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swiftieblyth · 2 months

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Blyth Family: Big Announcement

warnings- fluff, pregnancy, worried Tom, soft!Tom, mentions of being sick

You were sitting on the plane on your way to California for the Tangled premiere desperately trying not to throw up.

“You okay, love?” Tom asked, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into his side.

“I’m trying not to throw up.” You slurred, resting your head on his chest.

“I know.” He replied kissing your head. “What would make it better? Do you want tea, or should you take a nap? Is there anything I can do?”

“Just hold me.” You groaned, as Lady climbed into your lap, making you smile a bit. “Hi, Princess,” you smiled, scooping her up and putting her on your chest cuddling her.

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I love my sweet little Lady! Thank you for always making Mama fell so much better when she’s sick! I love me sweet girl so much, and so glad she loves her mama! 💕💕💕 We all love you my little lovebug! Thank you for making us feel so much better!

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tomblyth_ I love my girls and my family so much!!! I’m so glad our little Lady makes you feel so much better when she’s with you!!! I love that she makes both of you feel better!!!! 💕💕💕

↪️ y/nblyth_ thank you darling! We both love you 💕💕💕💕💕

↪️y/nTom_ Ummmmmm……. Am I the only one thinking they’re up to something??? The way she said Us and when she’s sick, and we both, and the way Tom said you both and my family?????????

↪️theblythsfan_ Um, is she pregnant????? Are they going to have a kid???? That last photo? I’m not going to mean this in a rude why because I love her so much and that won’t change, but she has gained a little bit of weight, which could be a little baby bump!!!!!!!

rachelzegler_ Look at that pretty Mama 😍

↪️y/nblyth_ thx bea!!!!!

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“Are you sure about this?” Tom asked, as the car came to a stop outside of the carpet. “It’s not too late, we can tell them to take us home.”

“No,” you breathed, holding his hand. “We need to do this.”

“We don’t have to tell anyone. And we can leave early if you need or even want to. Or we can leave before that one scene-“

“Tom,” you smiled, putting your free hand on Tom’s cheek, cutting him off. “I’ll be fine. I think you’re more nervous than I am, and I’m the one who’s growing a child in me.” You laughed.

“I know,” he chuckled a bit, putting a hand on your tiny barely visible bump. “I’m just worried about you. Both of you.”

“I know. Thank you. But I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”

“I just don’t want you to over do it.”

“I wont, and I’ll let you know if I need anything, you know that.”

“I know. But you know how reporters work, they’re terrifying sometimes.”

“I know, but I’ll have you. You’ll keep both of us safe.”

“I know. You ready?”

“Are you?” You asked, brushing some hair out of his face.

“Yeah,” he breathed kissing your head. “I’m ready.” You went to move but Tom stopped you. “Hold on.” He leaned down and kissed your stomach making you smile. “Mummy and I love you baby.”

He looked up and saw you trying not to cry. “I love you!” You breathed, hugging him.

“I love you to darling,” Tom smiled kissing your head.

💜💜💜

You and Tom were about to carpet and you know that you’re going to have to do it soon. Especially since you hinted at it in your last post, you were just waiting for the right time.

“Y/N!” A reporter called catching your attention. “There’s been a lot of talk about your last Instagram post.” You looked up at Tom as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you to his chest. “A lot of people are wondering if you are pregnant, do you or Tom have anything you want to say to that?”

“Well, I mean we have seen some of the comments, you started, smiling up at Tom who smirked.

“Size of a blueberry,” he explained, making you smile.

“I’m sorry?” The reporter asked.

“Baby Blyth is the size of a blueberry,” you smiled, holding your hands to your stomach on top of Tom’s.

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gennyanydots · 11 months

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This is an official distress call, over

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f! Reader

Part of the Spitfire Universe. Can be read as a stand-alone but best enjoyed if you have some background.

Summary: Unca Wooster is having such a great day, especially since his favorite nephew is having an extended sleepover at his house. His girlfriend is even calling him in the middle of the day which she hardly ever does! Such a great day…… oh no.

Bradley was having such a great day.

He made pancakes for breakfast.

He got Eli to school on time.

He got to see his girlfriend for a minute or two at drop off.

He made it to work on time.

He got to fly.

Just such a great day. He’s been loving all of the extra Unca Wooster time he’s been getting in. Jake and his wife wanted to go away for an extended weekend for their anniversary and Bradley was first in line to watch his favorite nephew. He might have thrown some elbows to beat out Coyote but nobody needs to know that. (He’s not sorry)

Penny, Mav, and Amelia have Ellie for the weekend. Mav made sure to pull Bradley aside and let him know that if he needed help with Eli to just let them know.

Pshaw! Why would he need help with Eli? He’s the best kid ever! Bradley still wonders how Hangman could have made such a great kid. Must have been all his wife’s genes because he definitely doesn’t see Jake in the kiddo at all.

Bradley was on his lunch break when he noticed his phone vibrating in his pocket.

A surprise call from his girlfriend! See?! Best day ever!

“Hey baby, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He says as he answers his phone.

“Bradley, what the f word did you do?!?!” His girlfriend scream-whispers to him on the phone.

Huh. He wasn’t expecting that at all. What could he have done? He’s been having the best day ever so clearly it had to be nothing.

“Ummmmmm nothing? What are you talking about? What’s wrong, honey?”

He hears you sigh, “What did you watch last night with Eli?” He can hear some sort of commotion where you are but can’t quite make heads or tails of it. Probably in your classroom, which you shouldn’t be, you should be on your lunch break right now.

Bradley thinks back, they watched a lot of stuff, “Umm Paw Patrol, we watched some Bluey, threw in some Wild Kratts for educational purposes, and then I think Jaws was on when he was falling asleep. I put him to bed once it was over.”

“You let a baby watch Jaws?!?!” You scream-whisper at him again.

“Hey! He’s not a baby! He’s a big boy. He barely watched it. He fell asleep after like 20 minutes.”

“I’m gonna beat your a word. I really am. Is Phoenix there? Let me talk to her.”

“Why the violence, honey? I’m sure he’s fine,” Bradley assumes.

“Oh my sweet naive and dumb boyfriend. You think he’s okay? That’s cute. That’s really cute. Super cute. He’s definitely not clinging to me right now sobbing and telling me he’s never going in the ocean again because he’s going to get ‘eated by the scary gray shark in the water.’ and he definitely isn’t refusing to lay down because what if a shark gets him in his sleep,” you say exasperatedly.

Ohh. Fuck. Shit.

“I shouldn’t have let him watch Jaws,” Bradley said as he hung his head.

“Ya think?! Oh my God. I can’t believe you let him watch that. You’re never getting him to sleep tonight. It was a miracle the rest of the class went down for naps because when one overtired kid cries then they all cry. And they were all asking me why Eli won’t go in the ocean anymore and why sharks are scary.”

Bradley winces. Maybe he could wear him out a little when he picks him up. Let him play for hours at the playground.

He hears his girlfriend sigh then hears a kissing noise that he assumes went onto his nephew’s head. Poor little guy.

“Before you even ask I already told him I would come over and help protect him. He’s clung to me all morning and if his parents aren’t home and it’s just you then he clearly needs a responsible adult.”

“Hey now, I’m a responsible adult,” Bradley grumbles.

“But are you? Because you let him watch Jaws and I don’t think you’re allowed to be in charge of the tv anymore,” you say. He can hear you mumbling something to Eli.

“That’s….. fair. That’s a fair choice. You are in charge of the tv.”

“Okay I gotta go. I’ll see you in a bit. I’m gonna google some shark week stuff that shows sharks NOT eating people to help this little boy out.”

“Okay I’ll see you in a bit. Bye honey. Tell Eli I love him and that I would never let anything happen to him,” Bradley said with a sigh.

“You got it. Bye Bradley,” you say before the call disconnects.

Bradley runs a hand down his face.

“Why so glum?” A voice asks, walking up from behind him.

“I did something stupid,” Bradley explains while he turns to look at Phoenix.

Phoenix laughs, “What else is new? So what’d you do?”

“I traumatized Eli.”

Phoenix smacks Bradley’s arm, “Why the hell would you do that?! That poor sweet boy!”

Bradley pulls his arm closer to him then rubs it, “Ow! Don’t hit me!”

Phoenix leers at Bradley, “Don’t do stupid things. What. Did. You. Do?”

Bradley sighs, “I let Eli watch a little bit of Jaws last night and now he’s terrified of the ocean and won’t nap because he’s scared a shark is going to get him in his sleep. Don’t worry, I already got yelled at over it.”

Phoenix gasps, “You should lose custody. Like immediately. No more Eli for you.”

“My girlfriend said she’s coming over tonight because Eli needs a responsible adult,” Bradley explains.

Phoenix laughs, “Only you would get yelled at and then essentially grounded by your girlfriend.”

“Jake’s wife grounds us all, all the time.”

Phoenix shakes her head and points at Bradley, “No, she grounds you all. She’s never grounded me. I don’t do stupid stuff like this.”

Bradley grumbles.

“Well let me know if your girlfriend can’t stay the whole weekend and Eli needs a different responsible adult. I’m happy to help,” Phoenix smirks at Bradley.

“I got him. I won’t do something like this again. Promise.”

“Suuuuuure ya do,” Phoenix says as she shakes her head at Bradley.

When Bradley went to pick Eli up that afternoon Eli raced into Bradley’s arms, scrambling to get picked up.

“Woah buddy! Slow down! I got ya,” Bradley says as he scoops Eli up to gently set him on his hip.

“I can’t be down, Unca Wooster, I can’t!” Eli said as he hid his face against Bradley’s chest.

It was then that it hit Bradley just how bad he messed up. Poor kiddo. He felt so bad.

He watched as you walked over to the two of them holding Eli’s backpack, “He can’t be down, Unca Wooster, he can’t.” You shook your head as you handed Bradley Eli’s backpack.

Bradley holds Eli close as he leans to speak to you, “I’m gonna fix this.”

You shake your head, “No, I AM going to fix this. Don’t worry. I got a plan. You’re taking us to the aquarium tomorrow by the way. I’ll see you in a bit.” You wink at Bradley as you walk back towards the rest of your students.

Bradley sure hopes you have a plan because he sure as hell doesn’t.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x female reader #rooster x f!reader #spitfire universe

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isogenderskitty · 28 days

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so ummmmmm starkid innit was amazing. life changing. life affirming. everything. the moment. life defining. i don’t know it’s just. yeah. wow. WOW!!!! i’m definitely going to have zero voice tomorrow and maybe for the next week but that’s fine

#starkid innit #iski #it’s starkid innit?

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dsm--v · 5 days

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how do u get a gf..im so desperate rn ☹️

well personally i just called sprout pretty too many times til she was like okay fine lets be girlfriends. also ummmmmm. we were best friends before so that might help.

i have no idea how to flirt though i just say everything that comes to mind. sprout seems to like that though so i’m good there.

#she called me yesterday and was talking about papas pizzeria for like an hour #sprout tag #maci posting

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jades-typurriter · 9 months

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Thorn's Hoop-Hole Loophole

CW: Transformation, Accidental Suiting

“Sophomores and seniors,” hollered a short, pink-and-white cat in a witch’s hat about two sizes too big for his body, projecting his voice all the way to the back row like the ringleader of a circus. “Red wizards and blue wizards too, students and sages of ALL kinds of ages… Welcome!” he chirped, undercutting the booming introduction he had built up for himself—not that his voice was all that imposing, anyway.

“I’m sure some of you recognize me from class. I see a few familiar faces! For those of you who recognize me from, well, from an incident with some transmutation magic a few months back, boy, do I have a treat for you today! We’re gonna do something like that again!”

A few of the spectators tensed in their chairs; one or two jumped straight out and started heading for the doors of the auditorium.

“I’m not gonna do the SAME trick! I promise! The folks in the office wouldn’t have let me into the talent show to begin with if I’d pitched that to them, ahaha.” Most of the anxious members of the audience relaxed, though one of them was still waiting near the exit, just in case. “Anyway, that’ll be the real trick! We’re all magicians here, so casting any old spell wouldn’t be all that impressive—illusions are first-year stuff, too! Instead, you’re all going to watch the Hoodini of Academic Holds do the one thing he’s been banned from doing!” He paused for a moment, scratching his head with one pink paw. “Well, not the one thing, but who’s counting?”

“We’re gonna need a volunteer, by the way. How abooouuut, ummmmmm…” He looked out over the crowd. A few people (especially the ones who had been on edge earlier) avoided making eye contact; even fewer raised their hands. He settled on someone sitting a few rows away from the front: a timid-looking, periwinkle sea serpent with a pair big, round, pupilless eyes above an equally-round snout. “You! You’ll do just fine! Why don’t you come up here?”

The dragon’s fins stood on end, ver eyelashes fluttering as vee blinked in surprise.

“Oh! Um,” vee considered, shifting around in ver chair. “Sure, I could come onstage.” Vee rose and shuffled sideways past ver seatmates’ legs to the aisle. As vee ambled up to Thorn, vee held ver claws up in front of ver in a way that reminded Thorn of a friend of his. Not quite as anxious of a gesture, but then, she’d gotten better about that recently. Well enough that she’d be joining him onstage as well, as it happened!

The cat took a dramatic bow to greet ver when vee climbed the steps to the stage, waving a paw in the air behind himself with a flair and a flick. In his grasp appeared a large hoop with a little puff of smoke. He let it go, sending it rolling along his arm, past his still-lowered head, and down the other arm onto the stage; it rolled around and around the dragon on its edge, finally tipping over onto its side and spinning to a stop right before ver feet.

“Why don’t you step into the ring for me, oh brave volunteer?” He beckoned, having slipped right back into his showman’s voice. The dragon obliged, looking uncertainly at Thorn.

“You’re gonna have to get that tail in there,” he nudged ver, pointing down at the floor outside the hoop. Once vee had gathered it up around ver feet, snugly coiled within the confines of the ring, vee looked back up at the cat; he nodded between ver and the audience, directing them to face forward. Vee gave a little wave with one of ver idly-hanging claws.

“So! What’s your name, bestie?”

“Bowsie!”

“Ahaaah, not for long it isn’t,” replied the cat, smugly. Bowsie cocked ver head to the side, and a few murmurs arose from the members of the crowd who had seen Thorn’s handiwork before. “Oh, don’t worry! It’s great to meet you! As a matter of fact, I’m gonna show these fine folk how to turn you into a friend of mine. A very specific one, in fact! Some of y’all might recognize her, too, once she joins us on stage! That’s where you’re gonna help me, Bowsie. But first, let’s get to know each other a little better, huh? What do you study?”

“Well, ah, I actually just changed my major. I realized I was very interested in fashion, so, I changed most of my classes over to that! Lots of working with unorthodox materials, enchantments for practical wear, you know.”

“Interesting! And a fantastic coincidence—I’ve got just the pattern for you to try on. I promise, she’ll be a real great fit!”

“Ah, that’s right, you said this was… transmutation magic?”

“Ahuh, yep!”

“And… you’re going to turn me into this friend of yours.”

“That’s right!”

“Oh. Goodness,” vee mumbled, hoping that the blush spreading across ver face wouldn’t be visible in the front row. Perhaps the spotlight washed it out? The idea of being somebody else for a bit just sounded… very, very fun!

“That’s where this hoop comes in!” Thorn explained, bubbly as ever. He produced his wand, seemingly from nowhere, and pointed it at the ring on the ground. “This is your round-trip ticket,” he continued as the ring beginning to vibrate and, ever so slightly, lift from the ground at the wand’s command. “We’re gonna go from the ground up, change you bit by bit! As it passes over you, it’s gonna turn you into someone you might otherwise be studying in one of your enchanting classes. Doesn’t that sound fun?” Turning and winking to the crowd, he added, “And yes, this is all one hundred percent sanctioned by the good folks running the show. I hope you all have a good time trying to puzzle that one out! But, you know what they say about magicians and secrets, and cats and bags, ‘n’ all that. So whaddaya say, Bowsie? You feel ready?”

The dragon nodded, tight-lipped. It was a little embarrassing to be so excited about something in front of a crowd this big, but vee thought vee was holding it together pretty well! Now all vee had to do was sit still and let it happen. Just like getting a shot at the apothecary! Easy as pie!

“Fantastic! Everybody, let’s give my lovely assistant a nice big round of applause, huh?” Politely, the crowd followed along, cheering to send Bowsie off like the onlookers to a ship’s maiden voyage; just like the christening of a new ship, they could only hope vee would come back in one piece.

“And awaaaaayyyyyy we go!”

As soon as the ring began to levitate around ver ankles, Bowsie could feel ver composure start to slip. They shivered with anticipation, trying to keep still enough not to give it away to any of the spectators. Already, ver feet began to feel heavier; vee lifted one foot slightly, wiggling ver toes. Strangely, the big, plushie paw didn’t leave the wooden panels of the stage—but vee could feel the swish of fabric on fabric! It was like pulling on a pair of leggings that were fresh out of the dryer, or wriggling into a warm sleeping bag on a cold night.

Vee couldn’t bring verself to look down, or ver face might’ve started burning bright enough to outshine the spotlight over ver head. Vee tried not to move too much, either, even though vee wanted more than anything to experiment a little more with ver new, minky parts, for fear that it might somehow disrupt the spell. Every little movement vee made had a little bit of resistance to it, anyway, like the parts of ver body that had been changed were squished between blocks of memory foam on all sides.

The ring continued to float higher and higher, bringing that warm, swaddled-in-blankets feeling to more and more of Bowsie’s body. At points, it seemed to get stuck on ver new shape—or maybe stuck on itself? It was hard to tell… When it reached ver thighs, it seemed almost as though ver new pillowy outside was spilling out of the hoop, like a comforter being pulled out of the bag that it came vacuum-sealed in. Vee wondered whether vee’d have difficulty fitting into certain places like this—doorframes, maybe even hallways… Vee reached down to touch some of the short fur covering ver legs, now that it was close enough to reach without having to bend over fully. It was velvety to the touch, and it gave way under ver claws the same way that a particularly soft mattress might.

As it slid over ver hips and past the base of ver tail, it unwound from around ver legs, no longer held tightly against verself for the sake of keeping it inside the hoop. Vee caught a glimpse of it at ver feet and could no longer hold still, whipping it up toward their face. It didn’t move exactly as vee directed it—it was still up in front of ver face, but much more slowly and deliberately, nothing at all like the excited vigor vee had put behind it. Maybe vee just wasn’t used to a body made of cloth and stuffing? Vee imagined that a body like that would be a bit more sluggish… It brushed against ver nose like a feather duster, though vee tried to hold it steady. Maybe it was just so floppy that it was hard to control.

Stranger still was the way that vee seemed to be higher up off the ground! No longer holding back from examining ver new body, vee saw that ver lower half was now much longer than ver upper half. It was such an odd sensation; vee could still feel ver paws squishing against the floor, could still feel ver new fabric stretching along ver legs, but vee knew they weren’t that long before. Vee thought that Thorn wasn’t allowed to do transformation magic! Even as the one having the magic done on ver, vee couldn’t figure out what else it could possibly be! The ring kept on creeping upwards, with a pillowy, striped tummy spilling out from inside it, stretching the serpent’s body out longer and longer as vee adjusted to the weight. It wasn’t that much heavier—Bowsie was a stout little dragon before—but it sat differently on ver body, was springier as vee shifted around. When it crept up to ver shoulders, it wrapped around ver arms, leaving massive, cushiony hanging at the ends of ver wrists where ver claws just were. Again, vee tried immediately to get a closer look, and again, they moved in a way that wasn’t quite how vee intended, slower, not exactly the right position.

Vee began to wonder if it was really as simple as needing to adjust to a new body, but before vee could think too deeply about it, the ring zipped the rest of the way up past ver head, leaving the button-eyed, fluffy-cheeked face of a chipper tiger girl in its wake.

“Oh my goodness!” plushie cried in a voice that didn’t belong to the dragon. For an instant, Bowsie thought vee had blurted out its thoughts in an excited outburst. There was something stilted—rehearsed—about the voice, though, and the tiger kept right on speaking without ver: “You turned me into Lyra! Incredible!”

As Thorn took another deep bow, gesturing proudly at the result of his magic, Bowsie wondered: who on earth is Lyra? That certainly hadn’t come from ver. As if on cue, ver arms began to move of their own accord. Lyra waved shyly at the audience, even curtsying as they applauded for Thorn’s trick. As far as they knew, he had finally casted a spell in public where something hadn’t gone horribly wrong, but something was definitely awry here!

“Thank you, thank you!” the cat flaunted, keeping the audience on the hook for what he planned next. “And Lyra, thank you again for showing up on such short notice!” He added, with a wink.

“It iiiis a pleasure to be here, Thorn!” She replied, a bit stiffly.

“Now, we’re almost done hoggin’ the stage, folks. All we gotta do is—” Lyra interrupted him with an eep! Beneath the zipper that ran along the front of her body, Bowsie was trying to figure out just what was going on here. The tiger’s arms wobbled as Bowsie strained vers beneath her fuzzy exterior; she felt wriggling in her stomach as the serpent struggled and felt around inside her. She glanced down at herself, then her eyes—flickering through the whole range of emotion from confusion to mortification to accusation—turned to Thorn, shooting daggers at him. For his part, his eyes zipped from her torso, to the audience, back to her, his showmanly smile straining to remain on his face.

“Ahem! All we gotta do is say thank you one more time and get outta your hair!” He said, tugging Lyra’s paw towards the wings of the stage and ushering her quickly along. Her arms wrapped around her tummy (at least as best as she could manage the gesture), trying to hide the serpent’s movements inside her. “You’ve been a wonderful crowd we hope to see you at the next talent showeverybodyhaveagoodnight!”

“Thorn!” hissed Lyra as the two (three) of them slipped into the dressing room backstage. “Would you like to explain what this is?!” She unzipped herself, allowing Bowsie’s head to pop out of her chest. Vee suddenly felt shorter again, still higher up than usual but this time because ver were being held up, and not because ver legs were suddenly longer. Vee looked out at Thorn, then craned ver neck to look up at Lyra, whose face looked just as apologetic as she glanced upside-down at ver.

“Um, hello.”

“Hi,” Thorn awkwardly replied.

“I said I’d be your assistant cause I’m trying to work through my whole thing with crowds, and you pack me in front of a packed house?”

“Not on purpose!” the catboy protested. “The ring was supposed to switch your places! Teleportation magic, remember?”

“Yeah, and instead, it just transported me around… who even is this?”

“Bowsie!” chirped Thorn, eager to change the subject.

“Bowsie,” mumbled the serpent at the same time, musing that this was one of the strangest introductions vee’d ever taken part in.

“You two know each other?” Lyra asked.

“Nope!”

“No.”

“So were you just gonna… send this person to your room? Who you’ve never met?”

“Well, the plan was to switch the two of you around again right after, right? I just picked someone who looked, uh… harmless? Polite! Just, who didn’t look like trouble, so nothing would happen in there in the thirty seconds you’d be on stage for.”

“Well, that didn’t exactly work, did it? You still haven’t answered for embarrassing me like that!” “Uh, I’m still not really sure what happened? It should’ve just been a portable portal, but…” Thorn fished around in the pockets of his puffy little shorts and pulled out a roll of parchment, unfurling and squinting at it. “Yeah… yeah… no, I think I got most of it right? Just, hang on…” As he continued to pore over his notes, Lyra pressed her paws into her own face.

“Every time, dude. It’s unbelievable.” She looked down at her little passenger and sighed. “So, um. Bowsie, right?”

“Mhm?”

“I think you heard already, but, I’m Lyra.”

“A pleasure.”

“Likewise! Um, did you at least enjoy your time on stage?”

“Oh, I’m not much of a performer…”

“Well, that makes two of us, ahaha…”

“I, uh, apologize for making it more difficult.”

“Oh! No, it’s not your fault, really! You haven’t caused any trouble in there or anything, it’s just,” she began, gently wringing her paws. “This is usually a more… intimate? Arrangement?”

“Ah,” replied the serpent, ver cheeks beginning to warm again.

“It’s just a bit embarrassing. It feels like a public display of affection, and in front of all those people, y’know…”

“Well… it was fun! You’re very comfortable.”

“Uh, thank you?” Lyra accepted the compliment rather bashfully. “You’ve been a nice… guest?” Bowsie smiled up at her, and she smiled in turn.

“I felt much taller while you were zipped up, you know. It was a bit like balancing on a wobbly chair, except the legs are a part of you? It was definitely odd to get used to, even if we didn’t have much time for it.”

“Yeah, that has something to do with the way Thorn set up my zipper and lining to begin with? I got curious and dug through some of his textbooks, and I twisted his arm about it ‘til we figured out what exactly the spell was like. The easiest way he could think of to give me an interior while keeping me the same size was to… ‘add space’, so to speak? That’s the simplest way to describe it. The flip side of it is that anything that goes in occupies the same amount of space as me, too.”

“It was fun! It really made me think he was transforming me, haha. Why, um, were people so worried about Thorn casting transformation magic, exactly?”

“You don’t want to know,” she said bluntly, averting her gaze. She rubbed her face again, as if trying to wipe the image away from her mind’s eye.

“...I see. Well, it was still exciting to think about.”

“Sorry to let you down, then. We weren’t planning on doing anything to you other than moving you around a little. I didn’t even realize what was going on until you started moving around in there, which—” she cleared her throat, trying to keep her voice from cracking. “—That was really a surprise.”

“At least you kept your composure. I thought you were speaking clearly, at least. I didn’t have to say much at all.”

“Well… thank you. I guess it wouldn’t be public speaking without a distraction, right? I’m trying to get better at it. I’ve had, ah, some bad experiences with speaking in front of a class.”

“That gets a bit easier,” vee encouraged her. “I wasn’t too happy that so many classes assigned oral presentations for their final projects, but after a couple of years of studying here, I feel I’ve improved at least enough to do it when I have to. Just keep practicing!”

“Are you a sophomore? Junior?”

“A junior. Yourself?”

“I don’t exactly study here, um, officially. But I’ve been with Thorn about a year and a half, I think? I want to call him a dependable roommate, but this sort of thing…” She cast a withering look in the cat’s direction—he flashed her a thumbs up and a reassuring smile. “...Well, it happens way too often.”

“I take it he hasn’t taken many courses on applied magic?”

“Oh, he’s tried.”

“Hey, be nice!” he called over his sheet.

“What about you, Bowsie?”

“Oh, I’m majoring in Practical Enchantments! What I’m really passionate about is designing clothes—I realized how interesting fashion was partway through my sophomore year and switched—and I want to try to push the limits of what materials can be worked with, and what they can do!”

“Ooooh!! That’s fascinating, goodness! I mean, you might be able to tell, but,” she gestured broadly up and down at herself, “That’s a field with some personal relevance, haha.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to intrude, but—”

“…Oh,” Thorn finally piped up again. “Well, okay, that’d do it.”

“What?” Lyra asked, exasperatedly.

“It’s, uh, a perfectly functional portal, but I forgot to… make it two-way?” The cat smiled sheepishly at her.

“So we’re just lucky your last mistake gave me a hollow inside.”

“Yeah, I guess so! Otherwise I might’ve gotten myself banned from a different type of spell entirely, ahaha… It, uh, it would’ve been hard to get all your stuffing clean.”

“Huh?!” The serpent squeaked, suddenly much less comfortable in the plushie’s soft interior.

“Oh, uh. Do you want out of there?” the tiger asked. Vee nodded emphatically. Lyra unzipped herself the rest of the way and held out a paw for the dragon to hold as vee hopped out of her chest, turning away from Thorn and now-intimately-familiar stranger to zip herself up. “Sorry about all this, by the way.”

“Well, it was no trouble. Luckily, I suppose,” vee added.

“Right! All’s well that ends well, right?” Thorn bombasted, moving the subject along. “Bolt dodged!”

“Yeah, and I didn’t have to scramble around to bail you out, this time,” retorted Lyra, an unimpressed look on her face.

“Oh, speaking of things I need you to do—”

“Thorn.”

“—did you happen to grab the key to my room?”

“Agghh,” she grunted, knowing where this was heading. “No!”

“Right, which is a problem, ‘cause you like to lock the door, and—”

“And you forgot it when you left?” She exclaimed. Thorn nodded, still doing kitty-cat eyes above his please-don’t-be-too-mad smile.

“I expected you to still be in there, so…”

“Unbelievable.”

“Well, hey, uh… While we wait for the housemistress to come by with a master key, we cooouuuld… watch the rest of the show?” He shrugged, putting on his best play at being disarmingly cute. Lyra was a little too used to it at this point for it to work. “How about you, Bowsie? You feel like joining us?”

“Um. Are the other acts going to go anything like this?”

“I sure hope not.”

This one was a bit of a format experiment—me and a friend (who would like to remain anonymous) were shooting for an "illustrated storybook" style here, and played around with thumbnails as a means of outlining a written story. The more I write with Lyra and Thorn the more I feel like an episodic structure would suit them well, so a series of short, fun books might be the direction I take with them. I hope you enjoyed it!! If you did, please check out my commissions sheet! This was partially driven by requests from my friend, who wanted to interact with my OCs; I'd be happy to work with you as well! =^w^=

#original writing #furry fiction #transformation #plush furry #plushsuit #fantasy #catboy #anthro cat #cat furry #writeblr #anthro tiger #tf #my writing #short story #trans author #indie author #plushsuiting #creative writing #lyra and thorn

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pjsk-writin · 2 years

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HIHI it’s 🦇 anon again!! (i req so much im sorry but ur writing always makes me happy 😭)

ummmmmm so i’m i’ve been like very silly, can you do pjsk boys with a reader who LOVES horror? like horror games specifically? maybe they play horror games together and the reader plays with a straight face the entire time. tysm!!

HEHE dw its totally fine!! and PLS I'm so bad at playing horror games but I love watching them....I hope you like this!! <3

♡ HORROR GAMES - Akito Shinonome, Toya Aoyagi, Tsukasa Tenma and Rui Kamishiro x Reader

Akito:

Akito isn't the type to play video games, but he does enjoy horror!

He just hates watching it with people around. He'd never forgive himself if he flinched or screamed and someone was around to watch him-

So, when he hears about your love for horror games, he thinks it's pretty cool!

He prefers to watch you play, knowing that he'd probably die a lot-

Much to his surprise, you were playing the entire time with a straight face. He was constantly flinching and cussing under his breath, but you kept playing

He asks how you're able to keep a straight face. You just shrug and grin at him. He is very impressed-

Toya:

Toya loves playing arcade games, but he's better with everything other than horror-

For as calm as he is, horror games always get him. His palms get too sweaty for him to play it properly-

When you tell him that you love playing horror games, he's already impressed

He will also prefer to watch you play, knowing you would probably play it better anyway-

He's even more impressed when you play with a straight face. He jumps a lot, and holds onto your arm at points, but you were serious the whole time

He cheers you on, and is just very happy to watch you play. You're one of the best lets-players that he knows-

Tsukasa:

Tsukasa does not do horror well at all-

When he was younger, he and Saki tried to watch a horror movie together. The two screamed and sobbed so much that they swore to never consume horror content again-

So, when you tell him about your love for horror games, he wants to decline your invitation to watch you play, but his pride tells him that he can't let you down like that-

As you can imagine, it goes very bad-

He's screaming and flinching and covering his face in hands, all while you play with a straight face

It gets to the point where you start laughing as you play because he's burying his face in your shoulder- It was very funny for you, but he will never do that again-

Rui:

Rui is honestly more amused by horror than anything

I've talked about it before, but he's more intrigued by the world building and how they work to make the setting believable

When you tell him about your love for horror games, he's definitely intrigued

He's probably the only one on this list who will ask if you can take turns. He may not be the gamer on his list, but he loves trying things out!

The two of you are definitely a strange pair to watch when you play. You, with a straight face, and Rui, who switches between complete silence and laughter-

The two of you make it at least a weekly occurence, it's very fun!

#pjsk x reader #project sekai x reader #akito shinonome x reader #shinonome akito x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #aoyagi toya x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #🦇 anon

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spacedykensfw2 · 5 months

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Careful, fag. Lay down and you’ll be so fucking vulnerable, easy to pin down and trap on your belly while I take my time contemplating how best to make you suffer for my own pleasure.

……. 👀 ummmmmm totally unrelated but while im primarily a side sleeper, I do occasionally sleep on my belly. Granted I’m a heavy enough sleeper someone could probably roll me over and I wouldn’t notice. Also another 100% random fun fact, my bedroom actually has a door right to my patio! I haven’t checked if that door’s locked in a while… eh, I’m sure it’s fine.

#asks #anonymous

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pxison · 1 year

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Get to Know the Mun

what’s your phone wallpaper: Ichiji looking fine AF in a suit. Will probably rotate him out soon in favor of one of the other siblings.

last song you listened to: Hey Brother - Avicii

currently reading: Fanfics do not count, and I am not currently reading anything big. I am interested in picking up horror novels and might like to look up some good recommendations.

last movie: Super Mario bros movie. I liked it more than I thought I would and absolutely adored Jack Black as Bowser.

last show: Twilight Zone as a current series. The classics have their charms.

what are you wearing right now: Basic T-shirt and shorts. Be wild if someone answered honestly with naked.

piercings/tattoos: No piercings or tattoos

glasses? contacts?: Glasses for my blind ass can’t see shit without them.

last thing you ate?: Cereal and then some snacks

favourite colour: Purple squad pull up! The deeper the better

current obsession: *Holds the skittle sibs in my arms* Ummmmmm you guys should already know.

do you have a crush right now?: Nope.

favourite fictional character: Too many and so I’m not listing them all. Currently adore the Vinsmoke fam and what I can do to the writing wise. (Except Judge because gross.)

Tagged by: @medicus-mortem

Tagging: @poneglph, @remedicine, @kickxsscook, @kaizokugaris, @goreburdened, @melodysian, @theallblue, @ikkaku-of-heart, @chatcambrioleur Went and tagged a bunch of people as well as some of those I haven’t screeched at yet. Feel free to ignore the tag tho!

#medicus-mortem #//dash games #//OOC #this was fun while I try and force a writing block out of my head

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tickling-giggles · 2 years

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Umm hii!! I like your spy x family fics it was so cute!! Can you please write another spy x family fics with lee loid, and ler damian desmond & his gang? XD (Probably since damian realised that loid is anya's father, he wanted to make fun of him) lol

Mission..failed?

A/N: heyyy anons I’m glad you enjoy my fics and I hope you are doing well too!!💖

Warning: teeny bits of potty mouth

I got some inspo based on this tiktok

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What the heck this waiter always near me when I feel weird and my face is red ‘cause of anya. I don’t care I’ll just ignore him.

Damian was tempted to actually talk to anya till he seen another boy near her “Who’s that boy near Anya?” Damian whispers to himself hiding behind the wall

Why’s this waite—Ok that’s it I’m going to find out what’s this man’s deal.

‘Ah this must be Damian wonder who that other kid is then’. Loid mentally processed as he started walking away and Damian just stared as his friends walked up to him.

“What’s wrong Lord Damian” Ewen asked. “That stupid waiter keeps creeping up on me” Damian pointed at loid the blonde waiter.

“Sooo what would you like us to do Lord Damian” Emile asked. “I’m gonna use the T-method that my father uses on me and my brother” Damian pointed up.

“Ummmmmm what’s the T-method?” They both aksed. “The tii Ahem the tEckle method” Damian lightly blushed.

“Lord Damian do you mean Tic—“

“YES! Yes that’s what I meant” Damian yelled over him. “Anyways should we get him after lunchtime lord Damian” Emile asked. “Yeah we gotta make sure we’re fully charged up” Damian smirked as he and his friends walked to their table.

“Was that papa and Damian?” Anya accidentally said outloud. “Whatcha say Anya sorry I wasn’t listening I blanked out” Becky giggled. “OH nothing!”

Their Headmaster Henderson came to get them. And told them to change into there gym clothing before heading to the gym.

So Damian and his friends changed into their gym uniform before sneaking off outside of the building.

“Where are we going Lord Damian?” Ewin asked. “We’re going to do the T method on him I always see him leaning on this wall over here” Damian pointed as they walk around to the side of the building.

Just as Damian said he was right there on his phone. “Good good everything is slowly but smoothly” loid checked off he heard some footsteps and tried opening the door to get back inside the building.

“Reveal yourself who are you and what’s your true identity or else I’ll have to use the T-method” Damian squinted his eyes. Loid assume that they were like anya into hero genre type show and this was just some little game.

‘Maybe if I play along they’ll leave me be ugh I hat doing this but it seem like the only way this is so embarrassing’.

“N-no never” loid tried to sound like a villain through his embarrassment. “Fine then, make sure you guys hold him tight”

“We sure will lord Damian” loid allowed him self to get pinned.

“This will get you to talk” Damian smirked as he began scribbling on Loid’s sides. ‘What the hell is he doing?!’

“W-whahat are yo—hou doing”

“Answer my question then I’ll consider stopping” Damian grinned clutching his fist. “N-nehever” Loid continued to play along.

“Stahahap ihit yohou shouldn’t behehe out hEhear” loid gotten out through his giggles.

“Yohou have toho do better thahan that kihid especially if yohou’re trying to gehet some intehell” loid teased. “O-oh REALLY smarty-pants hmph fine my father taught me that this spot will get ANYONE to crack up” Damian rolled his eye before cracking his knuckles and digging into his underarms.

“wahAAAHAHAT KNOHOHOCK IHIHIT OAHAHAFF”loid shrieked burst into laughter.

“You brought this onto yourself”Ewin chuckled.

“STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT RIGEHEH—OHOHOHOGAHAHAD” “it’s a secret move I’ve learned from my father hehe” Damian scoffed.

‘DAMN ITTTT this is super humiliating.’

“IHI WOHONT SUHUHURENDER AGAHA”.

“You think this is some damn game”Damian pouted furrowed his brows. “STAHAHAHAP YOH—YOHOHOU BRAHAHAT“ Is someone coming this way?” Emile asked confused and not sure. “JEHEHERK AHAHA” “Eh I got my fun out of it” Damian chuckled as he gotten off of Loid the waiter.

“Wait aren’t you Anya’s Dad?!”

“Why yohou litehetle Br—“ Loid was about to scold Damian and his friends before he seen another worker coming around the corner.

“Is everything okay sir?”

“Y-yes I’m doing just fine these kids just startled me a bit is all” loid side-eyed Damian.

“Now you kids aren’t supposed to be back here run along to the gym with the other kids” the other worker nicely told as Damian and his friends ran to the gym.

#kiara writes #tickle fic #anime tickling #love you anon #anon request #Sxfticklefic #spy x family tickle fic #spy x family tickle #lee!loid #ler!Damian #sxf tickle fic

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