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19burstraat · 1 month

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unbelievably specific modern things the crows would love. too bad they live in a late-1800s fantasy world

Kaz: screenshotting nfts, those web weaving posts about dog metaphors, leaving people on read, stealing from the self checkout in supermarkets, emo phases, wearing headphones but not actually listening to anything so they're just there just as a conversation deterrent, winding up scam callers, escape rooms, pretending to know nothing about pop culture in order to annoy people, playing solitaire online, Knowing A Guy for everything

Inej: social media sleuthing, posting goodreads quotes, strictly come dancing, snoopy, easily accessible climbing shoes, mr darcy, shouting at the screen when someone's judged incorrectly on a competition show, getting unbelievably competitive about wii sports/duolingo scoreboards/goodreads goals/animal crossing islands/air hockey, texting..... With loads of elipses... Like your parents.... and dropping unprompted wisdom in them.....

Jesper: neon clothes, the 💯 emoji, making everyone as miis on tomodachi life but being so bad at it that kaz and nina's miis end up getting married, lisa frank art, scamming people on depop, cheap jewellery that makes you go green, complaining about how cottagecore videos don't correctly represent the Rural Farm Life, shitty 2000s club bangers, the kitsch movement, giving your car a name, hoiking your novelty socks really high so everyone can see them, shitty christmas films, first person shooters

Wylan: speedpaint videos, joe hisaishi, being judgemental about other people's spotify wrappeds, djungelskog, that gif of the japanese mascot costume running through a bunch of explosions, watching weird low-budget adaptations of shakespeare plays with kaz, those arcade crane games, piercing your own ears with a needle and a lighter then being somehow surprised when it gets infected

Matthias: making an instagram account in-character for your dog, posting low-quality graphics of inspirational or biblical quotes on facebook (yk the ones w the landscape or sunset behind them), taking frowning selfies from below like your granddad does, viking media of any sort, buying dozens of identical t-shirts from big tesco, mixing up celebrities all the time, perpetually caving and giving the scouts/guides/youth groups/football clubs/carollers/etc money for their fundraisers

Nina: making bait posts online in the style of 'why can't we just print more money', period dramas, wearing huge mother of the bride style hats to weddings, saving recipes/crafts/art ideas on tiktok and then never actually doing them, pink gin, tiktok edits of fit celebs/characters, 3 hour video essays abt pop culture, saying 'break up with him' in response to every relationship woe, buying cheerful tat from flying tiger

#the reason I say mr darcy is bc he's a big bitch who does grand gestures at the eleventh hour and Works To Deserve Her. familiar no?#six of crows #crooked kingdom #soc #grishaverse #my post #long post

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ithinkwehitametaphor · 7 months

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Nålbinding socks made with plant-dyed wool.

#nålbinding #socks #viking age #needlebinding #nalbinding #vikings #my art

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thebubblesareevil · 1 year

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A Deal is a Deal…

I haven’t really posted any danny/kaldur in a bit so here you go

Danny was having a really long, really stupid day.

First he was late for his exam because he woke up to kitty and johnny fighting in his apartment. By the time he got that sorted out he had to rush to campus.

Then, by some miracle, the proctor let him in despite being late only to realize he was in the wrong exam halfway through. (He decided to finish the test and turn it in rather than admit his mistake.)

Then he finally managed to stop and get a truly unholy cup of coffee that he topped off with his last bit of ecto shot only for someone to run into him, spilling his coffee.

Which really didn’t make the blind date Sam set him up with anywhere near bearable. She was nice, don’t get him wrong, however Sam has two types of friends outside of Tucker and him. He was pretty sure he would have preferred hearing about the deforestation of the Amazon than have the heavily pierced girl get wayyy too excited when she realized he was from Amity Park. After he finally escaped with the excuse of feeding his dog Sam decided to call to find out how the date went.

“She did the thing Sam.” He stated bluntly as he struggled to unlock his door.

“And which thing would that be Danny? The one where she’s interested in your personality or the thing where you might need a restraining order?” He groaned, thumping his head on the door before checking the hall for neighbors. With the coast clear he phased through, once more leaving his arch nemesis to fight another day.

“The second one, or at least that definitely seemed where it was heading. She kept asking about all my favorite cemeteries back home.” He threw his keys on the counter, dropping his bag to the floor.

“Well did you tell her about the one near the old clocktower? I’m sure she loved that.”

“Sam, she wasn’t asking about nightly walks and talking to ghosts. She made some not so subtle hints about what she liked to do there.” He could hear Sam wince through the phone.

“Eww, sorry Danny. She really seemed like someone you would click with.” He sighed as he looked through the bare cabinets.

“Not your fault, to be fair things were going great till that point. Plus most people don’t see half as much as I do in graveyards. It could have been worse.” He grinned.

“Oh yeah, what are you thinking?”

“Do you remember that guy from the protest you set me up with awhile back?”

“You mean Orion? What about him? You said he tried to gas light you.” Sam almost sounded offended on behalf of her semi-cannibalistic friend.

“Oh he did more than that. He followed me home.”

“No!”

“Yep, apparently I was being stingy and he thought I owed him so he tried to steal my bike.” He laughed.

“Ugh, don’t worry I’ll be sure to pass the word on to his new partner Marcy. I guarantee he’ll regret it.” He shrugged as he ate a piece of plain bread.

“It’s whatever, at least he didn’t try to kill me.” Sam sighed.

“It was one time!”

“Oh really?” He said as he munched. “If I remember correctly it happened twice.” He could hear the sound of Sam smacking her forehead.

“The first time doesn’t count, that was an accident! Besides Valerie tried way more than I did.” She huffed.

“Yeah, I know.” He yawned, heading over to the bathroom, discarding his socks and shoes along the way. “Some how neither of you are even my worst exes to date.” Sam snorted.

“No I think that title belongs to that crazy Viking that was convinced you were going to start Ragnarok.” Danny felt a small tug at his core as he brushed his teeth.

“What can I say? She was charismatic!” He claimed after spitting into the sink.

“Yeah well Miss. Charismatic nearly talked you into a war with her brother just because he flirted with you.” The tug on his core got stronger. “Personally I would have gone with the brother.” Danny nodded as he nearly tripped walking to his bed.

“I mean, that was never in question. Regardless, I’m swearing off Vikings for the next century.” Danny began struggling to take his shirt off without setting down the phone. The tug on his core was stronger than ever, try as he might to ignore it.

“You really suck at this dating thing, I killed you twice and somehow I’m still not in your top ten-” Danny struggled to escape his stupid shirt as his core PULLED, sending him tumbling to the ground. With a groan Danny finally gave in and just pulled the stupid shirt through his body only to come face to face to someone that was distinctly NOT his bed.

He looked around,coming face to face to someone he was actively avoiding.

“Ello Phantom? How’s death going for ye.”

John Constantine, accompanied by what appeared to be some of the newer members of the Justice League.

Danny decided the best option for this would be to do his best impression of a confused, semi-hungover college student.

“Look man, I don’t know who you are, or what you want but do you have some coffee or something? I’m dying over here.”

“Yet not foolin anyone mate. Need a favor from you. Or rather your better half of you don’t mind.” John replied vaguely as he rubbed his hands together before blowing some kind of powder all over Danny.

Danny stood there flabbergasted, as a rain of dust? Covered him head to toe. He stood there for a minute before his face started to twitch as John began to chant a spell. Danny took a deep breath and-

“AACCHHOOO” John jumped back as the sneeze disrupted the dust.

“What the hell man?” He scolds as he rubbed his nose. John grunted.

“Stubborn little shit huh? Too bad we need the Phantom and he’s coming out one way or another.” Once more he began to chant, Danny however chose to ignore this fact as he took in the faces surrounding the circle. They were clearly some of the younger heroes, even a few apprentices by the looks of it. But Danny really didn’t have time for this, he had another exam tomorrow.

“Look man, I’m not sure what you’ve been smokin or how I got here but unless you’re gonna help me study for my engineering exam, then I gotta go.”

“Please wait.” Danny spun around to face the hero standing behind him, stopping him before he even started to leave. The handsome hero stood tall, clearly he was the leader of this group, which begged the question of-

“Why? What you guys possibly want from me?”

“Allow me to explain. I am Kaldur’ahm, though I am also known as Aquaman. We are seeking the help of a spirit of hope and protection that goes by the name of Phantom. We need his help.” Danny gave the gilled hero a considering look.

“With what?” Kaldur’ahm somehow managed to stand up even straighter.

“A powerful magician by the name of Zatanna was pulled into the Infinite Realms. We need to help of Phantom so we can venture into the realms to retrieve her.” He replied with a barely noticeable sense of urgency. Danny raised a brow.

“You want to go to another dimension? With help from a ghost named Phantom? And you want my help to what? Summon him?” John scoffed, completely ignoring the glare Aquaman sent his way.

“Don’t go playin dumb mate. How exactly do you think you got here.” He pointed to the floor “ That there is a summoning circle, invoking Phantom by name. Now here’s how I figure it. Either you’ve gone and disguised yourself or you decided to take this poor sod for a joy ride.” He smirked. “So which one is it mate?” Danny glared at the Englishman.

“Whether you’re Phantom or not we need help.” Danny sighed as he looked back at the hero.

“Well what’s in it for me? You dragged me from my apartment and you want my help, give me a reason.” He announced.

“Name your price demon.” Danny rolled his eyes at the annoying sorcerer.

“Not a demon.” He paused, trying to figure out what he could ask for as the little heroes started to get nervous. He was gonna help them one way or another, ideally they would give up on him and send him back to his apartment. It would be easy enough to get a magician out of the realms. Danny took one more look around the circle before grinning.

“How about a date?” He said, looking directly at Kaldur’ahm with a grin. He laughed before he continued “Just Kidd-”

“Deal.” Danny choked on his own spit as his cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree. John shouting from the other side of the circle.

“What the bloody hell kind of request was that?!?”

“ I didn’t think he’d say yes!!!!” Danny covered his cheeks as the handsome hero smiled at him.

“A small sacrifice to help a friend, though not a difficult one.” Danny’s face turned a darker shade of red as green started to bleed into his cheeks. ‘Was this guy seriously flirting with him right now?!?’ The hero raised a single smug brow at him, tilting his head just slightly to the side.

“Do we have a deal?” Danny took a deep breath, coughing into his hand.

“Uh, yeah sure, I’ll get your friend back from the realms.” Kaldur’ahm smiled, Danny blushed. “I guess I’ll just… yeah.”

“We shall begin preparations immediately. Once Phantom arrives we should head out immediately, the less time Zatanna spends in the realms the better.” His face closing off as he got serious, Danny couldn’t deny it was cute before he realized what he said.

“Oh, yeah no, you guys aren’t going.” John practically growled causing the hairy green kid to back up.

“Like hell we aren’t! Just because you claim to be a spirit of protection doesn’t mean I trust ye.” Danny turned a steely glare on the sorcerer as he walked towards him. He made it all the way to the edge and the look of confidence he’d been sporting during this whole ordeal dropped from his face as Danny stepped over the edge of the circle.

“I don’t give two shits if you trust me! You aren’t welcome in the Realms John Constantine. Not until you get that piece of patchwork you call a soul sorted out!” He looked around at the rest of the people in the room. “Besides, it’s against the rules to bring the living into the Realms and I’d rather not have to deal with Walker today, thank you very much.” John glared.

“Look here you dead piece of sh-”

“HALF-dead thank you.” He interrupted as he started to float off the ground. “Now buzz off before I change my mind.” John looked as though he intended to reply when Kaldur’ahm stopped him.

“Enough Constantine, we need his help. For Zatanna.” The British asshole grumbled to himself as he scurried off to the side. Danny stepped back on the ground, making his way over to the Atlantean.

“Hey Kaldur’ahm, before I get your friend, you don’t actually have to go on a date with me.” He looked away as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I was gonna help you anyway, I just wanted to get under Johnny boy’s skin.” He just looked at Danny with a smile.

“I thank you, however a deal is a deal, it’s too late to back out now.” Danny’s jaw dropped as the Atlantean grinned. “And please, call me Kaldur.” Danny coughed into his hand to try to force himself to talk.

“Okay… well… okay then… um…” he studdered, dying a little more inside. “I’m gonna go get your friend we can…uh… talk about the details after.” Kaldur nodded as Danny reached a hand behind him to open a portal.

“Agreed, and please be careful Phantom.” Danny paused.

“You can, you can call me Danny.” He back with a slight stutter.

“Very well Danny.” He smiled. Danny blushes as he backed up into the portal, tripping over his own two feet as he fell through. Once on the other side he quickly reached out to find the intruder in his domain. She was easy enough to find, he didn’t even bother transforming. She was standing on an unclaimed floating island only a few miles from where he opened the portal.

Armed with the knowledge that she regularly worked with superheroes he thought it would be best to announce his presence before he surprised her.

“You wouldn’t happen to be a magician by the name of Zatanna would you?” The fierce woman turned, her wand posed, ready to send a flurry of spells at a moments notice.

“And if I am?” Danny smiled.

“A friend of yours asked me to come get you.” She looked at him suspiciously.

“And which friend would that be?”

“A cute Atlantian with a killer sense of humor, named Kaldur.” She raised an eyebrow at that.

“I’ve never heard him described as having a sense of humor.” Danny chuckled.

“Yeah, I told him I’d come get you in exchange for a date. He didn’t even hesitate. Like he’d actually wanna go on a date with a ghost!” He replied with a laugh. Zatanna however did not join in and instead looked Danny up and down before looking him dead in the eyes. She grinned.

“Gotta say I can’t exactly blame him. It’s not often he gets asked out by handsome shirtless men.” Danny squinted at her confused before looking down. His eyes went wide as he realized he hadn’t been wearing a shirt the whole time!

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #dc x dp #brain vomit #dp x dc #danny/kaldur #danny x kaldur #kaldur'ahm #zatanna #john constantine #beast boy mentioned #Sam Manson #she is never gonna let him live this down #might make a sequel of Kaldurs pov #this got out of hand #they always do #i should be working on my wips but here we are #this is post season 2 but I’m ignoring the war it doesn’t exist

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kallietell · 5 months

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Fat Pants

Flash fiction I wrote about a girl packing on the relationship weight. the situation becomes harder and harder to ignore, especially once her boyfriend notices.

“What are you even doing?” came the exasperated yell from downstairs, startling the 26 year old brunette who was staring at herself in the closet’s full length mirror.

“I’m serious Taylor, what could possibly be taking so long,” the deep voice continued, floating through the closed door more clearly as the speaker clearly ascended the steps. “This is getting ridiculous.”

Taylor panicked as the footfalls drew nearer and nearer, nearly tripping in her rush to kick off the pants that pooled around her ankles.

“I’m coming!” she cried. “I’m coming. I’m almost ready.”

The footfalls pause, then retreat. She sighs in relief then takes a step back, attempting to assess the situation from a new perspective. The freshly discarded pants had joined a growing pile of inside out clothes on her closet floor, and the full length mirror in front of her gave hint to the reason why.

Ever since she moved in with her new boyfriend Jack, Taylor had completely let herself go. Even before meeting him she hadn't been the most health conscious person in the world, but her metabolism had always kept her in decent shape. She was fairly active and even biked her 1.2 mile commute to work, but after her job went remote and she moved in with the automobile owning Jack, her bicycle became nothing more than a cobweb collector.

Jack was a Viking of a man, 6 '6 in socked feet, and she’d never loved anyone the way she loved him. They’re in love, yes, but more than that they have a perfect rapport, they genuinely enjoy spending time together, they’re completely comfortable with one another.

Too comfortable. Taylor thought bitterly, her eyes locked onto the mirror. She gripped her lower gut and gave it a shake, watching in horror as her stomach and tits began jiggling hypnotically. She’d been packing on weight for the last year, and her denial act had officially run its course. Jack took her for fancy dinners, sent her lunch, brought home food every night, and was even an exceptional baker for a carpenter. She’d eaten everything he brought her, stuffing her face and asking for seconds and thirds everytime, too preoccupied with the joys of her new relationship to notice the way her trademark work-from-home sweatpants grew tighter and tighter. Her once average frame had grown quickly as she ate more and more, finishing each night nearly beached on the couch by the second pint of ice cream Jack had brought her.

She grew a sizable, wobbling round belly that hung slightly over her now skin-tight sweats. She tried to suck in as she stared at herself, pressing on her gut to flatten it further. She was shocked to find it barely made a difference. Her belly still swelled from her middle dramatically and she let it back out, feeling herself jiggle as her gut pooched forward into its natural position. Her thighs had grown thick and wobbling, and rubbed together cumbersomely when she plodded up the stairs of their 2 bedroom home, the most exercise she ever undertook .

She turned around, angling her head to survey the damage. Cellulite dimpled her thighs and ass, which had exploded with globs of wobbling fat. She’d never had a disproportionately large butt before, but now she found the sides of her hips pressed firmly against any seat she sat in. She could feel her widening hips swaying wildly from side to side as she walked, the combination of her newly accentuated backside and fleshy thighs giving her the slightest waddle.

She rested a hand on her stomach, cringing as she felt her fingers sink into its cushy layer of fat. Nothing fits her anymore. She was still able to squeeze her way into some of her work sweatpants, but even the t-shirts she wore them with now exposed the bottom of her tubby gut no matter how hard she pulled them down.

She could ignore her newly fattened proportions most of the time, but on the rare occasions like today that she actually had to leave the house, acknowledgment became unavoidable. She’d been in her closet for nearly an hour, huffing and puffing as she fruitlessly yanked old jeans, work pants, and even leggings up her plush thighs. Seriously? I can't even cram myself into my leggings? As it stood, she was in nothing but a bra and panties, her tits bulging wildly out of the top of the too-tight bra that cut deeply into her back and side fat. The panties had fared no better and looked primed to snap, the fabric stretched paper thin over her rippling cheeks. She was supposed to be ready an hour ago, and it’s not just that she couldn’t find something she looked good in, she couldn’t even find something she could get in.

Taylor looked around desperately, surveying the shelves of the walk-in-closet for any pants she hadn’t yet tried. Her eyes lit up as they landed on a pair of extra wide leg, baggy boyfriend jeans. Perfect. She hadn’t worn them in ages. She grabbed them from the hanger, noting with relief just how large the jeans really were, and looked at the tag. An XXL, nowhere near her old size but they were a trendy thrift store find she couldn’t bear to pass up, especially when she realized a belt and some safety pins could function as a makeshift tailor. These jeans were enormous, almost impossibly large compared to the pile of mediums and larges she’d failed to tug any higher than mid thigh.

She unbuttoned the jeans then stepped into each leg, her belly bunching into a series of doughy rolls as bent over. She grabbed the jeans firmly and began to pull them up, cheering internally as they slipped past her mid thighs with relative ease. Maybe I haven’t even put that much on, she thought. Maybe my normal clothes feel smaller cause I wash them so much, maybe all my old old clothes still fit the same. She reached resistance when the jeans met her ass and gave several hard tugs. Nothing. She jiggled around for a few little jumps, her whole body wobbling uncontrollably as the jumping and the pulling shimmied the pants over the rest of her ass. They were skin tight on her thighs and across her hips and she was breathing heavily from the effort.

She looked down. The pants cut into her love handles, forcing them to bulge over the waistband of the jeans. She pushed down on the pliable fat in an attempt to tuck the blubber into her pants but there wasn’t an inch of extra room and her fatty hips wobbled as she tried. The jeans cut into her almost painfully while she attempted to shift them and her fattened belly bounced slightly as it hung free, unconfined by the open, gaping button. She grabbed both flaps and pulled as hard as she could. Not even close. She sucked in again and reattempted the button’s closure, groaning as she gave it her all. The two sides of the pants wouldn’t even come close to meeting, and she let her belly back out with a moan. She grabbed her gut again, placing a hand on either side of the bottom as she shook it more aggressively, noting with horror that it was a bit heavy for her to lift. She gave herself the once over in the mirror, barely recognizing the chubby-cheeked, bloated fatty in the undersized clothes staring back at her. She was never getting those pants fastened.

She gave her gut a little squeeze, trying to ignore its growls. She’d gotten so huge she can’t even button her biggest jeans, food was the last thing she needed to be thinking about right now. But Jack had said he was gonna take her to Chuco’s, that’s why she was even getting dressed in the first place. They had the best Mexican food in the city, their gordita burritos were… I’ll start the diet tomorrow. She decided. I need one last hurrah. She looked down at the pants again, marveling at how she could barely see the undone button over the swell of her gut. God, I’ve gotten so fat, she thinks as she works her way out of them, kicking them into the reject pile with her other unwearable garments.

She sighs as she turns to the neatly folded pile of sweatpants and joggers that she wears every day, selecting a gray pair from the top. Just this one time. I’ll wear them out this one time, just to get a last meal, then I’m going on a diet. She turns back toward the mirror, grabbing the bottom of her rounded, tubby gut and giving it yet another jiggle, cringing again as she notices that her chubby arms wobble right alongside her belly as she does so. All this is gonna be gone.

She bends over, steps into the sweatpants, and pulls them up. She gives herself a once over in the mirror, then does a spin. The fabric is stretched to near translucency across her widened ass and she still can’t pull the waistband over her bloated gut, but at least the pants were on.

“Taylor let’s go!” Jack yelled from downstairs. “I’m getting hungry.”

“Coming,” she called back confidently before throwing on a once oversized hoodie and sliding her feet into her tennis shoes. “I’m coming right now!”

She reached for the closet door’s handle and then noticed her right shoe was untied, its laces dragging limply against the carpet. She bent down, hands extended to grab that lace when a loud *RIPPP* filled the air. Taylor straightened up immediately as her eyes flew open in horror. She reached around, praying she didn’t just hear what she thought she heard. She grabbed her ass to discover the sweatpants had ripped straight down the back seams, its confines proving too restrictive for her mammoth, wobbling backside. Tears sprang up in her eyes as the realization set in; this wasn’t just a couple pounds, she had exploded. She was truly, hugely fat now, and not even the clothes she faithfully wore could contain her anymore. Her sweatshirt clung tightly to her gut, emphasizing its huge rounded shape and plump bounces as she turned this way and that, unsure of what to do next. What was there to do?

“Taylor,” Jack called from downstairs. “Are you ok?”

“I’m ok,” she yells back too quickly. “I’m ok, I’m coming!”

“Are you sure?” says Jack, his voice nearing again as he trotted back up the stairs. “You sound weird.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” hollered Taylor in a voice that indicated the opposite, panic beginning to set in as Jack approached.

“Babe,” He said from right outside the door. “Babe, what's wrong?” The handle began to turn. “I’m coming in.”

“Don’t come in!” Taylor cried at a frantic pitch as the door swung open. She spun quickly to face Jack, her face a deep shade of vermillion.

He raised his eyebrow, taking in the scene with a bewildered if not bemused look. She backed away from him a bit, trying to hide the giant rip in her too tight pants.

“I thought you were getting ready?”

“I am. I mean I'm almost ready.”

“You’re wearing that?” Jack asks, staring her down steadily with the bemused half smile still on his face.

She nodded after a beat, too embarrassed to speak the lie aloud.

“So you’re gonna wear those pants.” She nodded again, unable to meet his gaze.

“Why are you gonna wear ripped pants to dinner?” He asks teasingly, and Taylor realized with horror that the full length mirror behind her meant he could see her giant ass wobbling though the shredded sweatpants even better than she could. She flushed deeper, unable to respond or even look up.

Jack looks to the pile of clothes next to her on the floor. “Those didn’t work either, huh?” he says with a laugh. Taylor’s hands fly up to cover her face, the humiliation overtaking her.

“Taylor, baby, come here,” Jack instructs, reaching out to gently grab her chubby forearm. He pulls her close, one hand falling to her waist as he embraces her. “It’s ok baby,” he murmurs gently, slowly beginning to stoke the side of her belly. He slips his hand underneath the hem of her sweatshirt and begins rubbing her gut more rhythmically, shaking and jiggling it a bit while he soothed her.

“It’s ok baby. It’s my fault. I guess I shouldn't have gotten you so much Burger Shack, huh? You just can’t control yourself.” He pulls back but still leaves a hand underneath her sweatshirt. He’d begun grabbing and squeezing her tubby gut the way she had, as if he was also amazed by how big she’d grown.

“Nothing in here fits you?” He asks. She shakes her head silently. “We’re gonna have to get you some new clothes then,” he says, giving her belly a firm pat. “Yea?” Taylor nodded again.

“I can't hear you” he said calmly, the pitch of his voice dropping lower. He was kneading and shaking her belly more aggressively now, pinching and poking her wobbling rolls as they flowed between his fingers. “Do you need new clothes?”

“Yes,” she whispered quietly without looking up, her face hot.

“Yes, what?” he breathes in a teasing voice tinged with lust.

“Yes. Yes I need new clothes,” Taylor rushed out, feeling her nipples harden as she inexplicably got more and more excited the more Jack groped her fat belly.

“Why?” he asks her, no trace of an actual question behind his voice. Taylor finally looked up at him. She was nearly squirming under his grip and could barely speak, feeling her too-tight panties dampening as he looked down at her expectantly. She opened her mouth then closed it again.

“Cause I got fat,” she finally says quietly, her whole body on fire.

“Good girl,” he says, releasing her with a sly grin. “Now, let's get Chuco’s delivered. I know you’re hungry.”

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ourshadowstallerthanoursoul · 9 months

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Impressive looks

"To an impressionable 17 year-old, almost as impressive as the way they sounded, was the way they looked. [...] Robert Plant, on the other hand had yet to perfect his rock god look and on this occasion, looked more like a refugee from a hairdressing salon than a Viking warrior. With shortish blonde curls, tight blue satin ruff shirt and neat black sta-prest pants, his ensemble was bizarrely topped off with open-toed Dr. Scholl’s wooden sandals, complete with black socks (I kid you not)."

- From the Nov. 23, 1968 Sheffield concert 'review' (experience shared in 2009 by fan Stuart Penney)

#robert plant #planty #led zeppelin #jimmy page #pagey #john bonham #bonzo #john paul jones #jonesy #60s #70s #70s rock #70s music #rock music #ourshadowstallerthanoursoul

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pushing500 · 14 days

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Buckeye is a bit of a plant snob, I think. It makes sense in a way because she seems to be part plant, but the biliog are designed to grow psychite and have improved plant skill in their genetics, so... Maybe Buckeye just thinks Blackdragon's not pretty enough to work in her garden.

Our new Hussar colonist Curly only likes one of the cult members, but Socks considers him a rival.

Nineteen-year-old Curly is also, somehow, twenty-nine-year-old Vasso's granduncle.

And finally, it's time for the final colony tour of Loyalty's Meander before we set off to hopefully cover the last leg of the journey to the crashed ship!

Presenting... Loyalty's Meander!

It's a quaint little settlement with not too much going on—aside from the giant murder church. I'm sure nearby settlements consider that more of a tourist attraction than a threat, though, right? Right?

The central hub of the colony is the kitchen/dining space, with room for prisoners/spare food off towards the south.

There are some very productive fields and a stonecutting station set up in the centre of the colony.

To the left is the saplingchild pen that recently saw the births of Magic Man and Buckeye's daughters, Blackthorn and Bluegum. We also have a tailorshop/art studio, and a guest bedroom.

Vance's room comes next. It was hastily constructed off to the side because he joined us later. Of course, we also have a dinosaur museum. I love dinosaur museums.

The main bedrooms are built in a sort of apartment-style structure, with a hospital and a bathroom at one end.

The laboratory is tacked on to the end of the apartment block, and it doubles as a classroom for the many children around the colony, though only Dire Wolf and Night Stalker ever used it because the others are still babies or toddlers, and Bella and Pro are adults now.

The garage, another bathroom, and our archery target for shooting recreation.

The rec room/fabrication room. This used to be our temple before some traders came by and sold us a prefab which became...

...The spookiest darn church you ever did see <3

They also sold us a prefab for a "Viking Village," which we turned into a guest motel and Curly's bedroom, where he could do grumpy nonbeliever Hussar things away from the rest of the gang.

Last but not least are our animal pens and the barn. The boomalopes have a separate pen because they tend to explode when things don't go their way, and we can't risk losing Shamrock, the lucky donkey.

So there you have it! The end of Loyalty's Meander, and one step closer to escape <3

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