what stlye you choose

♡ lunch dates (lunch breaks) when you guys shut the door and while listening to the foo fighters and hes staring into your big brown eyes

♡ please wear pig tails and a oversized jacket he will not be doing any work that day

♡ movie nights at his house where he puts up fairy lights and buys your favorite snacks

♡ he runs all of his story ideas by you and you love listening to him talk

♡ you guys are such little cutie pies

♡ when summer comes around its amazing

♡ picnics at the park, wearing cute lace tops, concerts in fields just listening to music and holding hands

heres a glimpse into your relationship ...

a/n: sorry this is so short i have a lot of requests to get through ... merry christmas !!

[sugarishapple]

Pumpkin Spice

(Day 14 of Feedist Kinktober 2024)

Originally I wanted to do a pic, a bit of contrast within the prompt... and this was a short story that would accompany it, however, plans changed and I decided to focus a bit more on the story itself (and it turned, well...).

New OC feedist couple! I will share designs and more details about them asap! They have a different dynamic than Marshall and Gail, btw. This story serves as some introduction to them and their dynamics (and change and contrast of dynamics), but you will see 👀.

Word count: 3515

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It was her favorite. Olivia’s favorite coffee drink: Pumpkin Spice Latte cappuccino.

Whenever Olivia went out with Nicolas during the autumn, she always asked for this coffee drink. She liked the way it tasted. The way spices like the cinnamon or the nutmeg or the ginger rolled so well with the pumpkin and the coffee milk.

Of course, she knew that the one offered at the coffee shop wasn’t THE real thing, but it always reminded her of the pumpkin pies her grandmother made when she was younger, especially after her grandfather brought all those huge pumpkins he got back in the farm he worked in, just before October was over. And the best way to make the most of them was pumpkin pies or pumpkin candy (chacualole (1)) with similar ingredients.

“It is nostalgic. I guess that’s why I ended up loving it”. She explained to Nicolas, a few months after they started dating. “It makes me cozy, I guess? It’s too delicious.”

“I think I get it, though.” He responded. “I think it’s the same with me and salted caramel. Once you taste it in other things than chocolate bars, it’s kind of nice”.

“Well, of course. It’s caramel and it’s a bit salty. They got together well.” She thought. “Hmmm. I could make some pumpkin pies with caramel over it, though…” Olivia jostled Nico as they were getting out from the coffee shop. “Maybe a couple… four? Just for you, as always.” She muttered as she quickly grabbed his growing belly and gave it a jiggle.

“As always, fattening me up.” He sighed. “I’m not going to be able to keep walking out and coming to these places at your pace if you keep feeding me up like that.”

She giggled at what they considered flirting. “Buuut, I want to see that, you know? I plan to keep showing up how my man is getting fatter and fatter as long as we keep going out like this. The more they see you and the more you get plumper and unrecognizable… they will eventually realize it is you.”

“Heh. I wouldn’t mind. That sounds quite fun, actually.”

--

When Olivia got the perfect pumpkins she could use, she didn’t waste time in gutting them. The stuffing would be used for dessert, and the seeds would be a nice snack to grab a bite from time to time. She knew the recipe for her grandmother’s pumpkin pies by heart as she tasted it many times (although, admittedly, she had to write it down the last time she was at her parents’ house), and was longing for that flavor that was so nostalgic and cozy for her. And sharing it with Nico, her boyfriend, was the best she could do with it. She assured herself that he would love those pumpkin pies as much as she did, that he would love them so much while feeding him one by one, and perhaps make him long for its flavor and desire for it past the Autumn season… and, eventually, he wolf them down without any issue as the gluttonous pig she knew he was able to be.

The pumpkin pies came out as excellent as Olivia expected them to be. The hypnotizing smell of the pumpkin and its many spices, the texture of the filling and the crust, the taste, even. They were exactly as many as she wanted for her boyfriend, so she invited him at her house to have a fun evening accompanied by a delightful special meal and dessert.

As soon as Nicolas was at Olivia’s house, he sat down on her living room’s couch. That’s how these special meals have been since they started dating. He wouldn’t mind, as he knew she was always looking for the most comfortable places he would be sitting (or laying down) as she would feed him.

Olivia walked in with the four pumpkin pies and put them in the low table in front of him. She looked at him, from the head to the toes, with those dark brown eyes of hers and a smug smile embellishing her face.

“See, babe?” She took a good look at Nicolas’ figure, calculating how fatter she wanted him to be, imagining him taking much more more of his seat in that couch, overflowing it with his corporal mass. “I told you I would prepare four of these small pies just for you.”

He laughed.

“They are anything but small.” He shuffled so he could get even more comfortable on his seat. “I didn’t expect anything less from you, Liv. You never break a promise.”

She sat at his side, sliding his shirt up and started rubbing that soft gelatinous mass of a belly he had. It wasn’t so big, yet, but it was starting to reclaim more space from his lap. He was admittedly a corpulent guy when he and Olivia started dating, but oh, how much these two wanted him to soften up so, so much more. Patting it a few times, she couldn’t help but smile and blush.

Grabbing one of the pies and a knife, she started cutting a nice and thick slice, the caramel oozing on the sides.

“You are looking so good, now, Nico. I wonder how much more good you will look and get when I help feeding you those delicious pies, huh?”

“I will surprise you, Liv”. He tilted his head to kiss her. And as soon as his lips touched hers, she immediately kissed him back and harder.

She would feed him slices at first, but eventually opted to give him thick handfuls with her small thin hands, which he reached with his mouth, with enthusiasm and eagerness, almost like desperate to get that delightful dessert from his feeder girlfriend’s hands, even playfully licking her fingers, grabbing every leftover he could with his lips and tongue. The pumpkin and spices flavor was slowly becoming addictive to him. Moaning while gulping it all down, Olivia knew exactly where she would grab and touch, squeezing his belly fat, also fascinated with the hunger and gluttonous ways of her amazing boyfriend. He perfectly knew, as well, that it was all making her moan, getting so worked up as he devoured everything she gave to him.

“You are doing great, Nico… so, so great.” She bit her lips. “I love it.”

“It’s all thanks to you, you know, Liv?” He smiled, before opening his mouth again, ready to be stuffed with more of the pie, gulping it down before talking to her, again: “You have been a great encourager…” He felt a belch coming out from his chest, letting it out. “Urp… You have been doing an excellent job in making me this way...”

“Heh. I am certainly proud of it.” She cheekily smiled, fixing her long hair lock right behind her ear, out of nervousness, attempting to hide how wet he was making her feel down her thighs. “I want to take you to a no-return point, so, so bad...”

He laughed. “With the way you are doing this, I may not be so far away from that point”.

Olivia grabbed the last of the pies’ plates, with no much left than a small handful and gave it to him.

“Mind in making me the honors, my glutton hog?”

“Of course. All for you.” Nico took the plate and grabbed the handful of pie with his bare hands and shoved it into his mouth, not wasting any time onto it. As he ate it, he couldn’t not smile. He was proud of being Olivia’s glutton-feedee boyfriend.

“See?… I knew you will finish them up.” She snuggled her face into his chest, before tilting her head and giving him a kiss. “Now, I’m the one wanting her dessert…” She wrapped one of her legs onto his waist, ready to make out with him.

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It was her favorite. Olivia’s favorite coffee drink flavor: Pumpkin Spice Latte cappuccino.

Olivia always orders it whenever it is autumn, and during the past two years, there hasn’t been an exception where she doesn’t order one of these coffee drinks. She and Nicolas knew it wasn’t THE real thing, of course, but nevertheless, it still tasted as wonderful as always.

This year, however, Nico was enchanted by the lovely idea of buying her a full box of Pumpkin Spice flavor mix for dairy products. Especially since he knew how exactly he wanted to prepare and mix it with, even after the autumn season ended, just for her. However, Olivia couldn’t expect his choice: heavy cream milkshakes that he was going to feed her.

Nicolas’ intentions were very clear in how he wanted to do this. For the past few months he was looking something perfect to help her in gaining weight and making her addicted to it, while also pampering her in the process. And as soon as the autumn started, he remembered the pumpkin spice flavor she loved the most, so “why not making her some milkshakes with this and heavy cream?”

“Maybe, I can even add some caramel syrup into them to add not just a sweeter flavor but more calories…”

Nico wanted to focus on his beloved Olivia now, partly because he wanted to reciprocate all of her amazing work in fattening him up, and also because he developed a growing desire to see her getting fat as much as he got.

Although he was a gluttonous feedee at heart, Nico also had some feeder tendencies, and he would be lying if he hadn’t imagine in being Olivia’s feeder at some point during the past whole year, especially as he realized a couple of things about her, like noticing that she wasn’t very subtle in sneaking a few bites from all that delicious food she made for him, and finding out that the fading stretchmarks she had in some areas of her body were there because she used to be overweight in the past. He simply couldn’t stop thinking about all of it as a whole.

“Wouldn’t you be opposed to the idea of me feeding you?” Nico remembered telling her as he finally decided to express his desire to fatten her up.

“What?” His question took Olivia by surprise. “You want to feed... me?”

“Well, you have been very sneaky, Liv.” He responded. “But, you cannot trick me. Recently I have seen you grabbing bites here and there when you are not just going to feed me, but when you are doing it, as well.”

“We… well! Of course, I have to… I can do that, you know?” She responded nervously.

“Exactly, I know you can do that. But…” One of his hands reached her face. “I can feed you. I want to feed you, and I want to make you fat, too…”

As he started to caress her face, her ears got very red.

“What are you saying??” She kept replying in a nervous manner. “Making me fat???”

He giggled, and with a smug face, he told her: “Your reactions say it all, Liv. I bet you have been thinking about it. You told me that you were overweight before, but I suppose it’s possible that spending all this time with me could have turned on a switch inside you.” He grabbed one of her hands and he put it against his chest and his upper belly, jiggling it. “I mean, you made me aaaalll this fat… wouldn’t you want some of it as well?”

Liv closed her eyes, her face all red, as she grabbed Nico’s thick upper fat roll, before making her hand go to his left juicy moob. She felt like her heart would come out of her chest.

“This is all your work.” He whispered to her ear. “And I want to repay you as nicely, too, while also making you my gluttonous piggy.” He teased her.

She bit her lip just with those three last words, losing the little concentration and balance she had left on her, slipping on the couch, as her boyfriend ended up above her. Nicolas was, in a word, huge. He was already corpulent when they met, but his figure got wider and heavier with time. His arms softened up, his elbows almost buried in fat. His whole torso was drooping on her, his abundant stomach with thick rolls all over his Liv’s stomach, and his moobs sagging close to his girlfriend’s face. From Olivia’s angle, she could trace how rounded and chubby looked his face, with a prominent second chin. His breath was becoming quick and heavier.

“See...? All because of you… I’m 360 lbs now… Wouldn’t you want me to feed you… and fatten you up at my current weight, babe? To a point of no return?”

Olivia moaned when she heard his proposal, her legs trembling under Nico’s weight. He didn’t take long to observe this, and started giggling.

“Are you fascinated by this? Feeding you and making you soooo fat…?”

She looked him into his eyes, until she slightly averted them into another direction.

“...Yes.” She sheepishly responded. “...Could you?”

--

This all brings Nicolas to the present time. It’s been some months since that confession/talk he had with Liv, and he had since applied his “magic” on her all that past summer. And, although he manifested his want to feed her and making her fat, all he wanted was to spoil her, to pamper her.

That morning, Nico prepared for her, as much as he could, a vast breakfast composed of the same dishes she usually made for him when she started staying over at his house. It was a nice gesture, but he his intentions were obvious, as well.

“Wow, Nico... you shouldn’t have. This is a lot.” She said as she contemplated the whole table full of rich and hearty food.

“Nonsense, Liv.” He said. “I know you can handle it all fine. We didn’t spend the whole summer in training your appetite, and that peeking belly of yours is enough to prove it.”

He pointed to her ‘small’ tum peeking though her sleeping shirt, which she sheepishly rubbed it, before attempting to hide it with her shirt, slightly embarrassed.

Olivia sighed as she sat down at his table. “Oh, what the hell. I will try. It smells good and looks REALLY good.”

She took her plate and started to fill it with a couple of pancakes oozing with butter and syrup, scrambled eggs, and she also decided to grab a couple of bacon strips. She took a bite of the eggs, and a bit of the pancakes and couldn’t avoid moaning out of how delightful it was all. She then grabbed a few more forkfuls from her plate and stuffed them into her mouth, before gulping it all down.

“Mhmmm. You even tried to do my seasoning.” She noticed, tasting the pancake with syrup on her lips. “This has cinnamon on it”.

He nodded and smiled. “Of course, how couldn’t I. I was inspired by you, after all.”

She giggled as she went to fill her place with more pancakes, and picked up some fried ham and jam. She also picked up some fried potatoes with chili and chorizo, and more scrambled eggs. Nico was looking at Liv, all fascinated at her growing appetite, because he knew his girl was capable of eating as much like that, and he also knew it could grow more if she got bigger.

She noticed Nicolas was looking at her, as much as she usually did when he ate a lot, which was exciting to say the least. And the more he admired her, admittedly, it made her want to eat and stuff herself much more. Her legs trembled a little, and passing one of her hands over her tum, giving it a rub, she became eager and continued her eating.

“Owww… I don’t think I can fit anything more here…” She reclined on her chair, caressing her tum. Almost all of the breakfast was gone (although Nicolas grabbed some bites as he saw her eating speed was decreasing). “Maybe next time… but this is all I can handle now.”

“Oh, come on, Liv.” He stood up. “A few more bites? For me? You always push me up a little more…”

“Yeah? But you are you. Trust me, I cannot do so much more right now.” She started to rub her tum once again. “I’m not a big glutton like you.”

“Yet.” He corrected. “And I will make sure of it. Besides, I have a little treat for you and just you. And I will give it to you if you eat juuuust a little more. All calories count~”

“Hmmm…” Liv groaned, but was curious. “What is it?”

“Eat a little more, and I will let you have it.” He teased her as he sit down at her side, and grabbed a fork to pick some leftover pancakes, that he wrapped with ham. “Say ‘ah’.”

She opened her mouth and Nico shoved the piece of pancake into her mouth. She chew it and gulped it.

“A little more.” He cut more of the pancakes and offered it to her, which she again opened her mouth to eat it, chew it and gulp it down. “Good girl. Come on, you are almost there.” And, once again, he offered the final leftover from those pancakes he grabbed, which she also ate. “There. I think you deserve your prize now.”

He stood up once again and walked up to his refrigerator. His belly was jiggling up and down as he went to open it, and grab Olivia’s well-deserved treat: a glass of milkshake made with that pumpkin spice flavor mix he bought earlier. He also grabbed the caramel syrup and put some into it.

“And here it is.” He smiled as he showed it to her. “It’s a milkshake that I am very sure you will grow to love.”

“A milkshake, huh?” She reached her arm to attempt to grab it, but Nicolas refused.

“Nope, I will feed it to you, instead.”

“For real?” She kept rubbing her full belly.

“Sure as hell. It’s your prize, babe… but, let me have some fun out of it as well.”

Olivia remembered all those times she flirted and teasingly did the same with Nico, so, she couldn’t back off. Regardless, she wanted him to enjoy the moment, too.

“Okay, big guy. Let’s find out what this milkshake taste.”

“Of course.” He smiled as he made sure Liv was at least somewhat comfortable. “Recline your head a little more, okay?”

She followed his instructions and did so, as he was grabbing the glass and bringing it closer to her lips.

“Drink up~”

As Olivia separated her lips, Nicolas tilted the glass to let flow the creamy liquid into her mouth. Instantly, Olivia tasted the pumpkin spice flavor, but she was forced to drink it up as quickly as more of the milky liquid was flowing into her. And as she started to chug, she noticed how thick it felt, and how incredibly sweet it was, too.

“Caramel syrup… and it has heavy cream, too?” Olivia identified the rest of the flavors as she chugged the milkshake. She started moaning as she felt how sweet it was. It was so rich… so delicious. So heavenly like. So she kept drinking, and drinking… and drinking, until it started to hurt… until there was nothing left in the glass.

“Wow, look at you… You surely enjoyed all of it.” He gave her a belly rub, and patting it made her let out a burp.

Groaning, Olivia tried to shuffle into her seat with some pain. “Pumpkin spice, huh? Urp...”

He nodded, as he kept rubbing her tum.

“Gosh…” Liv responded, groaning. “And heavy cream, too?! Fuck, you really want me to get very fat like this… There’s no way I’m not going to get addicted to these now!...”

“Figured it out?” He responded, giggling, as he also caressed her hair. “I knew you would love it. I can make you so much more, you know that, right?”

“I mean…” She fidgeted. “I dunno… I wouldn’t mind, but… fuck… how much did you buy of that pumpkin spice flavor stuff?”

“Enough to last until winter… or I would hope so, of course.” He replied with some tease. “We could finish them sooner if you want that…”

“So, so fat…” Olivia mumbled to herself, before reclaiming: “You are so mean, Nico!”

“Maybe? But, look at the good side of it, it’s sweater season, too!” He kept teasing her, even sticking his tongue out, before kissing her forehead.

“Ugh… don’t do this to me...!” She trembled with pain and laugh.

“Take it easy, Liv.” He grabbed her hand, helping her to stand up. “Relax, okay? At least for now. Let’s go to the couch so you can rest and digest it all.”

He reached down as she also titled her head to give each other a kiss on the lips.

“Can I ask you to be gentle while I rest?” Olivia asked.

“Of course. All for you.”

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(1) I was looking for an English word for this specific kind of dessert, because it didn't hit me well with just "pumpkin candy", all I know it as is "dulce de calabaza", but apparently the ES Wiki says it is actually a dessert/sweet coming from Guerrero, Mexico. YET, I know for a fact that we also make it here in the north of the country during autumn (ie October-November). Do they do it in English-speaking countries too? I feel they DO, but "pumpkin pie's filling" also doesn't feel appropiate to name it either, lol.

[ariel-seagull-wings]

WALT DISNEY'S FABLES

@themousefromfantasyland @the-blue-fairie @thealmightyemprex @piterelizabethdevries @amalthea9 @barbossas-wench @shelleythesapphic

Does anyone else remembers this collection?

Walt Disney's Fables were a series of DVDs and VHSs that house about an hour of classic cartoon shorts on each volume. with the majority of them being Silly Symphonies

VOLUMES

VOLUME 1

The Prince and the Pauper (1990)

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow (1949)

VOLUME 2

The Ugly Duckling (1939)

Little Hiawatha (1937)

Farmyard Symphony (1938)

The Old Mill (1937)

Wynken, Blynken and Nod (1938)

Merbabies (1938)

VOLUME 3

Donald in Mathmagic Land (1959)

Ben and Me (1953)

Modern Inventions (1937)

VOLUME 4

The Tortoise and the Hare (1935)

The Pied Piper (1933)

Toby Tortoise Returns (1936)

The Golden Touch (1935)

Old King Cole (1933)

King Neptune (1932)

VOLUME 5

Ferdinand the Bull (1938)

Lambert the Sheepish Lion (1952)

The Three Little Pigs (1933)

Three Blind Mouseketeers (1936)

Three Little Wolves (1936)

Funny Little Bunnies (1934)

VOLUME 6

The Reluctant Dragon (1941)

Mickey and the Beanstalk (1947)

[adarkrainbow]

Just for fun, I have been comparing the three "main cinematic corpuses" when it comes to fairy tales in American media, the three most famous series of movies (or movie-like features) tackling fairytales as a group. Disney's animated classics, the Faerie Tale Theater series, and the Cannon Movie Tales. Each a good reflexion of what people of America usually consider the "main core" of fairytales. (I also looked into Disney's un-made projects, since it reveals the company's intentions and perception of fairytales)

Results: the most recurring fairytales, present in all three of these groups, include Snow-White, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, Little Red Riding Hood, Hansel and Gretel, The Frog Prince, The Emperor's New Clothes, Rumpelstiltskin and Puss in Boots.

On the second place, present in two of the groups only: Rapunzel, Jack and the Beanstalk, the Three Little Pigs, The Snow Queen, Cinderella, Aladdin, The Little Mermaid, Pinocchio and The Pied Piper of Hamelin, Goldilocks and the Three Bears, The Emperor's Nightingale.

More unique fairytales include The Twelve Dancing Princesses, Rip van Winkle, The Princess who had never laughed, The Boy who left Home to find out about the Shivers, Thumbelina, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, The Princess and the Pea, The Sorcerer's Apprentice, the "B'rer Tales". (I did include fairytale-like short stories but tried to avoid some larger works like The Wind in the Willows, Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan, Mary Poppins or The Wizard of Oz).

It does fit quite well with what Americans usually perceive as the "regular fairytale canon" - with a few exceptions such as the absence of the Three Billy Goats Gruff, which was for a very long time the only Norse fairytale known to the USA.

[recentadultburnout]

Info for writer in Thai series fandom: Pet name & tone indicator sound

Some words to call your lover

Sweet and polite

คุณ-khun or เธอ-tur with ฉัน-chan, เรา-rao or ผม-phom(offically this one is for men, but it did get used by women) are words that can be used with people who are not your lovers but are considered to be quite sweet to call your lover that. I already mentioned it in Chapter 4. Chan and tur are very popular choices for song lyrics.

ที่รัก-thirak straight up call a person "someone you love". Rak is love, so if we want it literally, it would be beloved or something along those lines. I never saw anyone actually use it seriously before. Just a parody of something, or like I do, to tease a friend. Or, if we count, I think I've heard a mom call her child "mom's thirak" before. We could add สุด-sud in the front, sudthirak, make it mean "someone you love most."

แฟน-faen Boyfriend/girlfriend but non-binary. If used as a pronoun, then it usually comes with those Thai sounds khrap/ka at the end. You probably need to draw the word out for good measure too. Its sound is the same as how the word fan in "fan club" is pronounced in Thai, so there are a lot of fan club or faen khrap puns/jokes used with actor shipping situations.

คนดี-kondee Khon is a unit of human in Thai, and dee is good. เด็กดี-dekdee Dek is a child, and dee is the same as dee in Khondee. I feel like both Khondee and Dekdee have a bit of a patronizing feeling. But not always in a bad way, though. Is that a thing? Like, if you used those words with someone sincere, you probably felt the urge to take care of them at least a little bit. You probably feel like they are a precious, cute little thing. Something like that The fact that Im 100% sure parents used dekdee with their children might factor into it. As for Kondee, I'm about 90% sure.

Dek means kid, but we use it quite loosely, so twenty-somethings get called Dek all the time, and if it were by an elderly person, then the Dek in question might as well be a mother of two.

พ่อ แม่-por and mae As in father and mother. Usually, it starts when a couple becomes parents. A fur baby will do too for some.

Insulting words as a pet name

เด๋อ-der clumsy, foolish, silly, awkward, stupid, dull, dump_ Those things mix together, but like, in a soft version. Usually used with something add to the front, such as ไอ้-Ai, เด็ก-dek, or some Thai's sound for tone indicator(?) to the back, or both.

อ้วน-uuan fat, chubby—อ้วน can actually be a parent-given nickname too. I know some women around my mom's age range whose nickname is that. Personally, if it says it in a particular way, I find it really cute.

เหนียง-niang double chin

เถิก-terk go bald,the description of a hair line that starts to recede.

ลุง-lung Uncle (the one that is older than the father) aka old man. Usually used by a noticeable younger person. Not that they actually date someone older than their dad, or do they?👀

เด็กโง่-dekngo Stupid child, but like, an endearingly stupid, childish person.

ดื้อ-due _Not obeying, refuse to comply_ often used to describe a child. I saw ดื้อ  get translated to stubbon a lot, but personally, I find that not quite fitting (not that I have other words in mind). It might just be a me thing, though.

Probably a full-on PDA couple, act cute to each other 24/7

เล็ก-lek Small,tiny

ใหญ่-yai Big,giant

This two are a pair. Sometime it will have something added to it, ตัว-tua which means self/person/body, for exemple.

Animal + small or pi/nong/por(dad)/mae(mom) + animal Something like, cat, bear, pig, dog

Ex:Pi Muu(pig)/Nong Miao(cute alternative way to call cat)/Miao lek(small)/Por Mee(bear)

บี๋-bie Short from baby

Repeating a syllable of a nick name two times for a lovey-dovey pet name is also a thing.

ไอ้ต้าว-ai tao Tao is a meaningless sound that was derived from a word that was a prefix "เจ้า-Jao." It is used to express that the speaker thinks the person being mentioned is cute/childlike. They most likely appear with a strangely sweet voice. Sometimes used for friendly mocking of someone for being childlike.

Eng sub-cute dimples = Ai tao dimples

หนู-nhu Nhu is something that is used with children, but it also can be for a lover. Can be innocent or quite sinful depending on the context. (This one is already mentioned in Chapter 4 too)

เค้า Kao and ตัวเอง Tua-eng are a pair. Kao is for calling yourself, and Tuaeng is for calling your lover. What is of interest is that Kao typically refers to the third person, and Tuaeng refers to "oneself." It kind of gets perceived as something silly that people in love do. There are some words that are born from distorted "tuaeng" that you can use for a lover too, such as using only the first word "tua", shortening the "tua" sound to make it sound like 'ta-eng, or combining the two sounds to make it sound like "teng". The "Kao" might be replaced by other words such as Rao, and it might help lower the silliness, or not? Lately, I have seen some traders (usually women small business owners) call their customers Tuaeng to make them feel closer to them. Not Kao, tho. I have yet to see any shopkeeper use Kao for "I.".

Kind of a little roleplay, but not really?

ป๋า-pa Dad as in father or 💰Daddy💰 as in sugar daddy.

An overly respectful way to call someone or use a title that the receiver doesn't actually own is also something I see and think is pretty cute.

Legal prefix

เด็กหญิง-dek ying 

abbreviation - ด.ญ.

For those who were assigned female at birth under the age of 15

Translate to - none

เด็กชาย-dek chai

abbreviation - ด.ช.

For those who were assigned male at birth under the age of 15

Translate to - none

นาย-nai

abbreviation - none

For those who were assigned male at birth, from age 15 onward

Translate to - Mr.

นาง-nang

abbreviation - none

For those who were assigned female at birth and marriage (optional since 2008),

Translate to - Mrs.

นางสาว-nang sao

abbreviation - น.ส.

For those who were assigned female at birth, from age 15 onward

Translate to - Ms.

Some words/phrase that relevent to love life.

เพื่อนคู่คิด มิตรคู่ใจ-phuea khukhit mit khuchai This is a phrase that describes a marriage partner as a friend ( phuea = friend) who will help you think ( khit), a trusting ally (mit ), and your best friend who you can rely on. I find it to be very romantic.

คู่ชีวิต-khu chivit life partner

คนรู้ใจ-khon ru jai person who knows your heart

ศีลเสมอ-syn samoe (like the name of a character from Cutie Pie)

ศีล Syn = precept

เสมอ samoe = same,equal

"Syn samoe" is a figure of speech that is probably roughly equivalent to "birds of a feather flock together." It is a concept that in order for one to be able to associate with others with ease of mind, one needs to hold the same moral code and values. If a person only holds on to one of the precepts, not killing, they wouldn't be suited to be with someone who also does not steal, not only as a lover but also as a close friend or someone close in general. And also the reversal, which is that if you can be close with someone, then you must be on the same level as that person, good or bad.

คนคุย - khon kui Person (you) talking to If A is Khon Kui of B, then they are getting to know each other with romantic intentions, but nothing is serious yet.

กิ่งทองใบหยก - king thong bai yok - jade leaf gold branch A very suitable match, used for those who are about to get married.

ผีเน่าโลงผุ - phi nao long phu - rotten ghost, decayed coffin When a couple is a very suitable match, but it's because they both are bad

ทองแผ่นเดียวกัน - thong phaen diao kan - the same gold sheet To become one piece of gold is to be connected by marriage. Ex: These two families are going to become the same piece of gold soon = someone from each of their families is going to marry the other.

ข้าวใหม่ปลามัน - fresh rice, creamy(?) fish A word to call a newlywed couple. Anything new is good, so in a period of newlywed bliss, everything will be good in your eyes.

ถ่านไฟเก่า-old coal Old flame, ex-lover who still might get back together

โซ่ทอง-gold chain A child is parents' gold chain that will link parents' hearts together forever. Basiclly, it is a concept that by having a child, the couple will be more committed to each other. Kind of scary if you ask me.

จีบ-jeeb _woo, flirt, spark, spoon, court, bind around_ I saw this translate to flirting most of the time, but while flirting is not serious, จีบ can be.

หยอด-yort is to put or pour it little by little in a narrow place; in some contexts, it means to drop in sweet words when you talk to someone, aka flirt.

อ้อน-oon is to plead, to implore, to cajole, to wheedle, to whimper. 

กัดก้อนเกลือ-kat kon kluea-to bite on a cube of salt Is to be poor. usually mean when your financial situation is likely to be better than it is if not for your choice of partner.

ป๋า pa - เสี่ย sia - เด็ก dek pa/ dek sia When these words are used together, pa or sia is an (usually) older, wealthy (this one is a must) man, and dek, which translate directly to child or young, is a (usually) younger person who got financial benefit from being in this relationship. Pa or Sia is a sugar daddy, and Dek is a sugar baby, basically. 

คบ-kob Is mostly used to mean dating, but it can also mean "associate" or "friend with", and it has been used for a variety of ambiguous speaking scene in drama and novels.

ชง-chong-brew It's kind of like creating an opportunity for someone else to say a pick-up line. Say things in order to push your friend toward the one you think your friend will like (whether the assumption is correct or not). Say a pick-up line or flirt with someone for the other person. GMM actors do it to other shipping pairs all the time. I find it quite funny, lol.

เพื่อน=friend But it can also mean accompany if you say it in some way. You could say that you want someone to go somewhere with you as เพื่อน and that would mean that you want them to accompany you, not that they are your friend exclusively. You can say it to anyone. friend, family member, lover, co-worker, etc.

Here Ayan say that he thanks Akk for นอนเป็นแฟน instead of นอนเป็นเพื่อน. 

นอน=sleep 

เป็น=as ,are, be, become, have, constitute, be able to 

แฟน=lover 

เพื่อน=friend

นอนเป็นเพื่อน=to go to bed with someone and keep them company

เพื่อน can also mean co-worker, school mate, 

slice-of-thai.com, thai-tones.com, [Learn Thai] Five Tones in Thai (Pronunciation Practice) <--Some of the links for the Thai 5-tone explanation.

I think it would help in the next part (and with the Thai language in general) if you could remember what tone is what.

The mid one, number 1, had no mark, and the other is as you can see in that orange band.

อา, อ่า, อ้า, อ๊า, and อ๋า is probably going to be the same when spelled in English (unless we make something up, like, อา=ah, อ่า=aah) but in Thai, you can see that the mark on top of them is different.

There are also a bunch of things that are relevant, like the way each type of Thai alphabet has its own base(?) tone in itself, making tone marking affect them differently. Ex: low consonant + dead syllable + short sound = rising tone (5) Even though it is written with no mark tone and so looks like it should probably be a mid tone (1), but we are not here for an actual Thai lesson, so you just need to remember that different tone is a thing and different tone = different mening.

Sounds that we use to indicate the tone of the sentence

****This topic isn't really an official and well-organized thing, plus my knowledge and ability to explain are quite limited, so maybe don't see it as a fact but something subjective?

If I put a check mark in the example column, it means it makes sense to put the sound in that row in the blank. Well, at least to me, it makes sense.

A sentence that has some polite words in it doesn't mean that it is in fact polite or that the speaker is being polite and proper. So while Khrap and Ka are polite, people still can and have used them to end a sentence that is so impolite you will get customers yelling for your manager to fire you for saying it.

Some of those sounds can also be paired with other too. For example, Na(4) and Si(2) can be paired with Ka(4) and Khrap(4), as well as a few others, and include each other.

Index

[nicistrying]

Sat 27th April

Well I made it to the weekend although yesterday at work was kind of rough just purely from an anxiety point of view

Got up early to walk Maggie, I needed to get outside. Was a beautiful morning but still v chilly

Matt's mam text him at 7.30am asking to meet us for a walk. I said please no, I've set myself a boundary that I just want one fucking quiet weekend. But they did need to drop his bday presents off. Turned out later that they couldn't meet us for a walk as they needed to help a friend get a tractor out of the mud, thank god, but they came round to 'drop the presents off' and they were here for over an hour. Interrograting about the wedding, wanting us to invite more of their family as a couple of people can't make it etc , bearing in mind I have already ordered place settings and am about to order the table plan so I don't want the guest list to change. Matt said we may invite my maid of honour's parents and his mam came back with 'well they're not really important are they' like excuse me they literally took me in when my mam kicked me out at 16. They took such good care of me when I was in a shitty place. Fuck you 'they're not important'. Now I want to invite them just out of spite.

So that pissed me off straight away. Then it was 'let's get these pies in your freezer, oh god your freezer is so disorganised, the whole thing needs sorted out' like ok i'm sorry I didn't have time to reorganise the fucking freezer on my cleaning spree before you arrived, trying to not give you anything about the house to complain about.

'When are you going to do the escape room with your brothers why are you so disorganised' we're fucking busy! In the next 2 months, we have 3 weekends free and that's before Matt takes his shifts at work for June.

Like please, make me feel even more shit! Please do that! I really need that right now! Just say one fucking nice thing, would that actually kill you?? I complimented his mam's hair and she just went 'meh I don't like it they cut it too short' Just say thank you! Jesus christ

I'm seriously losing patience with them. They seem so pissed that we actually spend time with my family occasionally, as if we should spend every spare second with them. Like no, there are two people in this relationship and we both have family to see. Our entire existence does not revolve around you

Had a nap when they left (it was 11am lmao) and we went for a walk in a park where we used to live and it was lovely and nostalgic. Pets' Corner was open so we went to see the animals - billy goats, pygmy goats, ducks, rabbits, guinea pigs, guinea fowl, lots of sweet little birds, and a beautiful peacock and peahen. This dude was looking particularly handsome today

We got ice creams, and had a lovely walk. I started getting mega anxious on the way back to the car thinking wtf am I going to do when we get home and Matt has to go work on his assignment.. turns out I'm sitting in my pyjamas feeling gross and irritable and sad. He wants us both to go walk Mags but I need to just sit here and decompress I think

[teaseandsqueeze]

My Chubby Boyfriend

You’ve gotten so oblivious since we started dating.

                You’ve been happy. That’s obvious. You can see it on your face, how content you are, how comfortable you’ve gotten. How docile. I’ve been treating you well. And you’ve let me. You’ve allowed me to spoil you, to pamper you. And all that relationship satisfaction has certainly taken a toll. On your mood, on your mental health. Everything has improved.

                Everything, that is, but your weight.

                You’ve sort of ballooned, fat boy. You’ve thickened quite a bit during our time together. You’ve been letting me feed you, as you sit on that widening, pampered ass of yours. Letting me stuff you silly at dinner. Letting me bring you endless snacks, coaxing goodies and treats down your greedy throat, convincing those plump, submissive lips of yours to part for my desserts. You’ve been letting me fill you; not just filling your heart or your mind or your time. But I’ve been filling up your body as well.

                You’ve changed somewhat, fatty. You’ve let all the weight accumulate all over yourself, transforming from that handsome, fit jock I smiled at as I watched him pack away dinner, my own leftovers, and dessert as well. As I sat back, like a fox watching a plump porker fatten himself, knowing your potential, knowing what I could do to you if I put my mind to it.

                And it’s unmistakable now. You’re not a fit, single jock anymore. You’re my dumb, handsome chubber of a boyfriend. A plump boytoy whose mind is filled with the thought of donuts and cupcakes and cookies and pies. All being brought to him on a plate by his loving, doting significant other. By me.

That relationship weight has accumulated all over. Your stomach, once muscular, is now covered in layers of lard, its dough spilling out onto your lap. Your legs covered in fat, fighting to take up space in your chair as you squeeze your enormous ass back so you can play your video games. You’ve gotten uncomfortable, in this new, chubby body of yours. But I do my best to minimize the discomfort, to make sure you don’t have to struggle into those terrible shorts with the button anymore. No, those all burst a while ago. Now, I’ve spoiled you and bought you several pairs of stretchy athletic shorts that leave little room for growth. Packing away your work shirts and button ups and replacing them with stretchy, breathable t-shirts. Shirts that crease under your juicy moobs, that rest above your belly button, exposing your chub. You don’t even notice as I hold a plate of brownies in front of you. As you stuff your face, stupidly, watching your mind-numbing shows and scrolling on your phone. Your double chin highlighting the cuteness of your face, outlining the plumpness where your handsome jawline used to be.

I love showing you off to the world, taking pictures and posting them on social media. “Look how cute my man is, everyone!” I write. While in my mind I think about how much of a pig you are. How you jiggle now, when you step. How your ass cheeks have to shift because your butt has ballooned so big. How your undies ride up between them and you have to tug when you don’t think I’m looking. How we go for walks and you’re always at least a couple steps behind, struggling to keep up with my long, fit legs. I give you lots of belly pats though, bountiful attention, and of course, endless offerings of food! And you  love it…of course you do! Because you’re a fat boy at heart and now, thanks to all my cooking and spoiling and pampering, you’re a fat boy all over. Now, all that chub is mine! That belly is mine to rub! That ass is mine to grab! Those love handles are mine to squeeze! Maybe you’ll go mad from all my poking and prodding, from my teasing. Maybe you’ll lose your mind from all my delicious cooking, the toll it’s taking. But you certainly wont do anything about it. It’s simply too addicting; my cooking, the way it makes you grow…the way I make you feel…

There’s just no hope for you anymore, now, fat boy. So open wide.

[valy-gc]

Chapter 7

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Magic Repairs

As the sun cast long shadows over the grounds, a few more staff members arrived to help you settle in. Each introduced themselves in turn, their personalities as vivid and varied as their Resonances.

The first to step forward was a tanned young man with delicate features and a warm smile. His dark wavy hair shimmered faintly in the evening light, and his eyes sparkled with the kind of mischief reserved for someone who always had a story to tell. “Hello, I’m Liora Scheh,” he introduced himself, bowing slightly. “Lorecraft teacher. My Resonance is with Scheherazade." His hazel eyes sparkled as he added, "I hope to make every student feel like the protagonist of their own tale."

His gaze flicked briefly to Solon, and for a split second, their eyes met, an unspoken understanding passing between them that seemed to linger. You noticed it but didn’t have time to ponder as another figure stepped forward.

“I’m Neige Snowveil,” the next person said, his voice soft yet clear. He looked like a fairytale prince come to life, with skin so pale it was almost luminous, lips as red as rubies, and short, jet-black hair. “I teach Alchemy and Potion. My Resonance is with Snow White.” He smiled gently, a calming presence in the midst of the introductions. Then came a large, muscular man with a booming voice. He had two twitching wofl ears on the head and a wolf tail swung in annoyance behind him.

“Garrick Wolfin,” he announced, standing tall with his arms crossed. His rugged demeanor was offset by a sharp toothy grin. “Most students call me Coach Grizz. I’m the PE teacher, Resonance with the Big Bad Wolf—the Three Little Pigs version, mind you. But I don’t huff and puff houses, nor eat the students.” He chuckled deeply, the sound echoing in the open space.

A figure with a greenish hue and amphibious features stepped forward next, his long, webbed ears twitching slightly. His hands were webbed, and a slender tail with a fin at it’s tip Swept at the ground behind.

“I’m Merrick Tideborn,” he said, his voice rich and resonant. “I teach Aquatic Mastery. I’m a merman—frog type… more of a lakeman, really. My Resonance is with the Frog Prince.” He offered a toothy grin. “Pleased to meet you.”

Lastly, a human man stepped forward with a rat perched on his shoulder. His strawberry-blond hair was tied back in a loose braid, and his laughing eyes twinkled. “Percival Trinket, school shopkeeper at your service.” He tipped an imaginary hat. “Students, staff, anyone can find anything they need in my shop. My Resonance? Pied Piper of Hamelin.”

With introductions complete, the teachers turned their attention to the crumbling house. Neige was the first to act, stepping onto the broken porch.

“MC, right?” he said, addressing you with a gentle smile. “Watch this.”

He raised his right hand, revealing his Artefact Sigil—a glowing apple. With a graceful movement, the Sigil flared to life, its light cascading through his fingers. A soft hum filled the air as tendrils of magic unfurled from his fingertips, wrapping around the porch like delicate ribbons of energy. The decayed wood shimmered under the spell, its surface smoothing and mending as cracks vanished and splinters knitted back together. Within moments, the entire structure gleamed as though newly built, its polished surface catching the sunlight.

Neige turned to you with a warm smile. “See? Fixing this place will be a breeze !” Rustan, standing nearby, crossed his arms and nodded. “Might even have some space out here for a garden,” he said. “If you’re interested, I can help clear part of the yard. Maybe grow some flowers or veggies.”

The staff began to cast spells, each taking a section of the dilapidated building.

Liora moved to the front of the house, his Artefact Sigil glowing softly in his hand. With a calm, fluid motion, magic surged outward and swept across the walls. Deep cracks sealed themselves, and missing bricks reformed seamlessly as golden energy moved in precise lines over the surface, repairing it with efficiency and grace.

Merrick took his position near the side. A single motion of his hand sent magic coursing along the grime-covered walls. Layers of dirt and neglect peeled away, revealing the original vibrant colors of the structure beneath. The restored sections gleamed clean, as though they had never aged.

Coach Grizz stepped forward, rolling his shoulders before extending his hand. His Artefact Sigil glowed with a steady light, and with a simple gesture, massive beams lifted into the air. The timbers aligned themselves perfectly, slotting into place with a satisfying thud. The coach’s magic handled the weight and precision effortlessly, adding strength to the repaired structure.

Percival focused on the finishing touches. With a flick of his fingers, small details began to appear: delicate gilded edges along the window frames and charming patterns subtly etched into the wooden railings. The final touch was a smaller carved trap above the front door, like a smaller door just for Fibble.

Fibble, perched on your shoulder, muttered dryly, "This really is starting to look like a renovation show. If this turns into a reality spin-off, I’m not signing any contracts."

The repairs took time, with each teacher’s magic blending seamlessly into the next. By the end, the house stood proud—a Victorian masterpiece with a freshly repaired garden to match.

Solon clapped you on the shoulder. "Come on, let’s take a look inside."

Inside, the house was... empty. Starkly so. The once vibrant interior had been stripped bare, leaving behind only echoes of what it could become.

Solon took a step forward, his Artefact Sigil glimmering faintly at his wrist.

"We’ll make this place livable again," he said with a small smile, glancing at you. "Percival, why don’t you handle the furnishing? Put it all on my tab."

Percival’s eyes lit up as he smirked.

"You’ve got it, boss. Furniture, decorations, food—you name it." He turned to you with a playful wink. "Don’t hold back on the requests. First order’s on Solon."

"Just the necessities," Solon interjected firmly, placing a hand gently on your head. His fingers ruffled your hair briefly before he pulled back.

The gesture was casual, almost paternal, but it didn’t go unnoticed. Liora’s hazel eyes lingered on the interaction for a fraction of a second longer than expected. His expression flickered—something between curiosity and approval—before a practiced smile slipped back into place.

"I’m sure it’ll be perfect," Liora added smoothly, his voice warm, though his gaze remained subtly focused on Solon.

Curious, you asked why there is a kitchen if there’s a cafeteria. It was an old house, made for a family, but would it really be useful now?

Merrick laughed heartily, his tail swishing. “Students are encouraged to cook if they can or want to. All dorms have kitchens. Most students prefer taking breakfast and dinner at their dorms or snacks from Percival’s shop. The cafeteria’s mainly for lunch.”

The conversation was interrupted by Garrick’s gruff voice. "So, what’re we doing about the magicless student?" He gestured at you, his eyes sharp and expectant.

Solon’s tone didn’t waver. "They’ll follow classes like everyone else, minus the magical aspects."

Fibble interjected with a snide chuckle. "Magicless? Speak for yourself !" He puffed out his small chest, wings twitching. "I can do magic. No Artefact Sigil, sure, but who needs Resonance?"

He shot you a sideways glance, smirking.

"I’ll handle the magic part. We’ll be one student at two."

Solon clapped his hands together, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Perfect. It’s settled, then. Percival, makes sure to get them at least a bed before night. MC, Fibble, you will be in class 1-A. I will bring you the schedule tomorrow morning."

Fibble rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath as the others began to disperse. "Two minds, one headache. This should be fun."

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