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 Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2025 5:00 pm
This pond had quickly become one of Sailor Bacchus’ favorites over the past several weeks. It had fewer little flying ******** than the others and the frogs were plentiful. The fact that he occasionally had to share the park with passing humans did little to deter him. If anything, their confused presence reassured him. It would have to be a really stupid p***k to attack him around witnesses like that, and if they gave him a wide berth because they found his appearance unsettling, that was just a bonus. The heat, on the other hand, was not something he would recommend to anyone, and as he leaned back on his elbows beside the water he felt grateful for the fact that he’d undone his fuku a bit. Not enough that he would break the laws humans had about not roasting in your own clothes, but enough to allow a breeze across his bare chest and down the loosened waistband of his trousers. Closing his eyes, the senshi was briefly in danger of dozing off before he felt the sudden appearance of a Chaos energy signature followed by a sharp tug on his pantleg. Returning to reality, he was surprised to find himself staring down…a bird? It looked like some strange approximation of a bird but felt like a blip of Chaos. Though not particularly large, it was very round with bumpy bright red skin around its eyes and the top of its beak. As he attempted to swat it away, it nipped his hand before returning its attention to the leg of his trousers. Was it…trying to steal them?
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2025 12:40 am
If there was one thing Addy didn't miss about Destiny City, it was the heat. It was overbearing, suffocating, and worst of all, it was making her thighs stick to the damned bench she was on. Still, she couldn't bring herself to leave the pond. This was her aunt Trina's favorite place and it was here she felt most connected to her. She would come and feed the ducks, catch frogs to show to Addy before releasing them back into their home, and read while Addy played by the edge of the pond. If she closed her eyes, she could almost hear her aunt calling her, telling her it was time to go home. She remembered pouting and begging to take home whatever poor pond critter she'd managed to catch in a bucket, but Trina always gently explained that they were where they belonged. Where they would be happiest. She envied the frogs for that. Being where they belonged. Bah. She pulled out her phone and flipped through her Spotify while adjusting her earbuds. None of the songs were hitting quite right. They were making her feel the wrong things. This was her fresh start. New dawn. New day. New life. Blah, blah, blah. Her aunt wouldn't want her to get all weepy. Addy settled on leaving it to shuffle and looked up to scan the pond in front of her, searching for anything to pull her from her memories. She'd noticed a cosplayer earlier, though she couldn't pinpoint what series he was from. Usually people would go out in cosplay to take photos or make TikToks, but he seemed content lounging by the pond's edge. She took stock of his outfit, noting the horns, the swirling body paint, the impressive contacts, and was that some sort of prosthetic on his rib cage? Whatever it was, he'd clearly put a lot of effort into it. Had he crafted it by hand? For a moment, she debated going up to him and asking, but she paused as a duck waddled up to him and starting biting at him. That was odd. At least she thought it was a duck, but it certainly wasn't the kind she usually saw there. Was something wrong with it's face? Maybe it was someone's pet and it was lost. It didn't seem to be his as he was swatting it away, which she supposed was a fair reaction to being bitten by a duck. She raised her phone to snap a quick picture, zooming in on the bird with the thought of maybe posting in some pet finder groups. It had to belong to someone, right? Why else would it be so comfortable walking up to people like that? Honkzilla It feels weird not giving you much to respond to but like...the whole premise of the RP was his solo struggle sooo.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2025 4:17 pm
The youma glared at the deep space senshi, righteous indignation filling it with a renewed determination to obtain the stubborn tubes of leather attached to this meatbag. It would not allow this strange senshi to retain ownership and demonstrated its stance with a series of vigorous pulls to his boot. “What are you-? What? Stop it!” The alien swatted once more at the oddly grumbling…thing gripping the sole of his shoe. When his hand made light contact with the side of its face, the creature froze, remaining perfectly still for several long seconds before it began to…shift. Its eyes slid from the sides of its head to face him as he pondered whether or not he’d taken too many of those mood enhancers his generous new acquaintance had deigned to share with him. A tremor ran through the bird’s body, wobbling and squelching as it expanded like one of those fish he’d seen on Rowan’s phone. Except this thing was less funny. Maybe it would have been if it was yanking off somebody else’s boot. “Son of a ********. Really?
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2025 8:03 pm
Addy turned her attention to her phone, searching Google for images similar to the one she took. Some articles on Muscovy ducks popped up and she skimmed through a few, studying the distinct red, bumpy skin around the eyes. It had to be one of those and they definitely didn't seem native to the area. The only logical conclusion was that it was a pet. Poor thing must have been so lost. So scared. A little duck all alone in a big city. With a sigh, she began looking up local lost and found pet groups and posting the photo, occasionally glancing up to look at the cosplayer and the duck. Did its face look a little different than before? Well. Yeah. She'd never seen one before. Of course it was different. "Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods?" Bonnie Tyler lamented through her headphones. "Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the risin' odds?"Returning her attention to her phone, she continued her quest to help the duck find its home. In front of her the youma expanded and ballooned while the music played on, the singer's voice background noise in Addy's mind. The phrase "son of a ********" cut through her music and her thoughts like a knife through butter. A strangled bark of a laugh escaped her lips. That...That couldn't be good for the weasel. Her gaze fell upon the cosplayer again with renewed interest as she processed the words that had come out of his mouth. For the first time, she really looked at the scene playing out in front of her. Wait, wait, wait. Was that duck...stealing his boot? Addy blinked once. Twice. Rubbed her eyes. Yeah. That duck was tugging on his boot. A smirk began to spread across her face as she slowly raised her phone and hit the red record button. "I need a hero!" Bonnie exclaimed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2025 12:26 am
Bacchus spared the loud laugh from someplace about half a thought before returning his attention to the thing that was making far more progress in stealing his boot than he would like to admit. Flailing one of his long arms in the general direction of the bird’s face, he only succeeded in pushing it away just as his boot came loose. With what appeared to be a victorious bob of its head, it lobbed its prized to the side. “Crawlers’ writhing taints. Alright. Alright you want to be like this you purulent ulcer prodder?” The senshi suspected that the croaking from the pond was some manner of encouragement and briefly wondered if frogs had any concept of gambling. Yep. If the ease with which the creature pulled him along by the hem of the right leg of his trousers was any indication this ******** guy was definitely getting bigger. Attempting to dig his elbows into the ground and pull himself back he felt the leather beginning to slide down his hips. “For ******** sake!”
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2025 9:32 pm
The camera threatened to bob and jiggle in her hands as she struggled not to laugh too loud or too hard. She hated when these videos had obnoxious laughter so close to the camera it drowned out the rest of the video. Sure, she could put a song behind it, but then she'd miss gems like "********" and "purulent ulcer prodder". Who on this planet even talked like that? The boot slipped off and she couldn't help but snicker. It was like the duck had a divine purpose. A mission from god. She wasn't sure which god. Maybe Loki. Either way it was put on this planet to steal boots and take names. Addy briefly wondered what sort of household had this duck as a pet because the behavior felt...intentional. Targeted. Maybe it was...trained to assist someone with mobility issues? Some sort of malfunctioning mallard medical device. Was it always that big? "Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat," her music continued. Her eyes went wide as the duck dragged him. Did they make steroids for ducks? Addy zoomed in just in time to get a close up of the pants starting to slip before zooming back out a bit more to catch the whole scene in the frame. Oh, this was going online for sure."It's gonna take a Superman to sweep me off my feet," Bonnie declared.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2025 10:14 pm
“You. s**t snorting. Rot-feathered. a*****e!” A less than effective kick in the bird thing’s direction accompanied each syllable Bacchus spat, unable to maneuver himself into a position that would allow him enough force to shake it. The fact that his trousers seemed more interested in going along with the miscreant just added insult to injury. As did the loss of his right boot. And the realization that it was halfway toward its apparent goal of stealing his trousers as it began its work on the second leg. For several long seconds he contemplated what must be wrong in the core of this planet to allow walking blobs of Chaos to roam their cities stealing pants. Before he could speculate any longer, the creature began to beat its wings, attempting to rise from the ground and carry off the bottom half of his clothing. His left leg rose with its wobbly attempt at liftoff. “s**t!”
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2025 9:44 pm
Addy's eyes widened in sheer disbelief as the bird began to try to fly off with his pants. It was working. It was winning. How did a man that size lose his pants to what appeared to be a particularly determined duck with an acne problem? The camera zoomed in on his face to really catch the distress and anger as he screamed at the bird and she couldn't help but giggle. It was, honestly, the funniest thing she'd seen in a long time and it was a much needed it of levity in an otherwise gloomy return to the city. The smartwatch on her wrist buzzed a warning as her alarm went off. s**t, was it already that time? Her new job started today and she absolutely could not be late. Damnit. She wouldn't be able to see the thrilling conclusion of the epic battle for good an evil that was unfolding in this unsuspecting park. With a sigh, she ended the recording and stood up from the bench. She went a little out of her way to walk by the man in the throes of pants related battle to get a better look at it all. Standing about a foot away, she couldn't help the laugh that escaped from her lips. "Don't worry. You've got him on the ropes!" It was unclear if she was talking to the duck or the man. "Good luck!" With a lazy wave over her shoulder, she made her way toward the park entrance, an extra little bounce in her step as she chuckled on her way out.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2025 11:45 pm
The approach of one of the humans caught him off guard and for a moment he felt like warning them off. While this Chaos cyst didn’t pose too much of a threat to him, he knew from more experience than he would care to consider that the blight’s effects on him tended to differ from its effects on those around him. Whatever flicker of concern he’d had was apparently unfounded, as the human walked off in a haze of baffling words, doing little to draw the attention of the determined creature as the second trouser leg went with it. He could concede the possibility that in his heightened state he had missed whatever ropes he might be on. Or that the Chaos thing might be on. “Fish ******** pillocks.”
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