#pizza tower puffy

[tower-of-dreams]

✨Tower of Dreams Cast (2)✨

✨Letterman & Swan Flake✨

Letterman is the mailman of the tower, having similarities with Mercury, Roman God and Messenger! On his free time he draws on a giant canvas in his studio. With a magical paintbrush that can get color with any tone and saturation of color known.

Flake is the most famouse ballet dancer in the tower. Her favorite piece being the "Swan Lake". She also has performed "Romeo and Juliet", "The Nutcracker" and "Cinderella". She has the ability of flying and floating like a feather.

✨Gustavo, Muffy & Brick✨

These three somehow ended up in Peppino and Trix's dreams. Gustavo is almost the same but for some reason he now has zoolingualism powers, being able to communicate with Brick and The Virtues!

Muffy seems to be a Shepherd who works along with Vigert and Patricia in the Meadows of Chamomille, Herding the Cloudies and making sure there are 100 of them. She has

Brick is some sort of pegasus rat (? She would trade you a cloudy ride through the sky if you give her a good portion of Moon Cheese! She's still the loyal best friend of Gus and Muffy ✨

✨The Caretaker and

The Caregiver✨

Vigert Lantte is the main protector and heir of the Meadows of Chamomille. Previously belonging to his grandfather and now inherited to him and his wife, Patricia. They are often seen wandering on the meadows, Watering the flowers, Fertilizing and harvesting fruit for the tower to commercialize. He's the sweetest guy around and will lead you through the meadow, telling you the stories of the tower. He's very strong and agile. He will do anything to protect the meadow, his wife and whoever is in danger.

Patricia Creampuff is Vigert's wife. She takes care of the Ethereal Fruit Patch. She carries around a scepter that contains healing powers. If you ended up injured (which is less likely), she will heal your wounds and take care of you, heading to her house. She has a motherly vibe and manner with everybody.

✨The Virtues✨

These 5 little adorable babies are the seen around the tower playing and wandering around. Instead of being trapped in cages, you have to collect them with each puzzle you complet in a level. (5 puzzles, 5 virtues). They are friendly and cuddly!

✨Next to be presented: Noise, Twila, Noisette, Fake Peppino, Fake Trix, Snotty.✨

Flake & Muffy owned by @sisi-chan-draws, and also idea for The Virtues by her! ✨

[marclef]

hello i'm alive still. mostly done with Artfight (maybe like 1 or 2 more drawings), so here's some Fake Pep sprites i've been meaning to draw for a while. i love this perfectly-shaped creature 🤗❤

(wait don't eat that- 💧)

[jav-animations]

"Reference Sheets"/Doodles of Puffy and Truffy!!! Also, haven't told you but Puffy also has a ship, I ship her with Vigi 💜

I really love these two, and I shall make more about them cuz ... My babies!! 💜💕

Also the fact that I treat all my OC's as my children even if some of them are older than me, idk, it's kinda funny I guess hehehe X'3

Aaaaand... I may have clarified myself with the ages of each one! With Trix i already stated before that she's 39 years old! But... Puffy is 45 years old and Truffy is 19 years old! ✨

I will make one for Trix and Sofi aswell! Hope you like these :D

[puffycloud2]

suger spiree

(Me and my brother voice acted this 😭)

I'll make a part two at 25-30 notes 😤

[allarrxd]

ART FOR @awakenthebeing !! I love Piepoe a lot! I think if Styx wasn't so shy and withdrawn, he clearly befriended Piepoe!

[hopalongfairywren]

HElllo hi i heard you were willing to ramble about egg lore? (<- knows nothing about egg lore but somehow ended up writing a fic about the egg and i need to pay for my sins)

Oh boy. Where do we fucking BEGIN! (This answer will be late and probably go on so many side tangents) Alright, so I'm just gonna recap the "smaller" events leading up to and surrounding the early part of the egg lore first. The Egg arc was so long I could probably make several long posts JUST for recapping the general events that happened in roughly chronological order as well as important tidbits to the egg lore. That's assuming either the ADHD spurred motivation fuel I'm running on while writing this doesn't dry up, or that I get the kind of motivation to write more posts this long from other asks like this. I'll also try to do more seperate posts on the more lore analysis-y side of the egg arc. So like how the egg's story was impacted on a more meta scale by the way the dsmp's story over all was being played out at the time by its' creators, the implications of its existance in both dsmp fanon and canon... IF I'm motivated to that is.

The Egg arc began when c!Badboyhalo found the "egg" in his statue room, which he was digging out to make way from the Dreamon Hunters (totally different lore plot, but that's for another niche dsmpblr blog) He soon showed it to c!Sam and c!Dream, and for context those two had been terraforming a part of the SMP close by the Badlands and therefore the statue room in order for Sam to complete the giant mega prison Dream had hired him to construct.

Bad was immediately drawn to the "egg" (which was called that because of it's shape and not because at that point it was confirmed the thing was an egg), where as both Dream and Sam were immediately weirded out by Bad's sudden affinity for it and the own bad vibes it gave off to both of them. Shortly after leaving the statue room, they spotted red vines growing by first by Hutt's Pizza - and then shortly after at Bad and Skeppy's mansion. This was extra concerning because they reasoned no player could have spread those growths up there on the surface, to those two different locations, in the time they were all down in the cave. This creeped Dream out enough he tried to manually remove the growth at the pizza place. This caused Bad to become agressive and he attacked Dream for 'hurting it', reasoning that the vines were beautiful. And it spread even more rapidly after that, with red vines being spotted growing around Jschlatt's grave, even on the Power Tower in L'manberg. Bad became even more attached to the egg and it's various offshoots, even nicknaming the egg "baby".

At this point most people on the server who interacted with the egg were, understandably were uncomfortable with the rapid spread of the vines and Bad's weird devotion to it. (Execptions to that being c!Puffy, c!Ponk and c!Antfrost who agreed with him) Bad and Ant eventually both started hearing voices from the egg, commanding them to spread the vines even further, while Puffy also started exhibiting the extreme fawning and obsession over the egg at that point. (She nicknamed it Eggy) Bad and Ant actively started spreading the vines; at c!Punz's tower and Sam's base. They also started urging other people to follow them back to where the Egg's main structure was, presumably in order to persuade more people over to becoming obsessed with said Egg. Sam tried putting a stop to this by trying to move the egg's structure physically, but he was stopped by Bad and Ant. The conflict was broken up when Punz came over, and remarked that he found the egg strange but "ultimately harmless." (Punz later elaborated that he was actually neutral on the egg and leaning towards viewing it as a potential threat, but to avoid direct conflict just wanted to see how everything would unfold. He also refused a proposal from Sam to fight Bad and Ant should the need arise.) Ponk was yet another case of someone initially opposing the egg but coming to view it favoriably. He had seemingly mixed opinions for a while, admiring the beauty of the vines but also being creeped out by the degree of devotion Bad, Ant and Puffy were showing to the egg over all. Ponk Eventually went to visit the Egg's main room and actually touched it. Like Bad and Ant, he reported hearing the egg make audible noises. Unlike Sam and Ant, he did not apperantly hear distinct words but rather "growling". Overtime, Ponk started referring to the egg as beautiful as well. Also he too began pushing for Sam to "join the egg" Leaving off here, with the next post (if it happens) being on the canonical timeline of events leading to most of the egg's followers disinfecting at that point, until probably the establishment of the proper eggpire. And then the red banquet of course gets it's own special post.

[anamelessfool]

Papa's Metamorphosis (pt 2)

An Interactive Adventure (hashtag #papas metamorphosis) Part 1

One morning, as Papa Emeritus IV wakes from anxious dreams, he discovers that in bed he had been changed into a tiny, evil little doll.

Hahaha, please I am just razzing you. It's the Dungeon Master in me. (And these options will come up again) OK, enjoy part 2. And Vote on what happens next. CW: Drug References

Onward to the Ghoul Den

Papa takes a small comfort in the fact that despite his predicament, his rats still recognize him. Two of his favorites waddle up to the side of their cage, rubbing their nose against his outstretched felt nub hand. It’s oddly heartwarming to see them at the size of small ponies. Worst case scenario if he never figures this all out he can at least literally cuddle pile with his rats at this scale. “Stay strong for me, my little potatoes,” Papa soothes, more to himself than anything. “I’m sorry your breakfast will have to wait.”

Papa steels himself with a fortifying breath, preparing for the journey ahead. His ghouls would know what to do. And would probably not laugh at him for whatever he looked like right now. He slips out of his rooms and into the hallway, flattening himself against the walls to avoid detection as he scurries towards the ghoul den. Luckily the ghouls lived downstairs and therefore he could simply throw himself down the steps, bouncing stupidly the whole way and remain relatively unharmed. Upstairs would be a tough climb stair by stair but Papa does what always has and looks on the bright side. The ghouls will immediately solve all his problems painlessly and he would emerge from this situation completely unscathed and able to climb stairs with ease.

Naturally.

Papa knew ghouls are nocturnal but as far as he was concerned this was an emergency situation that warranted an urgent wake up call. He’s now in front of their rooms in the basement of the ministry, preparing himself for one of the most impossible challenges he’s yet faced in his life: opening their heavy front door.

He gets a running start from across the hall, slamming his body against the door. He bounces back and skitters across the floor, the door still shut. Cazzo. He rubs his head and tries again, putting his weight into it and again he flies back, gasping.

As he dusts himself off and swears, his rats come to mind. He knows rats can squeeze under a place as long as their skulls can fit. They're very collapsible and resilient. He eyes the crack under the ancient door. It's quite large now that he looks at it. He presses his head in his hands, then holds them out to measure. Yes, he could do it.

And so Papa maneuvers his head under the door, and his plush body compresses as he slides through, groaning through gritted teeth as he forces himself through the vice made by the door and the floor. But he’s through. It worked. He makes a mental note to never do any major upgrades to the Ministry as long as he’s Frater Imperator. They really don’t make shitty, drafty doors like they used to.

All at once Papa is hit with the strong, pissy herbal scent of cannabis in the air, and he hopes it doesn’t leech into his stuffing. Merde, these ghouls need to get a grip, he thinks. Their common area is relatively clean except for several empty pizza boxes stacked beside the sagging couch. There’s a few towering water pipes and empty soda bottles on the coffee table. Papa sees three of his ghouls distorted through all the glassware, dozing across each other on the couch: Swiss Ghoul, Mountain Ghoul, and Aurora Ghoul.

“Ghouls! Ghouls!” yells Papa as loud as he can. “My Ghouls!”

Swiss blinks his puffy red eyes several times, assessing and reassessing his vision. Copia bounces in place by the couch, muttering the whole time. Swiss regards the mess on the coffee table, coughs, then taps the other ghouls awake. They all slowly come back to life, rubbing their heads.

“Am I seeing this?” Aurora asks, swiping at the air. Papa jumps back, narrowly missing her claws. “Like…is this guy real?”

“This is the wrong shit to be seeing tiny people with, Rory,” mutters Swiss. “Yeah. This thing is real.”

“Erm, this eh, thing, is your Papa,” sputters Papa. “Copia. Your summoner. You, uh…have to help me?”

“Holy shit he’s small.” Aurora Ghoul is shaking, drawing her knees up to her chest. “Or am I big? Am I like, super big now? Hoooly shit, guys—”

“Rory, stop being dramatic,” Mountain says, still leaned back on the couch. “You had like, half a puff of this. Honestly.”

Copia attempts to climb the coffee table, but the smooth wood legs slip under his little felt hands. “Don’t you ghouls em, know magic? You know…spells?”

The three ghouls exchange glances. They silently decide Mountain is the one articulate enough to break the bad news to their Dark Master. “Well…did you specify we’d be able to do magic? When you summoned us?”

“I don’t…” Papa frowns, stamping a little foot on the rug. “Listen, it’s not that important right now! Do you know spells or not?”

”I mean…thing about magic is, you gotta be real specific,” Swiss adds, with a shrug and a phlegmy green cough. “That’s kinda its whole bag. You wanted musicians and uh…well, you got ones.”

”With all the musical talents of Satan himself,” Aurora Ghoul adds with pride. “And I’m pretty good at making cocktails.”

“She really is good,” says Mountain.

“But that was that bartending course I did during off season, nothing magical about that.”

Papa feels the vibration of heavy, sleepy footfalls arriving from the bedrooms and Cumulus appears, bleary eyed and wearing a massive purple silk sleep bonnet. She already begins her tirade against the noisy ghouls as she enters the main room, crossing it to get to the fridge. “What the fuck are you going on about? I swear if you bought more of that gas station weed again—”

Swiss tosses his arm at her. “No, no, that was a single stupid mistake!”

“Yeah we test it all on Phantom first now,” says Aurora.

Cumulus rips open the fridge and removes the carton of orange juice, snatching a clean glass from the counter. “Yeah well, about that…” She is mid-pour when her eyes land on Copia standing by the coffee table and waving his little felt arms. Her face falls into a mask of confusion, and for a few seconds she forgets her glass is full and juice splatters across the floor. “Do we have…pests?”

“It’s me!” cries Papa. He hops up and down, attempting a friendly smile. “I’ve been cursed!”

“He’s been cursed, ‘Lus,” Mountain says helpfully.

Cumulus Ghoul places her glass on the counter, her brow furrowed, her head slowly tilting in bewilderment. There’s a tense silence as she studies the paraphenalia scattered across the coffee table, then her packmates, and then the impossibly tiny version of her boss fretting on the shag rug. She blinks, once.

“I’m going back to bed.”

And she does.

“You all are just….just!” Papa crosses his arms. “A real em—drag!”

“Sorry, Papa,” says Swiss. “That's fucked up. That's a total bummer, man.”

“You want to retrace your steps or something?” Mountain suggests.

“No, certainly not!” Papa is incensed and in his mind he’s done with these ghouls. He marches through the common room, his thin felt legs flailing in a determined and irritated goose step. “I'm looking for ghouls with er— brains! Some common sense!”

He reaches the hallway with its bathroom and three adjacent dorm rooms for the rest of his dark army. Certainly not all of them are lazy degenerates, Papa thinks as he adjusts the tiny hat on his head. One of them at least would have a good head on their shoulders…

Your vote contributes to how this story goes. As for the "Other" option I have a right to pick and chose what works for me personally. This story is PG-13.

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[alicebrightstar]

Maki Doughnuts The Cookie Doughnut Chef!

(Any pronouns)

Info about maki in the more section:

- likes to cook and bake in her own kitchen

- is afraid of the dark and heights

(Gets scared easily)

- is really talkative and kind to some and super supportive

- loves teaching people how to bake/cooked

- favorite food is waffles, pancakes and French toasts (get it because funny waffles song?)

- is really sporty and super active

- gives people really encouraging words

- their birthday is the 9th of November

- bigender + pan

- autistic + adhd + anxiety

- he’s a good and fast runner and is fast at things!

- if she’s was human, she will be a Afro latino that has big blonde puffy braids (that looks like his cookie dough hair but more fluffy) and their nationality will probably be Puerto Rican with a mix of England (not too sure about this one)

- he can’t be baked or burned and most spices don’t effect him too much

- he was accidentally created by a witch and calls her grandmama (the witch didn’t mean to put magic on the weird shape cookie dough that can’t be baked at all)

- she’s has no idea when the elevator come from and how it happened but he sure loves to teach new people from the elevator of how to bake/cook

- she was first got into this regretevator when she got invited by a long time best friend of his, Candace to a place she never went to before in a form of a note that featured a map at the back side, after trying to follow the map, she, for some reason, got lost into this weird dark world with lights and sides and there was a elevator but also he got voices in his head and that’s how he end up in this place! (The floor he got lost to was the The outside)

- Maki has never see the npc’s from regretevator before due to him not seeing them but also in a floor when you only get to his floor by not having npc in the elevator, if he does meet the npcs early on, that will break the canon event of maki and will broke the world

- his past canon event was to save his business to not get destroyed by a evil king and it’s 7 sin masters but also save a old long time best friend from at the top of the tower (wow just like pizza towe-)

Now.. for the floor he will appear in!

So I made this floor up from the back of my head and I want to share you all about this floor, so in this floor you have to cooked/baked to get a perfect score, think of this as cooking mama, if you done it really well and perfect, maki will give you a special food that maki made that when you eat/drink it, it gives you 100 healing and the food is infinity! If you made the food kinda okay, not too much, maki still gives you food but it will be limited and disappear if you eat/drink it tho it gives you 100 healing once’s you eat it. If you don’t do it right or you made it awful, maki won’t give you anything since you did a bad job but maki still thanks you for trying

The floor name will be "cooking at the kitchen!" Or "cooking with Maki!"

Ingame, they will be fully voice when you first get to her floor but also she one of the few npcs that can interact with the player with her voice

Maki can’t not enter the elevator

[skullsnbruises]

☀️INTRO +

MASTERLIST☀️

Hello all the lovey creatures of the sfw g/t and vore community, we are the Sunny System! We collectively go by he/him and Sunny or Skulls. We are aroace, and vore is a completely nonsexual thing, and everything on this blog will be safe. Do NOT follow if you are a nsfw blog.

It’s nice to meet everyone again, and I hope everyone reading has a nice day!

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Tags we use:

# mcyt vore , # mcyt g/t , # dsmp vore , # dsmp g/t , # g!(character) or # t!(character)

# posts by Sunny is now used for us to navigate our own posts, # sunnys art is for art, and # sunnys fics is for fics

(^ Just send a message if you’d like to be on a taglist!)

Vore is not tagged with # vore tw anymore because it was hard to remember, block the above tags or me if you don’t want to see them ^^

Fandom List (we don’t necessarily have art or fics for each fandom. Autism be dammed, we can only focus on one interest at a time):

Minecraft

Dream SMP

QSMP

Hermitcraft

Life Series

New Life SMP

Invader Zim

Undertale

Deltarune

My Little Pony

Bugsnax (check @/nomsnax)

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Poppy Playtime

Villainous

Cuphead

Hilda

Wander Over Yonder

Pizza Tower

Bugbo

Cryptid Crush

AU Masterlist (* at the end indicated vore):

Noms are Weird/NAW AU* (mcyt) ( # noms are weird au ) Tom’s AU in which SBI are a mix of giants and tinies, and there’s a complex relationship to vore with each person [post]

Mini You’s AU (mcyt) ( # mini yous au ) Our AU in which Wilbur is sent a package full of sentient replicas of his many personas/characters [ao3] [1] [2] [3] [4]

My Friend in the Geode AU (dsmp) ( # my friend in the geode au ) in which Skeppy is a rare species called a Gem, and is found by Badboyhalo and Puffy. [post]

Feline Fine AU (mcyt) ( # feline fine au ) in which Wilbur is a catshifter adopted by Tommy. [ao3] [1]

Niki’s Bakery (mcyt) ( # nikis bakery au ) in which g!niki runs a bakery serving tinies to giants.

Misc./Extra/Oneshots:

Lukewarm Cocoa* (dsmp) (Niki’s bakery) oneshot of g!niki and t!jack [ao3] [post]

definitely not a little portal au comic by Tom* (mcyt/dsmp) [post]

Off the Path* oneshot of naga!Tubbo and human Ranboo (mcyt) [ao3] [post]

My Daughter, Safe Forever* oneshot of g!slime and t!flippa [ao3] [post]

As the Sun Sets* oneshot (for now) of g!chayanne and t!philza, t!tallulah [ao3] [post]

Sleepwalker* oneshot of g!Ranboo and t!wilbur, t!tubbo, t!tommy, t!philza, t!techno [ao3] [post]

The Voices Demand Vore* oneshot of g!techno and t!tommy [ao3] [post]

Prove Me Wrong* oneshot of g!jack and t!niki [ao3] [post]

[thelinnmiser]

WOW! @maple-chaos LIKE MY CONTENT?!

(I Had Never Had Somebody From The Pizza Tower Fandom That Isn't Sapphire Or Puffy That Like My Post That Aren't Other Users But The Creator Of Canadian Pizza Tower?! This Is One Good Day Today!)

[runningwriteon]

Found a real blast from the past! Back in my Cartoon Network days, I was obsessed with all things Teen Titans. I even created the tagline: "Truth. Justice. Pizza." or "Fighting for Truth, Justice and the Last Slice of Pizza" if you're not into the whole brevity thing.

I could not wait to see the Puffy AmiYumi video for the theme song. When it came in... I was, let's say... underwhelmed. There were some cool visuals for sure! There was also a scene where they slowly brushed each other's hair with all the energy of a dog falling asleep after eating too much turkey. So I requested the raw footage and re-edited it into this video. This is the version that played on Cartoon Network - along with some cutdowns into a :60 and :30 version. No big surprise, but my boy Slade plays a giant part in this version. I think we got Titans Tower in there a bunch more times too. Hot damn, is this show good. With the advent of youtube, the original "hairbrush" version is the one mostly seen on the internet. Very happy I stumbled across my cut today. It's been a long time since I've seen it.

[jav-animations]

-`• Dance Tower AU girls!!

Soooo... After finally having some time to draw something, I found out about this cool Pizza Tower AU created by @alextydaisuda123!

And i thought to myself: Yoooo, i gotta make my dear Wea Tower girls in this AU! So here you go!!

Trix Empanada🌀

Her dance style is Jumpstyle! I wanted to give her something similar to Peppino's! And since I've recently found out about Jumpstyle, I thought... Trix is perfect for this!! Most of her attacks on her OG version are using her legs, so Jumpstyle is perfect for her! She goes for the most neutral paced Jumpstyle rather than the hardstyle one though! She likes to do friendly dance offs with Peppino 💜

Facts: She loves to performance at night cuz her clothes, accesories, the little tinted highlight on her hair, and sneakers glow in the dark! She looks like a dancing fluorescent star~. She dances to forget about her past and problems! Like a coping method!

Patty Creampuff (Puffy)🍒

Her dance style is Waltz. She mixes this with a lot of Chlorokinesis (Nature Manipulation) and with dramatic elements and movements. (She's heavily inspired and based off Dancetale Toriel as you can observe lol)

Facts: When she turns around, she makes flowers appear, similar to Isabel from Encanto! Also she can control large vines, depending on the drama level of her movements and performance!

Truffles the Cavalier 💜

Her dance style is Pom Dance. Or also known as Cheerleading. I know I haven't posted or shown you much about her (also with Puffy) but I'll put you in context. She is basically Amy Rose's Sonic for Snick. (Without the obsession and stalking fanon personality that the fandom made up about her of course-) She's Snick's Cheerleader and GF! In here, she's the main leader of a Cheerleading team! She also mixes a bit of Hip-Hop in her Cheerleading stunts!

Facts: Her pom-poms can glow too!! Since Snick doesn't have an official dance style, let's say, for now, that she is still his cheerleader in every race he performs ✨

Fake Trix (Sofi) 🐱

Her dance style is Shuffle! A bit similar to Hip-hop and Jumpstyle but more loose and faster! Since Sofi is agile like a cat, Shuffle is perfect for her! I thought about giving her Hardstyle Jumpstyle but i thought... "Wait... Shuffle! YES, THAT'S IT!" And... That happened lol

Facts: The OG Fake Trix was going to be some kind of Circus entity, and the boss fight was gonna be circus themed. In that matter, Sofi's style would have been something circus themed too! But naaaah. Also, her glowing sneakers were gifted to her by Trix! And she loves to use them! It motivates her to dance more often!

Soooooo, yeah, that's all i have! Honestly it's a big relief to be able to finally post something after all! I hope y'all like this a lot! Bye bye!

[spanta2ra]

instagram life

(Profile Picture - Updated): Fakey-bakey smile plastered on, teeth whiter than Arctic snow, eyes sparkling like diamonds (probably contacts), hair sculpted like it was photoshopped on, clothes are knock-offs from the flea market, background is the Eiffel Tower (obviously fake), angled just right so you can't see the double chin, lighting like they hired the sun as a personal photographer, skin smoother than a baby elephant's butt, wrinkle-free, blemish-free, mole-free, totally and utterly fake.

(24/7 Stories - Non-stop Broadcasting): Breakfast on a rented villa balcony, latte art with a heart-shaped foam, avocado toast that's clearly leftover from yesterday, fried egg with a yolk that busted, tropical fruits arranged just for the picture, gym time (empty, just for the story), weightlifting with plastic dumbbells, fake sweat sprayed on, victory smile (more like a cry for help), brand-name workout clothes (fake, of course), fancy car (hourly rental), light traffic (in their dreams), happy music (that's actually grating), inspirational quotes (plagiarized from Paulo Coelho), sunset pic (orange filter #7), peaceful beach (Kish Island – the most crowded place ever), dinner at a fancy restaurant (ordered pizza), expensive food (tastes like dirt), colorful drink (industrial juice with artificial flavors), loud laughter (sound cut off in the story), beautiful friends (all filtered to oblivion), no sadness (total lie), no problems (ha ha), no loneliness (just for the story).

(Comments - All Phony Baloney): "OMG gorgeous!" "Amazing!" "So jealous!" "Your success is blinding the haters!" "Liked a million times!" "Purple heart!" "Clapping emoji that makes no sound!" "Follow request from spam ad accounts!" "Direct message ads promising overnight riches!"

(Reality Behind the Curtain - Leaked): Ear-splitting alarm clock, face puffy and swollen, coffee bitterer than poison, dry bread drier than the Sahara, hellish traffic, stress about to explode, crowded gym (full of sweaty people), light weights (can barely lift them), real sweat with the aroma of onions, forced smile (obviously faking it), old, worn-out clothes, beat-up bus with broken seats, depressing music (making things worse), hopeless quotes (from cheesy self-help books), cloudy sky (always cloudy), dark room (always dark), lonely dinner (fried egg on cheap flatbread), cheap food (past its expiration date), simple drink (tap water), heavy silence (deafening), imaginary friends (all fake), full of sadness (to the brim), full of problems (forever), full of loneliness (until the end of time).

(Ending - In a Commercial Voice): Follow! Like! Comment! Live the fake life! Or just... pretend... and laugh at yourself! :))))

[ladyfly]

Coochie In A Can

Trust me. This is good. Smut.

As soon as you had entered the Daycare on your day off Sun and Moon had ushered you up to the tower. They had laid you in the softest blankets. They provided you with food and water. As soon as you finish eating and drinking they are on you. Groping you everywhere they can reach and kissing every inch of flesh. You notice something as the day goes on. Both bots seem to be collecting the juices from your cunt.

They bring you to orgasm after orgasm. They appear to be on a mission of some sort. Moon rubs your puffy clit in tight circles with his vibrating fingers. Sun sits between your legs collecting your juice. You want to ask about it but every time you try they share a look.

Sun stuffs your needy cunt with one of his fingers "Let us take care of you sunshine." You smile at him and open your mouth to say something.

Moon huffs and shoves his fingers in your mouth "If you think you can talk we aren't doing a good enough job."

Sun adds two more fingers "Get her clit Moon. Wanna have her squirt."

Moon nods and covers your clit with two fingers. He gives a chuckle as his fingers vibrate violently "Great idea. Be ready to catch it."

Sun nods turning to pick something up. Again you want to ask about it but it's quickly squashed as you squirt cumming hard on Sun's fingers.

Moon excitedly asks "Do we have enough?"

Sun hums "Considering this is... what the ninth time our starling has cum. Not to mention all the slick we have." He hums in thought. "If we add water we should be fine."

Moon drums his fingers on your lower abdomen "Should? Better get at least one more then."

Sun giggles "On boy! This is so much fun! I can't wait for tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow?" You manage out between breaths.

Sun turns his attention to you and offers you a bottle of water "Oh you don't need to worry about that sunshine. That's for Moon and I! You just rest for now. We want to get you to cum one more time."

Moon rubs your cheek "Can you be a good girl and do that for us pretty thing?"

Sun practically slams his fingers into you rocking you up and down on Moon's fingers. The combined effort throws you over the edge one final time and you cum with a roar. Your vision crackles with fireworks before you pass out.

The next day you wake up refreshed. Sometime during the night either Sun or Moon had bathed you. After breakfast you got ready for your shift. Mysteriously you didn't see Sun or Moon all morning. It wasn't until half an hour before the Daycare opened that they appeared.

Everything was normal until lunchtime. You saw Sun sharing a can of something with Moon. Whatever it was they seemed to enjoy it greatly.

You approached them and smiled "What are you drinking?"

Sun glanced at Moon and Moon nodded. Sun beamed at you before glancing around. The kids were distracted with pizza.

Sun leaned in and whispered "Coochie in a can."

You blinked "What?"

Moon nodded "Yep. Coochie in a can."

You squinted at them "And what is that?"

Sun shook his head "It's exactly what it sounds like."

Moon points to you then the can "It's YOUR coochie in a CAN."

You pause as your brain catches up with you "Wait... WHAT?!"

All day yesterday they had collected your juices. They mixed it with water and put it in a can. Now they are just casually drinking a can of your pussy juice in the middle of the daycare like it's ambrosia from the gods. Your face flushes scarlet.

[kpforpresident]

7 and 22… separately lol

This is cheeky, anon 

Ok, two for the price of one 

To shut them up (NY AU)

Clarke hides her smile in her textbook as green eyes flare at her in exasperation behind a stack of seven books, each thicker than the last, all with law related titles emblazoned on the spines. 

“Clarke, you’re going to get me kicked out,” Lexa hisses in exasperation, tapping her pencil against the dark lacquered wood with a petulant frown. A silver haired librarian looks at them menacingly from across the room, a bony finger holding her place in her novel as she glares at the couple, tucked into a darkened corner of the quiet room. 

This area of the library is quiet, save for the two of them. At 10 p.m. on a Friday, Clarke is shocked the law library is open, period. Clarke scoots closer, wincing slightly at the screech her chair makes as she drags it over the worn wooden floors to sit closer to her frazzled girlfriend. 

Lexa’s eyes narrow at each inch that Clarke creeps closer, the pirated Columbia sweater that she had stolen when Lexa had gotten into law school tucked securely around her hands as she cozies into the familiar, spiced scent of the fabric. 

She peers at Lexa, making her eyes as liquid and pleading as possible. Lexa looks back, unimpressed, as she flips pointedly through the top textbook. 

“Babe, the whole purpose of me coming here was to pick you up, so we could go home,” Clarke complains petulantly, letting her bottom lip stick out as far as she possibly could force it.

“You told me to come get you at ten, that there was no way on God’s green earth that you had more than seven hours of work to do!” She whispers harshly, jabbing an accusing finger at Lexa. Clarke glances over at the librarian as she does so, mindful to keep her accusations down to a dull roar so as not to aggravate their keeper. 

“Babyyyyyy.” She drags out the word as she presses in close to Lexa, her nose crowding into the apple of Lexa’s cheek. 

“Clarke,” Lexa whispers back distractedly as she bends her head to scratch down another note in her methodical, neat handwriting. 

“Lexa,” Clarke hisses again, her hand closing around Lexa’s wrist. Lexa drops her pen willingly as she folds her hands, waiting politely for Clarke to finish her sentence. Four years of dating had taught her that Clarke was nothing if not tenacious. 

“Lex, I want to go home and I want you to come with me. I got that seasonal beer you like. I want to walk back to the apartment and order that great pizza place we found with the really puffy crust and lots of sauce, and then i want to go to bed and fu-”

Lexa, eyes widening in alarm as Clarke’s voice carried across the silent room and the librarian puffed up in premature furey, slung her hand around Clarke’s neck to slam their lips together. 

Clarke relaxed into the kiss, eyes slamming shut as she moved in to deepen it. Lexa, having kept one eye on the very angry book guardian, pulled away with another soft peck as she hastily shoved her books in her backpack, scrambling to pack everything away before Clarke started up again.  

Clarke lets a small, victorious smile spread across her face as she is tugged out of the library. She even gives a little wave to the extremely unimpressed librarian as they spring out into the brisk April night. 

/////

In a rush of adrenaline - takes place after the in anger prompt

Clarke flat out sprints through Polis, pointedly ignoring the raised eyebrows and side eyes that she gets when people see Wanheda running through the city, straight for the tower. 

She had dropped her bow and arrow as soon as she saw the tower light a golden flame, the first sign that Lexa had finally arrived home, abandoning her training with the Natblidas with a hastily shouted apology as she had turned and ran. Aden’s laughter had floated after her as she had scrambled to leave the training ring, vaulting over the short wall when her fingers wouldn’t cooperate to undo the latch. 

Tearing through the main hall, Clarke almost bowls over a very unimpressed, mud soaked Indra in her haste to reach their chambers in the higher floors of the tower. 

“Indra, hi,” Clarke pants as she bends double, clutching a stitch in her side as she tries to breathe through the pain. “Lexa- where-”

Indra cuts off her pathetic panting with a slight eye roll as she points a dented sword towards the stairwell that leads to Clarke and Lexa’s chambers. Clarke narrowly avoids colliding with a very surprised kitchen maid as she runs for the starwell, beginning the climb up to their rooms. 

Halfway through her climb, Clarke suddenly remembers the merits of the elevator and rides the last few stories up to their room with energy running rampant through her skin, foot tapping impatiently as the lift slowly makes its way up. 

Lexa had been gone for over three weeks in what was meant to be a routine border dispute and Clarke had missed her. 

Clarke bursts through the door without so much as an acknowledgement to both Cadok and Ryder, who once again stand guard at their bedroom doors. They had gone with Lexa on her expedition, despite her wishes that they stay to protect Clarke in Lexa’s absence. Clarke had strenuously objected, arguing that the Nightbloods and the entirety of the tower staff were more than enough protection, along with the rotating guard that followed her covertly when Heda was away. She tolerated it, if only for Lexa’s piece of mind. 

Lexa stops mid sentence from where she is quietly conversing with Titus, lips turning up in a shadow of a smile when she notices Clarke vibrating impatiently in the silhouette of the door. She dismisses Titus with a flick of her fingers, already moving towards Clarke as the doors swing shut behind her Flamekeeper. Lexa’s bright eyes sparkle behind the mask of her warpaint as she reaches for Clarke, but Clarke is already lunging for her.

Their lips meet in a practiced dance, slotting together as Clarke blinks back hot tears as she squeezes Lexa tighter than she ever thought possible, burying her head into her shoulder as she revels in the feeling of her houmon back in her arms. 

Lexa tolerated the manhandling without complaint, a soft sigh of relief her only sound when their lips finally part. 

“Hi,” Lexa breathes, a smile dancing on her lips as she gently pushes golden waves out of Clarke’s flushed face. 

Clarke, still shaking from adrenaline, can’t find the words to respond as she tries to soak in the relief that Lexa is home, that she's safe. Clarke runs her hands down Lexa’s sides, trying to scan covertly for injuries while still being discreet about it. Lexa catches her shaking hand as it skates down a sharp jawline, pressing a soft kiss into her palm as she folds their fingers together. 

“I’m fine, ai hodness,” she whispers, letting her words caress Clarke as she pulls their bodies together again, slotting one more kiss that tastes relief and love against trembling lips. 

Clarke notes as she once again runs her eyes over her wife, tugging her distractedly towards the bath as she tugs at buckles and armor that separates Lexa’s skin from hers. 

She pauses to whip her own shirt off, chucking it somewhere over her shoulder as she returns to unfastening Lexa’s pauldron and dropping it carelessly to the couch as she begins on her chest plate, smiling when soft skin is revealed. 

“I had a bath drawn when I saw the flame,” Clarke murmurs distractedly as she fastens her mouth to Lexa’s exposed neck, smirking when Lexa lets out a surprised breath and stumbles as she tries to patiently direct them both to the steaming tub that smells like soap and eucalyptus. 

“We have all night, Clarke,” Lexa reminds softly as she tilts Clarke’s chin up to meet her eyes, giving her a gentle peck on the nose as she does so. 

Clarke smiles and laces their fingers together as she somehow relieves Lexa of the rest of her armor, working on relieving her of her shirt next. 

“I won’t settle for anything less than forever, Lex,” she whispers into her smile.

[justsomeclintasha]

Clint is coping. Of course he is.

And he’ll be fine on his own for a week.

After all, there are other people in the Tower that can help him.

At least that’s what he tells Natasha.

He has no intention of talking to them.

A month after New York, it still doesn’t feel like home. This isn’t his family. These people aren’t his friends. It’s fine.

She leaves for a mission.

His room feels empty without her.

Sleep doesn’t come.

If he wasn’t so weak, he could have fought back.

If he wasn’t so weak, Coulson would still be alive.

If he wasn’t so weak- he wouldn’t be gripping a bottle of the same brand his dad drank before he wrapped himself around a tree.

XXXXX

Her text messages go unanswered.

Steve knocks on his door. He yells out that he’s fine and the captain gives up. They don’t know each other very well. What is he supposed to say?

His phone chimes again.

He turns it off and throws it on the floor.

Rage bubbles up in his chest. How could she just leave and act like everything is normal? The news is still covering the destruction. Shield is reeling from the loss of their agents. Of Coulson. And she pushes on and goes away like it’s just another day?

Fuck her.

He still wants her to come home safe.

Frustrated tears sting his eyes.

It’s not her she’s angry with.

He pulls her pillow close and cries.

XXXXX

It’s not fair that he can’t hear.

He used to. And then his old man got drunk and hit him harder than ever- pummeled him until his ears were bleeding and he thinks his mom was screaming but he doesn’t know because everything was muffled and hot and bloody-

He wakes up in a cold sweat that reeks of whiskey.

His mom would be so disappointed.

XXXXX

There’s still time to clean up.

Time to pretend he’s alright, that he had a lazy week without her. Lie about watching Dog Cops and ordering pizza.

He should take out the trash.

Wash the dishes.

Do some laundry.

His stomach cramps as he clutches the porcelain of the toilet and heaves.

Who is he kidding?

The garbage can is filled with empty bottles and he hasn’t showered since yesterday.

He’s a fucking mess, and she’s a master spy.

XXXXX

It’s late afternoon when her key turns in the lock. He’s still on the couch and doesn’t turn to face her. Footsteps pause in the kitchen, then enter the living room.

“I shouldn’t have left.”

Tension hangs in the air. He doesn’t know how to deal with this. She tries again.

“Come on. Up.”

“Go away, Nat.”

“No.” This time she kneels in front of him, and he avoids her eyes. “Come on. Shower. I’m not asking. You smell like that gross whiskey.”

Reluctantly, he follows her to the bathroom, shame radiating off him in waves. Neither of them talk as he strips and steps into the shower. She sits on the bathroom carpet. The water is hot.

He scrubs his skin so hard it hurts.

XXXXX

The next day she cleans. Empty bottles are thrown away, full ones are dumped in the sink. He watches from the living room.

Eventually he finds the energy to make them sandwiches for lunch. It’s simple, but somehow exhausting.

A heaviness sits on his chest and shoulders that he can’t quite explain. He doesn’t have to. She moves him back to the couch after lunch and he sleeps.

With a start, he wakes to a hand rubbing his ankle. His feet are in her lap. Dog Cops is playing on the television like nothing ever happened. One of her favorite candles is burning on the kitchen counter. The house smells clean and cozy. He doesn’t know how long he slept.

“I ordered pizza for dinner.”

“I couldn’t do this without you, Nat.”

“I’m sure you have them on speed dial,” she says, trying to make a joke, but it falls flat as she wipes away tears.

The skin around her eyes is red and puffy.

XXXXX

“I’m going back to therapy.”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

He brings it up over coffee, knowing that he’s most honest when he’s tired, and he hasn’t even finished his first cup. Neither of them sleep past six. The first rays of daylight are just starting to peek through the clouds.

“I blame myself, for a lot of things. Recent things. Things in the past. And.. I’m not dealing with them in a healthy way. I need help.”

He holds up a hand as she opens her mouth. “I mean I need professional help. I love you, Nat, and it’s not fair to dump all this on you. There are..” It’s hard to say, but he has to. He swallows. “There are people around me who care. And people who will help me. I have to acknowledge that and admit that I can’t do this on my own.”

Her fingers brush his cheek, tilting his head to look at her.

“I’m so proud of you,” she whispers. Her voice wavers, and for a moment, he wonders if she’s going to cry.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” A shaky laugh leaves her lips and she pulls him in for a hug. He’s pretty sure she’s crying now, and he might be, too. Screw it.

Sometimes things are hard.

That doesn’t mean they have to do it alone.