#you're absolutely welcome Crabs!

[scarredlove]

Glad it arrived safely! Your pictures are aesthetic! Lol!

You're absolutely welcome! It was a joy to make it and I sincerely hope you enjoy some UK treats! Guess we gotta call em the Crab Attendants now XD (bad joke but I'm running on brain rot)

been feeling under the weather lately but a surprise came for me in the mail today!

it is hamburger sized

tada~~~~~ it's the little persimmon crab plush made by @scarredlove!! ough it's so cute in real life! so soft and squishy! i finally get to twiddle its little legs!!

it came with a box of treats! no doubt as a little snackie for it while it braved the postal system!

to let it get used to its new home, i've left it in the capable hands of the welcome committee:

what a lucky little crab

[sandsorghum]

synopsis: Higuruma makes *you* breakfast in bed for the first time

wc: 1.7k tags: fluffy! (unlike his eggs) . established relationship. romance.

a/n: inspired by @breekento's absolutely lovely photoset. a lil idyll, a smidge of indulgence. i couldn't help myself when he's so boyfriend-shaped [to the best of his abilities because...it's higuruma after all]

You were both supposed to be paying off some fairly massive sleep debts;and you hadn't even been incurring them in the usual fun ways.

The tradeoff of being slumber deprived to be a little depraved - ok, maybe more than a little - was hardly a dilemma for you and Higuruma; something you had figured out together early on in your relationship. Just one more way the two of you complemented each other, a pair of stubborn night owls turned lovebirds.

But work has been brutal; you're up to your neck in revisions to proposals for the sustainability bureau, and Higuruma's latest case had him building his defense strategy from scratch twice over now.

You can't remember the last time you shared a dinner that wasn't microwaveable. And pretty soon even the heaps of instant ramen packets were replaced by looming piles of onigiri wrappers, threatening to spill out of the bins - because fiddling with tiny sachets of powdered soup and rinsing out pots became too much of a luxury. So it was lots of take out, and very little making out.

You came to cherish the front doorstep to your apartments, a sacred altar where your bodies crossed each other in the morning bustle, swift as pedestrians, surrendering to serendipity; yet Cupid's best efforts could only conspire to the briefest, briskest brushes of your mouths before you hurried off towards your hectic jobs.

Evenings fared little better. Slouching past where he'd be collapsed on the couch at 2am, you'd drop a peck on his forehead when you could, if you had the strength to peel back the post-its with comments on penal code sections and the stacks of annotated alibis, gentle in your excavation of the mountainous documents, even as you know there's never any erosion of Higuruma's workaholism.

So you got good at deciphering the same crabbed handwriting on the fridge's notepad, mostly apologies and promises, before they dwindled down to hasty scratches of frowny emojis, blotting out dates on the calendar. All of it sincere, and all of it thwarted.

Weeks grated by like that, with their numbing addendums of cancelled grocery lists and rainchecks, strings of his snarky texts and your grumpy selfies becoming the lifeline of your relationship.

A month or maybe two, passed and finally, finally the pitches were accepted, as were the plea deals. Surely things could go back to normal now?

So, when you rolled over this morning anticipating a long overdue snuggle against Higuruma's chest, to instead find only a cold spot on his side of bed, the chagrin prickles through you so sharply it pierces through the groggy fog of sleep you still very much need.

"Hiro..." The pillows, absent of even his scent have the further audacity to muffle your grumble. But then you feel a slightly self-conscious chuckle roll honeywarm over your spine, and the dip of the bed as it welcomes the return of a weight that never should have left it at this hour.

"Sorry darling, I got hungry. Figured you might be too."

Your head creaks to the side, a warm scent wafting through the final defenses of your pillow fort. It's one you haven't smelled in a very, very long time.

"Masako's?"

Higuruma chuckles at the disbelief in your voice, still slumber-hoarse.

"That's right, made the pilgrimage all the way to Yoyogi. Just for you."

You hear the scrape of a knife and a rich, buttery aroma mingles with the morning air. Then you hear Higuruma's voice, dredged in huskiness from his drowsiness, drawling close to your ear. "So, forgive me yet?"

Your huff is already half buried in the pillow as you turn away from him and Higuruma sighs, wishing you'd at least treat him to your scowl. But he'll play along, after all it's been a while since the both of you could squander a morning on feigned pettiness.

"It's cute when you pretend to hold out on me," he muses, teasing his fingers through your locks before a heated palm comes to cup your cheek. "But the bagels are getting cold."

You can't help leaning into Higuruma's touch, purely instinctive, a vine supine toward its sun. But still you manage to mutter, "W'er s'posed to cuddle this mrngh."

You feel the grin in his voice long before it sneaks up to the corner of your lips. "We'll have the whole day to cuddle..."

Higuruma's aquiline nose dips down your neck, stopping just short of the spot he knows elicits a hitch in your breath. "Or not cuddle."

Drat him, and those nimble fingertips, just starting to skim beneath the hem of your shirt, summoning butterflies so swiftly you're uncertain if the swoop in your belly is from their innocently tickling antennae, or his digits' dexterous pretense of roaming your skin idly.

"For now, I'd like you to acknowledge the attempt I'm calling an omelette."

Now that has your eyes snapping open and jolting upright, shuffling around to stare at your partner who, for all his towering intellect, has never been able to distinguish a whisk from a sieve.

"You cooked? I didn't hear anything. What happened, were the batteries dead in the smoke alarm?"

"I'll have you know I actually replaced them recently."

Your skepticism retreats as you register Higuruma's mildly wounded expression. He turns to the side table, retrieving a breakfast tray and setting it before you. True, the yellow oblong by the perfectly browned discs is a little squat and misshapen, but it's distinctly missing the burnt, greasy odour you've come to reflexively associate with even his best attempts.

But this morning, you aren't even seeing any flecks of black. In fact, you start to notice the specks of green.

"Scallions?"

You raise the dish, squinting at the garnish, before lowering it to stare at Higuruma.

"Who are you and what have you done with my lover?"

"I guess I'm just some other man who's fallen for the charms of your terribly exacting egg standards," he deadpans, ruffling your hair and pressing a fork into your hand. "Now dear, if you'd be so kind as to make your judgment."

You take a sip of tea, made exactly how you like it (black, half a teaspoon of sugar, sans milk or creamer - maybe this man seated across from you isn't an impostor after all) and once you've washed down your bewilderment, set to properly tackling breakfast.

You take a breath, and let your fork cleave through the omelette. It cuts through cleanly, and doesn't wobble once on its way to your mouth.

It's...edible, you decide. Serviceable even, provided you were getting served at a road side gas station. But then you remember who cooked it, which practically makes it a 3 Michelin Star meal.

"It's good. Properly seasoned and everything." You smile, taking another bite.

"So how many dozens of eggs did you go through before you achieved this masterpiece?"

Higuruma shakes his head and huffs, casting his eyes heavenward. "Oh ye of little faith."

"In my defense, this is a novelty, Hiro. You've never spoiled me this way before."

You chuckle, tweaking his cheek, and his put-upon morose expression falters, as affection glimmers in his eyes instead.

"Three-quarters are still intact," he informs you, watching you sip your tea.

"Three quarters of the carton?" Your lip curls knowingly around the edge of your mug, and something stirs within Higuruma.

"Of the tray," he confesses, pulling your hand into his, starting to rub soft circles against your wrist.

"Couldn't be too cautious, hm?"

"I had Wikihow's assistance. And it's not my first time cooking eggs, you know."

You chew on the bagel for a quiet, contemplative moment.

"But the first time serving them?"

Your partner shrugs, but the way he averts his gaze for a moment tells you what you need to know. You squeeze his hand, and he looks back up at you.

"Thanks, Hiro. For making the morning special." You brush your forehead against his, savouring his happy hum reverberating against your cheeks as you put the tray off to the side.

"With this display of confidence, maybe you could even try tamagoyaki some time."

"Well, now that seems a tad ambitious-" Higuruma begins to equivocate but you shut him up with a kiss, tossing off the quilts and clambering into his lap, your appetite truly having been awakened at last.

He lets your hunger rush over him, falling backwards as his tongue greedily clambers towards yours, feeling a burden lift as your weight presses him back into bed, as your hips settle into their slow, needy grind against his. He kisses you, drinks you in more deeply, tasting the tannins of the tea he'd over-brewed while fussing with that dang omelette, but mingling with your scent and sweetness, it's nothing short of the most potent ambrosia. Higuruma groans, he's been parched of your taste and starved of your touch for weeks and weeks and he wants - needs you to drain him of these reservoirs of ache and desperation that have been suffocating him for so long.

Delirium and his desire floods through you, Higuruma's hands skittering everywhere, almost antsy enough to shred the fabric off of you. Higuruma nips urgently at your lips and you let his tongue, his limbs, his scent coil around you, entwined in his essence and embrace. His name spills from you in shallow gasps, pleading for a minor reprieve from the pleasure, but he persists, busying himself at your nape, suckling eagerly, flint-edged nose and canines planting tender bruises. It's only when you flinch slightly from the overstimulation of his roving mouth that he relents, reluctantly, tipping your head back to assess his efforts.

He likes what he sees; Your skin glowing in roses, dewy with his sweat and spit. Your famished gaze, devouring him as he devours you

"Maybe you should spend more time in the kitchen after all," you giggle, running your hands through his scalp, and you feel that burst of familiar wet heat as Higuruma quivers underneath you, a sodden spot growing and twitching against your core.

He presses his lips to you once more, his smirk both scalding and saccharine as he murmurs, "Never mind my rudimentary culinary skills darling, I'm going to spoil you in all the ways you already know, and then some."

@houseofsolisoccasum

[kyri45]

✨ISAT Sky: Cotl!AU Q&A (22-09)✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the ISAT Sky: Cotl!AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@spec7rejay ha chiesto: First, for the lmk au: oh my god, they were roommates. Second: this may be a bit of a stretch, but I was listening to Lindsey Stirling and her song Foreverglow made me think of the ISaT S:CotL AU Third: your art and AU’s are amazing and I hope you have a nice day! :)

Aww you're right! It is kind of fitting! :D

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hi! I have a question about your Sky x ISAT au In your au, does Aurora exist? Would she be a preformer or something closer to the version of her in queendom?

AURORA in the AU is more similar to a performer who's also a seasonal guide, and the songs they play during the concert where you get teleported and become a bird or a jellyfish are like a collective meditative experience.

da3gr3d ha chiesto: Im finishing to play sky cotl at light speed just so i can read your au comic without spoilers of the game bc im obsessed with the lmk bio parents one and now i wanna read the other one as well bc you are so good at drawing and scripting the comics

(i said it and ill say it again i LOVE your stories im obsessed)

Anonimo ha chiesto: ur isat x sky:cotl au made me pick up sky <3

AAAHHH TY!! Hope you like the game as much as I do!

Anonimo ha chiesto: god your s:cotl isat comic has been making me absolutely completely insane im so obsessed with it. it's so so beautiful and so so good and im just auugughhhh

@queenofskys5 ha chiesto: I hope everyone who came for LMK is enjoying ISAT x Sky:COTL the way I'm enjoying LMK after basically learning of its existence from here

hehe glad you liked the LMK one as well!

Anonimo ha chiesto: the. the pararel between him and siffrin. that doesn't mean anything right haha I'm proooobably looking too deep into it def and it's def not because I think the king is siffrin in some way and I'm totally not looking at the same placements of their three eyelashes and the way they both have their left eye covered. I'm going. insane. tell me I'm insane please. love your art btw! :D

Ah yes, the 2 school of thoughts about Resh in the Sky fandom: either you are team Resh is you/you are part of resh or Resh and Alef are two different beings

@melodyofthevoid ha chiesto: Since in the new COTL event there's a spell that makes you a crab... if the gang got hit with that on the island... It'd truly be their worst nightmare /j

But it would also be so fuckong funny

Anonimo ha chiesto: TEY SIAD TEH THIHGBTEHYSA ISAID TEH THING IM SCREAMING OH MY GOD how long did it take for you to think of that dialogue, siffrin being from ISAT saying that and resh being from COTL saying that, people saying their respective game title names puugghhgh I'm gonna eXPLODE

Ahah since May I knew I was gonna add the name of the game (Sky) into that conversation. As I was drawing the chapter I thought that maybe I could also add the ISAT name as well

Anonimo ha chiesto: (regarding your current update on the ISAT cotl au) I SCREAMED. I SCREAMED. LOOOOPPP. OH MY GOD THEIR FAMILY. IM SCREAMING IM GONNA THROW UP /POS

LOOP! THEY WILL SAVE THE DAY!

[livesworthlivingau]

Lives Worth Living Chapter 3

General ISAT Spoilers possible below

"Oh hey, welcome back Sif! You're just in time, Bonnie's finishing up dinner now"

"Where's Loop? They shouldn't miss dinner!... Wait... Can Loop actually eat food?" (You pause... Mira brings up a very good point actually...)

"Uhh… I'm actually not sure... But they said don't wait up, they uh... have some stuff to think about." (You respond, worried about them, but just glad to be back with your family for now. You take a seat at the table next to Isabeau, placing your hand in his and entwining your fingers, laying your head on his shoulder with a content sigh... wait... why is everyone staring at you?)

"Uhh… S-Sif?..." (Isa asked, you could feel he was incredible tense all of the sudden, his palm soaking wet, even shaking a little... OH STARS! You quickly pull away, face burning darker as you realize what just happened. It was a leftover reflex from your former life. It was so natural you didn't even think about doing it. Mirabelle just gave a cute giggle and smile, almost as if she was enjoying one of her silly romance books.)

"I didn't expect you to be so forward Siffrin." (Odile noted with a raised brow and a bit of a smirk, seeming to at least be glad the two of you were progressing in the relationship.)

"I-I-... I'm sorry Isa I-I... I don't know, I wasn't thinking..." (You have no way to explain the actions you just took, just hiding your face in your cloak like you used to, tipping your hat forward as well to hide your shame.)

"N-No it's okay!... I-It... was really nice actually..." (Isa was blushing just as brightly, slowly extending his hand, inviting you to place yours in it again. You know things didn't progress this quickly before, but... it couldn't hurt to get a tiny head start, could it? You return your hand to his, the both of you just flustered and looking away, still holding hands... the entire display must look terribly stupid... but it was worth it.)

"MALANGA FRITTERS TIME!" (Bonnie shouts as they barge in, holding a large plate of your favorite dish... stopping and staring at the awkward scene before them)

"... Why's everyone being weird?" ---------------------------------------------------------

(You sigh some to yourself as you walked through the hall that night, it was a long day with a lot of surprises, so it was nice to finally have a moment to yourself, heading for the living space to relax on your own, only to find...)

"Siffrin... I don't mean to force you, but considering everything that happened recently, I think you'll understand why I feel the need to pry. You've been acting strange, and not in the expected way. Do you care to explain?" (Odile... always so crabbing smart... She sat there with a serious yet caring face, and she clearly wouldn't let this go easily... Oh boy, how to handle this?)

"Are you sure you wanna open this can of worms right now?"

"I promise you I won't tell the other's unless I absolutely feel the need to, if that would make you feel better."

"... I watched you die Odile... I watched you take your last breath... 30 years from now." (Odile's expression quickly shifted from studious to shocked, horrified even. She takes a while to process this, and will likely need longer than she'd allow herself)

"Tell you what... bring a bottle, we'll have some fun with it, hehe~" (You instruct, shifting to a bittersweet look, and 'winking'. This seems to relieve at least some of Odile's worry, nodding and getting up to find a trusty bottle of vodka.)

[shayberri789]

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[stardewremixed]

Stardew Confessions

This started as a musings post and grew into something much bigger. Sometimes I dream of selecting the resident saloon owner as my bachelor of choice. Yes, I'm running off with Gus. Here are my justifications (in no particular order):

Warning: Spoilers for his personality and heart events.

He has a kind word for everyone.

He is warm, friendly, and welcoming.

He has a deep compassion for his friends and neighbors, as evidenced by how he treats Linus (that scene always warms my heart) and how he wants to "help out" Pam even if his business is hurting.

He is sensitive to your allergies. Enough said.

He is rocking the dad-bod.

He is not a heavy drinker (and this is a welcome relief after Shane). He mentions that he likes a good Stardew Valley vintage from time-to-time. (I prefer a good vino over spirits, anyhow.)

He is "proud" of you if you upgrade Pam's house. (And if he doesn't know it's you, he tells you that person deserves the best).

He cooks for weeks for the Egg Day festival. A man who is dedicated to keeping the Valley well fed is a good man in my book.

The man runs one of the most successful businesses in the Valley. He is the only bar and restaurant in town. Financial stability is practical AND sexy, people!

A man who cooks and mixes a mean cocktail is a catch. He would keep you in good food, good drinks, and coffee.

Mmm... and the man has a special omelet. As a girl who loves her eggs, this is a total perk in my book! (And he makes the best crab cakes too!)

The man also makes his own candy canes! Sweet!

Living above a bar and restaurant would have its perks. (I lived above one in my first apartment - the water pressure was incredible for showers and the rooms were surprisingly spacious). And if you're hit with the 2am munchies, you'd have access to the best snacks.

Since he is on the older side, he is established and has a healthy self-esteem.

He wouldn't play games. He is straightforward and honest.

He has good taste in gifts - definitely higher quality (later game) stuff. Escargot, fish tacos, tropical curry all strike me as things a man with a discerning palate would enjoy. Oranges are a healthy addition. One of his favorites at the movie theater is a cappuccino mousse cake (which sounds absolutely mouthwatering and delicious - and I'd totally learn the recipe for him!)

He sends good gifts in the mail after 1+ hearts. And his note reads: "I made you a little treat this morning at the Saloon. Dig in. Your friend, Gus." (I'll admit the first time I received this letter, I swooned a bit. Maybe I want to be more than friends here, Gus.) He's so thoughtful. 3+ hearts - he says he only shares the salmon dinner recipe with his "good friends." ;)

He kindly employs Emily. (I bet he makes a great boss - a nice blend of fair and understanding.) He knows this is only temporary for her until she gets her clothing business up and running, but he is appreciative of the help.

In his 5-heart event, he basically calls you the "special ingredient" in the secret sauce! *wiggles eyebrows* He has come to view you as a good friend.

And the man gives you a mini jukebox for your home!!! Any man who gives you the "gift of music" has to be a sweetheart.

He's also worried about Pam and wants to maintain a friendship with her (and yes, I'll acknowledge the elephant in the room. I know there are problematic implications of giving her alcohol, but he is running a business and she is responsible for her own choices). He wants others to like him and he respects people's autonomy. Maybe he's a bit too nice at times since he does need to make a living, but I think this contributes to his all-around "good guy" vibes.

TL;DR - I'm convinced Gus could keep you in relative comfort and happiness, that he has a "heart of gold," and he would make an excellent marriage candidate.

[dentiststoothfairy]

Slides in *) may I have a chubby reader and them H E A D C A N O N S (blinks with eye lashes*)

Ty 😊

Art I made lmao

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐨'𝐬 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 & 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Bro they don't give a single fuck.

Gonna be honest. They really don't.

If you're vibing with them? They'll vibe with you. Doesn't matter if you're pretty, ugly, larger, smaller, taller, shorter, thick or flat.

Nene thinks you're gorgeous anyways. You know she does because she makes a big deal about not hanging around ugly people.

"Like Pico?"

"Oh my Lord, exactly! Like Pico!"

She takes you shopping and then throws an ABSOLUTE fit if or when they don't carry the CUTEST outfit in your size.

That has to be some sort of CRIME.

Darnell is probably the most apathetic about it. He knows what it's like to be treated differently for something you can't change. And personally, he'd rather someone not make a large deal out of it... So he doesn't make a big deal out of you either.

Although, when someone has the audacity to like.. Comment on it? He calls them tf out. He makes a big deal then. He gets absolute pleasure of making assholes squirm with uncomfortable tension after being pointed out.

He's got your back. Honestly? He is probably the most reliable out of the group. He shuts Nene up real fast when she says something insensitive by the slip of the tongue.

Pico? God don't let anyone make one comment around you two.

He DON'T let that shit slide.

He's probably fallen asleep on you after a long day. He hasn't got any shame that one, I'm not gonna lie. You're way more comfortable to lean on than Darnell or Nene.

Nene mocks him and tells him that he better not collapse into your chest the way he collapsed into hers that one time. He still fucking hates that. It's embarrassing. He WOULD RATHER DIE.

"I'm back!"

"Oh, welcome home." You answered cointly. Your chest heavy with burden as you pulled your nervous eyes away from your reflection, subconsciously pulling down at your pants as you did so to hide the shame.

Your blue haired lover gave an energetic laugh as he moved lightly on the soles of his feet, bouncing to the couch as he took his hat out to fan himself. His stupid smile always brought comfort, you fought a smile yourself.

"Busy day?" You hummed, his eyes was still twinkling from energy from being outside. He nodded as his mouth opened to talk more.

"Oh hell yeah. Another rap battle, it was absolutely fire. You should've heard me!"

Ah.. You... Hadn't been willing to leave the apartment for a while... Embarrassment of like... Existing. But, that meant you missed out on so many fun things with your quite frankly, extroverted boyfriend.

His rising and falling chest and heart beating in sync, you could feel his internal music constantly bumping as he climbed onto you while you sat down, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck as you quickly grabbed his hand. You knew what he was trying to do, trying to run his fingers through your tight curls and you knew it would only end badly.

"I bet... You would've sounded great." You gave a bitter smile, glancing down subtly at your legs as your hand clutched his hand tighter. Your lover, usually pretty clueless, seemed to pick up on the cues.

".. Is something wrong, babe?" He asked, his tone shifted slightly as he looked up at you, his excitement washed away like a wave swallowing a crab into the large ocean.

Now look what you've done...

"No, no. I'm fine! I was just thinking about what we were going to have for dinner tonight. Maybe something with low fat?" You offered, throwing the option into the air hoping that the usual air head wouldn't catch on.

Unlucky for you, he did.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Is this about your legs again?" He let go of you, as he sat up. The silence hung in the air like a string hung off a cork board. You never liked lying to him but, how else could you improve the situation..?

He gave a sigh, laying his head on your shoulder as he snaked an arm around your waist, trying to pull you as closely as he could to you. "... You know I think you're stunning, I don't.. Understand how you can't see that." He muttered.

"Because-.." Your voice caught onto the tissue in your throat as if a hook was dragging across it. You couldn't untangle the line that was suffocating you. Both metaphorical, and the verbal line you were about to say.

And, god bless... Your boyfriend as if a miracle worker, knew exactly what to do. He pulled you in, connecting your lips quickly.

"You're adorable. There's nothing cuter than you." He mumbled, giving you a crooked smile. "The fact you think other wise is insulting. You're like.. The fuckin' cutest thing ever. Like, you're so soft. And I know people who say that come off as if they're reaching for compliments but honestly? I wouldn't change you for the way you are." He shrugged.

Your eyes scavenged his for any sort of lie. That he was trying to make you feel better with absolutely no true empathy behind his words. But you came up empty handed.

"Like, do you know how hard it is for me to like.. Not show you off? I just wanna walk down the street and go 'look suckers! This is my mutha' fuckin' partner! You can't even imagine landing someone so hot!'" He raised his voice, cupping his mouth to make himself even louder. You gave a nervous laugh.

"Please don't do that..." Please, don't.

He gave a cheeky wink to you, sticking his cheek out as he did. "I said it's hard for me not to do, not that I would. I know how you get with attention, baby and I'm gonna do my best to make sure you're content in your own skin because I love you." He brought your knuckle to his lips, giving you a kiss and feigning a knight.

"Whether you're black, white, fuckin'... Green or thin."

Green?

You couldn't help but laugh at that. Taking your dumb ass boyfriend by the jaw and kissing him once again.

"You're so stupid."

"I know." He hummed back, content. "Now what's for dinner for real? I'm starving."

[drpeppertummy]

Giuliana and marianne perhaps?

spent some time pondering over whether i could make this work & truthfully i think there was more to be explored in the whole Stoic Tough Lady Rendered Submissive Feedee By Pushy Milf scenario but What Ever i tried

[hunger, stuffing]

Giuliana gazed blanky at the menu, her eyes wandering over what seemed like a million words and not reading a single one. It had been an exceptionally long day at work. Everything that could possibly have gone wrong did so profusely, the majority of the day's customers had been a pain in the ass, and between the mess, the chaos, and the slow eaters, closing had taken ages longer than usual. It was well past midnight now--closer to two, actually--and Giuliana, who hadn't eaten a thing since lunch, was absolutely starving. Fortunately, the diner was always open.

As she looked over the menu, struggling to comprehend the wealth of text covering the beat-up laminated sheet, an approaching figure drew her attention. A tall, broad waitress, almost intimidating in stature but with a friendly face, strode cheerfully up to the booth, smiling warmly down at her. Her name tag identified her as Marianne. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but it was common enough; she couldn't recall ever having seen the woman before.

"You look like you're running on fumes, sweetheart," Marianne said playfully. "What're you feelin' tonight?"

"Um…" Giuliana glanced back at the menu, brow furrowed. Her belly rumbled loudly.

"I'd ask if you need a couple minutes, but it sounds like you can't wait," Marianne teased, and a blush crept onto Giuliana's face. "Need a little help?"

"Hm…" Giuliana hesitated, then gave up with an exhausted sigh. "Yeah, I guess I do." Marianne smiled and leaned over her, resting a warm hand on her shoulder. She tensed up, caught off guard by the oddly intimate contact, but didn't feel compelled to pull away. The waitress studied the menu for a moment, tapping a thoughtful finger to her lip, then pointed to a line that Giuliana's weary eyes could barely read.

"Judging by the sound of your belly, I think you need something nice and big to fill you up," she said, tapping the menu with her long pink nail. "How about chicken Alfredo? Comes with linguine unless you'd prefer a different pasta, and then you'll get a soup or a salad, two sides…"

Giuliana, being a restaurant owner and a fine cook herself, rarely went out to eat, often preferring to make her own food the way she felt it ought to be made. When she did go out, she tended to be very deliberate in her choices. Tonight, however, she nodded her way through the ordering process. The long day had left her brain fried, and while it wasn't her preference, she wound up letting Marianne talk her into whatever she thought was best, although she did pick the soup. She'd had the crab bisque on her mind from the moment she'd walked through the door and seen it listed among the specials.

In addition to the bisque and the Alfredo, she had a baked potato and pickled beets coming along with it for the sides, and Marianne had talked her into an order of clam strips as well. The appetizer came out at the same time as the bisque, and Giuliana's stomach let out a long, whining growl at the smell of it.

"That's what I like to hear," Marianne giggled. "Eat up, cutie pie, I'll have your Alfredo out in just a few minutes."

Giuliana watched her go, blinking in delayed confusion at the pet name, then, brought back to attention by her growling belly, dug into the bisque. Her stomach eagerly welcomed the hot food, and she ate quickly, too hungry to bother with taking the time to properly enjoy it. The bisque was creamy and filling, and the clam strips were wonderfully fresh and crispy, and between the two, it wasn't long before she began to feel comfortably full. As a matter of fact, after wolfing it down so quickly, she felt a little bloated. She leaned back in the booth, a little surprised at herself for having cleared the food away already, and burped quietly into her fist.

"Oh, good girl! Cleaned your plates just in time for dinner," said Marianne with a grin. Giuliana looked up, startled. She hadn't heard the waitress approaching. Smiling, Marianne cleared away the empty dishes and replaced them with full ones: a big, steaming bowl of pasta topped with grilled chicken and creamy Alfredo, a hefty baked potato accompanied by a dollop of butter and sour cream, and a bowl of pickled beets. It smelled fantastic, and Giuliana's mouth watered at the sight of it, but without hunger clouding her vision, it suddenly seemed like an absurd amount of food. She doubted she'd be able to eat much before she had to quit. Still, she was here and so was the dinner, and she supposed she ought to enjoy it as much as she could.

Marianne left her alone once again, and she brought up another quiet burp. With the pressure in her stomach slightly lessened, she picked up her fork and started on the pasta. Personally, she didn't think it quite held up to her own, but it was still pretty damn good, and even on a full belly, it was easy to keep eating. She dipped into the sides here and there as she ate, but the Alfredo was her main priority. It wouldn't heat up as well as the potato would, and she could take or leave the beets, although they certainly weren't left untouched.

Giuliana was eating at a more standard pace now, but it didn't take long for her to slow down even more. Her belly quickly began to feel fuller and fuller, filling up with the thick, bulky pasta and chicken on top of the heavy soup and the clam strips that were almost certainly not intended to be eaten alone. The potato wasn't helping matters, and her stomach soon began to reach its comfortable limit, not quite aching but undeniably far past full.

"How're we doin' over here, sweetheart? Not too full yet, I hope," said Marianne, eyeing Giuliana's rounded tummy as she approached the booth. "Y'know, as good as they make it, it just never seems to heat up quite right, don't you think?" She turned away with a smile and a wink, and before Giuliana could react, she was gone.

She couldn't argue with Marianne's logic. As full as she was, she supposed she could fit a little more. She paused for a moment to force up a small burp--it didn't help much--and scooped up another forkful of linguine. Each bite felt heavier than the last in her already-snug stomach, but where she ordinarily might have called it quits, she went on eating, wanting to make the most of her dinner while it was fresh. She was vaguely aware of the fact that her belly had long since begun to bulge out over the waist of her jeans, but she didn't care. When the jeans began to dig uncomfortably into her distended middle, however, that was an issue. She reached down to tug the waist down a little, hoping to ease the irritating pressure.

"Oh, pumpkin, you are looking absolutely stuffed," Marianne remarked, sounding pleased. Giuliana looked up, startled and a little embarrassed. With her jeans sitting lower on her waist, her belly looked impressively round and poked out almost far enough to bump against the table. She wasn't typically one to care about appearances, but with Marianne's approving eye on her distended tummy, she felt uncharacteristically bashful, and held a defensive hand over it. It felt shockingly firm to the touch, packed tight as a drum full of heavy, bulky carbs, and she blushed.

"Oh, sweetheart, don't be shy," Marianne giggled. "You know I'm always glad to see our customers enjoying their food. Now, you go ahead and finish up, alright? If you can fit any more, that is. You look just about ready to pop." She gave Giuliana a friendly pat on the back and left.

Giuliana didn't just look ready to pop, she felt like it, too. Her belly felt taut, heavy, and bloated, and she didn't think it could take another bite. Still, there was something persuasive, almost alluring about Marianne, and she felt oddly compelled to eat a little more. She forced up another little burp, gave her distended tummy a cautious rub, and dipped her fork back into the pasta. The chicken was already gone--it had been an entire breast, and that alone occupied a large space in her stomach--but there seemed to be an endless sea of linguine, and what remained would likely last her another day or two.

Her stomach stretched as yet another bite of pasta was forced into it, and it let out an uncomfortable groan as it strained around the enormous meal inside it. She scooped up one more forkful, and, though her hand faltered as she brought it to her lips, she managed to swallow it down. That was as much as she could stand. Her belly couldn't take another bite. With a sigh, she set her fork down and leaned back, holding her aching tummy with both hands. A small burp escaped her, forced up by the sheer amount of pressure inside her stomach, followed by a soft groan. She was fighting for consciousness now, her tiredness only amplified by the warm weight in her belly, and just as her eyes began to flutter, Marianne caught her attention.

"Well, I must say, I am pretty darn impressed," she said, the smile on her face almost impish as she looked down at Giuliana. "That is an awful lot of food in that belly. I'm gonna go ahead and grab you a box before you pass out, you look like you're about to fall right into your pasta." She gave her shoulder an affectionate squeeze and disappeared from sight.

[cabernetsauvignor]

[XINYUE KIOSK]

Today is another busy day; Xinyue Kiosk, certainly, is already packed by the time Nahida wanders in looking to grab some lunch. A rather harried waiter takes her order, ushering her to one of the few places left available: a table in a corner, its second seat already occupied by a golden-eyed stranger.

"I do hope you weren't waiting for someone," she comments, glancing around the room and utterly failing to spot anyone she recognizes. "It seems we've both arrived at a busy time."

She readjusts her headphones, eternally grateful for their noise-cancelling properties, and settles in to wait, summoning up a few threads of dendro energy to fidget with. Silhouettes of her friends, kalpalata lotuses in bloom, a bird in a cage, the same bird flying free; she works through every shape she's practiced before attempting something new: rather appropriately, a xiao lantern.

Ah - should she introduce herself? That would probably be the polite thing to do. "I'm Nahida; nice to meet you!"

Eden sits idle, people-watching - quite a delightful hobby she's picked up, since her return to being. But though her eyes roam the crowded restaurant, she fails to notice the waiter offering up the chair across from her until the little girl takes a seat.

Granted, Eden knew her height well. Though far from the tallest Flamechaser, she was absolutely not the shortest, be it compared to dear Elysia or Felis. Still, it was not only the girl's height, but her size, that went clear under Eden's sweeping golden radar.

But, no, she had not been waiting for someone. Well, not someone in particular; but if one's wish is to fill a glass, then one might simply have to contend with the fact it may not be the drink one expects.

"Oh, no, you're quite welcome," she says. "I'm happy to not need to eat alone, tonight of all times."

Taking note of the girl's headphones, she returns to her people-watching. Out of the corner of her eye, Eden can't help but notice the girl's idle, molding and bending the fibers so naturally, as a potter might her clay. She eyes the sight wondrously, amidst the din of the cantine.

"That's beautiful," she smiles. Whether it is directed towards the girl's craft, or in response to the girl's name, is hard to say. " It's nice to meet you. I'm Eden. Are you from around here? I've ordered the Golden Crab dish; would you like to split it with me?"

[pseudonymousposting]

I've been poking around in some liberal-leaning spaces online, and I'm seeing a number of people responding to marginalized groups who voted for Donald Trump or simply did not vote Democrat who are facing the reality of him doing exactly what he said he was going to do.

I'm seeing a lot of sentiment that worries and disturbs me. It's one thing to meme about leopards and faces, but it's entirely another to say, "Well, we just aren't gonna help them because they voted for this."

I am seeing this in response, especially toward Latino people expressing a sense of betrayal from Trump's ICE raids. Nah. We should be helping marginalized people facing oppression, actually. We need to do so while maintaining some humility and compassion.

Turning our nose up at a marginalized group for not voting the way you want is, frankly, exactly the kind of thing the right SAYS the left does. Don't prove them right, or be a reason they can say they're right. Don't be a reactionary. This behavior is contemptible.

What makes the difference between the left and the right is compassion and love for working people. What meets this moment is fighting fascism, not letting people become victims of it out of spite.

As has been said better than the following attempt to paraphrase, you must love the worker more than you hate the Bourgeoisie. You must love the marginalized more than you hate the oppressor.

It borderlines on collaboration. Especially when you're speaking of an ethnic group group facing mass deportation as a "they," and saying with a strong sense of liberal arrogance that you will allow it. Do not do this. It turns people who want to stop fascism away.

I'm not interested in team sports. I'll point out that there's a leopard and faces situation. Hell, I am willing to even meme about it with some limits. We still must acknowledge that this is a dark and terrifying time to be alive. There's a different way to approach that conversation.

"It sucks that this is happening. We didn't want it to happen, and we shall keep fighting it. Join us, and let's fight this together. "This will work a lot better than pointing and laughing at what looks like an active attempt to start an ethnic cleansing program.

Don't care if you're liberal or left. Bit late to be picky right now. Either way, what matters to me is what works, and "I did not speak out because they voted a certain way" is still not speaking out, and still leads to nobody being left to speak for me when they come for me.

Unfortunately, I see this attitude a lot among liberals right now, and it doesn't bode well. Historically speaking, that is how we absolutely do not survive this. That's kind of the point of the poem.

We must be vigilant and fight to stop fascists from getting away with their vile goals every step of the way we can, and we have to stand together against them. Failing to form a strong coalition is certain death.

We should be showing solidarity with those who are mistreated by our society, not malice and contempt. We only have the numbers if those numbers are working in concert, not shoving each other off a cliff. No bucket crabs.

If someone is against fascism, is fighting fascism, or is a target of fascists, they may be my ally. For that to happen, I need to keep them safe, and they need to keep strong and ready. They need to keep me safe, and I need to keep strong and ready in turn.

That won't happen if people are going around saying things like, "Well, I just won't help you when your turn comes, then." Who is flocking to fight alongside THAT person?

We need to a strong, welcoming and loving community. Not a haven of backstabbers who consider groups of people worth sacrificing as a 'lesson' nor considers a willingness to act with compassion against an ethnic group to be conditional on obedience. We need a united front to stand and tell the powerful that they will not be allowed to act upon their horrifying will without someone stopping them.

Allowing an atrocity to go on unchallenged is encouraging it, and it encourages the next one by telling them they can get away with it. It allows it to be normal. Business as usual. It is the greatest weapon you can give a fascist: permission. We can not give them permission. Not once.

If liberals are wondering why marginalized groups have not beem flocking to the polls as reliably in recent years to vote for them, maybe consider what people are thinking when they see politicians offering little to nothing term after term, and then responding with callous disregard for their lives out of spite for not automatically voting for them.

Stop taking popular support for granted and actually try to WIN people. This is something at which Democrats have consistently failed for at least a decade. Do better. Lives depend upon it.

[theother456-stories]

Feasting With The Wolf

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the secluded beach. The sound of gentle waves lapping against the shore provided a soothing soundtrack to the scene. And there, resting comfortably on a piece of driftwood, was Sam - a rotund seal known for his insatiable appetite and sexual prowess. His plump body hinted at countless nights of hedonistic pleasure, and this one was no exception.

Beside him sat Adam, a bold wolf who had heard tales of Sam's legendary virility and couldn't resist the temptation to experience it firsthand. As they lounged on the beach, overlooking the vast expanse of ocean, their table overflowed with a decadent feast: plump oysters, succulent crab legs, and rich scallops piled high. It was clear that thousands of pounds of food had been gathered for this occasion alone.

Adam's toned physique and rugged demeanor eyed the feast hungrily while Sam, exuding power and confidence, watched him with a playful smirk. "Think you can keep up with me?" Sam purred, gesturing to the decadent meal. "This isn't just any ordinary dinner."

Adam chuckled, feeling a surge of excitement as he reached for a plump oyster. "I'll give it my best shot. After all, when do I get to indulge like this?"

Sam's eyes danced with mischief. "You'll love it. Trust me - there's nothing quite like indulging in pleasure without holding back."

And so the challenge began. At first, Adam was reserved, savoring each bite sensually and slowly as if he were trying to make every moment last forever. But as the night wore on and the food disappeared before them, his inhibitions melted away and he found himself devouring every morsel with abandon. Sam, meanwhile, licked his fingers clean and washed down mouthfuls of seafood with gulps of wine.

As the moon rose high in the sky, both men had transformed - their once lean frames now round and soft from their indulgence. Their bellies ballooned outwards, straining against their clothes as they continued to feast. Adam reveled in the fullness and heaviness of his expanding stomach, feeling a sense of pure bliss wash over him.

"I didn't know I could eat this much," Adam groaned, rubbing his distended belly. "But I don't want to stop."

Sam grinned knowingly, patting his own bulging gut. "That's the magic of it - letting go and giving into your desires until you're completely satisfied."

With each passing bite, their bodies grew more and more plump and round. As they indulged in each other and the decadent feast before them, their soft moans filled the air and their bodies became more and more aroused.

"I've never felt so fully alive," Adam moaned, his voice heavy with lust. Sam's hands roamed over his engorged body, reveling in the softness and weight of it. "Crazy? Maybe. But who cares?"

Adam's hesitation melted away, replaced by a wide grin that stretched across his face. "You're absolutely right," he exclaimed as he reached the peak of pure ecstasy, releasing himself all over the underside of his bloated belly.

Sam chuckled, feeling his own belly jiggle with delight. "That's the spirit!"

Adam couldn't resist giving his swollen stomach another pat, feeling waves of pleasure ripple through him. "Yeah, I think I might have a new obsession now."

Sam laughed heartily. "Welcome to the club, my friend."

As the sun began to rise on the horizon, casting golden hues across the sky, the two of them sat side by side on the sand - their bodies large and heavy but still buzzing with pleasure. They indulged in one last touch of each other's bloated forms before dreaming of their next indulgent meal. And in that moment, they both knew: Bigger was always better, and they couldn't wait to fully embrace every inch of it together. The memories of this night would be etched into their minds, a reminder that the pursuit of pleasure without restraint was truly the ultimate form of indulgence.

[sanvirtheobserver]

Taking Flight, Chapter 52: First Shift

Back on the bottom floor of the building, SMG3 is seen giving the lowdown to his newest employees.

SMG3: Alright, listen up! We run a tight ship here in Three's Lustrous Lair, so I expect each and every one of you to be at your absolute best while on the job. That means no slacking, no goofing around, no stupid mistakes, and if the situation demands it, no witnesses.

Julia: Last one shouldn't be a problem.

SMG3: Now, let's get you all stationed. Noah. You're in charge of the Café. Make sure you know how the machine works before you serve anything.

Noah: I won't let you down, boss!

He hops behind the barista's table and gets to work figuring out how the brewing machine works.

SMG3: Vale. You'll be the bartender for the Graveyard Shift. You have any trouble finding orders, there's a list of recipes under the counter.

Vale just shrugs as she heads for the bar. She couldn't seem to care less if she tried.

SMG3: That leaves you in charge of the Devious Diner, Julia. Just write down orders and pass them over to our chefs in the kitchen.

Julia: Consider it done.

As Julia marches towards her station, SMG3 notices someone is missing. He could've sworn there was one more but can't seem to- OH. Nevermind, there's Cyn standing right behind him much to his surprise.

SMG3: Oh yeah. You. Um......... you can set the tables, I guess.

Tari and Meggy are hanging out at their table, making smalltalk as Mario is preoccupied with the new menu.

Mario: I'm torn between the Seafood Spaghetti and the Jalapeño Sausage Spaghetti.

Tari: Mario, you literally have Spaghetti every day at home. Why not try something else while you're here?

Mario: Hm....... OOOOO they have Spaghetti Pizza!

Tari: *sigh* What about you, Meggy?........... Meggy?

Meggy is currently starting at Cyn as she prances around the tables. A knock on the table gets her attention.

Tari: You alright?

Meggy: Yeah. I was just curious, is all.

Tari: Is it about the new guys?

They both turn to see Noah fidgeting with the machine to see how it works. His first cup seems okay enough as he gives it a test sip....... and it immediately explodes. As it turns out, he had just produced something akin to Omolon's signature fluid munitions, only much more volatile.

Noah: Alright, I guess that button is a no-go.

Meggy: You could say that. It isn't every day you see someone with such extensive augments.......... especially if one of them is a kid.

Tari: I wouldn't really look into that too much. Stuff like that is usually a personal thing. Maybe if we give them some time they- GAH!

There's Cyn again, right next to the table. She innocently tilts her head as she unblinkingly stares at Tari.

Tari: Um........ hi.

A ring of the bell signals a new arrival as a familiar looking Australian takes a look around.

Rufus: Hm. A lot bigger than I thought.

Noah: Oh, hello sir! Welcome to Three's Lustrous Lair. Can I get you something?

Rufus: Just taking a gander at the moment.

Noah: Oh by all means, take your time. I'll um...... I'll be here if you need anything.

He gives a big smile as he goes back to figuring out how the machine works. He turns to leave when he notices some familiar faces at a nearby table.

Rufus: Well, fancy seeing you lads again.

Meggy: Hey, Rufus! Long time no see.

Tari scooches aside to let Rufus take a seat.

Rufus: So, what have you been up to?

Meggy: Just the usual. Fighting undead nightmares in search of old secrets and all that.

Rufus: Is that so. Find any good loot?

Tari: There were some things of value, but most of it went to SMG3's collection. Though I've also learned a new truck.

She snaps her fingers and a small ball of flame appears in her palm. Rufus was taken aback a bit before she extingwished it with a clench of her fist.

Mario: Mario even made a new friend in the sewer! His name is Jonsey, and he loves tacos. There was also this crab guy with these big swords.

Tari: He's talking about that Fallen Captain who helped us. He was actually pretty nice.

Rufus: Wait........ a Fallen?

Tari: Yeah. We ran across him at Bricktown.

Rufus: Hm.............

Meggy: Don't worry, he's not like the other Fallen we've come across. He's actually really good with kids.

Rufus: I'll take you for it, but........

He took a brief look around them. His voice was almost a whisper.

Rufus: Have you heard the rumors, by any chance?

Over at the Devious Diner kitchen, Melony is busy kneading some dough while Kaizo is dicing up a tenderloin into a fine mincemeat. With some diced veggies here, some crushed garlic there, and a few cracks of black pepper, the meat filling is ready just in time for Melony to stuff it in the dough and pop it in the oven. Melony wipes the sweat from her brow and goes to wash her hands when she notices Julia watching from the window.

Julia: I must say, your friend over there sure knows his way around a blade.

Melony: You think that's neat, you should see him with some drumsticks. Or a scythe. Depends on his mood.

Kaizo just gives a quick wave before he goes back to carving up the large pig he has on the table. Julia could sense something in the way Melony looks at him, the way her face always seemed to lighten up whenever they locked eyes. Telltale signs of a strong bond.

Julia: So....... are you two-?

Her inquiry is interrupted by a ring of the bell at the counter. She wasn't expecting to turn around and see a tall purple rabbit eyeing her with a wide s*** eating grin.

Jax: So you must be the new girl. I gotta say you look FABULOUS in that blouse. Really compliments that glare of someone contemplating murder you got going on.

Ten seconds in and he's already getting under her skin. That's gotta be a new record.

Julia: Hello, sir. May I take your order?

Jax: Straight to the point, huh? I like that. I'll take a double triple bossy deluxe on a raft. Four by four animal style. Extra shingles with a shimmy and a squeeze. Light axle grease. Make it cry, burn it, and let it swim. Got it memorized, sweetie?

If that murderous glare wasn't apparent before, it's most DEFINITELY apparent now. Not that Jax minds, though. Over at the Graveyard Shift, Vale is reading up on various cocktail recipes when she sees the new manager takes a seat at the counter.

Martha: How you doing, sweetie?

Vale just gives another shrug. It's been her default answer all day. Martha can't really blame her, considering how she and her siblings are usually a lot more "active." A a calm little gig like this feels almost paradoxical to her nature.

Martha: I know you're more used to the city life, but I think spending some time out here will do you some good. Plenty of fresh and open air to stretch your legs, and it's a welcome respite from having to deal with the authorities.

There's still no real response from Vale apart from a somber look.

Martha: You also seem to be doing much better than the others.

Martha looks over to the others. Noah has finally figured out how to produce a proper expresso after making more of those liquid munitions and what appears to be a cup of multicolored florescent light. Meanwhile, Jax is still bombarding Julia with pet names and cheesy jokes. It's a miracle she hasn't killed him yet. All of this is while Cyn is still standing by Tari's group as they begin speaking in hushed whispers. She remains fixated despite not having a clue about what's going on. That's when Vale feels a gentle hand cover her own.

Martha: Just give it some time. I'm sure you'll find at least something to like about this place.

The impact of a colossal SMACK can be heard across the building as Jax is sent flying straight out the window. He should count himself lucky for his rubbery composure. Julia retracts a smoking fist before dusting off her blouse. Martha just chuckles.

Martha: Just be sure to behave yourself, okay?

Martha gives Vale a comforting smile. Vale begins to loosen up a bit for the first time since she got here.

Vale: I'll do my best, ma'am.

Martha gives her a soft pinch on the cheek with a warm smile.

Martha: That's my girl.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1131: God of War's Birthday Blowout (King of Fighters)

8:45 p.m. at Blanctorche Family's Mansion's Dining Room........

Shen: (Looks Down at a Plate of Mini Seafood Like Patty Cakes Before Picking One Up For Closer Observation) So this is what a crab cake looks like, huh?

Ash: (Smiles Brightly) Oui!~ Freshly made just for the Birthday Boy himself.

Duo: We've managed to order a couple of crabs on the way here. Most of which held from Shanghai.

Elizabeth: (Crosses her Arms) And I've spent four and a half hours in the kitchen, making extra sure that each of them look and taste eligible enough to eat, so you better not leave a single patty left on either of those plates before the night ends.

Shen: (Shrugs) Hey, if it means I don't have to pay for anything in return, then I ain't complaining. (Takes a Bite off the Crab Cake He's Holding And Tastes It For a Few Seconds Before Nodding) Mm. Well, I'll be damned. (Finishes off the Crab Cake) This ain't half bad. (Starts Eating a Few More Crab Cakes From Out the Plate Before Turning to Elisabeth) You really outdone yourself here, Liz.

Elizabeth: (Simply Nodded) Naturally. Now, stop talking with your mouth full. It's a sign of bad manners.

Shen: There's no one else in here but the four of us, Liz. (Swallows his Food Down With One Gulp) Live a little for once.

Elisabeth: (Glares at Shen) Absolutely not! As long as you are under MY root, you will obey every rule I present to you.

Ash: I'd listen to Betty if I were you. Last time someone disobey a rule of hers, he received thirty whiplashes across the face before getting kicked out.

Elisabeth: (Rolls her Eyes) The riding crop doesn't have a lashe, Ash, and even then, I don't use it for childish antics.

Ash: (Casually Place Both his Hands Behind his Back) Our childhood says otherwise.

Elisabeth: (Gives Ash a Stern Sisterly Glare) That's was and will forever in the past! This is the present and right now, I advise you to take your role as the-

Ash: (Starts Rolling his Eyes) "Heir of the Blanctorche Family's Bloodline more seriously" yes, yes, I'm fully aware of that song and dance many times before. And I am willing to do so riiiiiiight after we celebrate the birth of our dear friend here. (Sits Next to Shen While Poking his Cheeks) How does it feel to be an old man now, Shenny?~

Shen: (Glares at Ash While Slapping his Finger Away From his Cheeks) Will you cut that shit out already? Being thirty isn't that old of an age!

Duo: But isn't as young of an age either. It's more in between if anything.

Ash: (Shrugs) Perhaps. (Forms a Sly, Shit Eating Grin on his Face) But just you wait. One of these days, those bones of yours are gonna give up on you and you'll be old enough to use a cane to walk with.

Shen: (Glares at Ash) Why use it for that, when I can knock your ass out with it instead?

Elisabeth: (Steps in Front of Ash While Giving Shen a Darken Glare on her Face) Hurt him and I will end you myself.

Ash: (Blows a Raspberry at Shen)

Shen: (Let's Out a Laugh) Hoho! Are those fighting words I'm hearing coming out your mouth there, Liz? (Starts Cracking his Knuckles While Givung Elisabeth a Competitive Smirk on his Face) Cause I'm more than happy to oblige to your request.

Elisabeth: And I'm more than happy to put you and foolish in your place. And my name is Elisabeth!

Duo: (Akready Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face) This is getting ridiculous. We're supposed to be enjoying ourselves this evening.

Ash: (Makes his Way to Duo Lon's Side) Duo Lon is right. (Starts Pouting at the Duo) Shame on you two for ruin our night tomorrow over your petty arguments~

Shen/Elisabeth: (Growls and Comically Glares at Ah Crimson) YOU'RE THE ONE WHO STARTED THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE, YOU TWERP!

Ash: Well, you two are more than welcome to play the blame game all you want. In the meantime, I'm going continue joining the party. (Picks the Crab Cake Up From the Plate and Takes a Bite off of It)

Duo: ('Sigh') Anywho, Shen, is there anything in particular you want to wish for on your birthday this year?

Shen: (Starts Grabbing his Chin While Thinking) Uhhh.......I dunno. Keep living and fight stronger opponents I guess?

Elisabeth: That's more one wish, you imbecile.

Shen: Well, those are the two I can think of right now, so take or leave it!

Duo: For my own sanity and patience, I'll take it as it is. (Raise his Glass Up) Here's hoping you continue to live your fruitful life for many years to come.

Shen: Wait, before we cheers to that, I wanna make a speech first.

Duo: Floor is yours then.

Shen: Thanks. Sooooo uhhh.....(Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) Truth be told, for as long as I can remember, I don't have any close friends growing up. Or any friends for the matter.

Ash: Friendless you say?

Elisabeth: That's not surprising.

Shen: (Comically Glares at the Duo) Shut it! (Clears his Throat Before Continuing Speaking) As what I was saying, I didn't have friends growing up, so having you guys as one after all these years later, is....kinda like a breath of fresh to me? I mean, don't get me wrong. You guys get on my nerves constantly, 'cept you, Duo Lon, you're the most tolerable of the bunch.

Duo: (Forms a Small Smirk on his Face) Naturally.

Shen: But regardless of all that, I'm glad to have you dorks as my pals. (Smiles Brightly) It makes life less dull around here than usual, ya know? And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Elisabeth: (Genuinely Surprised by the Speech) Wow. That's.....actually really thoughtful of you to say, Shen.

Ash: (Gives Shen a Hug) You really are the biggest softie ever~

Shen: (Casually Moves Ash Off of Him By Touching his Forehead) Watch it, half pint. Nothing about be is soft. I'm just saying it like it is.

Duo: And I applaud you for it. Now only if you try staying out of trouble this time around.

Elisabeth: Impossible.

Ash: He'll probably get himself in a bar fight in the next day or so.

Shen: (Comically Glares at The Duo Again) Have a little more faith in me than that, assholes!!

Duo: My faith in you below 50%.

Shen: (Turns to Duo) No one ask for percentages, smart ass!!

Elisabeth: Mines a ten.

Ash: Negative five~

Shen: STOP IT! ('Groans in Defeat') Whatever. Let's just cheers to our drinks before I get pissed all night (Holds Up Hos Along With the Others) To me being thirty.

Everyone: Cheers!

Happy Late Birthday to Shen Woo

@tampire

@thelexhex

@albion-93

@theweebmaster31

@cyber-wildcat

[mrsmiagreer]

WOLF BOIS AND MATES AS HAIRSPRAY SONGS

David

When David first met Angel, it wasn’t a super romantic thing. But as he got to know them, every little thing they did made his stomach erupt in butterflies and put a blush on his face. He began staring at them lovingly and sending them cute messages throughout the day, telling them that he misses them, and taking them on random “Just because” dates. When he found himself in a Jewelry store looking for the perfect ring to propose with, he laughed at himself, wondering when he became so lovesick.

Asher

This song has Asher written all over it. Christopher Walken makes it obvisous that he doesn’t care how old his partner gets, and that he thinks they’re still the best thing ever. Asher will be in Love with Baaabe no matter how old they get or what they go through, and he’ll make it fun

Milo

Milo Greer the Man of the Hour. We all know Milo is super charismatic, his charm is beyond everyone who’s crossed paths with it. He doesn’t throw himself at just anyone though. His personality is generally flirty, but him and Sweetheart both know that THEE Milo Greer is an offer you can’t give up

Darlin

Reputation. Darlin is infamous for being rough and reckless. They’re not ashamed though, they have no shame in their game, and when people ask what they’ve done, they run down the list of what they’d call accomplishments. And there’s no question that they’re also really hot so not only do they have a story to tell, but looks to keep up with it

Angel

If you know the song, it’s pretty self explanatory. Angel is super corny and cute, as we know. Their whole life is a musical in their head. When they met David, they saw potential in a future with him. Now that they’re 4 years down the line and engaged, this song describes their love for him in every way

Baaabe

Absolutely was “The New Girl in Town”. Baaabe is just that bitch. Simple. Perfect in every way and definitely has all kinds of people falling for them left and right. Makes people jealous and upset by just being themself. When they met Asher, they immediately liked him, he didn’t treat them like an object or competition for once, and it was refreshing.

Sweetheart

Determination is Sweetheart’s middle name. They’re a detective, they’ll find a way to do anything. You just can’t stop them. Especially when it comes to their love for Milo. They’ll always make time for him, and would hate to live without him. The past 6 years have been so wonderful with Milo and their life no longer feels right without him

Sam

Ohhhh Mr. Collins. He’s been a vampire for a little while now. And knowing him, he probably spent a good majority of it alone in his house, only ever going outside to put gas in his car, pick up blood, or meet with Vincent or William. He’s older than his friends and his mate and he just generally feels real old compared to everyone else. But with the help of his peers, he’s getting into modern stuff that might make him feel younger. Sometimes you gotta get him out of his comfort zone🤷🏽‍♀️

[agapintheskin]

Best boy! You’re doing the absolute most with these photo book scans, thank you! 🦀🦀🫂🫂

You're welcome, crab-san ❤️🙏

[paramouradrift]

You're safe now

@febuwhump

Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender, Pairing: Zukka Modern AU in which Zuko is the captain of the fencing team.

This fic has reached a secure location on AO3 here.

That's it! This is the end of this story.

“Are you ready for this?” Zuko asked, taking Sokka’s hand and squeezing it. “Yeah,” Sokka said, letting out a huge breath. “Yeah. Let’s go.” They walked outside to the airport pickup zone, where his dad was already chatting with Aang and Katara. His blue pickup truck was waiting, and his step-dad Bato waved to them. Behind the truck was a blue minivan, out of which leaned two of Sokka’s more obnoxious cousins. “Hey, there he is! Mr Swordmaster himself!” one of them called. “Watch out, or he’ll poke you to death!” the other added. Sokka heaved a pre-exhausted sigh. “Zuko, may I present my worst family members,” he said. “Dad you already know, and that guy over there is Bato.” His cousins cracked another few jokes until they were inundated with sprays of water. Aang and Katara, armed with super soakers, fell on them, cackling with unbridled malice. The screams and curses of his cousins were muted by the windows being rolled up, and many an impotent rude gesture was exchanged. Sokka bent over double laughing, leaning hard into Zuko to keep himself from falling down. “Welcome to the family, Zuko,” his dad said, walking up with open arms. “They’re a rowdy bunch, but they’re alright once you get to know them.” “I see,” Zuko said, accepting the offer of a hug. Sokka straightened back up. “Hey, where’s my hug?” he asked indignantly. “Right here!” his dad said, pulling him into a headlock and giving him a noogie. “Ack! Dad! My hair!” he cried. “This is what you get, boy,” his dad said, releasing him. “Gran-gran’s furious, you know.” “Oh god, why?” Sokka whined. He knew why, but he didn’t know why why, and Gran-gran’s fury was always to be assiduously avoided. “Because somebody didn’t tell her we had someone with a shellfish allergy coming to visit,” his dad said, giving Sokka a significant look. Sokka groaned. “Zuko wouldn’t have accidentally eaten a crab, dad,” he said. “Still, it would’ve been a problem if he’d had an allergic reaction,” his dad said reprovingly. “She’s at the supermarket now, so you’d better help her make dinner tonight.” “Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Sokka said. “Come on, Zuko.” They sat in the back of the truck, alone for the moment while his dad and Bato packed their suitcases into the bed. Sokka fidgeted uncomfortably. “I didn’t know you were allergic to shellfish,” he said. “It never came up,” Zuko replied with a shrug. “I told your dad because Katara mentioned you guys liked to do crab cookouts sometimes.” “Ugh, I’m so bad at this,” Sokka groaned, dragging his hands down his face. Zuko smiled, nuzzling his temple before planting a lovely kiss there. “It’s okay,” Zuko said. “I can take care of myself.” “Hey, Sokka!” Aang shouted, throwing open the front passenger door. “Hey, Zuko! So Katara’s dad lent Katara and me these huge water guns, did you see?” “Yes, we saw,” Zuko said. “You absolutely destroyed Toklo and Nan,” Sokka said, chuckling. “Ah! Hilarious.” “We’ve been deputized, you see,” Aang explained. “If any of your cousins start giving you shit, we’re authorized to attack with full force. Don’t you worry about this trip, buddy. You’re in good hands!” To demonstrate, Aang attempted to spin his super soaker like it was a Smith & Wessen cowboy revolver. He ended up spraying himself in the face and dropping it. Katara ran up and double-tapped him while he was down. “See?” Zuko said, pointing at their idiot friends. “You’re safe now.” “My heroes,” Sokka said, wiping a tear from his eye. He’d probably die of laughter before Gran-gran could kill him during dinner prep, but at least he’d die in Zuko’s arms. He wouldn’t have it any other way.