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ticklishshenanigansau · 3 months ago

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LaughterLand - Chapter 16: Tentacles

(story by Mod Secret, art by Mod Kitty)

They floated through the air for what must have felt like hours. Eventually the playfulness died down, and they instead enjoyed the peace and tranquility that this little detour allowed them. Though there was still an atmosphere of uncertainty surrounding them, at least for the time being they could regather their strength and breathe.

As their cloud carriage took them farther into the jungle, Sans decided to try spending his time being productive — for once. He knew the peace wasn't going to last forever, and it was only a matter of time before something or someone would show up to consume their laughter again. It was time to get his magic up and working again.

Closing his eyes and trying to get into a meditative-like state, Sans reached into the deepest parts of his Soul. He searched and searched for even the tiniest fragment of a spark, anything that he could sustain. He didn't know how much time had passed since he had started, or how much longer he could keep straining himself. But eventually he did find something. It was so minuscule, so weak … he had to really examine it several times over to make sure it was a legit spark, and not just his mind growing desperate. But after a good amount of time had passed, he was convinced. Now the trick was to sustain it, to let it grow and fill the space around his Soul.

Monsters of the Underground have an unlimited supply of magic residing within them. When they first learn how to harness their abilities, they have to feel that powerful spark and harness its abilities to come to the tips of their fingers in order to use it. Once a spark is used to assist Monsters with whatever it is they were trying to do, the magic is immediately replenished. Any Monster can strain their powers with too much excessive use, but it's not like their sparks of power ever fade away because of that strain.

The problem that the brothers were facing was that it seemed like their magic had been all but drained out of them completely. Now to find even the smallest spark of magic took immense concentration and mental stamina. Even then, the sparks were so small and weak that it took even more mental gymnastics to force them to grow and be useful. Sans could feel beads of sweat starting to form as he strained to expand the tiny spark. It was going to take so much effort on his end that a part of him almost didn't think it would be worth it.

Even if he did manage to fill up the space in his Soul, he would be too fatigued from all that strain to fight. Not to mention the spark would only be good for one use of power. A single bone construct, one Gaster Blaster, one use of teleportation where he couldn't even control where they landed. Then it would immediately deplete again, leaving Sans powerless and too exhausted to try and sustain another spark. Still … one spell to keep in his back pocket was better than nothing. If there was any chance that it would help get them out of trouble, he'd keep going.

"It just keeps going on and on, doesn't it?"

The sound of Papyrus's voice momentarily snapped him out of his focus, but he immediately regained control and kept going.

"Hey, Sans," Papyrus spoke again, oblivious to what his brother was up to. "I just realized something … you haven't tried to nap one time since we've been here."

Sans still kept the spark going, but listened to hear where Papyrus was going with this.

"I mean, don't you think that's a little weird? The combinations of all the times we've been attacked must add up to at least a couple of hours, right? Yet … I don't feel the urge to sleep."

Really thinking about it, Sans realized that Papyrus had a point. With all of the numerous tickle attacks leaving them too exhausted to speak … why didn't he have the urge to sleep? Was it the uncertainty of this place keeping them on their toes? No, this cloud had been a fairly decent place of protection for a while now, and yet Sans hadn't even thought about napping. That was beyond abnormal for him. Pushing it out of his mind, he decided to revisit the strange occurrence later and kept his concentration on the spark.

"Sans … are you alright?" Papyrus finally noticed that his brother wasn't answering him. Sans heard his question but was unable to answer due to his focus. What he didn't realize was just how strained he really looked. The beads of sweat had become tiny streams that were falling down the side of his skull. His teeth were practically grinding, and his hands were slightly trembling.

"Sans?" Papyrus asked, sounding more concerned. This time the older skeleton blocked his voice out completely, he had almost gotten it. He could feel the spark growing and expanding, it was almost perfectly aligned with his Soul, he just had to hold on a little bit longer.

A strange rumbling noise suddenly pulled Papyrus's attention away from his brother. He peered down over the edge of the cloud. There was a long winding river, but what really caught his eye was what was laying just a few yards away.

It was an enormous black hole. It looked to be some kind of strange tunnel, but there was nothing Papyrus could see on the inside, except for pure blackness. This bizarre hole in the ground was huge! It looked like it was big enough to swallow all of Snowdin, but if the size wasn't terrifying enough, Papyrus was certain that the rumbling noise was coming from deep within the depths of that black hole.

"Sans...?" Papyrus called nervously.

He kept his voice quiet for fear of whatever was down there spotting them. But Sans couldn't hear a thing, he couldn't tear his concentration away. Not when he was so close. He had given this spark so much energy already, he wasn't sure he had much more to give. But he knew that if he gave up now, then all of his efforts would be for nothing. With every bit of his mental strength left, Sans spent his last round of energy, and at last felt the warm spark of magic consume his Soul.

He fell over onto his back, a shrill gasp escaping as he remembered how high up they were. He panted lightly as he felt the after-effects of his body's exhaustion. He couldn't help but tremble as the oxygen filled his system, literally breathing life back into his metaphoric muscles.

But what was the most important thing to him was that he had succeeded. The single spark he had pulled from the depths of his drained and tired Soul was now fully operational and ready. He could feel its warm energy swirling around within him. It was a comforting sensation, like the return of an old friend. But Sans knew that the second he chose to use it, it would fade away immediately. He had to choose his next move carefully, save it only for emergencies.

"Sans!" came Papyrus's tone of amazement. "Look, your magic!"

Papyrus must have noticed the tiny sparks that momentarily surrounded Sans's fingertips once that part of his power was restored.

"Does this mean...?" Papyrus looked at him with hopeful eyes, Sans almost didn't want to tell him the truth.

"Heh, afraid not, bro," he confessed. "I managed to get at least one spell up and ready, but that's probably it." Papyrus's face dropped with a sigh.

"I don't suppose you can use that one spell to teleport us home?" He suggested. Sans shook his head.

"With so little magic to take control of, even if we teleported I can't guarantee where we'll end up," he explained. "Best not take that chance." Papyrus nodded in agreement, although visibly disappointed.

The strange rumbling noise returned, eliciting a startled gasp from Papyrus as he suddenly remembered what they were floating above.

"What was...?" Sans started to question before Papyrus interrupted him.

"Sans!" he harshly whispered. "Come here, you have to see this!!"

He abruptly pulled Sans to look over the edge of the cloud, so he, too, could gaze upon the enormous black hole. But to his dismay, the brothers peered over the edge only to find that a thick blanket of clouds had overtaken the landscape below them. Unless they were miles closer to the ground, they weren’t about to see anything down there any time soon.

“Um … what am I looking at, Papyrus?” Sans asked, trying to squint his eyes to see past the clouds.

But before Papyrus could answer, the strange rumbling noise returned, this time accompanied by a low growling sound. The vibrations were enough to even shake the cloud carriage. The brothers gripped onto the edge tightly until the sound and the vibrations came to a halt.

“S-Sans…,” Papyrus quietly stammered. “I think something might be down there!”

Sans swallowed hard, the pressure he had put on himself to gather his magic had left him in a state of exhaustion. While he had recovered a small portion of it from deep breathing, there was no way he was ready for a fight. There was no doubt Papyrus had seen something down there before the blanket of clouds covered it up. He could tell by the way his younger brother was trembling.

“Okay…,” Sans whispered. “We just have to lay low, don’t make a sound.”

Papyrus nodded in agreement. Although anxiety was quickly starting to overtake him. Sans could also feel pangs of nervousness, he had just spent all of this energy to conjure up one spell, he hated the idea of having to use it right away. He silently wished that they had some other means to defend themselves, anything that they could use to give them some kind of an upper hand. As his hands subconsciously found their way into the pockets of his shorts, he suddenly remembered something valuable that he had won from their last group of enemies.

He pulled out the tiny bag of Tickle Dust from his pocket. He was surprised that it had some decent weight to it for being so small. No wonder the fairies were struggling to pull it away from him. He carefully opened the bag to examine what was inside. Sure enough, there was the glittering pink dust, catching light in the sun. Recalling the ticklish stress it had done to his face and nasal cavity, Sans cautiously held his breath as he checked it out.

Another thundering rumble clashed through the sky causing the cloud carriage to abruptly start shaking again. Sans nearly lunged forward, losing his balance in the process. Thankfully he caught himself just in time to land on his elbows and immediately close the bag before any of the dangerous dust could be unleashed.

Unbeknownst to him, the tiniest particle of dust managed to escape just outside of the rim of the bag. It was so small that nobody would have been able to see it unless they knew what they were looking for. The particle of sparkling powder floated weightlessly in midair for a moment before subtly coming to rest right at the bottom of Papyrus’s nasal cavity.

Immediately, Papyrus could feel that old familiar tickling irritation starting to form within his nose. It wasn’t even close to what Sans had experienced earlier because it was such a small dose. Nevertheless, panic engulfed the younger skeleton as he felt the urge to sneeze. He tried rubbing at his face but it was too late, the particle had traveled too deeply into his nose, irritating every little space and crevice. He was going to sneeze, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Ah…ah…ah….” Papyrus sharply inhaled, trying desperately to muffle himself.

Sans looked over, at first slightly irritated that his brother was making noise. But once he saw the distressed look on his face, he immediately recognized what was happening.

Papyrus quickly clamped his hands over his mouth after inhaling again, this time sounding more shrill. In a flash, Sans hopped onto his brother’s shoulders, forcing him to bend down so that he, too, could cover his face with his hands. But even with four hands muffling his mouth, it wasn’t guaranteed to completely silence the sneeze still building up in his nasal cavity. Papyrus’s eyes watered, he could feel it, it was coming….

“…pfft!”

Both brothers paused, the big sneeze they were expecting was no more than a squeaky raspberry. Barely audible if they hadn’t been right next to each other. If they weren’t under such an intense amount of stress for trying to be quiet, it would have been rather hilarious. They removed their hands away from Papyrus’s mouth to let out a steady sigh of relief.

Then they heard it. A tremendous roar tore through the air, violently shaking the cloud carriage as well as the skeletons who were riding it. The brothers gripped onto the cloud, holding on for dear life as the world around them trembled violently. Papyrus peered nervously over the edge of the cloud, at first seeing only white from the fog that still covered the landscape. Then it happened.

It was so fast, it appeared within the blink of an eye. Something long and black shot itself out from the blanket of white. It was a thick, gargantuan tentacle and it was headed straight for them!

Papyrus watched in horror as the massive appendage rocketed through the air, abruptly shooting past him and causing him to fall backwards onto the cloud. After landing with a soft thud, he gazed up to see the tentacle now a good mile above them. Papyrus felt Sans gripping onto his shoulders in an attempt to protect him, but it was too late. In a flash, the tip of the long black tentacle wrapped itself around both of Papyrus’s legs. Papyrus let out a blood-curdling shriek as it aggressively started pulling him downwards.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHH!!!”

Papyrus could only cling to the safety of the cloud carriage for less than a second before he felt himself slip completely over the edge.

“PAP!!”

Sans would have gone flying right alongside him, but somehow the creature had managed to pull Papyrus right out of the loop that held them together. Sans dove for his brother, just barely catching his hands in the nick of time. He, too, would have slipped completely over the edge if he hadn’t dug his feet and knees deeply into the cloud. He managed to stop himself from slipping and gripped onto his brother with all of his might.

“I’ve … got you…!” he strained, trying to pull him up. “Just … hang on!”

Sans completely ignored his lack of energy from before, choosing only to focus on Papyrus, and the strength he would need to pull him loose from this strange creature. The fear of falling wasn’t even taken into account with him, all of his thoughts and emotions were focused on his brother’s safety, and that was all he needed.

“Sans!!” Papyrus screeched, trying to kick his legs free. “Sans, please!! Help me!!”

“I’m trying!!” Sans replied with a strained grunt.

He ignored the ache that was already gathering in his fingers, squeezing Papyrus even tighter and refusing to let go. Half of his body hung off the edge of the cloud. But he tried to engage his knees to pull upwards and his feet to remain stuck to the cloud, ensuring that he wouldn’t go flying.

Papyrus also hung on tight. The tentacle wrapping itself around his legs was pulling harder and harder, and although his legs were bound too tightly for him to move, it didn’t stop him from trying to kick free. His arms shook desperately as he tried to force his elbows to bend in an effort to pull himself closer to Sans. But he could gauge enough wiggle-room to make any moves to his advantage. Thankfully, Sans had managed to anchor himself down to the cloud, so the creature was not able to pull him down any further.

Another low grumble echoed through the air and shook the cloud again, Papyrus let out a frightened scream as he felt the world tremor around him. For a split second, Sans’s body inched forward. Gritting his teeth, he immediately dug further into the cloud with his feet and knees. More determined than ever to not lose his brother.

From the depths of the rumbling clouds came a soft and fast WHOOSHING noise. Papyrus looked down to see what was going on. To his horror, two more tentacles shot up from the crowding clouds and were approaching him with intense speed.

“AAAGH!! No!! No!!” he screamed in terror. “Sans!! Pull me up!! Hurry!!”

Hearing the panic in his brother’s voice strengthened his resolve as he pulled even harder. Still, Papyrus didn’t budge from his place in the sky, still caught between his brother and this new terrifying monster. Sans held his breath as he shut his eyes tightly. Sweat trickled down his neck as he continued to try and get the upper hand in this impromptu tug-of-war.

“NOOOOOO!!!”

Sans’s eyes shot open at the sound of his brother’s scream of terror. He opened his eyes, leaning over the side of the cloud, terrified of what he was going to see.

Two tentacles had emerged from the clouds and were mercilessly tickling under Papyrus’s arms. The frantic skeleton shrieked with laughter and frantically twisted his body around while still trying to hold on.

"NYAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHO!! NOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!!" Papyrus desperately looked up at Sans, tears already gathering in his sockets. "SAHAHAHAHANS!!! HELP MEHEEHEEHEE!!!”

Sans could already feel Papyrus's grip on his hands starting to loosen. He clenched his fingers around him tighter than ever and pulled. The creature also pulled, sensing the weakened state it had just put its victim into. The brothers practically clawed for each other. Papyrus tried to focus on the pain in his hands rather than the horrible tickling sensations. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop himself from squirming or laughing hysterically.

"STAHAHAHAHAP!!" he pleaded, fighting the urge to swat at the tickling tentacles. "GO AWAHAHAY!!! LET ME GOHOHOHO!! NYAAAGGHAHAHAHAHA!!"

Sans’s mind raced, he wasn't getting anywhere with trying to pull Papyrus up. He wasn't going to last forever with those cursed tentacles going after him. If they discovered where his sweet spot was, it would be all over. His mind reeled … should he use his one spell? He didn't want to. He tried so hard to have faith that he could manage to pull Papyrus back.

"NOHOHOHOHO!!! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!"

Sans looked down to find that one of the tentacles had moved on from under Papyrus's arms to the front of his spine. Tickling and delicately swirling around like it was a fragile piece of China.

Papyrus squealed and cried, gentle tickles around his spine always drove him much crazier than harsher tickles. Sans could see the utter terror in his brother's face, the creature was dangerously close to his sweet spot. Sans had to make a decision now!

As long as he held onto Papyrus's hands, he could teleport them both to safety. It was risky not knowing where they would end up next, but it was better than trying to fight off this dangerous creature with only a single spark of magic to his name.

Just as Sans was figuring out which spell to use, another long black tentacle rose up right before his eyes. Clearly this monster could tell that it wasn't getting anywhere with Papyrus, so Sans knew that it had to be there for him. He glared daggers at the long black tentacle, as if to challenge it. No matter what this monstrosity did to him, no matter which spot it chose to go after, he swore in that moment that he would not let go of his brother.

Sans steeled himself as the tentacle dove for his midsection. He gritted his teeth and prepared for the worst. The tentacle placed itself onto Sans's sternum, for a moment it laid there perfectly still. Sans was utterly confused, until … WHACK!!

In a moment of unpredictable strength, the appendage shoved Sans so hard that it knocked him backwards onto the cloud, nearly sending him over the edge. The sheer force caught the skeleton so off-guard that Papyrus's hands slipped straight out of his fingertips, sending him plummeting to the ground within the grip of the three gargantuan tentacles.

"SAAAAAAAAAAANS!!"

Sans scrambled to the edge of the cloud carriage, just in time to see his brother disappearing beneath the blanket of white, his frightened voice fading with the sudden distance between them.

In that moment, all feelings of hesitation and doubt vanished completely from the older skeleton. Getting to his feet, he extended his left hand. His eye shone bright with determination as he summoned a Gaster Blaster. The loss of power from his only source of magic immediately left a weak and vulnerable feeling within him, but Sans ignored it, turning to his weapon.

"Find him," Sans ordered sternly.

The Blaster gave a small chirp before zooming towards the ground with warp speed. It took no time for it to reach the tentacle that was dragging his brother down to the ground. The Blaster opened its massive jaw and clamped down hard on the creature's tentacle, eliciting another loud roaring sound that shook the earth and the sky together. Sans clenched his left fist, sensing that his weapon of choice had successfully found its target. With a strained growl, he lifted his fist high up over his head. The Blaster, in response, started pulling the tentacle back up towards the cloud carriage with Papyrus in tow.

At first, it was just that simple as the creature seemed to be unaware of what was happening. But once it had finally realized that the fight for its prey was continuing, it didn't take long for it to start pulling again. Sans and the Blaster faltered for only a moment, but quickly regained control and resumed the tug-of-war.

Sans could feel his arm being forced downwards, but he let out a feral-sounding growl as he forced his hand back up towards the sky. He could feel it starting to work. He could sense that the Blaster was successfully winning over the monstrous appendage and was steadily bringing his brother back to him. He opened his glowing eye to notice the Blaster starting to peek through the blanket of clouds.

A frightened squeak suddenly caught in his throat. He froze with his eyes wide open. Something was invading under the back of his shirt.

The two tentacles that had previously attacked Papyrus dove under the back of his shirt and started wriggling against the sides of his ribcage. Sans grunted loudly, fighting every urge he had to buckle and release Papyrus. The crook of his elbow bent downwards, causing the Blaster to momentarily be dragged down, but Sans managed to regain control. Using his right hand, he gripped onto his left elbow and forced it back into an upwards position. The Blaster, too, regained its strength and continued pulling Papyrus back up towards his brother.

Sans fought as hard as he could to keep his laughter in check. Now more than ever, he refused to give in to this creature that was trying to take his brother away. The tickling tentacles wriggled and traced along and between his ribs, even twisting along to tickle the front of his spine. Sans replaced his laughter with growling screams and strained grunts and groaning sounds. He grinded his teeth and glared with every ounce of detestation he had for this place, but still, he kept his arm locked in place.

The tentacles grew desperate. They both abandoned his ribs and spine and dove straight for Sans’s underarms.

“HAH…!” Sans let a frantic squeal of laughter catch in his throat. His underarms were HORRIBLY sensitive, and he knew it. There was no hope of holding back laughter now. So he let it come bursting out of him, but in spite of it all, he kept his left hand raised, still refusing to let go.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” he practically wailed with hysterical laughter intermixed with his angered growling. He dropped to his knees, but that was the only part of him that he allowed to buckle.

He kept his right hand attached to his left arm as a support system, still holding it upright. It was still working, he could feel that the Blaster had not yet given up. Inch by inch it was steadily forcing the tentacle to bring his brother back. He looked down and could see them starting to emerge from the blanket of clouds.

“SANS!!” Papyrus cried, waving his arms towards him. “KEEP GOING, BROTHER!! YOU CAN DO IT!!”

Papyrus’s encouragement gave Sans all the strength he needed. His body desperately craved relief. In that moment he would have given anything to collapse onto the ground just to hopelessly defend his tickle spots from any more exploitation. But the very sight of his brother depending on him triggered a kind of determination within his Soul that overpowered even that of his needs for alleviation.

Suddenly, the tentacles stopped. Within a few moments, they abruptly slithered out from Sans’s shirt and disappeared below him. Sans inhaled a frantic breath of air, nearly gagging on it as he regained his sanity. Despite the overwhelming relief that consumed his body, his mind reeled. Had they given up? Did they realize that they weren’t going to break him that easy? They didn’t go for very long, or even try to find other spots on him. It didn’t make any sense.

But Sans didn’t have time to figure it out, he got back to his feet and continued to lift Papyrus back up to where he had been. He looked down to see just how much further he had to go … when he saw a sight that made his Soul run cold.

The tentacles hadn’t gone away completely, they had floated back down towards Papyrus … specifically they were circling the Blaster. Sans figured that if the creature wasn’t going to get him to let go, then the next best thing was the strange being that was digging its teeth into its tentacle.

Sans immediately began to tremble, this was bad. His Blasters were a manifestation of his Soul, anything that affected them would in turn affect him. If those tentacles were about to do what he was thinking they were going to do, that would mean his Soul would be next on the chopping block. He shook violently as the tentacles surrounded the Blaster, nearly letting go of Papyrus in the process. Could a Soul even be ticklish? He was too horrified to know.

The tentacles started tickling both sides of the Blaster.

It was all over in what felt like slow motion. Sans’s Soul was about as ticklish as the rest of him. What was worse was it wasn’t just the area where his Soul was located that felt ticklish. The tickling sensation had spread to every single inch of his body. From the tip of his skull to the ends of his toes, it was like being electrocuted, but everything tickled and tickled and TICKLED!

Sans momentarily blacked out within his own mind. Completely losing control, he lost his grip on Papyrus and fell backwards, laughter pounding out of him intermixing with screams of horror and silent squeals. It was the picture of unadulterated agony!

It didn’t last long, in fact it may have been over within the span of thirty seconds. When Sans finally came to, every inch of his being was practically on fire with tingling. His only source of relief came from a sudden cool breeze that had gathered around him. He inhaled and exhaled so fast he was sure he was about to have a Soul Attack. Blinking tears from his eyes, he noticed through his blurry vision that the cloud carriage had somehow manifested itself directly above him and was gradually getting farther and farther away.

That’s when he realized … he was falling!

A breeze didn’t just come out of nowhere to soothe him, it was the effects of him free-falling through the air. He felt the urge to scream, but found his throat to be worn out and scratchy due to his screaming fit from the Soul-tickling. He frantically looked down, expecting to see the ground getting closer. But instead, all that consumed him was black.

Just as quickly as he had begun to fall, he had been stopped. He opened his eyes, realizing that he could no longer move his arms or legs. He was in the clutches of another black tentacle. He let out a painful gasp as he felt himself being dragged downwards by the massive beast. He instinctively tried to clench his left hand to try and get the Blaster to come to his aid. But nothing happened, he looked up to find that the Blaster had completely vanished, and the last of his magic had gone with it.

There was nothing that could save them now. Sans felt an overwhelming feeling of helplessness as he and his brother were dragged down to the enormous tunnel below.

#Tickletober #Tickletober2024 #Undertale #LaughterLand Story #Sans #Papyrus

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eldritch-spouse · 2 years ago

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>:]

Think about Belo jacking off and moaning your name, only to get walked in on by his deity, before they ever even did something sexual.

Fluff boy must be panicked, not to worry tho, you are far more benevelont than his former masters. Why, you might even help your loyal servant.

[Doing something really short because I think it's cute. Fem reader.]

TW: Unhealthy glorification, cultish mindsets.

Belo is weird.

You know that. You've known it since you met the guy. But he's also the only angel you've ever met in your life, so maybe this is just how most of them are, for all you know. Point is, you personally consider him to be very odd.

Even odder still is the way he's latched onto you like a baby koala.

He just... He presented himself to you as if you were a goddess. He called you that even after you tried to specify, oh so many times, that you're just a human! If you doubted it before, then his consistent refusal of your arguments against your own supposed "godhood" make it very clear that his unshakable faith is truly the mark of an angel.

It's bizarre. Everything has been really bizarre so far... But it could be worse. Belo is a very organized, polite and gentle monster. He usually doesn't overstep boundaries and hardly complains about anything. You tell yourself you're not taking advantage of Belo's kindness when you let him handle the house chores or run errands outside, that you're not abusing your influence over him when you seek his guaranteed validation. But sometimes, it feels like you're enabling his erroneous, idealized perception of yourself.

It's hard not to. Worship is almost addicting, lulling, guilt very quickly plays second-fiddle to immense gratification. You know this isn't really healthy, Belo needs help, not enabling-

But at least it's mutual.

It's not just you enjoying the ego-stroking perks of having an angel at your feet, no no. Belo needs you, legitimately. He needs someone to lean onto, the separation anxiety on this monster is scary. It genuinely seems to put the angel at ease when you're around and he can "serve you", and besides, out of all people out there he could swear subservience to, you'd like to think you're not the worst. That maybe he's a bit lucky to have someone moderately normal.

That doesn't mean there aren't some bumps in the road. Oh, there have been a couple alright... One such was finally getting to leave the house by yourself. The amount of mental gymnastics you had to pull to convince Belo that no, no one will try to viciously attack you without him by your side, was monumental. Truly, you're proud of yourself. Teaching him how to figure out a phone probably helped, he knows you'll call him if you need anything.

Nonetheless, it was very liberating to spend an evening away from his stifling attitude. Granted, you spent that evening running more complex errands Belo's out of the loop on, but it was still a breath of fresh air. You like that he's starting to trust you on these matters a bit more, it's better that way. You were ready to come home and shower the angel in praise for not freaking out or calling you every five minutes, though your plans were cut short the moment you arrived.

Usually, you don't even need to call out, Belo will either be stationed by the front door (exactly where he was when you left), or nearby enough to quickly greet you with a bow. This time, the angel is seemingly nowhere to be found. Huh. It's almost weird not to have him here, ready to take the bags off your hands or remove your coat. Shrugging, you drop your belongings by the hall and remove unnecessary layers of clothing. Maybe he's asleep, you've seen him resting every now and then, not too often.

By the time you're ready to call out, a noise startles you. You know that sound, a heavy rush of air caused by none other than the flutter of mighty wings. So he's home, at least that.

Smiling, you stroll down the hall and head straight for the angel's room, which he hardly uses, preferring to nap on your bedroom's armchair at night. "For safety", he argues. The pleasant expression you wear cracks into a wobbly, wide-eyed gawk at what you see past his open door.

It's always been no secret to you that Belo keeps what you can only call an altar in his room. Entirely dedicated to "the light of his life", his goddess and lady, you. You found it to be a tad creepy, and it still irks you a bit, but Belo assures he only intends to be respectful and prove his admiration with it. It's harmles really, a spare desk furnished with various pictures of you, candles, personal trinkets you've long since stopped caring about, one or two folded articles of clothing and a lock of hair you're not sure if he cut off you at some point. It's... Well, at least it's clean? Yeah, glass half full.

That's not the point here.

Belo kneels directly in front of this altar, barren of any and all coverings, his fluffy white fur in full display as massive wings spread and twitch sporadically, flirting with the flames of lit candles not too far away. His back arches and his chest expands with quickened breaths. You don't need to be a scientist to put two and two together, those parted legs, bucking hips and quiet gasps tell you everything you need to know about what Belo's doing. When he moans, this melodious, gorgeously filthy noise, you have no choice but to shiver and heat up.

That's... You've never heard the angel make a vaguely erotic sound, this is all very new.

It's not as if Belo isn't a sexual being, you've seen him get flustered on a myriad of occasions, and you don't miss the stares he sometimes spares you, even if he's extremely apologetic and ashamed whenever he's caught, you know that can only be lust. And, in a way, you understand the poor guy. He doesn't seem like the type who uh, "gets around", in spite of his rather handsome features. You don't mind that he finds you attractive or looks at you longingly, not at all- You've even considered trying to start something intimate with the angel, but he's so... Prone to dramatic outbursts about anything that's "unclean" or "blasphemous" that you fear it might just rupture what the two of you have going on. That's the last thing you want.

So this... This makes you really happy.

If you lean your head just the slightest amount, you can see the frenzied motions of his hand, spot the pale pink appendage between that blur of white, he grips something else with his other one. The more noises Belo makes, the more your own breathing hastens, watching luridly. The little part of you that screams about how disrespectful what you're doing is quiets down as soon as broken words escape the angel. He's clearly saying something, whispering? You edge closer, laying low.

" I love you I love you I love you I love you- A-Ahn- "

Chanting. That's chanting. Too rhythmic and practiced to be a mere murmur. Each stroke accompanied by a mewl of a declaration. The same three words droning on and on like a broken cassette player in complete mania.

" I love you I love you I- I- My goddess- "

Something tells you he's about to finish, and while some pervy side of you would rather sit and enjoy the show, the desire to claim that end for yourself wins. Cheeks burning, stance wobbly, you carefully inch your way behind the distracted monster, gently smoothing your hands around his tense shoulders.

The reaction is instantaneous.

There's an embarrassing squawk, followed by helpless wing flapping, Belo jolts like a feline and accidentally ends up knocking some items off the altar entirely with his right wing. Oof. At least the candles didn't fall... Not that he looks wounded, just scared. Very scared, if shrunk pupils floating in a sea of lavender have anything to say. Those three eyes contain all the panic the world could ever hold, his body shakes slightly and only after a couple seconds does he have the wherewithal to cover his shame.

Too late, you already got an eyeful of that pretty pink cock, slick and heavy between furred legs.

Something clatters to the ground. A pendant. Your pendant. Probably one of the first things you gave Belo when you caught him touching your jewelry. It's quite simple, just an elegant golden feather. That's what he was grabbing? You'd expect something like a pair of used panties. It's almost heartwarming, in an unexpected way.

He can't seem to spit out a word, or maybe he's genuinely panicking, one thing's for sure, you won't let him enter a babbling fit.

" Belo. I'm not mad, it's okay. "

It doesn't look like he buys it, blinking erratically. " B- M-My lady? "

You think about the type of language he uses when referring to you, what makes him comfortable. A soft smile sits on your face when you start reaching for the buttons of your shirt.

" You know, there's a lot of ways you can worship me, Belo... "

His shuddering is delightful.

#Belo oc #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #terato #monsterfucker #minors dni #monster boyfriend

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i 100% agree on the lqg tigertaur thing. Portraying liu qingge as a white tiger is nothing new and putting a human half on a animal half is literally a concept as old as time. It exists in cultures all around the world and is sooo far from new or revolutionary

Honestly the fact that sirencat is trying to play the victim of being "bullied" when in reality their claim was just debunked is so baffling to me. As if they didn't start the fight by trying to call out an artist who DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHO THEY WERE and reposting their art without credit???? While claiming THEY had something stolen from them????? Fucking bonkers. I'm glad so many folks are backing us up because this kind of fandom drama is utterly stupid. To me this is no better than "I like this character the most and nobody else likes them as much as I do!!!" bullshit. Like. They don't fucking know where sinn's inspiration came from. To claim that it MUST have come from them because it's been around for a while is?????? So presumptuous??? To really think that everyone else was "copying" them by including tiger stuff in their creations within the same month as them is also genuinely insane considering it was THE MONTH BEFORE THE YEAR OF THE TIGER. Like fuck, if I saw someone else come up with a fairy SJ au where he was scantily clad and living in the forest.... I'd be like "hell yeah someone else sees my vision, hell yeah 2 cakes" instead of "HEY YOU COPIED ME!!!!! YOU COPIED ME YOU MUST HAVE SEEN MINE FIRST AND COPIED IT!!!! IDK THAT YOU'VE RECENTLY JOINED THE SVSSS FANDOM AND HAVE ALWAYS LOVED DRAWING SCANTILY CLAD FAIRIES YOU'RE CLEARLY JUST COPYING ME!!!!" If they knew anything at all about Sinn it's that they've been doing half-beast svsss characters for a while now and a lot of those ideas come about based off of conversations with their friends and NOT looking at someone else's designs and going "hmm I think I'm going to steal this" like just. The ego to think they have THAT much influence over the fandom when the folks like Soursoppi and Acernor probably don't even know who the fuck they are, let alone trying to "steal" from them. I could go on and on about this. I'm so mad on so many levels because of the amount of mental gymnastics they'd have to do to come to that conclusion. If they had just gone "okay, I didn't talk to the artist and I didn't realize their inspiration came from elsewhere. Sorry for the misunderstanding" then this whole thing could have been a lot less hostile, but instead they doubled down on their claim and started deleting people arguing against them (proving them wrong) and blocking them.

Anyway. I need to calm down. Thanks for giving me an opportunity to vent via this ask 😂

#drama #since I guess this is A Thing now #anon

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b0oker18 · 10 days ago

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Ooh, saw your IWTB tags:

I think I love the movie as it could have been, rather than what it is. And that dissonance between what it could have been-- the simplicity of that possibility-- and the reality that hits me every once in a while makes meeeeeeeeeeeeee not like it even more. XDDDD

But truly, if it had been well done? The movie of all time. It had all the beats I would've liked in a movie: cinematography, score, main lead actors, etc. etc. So, I 100% understand. (Same with the Revival lovers: I get it, I just don't think it happened as we would have wished, y'know?)

Anyway, HAPPY EARLY NEW YEAR!!!!!! :DDDDDD

@randomfoggytiger I completely understand what you are saying, and I certainly don't disagree!

I think the reason why I love IWTB is for purely for nostalgia. It was my gateway into The X Files. Wayyy back in the day my Dad, who is also a huge X Files fan rented the movie on netflix (back in the DVD days) I watched it on a whim and I completely fell in love with the characters and the universe. I think I watched just about every episode on MegaVideo in under 6 months until I eventually saved up enough money and bought every season on DVD.... Those were good times!

Trust me, the amount of mental gymnastics I have to perform for this movie to make any any sense would impress an olympic athlete but as I've stated in the past, its a movie I can't help but love. I often wonder how different the movie could have been if there was no writers strike as it was being filmed, but alas we will never know.

However I will say, reading the IWTB novel helped me process the movie a little better. I think it does a decent job at getting into Scully's headspace and makes her decisions a little more... understandable I guess? But that may just be pure copium on my part XD. Its like $7 on amazon if you ever want to read it but if you don't trust me, I understand. In some ways I think it's better than the movie honestly BUT it has some lines of dialog that are just bad, really bad.

I 100% agree with you on the revival. When I watched it live I loved it like most everyone else but as time went on I started poking holes in it. To the point where I really don't like it anymore. Its funny how the Revival doesn't hold anywhere near the level of nostalgia that IWTB holds.

Also, I recently rediscovered a WordPress article that heavily criticizes the revival that was written by a hardcore X Files fan. Its very long and it can be just a little too nitpicky at times but I think It's well written and I pretty much agree with everything the writer said. I think you would find it interesting: https://xfilesanalysis.wordpress.com/

Sorry for the long post, but sometimes I gotta vent this shit out and this is the only platform I can do it on and not be judged XD

Happy new year to you as well my friend!

#randomfoggytiger #the x files #the x files i want to believe #asks

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rockitmans · 2 years ago

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Blaine Anderson Vs Valentine's Day (5/14)

Summary: Blaine drunk posts on his Instagram asking for a date for Valentine's Day. He gets one.

Notes: Written for the @klaineccfanficlibrary Valentine Challenge. Today's song is You're The Best Thing by The Style Council

This one's for @cerriddwenluna who has not only been a wonderful cheerleader for this fic but also inspired this chapter with our mutual Elliott love

Read on AO3 or below

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Blaine wakes up with his phone pressed against his cheek. He'd stayed up so late talking to Kurt that he'd fallen asleep in the middle of typing out a sentence. He can barely believe how long they spent chatting. They just clicked so instantly that everything felt easy. The conversation meandered with the joyful flow of close friends, helped along by the huge amount they seem to have in common.

Blaine is slightly suspicious he really did manage to manifest Kurt into being through pure wish power. He's that perfect. Or maybe he has some glaring flaw that has yet to reveal itself. Maybe he thinks that Katy Perry is overrated.

Blaine flips open his DMs, not really expecting much, but is delighted to see a new message from Kurt.

Kurt: Good morning, sunshine ☀️

It's a simple enough message but it tells Blaine two things. That Kurt isn't interested in playing games with him, which is nice after the mental gymnastics he occasionally went through with his exes. And that Kurt woke up thinking about him. Which means Blaine isn't alone.

Blaine: Good morning. I have to go to my real person job today 😔

Kurt: Same here. Catch you later though?

Blaine: Absolutely

Blaine's Real Person Job is at his local record store but he barely considers it work. He just gets to talk to people about music all day. He also gets to hang out with his favourite colleague, Elliott, who always buys him a morning coffee without fail. Angels exist in the form of Elliott Gilbert.

"Morning, Bee," Elliott greets him, pushing a Starbucks cup into his hand. He peers into Blaine's face. "You okay, skipper? You look tired."

"I was up most of the night," Blaine admits.

"Lucky you." Elliott waggles his eyebrows and Blaine glares playfully.

"Not for that. Um… Sebastian and I broke up actually."

"Oh." Elliott frowns. "Is it too early to admit I never liked him? Or are we still in the 'mourning and pretending he was wonderful' stage?"

Blaine laughs weakly. "Insult away. He cheated on me."

Elliott stiffens. "Where does he live, again?"

"No. You're not killing Sebastian."

"Not even like a little spook? Some casual threats of violence?"

"No."

"Fine," Elliott sighs. "But seriously, how are you holding up?"

Blaine thinks about it. Waking up with thoughts of Kurt had kept the grief at bay. And, if he's being really honest with himself, Sebastian was always more fun than Forever. They were never going to be picking out paint samples or arguing over who would pay for the Netflix account. He just wishes Sebastian had told him the expiry was up on their relationship and that they had parted amicably. Not that he had fucked a random from the gym.

"I'm doing okay," he says honestly. "More pissed off that he cheated than about the relationship being over."

"Understandable."

"And…" Blaine hesitates, wondering if it's too early to start talking about Kurt.

"And?" Elliott echoes curiously.

"Well… And don't judge me. I kind of started talking to someone else."

"Blaine Anderson, you slut," Elliott gasps, sounding thrilled. "Tell me everything."

"Not like that. Just. A guy messaged me on Instagram."

"Oh my God."

"I know, I know. But honestly it's all been very wholesome. We talked all night. It was kind of wonderful actually."

"That is… incredibly boring but I'm thrilled for you, truly."

"Sorry you can't vicariously live your sex life through me," Blaine says tartly. "I hate to disappoint."

"That's ok. I'm used to disappointment."

Blaine flips him off and Elliott laughs.

"Just be careful, okay?" Elliott adds more seriously. "Not everyone is who they claim to be on the internet."

"I'm being careful," Blaine lies. "It's not like I'm planning to meet him anytime soon." The dinner reservation at Di Fara set for less than two weeks away flashes like a beacon in his mind. He could so easily invite Kurt. He ignores the impulse.

Elliott hums doubtfully. He knows Blaine far too well.

Blaine makes it a grand total of four hours before he messages Kurt again. Which is fine and normal and completely chill, actually.

Blaine: I'm on lunch if you wish to be bothered

It takes Kurt fifteen minutes to respond and Blaine spends the time bouncing his knee anxiously and reminding himself that Kurt actually does have A Life and it's not all about him. Unfortunately.

Kurt: Bother away

Kurt: How's real life going?

Blaine: Extremely boring

Kurt: Mine too. No cute, half naked guys in my Insta feed today 😔

Blaine: Listen

"What are you smiling about so much?" Elliott interjects, wandering into the break room and stealing a bite of Blaine's sandwich. He looks at the phone in Blaine's hand. "Oh my God. Are you talking to your Instagram man right now? Your Insta-man?"

"Shut up."

"That's not a no."

"I thought this was a safe space," Blaine complains and Elliott cackles.

"I'm not judging. You're adorable. "

"You say you're not judging but your tone says otherwise."

"Don't leave him on read," Elliott urges, waving him away and grabbing a magazine. "God forbid I get in the way of 'true love.'"

"I can hear the quotation marks," Blaine mutters but he glances back at his phone.

Kurt: I'm listening intently

Blaine: Sorry. My friend interrupted my flow to ask me why I was smiling so much

Kurt: Oh? And why ARE you smiling so much

Blaine: I've made a horrible mistake

Kurt: 😂

Blaine: I'm being bullied from all sides today

Kurt: No. I've been smiling all day too. Because of you, to be clear.

Kurt: It's going to be very awkward if you weren't smiling because of me now

Blaine laughs, ignoring Elliott's pointed cough.

Blaine: Don't worry.

Blaine: It was definitely because of you

#fic: ba vs valentine's day #klaine fic #klaine fanfiction #my fic

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nonhumanresources · 1 year ago

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Summertime Gummy Fun

I know we're getting into fall but here's a solid summery story to round out the season. It's an older one so I cannot vouch for my past prose but it holds up alright. I swear I'm better at writing now. Evan is my good friend Luna's old sona but they're a pony now.

Summary: Ash, a dragon, and Evan, a goodra, pay a visit to their friend Marie—a shark taller than a skyscraper. However, Marie has some strange ideas on what to do with friends, and shenanigans ensue, including a dubious candy recipe, sharkification, a bit of a brain-bender for Evan, and a swimsuit contest. DISCLAIMER: this one is a bit more scandalous (there are boobs and they are touched) so maybe keep it 18+.

What to expect: Macro/size difference interactions, gummy shark TF via melting and setting in molds, mental/physical twinning (generally willing), excessive amounts of exposition, an awfully extended swimsuit contest, overly excitable shark girls, and some good old fashioned TG.

Length: 9.7k words.

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“You sure this is the right place?”

Ash nodded, laughing. “Who else would have a house this big?”

Evan shrugged, his head tilted back, staring up at a door that was well over ten (and probably many more) times his own height. “Some other giant shark, I guess,” he quipped. The house it was connected to was vast, bigger than any castle, but certainly not as fancy. It seemed to be an average rural house, scaled up until it towered above the landscape around it. Sort of like everything else was just an elaborate model that some crazy giant had created. “When you said she was big, I didn’t realize you meant macro.”

“I probably should have clarified that,” Ash mumbled, looking embarrassed.

“Eh, don’t sweat it,” Evan said. “It’ll just make things more interesting is all. How do we, uh….” He gestured at the door, a bit of goo flicking off of his arm.

“Knock? We don’t. I can fly up and hit the doorbell, though.” Ash pointed upwards, to where Evan could make out a box the size of a gardening shed, with an enormous button in the middle.

“I’ll, uh, stay here,” Evan said, feeling extra conscious about his lack of wings. He wasn’t quite used to being a goodra — which technically meant being a dragon, too, like Ash. Instead of wings and scales, though, he had smooth skin and lots of slimy goop. Ash claimed it was healthy, since goodras were supposedly slug-like, but it still seemed a little excessive at times. No matter how used to it he was, though, he still loved the feeling of being one.

“Good, because I didn’t want to carry you that whole way,” Ash said, laughing. They crouched and launched themselves upwards, jumping a good five feet before even having to flap their wings. Heh, showy gymnast….

Ash noisily pumped their wings up and down, and Evan watched as they grew smaller and smaller, dwarfed by the doorbell. He snickered when the dragon flew backwards, like they were getting a running start, and slammed their whole body into the doorbell, just barely managing to push it hard enough to activate.

A ring loud enough to shake the concrete porch under Evan’s feet shattered the air, sending Ash plummeting downwards. They caught themselves about half way down, gliding down to land next to Evan, who had his paws over his ears. Luckily, it didn’t last long — one enormous ring that faded away until it was just an echo, then nothing more than an ache in their ears.

“That was awful,” Evan declared, as soon as his ears had recovered. “Why—“

His question was interrupted by the door sailing open at an incredible speed, whistling several feet over the two dragons’ heads before slamming into the side of the house. “Visitors!”

Rest of the story is under the cut, as usual. If you prefer a Google doc format you can find that here. Comments/questions/thoughts always appreciated! If you made it this far I love you unequivocally and hope you have an anti-lugubrious day.

A voice nearly as loud as the doorbell bellowed out, and with a whoosh of air, a great head came into view as the gigantic shark Ash had told Evan about crouched down. She was easily one or two hundred feet tall - but honestly, it was hard to take in details past that at this scale. It took Evan a few moments to even discern where her face was.

“Hi, Marie!” Ash shouted at the top of their lungs. It must sound like squeaking to her…

“Aw, lookie, it’s Ashy!” The shark responded, this time at a much softer scale. She clapped her hands together happily, which shook Evan’s bones with concussive force. “Who’s your little friend? He’s short even compared to you!” By like, a foot! Evan thought incredulously.

Ash laughed. “Most people are short compared to me, Marie. This is Evan. Evan, Marie. Want to take us inside? We can get better acquainted there.”

Marie nodded, shoving some of her messy hair out of her face (each strand was half as thick as Evan’s arm). “Climb aboard, passengers!” She said theatrically, bending over and sticking her hand palm-up on the ground. Its thickness was nearly as great as Evan was tall. Ash leaped up, reaching a paw down to help Evan up with them.

Cradled safely in her palm, which was, thankfully, clean, Marie lifted them up and into the house.

Conversation was much easier once it involved a magnifying glass.

Marie had one of the best setups Evan had seen to talk to small folk like himself. Most macros, people who lived on an entirely different magnitude of life, would just lean in close and whisper, then listen carefully for whatever response came.

Not Marie. She carried them to a table (making airplane noises and pretending to talk over an intercom the whole way) that was still bigger than any house, letting them hop off there. On the end of the table facing the rest of the room, an enormous ring was mounted, made of dull bronze. Its base had a few buttons that were each the size of a small stage, and there was a megaphone-like cone sitting next to it. A set of regularly sized furniture, mostly squishy couches and chairs, sat under the focus of the ring, with the small end of the megaphone pointing towards it.

Once Evan and Ash had dropped off of her palm, Evan with a wet splat that sent Marie into a fit of giggles, the shark clicked one of the buttons on the ring and sat down in a chair facing it. A line of blue light lit up along the inner edge of the ring, and Marie clapped her hands again, thankfully farther away than last time.

”Still working! I’m always worried I’ll break this thing.” She sat back, satisfied, and Evan was able to take in more about her. It was more like looking at a Megaplex movie screen. Still intimidating, but at least he could see her whole body at once.

Marie had wild, black hair, like a halo around her face and its permanent toothy grin. She was dressed in a tank top and capris, her skin a smoky gray along the top, paler underneath her chin, on her chest, and on the insides of her arms and hands. Her fingers came to sharp points, and her bare hind paws were the same way. A thick tail stuck out from behind her. Her whole look was casual in a happy sort of way. Everything about her radiated sheer glee. Evan couldn’t help but wonder what her sizes were - did they even size clothes for macros? Marie seemed a little curvier than normal (proportion wise, of course). Each macro probably got their own measurements - that made more sense than making giant clothes that had a chance to not fit anyone.

Evan’s train of thought was derailed by Ash’s voice. “Like I said outside, this is Evan. He’s a great friend, you’ll love him.” They directed their voice towards the opening of the megaphone thing, and Evan could hear it echo through it, presumably coming out louder on the other side, although he didn't notice any change. Marie didn’t seem to have any trouble hearing them.

“If he’s your friend, Ashy honey, I’m sure I will!” Marie directed her grin at Evan, who gave a slightly intimidated wave.

“Uh. Heyyy.” Evan’s mind blanked, and there was a brief, awkward silence. Luckily, Ash jumped in.

“Marie, why don’t you tell him how the ring works?” Ash offered. Marie jumped in her seat, tail fins flopping.

”Totally! So, this thing used to be like, a super huge magnifying glass - I mean it still is but it’s definitely magic now! I bought it so I could see little tiny people when I talk to them but the glass kept like, lighting the table on fire!” She barked out a laugh. “So I punched it out and had Ashy-poo get someone to enchant it to just act like one instead!”

“Wait, how was it lighting the table on fire?” Evan asked, incredulous.

“Y’know, the whole light-reflecting-thing,” Marie replied.

“Light refraction through the magnifying glass. Like burning ants,” Ash cut in.

“Yes! That! Smarty-dragon!” Marie exclaimed.

“Oh, huh. I wouldn’t have thought of that.” The whole set up made a bit more sense, now.

“Well, neither did I, goopy.” Evan laughed at that, feeling a little more relaxed now that conversation was happening.

He fell silent for a bit as Ash and Marie chatted, catching up on each others’ lives. They went back and forth, talking about this and that, Ash describing some of the details of their latest dungeon dive and Marie excitedly talking about how she’d managed to find some giant succulents to grow (which sounded suspiciously like regular-sized trees). Evan’s mind wandered along with his eyes, flitting idly around the room. It was fairly normal looking - comfy furniture, a fireplace on one wall, a couple of doors and hallways leading out to the rest of the house. A few beach-themed accessories sat on shelves and hung on the walls, giving the place a vaguely touristy feel, along with various nicknacks scattered about. It was… pleasantly cluttered, if that was even a thing.

“Oh!” Evan started as Marie leaped up from her chair, tail sticking straight up in the air behind her. “I totally forgot! I have this super-ultra-amazing recipe - you guys have to help me make it!” She bustled over to the table flapping her hands what felt like an excessive amount before laying one down for them to climb onto.

Ash shrugged and bounced to her palm. “I’m not sure what all we can do to help, but I’m certainly down to try.”

Evan felt a little bit more skeptical about it (how could he do anything in a macro kitchen?), but figured arguing with Marie would be like trying to convince a puppy to stop being cheerful. He grabbed Ash’s paw and wiggled up onto Marie’s, which promptly curled around the both of them as she rushed out of the room. Ash yelped as Evan slapped against him, but the shark’s grip wasn’t painfully tight. It wasn’t necessarily comfortable, either, though. Ash tried to yell something, but the air whooshed it away from their maw before Marie could hear it, and Evan was too disoriented to understand whatever it was.

The walls rushing past Evan’s snout changed from brown to a light gray, and he assumed the change meant they’d entered the kitchen, although the different sizes and frankly ridiculous rush made it impossible to really tell. Marie didn’t stop and set them down, either. She bounced back and forth around the room, and the clanging from pots magnified a hundred times by their size rattled his brain.

After what felt like much longer than it probably was, Marie’s fist opened, and Evan tumbled right out of it, Ash still stuck to him, goop pulling away from the shark skin with a wet shhlup! The pair banged into the ground, Evan’s large, squishy form splatting on top of Ash before rolling off of the now slime-covered dragon.

Marie seemed to be humming somewhere far off. Evan was too rattled to stand; he gasped in and out, trying to regain any semblance of awareness. The ground was a solid black, and the reverberations from smacking into it left it trembling for a few moments. Pulling his face from the ground (his goo was sticking everywhere), he thought for a second that his vision might be gone, before he realized the walls were black as well.

A pot. She’s cooking us, Evan thought, eyes growing wide with panic. He couldn’t figure out why Marie would befriend Ash just to eat them and their friend, but what with the whole ‘being in a giant pot’ thing, it was pretty obvious to him what was going down. Searching wildly, he saw Ash laying face down a few feet away. Evan crawled over and slapped their arm.

“Get up!” he hissed, to which Ash just groaned in reply. Evan started shaking them. “Up! We gotta fly out of here!”

Off in the distance, Marie was muttering something. “Wait, this only works for one? Shoot…”

“Aaaaash!” Evan shouted, picking up the dragon’s face. Their eyes looked unfocused - had they knocked their head?

Gosh dangit! He couldn’t get out of here alone! The sides of the pot were way too high up - he was a slug dragon, he wasn’t an actual slug!

A giant finger suddenly appeared, shoving Evan backwards a few feet effortlessly. “Heya goopy!” The happy trill to Marie’s voice made Evan feel sick. “I gotta move Ashy over to a new pot. Hang tight in there!” Her hand wrapped around Ash, and in a moment, they were gone, leaving Evan alone.

“Wait!” Evan’s cry did nothing to halt the titanic shark. Marie hummed along, oblivious to any distress she was causing.

Fortunately for Evan, it didn’t last long. Marie’s face loomed over the pot, a massive iris peering down at him, accompanied by a measuring cup that could house a swimming pool. “Watch out down there,” she giggled, and before he could respond, the cup flipped over, a deluge of gelatin hunks slamming down on top of his head, darkness enclosing the Goodra as the pot beneath his feet began to glow.

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Heat. Swirling, globular heat. Immense. All-encompassing. Through the simmering murk, thoughts began to emerge. Questions, curses, biting rebukes - until with the swipe of a paddle it’s wiped clean. Something rams the thoughts apart and recombines them in new, flip-flopped ways, breeding bestial brain waves from the remnants of the old. Every time the mind starts to come together it’s once again blasted apart and forcibly shoved into a new configuration, a square shoved into a circular hole over and over and over and over, and through it all the boiling, roiling heat….

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Evan woke up cramped.

Actually, cramped was an understatement - he was positively crushed. Something pressed in on him from all sides, literally condensing him. That wasn’t an unusual ability for a Goodra, but something about it this time felt… off. There was some sort of tube in his maw that allowed shockingly easy breathing, but something about the way it rested against his teeth was off-putting. Adjusting was impossible; it felt like he’d been laminated. His vision didn’t seem to make any sense, a mess of blurred light. At rest it was bearable, but now that he was wriggling about, he could feel aches starting to set in. Evan groaned. What had Marie done?

Speaking of, a booming vibration rattled whatever Evan was imprisoned in, the tenor familiar. Even though he couldn’t make out any specific words, Marie’s voice was easy to make out, and a huge swathe of his sight was suddenly darkened by a massive, indistinct figure. A lurch sent Evan’s head spinning like a broken compass, his sense of up and down completely out of whack, and the voice got louder, clearer.

“Oooh, I can’t wait to break these molds!” she babbled. Molds? Was that what she’d stuck Evan into? Why? Was Ash in one too? Dragons didn’t compress like Goodras….

The mold rattled about a bit more, until Evan felt it squeeze even tighter. Marie must be grabbing it. He kept trying to shift, hands and feet beginning to go dumb. Was that air on his tail? It felt damp, but maybe—

Kr-shlick!

“AHA!”

Warm air flooded across Evan’s back as Marie finally disconnected the mold, snapping it into two pieces. His face was still stuck, but at least part of him was exposed to fresh air, now.

Evan began to immediately regret that exposure as soon as he felt his rear pop! outwards, well over twice the size it had been before. Face burning and tail flopping out into the air, feeling chunky and long and prickly all at once, Evan struggled to extricate the rest of his body.

“Aw, how cute! That thing is massive!” Marie giggled, now only muffled by the few inches of polycarbonate, and Evan pulled and tugged harder. How dare she! When he got out of this mess, he was going to have words with that shark. If he could ever get out in the first place.

When a claw flicked Evan’s backside, bouncing it like nothing he’d ever felt before, he finally snapped. One enormous SHOVE with both arms blew him backwards, body expanding as the pressure disappeared, snout FWUMPING out as he yelped, arms bursting wider, hips easily tripling in size. One last thing kept him attached to the mold, though - somehow, his chest was stuck, and it was doing something awful to his mind, twisting it in knots and filling his stomach with butterflies. His vision was showing him blue and white translucent skin, but he ignored it, focused fully on leveraging himself backwards, arms straining. Marie was chattering away; he wasn’t listening. One… two…

Before he could count to three, Marie smacked his rear again, and Evan yelped, hands flying back to grab it and popping out his chest in the process, accompanied by the noise of a loud, sucking vacuum filling with air.. The stoppage, it turned out, was from a giant rack, condensed to fit the plastic shaping. Free from its confines, it flew backwards with him, wobbling, pillowy weight settling against his ribs.

Evan quite nearly fainted again.

Marie, on the other hand, positively squealed with delight. “OHMYGOSH! Look how HUGE you are! This is like, so incredible!!!” With a swoosh, Evan was snatched up into Marie’s paw, flying up close to her gibbering snout. “Lemme get a better look at you!”

“Put—woah—put me down!” Evan yelled, voice high and peaking. Oh, lord - he really was a girl now, wasn’t he? Or… she was, apparently. Even just thinking that made him shudder. He… she wasn’t opposed to the idea, but this was both incredibly sudden and hugely embarrassing.

“Aw, lookie that, when you blush you get all puuuurple~” Marie trilled, fanning her face with her other paw, overwhelmed. “You’re perfect, mini-me!”

“I’m—” Evan began, then stopped, confused. “Mini-me? What are you talking about, Marie?” Fortunately, despite her excitement, she did seem to be listening closely.

“‘M talking about you, sillyhead! You’re a little gummy Marie, isn’t that AWESOME?” She grinned, teeth glinting.

“Excuse me?” Evan said, appalled. She glanced down at herself - gulping when she saw her cleavage squished in Marie’s grip - and noted once again the soft white and blue skin. She definitely was no longer Goodra shaped, that was for sure.

“You know that whole recipe thing? Well, I figured, if I can make magic gummy candy, couldn’t I make my friends in magic gummy candy? Sure I had to boil it and whatever, but I was pretty sure you’d be fine. I kinda had this crazy idea a month or two ago and starting making these little people molds, since I saw this really cool video about them, you should totally watch it—”

“Marie,” Evan said sardonically.

“Right! Uh, so yeah, I made two molds so far, both sharks, and the first one was modeled after myself! Except, ah, I made her kinda…” Marie leaned in like she was about to tell Evan a secret, winking at the same time. “Super busty! Heehee, isn’t that silly? I thought it looked sooo cute and it TOTALLY does on you!” Marie giggles, opening her palm so that Evan was sitting flat on it, waggling her other fingers at her.

“You’re seriously telling me you put me in a mold shaped like a busty shark?” Evan cried, flopping down onto her rear. The softness of the landing on her puffy rear was like another impact on her already confused mentality. “You can’t just do that to people, Marie! What if I was like… I dunno, allergic to gummies? That would be totally bad! I… argh, why am I talking like you? Fix this!”

“Awhhh, you’ll be fiiine, the gummy thing is like, totally reversible. Chillax, Mini Marie,” the shark teased, winking again. “Here, lemme show ya how good you look.” The palm started moving, forcing Evan to brace herself with both paws so that she didn’t teeter off the edge. Marie high-tailed it through her home, out of the kitchen (which was an absolute mess, Evan noted), through the den where the magnifier was situated, and finally through a hallway to reach the bathroom. Evan noticed that she was expecting to find it there. This was her first time in the house - why would she know anything about what rooms were where? Maybe it was just intuition. She sighed, reaching up one paw and hesitantly bouncing her rack lightly, curious. Whatever ingredients Marie had used, they were seriously fluffy. That touch brought a blush to her cheeks, coloring them a sweet plum.

Finally coming to a stop in front of the bathroom sink, Marie thrust out her palm, placing Evan directly in front of a mirror. At first glance, all she saw was blue and white; she looked down, groaning, not wanting to see any details. Marie wouldn’t have it; she prodded Evan to her feet and placed a giant finger under her chin, pushing it up so that she could meet her own eyes in the mirror. They were set in a cheery cerulean face with a sharp, blunt muzzle. Evan braced herself, looked down, and promptly froze.

She was so curvy. Like, she’d been able to tell that already, but seeing it was… shocking. “Grkk,” was the only thing she could think to say as she twisted, Marie drawing away her finger and grinning.

Evan was now a perky female shark, rendered in pearl and sapphire, jewel tones made entirely of sugar. She was naked, yes, but she had been naked as a goodra too, so really not much had changed. Any problematic areas were smoothed away, likely because Marie hadn’t included those details in the mold. The dorsal side of her back and arms was a light oceanic shade, deepening towards her back in a gorgeous fade as the thickness of the gummy material increased, the indigo of an abyss. Her chin and the front of her throat, torso, and the inside of her arms and legs were all white - funnily enough, it was similar to how Ash usually looked. The white gelatin made up about half the thickness of her body where it was present, like a regular gummy shark. Her face was mostly blue, with white freckles spattered across her cheeks, and hair matching Marie’s of a slightly darker shade. Her sharp teeth were all squishy, of course, as well as her pointed hands and feet. A fat tail swung lazily behind her, cute fins poking out the top and adorning the end.

Outside of a few details, she seriously was identical to Marie. The shark’s happy-go-lucky grin was plastered on Evan’s face (oh, lord, why am I smiling my face off at this…?), her smile lines rendered in perfect sugary detail. Arms and legs had the same tight, wiry strength and soft curves, and her hair held the same cute part. She even, Evan noted while walking a tight circle on Marie’s palm, flounced about the same way. The major difference was the frankly massive chest and hips, which were clearly overboard. Marie was certainly well-endowed but it was still… well, reasonable. Evan faced away from the mirror and reached around to push a paw against her huge rear, face a wine-colored mess of blush.

“This is excessive!” she stammered, punctuating it with a high-pitched laugh. She couldn’t tell if it was incredulous or ecstatic. Her brain was so muddled….

“I know, isn’t it AWESOME?” Marie sang, leaning down. “I’m SUCH a hottie! Look at that butt!”

“I am and I hate it!” Evan wailed, twisting her neck to look up at the other shark. Being made of sweet collagen had its perks, namely increased flexibility, so it was easy to contort to both look straight upwards and keep her corkscrewed pose at the same time.

“Aw, don’t be a brat,” she chided, flipping her paw so that Evan dropped to her stomach with an oof! She laid across Marie’s fingers, her chest hanging off the edge. “I want a chance to look at you now! You got yours, heehee.”

“What—ACK!” Evan yelped as Marie’s paw smushed her rear around. “HEY! THAT’S MINE!”

“It’s ours, silly~” Marie reminded her, not letting up in the slightest. Evan squirmed about, protesting, but she wouldn’t listen. It felt amazing, too, which made it all that much more embarrassing, and all the while she kept on chattering.

“Oh, we’re going to have so much fun! Having another me is like, SUCH a relief, you know? Ashy is such a little cutie but they’re sorta on a different wavelength. Oh, maybe they’ll match more now that they’re a shark too….”

“Wait, Ashy—”

Marie interrupted Evan with a gasp, her eyes sparkling. “You used their nickname! This is like, totally working, mini me!” Evan tried to mumble a rebuttal, but Marie wouldn’t listen.

Was she really becoming more like her? Her brain was like, all over the place. It was hard to tell! How was she supposed to figure anything out with all this stuff happening?

...those thoughts hardly even felt like me….

Maybe this really was having an affect on her mind. The thought was terrifying, but… exhilarating all the same. The thought of being just like Marie made her feel all warm, like her body was softening as it would on the stove.

“Okay, time to inspect the front,” Marie sayid knocking Evan out of her train of thought as she easily flipped her over like a pancake with one smooth motion. Evan folded her arms over her chest, frowning.

“No,” she stated, frowning.

“Don’t be a spoilsport,” Marie retorted, a claw jabbing Evan’s side, sinking into it.

“No!” she said again, louder, her chest squashing out from under her arms. “It’s like, totally my rack!” Evan cringed - why was she talking like that?

“Ours, I already told you that, silly. C’mon, just a peek? It’ll be quick!” Marie pleaded, rocking Evan in her palm. The gummy shark sighed. If it was really just a peek, then what was the harm? Besides, she couldn’t handle the physical feedback from her arms taught over her chest for much longer. She grunted, looking away and thrusting her arms down to her sides, hands balled into fists. Marie giggled and leaned down, kissing the side of Evan’s head.

“Perfect, mini me!” she sang out. Wasting no time, Marie clasped her hands together with Evan cradled in the center. She leaned in close to look Evan up and down, murmuring all the while. Her hot breath blew over her smooth skin. The moisture made her skin a little less smooth, more tacky against the humongous palm. After a few moments, she spoke up again. “Can I feel your sides? They look soooo soft, I just gotta.”

Conflicted, Evan just mumbled a tight, “Whatever.” What was she supposed to do? Refuse to let Marie feel her own gummy self? Gummy replica, Evan reminded herself; She was totes not Marie.

She braced herself as Marie bent in her thumbs, squashing her sides and squishing into them. It was an enormous tease as the edges of her thumbs brushed up against her bouncing chest. She HAD to have realized that! Evan squirmed, the scent of her perfume strong in her nose. Was that coming from herself, perhaps…?

“Yep, TOTALLY me!” Marie declared, thumbs still in place.

“Am not!” Evan yelled.

“Am too!” Marie threw back cheerfully. “Wait, does that like, even work?”

“Uh… I’d have to ask Ashy,” Evan admitted, stumbling a little as Marie compressed her lungs tight with an especially strong massage. Her face was nothing but a berry-colored blush.

“Mmm, yep, that’s me alright. Can’t you feel it?” Marie pressed, both metaphorically and literally. Her hot breaths made it hard to think. She was starting to bend.

“Awwhh, I like, absolutely see it in your face! Let all those weird gooey thoughts just melt out your cute ears, hun. You’re me now, there’s no need to worry! Sexy sharky, body and mind, hehe! Well, as much as is even in there, hehe. Goodness knows my big noggin is reaaaal empty sometimes. It’s just so easy to go with the flow, you know?” Marie’s fingers slid teasingly up her inner arms, barely touching her chest before sliding back down the outside of her plush limbs, leaving Evan panting. “You’ll be like, soooo happy to be me, I can just feel it! You just gotta let me out! Or in? I dunno. Who cares? Just be me~”

Those last words sunk deep, deep, deep into Evan’s mind. She felt so… relaxed, in Marie’s hands. What she was saying made sense. It would be so nice to be Marie….

“I know just the thing to convince you.” Marie leaned even closer, plunging Evan into shadow. “No good Marie can resist a tease - and you’re the best little Marie there’s ever been~” She connected the gap between their faces, planting a kiss on Evan’s entire face. It was impossible to escape, due to the sheer size. At the same moment, her thumbs moved inwards, and Ma… Evan let out a strangled, muffled yelp as Marie squished her rack together. She couldn’t move; her thoughts were… so light. She felt….

Good. She f… felt gooood. Great, even. Flustered, sure; worked up, absolutely. The tease was magnificently executed. Marie’s words echoed in her mind, drowning out her old voice, the kiss helping to draw a new one up to the surface. The chest massage made her eyelids flutter and knees wobble. Her thighs rubbed together as her paws paddled at Marie’s hand, the coarse texture on her paws almost as good as the professional tease on her midsection. Her whole being was surrounded in Marie’s warmth and life and scent, and her stomach became wild with butterflies as she imagined herself falling, falling into that cocoon of someone else’s self.

When Marie finally broke the kiss, she found herself staring back at her, a matching woozy look in all four eyes.

“Like, wow, I had no clue I was such a good kisser!~” she spoke in unison, then broke into laughter, identical except for the decibel rating. She wiped a tear away, in mirrored unison with herself, faces rosy cheeked and breathing heavy.

Mini Marie sighed, leaning back into a salacious pose. “Mmmmnnn, I can’t WAIT to get used to myself,” she drawled, while her bigger self gave her an approving smile.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Big Marie said, a predatory glint in her eye. “I still have to wake up Ashy - and then, it’s party time!”

_____

With her new small body, it was like, suuuper easy to pop Ashy right out of her mold. All it took was a few good tugs before Mini Marie popped it open, revealing a much less curvy and significantly more panicked shark. Their (now her, judging by that bust and rear) red scales must have done something to the recipe—instead of being white and blue, Ashy was green and pink, with a completely different consistency. Where Mini Marie was incredibly soft, able to squash and stretch, Ashy was much more firm. Pressure left dents in her skin that slowly filled in, rather than the instant bounce of the blue shark. Her hair was molded into place, puffy and springy. The gummy material was also entirely opaque. Perhaps it had been a different recipe - Marie didn’t really remember, and it didn’t quite matter. They were both gorgeous either way, so who cared? Marie preferred the blue, but she waaaas kinda jealous about the perk that the denser gummy had.

“This isn’t okay!” Ashy shouted up to Big Marie, waving her arms. Mini Marie watched with a grin, lounging and nibbling on a tailfin. “You can’t just do this to people, Marie!”

“Why not?” Both of the other sharks asked simultaneously, before bursting into fits of giggles. They were totes on the same wavelength. Ashy sighed, rubbing her forehead with a paw. The pose was SUPER cute - Mini Marie would have taken a picture if she hadn’t lost her phone somewhere. Oopsies!

“Turning people into candy clones of yourself is not the sort of thing you do on a first visit, hun,” Ashy explained.

Both Maries tilted their heads to the side. “Like, why not?” Big Maire asked.

“But I’m sooo adorable as her!” Mini Marie chimed in.

“How many visits are you SUPPOSED to wait? Is there like, a time when it’s considered polite?”

“Yeah, I have great manners!”

“Ohmygosh, we should get little me a tiny French dress, that would be magnifique!”

“Let me rephrase that: just don’t turn people into candy clones!” Ashy’s voice was strained; Mini Marie wondered why. “You just don’t do that sort of thing!”

Big Marie frowned and folded her arms, Mini Marie following a second after. “Well, that’s just not fair. How are we supposed to have a party if you’re not the cutest little gummy sharks EVER?”

Ashy’s tail lashed as she started explaining the concept of party invitations, but Mini Marie stopped listening. She was way more focused on the other shark’s tail. And maybe stealing glances at her butt. Okay, TOTALLY stealing glances at her butt, but she wasn’t gonna apologize for it! Cute butts are for looking, she should know, as the candy with the cutest butt around! Plus, Ashy was wiggling all over the place as she wagged, which increased the cuteness by like… thirty. No, fifty! Licking her chops, Mini Marie waggled her own rear, then pounced—not as Ashy’s tush, she wasn’t RUDE. Just at her tail, to give it a nice taste test.

Ashy’s speech was interrupted by a high pitched yelp. She grabbed at her thick tail, pulling it upwards in both arms, fishing up a Marie attached to it near the end. She grinned at her friend through a mouthful of sweet, watermelon-flavored tail. Ashy huffed, disgruntled, and flicked her nose, forcing her to let go with a grunt. Marie kept the smile on, though.

“Your butt’s hot,” she stated. Ashy’s cheeks grew a little less green and a little more pink as she twisted, still gripping a mass of tail, trying to glance behind her.

Big Marie interrupted with a laugh. “Alright you two, stop flirting.”

“I wasn’t—” Ashy started, then screeched as Mini Marie smacked her rear. Big Marie laughed.

“You TOTES were. We don’t have time for that now, though. It’s time to get our summer party started!”

With that, she scooped up the gummy sharks—one bickering, one flirting back in kind—and bustled to her bedroom.

_____

Mini Marie got deposited with Ashy at the far end of Big Marie’s vast bed, surrounded by curtains. They seemed to be mismatched cloth scraps with an assortment of patterns and textures, all strung up on bent coat hangers thicker than her own neck. She hadn’t gotten a good glimpse of the rest of the bedroom, besides the purple blanket draped across the bed. It was soft under her paws.

Big Marie disappeared from above the pair while they got their bearings, returning a moment later with something clutched between her paws, her shadow encroaching like that of a titan.

“Alright, girls, here’s the plan,” she declared. Ashy spoke up before she could continue. Or, well, yelled up, whatever.

“Marie, just let us leave and sort this mess out!” she called, hands on her hips. Mini Marie only glanced down a couple of times.

“Awww, come oooon, Ashy-pie!” Big Marie pouted. “Just for a little while, then you can go. Pleeeease?”

Ashy sighed an ADORABLE little sigh. How was her snout that cute? Mini Marie tried to cross her eyes and look down at her own, and ended up all dizzy. Whoops. “Promise you’ll help us afterwards?” Big Marie nodded eagerly, flashing a smile.

“Ugh. Fine. Go on.” She waved a hand, flopping down onto the blanket.

“You’re the best!” Big Marie kissed the tip of one finger, bopping Ashy on the nose with it (which had the side effect of shoving her deeper into the thick blanket). Mini Marie bent down, arms swinging behind her, and planted another one on the side of her cheek. The watermelon tang lingered on her lips.

The macro shark cleared her throat and continued, rolling her head to toss her hair over a shoulder. “I’ve been wanting to do this for AGES, so I’m like, mega excited to announce our first annual shark girl fashion show!” With a flourish, she opened her paws, a colorful mass of something flying out from between them and raining down upon Mini Marie and Ashy. It took a few moments to discern what they were; once the top half of a bikini smacked Ashy in the face, sending Marie into a fit of giggles, it was pretty obvious.

“This year’s theme: swimwear!” Marie planted her hands on her hips, cocked to one side, her eyes glinting.

“Oh, come on!” Ashy groaned. She dropped her head back and her gummy hair bobbed.

“No freaking way!” Mini Marie babbled at the same time. She dove towards the piles, but Big Marie stopped her with a click of her tongue. She tumbled head over tail, the soft blanket stopping her on her stomach.

“Ah-ah-ah, let me explain the rules first,” she chided. Mini Marie sat back with a flustered but cheeky grin.

“First rule… be as TOTALLY SEXY as possible! There’s three rounds, so make ‘em count!” she declared, trying to look serious. She snorted then devolved into laughter. “Okay, that’s the only rule, get dressed! I wanna see you cutiepies as soon as possible! Walk through the curtains and you’ll be on the stage, so make sure you’re dressed when you head out!” Giggling at herself, Big Marie’s giant silhouette disappeared as the shark walked away with booming steps.

Alone with Ashy once again, Mini Marie shot towards the swimsuits, sweeping them up in big heaps and sorting through them. She was an absolute fashion EXPERT - finding the perfect fit should be a piece of cake! Fortunately, neither one of them really needed privacy, already being completely undressed and still modest by most standards, so she could help Ashy pick one, too. Oooh, this was going to be so much fun!~

Ashy was just looking at her, so while she sorted the swimsuits into groups by type, she held them up to her friend’s body, looking for one that would fit such a tall build that wasn’t too tight in the bust.

“Evan,” Ashy said, tail flicking. It had a pair of swim trunks dangling off its fin. Marie went on humming; like, who was she trying to talk to?

“Evan,” she repeated, stepping forwards. Marie glanced up, brow furrowed, holding a light red tankini, a sort of bra-skirt combo. Nah, that wouldn’t—

“Evan!” Ashy shouted, grabbing her shoulders. Marie eeped at the intensity in the shark’s pink and green face. Despite being the same shape, it almost seemed like her hair was wild in that moment.

“I—I don’t—” Marie babbled, glancing anywhere but the eyes of the shark in front of her. And DEFINITELY not at those teeth. They were surely soft, but that didn’t make the sight less intimidating.

Ashy sighed, expression softening. “Sorry. Too intense.”

Marie nodded quickly. “YeahthatwasreallyscaryandyoushouldneverdothatagainlikeHOLYGOD.” She took a breath. “I thought you were gonna straight up EAT ME.” Ashy blinked, opening her maw and poking at her teeth - soft, sure enough.

“Okay, okay, my bad. But you won’t listen!” she complained.

“I like, always listen to you, babe!” Marie countered. “I didn’t think you were talking to me because that’s not even my name, silly goose.”

“Okay, first of all, not true, and second, it most DEFINITELY is,” Ashy said flatly. Marie didn’t like the tone in her voice; it sounded too… matter-of-fact. Like it had to be true because it just… it just was. She didn’t like that at all.

“It most definitely is not,” Marie said in a mimicry of Ashy’s serious tone, trying to lighten the mood. “Come on, you know me! Rawr, big shark Marie! Except like, totally your size. And candy!” Marie grinned and pointed at her own sharp teeth, squashing them with her other paw.

Ashy just sighed at that, so she dropped her paws. “You’re absolutely brainwashed, aren’t you?”

Marie thought about it for a moment. Brainwashed, like… her brain was clean? Her mind did feel like, suuuuper empty. Just cute shark thoughts swimming around sometimes. So, a yes, then! She grinned and nodded, hair flapping. This conversation stuff was easy-peasy. Although, judging by Ashy’s hard time responding, maybe she hadn’t gotten it exactly.

“There’s no way Marie would do this on a whim. Or even could do this. So it must have been at least partially willing. Ugh…” Ashy buried her face in her paws, and Marie’s tail drooped. She was… a good friend, right? So that meant comforting her other friend, even if that friend was also like, being all weird and stuff and making no sense at all. Maybe she was just going through something! Marie snuggled up to Ashy, tucking her arms around her friend, chest resting on top of hers.

“Aw, it’ll be okay, sweetheart,” Marie cooed, rocking back and forth. Ashy made a strangled sound.

“Drowning in boob,” she managed to eek out around the grapple. Marie snickered.

“Taste good?~”

“I literally cannot breathe,” came the reply. So, probably a yes! She loosened the vice-like hug all the same, though. Ashy took in a great gulp of air and mumbled something about artificial sweeteners, her face much pinker than before. Just how Marie liked it!

“Look, we need to talk,” Ashy murmured. “I’m worried.”

“Worried about me? I’m totally fine, sweetcheeks,” Marie said squeezing Ashy’s rear for emphasis. The shark jumped in her grip.

“YES, worried about you,” she replied through gritted teeth, swatting away the prying paw.

“Well, just don’t be! I’m not, it’s way easier.” Marie winked.

“Doesn’t work that way.”

“Can it work that way right now?”

“I… what?”

“Listen, I really want to do this swimsuit competition,” Marie explained, her tone almost pleading. “Like, so so so bad. SOOOO BAD. You wouldn’t even GET how badly—”

“Point being?” Ashy interjected.

“...Point being, let’s talk after and have fun now!” Marie finished. Ashy scrunched up her nose all cute-like, thinking about it. It took waaaay too long. Marie idly wondered what it would be like to have that many thoughts, thinking about how her hips were curled against Ashy’s.

“You’ll come to my house to figure things out afterwards?” Ashy finally asked, pensive.

“A date? Abso-freaking-lutely I will!” Marie exclaimed.

“Not a date! It’s a magic removal session!” Ashy tried to explain, flustered. Marie hipchecked her now-totally-unofficial-girlfriend. She almost shuddered at how good that felt to think. “And stop looking at my cleavage!” Marie (reluctantly) obliged, tongue poking out innocently.

“I’m going on a daaate with Aaaashy~” she sang, planting a smooch on the shark’s lips. Ashy wriggled out of it eventually, sputtering, but her grip made it take quite a while. Marie was excited, all the way down to her core - something within her knew that Ashy was probably the smart one, and that the smart one was usually right. That feeling was buried deep within, though, under layers of bubbly, sharky exterior. If it was all some sort of mental charade, well, it was a darn good one. She had herself fooled, even! Whoever this Evan character was, she’d MUCH rather be Marie, and so that was what she’d stay, sense be darned! Boobs were way better than sense anyway. Especially these ones. So there.

No way she’d pass up a one-on-one with a cutie like Ashy, though, that girl was a tuna and a half. A fish that fine had to be caught by hand, not bought at any old deli. She licked her chops, once again appraising her friend’s figure, just as any Marie would respectfully do. It wasn’t like checking out a stranger; this was all compliment, a reminder of how much of a babe she was inside and out. Ashy was too focused on the blue raspberry-marshmallow taste in her mouth to notice. Cutie….

Now wasn’t the time for silly smooches, though. Marie was buzzing to dive into action. The time for swimsuits was now!

_____

Marie gathered up all the swimsuits into one giant pile. Leaping atop it and posing for dramatic flair, she tore into it in a sort of fashion feeding frenzy. The swimwear was sorted into over a dozen piles based on cut and style that made no sense to Ashy, who stood by in awe. It took mere moments for Marie to toss the last one-piece onto a neat stack, brushing away a bit of foam at the corners of her maw. She smiled sheepishly at Ashy, who gave her an impressed two thumbs up.

“Okay, round one, we don’t want to go for anything too crazy,” Marie asserted. “We want the judges to be like, ‘Oh wow, that’s kinda cute,’ get all intrigued, not like, ‘Ew she’s trying too hard, why is she even on the stage, ugh, get her out of here.’”

“What,” Ashy grunted.

“Just put this on,” Marie commanded, tossing a salmon colored one-piece with a plunged neckline to Ashy, who tried to argue, but withered under her commanding glare. It was seriously too cute.

“As for me,” Marie mused, wandering around her piles. Might as well keep the theming; she snagged a few different articles with her paws and tail, comparing them. There was a nice, minty, ruched garment; perhaps a bit too gaudy? It was that, or a full upper-body wetsuit with a patterned set of fish decals, the bottom tapering to a regular swimsuit. She could work with that.

“Marie!” she called out, as loud as she could. “Accessories!”

A sheepish eye glanced over the top of the curtains. “Thought you’d never ask.” She shared a grin with herself.

After another shower of summertime gear, Marie tugged her arms into the wetsuit, letting it snap into place against her thighs snugly. It felt a bit strange without water nearby, but that was okay; this was for the show, anyway. She could always swim later. Grabbing a few last minute additions, Marie took a deep breath and smacked away the curtains, dashing out between them, long tail trailing behind. As promised, there was a long deck lit by car-sized fairy lights along the edges. Big Marie knelt on the ground at the other end so that her head, resting on the bed, was level with the runway. A clipboard rested on the bed beside her, and she’d donned a pair of wide, sharp glasses.

“I’m here for the rescue!” Mini Marie shouted, posing. The dash made her chest bounce underneath the rashguard, which surely garnered Along with the wetsuit, she’d procured a whistle and surfboard, completing her lifeguard outfit. It was a strong starting point; Big Marie applauded and whistled, making a few bubbling noises and calling out ‘I wish you could rescue me, tiny shark!’

Ashy stumbled out next, blinking in the lights. She’d snagged a net, somewhere, as well as a pair of flip flops, and had swapped out the one-piece for one of similar style but with birds flying across it. She leaned forwards, making good use of the plunge neckline, butt out and tail waggling. She was every part the silly tourist, out to catch something exotic. Mini Marie giggled, snapping her fingers politely, and Big Marie gave an approving nod. The smaller shark girl led the way back along the runway, making sure to swing her tail wide, giving glimpses of what was beneath all the way back, and earned one more wolf whistle from her bigger self.

By the time Ashy had made it through the curtains, Marie was already undressed. “Round two!” she called out, flitting around between piles. “First impressions over; let’s start showing off what we’re made of!”

“Marie, aren’t you yourself a judge? Doesn’t that make this a little unfair?” Ashy asked, slowly struggling out of the one-piece.

“Uh, duh,” she replied. “Me or my bestest friend and maybe more are totally gonna win!” Ashy rolled her eyes and Marie’s tail errantly flung a cheeky bikini bottom in her face.

Marie bit her lip, deep in thought. Deeper, perhaps, than she’d EVER been in thought. This competition was really letting her grow into herself, solidifying her as… well, as Marie.

The choices for the second round didn’t have to be perfect, so it didn’t take too long to decide. Marie concocted a couples outfit, dragging Ashy into it with the sheer genius of its design. They waltzed out of the curtain, arm in arm, the epitome of summertime chic. Ashy had on a tight black longline swim top, vest-like, with a large shark bite out of the bottom right, outlined in blue, showing off her whole side and just a titch of side boob, along with a pair of boyshorts, like a bikini bottom with a bit extra coverage in both back and front, blue to match the bite out of her top. A half-sized pink denim jacket rested atop the swim shirt, unbuttoned and loose, reaching about to her mid back. Her tail was bangled, and she had matching sunglasses with her partner.

Marie, on the other side, was wearing a tomboyish combination of tight briefs with a small cut up the sides and a loose-fitting tank top, off-white with bright spray paint splatters across the front. A bra underneath ensured the shirt accentuated her curves. She completed it all with her own ironic twist: a whale tail, made with a bottom that wrapped underneath her tail, stretching out over her huge hips above the briefs. The two leaned against each other back to back, looking like a hot pair of babes ready for a day of sitting on the sand. Marie had even discovered chewing gum somewhere, and tipped her glasses down, idly blowing a bubble.

Big Marie whooped, giving a big round of applause. “I didn’t even think of a doubles round, good job me!” She started scribbling furiously, waving the two away. Mini Marie dragged Ashy back in, laughing gleefully, absolutely elated. Ashy actually smiled back, and Marie couldn’t help but throw her arms around the watermelon shark, nuzzling her neck.

“Woah, hey, we aren’t ACTUALLY a hot lesbian beach couple,” Ashy chuckled, prying off Marie. “Come on, what’s your idea for the third round?”

Marie nodded, coming back to earth. She undressed, then sat in the center of the dressing ‘room,’ silent. She ran through all sorts of combinations in her mind; her face was all squeezed inwards, like she’d bit into a lemon. So many options… what might please the judge? If she didn’t think it was perfect, then the larger her wouldn’t, either. Something that accentuated their natural gifts, not just fancy fabric that hid them.

Ashy’s was easy; Marie personally picked out the designs that would fit her best. She was unsure, at first, but by the time Marie finished explaining, the bait had been taken, and Ashy was convinced. Marie handed her a large, wide-brimmed summer hat to polish off the outfit.

“I can’t wear that, I’ve got…” Ashy trailed off, her hand reaching up behind her head and grabbing empty air. “Ah. Yeah, Never mind.”

Marie waved her off to go change. She’d taken the time to meditate a bit more on her decision, so why couldn’t she think of what it should be? All the other rounds had been easy enough. She herded Ashy towards the curtain, still bare-skinned. Bare-gummied? Did it count as skin if you were the same material all the way through?

“Wait, aren’t you going to dress up?” Ashy questioned her, clutching her prop nervously.

“It’s a surprise,” Marie said, grinning, although she didn’t feel it. “Go slay, babe, I’ll be out soon.”

Ashy took a moment to steady themselves and nodded. She spun around, marching out the curtain, and Marie whipped back to the clothes piles, tail lashing. There wasn’t much time left. She had to just… just pick something. She closed her eyes, spun until she couldn’t remember what way was up or down, and flopped face first on her snout, feeling it squish into a pile of fabric. Behind her, she felt her tail snag on something; as she sat up, another piece dangled from her snout. She opened her eyes to see what she had.

“Oh, bless you, me,” she whispered, grinning. This was going to be good.

Ashy, meanwhile, swept outside the curtain, rushing forwards with one hand keeping the hat tilted down. She reached the end of the runway and flicked her tail, tossing a tennis ball off to the side where Marie had snuck out to set up a giant fan. The impact made it rattle to life. Reaching down, she grasped in both hands the handle of the picnic basket she’d been carrying in her paws, tilting the hat back and up to look Marie in the eyes, a serene smile on her face betraying no inner unsurity. She was dressed in a fine silk halter top, tied around the neck and emphasizing the smooth, natural curves of her rack, beautiful in the way it framed her upper chest. She wore a side-tie bottom to match, both patterned in brilliant magenta flowers. The tight garment rose up high along her hips, showing off just how long her legs were. A light green side-skirt wrapped around her waist, draped down over her left thigh where she rested her weight. The loose ribbons and skirt fluttered in the breeze, a soft ripple going along the floppy brim of her woven hat. She was a soft, gentle treasure, confident in the way she almost didn’t care for her form, as if it were simply incidental to her search for the perfect place to rest for a picnic.

Marie positively squealed with delight, immediately sweeping up Ashy into her vast paws, blathering. The calm demeanor broke as Ashy squawked indignantly, but there was nothing she could do except be nuzzled by a giant shark snout.

After a moment, though, a tension in the air caused them to both fall silent. Mini Marie’s lack of an entrance left the air abuzz, a book with no conclusion, a shock with no recoil. The true dominating presence of the show had yet to make an appearance. Marie lowered her palm so Ashy could watch, both sitting with bated breath as the curtain rustled in the wind of the fan.

With a suddenness that drew a gasp from both onlookers, the curtain was flung back. In a flash of deep blue and striking white, Marie strutted out, hips swinging rhythmically from side to side, gummy rack bouncing lightly with each rhythmic step. She’d opted for simple—what was more beautiful than Marie, after all? A skinny spandex top that could barely cover even a small portion of her immense chest squeezed her rack, gummy material spilling around it. Two tight bands ran down from a circle underneath her bust, across her front and down between her thighs, merging at the bottom. It was the most revealing thing she could find, and it showed off her luxurious curves and the softness of her very being. Ashy actually blushed, looking away, while Big Marie stared, mouth agape, at the sheer audacity of her new gummy clone.

After a minute of posing (during which several latex groans were heard, Ashy worrying that the whole thing might snap under pressure), Big Marie set down her captive and started to clap. Slowly at first, it swelled into cheering and hollering and ecstatic cries. Mini Marie won the swimsuit competition, hands down; anyone willing and able to pull off something like that had too much confidence to lose. Even Ashy agreed that she probably would have won even without the biased judging.

The after party lasted well into the night. Marie broke out a fruity vodka, filling a bowl for the sharks to rest in while chugging far too much herself. Both Maries got completely sloshed, the gummy one swelling up around her swimsuit as she absorbed veritable gallons of the alcoholic drink, her looser constitution making the swimsuit squish into her curves tighter instead of blowing itself it bits. Ashy politely abstained; someone had to get the gummies home, after all, and neither Marie could argue that fact (although they did indulge in a bit of juice, finding their belly ever so slightly distended and squishy). So, instead, they partied wildly. Many sloshed, soppy kisses were exchanged, deep secrets told, and potential partners discussed, to great length. Having herself to talk to made Marie incredibly chatty, and it took another half hour to finally get to the front door.

Big Marie set them down on the porch and hiccuped. “Like, ooohhhhhmygoddddddd, Ashy-pie, this was like… soooo gh… good. Hic. We should d… do this like, every year!”

Ashy just waved. “Bye, Marie. I’ll talk to you soon.” The waterlogged gummy draped over her shoulder glanced up, confused.

“Yer leavin’ me…?” she mumbled, sounding heartbroken.

“No, hun, we’re going home.” Ashy looked back up to Big Marie, who was swaying back and forth, mumbling a sea shanty. “Marie, you know how to fix this, right?”

Big Marie nodded vigorously. “Oh, yeahyeah! Totally, totally. It’s - hic. It’s like, waaaay super duper easy.”

“Great, mind telling me what it is?”

“Mmmyeah.”

Ashy waited there, patiently. Marie stood, eyes lidded, and looked as if she were about to say something.

Instead, she let out a soft burp, mumbled “Gnight,” and dragged the door closed, swinging shut over the sharks’ heads.. No amount of knocking and yelling brought her back out, even when Mini Marie joined in, yowling like an alley cat. She promptly fell asleep after that.

“Fine. I’ll just do it myself…” Ash mumbled, slinging their transformed and mentally transfigured friend over a shoulder. All in all, it could have been a lot worse; it certainly could have been better. They could be back to normal instead of stuck in a gummy body with no way of knowing how to go back, and they could have a friend who wasn’t convinced that he was a bimbo shark girl. But, well, Marie did know how to throw a good party.

With a snoring vodka gummy squelching over their shoulder, Ash started the long walk home.

#writing wyrms #my writing #my stuff #transformation #tf #gummy shark #shark #macro #size difference #twinning #I could tag this goo I guess? I dunno #dragon oc #goodra oc #ash #vodka gummies #MC #tg #tftg

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honesty-my-policy · 10 months ago

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Wow the amount of mental gymnastics "oh sorry we are going to claim that we're native to this land but we shouldn't prove it with evidence."

No evidence? Did you really just say? No evidence? I keep thinking I can't be surprised by the lack of intelligence not only on this site but in general of Palestine supporters but this just made me want to not even respond, simply because even if I put together a long essay worth list of evidence, will you believe it if it isn't "DNA" evidence?

But I'll take this one step at at a time.

You know exactly why y'all don't want DNA tests.

Maybe cause as recently as on November 9th of 2023, so a month and 2 days after the Oct 7th massacre, there was a leak of data leak of Jewish 23andme customers? source

Jews might be a little leery about anyone wanting to know about their DNA or genetics since in WWII one of the biggest ways they managed to turn the average citizen against the Jews was to start the entire "Germans must be pure" and even going so far as to create a CHART to help people understand where they stood if they just had Jewish relatives. source

That quickly led to the yellow star, y'know, Jews being forced to wear yellow stars so everyone knew that they were Jewish and could discriminate freely against them if they wished. Also, the Nuremberg Race Laws which basically said "Jews are evil and have no rights." source

It because y'all know you have no blood ties to fucking Palestine.

Wanna know something that your feeble mind can't seem to wrap around? Yes, the Jews have a lot of VARIED ancestry, why? Because they kicked out of their homelands or been displaced from various countries so many times that they've adapted to whatever new population is around them, getting married to new people of different ancestry. For reference, here is a list of 1030 Jewish Expulsions in Human History - source

So them having VARIED ancestry makes sense! They aren't against their children getting married to infidels and won't honor kill them for marrying people they don't approve of! This is a longstanding problem of the Arab world, it is debated if it has anything to do with the Muslim faith or not, that isn't up to me, what is known is that in Israel the perpetrators of “honor killings” receive harsh sentences, as would the convicted perpetrators of any murder, be they Jewish or Arab. But in many Arab countries including Egypt, Jordan, and the Gulf States, the legal system forgives the perpetrators of violence against women. sources: 1, 2, 3

That being said

Dr Eran Elhaik who discovered that the real origin of European Jews actually came from northern turkey.

I'll start with the whole "real origin" bullshit. What a load of antisemitic bullshit by the way. So antisemitic that a former member of the Ku Klux Klan actually called Elhaik out on the entire thing.

But moving onto the fact that it's been torn to SHREDS by his peers and there is plenty of COUNTER EVIDENCE.

For one, he used some of the same data as another team of researchers in 2010, that same team published a paper concluding that most contemporary Jews around the world and some non-Jewish populations from the Levant, or Eastern Mediterranean, are closely related.

Elhaik used some of the same statistical tests as Behar and others, but he chose different comparisons. So he cherry-picked the data to fit his narrative.

Director of Stanford Morrison Institute of Population and Resource Studies said: “He appears to be applying the statistics in a way that gives him different results from what everybody else has obtained from essentially similar data.” (Feldman)

When a very thorough and textured critique of the study by Razib Khan on his Gene Expression blog was published, basically rebuking Elhaik, he had a tantrum like a little baby. Calling the worlds top geneticists "liars" and "frauds" and he also said a Forbes journalist who commented on a magazine discussion board was no better than them and had common ground with the Nazism ideology.

He's a real outstanding scholar. sources: 1, 2, 3,

As for counter evidence -

Ashkenazi Jews, when they studied their genetics further, have a lineage that goes back to the Middle East. source an older study as well source

Which if you actually bother to read that article, I doubt you have the brain power for it. It says "a recent study revealed the presence of both J1a-P58 and J2-M12 Y-chromosomes, frequent among contemporary Jews, in two Canaanite samples date to 3,700 ybp"

But if that isn't enough for you -

Studies have been done that say that the paternal gene pools of Jewish communities from Europe, North Africa and the Middle East, descended from a common Middle Eastern ancestral population. Source

Once again there were Christian, Jew, AND Muslim Palestinians. Living peacefully before the British gave EUROPEAN Jews land that did not belong to them.

Ignorance is truly bliss. From 1517-1917 the Ottoman Turks has control of Palestine which was split into 3 sections. It was the right on the eve of WWI an the Ottoman Empire was falling apart. Arabs wanted an independent Arab state and they wanted all of the land. The Jews hoped to get support from one of the Great Powers for increased immigration and eventual sovereignty in Palestine. However, the Jews in 1914 only comprised 12% of the total population and so they didn't see much hope in getting backed.

December of 1917 is when the Turks began to retreat from Jerusalem, the war in Palestine continued until September of 1918 where the British attacked the Turkish lines and eventually in October they surrendered.

The British Mandate or The British Palestine Mandate was actually approved and confirmed by the League of Nations. As soon as the Arabs heard they weren't going to get all the land and that Israel was now officially the Jews home, they were no longer peaceful.

Arab Riots of the 1920s

Hebron Massacre of 1929

I could go on but I've been at this for like 2-3hrs just so I'd be able to give you sources and I'm not linking those last two cause lunch is ready and I'm tired of this. Go look it up yourself.

Also, I hope one day you magically gain a brain-cell.

#israel #palestine #politics #hamas #jews #antisemitism #gaza #jewish #palestine vs israel

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kidmachinate · 11 months ago

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Maximum Moxie

Do I know realistically where my latest journey takes me? Nah. But who does? Who knows at all where they are going the first time you boot up your open world game of choice. I say this like I play a ton of 'em but it's a perfect analogy so I'm rolling with it!

One month of the year down and only two major hitches. One of the two will be fixed in the next few either hours or days. We shall see. I started a new role in sales for debt settlement. The company is being built from the ground up. It's a slow start for sure much like the Pokemon Regigigas, but once it gets going, the only way is up. For one, it is not commission only and W2. That in itself is comfort. Past that, once I really start talking to people that aren't just cold leads that likely don't want to hear from us, I can actually get people excited about things that excite me...like getting people financially free. Outside of gaming, it's finances. Shouldn't have to hide from that, even if people don't like talking about it. It's a huge life misplay tho. We need to get equipped with the knowledge to get ahead. There's no way the people I'll be talking to are investing tho. They are knee high in debt.

There is equal excitement in seeing someone's life that is consumed by silly amounts of debt (that they may or may not have put themselves in) and putting them in a more favorable position to get them on a proper payment plan to go towards both paying off the debt AND being able to save. Seeing people with hope as opposed to the opposite is key. It is true that like anything else, people might not want to help themselves. That's okay. The people that do will benefit. Does this make what we offer the greatest thing ever? Perhaps not...but we have to think it, right? Plus when compared to other options, it's basically a no brainer.

Selling is so much more than your car salesman people don't like or even your typical role for a job. There is psychological stuff that goes into it. After all, we need to sell ourselves for a job, a date, bigger purchases, heck in some cases just to get customer service to take you seriously for something you want to accomplish. You are the option to consider over the rest. Or...maybe you're trying to get out of an uncomfortable situation but want to come up with an excuse that gets you out with as little nonsense as possible. No one bugging you after. Mental gymnastics in a way, but we're always having to convince someone of something. Not everyone is a yes person...but can you get them to say yes, is the question.

I was recommended a book at work. Two actually. The Third Door and Impact Players. Both good books in their own right. It helps to consume material that could teach you a lesson or help you grow. This just makes you better at whatever you might be good at, or maybe try something new entirely. You might discover that something you thought you were bad at...you might actually be good at after all. You truly never know. While Yoda says do or do not, there is no try...I get the point, but in many cases, how do you know anything unless you actually try?

The try applies to new things, I'd say. Something you have to tell yourself to actually jump into something new. Life is the dealer and I'm gonna play every hand I'm dealt this year, even if it sux. I've already had some obstacles along the way. Gonna brush it off like I've got this...even if I don't...but so far I do! When know to hold or fold. Know when to "hodl" for dear life. When to sometimes use assist mode in a game instead of wasting time you don't have in adulthood. Whatever brings you peace...and sometimes, you may just be able to share that peace with others. Smiles on faces and going against the odds. Sounds legit to me.

This time (year)...things will be different. Even if I have my moments of falling down, we're not staying there for extended periods of time. No way, no how.

#moxie #maximum #progression #confidence #sales #charisma #to the future

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guste-disgusted · 1 year ago

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that is a good painting for a woman

I could write a never-ending poem or five or 8 for each year I spent in art school in Lithuania and still have things to say about it. There is a lot that could be said about long hours at school drawing a lousy made replica of Ancient Greek sculpture or people who hanged themselves high as Christmas decorations in the building, “psychologists” who tell you to clap your hands instead of helping to cope with an enormous amount of stress and anxiety. And that is not even a fraction of stories that happened there. But everyone in my country knows this - the school is notorious for manufacturing one note “artists” (future teachers and people who create a “meaning”, even though that meaning is as boring as a grilled cheese sandwich) and people who have mental health problems. What the public eye doesn’t see, is the treatment of women artists. I would like to say “treatment behind the closed doors”, but that would be a complete lie, since the execution of sensitive souls is carried out in the broad daylight. This happens mainly because teachers and artists don’t know any better and their behaviour is not only praised by their colleagues, but by young artists (including women) themselves.

I was always known for my “bravery”. Even though I couldn't even hop through the gymnastics goat, I was always afraid to carry my cigarettes with me and be caught by the police (it happened to someone else once, so my fear wasn’t an irrational one. Well, maybe it was), but I always had strength to stand up for myself. In kindergarten, we were required to learn Lithuanian folk art - my country attempts to make us patriotic from a very young age, and if you look at my artwork from the first year, you can see that they succeeded in making us patriotic. We had to sing a very old song that was meantfor workers in a windmill. We had to be put in different groups and I didn’t hear which group I am in, so I just sat on the bench and waited for an opportunity to ask again where should I go. The teacher was absolutely furious that I was left there sitting and started to shout at me (that is a late-motif for a Lithuanian - any emotion should and can be expressed through anger). I looked at her - 6 year-old with poor kid’s outfit that some time ago belonged to another poor kid and asked the teacher: “do you need a calming tea or something?”. No one in my family asked this question, but for some reason I knew that it is exactly I should say. And this sentiment that no matter what happens, no matter what kind of teachers starts to express their disappointment, I should always stand up for myself.

Even though my art school was so horrible in so many aspects, there were some positive things. For example, I had art history lessons, so I know who Magritte is, and that German expressionists liked Nida. We used to skip my lovely teacher's lessons whenever we wanted to smoke illegal cigarettes from Belarus or to finish another worthless piece of "art" before the deadline. She knew that a 17-year-old would skip classes on a whim either way, so she decided to make a deal - to make up for the lost time, we had to write some small tests. So, after we collectively skipped the class, we had to pick a random card with Lithuanian painting on it and write a comment. Everyone considered this task an easy one andcompleted in a matter of minutes, me and my friend, on the other hand, took this seriously and sat there for quite a while. I completed my task before her and decided to wait for my friend - she was the last left. I laid my head on a backpack and naively thought I could get some rest, at least for a minute. Art history teacher was surprised by how long my friend took,so she decided to look through what she wrote and maybe help her. So, she looked at the card that my friend picked and loudly, without any hesitation said “Oh, you got this painting… That is a good painting for a woman!”.

All of my sensors were wakened up from the dead. I lifted my head that felt so heavy from the lack of rest and sleep, looked at my teacher and loudly asked “good painting… for a woman?”. She was surprised by my question more than I was surprised by her remark. We got into an argument - not because we were angry by each other, but because we couldn't understand why we couldn't agree on this matter. My friend didn’t get me either - apparently, in the room of 3 women, who have their own in the art world, I was the one who saw a problem here. The next day, my friend brought up this situation in our small drawing group - just to make fun of me. There were two more young women, and still no one really understood why I wasn’t pleasantly surprised by that "fabulous" comment.

However, the next week during my art history class, my teacher stepped out of her way and prepared slides on "FeministArt”. I don’t know if she did it because my comment was thought-provoking, or out of malice, but either way, we spent 2 hours that week talking about Tracey Emin and Cindy Sherman, and every time she said the word “feminism”, she gazed at me with a little smile - just like little kids do when they find a secret stash of candies.

#feminism #male privilege #short story #school #letting go

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I've gotta vent a bit if you don't mind. Apparently if you are a user of medical marijuana (you know, so one can live without being in fucking pain) you aren't allowed to own a gun. Y'know, not allowing disabled people, who need other forms of self defense the most, aren't allowed to have guns if they have a low and tiny amount of THC to function. But if you drink alcohol, it's fine! as long as your sober while carrying it! Which is fine! Until it's an alcoholic, but alcoholics are allowed to own guns too (depending on the state and vague laws which aren't even enforceable because its so vague), even though alcoholics are more likely to commit a crime and be violent. What the FUCK is up with that. There is so much bullshit I don't even know where to start. I just. How. I wish I had the mental gymnastic skill of a politician because they are making LEAPS. Do they think weed turns someone into some kind of demon??? Like they take a hit and suddenly they turn into fucking cthulhu??? Everyday I must witness the horrors of the government.

What the flying fuck kind of bullshit is this?

Fucking hell, can we end the whole 'war on drugs' shit yet so that we can just let adults use their better judgement when it comes to what substances they consume? This whole thing is because the government's stance is that drugs are some unique societal ill that will kill us all, but nobody thinks that anymore but the most backwards of the boomers and hardline conservative dumbfucks.

As someone who has consumed le drugs, I can personally attest to them being nothing more than a quicker and easier way of being under the influence than alcohol. Hell, shit like LSD does more damage to the person consuming it than anyone else.

I'm alright with background checks, but medical marijuana use being considered a red flag is so asinine.

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sector-z-knd · 2 years ago

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Oh, this was too cute. She knew the kiddos could be protective, but trying to scare this big ol’ grump of a beanpole was amusing. At most, maybe they could dogpile him if he got a bit too.

“Not if we set up and use the slingshot again.” one of the twins pointed out.

“Yeah! You saw the distance that Numbuh Mom got!” the other twin added, grinning deviously..

“Guys, no, come on. We’re heading into neutral territory.” Syd raised a knowing eyebrow, “What’s that rule we have?”

A chorus of “don’t tell...” and whatever respective guardian each of the kids had droned, a little annoyed.

“...That’s...one of them, yes; but that’d be more about today’s mission. What’s the one I have about your weapons?”

“Not in neutral territory, unless it’s an emergency situation and we’re getting attacked” they answered.

“Exactly. Besides, remember ‘e said his mom’s a vet? Misbehave, and she might put you in the kennel.” Syd smirked at her joke as the munchkins gave her a mixed reaction of snickers, “nuh-uh!”s, and a “Not funny, Numbuh Mom!”.

“But what if she’s got weredogs in there?!” one asked, visibly concerned.

“Doubt it. It’s not close enough to midterms yet, that’s when we would be getting a surge of activity. ...Besides, I don’t think they would go to a vet, per se. They’re still human, aren’t they?”

With that comment, Syd managed to get the kids distracted enough to (hopefully) not bug David too, too much...and fill the rest of their walk time up with a debate on the logic, logistics and ethics of whether or not a were-beast goes to a people doctor or an animal doctor. ...Maybe David’s mom knew...

Weredogs? Cootie shots? Rules about weapons??? This was way over David's pay grade, and he was starting to lose steam after doing all these mental gymnastics. Luckily, they were right outside the vet's office, and with a little maneuvering, he managed to hook the door with his finger and pull it open.

The lady at the front desk looked up from where she was petting a roaming cat, giving him a frown. "You're not supposed to be here today. Wasn't your dad supposed to pick you up?"

"Hail, Mary," David said, hefting Syd in his arms. "Mom here?"

"If you mean DOCTOR Lowry, then yes, she's finishing up with a surgery. But don't change the subject, you weren't signed up to volunteer today, so you can go to the break room or you can go home."

David seemed used to this hostility, as he shrugged as started for the break room. Before he could get far, Mary made an "ah-ah-ah!" noise.

"That's a girl, not a pet. What are you taking her back there for?"

His arms starting to feel weak after carrying a (surprisingly heavy for her size) girl for three blocks, David gave her a frustrated glare. "I'm just helping her out, okay? It's not a big deal."

"And what about this gaggle of kids?"

"I'll send them out on puppy duty, okay? Now can I please go?!"

Mary squinted at him just long enough for him to consider dumping Syd on the floor right then and there, but she eventually waved him off, and David half-jogged around the desk to the break room, children in tow. As nonchalantly as possible, one of the kids whispered, "So, between you and me, what's the big guy banned for?"

After looking around, Mary leaned over the counter and whispered, "He feeds the pets too many treats and messes up their weight!"

The break room looked about like what any break room would, with a few dingy chairs and a fold-out table with a few snacks on it. The sink had a few leftover dishes in it, along with a surprising amount of pet hair stuck in the drain. David set Syd down on the couch which sank under her butt, obviously having been used countless times for a quick flop or even a nap. "Sit tight, I'll figure out what operating room my mom's in and get her here."

"But what about puppy duty? We want puppies!" the twins wailed, making David groan but wave them off as he left.

Life. It sucks. It does! But nothing sucks more than having to help clean the school’s attic for “community service.” Especially with some red-head.

David, at the tender year of 16, was more than tired of “community service”. There were so many more interesting things he could be doing! …nothing came to mind, but it could be there!

“Stupid school with their stupid rules and their stupid giant boxes full of junk!” he grumbled, awkwardly shuffling backwards to drag a box over to the “dump” pile. From the corner of his eye, he could see the red-head girl watching him. “What’re you lookin’ at, weirdo? You’re in here too for whatever misdemeanor the school slapped on you, so get moving!”

@red-rad-and-rod

#r.o.l.e.p.l.a.y.#red-rad-and-rod #teen verse

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psychewritesbs · 2 years ago

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When Opposites Attract, part 1... maybe perhaps

The devil finds work for idle hands... and what with only having one client at the moment and finally reaching Gundam Seed’s episode 23, what is it with episode 23 being my fave in JJK and GS? well...

It’s time to brainrot about one of my favorite relational dynamics in animanga...

So.... basically don’t mind me while I ramble about asucaga... one of my og OTPs.

Also, if anybody does read this and is wondering...

Yes, I did watch episode 23 three times... and counting. I had to do research and take screencaps ok?!

Yes, I squealed internally several times... probably still am.

Yes, we’re going to ignore the extensive amounts of plot armor that is just as thick as Gundanium Alloy.

And yes, I loved every. single. fucking. minute of Athrun and Cagalli’s interaction.

This isn’t mental gymnastics... this is nit picking... obsessing about what it means for two characters to come together and how that changes them.

In the end, shipping is at its core about seeing a relational dynamic (ship) in fiction and being inspired by it. And one of my favorite things about Gundam Seed was seeing how two separate wholes came together in the way that Athrun and Cagalli came together.

Athrun as Yin--the passive principle

Athrun, is both “not just another Quiet and Aloof Deuteragonist-kun”, and at the same time “your typical expression of his trope”.

Dark hair, green eyes, introverted, kind, superior intelligence... the whole 9 yards.

Athrun is his trope to a T. And yet, there’s also something ethereal and dreamy about him.

In melodrama, characters are typically clichéd stereotypes. But I have to say that the characters in Gundam Seed are fleshed out beyond their character trope.

What makes the characters in Gundam Seed unique are the details in the way their individual personalities are expressed.

For Athrun, he looks to me like he’s very much written as an expression of water sign traits--he is a Scorpio by birth after all. He is ethereal, dreamy, mysterious, highly emotional and yet simultaneously emotionally closed off to most people or aloof.

And yet, despite his Introverted and introspective personality as defined by his water sign, Athrun navigates his world with cold logic. To me, his ease and interest in mechanical objects like the Haros and Torii speak to his mastery of logic and mechanics.

Athrun is also a kid whose mother’s death scarred him and who has let his father control his fate. From what I remember, he’s also been a soldier most of his life. So at the core of his character arc there is a need to tap into his (most irrational) emotions, and to learn to think for himself in a way that takes into consideration not just logic, but also what his heart wants.

Another aspect that defines Athrun is how his personality has also been shaped by the war because of what he has seen and the horrors he has probably lived through. Something that is hinted at in episode 23.

Finally, Athrun is an elite soldier and he knows that about himself. Up to episode 23 in Gundam Seed, he had used his genetically engineered superior abilities to fight for Zaft’s sake.

Zaft no Tameni.

But that’s only because he had not stopped to think like the opposing camp.

Cagalli as Yang--the active principle

And then there’s Cagalli.

Oh God. Where do I even start with Cagalli?

Stereotypically, Cagalli is first and foremost a tomboy. She is rough around the edges, strong-willed and edgy. Unlike the other females in the series, Cagalli is perfectly happy as someone who prefers guns over make up.

She also appears to be more outgoing, boisterous and extroverted than Athrun.

But I think that one of the things that define Cagalli even more than the “tomboy” trope is the fact that she is, literally, a Princess. However, Cagalli is not your average Disney Princess waiting to be rescued. Instead she uses her power, privilege and influence for the benefit of causes she believes in, hence earning herself the title “Goddess of Victory”.

As a Princess, however, she’s also entitled, bossy, and unaware of her privilege to a certain extent.

Like this little girl basically forced herself onto a military ship even though the captain was totally against it. Total #Gundanium Alloy moment.

One of the things I love about Cagalli is that she has this overconfidence about herself that is also very Princess-like. How to explain... I headcanon Cagalli probably lived a very sheltered life as a Princess, and so she doesn’t truly understand the despair of a war-thorn world and how that shapes people. This only makes her choice to fight for those in less privileged positions than hers all the more impressive.

But unlike Athrun and real soldiers who have seen the horrors of war, even if Cagalli has seen terrible things, Cagalli has a body guard with her at all times whose job is to risk his life to protect her. She is sheltered.

Also, as a side note, he doesn’t do a very good job of it lol. I would fire him if I was Cagalli’s dad. But I get the sense the bodyguard guy kind of gave up on trying to convince Cagalli not to get into crazy situations because Cagalli is going to do what Cagalli wants to do because she’s a fucking Princess.

Other than that, I think it’s very important to Cagalli’s character that she’s free to be herself and choose her own destiny. In the end, Cagalli chooses to fight for what she thinks is right and chooses what causes she espouses.

And I think this is where Cagalli and Athrun meet in the middle--fighting for what they believe is right.

Fighting for what is right--two opposing perspectives

One of the things that I loved about episode 23 the most is that this is when the idea “that conflict is the result of a lack of communication” gets presented--this is when the two opposing sides finally decide to sit down and talk.

These two kids met each other under #Gundam Alloy type circumstances that plot armor is thick but wtv because I love asucaga and I am glad they met and kept blaming each other until they both came to the realization that this blaming game was taking them nowhere.

Just back and forth...

Well I did this because you did that.

Well I did that because you did this.

Two opposing perspectives at war with each other.

Theirs is a conversation about opposing versions of the “truth” and how when the two opposites come together a new truth can be unveiled if both parties are able and willing to meet in the middle.

Literally. Athrun and Cagalli introduce into GS the idea that senseless war is simply the result of two opposing sides unwilling to listen to the other and meet in the middle.

Athrun and Cagalli represent the movement in this new direction for the plot where characters start to question more openly what it is they fight for.

But before Athrun and Cagalli get to this point where they get to explore their opposing perspectives, chemistry had already worked its magic. Without this chemistry, there would be no impetus that would bind two opposites together.

Let’s ship it!

Mwahaha. Ok, time to ship it.

When Athrun and Cagalli first encounter each other its under the threat of attack. Cagalli is pointing a gun at him and all he has is a knife.

The moment that changes everything is when Athrun turns the tables on her and discovers that Cagalli is a girl.

I think in this scene there is a combination of Athrun’s reluctance to get a civilian involved in a war conflict and his own humanity taking precedence over how she is physically weak compared to him, not just for being a woman, but also because she’s a Natural.

In the end, Athrun is shown to be a very kind and considerate person time and time again and this is an example of it.

Also Cagalli getting annoyed because she gets confused for a boy is so funny.

It is after this moment when the walls start come down for both of them.

On the one hand, I imagine Athrun realized just how defenseless Cagalli is despite her bravado, hardly a threat; while on the other hand, Cagalli realized this Zaft soldier is just as human as she is.

And I just adore this moment so much because despite the large amounts of Gundanium Alloy present in Gundam Seed, this moment and the way Athrun and Cagalli relate to one another is so... real?

Athrun telling Cagalli to tone it down with her Princess attitude is so... amazing? Up until now no one has really stood up to her and she typically gets what she wants--again, as an example, she boarded the Archangel against the Captain’s wishes.

And then... the crabs happen.

With crab #1 we have a moment of comic relief that invited them to relax, to lay down their defenses once and for all so that they could see the human in front of them more clearly.

It’s really lovely to be able to see how they are both more at ease around each other because of this seemingly insignificant moment.

I have to wonder what is going through Athrun’s mind as he sees Cagalli continue to do as she pleases, completely at ease with herself even though they are “enemies” and she should be weary of him.

This is one of those moments where the writers showed both Athrun’s and Cagalli’s personalities beautifully.

On the one hand you have Athrun as he looks on from a distance in typical Scorpio fashion. His introspective nature speaking a thousand words without saying a single one of them. What we do know is that he is so moved by what he sees to the point that he removes the ties around her hands and feet--a completely irrational choice.

Symbolically, Athrun gives Cagalli back her freedom because even if she’s tied down, Cagalli’s will is untamable, something Athrun notices about her.

As for Cagalli, she is just enjoying herself. She too is at ease with Athrun around and is able to be her usual carefree self. Another thing about Cagalli I didn’t mention earlier is that she’s a Taurus. So there’s a sense of her sensuality being expressed in this moment as she enjoys the feeling of rain washing over her.

Then, with crab #2 we have a glimpse at a couple more details.

For one, I think its easy to think of Athrun as Quiet and Aloof Deuteragonist-kun, but his mischievous and playful side shines through in this brief interaction when he teases Cagalli (thanks to this article for pointing out this fun detail).

As for Cagalli, it shows how care free and oblivious she is about the feminine beauty and sensuality that lies beneath the surface--which Athrun clearly very much liked.

Even though I feel like it’s more realistic for a teenager to continue to stare, I like what this scene says about Athrun being a respectful young man.

Then, when they move into the cave the issue of “ease” comes up. Cagalli taunts Athrun, telling him that she could take his gun from him and that he should be warier of her and take her more seriously.

Athrun, however, is highly aware that he’s an elite soldier with superior physical abilities and is completely unphased by her threat.

I think, if anything, Athrun is also aware that he’d be saddened if the situation escalated in such a way to where he would have to hurt her.

Athrun then falls asleep, showing once again how at ease he feels around her.

But this is Cagalli we’re talking about and if she had another middle name it would be “impulsive”. So she goes for the gun and then after an emotional exchange throws it on the ground in a bit of a temper tantrum.

And of course, because of the Gundanium Alloy, the gun fires when it hits the ground and the bullet barely hurts Athrun. The writers just really wanted a shirtless Athrun.

I love Athrun’s reaction in all of this because he’s not afraid to tell Cagalli to drop the Princess attitude. Seriously, who throws a loaded gun like that?

But... the best part in all of this is that Cagalli wants to meets him in the middle.

And despite his reluctance, for the first time the audience gets to see Athrun take his armor completely off and open up. Both in the figurative way and in the fanservicey way.

This isn’t just physical proximity, but rather Athrun allowing someone else to not only meet him in the middle in his pain, but also to tend to that pain.

And as they say their respective goodbyes and exchange names, so do they acknowledge each other’s humanity despite being in opposite camps.

I love them your honor...

#the soulmates trope series #gundam seed #athrun zala #asucaga #cagalli yula athha #gundam seed is like a bad Mexican novela #here goes another shippy masterpiece bahaha

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