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panicatthediaz · 7 months

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Runaway

Ladies and gentlemen, wolves and ghouls, it's October now! How wild is that? This is my entry for Day 1 of @eddiemonth. Fic's titled after the song prompt for the day, Runaway by Sword, that is in no real way in the fic. So, without further ado... werewolves :D

Warnings: Parent death. Not described in detail, but fairly obvious, at the very end. Wordcount: 1941

Eddie was itchy. So, so itchy.

His Ma said it was normal, and laughed a little at the face he made at that. The laughter was a lot louder when he tackled her into a hug, but she didn't stumble much, just swiftly picked him up for a quick squeeze.

He wondered if he’d be as strong as her, some day; his mother was the strongest wolf Eddie had ever met.

(He had been ten years old when he first wondered about Lauren Munson’s strength. His opinion hadn’t changed, even after everything that had happened later.)

“You two ready to go?” Wayne asked, poking his head inside the kitchen. Wayne had joined his Ma on full moon runs years ago, before Eddie even knew they were all werewolves.

To his nine-year-old self, that had been the coolest revelation. His parents had spent the last year teaching him everything he needed to know for his first shift. But neither of his parents warned him it would itch so much!

Wayne laughed when he told him that, ruffling his hair. “It does suck,” he agreed. “I think I was itchy that whole week, when I first shifted. Very restless, too”

Eddie looked up at his uncle, horrified. He thought that if he’d had to deal with this for anything more than a day, he would have gone insane.

His Ma laughed softly, shaking her head at the two of them. “You’ll get used to it in no time, Eddie,” she reassured. “Shouldn’t be itchin’ much after tonight.”

He looked at Wayne, who nodded seriously.

They were out of the door after his mom grabbed the bag of extra clothes. His dad was in the car, looking at them with a smile. He always looked a little happier during the full moon.

“I’ll see y’all in the park,” Wayne told them as he walked to his own truck.

There was no one out on the street, but Eddie still looked around carefully; he understood pretty quickly the importance of being careful after many horror stories, real and fairy tales alike.

Once he figured it was safe, Eddie ran to the car and clambered into the backseat, making his dad laugh as he stumbled slightly.

“Hey, kiddo,” he greeted, turning on his seat to face Eddie. “Feeling itchy yet?”

“So much!” he groaned, dramatically falling sideways until he was lying down. His mom entered the car at that moment. “Can’t wait to shift!”

She laughed lightly. Eddie knew she worried about how he’d fare when the full moon actually came, but he maintained that it was one of the coolest things about them all.

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Well. Eddie knew it wasn’t gonna be painless. Everyone told him that the first shift is hard. But he was already exhausted, and he’d just shifted. He still had a run to get through!

He felt a nose poking his back, heard a nearby huff of amusement, but he didn’t move, not yet. He was left alone for another few minutes as the aches in his body subsided.

Now that he was getting used to the new shape, it wasn’t so bad. He flexed a hand — paw? — and knew it wouldn’t go unnoticed. He flexed the other paw, slowly working on getting all his limbs under him so he could stand up.

It was a little weird, this difference in… everything. In a move that felt very natural, Eddie shook his entire body as he stood, feeling a little more settled.

He blinked his eyes open slowly, adjusting to his surroundings. The full moon illuminated the woods well, but there was a sharpness to everything around him that he knew for a fact he didn’t have as a human.

It was kind of cool.

The first wolf he saw was a black one, lying down a few feet away from him in the middle of bright snow. He recognized his dad almost immediately. Once Eddie managed to focus on his face, his brown eyes looked proud, and he tapped one paw on the ground, calling him over.

Eddie moved on unsteady legs, slowly trying to gain confidence. His dad nosed at him once he got close enough — checking in — and grumbled something that Eddie registered as a question.

He tilted his head, unsure how to respond. They hadn’t actually talked about what would come after the shift yet. He had time to figure it out, though; as soon as he figured out how to move around on snow without stumbling.

——

The full moons that followed were easier. He still ached and felt sore all over, but it wasn't as disorienting anymore.

The four of them had just returned from a run. Wayne had already shifted back and left to get the car, probably for Eddie’s benefit; he’d run a lot, feeling free in a way he hadn’t expected. They are in the same park, the same four wolves spending even more time together.

(Pack runs had always been his favorite way to spend the full moons, even when the pack was reduced to two people. It took a good few years for it to properly grow once more, but it was a happy, united one. Eddie couldn’t complain.)

Despite the freedom, though, tonight he was exhausted. There was something about spring that seemed to have energized him in the beginning of the evening, but whatever it was, it was long gone.

He grumbled something meaningless, moving closer to his mom. She was still in wolf form, her dark brown coat almost disappearing into the night.

Using her side as a pillow wasn’t exactly soft, but it was warm and brought him comfort anyway — it was his mom, there was no comfort like his mom’s.

She nipped at his neck, causing him to shift around trying to escape her. He leaped away from her, growling tiredly, and earning a huff for his troubles.

His mom grumbled in response, glancing at his dad a few steps away from them. Nap with him, then. His dad — pretty much invisible at the moment if he hadn’t known he was there — was always the first to fall asleep after runs, and Eddie was always the one to wake him up when Wayne arrived with the car. But he didn’t want his dad right now, and he wasn’t above whining about it, not here.

She huffed, amused, but let him rest next to her all the same, in one of the best naps he’d ever had.

——

Eddie knew a few things about being a werewolf so far.

Eddie knew he had the size of a normal, near-adult wolf; knew that the actual adults, especially his mom, were much bigger than him.

He knew that being able to run with his parents and his uncle was the best part of it all.

It hadn’t taken him long, two or three moons, to get the hang of moving and communicating as a wolf; a lot of it came naturally.

What wasn’t coming as naturally was the control needed. It had been months since he first shifted, and, so far, he’d only been able to do it during the full moon.

And he understood it was early, it hadn’t anywhere near a year, but… he wanted the practice.

So, here he was, in the middle of the woods with his uncle.

Which, in retrospect, might not have been the best idea.

“Sorry, kid, I don’t know how else to explain it.”

He groaned, flopping backwards onto the ground. “This is hard,” he drawled.

At least it was summer, so if anyone showed up, the fact that Eddie was wearing nothing but shorts wouldn’t raise too many questions.

“I think you’re stressin’ about it,” Wayne declared a moment later. “It takes time, Eddie, you gotta let your body get used to it all.”

“I know,” he mumbled, staring at the sky. The late afternoon always had the prettiest colors during the summer. “It’ll come naturally when the time is right,” he quoted, with an honest attempt at imitating his father. It got a snort of laughter out of Wayne, at least. “I just…”

He trailed off. Wayne let the silence be only for a beat before he made a questioning noise. Eddie sighed.

“I don’t know,” he grumbled and closed his eyes with a sigh. “You guys are like, cool.” He raised a hand as if to wave his comment away. “The coolest people I know!” Eddie sat up once more and shrugged, not raising his eyes to meet Wayne’s. “I just… wanna be like you guys.”

He did look up when Wayne approached him, kneeling in front of him and ruffling his hair gently. Eddie grumbled halfhearted complaints about the curls becoming messy.

“Don’t think that’s possible, Eddie,” Wayne replied just as gently. “You’re probably the best part of us all, combined. Your own cool person.”

“Yeah?” Eddie straightened, trying not to smile too wide; given the way Wayne smiled in return, he probably failed.

“Definitely,” he reached out and patted his head. “Now come on.” Wayne stood up and helped Eddie up. “Let’s get some lemonade, yeah?”

——

It wasn’t even a full moon. It wasn’t even night, yet. Eddie had just wanted to help his aunt Mara gather some plants and flowers before fall truly set in, before their runs were closer to home because they couldn’t really justify not being bothered by the cold.

It was supposed to be the first step of his favorite part of the year.

But he’d heard the heavy steps, the distant growl. He saw his mom tense, noticed the scent that didn’t belong in early fall. He froze, clutching the jasmines in his hands and breathing deeply like his dad had taught him to.

Eddie heard the soft whimper, and looked up at his Ma. Whatever she saw in his face was enough to get her moving, taking his hand and walking briskly to a denser part of the woods.

They walked until they reached an old den made by the wolves in the territory, now abandoned.

“Shift,” his mom whispered, “and get in there.”

He would’ve complained about his clothes, but there was a stranger in the territory, and aunt Mara might have been hurt; he knew not to question his mom.

He wished he could celebrate, though; this was the fastest he’d been able to shift outside of a full moon so far, but other than a faint smile from his mom, there was no acknowledgment. There was no time for one.

She walked further into the woods, leaving Eddie to burrow into the den. But he couldn't stay, refused to.

Until he hit his growth spurt, he would look like a normal wolf, which there were plenty of in the surrounding area of his mom's pack; he could sneak back into the house and get help.

He crawled out of the den, listening for any approaching sounds, but everything was distant. Even the birds seemed to have momentarily stopped singing.

And so, he ran.

A pained howl echoed throughout the woods, closer than he’d expected — halfway to the house. He turned, seeing a flash of brown-black fur to his left, just in time to see his mom hunch over and almost fall into a growing pool of blood.

She was hurt. The whimper that escaped him was drowned out by her warning howl.

It was cut short by the sound of a gun.

Eddie was running back to the house before the hunter could overcome his surprise at his presence.

He knew, in a distant way, that she was gone. And without Lauren Munson, everything was about to change.

#Stranger Things #Eddie Munson #Wayne Munson #Allen Munson #werewolf Eddie Munson #(still irked we know *nothing* about his mom but oh well)#parent death #parent death tw #Things were actually going really well for the Munsons before her death #eddiemonth #Next up: Day 5! (y'know on Oct 5)#WeresWriting

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rainbo-selfships · 22 days

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HI BO!!! you should :3 tell me about your simpsons selfinsert!!!!

HIHI AJJJJ!!! Thanks for the ask! I would love too omg I was actually working on an art piece of paw!! (And also a few fanfics). Prepare, you are in for a ride

SO BASICALLY, Bo was an anthropomorphic kitty cat who was born to a family of humans sometime in the 50s maybe. He grew up as a female cat, but when he was about 13 he realized he was happier using masculine terms to describe himself, but for a while only his family knew.

Their dream was to be a cartoonist for the Itchy and Scratchy show, but he knew he would be denied because of his identity, so he resorted to working at the Springfield Power Plant as a janitor.

That’s where he met Homer. He and Homer bonded over their shared hate for their jobs and Mr. Burns, and found that they had a few things in common personality wise.

Bo started coming over Homer’s house and he got along very well with the kids, and Marge too.

Over the months, Bo, Homer, and Marge grew closer. Sometimes Marge and Homer even let Bo third wheel their dates. Bo began to catch feelings for them, and he hated himself for it because he knew that relationships like that were greatly frowned upon at the time and they would never like him back. :[

Finally, one fateful night, about a year into their friendship, Bo decided to confess his feelings anyway so he could finally get them off his chest.

The three were sitting and looking at the stars at the park together when Bo confessed, and, much to his surprise, Homer and Marge gleefully reciprocated his feelings, and they got together. ^^

Seven and a half years later, Bo now lives with Homer and Marge, and they all love each other very much. Marge and Homer have Maggie, and they let Bo be the secret third parent for her.

Personality wise, I would say Bo is a cheerful fellow, who is also very spunky. He’s kinda like Homer in the fact that he loves to eat a lot, but he’s also kinda a softie, he cares so deeply about those around him, especially his partners and (step) children and he cries easily. He’s autistic, and he loves to do art and watch theatre! Sometimes he’ll do cat-like things, since he is a cat, like growl, purr, hiss, swat at things, and even walk on all fours if absolutely necessary.

Anyway that’s about it for now, Obviously, there’s WAYYY more depth to the whole thing than just that, but that is the baseline! I’m definitely going to write and draw about him a lot :D I also have some angst ideas for him, that I have not shared in this post but I will in fact write about in the future, as well as ideas for how he might play into certain episodes >:]

Once again, thanks for asking! See ya soon! :3

#bo’s asks #bo’s s/is #selfship lore #self insert lore #simpsons s/i #Homer Tag #Marge Tag #wow this was really long #I went off XD #well if you read all that #THANK YOUU

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genork-the-fandork · 3 months

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Queen

Word Count: 412 Prompt: Other Digi - Er, Kemonogami Featured Characters: Palmon, Biyomon, Patamon, Jijimon (á la Part 4) A/N: Say what you will about Part 4, or the game in general, but the scenes at the amusement park with these three Digimon made me laugh so hard when I first played through them. There's nothing quite like any version of the Three Stooges, even as genuine as these three. This isn't a very serious drabble at all; please take it as a bit of comedy and appreciation for probably the best comedic aspect of the game. @surviveweek

"Those humans are scary," Patamon said, a slight wheeze in its breath as it tried to recover from their retreat. "Maybe we should let Her Majesty handle them?"

"They're no match for her!" Biymon protested, lifting its wings vehemently. "We shouldn't bother her with such a trivial matter."

"We'll have to go back. We've barely begun to fight," Palmon said, a determined look on its face. "If it's for Her Majesty, we can do it!"

Patamon straightened, flexing its paws. "Then let's go chase those intruders away."

Or so they thought.

Not ten minutes later, they were catching their breath again. Those kidnappers were more powerful than they had anticipated. Once again, they were at a loss with how to take care of these intruders. Also, it was becoming embarrassing how easily they were defeated. (Never mind that they had barely used their attacks to fight the angry blond.)

"Perhaps we should tell Her Majesty about them," Biyomon warbled, its breath whistling through its beak.

Patamon sniffed. "Arukenimon sure knows how to pick strong servants."

"Her Majesty could definitely take them," Palmon said thoughtfully. "But I think we should keep fighting them back. We don't want them to find her." It nodded. "Besides, Her Majesty ordered us to eliminate any threats."

"I guess," Biyomon and Patamon mumbled. They didn't seem very convinced.

They were right.

Frankly, this was just humiliating. Patamon looked to be on the verge of tears, and Biyomon didn't seem much happier with these futile attempts to stop the kidnappers. Palmon was just angry.

"We will stop them from reaching Her Majesty. It's our solemn duty to protect her," it announced, pointing up at the castle where the queen resided. "She's counting on us!"

Somehow, that rallied Patamon and Biyomon's fighting spirits. "Yeah!"

From behind a tree, Jijimon chuckled. "Those youngsters sure have a lot of energy," it mused, stroking its beard. "But so loyal to that human child." Another chuckle left the mound of hair that made up its face. "Well, they seem to be having fun. Now what to do about those other children who have come here… Hm…"

It wandered off toward the castle, just in case the other humans landed themselves in a precarious position due to the queen's determination to remain in the park. Not that it could fault her in the slightest.

Knowing what it did about the way human children were often treated in this world, it couldn't blame her at all.

#digimon #survive week #survive week 2024 #digimon survive week #digimon survive #gen writes #digimon drabble

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nerdy-talks · 1 year

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Again, thank you so much for requesting such a wonderful idea, anon! I really hope you like what I came up with (:

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Way Of The Househusband HeadCanons

Parents!Tatsu and Miku X Confectionary!Child

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• When it comes to being supportive parents, no one could ever compete with Tatsu and Miku

• Tatsu is eager to teach you all of his recipes. I see him being a firm yet patient teacher… even more patient than usual considering you are his child.

• He also looks forward to mastering any and all new recipes you wish to learn, baking side-by-side next to you.

• Miku is more than happy to buy new baking equipment for you, always on the lookout for deals while shopping with Tatsu.

• She is even happier when you ask her to sample all of your newest desserts.

• Baking with Tatsu is a wonderful bonding experience, bringing you both closer together than ever before.

• Just expect him to take lots of photos every time you create a confectionary masterpiece (which is literally every time you bake something)

• You basically become an unofficial translator for Tatsu during trips to the grocery store.

- “Got any more of that good white stuff?”

- “Sorry! What my Dad means is that we need flour.”

- “Don’t you go forgettin’ that sweet crystal powder, (Name). Pure and uncut.”

- “And sugar.”

• The employees are forever grateful to you.

• Masa will be forced by Tatsu to become your sidekick in the kitchen whenever he visits.

• This always involves Tatsu following you both around like a shadow as he cleans up the mess you make along the way, lots of praise from an awestruck Masa when he sees your final product, and three delighted bellies as you all indulge in the sweet treats.

• Just never forget to save some for Miku later!

• You think Torajirō had a rivalry with Tatsu before? Well now it’s even worse… and involves you, too!

• But it’s not your fault that your crepes are to die for. Both Tatsu and Torajirō literally dropped to the ground in a dramatic heap the very first time they ate your crepes

• Your baking skills aren’t reserved just for human desserts, either.

• With Tatsu’s help, you learn how to create the most adorable and yummy baked goods for pets.

• This encourages Gin to always remain by your side when you’re in the kitchen, watching and waiting for you to reward him.

• One fateful day when you were out shopping with Tatsu, you ran into your father’s old boss.

• The moment you noticed the Boss’s dog pop his little head out of the doggy carrier draped over the man's shoulder, you reached into your bag and happily offered one of your homemade pet sweets to the pup.

• Now whenever Pinky sees you, he runs over to you with a waggly tail, sniffing at your bag and offering his paw to you in exchange for a scrumptious treat.

• Needless to say, Tatsu’s former boss has a major soft spot for you.

• I can picture Tatsu encountering a rival gang at some kind of baked goods sale and him just boasting about how his talented apprentice bakes the best desserts in all of Japan.

- The rival gang challenges Tatsu’s claims.

- Now imagine the look of pure shock on their faces when you appear, a mere child carrying a platter with the most delectable looking sweets.

- All of their skepticism and hostility leaves their bodies as they sample your otherworldly creation.

- You are officially dubbed a confectionery genius, your father swelling with pride as he stands next to you.

- The hostility returns once they learn this new baking protégé is Tatsu’s kid. But your nickname stays, since they cannot ignore or deny the raw talent you possess.

• As his child, you would become well known purely from accompanying Tatsu throughout all of his antics and shenanigans.

• In time, you will follow in your father’s footsteps. But instead of being “The Immortal Dragon”, you will become the feared “Immortal Baker”.

• For now though, you are just happy to bake for all of your friends and family.

• Your cakes will be the highlight of every birthday celebration, especially since you customize each cake to personally suit your loved ones.

• Miku was overjoyed when you presented her with a Policure decorated cake.

• Tatsu actually shed a tear when you created a yakuza inspired birthday cake for him, complete with little guns and knives made out of fondant, strawberry purée blood splatter, and an icing sheet decorating the top of the cake to display a replica of Tatsu’s dragon tattoo.

• No matter what happens, your parents will always remain your number one fans and biggest supporters.

• Just never tell Tatsu that your sweets are better than his. He secretly knows that himself already, but those are words that must always remain unspoken.

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This was a super cute idea, anon! I really enjoyed writing these HCs, I just hope you don't mind me adding the other characters into the mix haha ^^"

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antclan-blogs · 6 months

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MOON 36

Sunleopard’s kits are apprenticed. Mossgleam confessed their love to Daisyiris, but was rejected. Stoatstripe continues to confess his love to Berryspot, but is rejected once again.

This moon’s story under the cut!

“I hear love is in the air!” Minkpaw cooed as the apprentices trotted along the path, heading back from a group training session.

“What are you on about?” Brokenpaw asked, scrunching up his face. “Did I hit your head too hard in training or something?”

“No, mousebrain! Haven’t you heard? Mossgleam made this big confession of love to Daisyiris, and she rejected them!”

Anisepaw gasped. “Really? Mossgleam did that?!”

Minkpaw nodded with superiority, delighted that for once she knew something that her friends didn’t. “Mhm. Last night, I hear. It was talk of the camp this morning.”

“How did other cats find out? Did they do it publicly?” Wheatpaw questioned, dying to know every gritty detail.

“Obviously not, idiot! Why would you confess your love to someone in the middle of camp?” Brokenpaw scoffed.

“Well, APPARENTLY they were on patrol together. Mossgleam thought they were ahead of the other members, but they heard the whole thing.” Minkpaw explained.

“Who else was on the patrol?” Cedarpaw gaped, wide-eyed.

“Stoatstripe and Tunnelbeam.” Lotuspaw cut in. “I saw that very patrol return to camp!”

“Stoatstripe’s one to gossip. I heard he keeps pestering Berryspot.” Anisepaw chuckled.

“He’s still going with that? I thought he’d be long over that crush by now.”

“He should just give up and move on. I wouldn’t mind if he was interested in me when I become a warrior.” Wheatpaw mewed coyly, and the other apprentices let out scandalised gasps.

“WHEATPAW! He’s way older than you!” Lotuspaw yelped, looking horrified.

“I didn’t know you liked toms.” Was all Brokenpaw mewed in disbelief.

“Why’s everyone so surprised? Stoatstripe is handsome, that’s all. And he’s very nice to me.” Wheatpaw shrugged.

“Oh please! You must have had two conversations with him in your entire life!” Anisepaw scoffed as the group of apprentices approached camp.

“Well, those two conversations happened to be extremely pleasant!” Wheatpaw shot back, embarrassed. “Starclan, it’s not like I’m in love with him. You lot are so over-dramatic.”

“You’re the one who just confessed your undying love for STOATSTRIPE!” Minkpaw spluttered, and the apprentices broke into lighthearted bickering as they entered the clearing.

“You’re going to have to be faster than that if you want to be good apprentices!” Slightstar mewed as the group approached her. “Your mentors were all back here before you.”

Cedarpaw looked at the ground, embarrassed. “Sorry, Slightstar.” Every cat had been surprised when Slightstar chose herself as the shy apprentice Cedarpaw’s mentor, but the young tom himself couldn’t be happier—he had vowed to spend the rest of his training trying to be the best cat he could be.

“Oh, I’m so very sorry Slightstar, please don’t exile me!” Brokenpaw mocked Cedarpaw jokingly as they trotted back to the apprentice den. Cedarpaw chuckled and gave the larger tom a nudge.

Just as the apprentices were about to enter the den, scuffling paws made them stop in their tracks. Blocking the way were Slightstar’s three kits—Brookkit, Prairiekit and Whisperingkit.

“What do you guys want?” Minkpaw yawned. “We’re exhausted after training.”

“We want you to teach us fighting moves!” Whisperingkit mewed. Much different to her name, she was the loudest of the litter and was often seen leading her sisters as they charged around camp.

“Not now, we all want to sleep. Maybe tomorrow.” Cedarpaw told the excitable she-kits gently. “Go back to the nursery and get your energy up, ok?”

“Ok, Cedarpaw!” Brookkit agreed happily, flicking her tail and scampering away. Rolling their eyes, her sisters followed suite.

“You’re like a kit whisperer.” Brokenpaw mewed in amazement. “How did you do that?”

Cedarpaw shrugged. “You’ve got to bargain with them, I suppose. Offer them a deal that sounds just as good as whatever it is they want.”

As the apprentices entered the den, chattering about training and clan gossip, Anisepaw caught sight of Sunleopard across the clearing. Darting over to her, she skidded to a stop and greeted the deputy with a flick of her tail.

“Hi Sunleopard!” Anisepaw mewed cheerfully, hoping to impress her mother with stories of her training.

“Hi, Anisepaw. How was your training? Did you and the other apprentices work hard?” Sunleopard asked, nosing through the fresh-kill pile and eventually selecting a juicy rabbit.

“Oh yeah, it was brilliant! Brokenpaw is a bit rough in sparring, but that’s toms for you.”

Sunleopard let out a mrrow of laughter. “If he’s rough, hit him harder.” She advised. “I’m glad you’re enjoying your training. Relish your apprentice days while they last, because being a warrior isn’t nearly as easy.”

omg i love making my kitties homosexual! this app group is literally supreme and nobody can tell me otherwise

#warrior cats #clangen #antclan #clan generator #warriors

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izzybubs24 · 2 months

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Shelladillo - Modelling & Sculpting Stage - Day 3 (23/02/2024)

Today I worked on adding the claws to my third creature. I'm quite liking the shapes of the claws, however I'm now thinking the number of toes on the feet don't match the creature as well as I thought they would, and I feel it is due to what their purpose would be. Most mammals have 4 toes on the front and back legs of their body which often form their paws. However, there are some animals who only have 1, 2 or 3 toes on their feet depending on how they evolved to suit their environment and needs. So to help me decide on the best number of toes to have on each foot that would both look the most realistic, as well as convincingly fit their use for my creature, I did multiple versions to test what the best outcome would be.

I also researched the different types of feet armadillos have in comparison to other mammals to give me an insight into the best shaping for my creatures toes and claws. Here are some images I used for references. As you can see, the lengths of nails and claws vary a lot per armadillo species as well as the number of toes each one has on its front and back feet, so this research was very useful in inspiring creativity.

In this second iteration I decided to give my creature 2 large toes on each foot at the front, and 2 smaller toes on each foot at the back, instead of having all of its toes the same size. This idea made more sense as the creature is a burrowing animal so its claws on its front feet should be quite large to make it easier for it to dig up large amounts of dirt and sand at once. The back feet however are mainly for stability and have little use as all the digging is done by the creature's front feet, meaning there is no need for them to be quite as big.

I am really liking the idea of the large duo-toed feet at the front, as this not only gives the creature ease of use when digging, but the large surface area of the front feet also help give it stability when walking which is needed when having to carry a heavy shell around too. I am however still unsure with how I feel about the number of toes on the back feet, so taking the stability factor into consideration, I will do another variation with a different number of toes, as I feel 2 large toes may work for the front, but 2 small toes at the back don't feel as stable.

Here is the third variation I did for my creatures feet. For this variation I kept the dual-toed feet at the front which I was happy with but modelled my creature with 3 toes at the back instead of 2. I am a lot happier with the look of my creature now as I feel the difference in toe numbers gives the creature a sense of uniqueness, as well as a more convincing and realistic feel to it. As the feet at the back are a lot smaller than the front ones, the extra toes would make a big difference in helping to keep the creature stable when moving around.

Overall, I am really happy with how my creature is looking now its feet are pretty much finished. However, I might make some slight adjustments to them after receiving feedback from my tutors, Jon, and peers.

Time spent on day three of modelling my third creature: About 6 hours

#DE4404 experimental practice

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bunnygirlcentral · 2 years

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i know we talk a lot about Eddie with a corruption kink, but what about Steve?

warnings: perv eddie, steve and eddie have a thing for feet, talk of religion

Steve Harrington who spent so much time being the golden boy, worrying about what everyone else thought of him and now he feels like he fell from grace, and surprisingly, it’s not that bad.

But it’s lonely, sure he’s got Eddie and Robin, and Nancy on occasion, but he wants someone of his own. And then he meets you. And you’re…. well you’re just perfect. Sweet little girl who always does what she’s told, goes to mass every Sunday, gets straight A’s and graduated from Hawkins High Suma Cum Lade.

Steve falls hard, and fast. And before you know it you’re with him nearly every second of the day. You’re best friends. Except you have deeper.. more intimate feelings for him.. and it eats you up inside until you finally burst and admit

“Steve Harrington i’m in love with you”

and he kisses you and it’s your first kiss and you really feel the sparks flying.

From then on you’re his girl, his darling, his baby. And you couldn’t be happier. You don’t even mind his more.. unsavory habits. Or the fact that he’s friends with Eddie Munson, a boy your father told you to stay away from.

For three months your relationship with Steve is perfect. He makes you feel like a princess, like the most beautiful girl alive, and you want to make him feel as good as he makes you feel. You want to take your relationship to the next level, so you do some research.

You sneak into your father’s office late at night to look things up online, you timidly ask Eddie to borrow some porn magazines, which he allows you to do, but he demands for you to “pay him back” somehow and takes an odd picture of your dainty little feet in your socks and sends you in your way saying

“Man Steve’s gonna loose it over this”

And soon you’re ready for your mission.

You invite Steve over for movies at yours one night when your parents are out, and everything is lovely. While he’s distracted by Fast Times, you start running your hand over his thigh, bringing it up, up, up, until it stops at his crotch. He barely notices until you’re gently, nervously, pawing it at it, and when he does notice he whips his head to meet your gaze.

“Baby.. what’re you doin?”

“I.. I..” you stammer, and you feel yourself start to flush as you look away. “I just wanted to make you feel good” Steve coos, shifting both of you until you’re sitting in his lap and he’s holding your face in his hand “Wanted to make me feel good, ‘s that why you went to Eddie’s begging for those dirty magazines? Why you let him take pictures of your cute little feet.” Your gaze meets his, your eyes widening as you feel hot tears start to pool in your lashes.

“I.. I didn’t think..” You whimper, the tears starting to roll down your cheeks as Steve coos “Oh baby you didn’t do anything wrong, ‘s just that you’re so innocent, didn’t think you’d do something like that.” Steve tilts your chin up until your gaze meets his once more.

“You wanna make me feel good?” He asks, and you nod. His eyes brighten as his lips pull back to reveal a soft smile, and he starts to manhandle you off his lap and onto the floor, positioning you so you’re kneeling in front of him as he stands, starting to fiddle with his belt.

For a moment you’re confused, and then he shucks his pants off, and his boxers soon follow and you’re met face to… well face to head with his weepy cock.

For just a moment you marvel at it, you never thought such an intimate area could be so pretty.. but Steve’s never been in the habit of proving you right. He’s tan, and thick, and you worry about how it’ll fit inside you when you feel Steve’s hands back on your face, his hands gently prying your pretty mouth open.

“Alright babydoll, all you gotta do is keep that pretty mouth of yours open for me. kay?” He says with a smile, and you nod, doing as you’re told. When he starts to slide his cock into your waiting mouth you moan just a little, you never expected it to feel so smooth, so soft, but it does. It tastes musky in your mouth, which you don’t mind, but before you can savor it, Steve’s hips are pulling out and he’s thrusting back into your mouth gently.

“Gotta.. gotta fuck, gotta start training your throat little doll” You don’t know what he means, but you nod anyways, not wanting this moment to end. His hips stutter and he curses above you, and you look up to see his pretty face pinched in frustration. “Fuck haven’t had a blowie in forever.. don’t.. don’t wanna blow my load but dammit your mouth feels like heaven babydoll.”

You smile up at him, as best you can with your mouth filled, and he curses again, continuing his gentle pace thrusting in and out of your mouth. Unsure of what to do with your hands you bring them up to rest on his thick, hairy thighs, and you sigh softly, the vibrations making Steve curse again.

This goes on for what feels like hours, although in reality it’s probably been no less than ten minutes. Steve thrusting in and out of your mouth gently, and reminding you to breathe through your nose.

His hips start to stutter and you look up again to see him biting his lip, and he runs a hand through your hair. “Alright baby, gonna give you my load okay? try and swallow it all. fuck, fuck fuck fuck”

He whines softly and the next thing you know, a warm, sticky substance is filling your mouth and leaking past your lips. You do your best to swallow it all as Steve keeps gently thrusting, but his cum becomes frothy and more dribbles out of your mouth before he completely pulls out. Both of you panting from the activity.

“What a good girl, letting me fuck your mouth. You’re so fucking good to me.” Steve says, and you’re giggling softly. Wiping your mouth as he pulls you close. He places a soft kiss on your forehead, before getting up to slip his boxers on. When he turns back to you he’s got a wolfish grin and he strips off his shirt, climbing onto the couch with you before asking

“So when do i get to pop your cherry?”

#mdni #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #Steve harrington #Steve Harrington #steve harrington x reader smut #tw: feet stuff #tw: religion #Stevie Babie <3 #stranger things smut #steve harrington x you

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I've noticed the difference in how Hank acts around Simon too. I've always headcanon'd that Hank feels more at ease and relaxed around Simon. Simon probably reminds Hank of his childhood, and is something of a personal 'what if' for him. Simon, to him, is basically a look at what Hank could've been if he became a lazy, easygoing slacker instead of an emotionally detached scientist, and he knows he would've been happier, even if not as smart. He brings out his long repressed emotions. I think that vulnerability scares Hank on some level, but he does deeply care for him. Hank's devotion to the X-Men is, ultimately, more of a toxic one and keeps him further and further detached from humanity. Simon brings out the inherent human nature inside of him. Although Hank is probably still a bit insecure about finding him attractive, if he admitted it and pursued it, he probably wouldn't be so messed up these days. But Hank is still too stubborn and proud to admit any of it right now.

Oooh, yeah, I think that's a good point. I do think definitely Simon reminds Hank of himself a little, at least initially; while the Avengers were a good place for Hank to be, he did feel like an outcast still; everyone else had established relationships and knew each other really well, and of course aside from Vision he's the only visibly nonhuman. And the Avengers like him, but I think it's fair to say they don't do that much to make him feel as welcomed as they could have done. So when Simon comes back, and has no idea what's going on or who anyone is I think Hank is incredibly sympathetic to him but also, selfishly, is excited to build his own relationship with someone who isn't part of another half, the way Vision and Wanda or Janet and Hank or Steve and Tony were parts of a half.

And like, to be fair, he learns an awful lot about Simon in a very short period of time; Avengers #160 is like a week after he joins the team so Hank learns very shortly that Simon had an abusive situation with his elder brother, that his body has changed in a massive way that he doesn't understand and that's scary, and that he's incredibly uncertain of his own relationship to the rest of the team. There's a lot there that Hank can not only see himself in re: your body changing suddenly and rapidly and not knowing how to adapt to it, and uncertainty of your place. But also he learns very soon on that Simon's had a bit of a hard childhood and to this day we have so little information of what Simon did in his childhood that I think it's very likely he just never really had friends, so obviously Simon needs a friend and I think that, being able to play the part of the savvy, cultured friend helping Simon experience the world he was always too busy studying to look at is really good for Hank. It lets him build his own identity on the Avengers and as a result I think Simon really symbolises that era of his life, when he was happier and more carefree and didn't have to justify to himself having a good time when people were in danger.

And yes absolutely the X-Men are something regressive for Hank that really isn't healthy for him. Because it's not good when you're only a part of a team because you feel indebted to an aspect of your identity you actively resent some days, when your girlfriend breaks up with you for changing and you have to relearn everything with paws instead of hands, etc. The X-Men face so much hatred and bigotry and I think that makes Hank's sense of identity with his own mutanthood more confused, because so much of it is defined by oppression and giant genocidal robots and stuff when you're on that team, vs the Avengers where anti-mutant racism is still a thing but there's a lot of other stuff going on too.

Plus, I think a problem with it too is that a lot of X-Men, by virtue of being a minority group and being leaders of a minority group, have a "the ends justify the means" mentality. Charles will meddle in people's minds when necessary, as will Jean and Emma. Scott was very willing to do questionable acts during the Utopia era to ensure survival. Logan will kill people if it means mutants survive, etc etc. And I don't think any of those people would go as far as current era Hank has but I do think it's not a mistake that around the X-Men his own sense of morality slips. Because when you're facing genocide every two years, it makes sense that you would do anything you could to prevent it. And I think that's what happened to Hank, where he's really internalised the lesson that anything is justifyable if it ensures survival. And he's lost his own sense of what he personally will and won't do, because he's no longer an individual with the X-Men, but part of a collective and willing to do anything to perserve that collective.

Ultimately what Hank really needs is a moral compass. And Simon, who as I said was abused as a child and in turn acted abusive to Vision in the past, has a very strong understanding of what people are capable of but also knows through Eric and himself that people can choose what kind of person they are. And modern day Simon especially is very careful to choose the best option, to not allow himself to be part of a cycle of violence that took his childhood from him, and in turn I do think that's genuinely inspirational to Hank. I keep mentioning it, but Uncanny Avengers v3 #28 is still like, probably the best thing Hank's been in modern days and I'm barely joking.

Like, Hank is aware of his own flaws but he doesn't exactly like to be harshly confronted with them, which is much more what happens in Uncanny X-Men 600, and he reacts in a much more upset way rather than what happens in Uncanny Avengers.

I just feel very strongly the text of these comics really ends up being that the Avengers are in every way a better place for Hank. He's more confident, he doesn't feel the need to try as hard, he's more morally astute, he's a good friend and he is willing to reach out to people and admit his own short comings with them. But on the X-Men, because he's giving so much of himself to them he reacts angrily and defensively when they rightfully call out his flaws. It's just a bad place for him to be in and it really is the Avengers and further more, Simon, where Hank is his best self.

Anyway, that last part, yeah if Hank could just like... idk learn what bisexuality was and come to terms with that part of himself more he'd be better off for it (not least because Marvel is too scared to let a queer character be evil these days it seems Sinister doesn't count). Unfortunately again, the X-Men are just a bad place for Hank so that is never happening there!

#asks #anonymous #thank u for this anon i love being indulged to be insane abt. furries.#hank mccoy #beast #ch: oh my stars and garters!

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Decompressing

This is technically our official pride post! This story was written by and stars Squiggles, and was themed around self acceptance. It’s difficult to have such wild dreams while still wanting to go through life treated with basic dignity.

As with all my writing, you shouldn’t read it if the thought of a character getting fat is distressing to you, because it happens a lot in my work.

Squiggles, a hacker with a storied past, gets cold feet as she contemplates her new roll as an academic researcher when an old friend shows up and offers her a way out.

This is a canon work btw! If you’re ever interested in asking questions about my setting I’m literally always excited to answer questions :3 asks and dms are welcome

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Decompressing By AnCo Calcen (Squiggles)

Squiggles stood before a full length mirror, huffing and puffing at the sight that came before her. The green dragon had undressed herself, save for a pair of rings, one on each paw. She was feeling a flood of emotions at the plump figure that looked back at her, her full cheeks turning red at the scales. She couldn’t help the way her paws drifted over her figure, rolling over her pot belly or cupping her soft heavy breasts. It had been ages since she was this specific level of fat, and she was marveling at how differently she wore it this time.

“God I can’t believe I’m really letting this happen… Soleil’s gonna kill me…” She turned around, lifting her massive chunky tail with one hand to see her plump ass beneath it, a wiggle of her hips causing the padding of peach to wobble in time with her thighs. They definitely had looked more shapely last time, the muscles beneath visible, but under two layers of compression, her delicate frame looked as if it didn’t contain an ounce of hard muscle for all the softness she bore.

“Now why would I go and do a thing like that?” A familiar voice came from the opposite end of the room, and Squiggles quickly looked away from the mirror and to the window where the voice had come from. Her paws quickly scrambled, one arm covering her chest while the other just… vaguely padded at her belly, as if she could hide it that way.

“S-S-S-Soleil!?” Squiggles’ already high pitched voice jumped an octave when she saw her old friend sitting in the frame of her window, staring directly at her with a devilish smile. The rabbit woman was sparsely dressed in a short kimono tied over her middle. Her generous bust looked like it would fall out if she moved too swiftly, but Squiggles knew she had a supernatural knack for avoiding such wardrobe disasters, though the matching shorts that only covered the top ass of her perfect plump ass stretched the limits of imagination that she could stay decent in such a skimpy outfit. The brilliant fiery orange of her fur was easily visible in all the other places that weren’t covered. A long curved sword leaned against her shoulder, though it was its wielder Squiggles found much more intimidating. “What are you doing here?!”

“First you accuse me of plotting your murder, now I’m not even allowed to come say hi to a friend?” The bunny gave a small chuckle, smiling sweetly as she continued watching Squiggles from her perch. “You know that’s not what I mean!” Squiggles gave a pout, slowly pulling her paws away. “I mean, you’ve never been interested in magic summits or anything like that, and you know most of the people here would be really weird about you…” Her voice fell, thinking about the way her peers would react to the half demon woman made her feel dirty for even agreeing to take part in this stupid simposium.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m not here for anybody else but you. Come on, we haven’t seen each other in years. I thought you’d be happier to see me drop in.”

“Of course I’m happy to see you! I just… come on don’t make me say it…” She looked down, her green cheeks turning bright red as her tail coiled around her leg. She waited for a moment, hoping Soleil would take the wheel and point out the obvious, but if she really wasn’t going to, the plump dragon was left with no option but to be blunt. “I’ve been neglecting my training! I’ve gotten so f… fat…” Despite herself, a flutter of excitement and embarrassment ran through her, her tail instinctively squeezing around her leg.

Soleil Barked out a laugh, slapping her exposed thigh as she finally moved, putting her sword to the side of the window and standing up to enter the room properly. “Oh please, It’s been years since you trained under me, and it was you who was invested in getting strong like me, remember? Besides…” She stopped before Squiggles, the disparity in their heights causing Squiggles to have to crane her neck slightly to look up at the tall shapely rabbit. “Remember when we first met?”

Visions of Soleil stuck in an aqueduct, inflated and massive and needing Squiggles to pull her out ran across her mind, which only made her more flustered as she thought about how easily she got massive. She began to stammer out an objection, but Soleil cut her off, carefully pressing herself to Squiggles’ side, turning her to face both of them in the mirror. Their figures were quite contradicting. Soleil was tall, a good couple of feet taller than Squiggles, not to mention shapely and curvy. Her thighs didn’t jiggle like Squiggles’ did, her small pouch of a belly looked almost tactical compared to the doughy mass at Squiggles’ middle. Of course, Squiggles couldn’t help noticing that Soleil’s chest was larger than her own, which got her thinking about Soleil’s chest being pressed to her own which made the unfortunately aroused dragon cover her plump face in shame.

“You can be a competent fighter at any size, as long as that’s what you’re interested in. You’ve seen me fight at ten times your current size, so why would I care that my friend has gotten a little tubby? Besides, how often are you even getting into fist fights these days? Unless the brawling at the College buffets is as legendary as I hear~” She gave Squiggles’ plump belly a soft wobble with her enormous orange paw, causing the dragon to let out a strange confused whimper.

“Well, i mean, yes, that’s true, you certainly can, I mean, no it’s, I’m not fist fighting people at the buffet! I just don’t want you to feel like all that training was for nothing if I’m just gonna let myself get all soft and huge.” She kept looking between herself and Soleil, noting all the disparity in their figures.

“Seriously Squiggles? You need to take some responsibility for your own feelings. It doesn’t matter how I feel about your training, it’s not like I had anything better to do at the time, and I got a wonderful friendship with a charming little dragon out of it, not to mention a connection with the budding computer genius.” Soleil moved around behind Squiggles this time, cupping her soft belly in both paws, the massive hands of the sword master nearly covering up the entire soft dough ball. “You need to decide if this new life of research and gluttony is for you. If it’s not, you can go back out that window with me, we’ll hit up the dojo, and help you start working this off. We could even go on another adventure if that’s really what you wanted.”

Squiggles felt her heart sink at the mention of leaving her work behind, and doubly so at the idea of all the hard work she’d have to do to lose all the weight she’d gained. “There’s an awful lot to work off, I don’t think I could do it…”

“Please, this little thing? Give me a week.” Squiggles was already about to offer an explanation for her words, but Soleil kept talking. “But we’re not talking about this little thing are we? Sorry, I know you’ve got to take those rings off to let them recharge.” She released her friend, standing back with her arms folded beneath her chest. “Go on, that’s what you were about to do before I interrupted, right?”

Squiggles felt that same electric feeling of confusion and arousal run through her, doubled in its intensity as she contemplated the ramifications of removing those rings in front of Soleil. Her fingers began to wiggle uncomfortably as she looked down at them, breath reduced to a ragged pant as she tried to squirm her way out of it. “I, w-well I did still want to talk to you, but, I really would rather do it with the rings on, and-”

“Alright! You’re the same as ever Squiggles, don’t change. Fine, you know those millions of favors you’ve managed to owe me? I’m cashing in now, take the rings off. In front of me, or I’ll take them off myself.” That same devious grin returned, and Squiggles felt her tail swishing back and forth behind her as she shivered in anticipation.

“Oh… but… w-well, alright, fine, you win… just… It really is a lot…” Squiggles gulped, taking a step towards the center of the room before she suddenly felt Soleil’s paw on the small of her back.

“Do it in front of the mirror, you like watching it, don’t you?” The command was firm but made Squiggles squirm about as she stared at herself once more. She did this every night, but what she hadn’t exactly admitted to herself or anyone else was that she relished in the sight of her body unfurling every night.

She couldn’t find the words to respond to Soleil with, so instead she just focused on herself in the mirror, and slowly reached her left hand over to her right, grasping the ring at the base of her ring finger. After a moment of hesitation, she began to wiggle it forward. Her finger visibly fattened as it began to come loose, a failsafe designed to help push the ring off when it was being removed so that it wouldn’t end up getting stuck and breaking. With one final, gentle tug, it came loose, and its magical enchantment over Squiggles’ body vanished. Across her entire body, her weight fell forward, her small plump belly cascading out into a grand gut that slapped into her thighs, which thickened up in tandem, forcing her to widen her stance. She grew ever so slightly taller as well, a combination of her normal height being returned as well as just her paws growing fatter. She’d been on the upper end of chubby before, but she shot up to a grand display of obesity. Her plump paws shakily grabbed the folds of her belly, giving it a heft as she continued to watch herself grow in the mirror, her expanding sides quickly eclipsing Soleil who stood behind her, even if the towering bunny’s chest remained visible over her shoulder.

It slowly came to a halt, Squiggles standing stock still as she breathed in and out, and the silence of that moment was pierced by a wolf whistle delivered by a rabbit. “God damn girl! You really know how to carry that weight. I can even kinda sorta see some muscles now that you’re not hiding it all away.” The decompressing dragon gave a strangled gasp at the compliment, her chubby cheeks turning to a smile as her tail continued to swish behind her. Soleil sank her paw into Squiggles’ bicep, squishing it to feel at the muscle beneath, tracing along it to end up at her left hand, taking the ring out of the pudgy paw that clasped it. “These rings sure are impressive… Well?”

“W… well what?” Squiggles gasped out, looking up from herself in the mirror to Soleil. The rabbit proceeded to kneel down, her muzzle gently resting on the top shelf of Squiggles’ belly as she smiled sweetly, her paws gently kneading the half decompressed gut beneath her. “You’ve still got one ring on, don’t you? Or do you have more? Are you secretly absolutely massive and you’ve got like 10 more hidden away?”

The combination of Soleil kneading her belly and accusing her of secretly being a multi ton blob had the dragon gasping and moaning, her paws shakily going to meet once more. “N-No, I really only have just the two…”

“For now.”

“F… for now…” She admitted, slowly slipping the second off as she began to blimp up in earnest. Wearing multiple compression rings resulted in diminishing returns, meaning her second round of growth was far more explosive this time. Soleil stayed firmly rooted in front of her, shifting her stance so that she was holding Squiggles’ belly. As a result, rather than just letting her gut flood out in front of her, she suddenly felt like she was pressed to a wall, and as her body inflated with the fat it had hidden away, she was forced to take awkward waddling steps backward. Her belly would have quickly fallen straight past her thighs to the floor if Soleil weren’t holding it up, and the strange sensation caused her to feel like she was falling backwards as her swelling breasts were also forced further up into her vision by her belly being held aloft. She almost couldn’t see past them to look at herself growing in the mirror, a thought that only got her more excited as her cheeks continued to encroach on her vision.

“Let it all out big dragon! Look at you, you must have worked really hard to get this huge!” Soleil’s words of encouragement made Squiggles dizzy, the fat dragon moaning out in pleasure as she continued to grow, the tidal wave of her gut continuing to envelop the swordmaster rabbit. Any normal person would have been flattened under the barrage of scaled blubber being unleashed upon them, but as Soleil said, she was used to handling heft.

In no time at all, even with Soleil’s assistance in holding her belly up, Squiggles found herself being overwhelmed by the forces of growth and her own arousal, and she was forced to fall backwards, her enormous couch smothering ass slamming onto the ground as she let out a startled yelp. The sudden motion of her belly falling backwards pulled Soleil to her feet as she continued to hug the enormous gut. Soleil looked invigorated, and to Squiggles’ muffled surprise, at some point during her growth, the orange rabbit had shed her own clothing, her soft warrior’s physique laying against her bloated body. Due to the extreme difference in their height, Soleil was nearly face to face with Squiggles after falling forward onto the dragon, their plush chests pressed against one another which had Squiggles huffing and panting, something that Soleil definitely took note of.

“Wow, would you look at that, you even managed to outgrow me there~ I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, you’re the size of a whale, how much do you weigh? It’s got to be over a ton. Do you have a goal in mind? Shooting for two? Ten? I bet you can do it if you put your mind to it, you wouldn’t struggle to find a whole hoard of ‘kobolds’ to feed this titanic gut of yours.” Soleil blabbered on about how pleased she was with Squiggles’ growth, and the fat dragon couldn’t find the energy to respond. It was the most exciting thing she’d ever done, decompressing in front of someone like that, a personal night time ritual suddenly embraced and brought to the light of day. It was no longer something she could pretend didn’t happen.

“Come on Squigs, as much as we’d both love the sight of you spilling out over the floor, you’re not quite big enough to abandon the idea of hauling your tubby tail back to bed.” Soleil gave Squiggles a kiss on the cheek, standing upright and once again towering over the little dragon, doubly so now that she had fallen onto her ass.

“I… I guess I do need a little assistance, I don’t usually fall over like that.” She looked away at that last comment, pouting slightly at the fact that she’d been thrown over like that. She had a hard enough time accepting how she’d changed over the last year, the last person she wanted to be seen as an unwieldy blob by was Soleil, and yet the cruel bunny had bullied her and knocked her over. “If you could just grab my, N-NOT THERE, AH!”

Squiggles began to flail her stubby arms about as Soleil leaned down behind her, slapped her paws onto the buttery surface of her enormous thighs, and lifted her up into the air all in one clean motion. She knew Soleil was supernaturally strong, but it never failed to surprise her when the rabbit would display her strength so casually. Much like her compression, it was normally something Soleil kept close to her chest. “Now now, no need to get all huffy just because I knocked you down with your cascading belly, I’m sure you’d have loved it a lot more if it’d floored me. You’re gonna have to work a lot harder if you wanna be more than I can handle, honestly, you’re barely all that tubby~” She nuzzled her cheek against Squiggles, bouncing the roly poly dragon about which sent massive ripples through her jiggly frame.

Squiggles wasn’t reacting to the sudden manhandling the way she wanted to. She wanted to get upset, or complain, but it just felt so… perfect and right. The perfect combination of being enormous and taking up so much space, while feeling small compared to her partner. Not that Soleil was her partner or anything, they were just good friends! Right? She whimpered as she slowly began to nuzzle back against Soleil, accepting her fate as she was marched back over to her enormous luxury bed before being dropped onto its surface, her belly rolling out past her legs as Soleil got to work making her comfortable, propping her up with a multitude of pillows so that she could retain some dignity as they spoke. Once Soleil sat back down on the bed, smiling like the sun at her as she continued to shift her cagey glances elsewhere, she finally broke down and met Soleil’s gaze, reiterating her question from earlier. “Really, what are you doing here? Not that this hasn’t been… more fun than I’d care to admit, but really, how’d you even know about this?” “Oh, that’s another easy one. Sirj asked me to check on you.” She layed out on her side on the bed, gently kneading at Squiggles’ belly.

“Sirj!?” The pink maned box suddenly sprang to the front of Squiggles mind, wondering why the hell her friend and research associate would send her former martial arts instructor to sneak into her room. “What’s going through that air headed villain’s brain?” The two had a close friendship, especially these days, with Sirj championing Squiggles’ appointment to a head research position. Many looked down on the uncultured Dragon with no formal training, but Sirj put such foolish notions aside and praised her for her unmatched talent in the area of light magic and applied magitech, and made sure everyone knew how much of a savant she was.

“Be nice to the big box. It told me they were worried about you.” Squiggles felt her large ears pin back slightly at the reprimand, suddenly feeling bad for lashing out at Sirj. “It was their idea to get you fast tracked to this research job, and they said they were worried you weren’t actually happy with it. So, long story short, they give me orders to kidnap you. If you needed an out, nobody would fault you for suddenly disappearing from an abduction.” Soleil dropped that bomb on Squiggles so casually that the dragon didn’t quite know how to respond, especially when the rabbit took that time to add a little teasing. “Though they’d certainly be surprised how I took off with a butterball like you~” She wiggled slightly as she said that, jiggling Squiggles belly with her paws.

“S-Soleil! That tickles, w-we’re trying to have a serious conversation!” She whined and squirmed, and Soleil quickly relented, sensing the first hint of a genuine show of disapproval to her antics since she’d shown up. “I… I can’t believe they’d do that for me. I mean, it’s not true though!” She suddenly leaned forward, her puffy paws held up above her chest. “I’ve been so excited about this research position! I’m gonna get to have my own custom lab that I can kit out with all my own accessories and gadgets, it’ll be my own private machine heaven! I’ll be able to spend all day watching my surveillance network, I wouldn’t have to interact with anybody I didn’t want to directly cause I could just make them talk to a screen, and… and well I could keep eating and… and get as big as I wanted…”

Soleil sighed dreamily, now resting her cheek on Squiggles’ belly as she proceeded to pet her gently. “Out of all the benefits, you didn’t mention anything about actually researching. You’re not interested in discovering more fundamental truths about the workings of magic and machines, are you?”

Squiggles couldn’t help but deflate slightly, her paws resting on her bloated sides as she looked away once more. “Well.. well yeah but… I mean, if that’s what I have to do to be able to live how I want… We all have to make sacrifices for our dreams, don’t we?” For the first time that night, Squiggles seemed genuinely sad, her paws running over one another as if she were looking for the compression rings to hide her shame back away once more. “I loved going on adventures with you, and I had a lot of fun, but I… I like being like this, all soft and protected, not having to fight constantly…”

“So find a different way. You like looking like this, not like you do when you’re compressed. You’d rather be waddling around here having people swoon over your body than being forced to constantly prove you belong. There’s nothing wrong with that. You’re not the only person in the world with your powers, with your aspect. Personally, I think it’s pretty ass backwards that they’re putting you in this position because of your aspect while they preach that aspectology is outdated. It’s the kind of hypocrisy I can’t abide.” Soleil reached her large fluffy paws out and grabbed Squiggles’ hands in her own, the bloated hands of the dragon fitting into her unusually large hands perfectly. “It’s up to you of course, if you do run away, they’ll probably never give you a second chance, but Sirj has already given you its blessing. Your work with Sirj has already progressed this realm’s understanding of technology by hundreds of years, you don’t owe it to anybody to stick around to advance it another twenty or thirty.”

“W… Well that’s… But I…” Squiggles stammered, pouting as she squeezed Soleil’s paws. “That’s not fair! You know I hate having to play devil’s advocate… How am I supposed to make the right decision with you whispering in my ear like the demon you are when I don’t even have a little… corporate stooge angel to balance it out.”

Soleil laughed a bit, smiling as she nuzzled against her friend. “That’s the huffy little squiggles I know~ Give Myrturl some credit at least, they’re not a corporation. They’re an independent federation of researchers, I mean they published all your patents to a global scale at no cost to consumers. Sure that means you don’t get any revenue off it, but now the whole world gets to benefit. I can’t argue that it wouldn’t be selfless and for the good of all Denizens for you to continue working here.” Squiggles’ face fell a bit at that, as if she’d already accepted that as Soleil telling her she had to do this. “But! Even if they’re good people who do good work, it’s not like the world will end if you stop. You deserve to follow your dreams, no matter what they look like. They’re not perfect either, and they’re not the only right choice. Maybe you’d be better off working with Hector again, hell I bet that deranged lunatic would hook you up with a much better techno labyrinth.”

Squiggles blushed a bit as she smiled, paws on her cheeks as she contemplated Soleil’s words deeply, not just jumping to the first conclusion she came across. “I… I want to do a lot. I love the time I spent with you, even though we didn’t make huge discoveries that changed everybody’s lives, we had a lot of fun, and touched a lot of people’s stories. I also love working with Sirj and proving that good things can also come from the slums in these stupid prestigious and hallowed halls. And Hector… well… That was a lot of fun, it was cool having someone who knew exactly what they wanted to do with my powers, but I did kind of feel like a tool… I wish I could find that robot again.”

Soleil gave a shrug, reaching up to gently rub Squiggles’ face. “I’ll keep my eye out for him for you.”

“Thanks… but yeah… more than anything I like… Mff… I like being big and fat and soft and eating too much. I like sitting in my chair with all of this weighing down on me, my paws working the computers and my eyes reading the monitors, the only parts of me that need to move as I suck down nutrient rich smoothies all night long. I like when my compression rings suddenly fail when I’m walking about and suddenly everybody feels like they have to make room for me, I like hiding it all away to prove that I’m actually a badass beneath it all when it comes to that, and I like being so damn big nobody can move me-”

“Nobody but me-”

“Even you!” She hadn’t expected that response from Soleil, or for her own retort to be snapped out so suddenly. “I… I mean it. I want to be big, huge, uncomfortably, awkwardly, unreasonably and unavoidably enormous. It’s all I can think about lately” She bit her lip, burying her flabby face in her paws. “Which is embarrassing! I want to be taken seriously, but I also want to be an unendingly hedonistic dream!”

Soleil looked a bit taken aback, not expecting such a passionate response to her little boast. It clearly wasn’t something Squiggles said lightly, she knew exactly how much Soleil could carry afterall… “Hey. you took me seriously when I was the size of your house and I killed those shadow hounds. You also took me seriously when you helped me deflate. You saw me when I was immense and immobile but carrying myself with dignity. You didn’t look down on me, in fact you looked up to me. Just because you’re not made out of slime and can’t do everything I could doesn’t mean you can’t do so much more. If you were the size of a house, you’d just hack into that same house and defend yourself with all the tools inside. You can be a big beautiful bloated blimp and a bad bitch Squigs!”

Once again, Soleil invoked their meeting, and Squiggles felt silly. She’d been nothing, she didn’t know magic, she couldn’t fight, it was no surprise that the larger than life rabbit had inspired her so much. She also supposed the fact that her best friend and role model was known to get huge when she made contact with water was part of the reason she was so obsessed with the idea of getting huge herself. “You… you really mean it? I mean…”

“Of course I mean it. Just because you’ve packed on a ton doesn’t mean I’m any less your friend. I mean honestly, I think you look amazing and I’d love nothing more than to stick around a few nights until you look like this with both of those rings on… but I digress. Not everybody accepts you as you are now, not everybody’s gonna accept you when you outgrow this room.” The way she spoke of it as an inevitability sent shivers down Squiggles’ spine. “You can always count on me, and Sirj, and all your other friends. Sirj can keep banging those rings out for you until your hands look like a queen’s, and if you ever decide your bottomless pit of a stomach is more important than your work, I’ll be there to pick you up, take you someplace nice and secluded, make sure that nobody can pick you up ever again, even me. Whether you’re dragging your tail down the buffet, taking up an entire underground storage facility with your thick rolls of fat, or just looking a little plump as you present your latest findings, you’ll always be you, and you’ll always be able to take things as far as you like.”

Squiggles was smiling sheepishly, her fat tail thumping on the bed behind her as she reached out and hugged Soleil close, her enormous blubber bound arms and bedlike surface sinking the rabbit deeply into her overwhelming softness as they shared that soft embrace in silence for a little while longer. “I… I don’t think I need to be kidnapped tonight. But um, maybe if some dastardly thief snuck in and stole my compression rings…”

Soleil’s antenna-like ears sprang up at the suggestion, a pleased look of shock on her soft features which turned into a demonic grin as she stood up. “You’d have to go up and give that whole speech looking like a fat bloated mess. I guess that’d be better than having them give out on you in the middle of the show, I mean could you imagine, blimping out like you just did in front of hundreds of your peers?” Squiggles began to huff and puff, her hips rocking as Soleil walked away to pick up both rings and tuck them into a small pouch that hung from the sheath of her sword. “By the way, do you have any food in here? I can’t imagine an indolent pile of blubber like you wouldn’t have a midnight snack or ten hidden around here.”

Squiggles continued to whimper in abject pleasure, her jaw hanging open as she tried to look around her rolling sides down to the space beneath her bed. “U-Under there, I um, actually have some of those nutrient rich smoothies, I usually drink one before bed…” Soleil just nodded, her paws working over her exposed chest as she got into the mood, pulling the box from beneath Squiggles’ bed. She popped it open with a gleefully mouthed “click!” as she looked over the ten travel containers, each one feeling like it was full of lead. “Oh my god Squiggles, how are you still mobile?” She picked one up, feeling a supernatural cold permeate its metal surface as she realized it was being kept cold by magic.

The fat dragon gave a huff, stammering once again as she tried to justify herself. “I only drink one a night, honest!” She was cut off by Soleil sitting down beside her, the bunny’s back against the dragon, her fluffy puff of a tail feathering over Squiggles’ rolling sphere of a gut as she pulled the first thermos out and unscrewed the top. “Seriously, i don’t know if I could even stomach two of those…”

“Oh, so if I were to say, force you to drink all ten of these, you’d be super stuffed in the morning, and you’d have to give your speech while all you could think about was how bloated and full you were?” Squiggles didn’t protest, instead she simply nodded, licking her lips with excitement as the bunny took that as her sign. She lunged forward, the top of the thermos stuffed into Squiggles’ muzzle, its contents falling down her throat as she began to gulp helplessly. It took a minute to drink the whole thing down, and her already titanic leaden ball of a gut suddenly felt that much heavier, a dazed belch leaving the fat green dragon’s muzzle.

“One down, nine to go~” Squiggles didn’t know if she really could drink all of that, but Soleil was diligent and a practiced hand at feeding, she made sure that her friend went to bed with a bloated belly that made the rest of her plump body look small. She’d need help even getting out of bed in the morning, though she certainly didn’t need assistance falling asleep. The fattened dragon groaned, slipping into a deep slumber, unable to keep her mind about her with so much food in her. Soleil rubbed over her handiwork, appreciating the way her soft underbelly rolled and spread about, the blending of fat and solid mass of food within giving her a unique and pleasant texture.

Soleil gathered up her things, slipping her slight clothing back on and grabbing her sword. She’d swing by Sirj’s dorm and give the rings to it for safekeeping, let them know Squiggles’ answer, and to insist that they make sure somebody would go check on their mutual friend in the morning, preferably someone who had a fondness for fat dragons.

#fat dragon #weight gain #growth #expansion #decompression #compression gear #fat #furry #fantasy #magic

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broomballkraken · 11 months

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Title: Bonus Papa

Fandom: Octopath Traveler 2

Pairing: Osvald/Partitio

Word count: 2619

Warnings: Spoilers for Osvald's entire story

Summary: It’s Father’s Day, and Partitio is excited to give Osvald the gifts that he and Elena picked out for him. Little does he know that Elena has a surprise planned for him as well…

“How’s this taste, chickadee?”

“Hmm, I think it needs more salt.”

Partitio nodded as he pulled the spoon away from Elena, who licked her lips as she reached for the salt shaker. As Elena shook it carefully over the bubbling pot on the stove, Partitio stirred the thick goulash inside. This was his first time attempting to make this dish, but Elena was a professional, and with her help, he was sure that Osvald would love it.

Father’s Day was something that Elena had been looking forward to, and Partitio felt much the same. He had been more than happy to help Elena come up with a few gift ideas and cook Osvald’s favorite meal. It was the least that he could do to show his appreciation for how wonderful a father his husband was, and to thank Elena for welcoming him into her family.

It had been just over two years since Partitio and their other traveler friends had helped Osvald rescue Elena from that bastard Harvey, and a lot had changed since then. After Osvald had finally reunited with Elena and recognized him as her father, Partitio had moved in with them in no time at all. They relocated to Clockbank a few months after that so that Partitio could be closer to work, and he was happy that Elena took to the city life quite well.

It had only taken about a year for Partitio to decide that he wanted to marry Osvald, but he had been very hesitant to ask Elena for permission. He loved Osvald dearly and did want to spend the rest of his life with him, but he was afraid of Elena thinking that he was replacing her mother. That was the absolute last thing that Partitio wanted, and he agonized for months about it before he finally worked up the courage to ask her for her papa’s hand.

Partitio had run a few scenarios through his head as to how this conversation would go, but he did not predict Elena scolding him for taking so long to ask. She had then dragged him off to go ring shopping, and before he knew it, Partitio had married the love of his life, and he couldn’t be happier.

“There! That should do it.” Elena placed her hands on her hips and nodded, and Partitio chuckled as he placed the lid on the pot.

“You got it! Now we’ve just gotta let this simmer until it’s nice and hot and delicious!” Partitio helped Elena down from the stool she was standing on and gave her a high five.

“I hope Papa likes his gifts,” Elena said, her eyes drifting to the floor as she shifted on her feet. Partitio grinned and ruffled her hair.

“Don’t worry Elena, he’ll love ‘em!” Partitio smiled when she giggled and looked back up at him, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement.

“Thanks, Partitio!”

Partitio’s heart swelled with happiness, and he felt a bit of moisture well up in the corners of his eyes. Despite the horrific things that she had been through at such a young age, Elena had persevered and made a miraculous recovery, just like her father. She was a smart, kind, funny, and curious girl, and Partitio knew that she would grow up to do some damn great things with her life. He was blessed to be a part of her life, and he was doing everything he could to make sure that he was having a positive impact on her.

“I’m home.”

Partitio watched as Elena bolted out of the kitchen, heading for the living room, and he chuckled as he followed her. He was immediately set upon by Coffee, who jumped up and placed her paws against his chest so that she could swipe her slobbery tongue across his face.

“C’mon, Coffee, now’s not the time for that!” Partitio gently pushed her off of him, and he scratched behind her ears when she sat down and he had wiped his face off. Coffee let out a pleased bark and wandered over to the fireplace to lie down.

“Welcome home, Papa!” Elena said, bouncing on her feet excitedly, “Happy Father’s Day!” She grabbed the box that was sitting on the table in the middle of the room, and she struggled a bit with the weight. Partitio quickly moved to help her, and they both held it out to Osvald with big grins on their faces.

Osvald’s face lit up, and he chuckled as he took the box and moved to sit on the couch. “Ah, I was wondering why it smelled so good in here…Goulash?”

“Yep!” Partitio sat down next to him, and Elena sat on his lap. “I was a little nervous ‘cause I’ve never cooked it before, but Elena here’s an expert!”

“Open it, open it!” Elena exclaimed, and Osvald smiled as he pat her head. Partitio watched with bated breath as Osvald opened the box and pulled out the first gift: a glasses case that was the same shade of blue as Elena’s favorite dress, with pretty white geometric designs decorating it.

“Ah, this is perfect, especially after I lost my last case at work…” Osvald said, and Elena pouted and shook her head.

“This one stays home, Papa! On your bedside table.” Partitio snickered at the serious look on her face, and Osvald smiled as he held his hands up in surrender.

“It will not leave this house, I promise you that,” he said, and he reached into the box again, his eyes widening when he pulled out a stack of three books.

Partitio beamed and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Now these are somethin’ really special! Elena’s sharp eye caught sight of them at the markets one day, and we combined our charm and mercantile wit to get a good deal on ‘em, didn’t we, chickadee?” Elena giggled when Partitio nudged her with his elbow, and Osvald’s jaw dropped slightly as he thumbed through the pages of one.

“These are…The comprehensive studies on fire, ice, and lightning magic, right?”

“Yessir! Limited editions, with unique cover art to boot!” Partitio’s heart fluttered when Osvald brushed his fingers over one of the covers and a beautiful smile slowly spread across his face.

“This is…incredible. Thank you both. I will treasure these gifts,” Osvald said, and he wrapped his arms around Partitio and Elena, pulling them into a tight hug. Partitio gave him a peck on the cheek before standing up, after Elena slid from his lap to give Osvald a longer hug, and he started to make his way to the kitchen.

“I’d better check up on that goulash-”

“Wait, Partitio.”

Osvald’s voice caused him to pause, and Partitio turned around with an eyebrow raised. He saw that Osvald had stood, a soft smile on his face, and Partitio’s gaze wandered down to Elena, who was standing in front of him and holding another box.

“Oh? Didya get something else for your Papa, chickadee?” Partitio had been with Elena when she had gotten the glasses case and books, but maybe she wanted to get something else for Osvald all on her own?

Elena smiled and shook her head. “No…this is for you.” She held the box out to him, and Partitio’s eyes went wide with shock.

“M-Me?” He said, blinking owlishly as he took the box from her. Elena laughed and placed her hands on her hips.

“Yes, you. Just open it,” she said, and Partitio glanced at Osvald, who gave him a slight nod. Partitio smiled as he did what he was told, and he beamed when he pulled out his gifts: a blue tie in the same color as Elena’s favorite dress - just like Osvald’s glasses case - and a hat that was the same design as the one that he always wore, except that the band around the base was the same color blue instead of yellow.

“Wow…these are great! Thankee kindly, chickadee!” Partitio set the box down on the couch, and the smile fell from his face as he scratched his head. “But I still don’t understand why you got something for me.”

Elena shared a glance with Osvald, who smiled and nodded, before she looked back at Partitio, taking his hands in hers.

“Partitio,” Elena started as she gave Partitio’s hands a squeeze, “Papa told me everything, you know. About what really happened to me and Mama, and what happened to him.” Partitio’s heart clenched at that. Yes, he did know that Osvald had told her everything. He had discussed how to go about it with Partitio many times before he sat down with her. Partitio didn’t know the details of that very private, personal conversation, and he would never ask for them.

Elena sniffed and wiped away a few tears that fell from her eyes. “He told me that, after he had escaped prison, he was so angry, and so full of hate for Harvey that he forgot what love was. But…that started to change after he met you.”

Partitio’s eyes welled up with tears at that, and he covered his mouth with one hand as Elena smiled at him. “He told me how you helped him see that he could feel love again, and you helped him save me, even though it put your life at risk…I can’t thank you enough, Partitio.”

Elena giggled as she glanced over her shoulder at Osvald, who had removed his glasses to rub at his watery eyes. “From the moment I met you, I could tell how much you loved Papa, and how much he loved you too. I’m so happy he had someone like you to help him get better.”

Closing her eyes, Elena placed a hand over her heart. “I miss Mama so much, but I know in my heart that she is so happy that Papa found someone like you to spend the rest of his life with.” Tears had now started to fall down Partitio’s face, and he rubbed his arm over his face in a fruitless effort to clear them away.

“You haven’t just helped Papa,” Elena said, shaking her head as she took his hands again, “You’ve helped me too. You walk with me to and from school, and help me with my homework. You make me that yummy stir fry surprise when I’m sick, and you always know how to cheer me up when I’m sad, and so, so much more than that. I’m so happy that you and Papa fell in love, and that we’re all one happy family…along with Coffee.” She giggled when Coffee lifted her head up and wagged her tail. Elena turned back to Partitio, locking her eyes with his, and the sweet smile that crossed her face didn’t prepare him for what she was about to say:

“You really are…my bonus papa, Partitio.”

Partitio started sobbing in earnest now, and he fell to his knees so that he could wrap Elena in a tight hug. He would have never expected anything like this to come from her. He had tried his damnedest to be the best step father that he could be, but to hear her call him ‘papa’...That was a blessing that he would treasure forever, and he would strive to keep being worthy of that title.

“S-Shucks, Elena…Y-Yah got me all s-sorts of tongue-tied…” Partitio blubbered, unable to compose himself. He felt a pair of warm arms wrap around him; Osvald had joined in on their hug and pulled both of them into his comforting embrace.

They all cried together for a bit, and Partitio finally managed to stop. He took a deep breath and pulled away from Elena, his hands resting on her shoulders, and he gave them a squeeze.

“I feel like the luckiest guy in the world, gettin’ called ‘Papa’ by the coolest kid there is!” Partitio laughed as he ruffed Elena’s hair, and she beamed as Osvald chuckled.

“So…I really can call you Papa too?” she asked, and Partitio rubbed at his chin.

“Well, sure, but that might get a bit confusing if you call us both the same name.”

“Oh, right…” Elena’s brow furrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest, looking deep in thought. Partitio noted that Osvald did the same when he was thinking hard about something; the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree…

“How ‘bout this?” Partitio said, snapping his fingers, “I call my own papa ‘Pops’, so what if you called me that instead?”

“Pops…” A bright smile spread across her face and she nodded. “Yeah, I like that!” Elena hugged Partitio again, and fresh tears welled up in his eyes when she spoke again:

“I love you…Pops.”

“Love ya too, chickadee,” Partitio choked out, and Osvald placed a kiss on both of their foreheads.

“I love you both,” he said, a fond smile crossing his face, “More than anything.”

A loud bark preceded Coffee bounding across the room and barreling into the three of them, and Partitio laughed when she proceeded to lick the stray tears from his face.

“Don’t forget about Coffee!” Elena said, and Osvald laughed as he pet the massive dog’s head.

“I could never forget about her. She’s just as important to this family as the rest of us.”

“You’ve got that right!” Partitio grinned as he rubbed Coffee’s belly, “Our li’l doggie is irreplaceable!”

“...Little?”

Osvald raised a dubious eyebrow at Partitio, and Elena giggled when Partitio playfully swatted his arm. His eyes went wide and he stood up, helping Elena and Osvald up too.

“Oh! We should get to checkin’ on that goulash!” he said, and a serious look crossed Elena’s face.

“Right! We can’t let it burn!” She quickly ran into the kitchen, with Coffee hot on her heels. Partitio made to follow, but Osvald suddenly pulled him into a tight embrace and kissed him tenderly.

“Did you have a nice Father’s Day surprise, Pops?” Osvald asked when he pulled away, and Partitio’s blushed as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Hoo-eey, that’s gonna take some getting used to…” Partitio said, and he narrowed his eyes at Osvald when he chuckled, “How long have you been plannin’ this for me, anyway?”

“...Elena talked to me about it just after the wedding, actually.” Osvald smiled as he caressed Partitio’s cheek with the back of his hand, “She wanted to make sure that I wouldn’t get jealous if she called you Papa too.”

Partitio barked out a laugh and shook his head. “Well, I guess we don’t have to worry about that if she’s callin’ me Pops.” Osvald chuckled and pressed his forehead against Partitio’s, and Partitio stared into Osvald’s eyes, feeling like he was going to drown in the overwhelming fondness that he found in his gaze…

“...Hey, if you two don’t stop being all cutesy, me and Coffee are gonna eat all this goulash ourselves!” Elena yelled from the kitchen, and Partitio laughed at the look of horror that crossed Osvald’s face.

“My goulash…” His tone was incredibly dramatic, and Partitio rolled his eyes as he leaned up to kiss Osvald’s cheek.

“Don’t worry, darlin’.” Partitio grabbed Osvald’s hand and winked, “I’m not sure if that’s good for dogs to eat anyway.”

Osvald chuckled as he entwined their fingers together. “You’re probably right. Let’s not keep them waiting any longer, dear.”

Partitio nodded and stole one last kiss before they went to the kitchen to join the rest of their little family. As they enjoyed their dinner, filled with love and laughter, Partitio counted himself damned lucky to be able to call himself both Osvald’s husband and Elena’s ‘Pops’.

#octopath traveler 2 #octopath traveler 2 spoilers #osvald v. vanstein #partitio yellowil #osvald x partitio #fanfiction #jade writes fanfiction #osvitio

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i-can-even-burn-salad · 2 years

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Truth

Thorns & Jasmine

In which Caldyn finally talks to Breannan.

Warnings: He’s struggling with a lot of things (chronic pain, blindness, betrayal and loss of his magic) but nothing is really happening here

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Breannan led Caldyn back into the study room, to the blankets and pillows on the floor, and helped him to sit down. The way his friend leaned back against the wall, pressing his hands on his left thigh, arms trembling, made his core ache. He shouldn’t have pushed him so far, shouldn’t have brought Lily today, shouldn’t have made him walk so soon. It was so easy to think about all the things he shouldn’t do, especially in hindsight; it was much harder to figure out what the right thing to do was.

The little dog snuck up to Caldyn as soon as he had settled down. Ears flat on its head, it sniffed Caldyn’s leaves and his hand, before allowing its friend to pet it.

“Are you alright?” Breannan asked, knowing the answer — he wasn’t — and expecting the usual reply of ‘I’m fine’.

“No.” The quiet word Caldyn said instead made Breannan freeze. “It hurts. And I’m tired. And scared. And…” He paused, forming silent words that didn’t want to leave his lips. Breannan watched him anxiously, until Caldyn finally managed to whisper, “I’m sorry. Today is a bad day. I dreamed of Gawyn.”

Breannan hated how much these words relieved him. What had happened was horrible, and that it still haunted his friend’s sleep was even worse, but it was a reason. It was an explanation for Caldyn’s behavior on this day, an explanation that had nothing to do with anything he had done wrong.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

He watched Caldyn shake his head and sighed quietly. A quick glance back into the main room told him that Lily had left. Breannan wasn’t sure what to make of her, of her vigorous energy. Perhaps it was too much for Caldyn. Or perhaps he needed exactly that, it was so hard to tell. He considered letting his friend rest a bit, going back to his desk, staring blankly at the pages of a book while listening for every noise, no matter how small, instead of reading.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” he asked another question, half expecting a shrug, if he’d get an answer at all. But Caldyn hesitated before shaking his head again.

“I don’t want to be alone.”

The vulnerability Caldyn allowed in his words’ meaning, as he so rarely did, cut through Breannan’s core. He hurried towards him, sitting down on the ground next to him, lifting the pillow that had been lying there and placing it on his lap instead.

“I’ll stay. As long as you want. Do you want me to take your hand?”

Instead of answering, Caldyn raised his arm and Breannan took his hand. Closing his fingers around Caldyn’s, he rested both their hands on the pillow on his lap. After a moment, he took his other hand as well, stroking the back of Caldyn’s hand, and his fingers, watching him slowly relax. Caldyn’s other hand was still gripping his thigh, but the way his fingers massaged his vines didn’t look as strained anymore.

The dog watched the two of them for a moment, before deciding that the hands were probably too busy to keep petting it now. With a quiet huff, it curled up next to Caldyn, burying its nose under a paw and closing its eyes.

“Do you dream of him often?” Breannan asked after a while. He absolutely wasn’t sure this was a good question to ask, but he was desperate to understand Caldyn better, to perhaps find a way to help him; or to at least notice when it was better to leave him alone.

Caldyn nodded.

Breannan knew the nightmares had become more frequent, as soon as Caldyn’s body had recovered enough to find sleep rather than unconsciousness. It was just that Breannan had always assumed those nightmares to be about everything that had happened to him, the Ceodh had done to him. He hadn’t thought about how horrible it must be to dream of happier days, of his lover, and then wake up and remember that he was gone.

Another thought surfaced, freezing his core. What if it was both?

“Did you…” He had to pause, to try and swallow the lump in his throat. “Did you see him there? As a lost one?”

Caldyn nodded quietly and his hand in Breannan’s started to tremble.

“Did he hurt you?”

This time, Caldyn didn’t even manage to nod, but the shaking of his hand was answer enough. Breannan closed his eyes, taking deep breaths against the sick feeling that had taken over his stomach. How, after all this time, was it possible that the images he had in his head still turned worse?

“Lily says I should go out more, start punching some trees.”

Caldyn’s words snapped him out of his thoughts. He couldn’t help but notice that his friend’s voice was shaking. He was probably desperate to change the topic, and Breannan would gladly do so.

“You? Punching?” Breannan tried to laugh at the image, but there wasn’t enough joy in him to make that sound really work. “You’d rather hug them and let them tell you—” He froze before he had finished the sentence, seeing Caldyn wince the moment he had realized the direction his mentor’s words were taking. “I’m sorry,” Breannan whispered, cursing himself.

“They won’t be telling me anything anymore. I feel… like there is nothing left of me,” Caldyn said quietly after long minutes of silence. “Everything I was, everything I loved is gone.” His chest rose in a desperate laugh. “What good is a healer who can’t heal?” He shook his head. “I guess some things are left. Our… the house in the village.” He was quiet for a bit, and Breannan could see that he was thinking. “Actually…” he then started, breaking off again after only one word.

“Do you want to go back there?” Breannan asked. “I know it’s quite far, but I’m sure we’d find a way,” he offered, full of hope. Perhaps Caldyn would want to take some of his things, return to a familiar place. Whatever Caldyn would want to do, anything was better than just doing nothing. His next words, however, shattered this hope.

“No. Could you take care that it… that the chroniclers know it’s free. And make sure that everything inside finds someone who needs it, or is thrown away.”

“Everything?” Breannan asked quietly.

Caldyn nodded. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to cause you this much work. But I can’t stand the thought of keeping the things…” He swallowed. “The things I shared with Gawyn. And I don’t think… I can ever return. To take care of it myself.” He sighed, rubbing his temples. Breannan had noticed that often before, and he wondered if Caldyn’s head hurt. “I don’t think I could, even if I could walk that far.”

“I think I understand,” Breannan said, even if it was only partially true. He had lots of things; not only books, but so many little tools and trinkets, statuettes, mechanisms and more. Everything he had gathered in almost fifty years of traveling the world and teaching his students. But to him, all those objects reminded him of people he loved, of wonders he had seen, of things he had learned. They didn’t remind him of anything he had lost, or of the worst betrayal possible.

“I’ll make sure of it,” he assured Caldyn, earning a small, grateful smile in return.

Desperate to cheer him up a bit, Breannan tried to think of something he could do for him. Caldyn needed something to distract himself, and it had to be something that didn’t require him to move very much. Coming up with something like that wasn’t easy; unlike him, Caldyn had never been one to spend his time indoors, with books or papers.

Breannan thought of the materials he had to prepare for one of the next classes, and an idea formed in his mind. He wasn’t sure if it would work, but it was worth a try.

“You know, if you’re bored, you could help me prepare some things for class. I’ll have to cut a lot of little cubes out of softwood. I could get you a new knife too, if you want nothing from your old stuff back. Get it made just for you, like the—”

“No!”

A single word, so vehemently spoken, it made Breannan flinch. He tried to understand what had caused it, what he had done wrong this time, watching Caldyn for any clue. He had taken his hand back, lifted it halfway towards his chest. New leaves had grown there, covering most of his torso, but Breannan knew every single scar that was hidden beneath. Caldyn didn’t quite touch them, but his fingers twitched.

“They… they took it.” Caldyn shivered. “They used it, they—”

He shook his head, lowering his hand. His fingers rested on some of the brown leaves, reaching almost to his neck. Breannan knew which scars were beneath, he could still see the deep cuts and missing bark.

“I just… wanted to do something. Anything. To help you. But I’m just making it worse,” he whispered and the last, lingering remains of hurt vanished, having been replaced by dread. “I’m sorry.”

The image of the knife he had gifted his former student being used to cause those horrible wounds made his stomach turn. He fought to push back the memories of cut bark, focusing on his breaths to suppress the feeling of his lungs being unable to expand properly. Perhaps he should be glad Caldyn didn’t want to talk about it, he thought bitterly.

“Don’t.” Caldyn sighed, raising his head, then leaning it weakly back against the wall, so he was facing his mentor. “That’s why I never wanted to tell you. You do so much for me. And all I do is hurt you. Bring your memories back. When I say… when I said a wrong word, I could feel it, I— I’m sorry that I’m such a burden.”

“Don’t say that.” Breannan had to blink against the tears in his eyes as he reached for Caldyn’s hand once more, softly pulling it away from the scars on his chest. “You’re not a burden, and you’re not hurting me. You’re my friend, and I would do anything to help you get better.”

“What if I’ll never get better.”

It wasn’t even a question; it sounded like silent resignation.

“Then you’ll stay, and we’ll grow old together, and you’ll have to listen to me ramble about my books until you know them all so well as if you had read them yourself.” He paused for a moment, watching Caldyn for any kind of reaction, but there was none. “But I believe you will,” he then added. “You’ve spent so much time surviving, you’re just now starting to live again. And I know you, I know you want to live. It will take time. But I believe you will get better.”

“But not today,” Caldyn said quietly, the meaning behind his words not quite as desperate as before.

“Not today,” Breannan agreed. “Today you rest. Come.”

He guided Caldyn to lie down and bed his head on the pillow on his lap. The dog yawned as it opened its eyes, moving out of the way, just to settle down next to Caldyn again as soon as he was lying still. It nuzzled its head against his chest, whining quietly, and got rewarded with a hand softly scratching its head.

Breannan smiled. His friend hadn’t been this close to him in weeks, ever since he had been able to lock out the aether and the terror it brought. Since he had insisted that Breannan slept in his bed again, claiming that he didn't need him around all the time anymore. Caldyn had done it to push him away, but to protect him, Breannan now realized.

As he stroked the broken branches of his friend’s hair, Breannan felt strangely calm. His hand moved to Caldyn’s temple, rubbing his bark in soft circles, like Caldyn had done it earlier. It was hard to accept that there was nothing he could do; it was better than to think that there was something he had done wrong.

“Do you want to hear the story about how the council of races was founded?” he asked quietly.

“I would like that,” Caldyn replied.

By now, Breannan had told all the stories he knew multiple times, but he didn’t mind repeating them, and Caldyn didn’t seem to mind listening to them again.

“Many years ago, in a time before the races lived in peace, before the first kalani awoke, a little dragon lived,” he started, finding comfort in the familiar words.

By the time he had finished the story, Caldyn was long asleep. Breannan freed himself, placing the pillow Caldyn’s head was resting upon on the floor. He picked up a second pillow to put it under Caldyn’s left knee, like he had seen him do it so often. Then he grabbed another pillow, laying down next to his friend, the little dog between them. It was barely evening, but he didn’t want to leave Caldyn alone, so he closed his eyes, trying to get a bit of sleep himself. He was no longer used to sleeping on the floor, but he was determined to stay, to try and keep the nightmares away for a while.

And if he succeeded, perhaps the next day would be a better one.

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YEAR OF THE CAT

Shane walked into the Paw Purrfect Animal Shelter with bags full of specialty pet food. He dropped them off at the donation bin and continued to the administrator’s office. He was here to help with the prepping for Shane’s Epic Day With The Stanley Cup. It was set to start with “Your Next Pet Is a Stanley Cup Winner” photography session. Nothing could ever be cuter than pets and the Stanley Cup. Shane was so proud of coming up with this idea.

Leslie, the shelter administrator, was waiting for him. “I’m not sure how heavy the Stanley Cup is. I looked it up, but I felt it was better to be prepared.” She pointed to a small trolley that was used to carry heavy bags of pet food and other shelter items. “I have this ready to help carry in the coveted trophy.” She said with a smile. Shane nodded and pointed to the doors, “Ilya is outside with the Cup. I bet there are probably a couple of people talking him into taking selfies.” The shelter’s parking lot was shared with a tattoo parlor and a really cute stationary store. It was a sunny Saturday morning, and if there were people about, they’d find Ilya. It was a given. The fact that people recognized Ilya did not surprise Shane. Ottawa loved their Centaurs’ captain for bringing home the Stanley Cup. Fans were always ready to let Ilya know that he was the best captain ever. Ilya ate it up, and he deserved it. Shane could not have been happier for his captain, his team and himself. It could have been intrusive but the fans were actually well behaved. They were going to the cottage in a couple of days, so Shane’s day with the Stanley Cup was a nice way to end their stay in Ottawa until they came back to prepare to repeat their successful year.

Leslie gave a slight laugh as she stood up, “Ilya is definitely Ottawa’s now. You’ve always been, but now you’re home.” Shane shook his head, “I understand, Ilya is the captain who brought the Cup home. That means a lot to this hockey town.” Leslie nodded her head as they started towards the parking lot.

“Shane, thank you so much for doing this. We never ever dared hope for this when you started volunteering here.” Leslie said while she pushed the trolley. “I don’t mean the Centaurs not winning the cup, but you sharing it with us.” She pointed to her Centaurs tee shirt as if to say, see I never doubted.

“It’s my pleasure. And hopefully the pictures of the Stanley Cup with the shelter animals, all these cuties in need of homes will lead to adoptions. I’ve loved volunteering here. I’m so glad you don’t mind my sporadic hours.” When Shane had decided to offer up some of his non hockey playing time to an animal shelter he made it clear to everyone that his volunteer hours were going to be random, intermittent and very scattered. There was no point in making promises he would not be able to keep. Thankfully the small animal shelter with the shoestring budget was glad to take his help when he showed up. The very first question he was asked during his volunteer interview was: “Are you sure you won’t mind cleaning cages?” And he did not because it let him play with the kittens. All the kittens. They even let him name a couple that would be part of this photography session. His favourite so far was Jeff the little tripod tuxedo cat. He was a classy little thing, white paws, black jacket.

They arrived at the parking lot to find Ilya talking with a couple of people, no surprise. “Shane, they work at the tattoo shop. Marly here owns it. We were discussing my new tattoo.” Ilya pointed to his forearm, where the goose in flight was still in the process of healing. It was another Luca Haas design, like all the other tattoos that were part of a sleeve in process.

Before Shane could respond Ilya continued, “This is my husband Shane Hollander, he plays hockey with me, but is not the captain.” Shane shook his head. Of course Ilya took every opportunity to remind Shane who was captain as if Shane could forget. Every time they went somewhere Ilya was sure to make a comment about the captain’s chair if he was the one driving. Introductions were exchanged before the moment of truth, the Stanley Cup being revealed to a couple of unsuspecting people. As it was transferred to the trolley, quick selfies were taken by the excited tattoo artists. They all were exclaiming that this was the best way to start a Saturday.

“Here is the spot we set up with the photographer.” Leslie walked them to a room that had a bunch of windows where possible adopters could see the kittens play. She also explained that the blinds were down to prevent the sunshine from making the photographer's job more challenging. There was a makeshift platform for the Stanley Cup, a photographer’s stand as well as other props, both to entertain the cats and for the photographer to use.

A couple of other volunteers were already there, as it would be all hands on deck when it came to herding the kittens. There were a couple of older cats, but as was their want they were acting all nonchalant, like it was a common boring occurrence to have the Stanley Cup in their space.

Shane and Ilya walked over to where the 20 or so cats were being held in a makeshift enclosure that ensured they’d be safe while the photographer did what they had to do.

“We’ll place this towel in the bowl part to prevent the cats from damaging anything.” Leslie said as she lined the Cup. Both Ilya and Shane laughed. “Do that because it’ll make it better for the cats, but don’t worry about the Cup. It has seen worse, a lot worse than some cute kitties.” Neither wanted to go into detail on what was worse than kittens, but they wanted to assure everyone that this was nothing in comparison to what they had seen and heard of what the Stanley Cup had been put through.

The photographer took pictures of the cats playing, no point in not taking advantage of this opportunity. Some casual pictures of the cats investigating this new thing that they had discovered. They tried climbing it, but were not able to do it successfully. A couple jumped into the cup with graceful leaps. The acrobatics were actually quite impressive.

“Hollander, we just need to figure out how to teach the cats to skate, and we’d win all our games. Look at this little one who’s trying to climb me.” Ilya grimaced, because even though the kitten was young, the claws were sharp.

“This is Jeff.” Said Shane.”The classiest little tripod tuxedo cat.” He picked up the cat and placed him on his shoulder. “Look what I taught him to do.” He bragged to Ilya as Jeff made himself at home on this perch as if he was made for it. “The foster mom told me he was the runt of the litter, and has had a rough time. Even though he has three legs, it does not stop him.” He turned to Jeff and whispered, “But look how big and strong you are now. Almost climbing Ilya, only big strong cats attempt that.”

Ilya looked at Shane with an enigmatic smile and walked over to Leslie. “Hollander, come here and see the kittens posing. The older cats look like teenagers who are too cool for this.” Laughed Ilya as he picked up the cat that had just been in the cup. “No, little cat, don’t chew the cup. It’s been in bad places, is not healthy.” He admonished the calico that was trying to eat the Cup. He turned to Leslie and said, “Those are probably the healthiest teeth that have taken a bite out of this thing.”

The photography session progressed, as every cat was prepared for its own time with the trophy. Some were very excited, others looked like all they wanted was to be left alone. Shane had long ago put Jeff down for his turn to be made famous. But he was always on the lookout for the little tripod.

“Leslie, do you need me to help with the rest of the pictures or can I go be with the kitties?” Shane asked. While he was ready to help as needed, he really wanted to spend quality time with the cats. They were so fun to play with. Sometimes Ilya said Shane reminded him of an angry kitten, while that used to annoy him, now that Shane had seen and spent time with angry kittens, and saw their claws and how they could defend themselves but still be adorable, he hated it less.

“We’re good here. We’re right on schedule, so feel free to go into the enclosure. Be careful though, they’re feeling rambunctious.” Shane immediately got in with the kitties. Jeff immediately jumped on his shoulder while the other kittens walked over his legs and others attempted to undo his shoelaces. Shane found himself under a pile of cats. Soft fur on his legs as they treated his body like their own cat toy.

Shane looked over at Ilya, a wide smile on his face as the cats continued to play with him. “I’m trapped. Help Ilya. Help. What if I can never move again?” Ilya laughed at Shane’s predicament, and stood back to enjoy the scene in front of him.

“Being held hostage by a cat is a serious thing, Hollander. You are officially not allowed to get up. Is a law that if a cat sits on your lap you cannot move.” Ilya entered the enclosure, sat beside Shane and laughed as cats climbed over him, and made themselves comfortable. “Is okay. We are now both held hostage. Is very serious, we are trapped here. They’ll have to send us food.” Shane laughed as he pulled Jeff from his shoulder. “See Jeff, we’re all in this together.” Jeff purred in agreement.

Ilya leaned into Shane, “He can come home with us if you want. I asked Leslie if he’s ready to be adopted.” Shane gave a happy gasp, and turned to Jeff. “See Jeff, I told you once Ilya met you we could all go home together. Don’t worry about your new sister Anya, I already have ideas on how to introduce you.” Jeff listened to Shane while he fell asleep.

“Hollander, was this the plan? To make me fall in love with Jeff? Was this another blind date with an animal? So sneaky. I like it.” Ilya laughed and reached out to scratch under Jeff’s chin.

“Nah, I was going to bring him home once he was ready to be adopted, but I’m glad you met him first.” Shane looked at the kittens that had fallen asleep on their legs. “Shit Ilya, I don’t want to wake up the cats so I guess we really are stuck here.”

With permission, the Paw Purrfect Animal shelter posted its most popular picture to date. A picture that went viral in no time. A picture of Shane and Ilya in the cat enclosure, Jeff on Shane’s shoulder and a bunch of cats asleep on their legs. A picture that had a single word description: Trapped.

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