#the skinny confidential

[goldenaegis]

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I know for some the biggest takeaway from this is the “it takes the same amount of energy to think small as it does to think big”

And while that is important, that’s not my biggest takeaway.

It’s the “I encouraged my husband in subtle, fun ways to become a billionaire by expanding his mindset.”

This is what some men know and why they don’t care about the “what do you bring to the table?” question. They know that with the right woman by their side she can elevate them to levels they never even imagined.

It’s YOU.

That’s what you bring to the table.

Not your job. Or degrees. Or savings account.

But you.

[transformation4life]

A Little Too "Daddy"

It was a typical summer day after work for Joseph in his aparment. He typed away on his computer talking to his boyfriend, Carl.

Carl: Saw a really hot guy today while walkin' home today babe

Joseph: Oh yea? What body type

Carl: A total Daddy!!! Like damn... wish he was my boyfriend. Not to say you're bad but like... you know. Joseph: Haha... I see.

Carl: It's whatever anyway lol he was with his kids and clearly banged a woman.

Joseph: You can't say that for sure-

Carl: He was every stereotypical dad trope in the book bro. I know my stuff!!!

Joseph: If you say so... but like are you trying to say I should try and bulk up?

Carl: Maybe...

Joseph: Aw Carl, You know that's difficult.

Carl: Yea but imagine me calling you daddy haha

Joseph: You're lucky I love you.

Carl: Yea i know! Anyways Gotta go now. My favorite telenovela is about to start. Love you babe!

Joseph: Bye. Love you!

Joseph closed the messaging app with a sigh. He did a "bicep" flex and yup still skinny.

"Ugh. This sucks! Why can't I be what he wants?" Joseph slammed his face on his keyboard in despair.

"I should really talk to someone about this- oh wait! Joseph recalled the therapist hotline stapled onto the breakroom pinboard at his work.

"I guess I'll text it right now..." Joseph was quick to turn on his phone and with a bit of help he eventually texted the codeword to activate the automatic transfer.

Thank you so much for being here we'll get you to one of our members immediately!

"Oh great... this'll take a while hu-"

*Bling*

"oh!"

???: Hi my name is G3NI3 how can I help you, today?

Joseph: G3NI3? Did your parents hate you?

G3NI3: Nah dude it's a CODENAME. Gotta keep some sort of confidentiality

Joseph: Ah right fair enough

G3NI3: Alright so what's your name and why did you text us today?

Joseph: Joseph, and I'm here because of my boyfriend...

G3NI3: Aww did you break up?

Joseph: No... it's more... he saw a hot dad today and said "i wish he was my boyfriend"

G3NI3: Oh i see... was the dude straight?

Joseph: Yea why do you ask?

G3NI3: Just wondering... Anyways so I'm guessing the dude was like super buff and stuff? Joseph: Yea... meanwhile I'm a scrawny man in my 20's...

G3NI3: I see I see... so what you're saying is that if you were an older "daddy" you'd be happier?

Joseph: Yea. Atleast it'd appease my boyfriend...

G3NI3: Alright then, say Joseph why don't you tell me about your life and how you met your boyfriend maybe this'll help

Joseph: Uh... sure. Okay so like... we met in highschool and we REALLY hit it off so we started dating pretty soon after and now we're here.

G3NI3: Makes sense. Though... based on your talks I feel like you'd be more bros than boyfriends

Joseph: Huh? what makes you say that?

G3NI3: Idk just got the vibe.

Joseph: How WOULD you say that you only know him as my boyfriend.

G3NI3: Yea but like for people your age, not sure i'd go randomly say "hey this man my age should be friends with me!"

Joseph: What are you talking about? My boyfriend is like 24 and the dude seemed 40.

G3NI3: Nah man, didn't you say you were both in your 40's?

Joseph: No... I said 20's

G3NI3: Pretty sure I saw 40's

Joseph: Yea well!! I can just scroll up and see!!

G3NI3: Suit yourself.

Joseph was getting furious at this "G3NIE". He 100% told them he was in his... 40's? Joseph read the text again.

"Joseph: Yea... meanwhile I'm a scrawny man in my 40's..." Joseph couldn't believe it, but then it dawned on him oh wait... he IS in his 40's haha imagine actually being in my 20's again that would be WILD.

Joseph: Sorry about that. You're right me and my boyfriend are in our 40's.

G3NI3: Told ya. Though you never told me your boyfie's name.

Joseph: Oh it's Carl. Pretty normal name.

G3NI3: Weird... I feel like he would be more a Carlito.

Joseph: Uh... What makes you say that?

G3NI3: Isn't he from Mexico?

Joseph: Uh... yea? But how did you know that?

G3NI3: Lucky guess. I mean... imagine having a mexican hottie like him as your bro.

Joseph: Not sure what you mean. We're DATING and he's skinny like me. Even though we're both in our 40's...

Joseph paused for a second. Wasn't Carlit- Carl in his 20's and skinny? but then he "remembered" the last pic his boyfriend sent him.

"Get ready to some farm work for my bonita~ What do you think?"

Wait... Bonita? Carl- No... Carlito would never call Joseph that. Not to mention his boyfriend never looked like that! Or... did he? Joseph scrambled through his memories and every memory he had of Carlito was him as jacked af Mexican man. Guess he forgot how lucky he was. The bonita bothered him but he just ignored it for now.

Joseph: Sorry nvm yea he is all that. We're dating though so we're not just "bros".

G3NI3: nah man, you seem like bros to me. Don't you remember he married Maria and got like 2 kids.

Maria??? who is- Oh right. Maria is Carlito's "Bonita" He rants about her all the time to you at your weekly bar hangouts. Joseph remembers how his two kids Mateo and Juanita would call him Uncle Joseph! Ah he loves those little rascals. Wait.. something felt off to Joseph.

Joseph: How do you know all this? Isn't this our first session?

G3NI3: What are you talking about dude? This is like our 20th one together

"W-What???" Joseph could not believe what G3NI3 was saying. This was definitely his first using the hotline. Joseph could prove it he just has to scroll up a bit and- Huh?

To Joseph's amazement, G3NI3 was right they've been talking for months. And what do you know they bring up everything about Carlito too. Guess that's that mystery solved.

Joseph: Oh man, you're right guess my age is starting to show...

G3NI3: Don't count yourself out yet old man. You have a kid to care for!

Joseph: Kid??? You must be joking I'm single and could never get a kid! I'm gay!

G3NI3: Oh come on don't be like that just cause you had a divorce with Kate doesn't mean you gotta deny being straight as an arrow or deny that kid you helped make! Joseph: Okay now you're crazy! No way I got married to a LADY. I was never into them!!

G3NI3: No need to get worked up big guy. Your son is following in your footsteps as a bodybuilder! Bodybuilder???? What kind of insanity is G3NI3 spewing now! Joseph was skinny as stick. Always has been.

Joseph: You must think I'm crazy if you want to believe I'm anything but a stick! It's a miracle Carlito even wants to hang out with a single skinny guy like me!

G3NI3: Oh don't be so shy! I know you love flexing in front of Carlito to show how you can attract the ladies! Your libido is off the charts bro.

Joseph had enough of this. He'd crush his phone with his big strong hands if he didn't have the money to replace it.

Joseph: Now listen here! I know I love a good flexing or two but I wouldn't say I have a high libido! Besides... I'm not manly enough I don't got a beard or any cool tattoos...

G3NI3: Come on, Josef! You're the manliest they come! With a luscious ginger beard and a tattoo of a cross between your tits AND one on your left arm you're peak masculinity! And you even married a WOMAN. Sure it didn't last but it's something!

Josef: You really think so? Aw shucks. Maybe if I was a faggot we could've dated... as if! The only thing I love more than muscles is a good looking women to take home and fuck silly.

G3NI3: Focus Josef. Use that bald head of yours for once and think! You came here because you didn't think Carlito doesn't want to hang out with you right?

Josef: Yes... we might've been bros since middle school but idk ever since me and the divorce with Kate it just doesn't feel like the same...

G3NI3: Puh-lease. You guys are two peas in a bro-pod. Do you really think Carlito would send you this if you weren't bros for life?

Josef: Ah I remember that! Carlito made those fags think they had a chance with him when he and Maria been fuckin' for years! Got a good laugh out of that!

Carlito: Exactly! Who would send that to a straight friend otherwise!

Josef: You're right... What did I have to worry about? Me and Carlito? We're buds for life!

Just then a knock came at the door.

"Dad! Carlito's here!" "Coming, Son!"

Josef: Welp, looks like Carlito's here. Thanks for the talk G3NI3. Always appreciate ya!

G3NI3: No problem! and remember... you asked for this

Josef: W-Wha?

G3NI3: Nothing! Bye

"And to think that's my therapist... Anyways gotta get ready for my bro!" Josef got up from his seat and left his bedroom stationed at the 2nd floor of his house. Gotta thank Kate for that child support money. But before he could enter the hallway...

"Son! I told you no underwear and caps in the house! Put some damn clothes on!"

Sorry pa, I just loveee my muscles. Do you mind if a girl comes over tonight? I think it'll work this time!"

"'Course Son. The Women will love ya! You get it from your old man!" Josef flexes to make his point clear.

"Thanks dad!" Josef's son flexes back before getting ready for his date.

"How did I get lucky enough to get a son like that?" Josef chuckled. He might not got much but at least he has son and his bro Carlito.

"Oh right! Carlito!" Josef almost forgot to get ready so he grabbed a fresh set of clothes and went to go change in the bathroom.

Before he changed Josef did one quick flex in the mirror.

"G3NI3 wasn't kidding. That libido of mine is ready to go!" Josef was proud of his physique. But now's not the time for that he has to go meet his bro.

Josef adorned his massive figure with a tank top saying "BEAST" and some killer designer shades he was ready to finally answer that door. With a strong force Josef opened the door to find the man himself, Carlito.

"Hola amigo. Have you seen that faggot Josef anywhere? Haha!"

"Oh come on Carlito, you know I'm as straight as an arrow!" Josef said back in a playful tone.

"Would you change your mind if I were to... do this?" Carlito took his shirt and removed his shades and did a flex right in front of Josef.

"...."

"..."

"..." "GAHAHAHA" The two large man laughed in unison.

"Nah bro, you're my bro forever and always." Josef smiled.

"As always mi amigo, now let's rapido we're gonna be late for our gym sess!" Carlito put his shirt and shades back on and headed for his luxury car.

As for Josef he didn't have a car as cool as Carlito but had a car from the 2000's and it was like his second child but don't tell Josef's son that. But before he got in his car Josef took a moment to feel his masculinity in the car window's reflection.

"I look damn fine."

And So Josef and Carlito went to have grand old brotime together. Working out together like true bros, hanging out at the bar like true bros, and of course trying to get Josef with a woman for the 30th time this month. You'd think they were a couple but nah they're both straight as arrows no doubt about that. Josef lived a happy life despite his circumstances and that meant more time to flex flex FLEX!

Safe to say he was a real... daddy. He's even got the kid to show for it.

[multiplicationdivision]

It Takes Two to Supersoldier

If one looked at the hundreds of stories about supersoldiers in modern media, they would find a legion of the same message, read loud and clear. The often eugenics-lite masculine Ubermensch, a fantasy born of wartime patriotism for the truly unique ideal American man.

Captain America, the hallmark of this dream. A product of American mad science that made the perfect blond and blue eyed soldier out of a patriotic god loving man. A risky procedure and then the next moment a war won.

Hasan and Mateo were somewhat alike. Mad science sure. Patriotic though?

Hardly.

They stood today as one man, sort of, where they were once two cadets. Hasan, a skinny guy with far too much brains and softness for basic training, almost the epitome of pre-transformation Steve Rogers if you ignored the raging horny gay at the heart of his brain. Exactly like that skinny Steve Rogers though if you were a fan of any fanfiction, Mateo supposed.

That part of Hasan was alive in Mateo as well now. A straight man made confidently bisexual with a couple days spent sharing the same brain as the guy.

Mateo was the guy who’d gotten them into this lab. Had his postings a little too close to confidential meetings, had been a little to close to a Hasan that had his eyes fixed on a rapid influx of disappearing cadets and appearance of identical beefcakes of men. All of them looking a little to familiar to the people who’d left, mixed and merged into something better.

Mateo wasn’t always the brightest soldier (although Hasan had helpful fixed that), but he could put on some convincing flirting to the lab techs when he needed to. He’d been more built than his good friend, but surrounded by absolute demigods, he’d found being overly confident was quite effective. Especially on nerds.

They’d had a solid idea of what they were getting into when they’d signed the required forms and NDAs. Hasan imagined Dragon Ball Z, but they weren’t privileged enough for a platonic fusion dance.

It had been gruelling, yet the memories of the night they’d merged were ecstasy. The good shit, one of the techs had said, before he’d injected the two with 2 different colored serums and presumably watched as they melted into each other.

They hadn’t even known what to do at first, sitting nude staring at each other in a padded room. They were platonic buddies at that point, so far from interest in each other. Hasan had a type that revolved mostly around much more muscular men and unfrtuneatley for Mateo, Hasan just couldn’t cut it as the thicker woman he was singularly into.

It had been three days since that night and they’d readily experimented with their new interests. That first night they’d been an indistinct man spending their isolation period on pornhub, flipping through both of their favorites and receiving a dual epitome of their expanded interests as they stroked their still defining but suitably huge cock. The 2nd night had been Mateo’s treat, their body solidified into their new body, not yet diverging as it tried to return them to being 2 men. They’d both kissed and worship that lab tech they owed, before stealing away one of Hasan’s hunky crushes on the 3rd night.

It was intoxicating, yet it paled against what the merging had felt like. All started when Hasan slumped beside Mateo, the two far too comfortable being nude by each other. The things you get used to in the army, although this time when Hasan sat beside his friend, he hadn’t expected his body to practically magnestize to hum. He hadn’t expected for a vital part in his brain that read platonic to switch to a new undefinable thing.

They’d wanted to be inside each other and just a cock hadn’t been enough. It had hit Mateo at the same time and his feeble straight masculinity was tissue paper to the wave of need. They’d gone from 0 to a 100 in that moment, before they were two figures wrestling on the floor.

It was hard to call it sex because sex could never go that far. When Mateo had kissed Hasan it wasn’t like he’d done plenty of times with a woman. Sure that need for closeness was there, but Mateo never had felt starvation like it. He’d looked into Hasan’s eyes and saw everything the man was. Every part of the guy that was different to him laid out on a platter.

He’d always wondered what it was like to be queer in the army and now he could devour it. Slam his face into Hasan and force the memories of his complicated life into his own, gently index it with his own life like he was simply filling out a library. Slot in the book on a rough childhood with his own, cross reference and decide they were similar enough to not even care about distinguishing the two.

He pumped his years of lacrosse and highschool soccer into the guy in return, watch Hasan’s eyes water with countless images of his teammates sweaty and spent after practice. Mateo would then go in again to snatch Hasan’s overwhelmed brain and feel it for himself. It was like putting on a pair of glasses, seeing all the angles of his buddies that he’d never appreciated before.

Hasan made him wish he could go back in time a fuck his coach and Mateo made sure to remind Hasan of all the many woman he could’ve fucked had Mateo’s sexuality been his own.

That completely disregarded how beyond the mental back and forth, their bodies lost stability with every motion. Every half-metaphorical bite Mateo took out of Hasan drove them closer and closer, until Mateo tried to push himself off only to realize his torso now sunk deep into Hasan’s. The little line of their slightly different skin tones blending as their flesh became liquid.

It was another alien thing that night as Mateo and Hasan’s brains saw this and seemed to only be agitated by their continued separation. Hasan had showed a side of him Mateo had never seen, the man reaching up to Mateo just to slam their skulls together with a sound sideways of the gristly gore it should’ve been. Mateo had half tried to fight it, mostly out of shock, but then Hasan had gripped one of his arms and pressed it into his own, just to use that larger indistinct limb to press themselves even closer.

With their skulls now largely one mass, the night had then become a blur of perspectives. Memories all jumbled up and nothing distinguishable besides a ravaged room and earth shaking pleasure.

Then they’d just been a nearly faceless man, shuffled into a suitably comfortable and reinforced room and shoved a mountain of clothes and supplies before they’d winked out, passed out in a gigantic bed.

They’d woken up a confused mess, full of a doubled lifetime and with skin that hadn’t settled between the traits it decided were best. They’d spent the day sorting it between rounds of naps and jacking off, divying a line between Mateo and Hasan.

It was a meaningless line even now that their bodies were diverging. Mateo was Mateo and Hasan was Hasan mostly out of a coin flip. A coin flip they’d done practically every day since they began to diverge, although the half who was Hasan and the half who was Mateo would probably settle when they had their own bodies. For now though, they both were essentially the same man, with the lexicon of both of their components in their heads. A much bigger man at that, with much more than the sum of their parts.

When their body had settled they’d studied the ways they’d mixed. They weren’t a frankenstein, more so as if the two men had a child together. Hasan’s black eyes darkening Mateo’s brown. Both of their facial hairs combining into a single much thicker beard, far from their young patchy messes. Even their hair had merged, thick and healthy strands compounded between the two. The same hairstyle though, although their whole squadron shared the same cut.

Their body was far from what they’d ever been used to. It was all merely added together, not a balance. Muscles containing the full mass and more of what they’d had before. A cock that probably had added an inch to the sum of their previous parts, laughably only barely contained by an extra tight pair of briefs. They were one of the demigods now, given clothes fit for their 7 foot something size and boots that dwarfed the ground beneath them.

Now they just waited together for the rest. Their bodies would split and then they’d be paired together for the rest of their tour. Only 4 years of service and a then they would be home free, set lose back into the population to “better it” or something. Bring their exceptionalism or other meaningless bullshit to the people.

They had 2 minds of not caring about the service of it all. They’d already gotten what they wanted. The body, the brains, a brother. It had never been about being the best, but about what was best for each other. Now they were each other and wasn’t that better than anything else.

It would be a slog, but these next few years would be put to use. Their new body (bodies) would be put to more than good use and maybe they’d put it to some military use too. Hell, maybe they’d even convince a few other brothers in arms to do the same.

They were gonna be a hell of a pair of super soldiers.

[antiquatedsimmer]

🌻❤️Josephine Coombes Harrington, Welcome to the family❤️🌻

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Friday, 1907 Dear Journal,

Today started early with Mama rousing me and Pa before the sun for Si's wedding. Si, true to form, seemed uninterested, bored even, as we made our way to the church yard.

Despite a soggy autumn, today turned unexpectedly pleasant. Clear skies, a welcome break from the week's thunderstorms. However, I think Ma is stressed, she kept nagging about walking with my skirt up to avoid dragging it through the mud....

The ceremony was small, Only Josephine's parents and Jackson with his fancy wife, bothered to show. I tried my best to focus on Mama's words from yesterday, And I could see why Jackson favored her.

Skinny, porcelain pale, dripping in expensive jewelry....everything I am not. However, as Josephine graced us with her entrance, any inkling of comparison vanished.

Radiance enveloped her, surpassing the boundaries of mere beauty. She embodied something ethereal. A sunlight aura surrounded her, and I found myself akin to a sunflower, unable to avert my gaze.

Even Si seemed genuinely happy, I saw him smile from ear to ear, he clasped her soft delicate hands, and caressed her cheek.

It was a sight to see, physical or emotional affection have never been his forte, not even in our childhood.

He was initially furious with Pa over the prospect of marrying Josephine. I remember his enraged shouts, echoing from the parlor.

Confidentially, Journal, I've noticed his practiced performance of donning the façade of a gentleman and a devoted son, particularly when in Mr. Coombes' presence.

Whether genuine or an act, my earnest prayer is for him to treat Josephine with the respect she deserves. I hold a genuine fondness for her, and I welcome her warmly into our family.

Lucile Harrington

[mekkyuun]

My first BSD OC Blaire Orwell! Obviously a pretty easy author to start off with. I already got a ton but i'm waiting to reveal them once I finish the concept art.

I never realized just how skinny people in the BSD artstyle, I always subconciously only actively thought about it with Chuuya.

Ability: "Big Brother"

She can observe literally anywhere, her physical body will stay wherever she is, but she can see and hear any place of her choosing or even people so long as she has the correct information.

In order to observe a person she must have their full name, and know their appearance. And for places a proper address. She cannot interact with the space she's observing in any way, but she can hear and see anything in the space like she was there. Basically an all seeing security system.

I imagine since she's a literal walking national security threat she's probably with some government organization, probably the American government, but I can imagine she either defected to the Guild or some other organization for some freedom from being a government tool. She probably got Louise all the intel Louise needed to make her plans, the informant of all time 🗣

Genderbended cause I like drawing women, and if Asagiri can genderbend Kyouka, Kouyou, and H.G Wells, than I can genderbend George Orwell all I want. Blaire is part of his real name anyways.

As for personality, I can imagine she's intelligent and perceptive and has learned multiple languages to spy worldwide. But as a ex-government agent that was probably kept isolated to keep her information secret and confidential, she probably always wished to actually be where she observed with her ability. So probably acts more like a curious teen tham a hardened agent like they wished. Curious, adventurous, most definitely weak in physical strength af so has to rely on avoiding conflict no matter how much she'd love to throw hands.

Once she defected the government and joined the Guild until is disolution, she probably was the most incompetent, besides intel she was kinda useless. Observing and actually doing things are different, so compared to the a lot of the Guild she probably was the most childishly positive.

[happinessismusic]

Gwen on The Skinny Confidential podcast (with video). She looks so gorgeous here. 😊

[tparker48]

There has been recent talk around the campus about recent disappearances. Students vanished without a trace before any could notice. But from what some couldn’t figure out, it was none taking part in the normal activities around the campus. But instead, the disappearances only came from those who partook in sports. Sphin took notice of the flyers scattered around the pillar. Where could they have gone?

There were way too many people for them not to notice. But he didn’t ponder on it for long, as he made his way to his gymnastic classes for the evening. But as he made his way to the door, a very lean but skinny student stood by the door. Wearing a university uniform as a wolf sticker was placed on his jacket.

"Come one, come all to the greatest party you'll ever go to!” they announced. “Come and get your invitation to the wolf pack's exclusive sport's challenge!"

“Exclusive sports challenge?” Sphin pondered, he never heard of that thing before. Curious, he approached the student as he put his notes away. The two locking eyes as he smiled at them. "What's this Exclusive Challenge I'm hearing about?" Sphin asked.

"I'm glad you asked, the challenge is one of great strength and will. If you manage to best our chosen player, you'll get a voucher from one of our very own sponsors. You can use it to help with books, heh, or to hook in some babes.."

"Interesting, anyone can join in?”

“Of course! Any and all can test their metal against the best. All it requires is that you state your sport preference. A slight leisure to help the crew prepare for their match. You’ve got quite the build on you, tell, what kind of sports do you do?”

"I'm a gymnastics athlete." Sphin said.

"A gymnastics athlete? Hah, well that's a peculiar one."

"How so?"

"Well, a gymnast certainly has its merits, but I don't think it'd be able to compete with the other players. We’ve got wrestlers, rugby players. Each has the strength to carry themselves during the challenge. For a gymnast, sure they can jump, but even that won’t last long."

"A gymnast can take anything any other sport can dish out. That's utter nonsense to think that the others are better." Sphin flexed his arms to his arms sides, huffing out his chest. "And we have a body built for hardships."

The student poked at his Sphin body, a simple press making him wheeze as the air rushed out of him. "Well that may be true, but I'd say in your case it would be a hazard. In our challenge we only can accept the best. We can't let just anyone just participate. Unless..nah, forget it."

"What?" Sphin asked.

"There is one way you'd be able to participate in our challenge. But it comes with a contract." The student pulled from his jacket a slim piece of paper. Holding it out for Sphin to see. It was blurry, the top of the letters the only thing he could read before everything jumbled. "Sign here, and we'll consider you a candidate for the challenge." They said.

Sphin was tried figure out the ideal of this challenge, but he signed it anyway. Writing his signature in the fine print, his gaze looked over the cautionary details. The letters were small compared to the rest of the paper. But there was one thing that stood out at the end: size. He peered closer to read the rest of the list, but the student flung the paper back into his pocket.

"What was that last bit at the end? About size?"

"Confidential print, but you'll find out once the challenge begins." The student said, grabbing their flyers as he moved toward the exit.

"Hey wait! You didn't tell me howI could find it!"

The student only laughed, fanning a hand back to him. "Don't worry. They'll find you." They said. With that, they let the doors close behind them before they vanished into the crowd of students. Leaving sphin at the entrance as he gazed at the closed doors.

They'll find him? How are they going to do that? He pondered over the thought, remembering the bits and pieces of the contract he signed. "Size.." He muttered to himself. "What the heck does that mean?.."he asked himself. His attention soon drawn toward his phone as it buzzed in his pocket.

"2:00 PM" the text said on the screen.

"Crap, I'm almost late." he cursed. Running to the end of the building as he attended his evening classes. Grabbing his backpack, Sphin shook the thoughts to the back of his mind. Making his way into the distant hallways as he zipped around the corner.

When the evening went by, Sphin finally finished his last class as he went home. The sun peeking over the edge of the campus as the moon started to rise. He couldn't wait to feel the sensation of his bed pressing at his back. Imagining the great snack he was going to get once he returned to his dorm. But his happy thoughts were cut short, when a car suddenly pulled to the side of him. Hooded figures grabbing him as he was hoisted inside.

Inside the car, he struggled to get free as the assailants clinged to his body. Making his struggling slow as his arms and limbs wer pried apart. "What's going onm! Who are you people?! Help! Someone!" He shouted.

"This one's a yeller!" One of the figures said.

"Well shut him up, campus police is gonna hear if we don't do something!" Another one said. "Hand me that vile!" One of them handed the figure a green vile as it swirled in its flask. Popping the cap, they poured it into Sphin's mouth.

The taste was sour as it touched his tongue. Making his mouth tingle, he tried spitting it out to keep its fluid at bay, but the figure placed a palm at his chin, tilting the flask upward. "Every last drop." The figure said, holding it up until bubbles filled the flask.

Gulp..gulp..gulp!

The fluid started to drain as it entered into Sphin's mouth, swirling out the open end before his dampened lips filled the space. Removing the bottle, Sphin felt his body start to tingle. its sensation starting up at his head, before it traveled to the rest of his body. In a split a second, his body shrank as he twirled through the air. Watching the world flip around before a palm wrapped around him.

"We've got our participant. Now book it, I can see students starting to stare." One of them yelled.

Before sphin could yell, the sound of skidding tires filled the air. Its inertia thrusting them forward as it sped down the road. Disappearing into a bushed area as it drove off to the public road.

It was a long and loud ride for Sphin. Trapped in the confines of the giant fingers as the car shook the fist. Eventually blacking out before the sound of a door opened. When he finally woke up, he found that the tight space seemed to have vanished. Now able to move his limbs more freely as he stretched. "Ooo, my head." Sphin groaned. Rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the room.

Nothing but darkness surrounded him, a white sheet beneath him as it stretched toward the distance before it vanished. A single lamp shining over it as the light made a halo around him. "Where the heck am I?" He asked himself. Noticing a shift in the darkness as he eyed the corner of the room. "Hmm?" He eyed the corner as darkness stared back. From its shadow, a hand extended out from it. Panning his direction, its shadow casted over him. Backing away as its hand slammed down, unravel the sheet as little hills of fabric were formed.

"Hey! What's the big I.." He turned around to see another hand reach toward him, its fingers spread out as they curled inward. He jumped through their v-shaped gap to the other side,Its wind nearly knocking him down as he landed back on his feet.

But wasn't given a chance to rest, another hand raced toward from his side. Slapping the sheet as he stumbled around. His legs quaking as he jumped around the hardened surface. struggling to catch a breath. Another hand soon raced, he managed to jump it, but its wind caught him off guard. Its draft pulling him back as he fell to knees, a palm greeting him as it wrapped around his form.

The breath was knocked out of him as the hand squeezed at his body. Tightening like a vice as it held in place. " Hey!..Grk!..let me..go!" He gritted.

"That was some snazzy moves their sport" a familiar voice pierced the room.

Sphin looked around for the source of the voice. The shadowy figures in the dark became more visible as the light grew brighter. A person began to appear as the light panned up to their chest. That Jacket they were wearing, he remembered it back at the gym building. It was the student from before.

"It's you!" Sphin shouted.

"Glad to see you finally made it. And here I thought the boys would get the best of you."

The hand holding him squeezed before it lifted upward, a bulky and broad student staring at him as grin spread across their. "Quite the jumpy little frog this one is." They said. Sphin watched as the giant frat reached for his shorts, pulling out his shaft to let itself breathe. Hoisting the shaft up, Sphin noticed the hand lower to their upper thigh, the bull sized sac lifting up above as they dangled above him like a chandler.

Plop! The balls dropped as their testicles crashed at his back. Burying him in clammed flesh as it pinned him against the clenched fist. He tried to struggle beneath its weight, but he could barely move his limbs that were anchored by the balls.

"He feels pretty good under There. I can feel him mold around my balls like a sticker." He heard them say. The sac stirring before Sphin was peeled off the edge. "Aw don't tell me you got tired there." They taunted, looming their balls back over.

They started to sway as they swirled around him. Dangling back and forth before the testicles knocked against him. It was like getting hit by a wrecking ball as it steamrolled and crashed into his body. Scooping him an inch out of the fist before it swung back for another hit.

"Ah!..would you..stop that!" Sphin gritted, unable to catch a breath before the sac crashed at his back once more.

"Don't be shy twerp. Have some more." they chuckled.

"That's enough for now, Tank. We don't want to tire him so quickly do we? Save the energy for the challenge, where the real fun begins."

The frat groaned to himself before he finally spoke. “ hmph, fine I guess. Wouldn’t be much fun anyway"

The sac lifted as Sphin was finally allowed to get up, but not before he felt a testicle drag sluggishly off his back. "Don't worry, they'll be more where that came from." Tank said, the fist returning to the ground as it tossed Sphin back to the sheet. A metal cage meeting him as he toppled inside.

"This should hold them for now." the student said. "The event should be starting.

"What do you want from me?!" Sphin shouted from the cage.

"Entertainment sport, one that you'll deliver to the letter for your sake. But I'll tell you more once we get to the ring." The student snapped his fingers as the surrounding frats moved closer to the cage.

"No no wait!" Sphin yelled, one of them holding a sheet as they casted it over the cage. The other picking it up as they moved the cage into the other room.

Sphin couldn't see what was happening, doing his best to keep his balance inside the metal cage. Clinging to the metal bars, he was thrown off, tumbling to the other side as his legs slipped between the gap in the bars.

"Hey! Where are you taking me?!" He shouted from the cage. Crawling back to center as the cage started to stabilize.

He received no answer. Eventually, the cage was finally let down as it landed on a tiled surface, the curtains soon pulled off as light shined through the cage, Giant Frats surrounding it as they locked the corners in large bolts.

Sphin raced to the bars, peeking out to see them. "Hey! Yoohoo! Down here! Let me out of this thin-!" A finger flicked into his torso, knocking what breath he had from his lungs as he flung back to the center.

"Be quite in there!" One of them said, locking at the last built in before they slid the cage past a row of plastic strips. Sliding down a metal like vent before it rested on an electric strip.

Sphin sluggishly got up to his feet. Holding his chest as it thumped heavily. But pushed past it as he raced back to the bars. "Come on you! Open..up!"

"First time?" A voice said further ahead. Sphin stopped as he looked for the source. In another cage ahead of him, another small student blue scarf standing be inside. "I know I was like that when I was first captured."

"Wh..what?"

"Welcome to frat games, Where your sporting skills are put to the test. And since your standing in that cage, you must be a contender."

"Contender? No no, I'm trying to get out of this thing. I want to get out of here."

"Mmm..that's gonna be a tough one. The only way to get out of it, is if you win your way out. That's the only condition when it comes to the contract."

"Condition?" Sphin said. "They didn't tell me about the condition."

"That's how they lure you in. With the condition you only have to win. But if you lose..well."

"what"

"You stay in this game, and endure the giant that beats you if you do."

"S-stay?!"

"Mhm, but don't worry, I've seen what the games throw at me more than I count. And this time, I'm sure I'll get out this time."

"How long have you been here exactly?"

"Mmm…a month..or two."

Sphin's heart dropped, his legs turning to jelly as he stumbled to the end of the bar behind him. "That long? I can’t stay here like this…"

"Ay cheer up, you still got a chance to win, and that’s all you need."

Bzzz! A bell rang further ahead as the student's cage moved the opposite way. A panel below lifting them up.

"Looks like that's my cue!" He said. "Remember, as long as your vigilant, you'll make it out!" They shouted. Disappearing into the ceiling as the panel finished raising.

Sphin's cage continued to move down the strip, Silence his only company as he slumped in the corner of the cage. The only way he could get out of here is to win. That's a heavy feat for someone his size, he thought. He reflected on the condition before the the cage turned to the left, a panel lifting up underneath it. This is his stop. When the panel reached the ceiling, the cage continued to rise in a square like vent. Dimmed space high above shining its light inside.

Minutes had passed since his entering through the thin vent, the sounds of gears humming below as the light continued to shine. But as it got closer, a panel above opened. The light blinding Sphin's eyes as the cage ceased its ascend. Music boomed through the air, its base booming through the air as if he were at a club. Crowds of people surrounded the arena, separated by plastic glass as smudges appeared on its surface.

"Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen!.." The student's voice boomed through the air. His form appearing in a booth above. "I hope you are having a great time here tonight!" the crowd roared at the student's speech, Horns sounding in the back as flags waved around. “Settle down, settle down. That last match must have gotten you all riled up. I should know, I amazed myself the display.”

Spin puzzled on what he meant by that statement. Noticing a group of jocks surrounding each other as they enjoyed the show. But one of them caught his attention, wearing nothing but his jockstrap as he let his crotch hang. And in the middle of it, a human shaped bulge would be resting there. A blue scarf sticking out from the waistband. Sphin gulped at the site, remembering the student from before. “He failed?” he asked himself.

“Tonight we've got a very special contender. There, in that tiny little cage, Lies a tiny that specializes in agility. His sport is none other than gymnastics!" The cage unlocked as the bars moved apart, Unfolding Like table before they shrank into the floor. When they disappeared, Sphin still held his hand against his face to block out the light shining in the air. Picking up the conversations going in the stands.

"A gymnast?!" A frat chuckled. "Oh this will be a good one."

"This one’s got ten seconds tops" another one said.

Before Sphin could say a word, the student cut him off. Rock music playing in the background as one of the doors opened. "And his opponent. A stud with a dose of bonafide muscle, give up for the one , the only, Tank!"

A silhouette moved into the light from the door. Their body wedging into the frame before they stepped out from the door. His walks shaking the metal floor as he approached the center. Getting to Sphin, his body casted a shadow like a cloud. "Hey there, Froggy." Tank grinned, wearing nothing but his underwear as they hugged at his thighs.

"Oh no, not this guy again.." Sphin groaned.

"With this current match, we have decided to make accommodations around the room." The student pressed a button on the control system as the arena started to change. Panels in the walls slowly opened as elastic trampolines filled them. Scattering around the cornering floors while leaving a gap of metal between them. "We are nothing if not fair for our little contenders. Let us hope this one will be up to the task.”

Tank stepped closer to sphin. His toes coming within inches as he stared at the little guy. "Hehe, I’m gonna enjoy breaking you."

"I don't think joy is something I got in mind." Sphim replied.

Tank only smiled, before turning away towards a corner of the arena. "Unfortunately for you, I don't like playing with my toys dry. I like to be nice and wet to show them who their masters are." Reaching the opposite wall, a panel lifted from the floor as a bottle of oil rested ontop. Grabbing it, he tore off his own underwear before loosening the cap, and pouring it onto himself.

Sphin watched in confusion upon the site, watching the slick oil dose the giant's body before spilling onto metal floor. He couldn't be serious, could he? There's no way he could do that, he thought to himself. Looking to the student to see if he would intervene, but he only watched. The sound of a bottle hitting the ground drew his attention, Sphin looking back as the giant turned to him, readying his stance.

"The rules here are simple little guy, you are to catch the glowing ball in order to win." The student said, another panel opening as a ball rose from the floor. A screen above turning on as Tallies spread across it. "Tank's objective is to catch you three times. Once he has taken your last life, you lose the games, and become his."

Tank chuckled in his corner of the ring from the statement. Sphin sheepishly looked at him before he looked to the timer above, readying into his stance as well. Grab the ball, that should be manageable, he thought.

"Without a further ado, gentlemen! Let's get this going in five…four..three…two…one!..Go!"

The ball swirled before it flew around the room, stopping near the corner where Tank and Sphin stared at it. Tank was first to move, closing the gap between them as he extended a hand to the little gymnast. Sphin was quick to dodge, making his way to the outside of his wrist before he ran between his legs. Heading for the ball as Tank stomped at the metal behind him.

When the metal floor started to shake beneath him, he jumped to one of the trampolines as an oily foot crashed where he was. Tumbling along the elastic spring before resting on his back, noticing the ball switch directions as it moved somewhere to the right, flying past the massive giant as he approached the trampoline.

"Incoming!" The giant yelled in excitement, Jumping through the air. Sphin rolled onto his legs as he stumbled to run, but his feet barely gained momentum before tank slammed his feet into the spring, creating a funnel as Sphin fell inside. Once his weight sunk into the trampoline, Tank jumped as Sphin catapulted into the air.

The student at the booth talked to the crowd at the display, encouraging them to cheer the participants on. As the crowd roared, Tank continued to jump as Sphin bounced higher until his body aligned his waist.

"Put me..down already!" Sphin yelled, holding his stomach to fight off the urge to hurl his own lunch.

"You want down? Sure." Kicking up, Tank tucked his legs as he moved forward over the trampoline. Hovering over sphin as his toned round glutes loomed above him.

Sphin fanned aimlessly through the air, the two sent back to the ground as gravity brought the two closer. His body squeezing between the mounds before the black spring crashed into his back. He slid deeper as they catapulted him upward, forcing him to wrestle with the blubbery surface to keep the rest of his body from slipping between the crack.

Tank grinned as he sat atop of the trampoline, feeling the feeble struggles going on beneath his thick hide. Getting up, his glutes moved up as Sphin was pulled up with them. Tank starting to bounce until he got enough momentum. “Think I’ll try that hopping off yours, little frog.” he said, jumping to the glass as he mooned the audience behind it. Bouncing from spring to spring, he Showed them Sphin’s molded body as it tucked against his own flesh. Bouncing around the corner of the ring, he stumbled to the metal board in the center.

He looked back at his back to see only two pairs of legs sticking out from his glutes. Catching an appraisal from the crowd as they looked at the display. "Comfy am I right?" He called to them, placing his hand on his rear as he flexed Sphin from between them.

Hearing a light splat, the crowd watched the now drenched little gymnast slide an inch away. One of the tallies on the board vanishing. "Ugh, this is gonna be hard to get out my clothes!" Sphin groaned, flicking off the oily trails on his arm. Getting to his feet, he barely had time to rest before Tank advanced.

“Round two!" He announced, a foot hurtling to him.

he dodged out the way as he ran from his backside, But not the other as his back foot squished over his back, knocking the air he had out of him as the soft palate above cushioned against him. "Are you even trying to escape me?" Tank chuckled.

Sphin tried to muster words, his breath cutting him short as he winced from the pressure. He looked to the crowd before to the scoreboard above, another tally vanishing as one shined. Just one, he was down to his last life. He wheezed as Tank stepped firmly, rising off as he stomped away from the sprawled gymnast.

The giant paraded around the ring, basking in the cheers given by the audience as he rose his hands to the air. Sphin slowly got up from his spot on the floor. His body tensed as his muscles startled to throb. This is impossible, he thought. There wasn't any way to get past him. Even with the springs, he knew he wasn't able to outrun him, but what else did he have?

He looked to Tank, eying him as he slowly got up to feet. But noticed something below, the bottle still laid across the floor. A puddle spewing out of its open gap. That could work, Sphin thought.

Tank basked in the appraisal for one last fill before turning to Sphin below. Already at his his stance as he glared at him. "You just don't know when to give up do you?" He scorned. "That's fine, when you're mine I'll make sure to stomp that out of you!" Tank lowered himself as he charged at Sphin. His feet dampening the floor before he jumped and extended his feet to Sphin.

Sphin dodged the Giant's stomp, taking to the trampoline as he hopped on

"This again?!" Tank snarked, turning to him as he gave chase. Jumping onto the trampling with a heavy stomp. Sphin quick to jump as he made his way to the next spring.

He hopped as fast he could, hearing the springs behind squeak before he could feel Tank's presence behind him, but refused to look back. But instead, at the puddle along the floor. Getting to the second to last trampoline, he hopped off before gazing up at Tank. His body reaching the last spring before he launched himself into the air.

"Gotcha!" He shouted, pointing his feet out like a hawk toward Sphin.

Spin eyed the hurtling feet, waiting until his shadow casted above. When they came close, he rolled onto a trampoline to his left. Tank’s feet slammed upon the floor, slipping on the oily substance along it as he rocketed toward the glass wall with heavy thud. He groaned upon the impact, before cradling to his side.

"Now's my chance!" Sphin yelled, using what strength he had left to carry him forward. The ball hovering in the middle of the arena. Bouncing off one of the springs, he looked behind to see Tank against the wall, slowly getting up as his face twisted with rage. Turning forward, he forced himself to jump faster, hearing the spring behind him crash as the frat’s roar boomed behind him.

He's not going to make it, he raced through his thoughts. Feeling the trampoline quiver upon the approaching giant. It was now or never. When the ball came parallel to his side, Sphin jumped onto one of the side springs to catapult himself toward it. A roar coming from his side as he saw Tank jump as well. "Come on…come on!" He gritted to himself, fanning through empty air toward the ball. When it came just within range, he sprawled his arms before wrapping around it. Just as Tank's body loomed overhead before taking the both of them down to ground.

Slam! A rumbling sound boomed through the arena, the audience reacting before everything went silent.

"Hah…hahaha, looks like its game over for you runt." Tank panted, looking for the last tally to disappear. But it remained, the time stopped as the crowd remained silent. "Hey! What's the hold up? Call it already!"

"The game has been set. But the victor is someone else." The student above announced, pointing back at Tank.

He looked down to where his stomach touched the border of a trampoline. From a glance, there was nothing there, but as he tilted, he saw the ball resting alongside home. and attached to it, a hand stuck out from his gut, clinging to the hairs along the ball. "What?! But there's no way you-!"

"It seems our little game has come to an end, the winners of this frat game goes to..the gymnast!"

The crowd cheered upon the announcement. Some caught off guard about the outcome, but applauded nonetheless. Tank got up from the floor, getting to his knee before he looked down. "I..I did it." Sphin wheezed, winded after being crushed beneath the massive giant.

"Hmph.." Tank grunted, brushing Sphin off his torso before he stood up. When the two locked eyes, he glared at him for a moment, before turning to the exit. "Not bad..Little frog." He said begrudgingly, making his way out as the panel opened to him. Another opening underneath Sphin as he fell inside.

Sphin found himself in a thin tube as it stretched for minutes, a few twists and turns before he finally descended downward. After about 10 minutes, an opening finally appeared as he ejected onto a small pillow. A similar lighting from what he once came in. but this time, the light shined brighter. The student from before standing there as he and Sphin met eyes.

"Well well, you surprised me out there."

"You again. Come to taunt me some more? "

"Hah, no. In fact I'm here to congratulate you. You certainly put on quite the show out there despite your size. And with that, I commend you."

"Hmm..well thank you. But I'm not trying to keep the pleasantries. I was promised my way back correct?"

"Yes yes, I know you are quite ready to do so. And rightfully so, it seems that the duration is up."

"Up?" Sphin asked, his body suddenly feeling woozy as he collapsed to the ground. Looking above as the student put on a mask. "Hey..what are.."

"Sorry sport, can't have you leaking our location. Nothing personal." The student simply said. Sphin could barely hold his head up before gravity eased it down, his eyelids drawing heavy as the surrounding space seemed to have vanished.

An hour past, since he went unconscious. His eyes opening sluggishly as a building stood in front of him. 'Dormitory residence' placed along its sign. "Im..Im back on campus?" Sphin asked sluggishly. Sitting up, he checked his body, Looking for any sign of his effects as the faint memory of small size raced through his mind. But found no trace, instead, he found himself at his full height. Resting along the bushes as he got up from the ground.

"Finally.." He muttered. "I can finally get back to.." He stepped forward and heard a light clang. Looking down below, he noticed a metal piece with a rope tied around it. Picking it up, he hovered it to his face as he read what was written upon it.

"Congratulations, Winner of the frat games." It read in golden writing.

[shefanispeculator]

The rock star mom, 54, appears on an upcoming episode of The Skinny Confidential Him & Her Show's podcast, where she discusses what it was like trying to find balance as a mom to her three sons and as a touring musician.

[ourpickwickclub]

I just remembered this afternoon that Gwen’s podcast episode with The Skinny Confidential (the one that created all those headlines about her three miracles - Apollo’s pregnancy, the voice and Blake - from the beginning of February) still hasn’t aired. I checked their website and apparently they have new episodes thrice a week, and none of them since that announcement have been Gwen’s. I don’t think they announced the air date, but I find it really weird that we had all those quotes from it so long before it airs. Have you heard anything about it since?

I haven’t .

- B

[leanstooneside]

Fighting the natural course of events

1. TERRITORIAL SEBASTIAN: YEAH

2. PRESSURIZED SEBASTIAN: YEAH

3. CONFIDENTIAL SEBASTIAN: YEAH

4. VOLUPTUOUS SEBASTIAN: YEAH

5. OYSTER SEBASTIAN: YEAH

6. SEXIER SEBASTIAN: YEAH

7. WAVED SEBASTIAN: YEAH

8. BRIMMING SEBASTIAN: YEAH

9. UNFAZED SEBASTIAN: YEAH

10. PRANK SEBASTIAN: YEAH

11. OLDEST SEBASTIAN: YEAH

12. PRICIER SEBASTIAN: YEAH

13. LISTENING SEBASTIAN: YEAH

14. WARLIKE SEBASTIAN: YEAH

15. VANILLA SEBASTIAN: YEAH

16. INBOUND SEBASTIAN: YEAH

17. SKINNY SEBASTIAN: YEAH

18. FASTGROWING SEBASTIAN: YEAH

19. FELLOW SEBASTIAN: YEAH

20. UNINTENDED SEBASTIAN: YEAH

21. AMBIENT SEBASTIAN: YEAH

22. VISUAL SEBASTIAN: YEAH

23. SCROLLED SEBASTIAN: YEAH

24. SHORT SEBASTIAN: YEAH

25. SOLIDSTATE SEBASTIAN: YEAH

26. GATHERED SEBASTIAN: YEAH

27. INCOMPREHENSIBLE SEBASTIAN: YEAH

28. UNPLEASANT SEBASTIAN: YEAH

29. DISPARATE SEBASTIAN: YEAH

30. INDIGO SEBASTIAN: YEAH

31. WISTFUL SEBASTIAN: YEAH

32. VALID SEBASTIAN: YEAH

33. GIBBERISH SEBASTIAN: YEAH

34. PREMIUM SEBASTIAN: YEAH

[gt-blendergod]

This is a g/t continuation of the post on my main about my mr. Plant oc, Grace Needles. Main acc: @dairy-godmother

Grace was bored. She was writing in her diary one day and decided to go out for a walk. She had been planning this for ages. See, a few weeks ago, Grace noticed the lowering temperatures. She realized she was running out of time to set her viscous trap. She took a glob of her manager’s head substance ages ago and was still running out of time to use it. So she immediately got to work, mixing it with glue and placing little traps all around a woodsy void. she was planning to catch all sorts of things, hoping for bugs, small mammals, and birds to get stuck. She would free them obviously, as she wasn’t expecting her mixture to be so sticky. Her mistake. She didn’t see any creatures in the traps. She was down to the last one, right by a tree stump.

The little acorn girl was practically melted into the viscous trap. She was so little. Grace would like to say that her heart melted the second she saw the thing. Grace would be lying. Grace was too excited to even notice the thrashing and shaking as she grabbed the trap (acorn girl inside) and started to run home. She started trying to extract the fluid trap as she ran, but ended up extremely annoyed by how sticky it was. She ended up putting her little handful in a jar from her purse as she headed home.

Grace arrived home with excitement pouring out of her face. She poured the contents of the jar onto her desk, the journal still open, and continued to peel it off of the little acorn girl. She put what she could extract into the jar and started studying her catch. She examined her boots and legs- which seemed to be skinny and covered with little scrapes. At this point, the little girl passed out. She probably wasn’t able to handle all the shaking and movement and- being captured. Grace continued to study her until she was content. The only interesting thing she found was that the little acorn hat was unremovable. Grace left her there to get a snack from miss viscous. All the discovering and excitement had made her hungry.

When she returned, the little girl was awake and… intently looking at Grace’s diary. The feeling was gone. Grace rushed over and slammed her hand down on the acorn girl, pinning her against the desk. She didn’t know what to do. That diary- that page in particular- was pure evidence of everything she’d ever done. There was no way she was letting some insignificant little nut spread the world about the void’s little darling. Grace’s hand covered the acorn girl entirely. The thought was… irresistible. The little girl eventually stuck her head out. Grace was never good at reading emotions, but this… was undeniable. Fear, sadness, anxiety, and self loathing all perfectly expressed in one face. It was pathetic. Grace couldn’t do it. She couldn’t possibly fathom seeing that expression on the little girl’s face again and it was such a convincing display that Grace lost nearly all willpower.

But she still couldn’t just let her go. This little acorn had confidential information and grace still had examinations to do. She made her decision.

“Viscouuus!! We have a new roomaaate! Don’t ask questions or you’ll end up like the void superstar jr. contestants!!”

In retaliation, Miss Viscous walked up the stairs and peeked through the door.

“If this has anything to do with why half my face is missing, you’ll end up eating those words, Grace,” Viscous said, scanning the room. When she finally noticed the hostage in Grace’s hand, she got serious. Before Viscous could say anything, Grace got up and slammed the door in her face.

“Remember Hugh Mann!” She said, “Everything is fine!”

Grace finally released the little acorn girl. She made sure she couldn’t get off the desk. She whispered in the sweetest voice she possibly could.

“Sorry you’re stuck here, little guy. I can’t exactly let you go off spilling my secrets. That’s why Miss Viscous is still here. You’re not alone, little acorn. I promise I won’t hurt you… ever again.”

“…oakie,” said the little girl. She was still extremely sad looking and all shivery around Grace.

“Oakie. Got it. Oakie.”

That was all Oakie had said to Grace for a long time. She was overall silent and fidgety. Her nights were spent silently. Grace noticed that she endured many nightmares. She wished she could do something…

[softpine]

lmaoo i actually saw a post about how to properly censor images; because AI can just remove black bars now and read what's underneath, you have to actually delete the part you're trying to hide and THEN add the black bars on top just to denote that you removed something. i obviously don't care about confidentiality when it comes to something as silly as my sims story, but it's good to know for anyone who works with important web documents!! soooo you're gonna need more than x ray vision because those words are not on the photo anymore :P

mmmm cornbread and mac & cheese sounds so good, i would love to try baking it on top to make kind of a crispy casserole texture. i love to crush up potato chips and put them on top of avocado toast :D ohhh and i love dipping french fries in vanilla milkshakes

ANYWAY MY CHARACTERS (can you tell i'm hungry fjskjds) i think stevie has a remarkable ability to eat really nasty things just to make people laugh but otherwise she eats normally. elaine will try any of those novelty desserts like bacon dipped in chocolate or fried oreos because she has a sweet tooth. asa & beth being vegans can put together a meal from the most random forgotten food at the back of the cupboard. oh and casper will eat THE weirdest food when he's bulking up lmao because he's naturally skinny so his goal is just to pack in as many calories as possible; drown a ham roast in mayo, add shots of olive oil & eggs to protein shakes, cover salmon with peanut butter, etc etc. nasty stuff lol

@morrigan-sims lmaoo i believe your word, don't worry ;-; i love that you have such solid memories because i do the same thing with the media i love (like the day i started watching supernatural with my friend because our school had a half day due to a big snow storm in 2012 fjskjd) so i'll take it as a huge compliment that you remember where you were when you started reading frozen pines! thank you so much for all your kind words 💖 i've just been feeling insecure for reasons that have nothing to do with any of the lovely people who read my story, but the love i got in response to that post made me so happy anyway!! i can't say thank you enough, especially to you in particular because you've always been SO kind to me and i appreciate everything you've done for me 💗💗 i hope you have a wonderful day morri!!!

my bad i didn't see this until thursday fjksjds 🐪

i'm so sorry if i forgot to answer this or if i did answer it and i just can't remember, my memory has been BAD bad lately but this made me so happy to read!! thank you so much for spending your time with my story 🥺 i really appreciate it 💖💖

i'm also sorry if i forgot to answer this ahhhhh :( but that's a good question!! most other ghosts we've seen don't have enough consciousness to even realize that finn is different from them, let alone be jealous of him. they're trapped in their own little worlds with no awareness of their surroundings. it's really bleak :(

[piratefalls]

25, 31, 34!

25. fave season and why?

Fall, without question. what's not to love about it? the weather is cool, the leaves are beautiful shades of yellow and orange and red before they finally fall to the ground and crunch when you walk on them. a hot cup of tea and a warm soft blanket. the crispness in the air. big comfy sweaters and skinny jeans and booties. not sweating all the time. it's the superior season and I'll entertain no other opinions.

31. are you messy or organized?

it depends. at work? organized, because I have to be since I handle confidential information on a regular basis. at home? hot mess express.

34. any pet peeves?

so many, but my latest one that has me on a tear in my neighborhood is people not picking up after their dogs. or if they do, just throwing it in the nearest trash can instead of taking it with them.

fun questions to be asked!

[ilblogdellestorie]

Scarlett Johansson ha rivelato perché non sarà mai sui social. Ospite del podcast The Skinny Confidential Him & Her, la diva 38enne ha spiegato i motivi per cui è sempre stata lontana dalle varie piattaforme.

«Sono una persona troppo fragile per stare sui social», ha ammesso. «Non posso. Il mio ego è troppo fragile, la mia testa è troppo fragile. Sono come un fiore delicato».

Poche volte le è capitato di osservare quello che accade sui social, l’ultima è stata attraverso l’account di una persona che lavora nella sua società: «Ho realizzato che da 20 minuti minuti stavo guardando il profilo Instagram di uno sconosciuto, una persona che lavorava con un mio amico. Ora so cha ha un pitbull, due figlie e che vive a Burbank. Ho pensato: perché? Ho appena sprecato 17 minuti del mio tempo. E in più mi sentivo come se dovessi trasferirmi in California, prendere un cane di quella razza specifica e cambiare la mia vita per farla diventare come la sua: tutto questo mi faceva sentire malissimo», conclude a proposito dell’effetto emulazione a cui spesso i social costringono.

«Mi sentivo come una bambina di tre anni davanti al telefono della mamma, completamente assorbita da quello che vedeva sullo schermo», aggiunge l’attrice. «È per questo che non posso stare su nessun social».

[amaiguri]

The First Demon—Zalathiel Paralogue

I guess I'm on a writing-sharing kick so here is literally the best thing I've ever written, in my opinion. It perfectly encapsulates my taste right now. I like it so much, I keep trying to write everything else like it -- the problem is, it doesn't WORK with everything else. And also, it's a middle chapter of like a 150k word story. But who knows? Maybe you'll pick it up from context...

What follows is a first-person retrospective piece on the childhood of the current Inquisitor-General, Zalathiel Kalespari.

(Zalathiel, Acting-Inquisitor General) My half-sister, Tsinavi, never suffered the first Demon of children’s cruelty: ostracism. She was largely beloved yet she still was the strange type of girl to appear in your closet one day unannounced. The little moth hung by her knees from the coat rack in my new office — reading my less-classified reports with her golden locks hanging like wings and a red apron covering her face. God only knows how she got into all these places but I’d have Saravanya check my office later.

Za: Tsinavi, what are you doing here?

Tsi: Bored.

A perfectly average response from her.

Za: Tsi—

Tsi: No.

She knew I was going to tell her to get on a train and go home. But with both Chetiel and I in Telethens, there was little chance of even bribing her to spend the fortnight returning to Zavlakya.

Za: Tsi, please — father is going to chew me out for this.

Tsi: Pfttt, sounds like your problem!

I sighed. She was at the age where she was no longer required to attend school nor stay in her home city — but instead of taking the time to apprentice herself somewhere, she had doggedly followed Chetiel and I everywhere. On occasion, we found her in disciplinary centers for trespassing. The trespassing had declined in recent months — or rather, the arrests had.

Za: Don’t you have training programs to apply to?

Tsi: I told you, I can’t! I don’t know what I’m supposed to be the best at yet.

Za: You’re fourteen. You’re not gonna know unless you try things.

Tsi: I am trying things.

Za: Reading my confidential files isn’t “trying things”, Tsi.

Tsi: Okay.

Za: …You’re not listening.

Tsi: Nope!

I trusted her implicitly but I did not trust her ability to stave off the mental effects of demons. I removed her unceremoniously from my coat rack, retrieved my classified documents, and returned her to the floor. She tried to bite my ankle but I stepped over her.

When I was her age, I still suffered a military school education. Father, the fool that he was, insisted that both my brother, Chetiel, and I go to “uphold the family legacy” or some such nonsense. And Mother (not Tsi’s mother) was a double agent for the North — and when she found out I knew, she heard no arguments against it. Chetiel hated it. He snuck out to the Theatre every week to lounge backstage at punk operas and endear himself to the skinny-legged producer. And I was much stupider back then — I hadn’t cultivated the kind of demeanor people trusted. You see, I made the mistake of thinking the Aftokratoria was truly a meritocracy — that my peers, literal children, would hear my astute observations and witty repartee and swoon. My brother — perhaps by virtue of being minutes older than I — entertained no such illusions. I suppose he’d learned to hide our unusual Thuillean accents sooner, and he made all our friends on my behalf. I, unfortunately, made monsters of them.

Tsi groaned and rolled across the floor, before she crawled into a chair at last. Once in it, she sat properly — like a goblin who pretended to know how to portray a “girl.”

Ts: Fine. Give me better advice. How did you know what you were best at?

Za: You know this is a flawed approach to making life decisions, yes?

Tsi: Answer the question!

Za: There was a pretty girl and I decided I wanted to follow her.

I first met Nesa after an alleged-Demon murdered one of the students on campus. She and her mentor came and spoke to our class about the signs of Demons — mismatched eye-colors, inhumanly smooth voices, striking beauty, and staring for too long without blinking. Nesa was stunning and she displayed all of them.

Tsinavi disapproved of this answer.

Ts: Why did you make a life decision about a girl you weren’t dating?

Za: I don’t recommend it, but I’m sure you’ll have more empathy for it when you’re older.

She pouted and kicked my chair leg.

Ts: Why can’t I follow you?

Za: Most Inquisitors get recruited very young, Tsi. Most have killed their first Demon by your age.

Ts: You were older!

Za: I was not — they just didn’t know about my first Demon. I killed one of the children the Bloodsmith turned.

Ts: Oh. Well, then I’ll go kill a Demon!

Za: If I let you go Demon hunting, Father will kill me.

Ts: Pfft, but he couldn’t though…

I permitted myself to snicker. I shared our disdain for father but he actually liked her. I hoped she would continue to leverage his generosity and position as the former Lead Intelligence Officer for the Northern Campaign to get herself into a field which would sufficiently challenge her.

Za: Fine. I will give you a task to see if you even like Inquisiting. Consider it your tryout.

Ts: Really?

Za: Apprentice yourself to Senator Diacaius Praefori and hide your connection to me as much as possible. If you can do it, I’ll let you in.

He didn’t take apprentices — he only took those with formal political philosophy training as assistants whom he would later promote. Never apprentices. But if anyone could convince him otherwise, it was Tsi.

Ts: If he’s actually as smart as they say, then he’ll know I’m the best possible candidate he could have as an apprentice.

I smiled. This was exactly the sort of arrogance I had as a child — and exactly the sort of excessive honesty that ruined my classmates’ opinions of me. A week on the Zavlakihk Docks fixed me right up — enough to charm even Nesa — but as I child, I had held honesty and wit equivalent to charisma.

I once told an upperclassman — Svyet, I think he was named — that he was the sort of person who could name every type of armbar, but could not name one time his mother was proud of him. I wasn’t wrong. He laughed it off, of course — to exude enmity would be to expose vulnerability afore his mindless… posse. He made some comment to the effect of, “You wouldn’t be saying that if Chetiel wasn’t here” which was markedly untrue, but he didn’t know that. And lack of information was always the most dangerous place to be for a Demon-hunter.

Za: Tsi, if you’re going to do this, take it seriously. Observe your target to draw out their weaknesses — do not assume your current strategy will work because you are strong.

Ts: Senator Diacaius is a big softie for little girls. Look how many daughters he has. And he’s never claimed his sons! He’ll love me.

She wasn’t wrong.

Za: On second thought, maybe I’ll pay him a visit too…

Ts: Pfft, he won’t like you!

Za: …No. But his daughter might.

Ts: What, the Burned Maiden of Thuille? She’ll take one look at you and hate you! I don’t buy any of that “symbol of the peace” horse doodoo!

I shook my head. There was a lot of intelligence on her — a concerning amount, in fact, one might call it “obsession.” From what I could tell, she was a scared little girl — good with a knife, and useless without. She would take to any genuine kindness like a Demon to blood.

Za: Of course, because she isn’t a symbol at all. She’s a person — and people are easy, if you know how to use them. You are not ready for that, Tsi.

My brother stole out to the Theatre one night and I had to provide an alibi. He knew how to use people. We weren’t allowed to leave the school at the time, so I attended a dorm party masquerading as him — but I also left early to “help my brother study.” Those sorts of meaningless social functions exhausted me and the weather was horrid. I just wanted to be home with a cup of tea and a good physics codex.

When I emerged from the throng of the crowd, a gang followed me. I led them somewhere nice and secluded — just for Svyet and his corteges. They craved the blood of the frail, awkward little brother who scored one point above his more popular brother on everything. Who was I to deny them?

They could have easily killed me with overwhelming numbers and physical superiority. They did push me over. One gashed my forearm with a nail. Then, Svyet did some grandstanding and told me to apologize — the rain haloing his form like some seabeast rising through the storm.

But I knew a thing or two about theatre from my brother’s secret ravings; I smashed a rock through the nearest window for the glass and I pointed to the longest shard in the bottom rail. I told him to apologize first — stick his neck on the shard and I’d forgive him.

They balked.

“Svyet, it seems it won’t just be your mother who thinks you’re pathetic… Can’t even beat up one underclassman on your own? You need a whole centurion to do it for you?”

People are simple. They all don masks and classifications, but the minute the curtain’s down, the masks come off. Svyet was not a secure person who laughed off insults and bantered back — he was a narcissist and a bully and a disappointment to his parents. No one would miss him.

And no one did.

When he’d finished spilling his blood over the window, I turned to the other stunned, older boys. I told them this: “I have two simple commands:

“The first: You will not lay a hand on me or my brother again.

“The second: You will not tell anyone happened here. If you tell someone and I’m arrested, you will be not safe. I already have one of your heads; do not give me the others.”

My brother was furious. He demanded to know where I’d been and why my hands were in rags all night. I never admitted to anything, but I think Chetiel knew when the Inquisitors came looking for a Demon, they were looking for me.