There’s a knock on the door outside of Belle’s home, and a wrapped box waiting on her doorstep. Inside is several items covered in tissue paper; a bracelet with several loose and glittery beads on a wire string, a phone case made to look and sound like bubble wrap, and a set of headphones whose wire is wrapped in squishy foam material.

Taking the box inside and digging through the contents, Belle bounced in her seat on the couch. Jiggling the sparkling beads and feeling the texture of the phone case.

“Oh!” jumping up suddenly, she ran to the door and flung it open. She shouted as loud as she could, “THANK YOU, SECRET ADMIRER! I LOVE YOU TOO. Okay, bye.”

Slamming the door shut again, with her cheeks flush and grin still in place, she took her new treasures to her bedroom. She ignored her dad’s strange looks from over his coffee frozen halfway to his mouth.

Lewd Tattoo

punkrockstringtheory:

syx-blue:

Bluebell popped her hip out and placed a hand on it, “Oh yeah. Can’t really even tell the normal tentacles from the mating once until he reaches out and sticks it in,” she traced one of her tentacle tattoos with a finger, “Oh course the whole thing is rather risky for the male. She likes to eat him when it’s all over.”

She’d been in the shop to plan out a new tattoo, the tentacles were still so new but she already wanted more ink. But this time something more symbolic and sweet for her loves. Plotting out that idea was proving far harder.

While Bluebell was talking, Ulric closes his eyes momentarily, having to reorient to the way her voice looks before responding. His usual lopsided grin in place. “Sucks to be an octopus then, huh?” he asks easily, taking the chance to once again take a look over what he could see from the front.

Not having a design in particular in mind, the hybrid figured he had plenty of time to figure that out. More so with it being a joint decision, when the time came.

“Well it hasn’t stopped them from existing,” Bell laughed bubbly, “Some of us just love to live dangerously,” she purred the last word and rolled her hips. It was far too enjoyable to tease and flirt. It was almost a shame he was taking it all in stride. She winked at him and grabbed her crotch, one last try to make him squirm, “And yes, they do go aaaall the way up.”

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“I’m not your sidekick!” Lucy is quick to remind, stumbling along behind Bluebell as she’s tugged forward. “Wait, Lair?”

She was going to get to go to one of those, now? Her reluctance is almost completely gone by now, letting Bluebell take the lead.

“Well I can’t be the sidekick,” Bell huffed, “I’m older than you. That’d be silly.”

Leading the way back to her bike, she suddenly lit up, “OH! We could be a league! Aaahh, but you can’t have a league with only two members,” slowing to a halt, she crossed her arms and scowled at the ground next to her bike, tapping her foot rhythmically, “Alliance? Duo? Dastardly Glitter Twins? See this is why sidekick worked better.”

Lucy’s protests from earlier die quickly at the sight of Bell’s bike, focusing on that more than the other’s continued musing over what to call her. “What kind is it?” the teen asks suddenly, examining the machine as closely as she could.

Belle bounced on her toes, “It’s sweet, right?” she clapped her hands together, gladly gloating over one of her pride and joys, “It’s an YZF-R1, an ‘06. Normally they only got a 172 hp crank but I rebuilt most of this from scratch and got it up to 190. Better suspension and rear stabilization too. I could own a race in this bad girl,” she patted the side of the bike lovingly, “I gave it a metallic electron blue pearlescent paint. It’s also equiped with the de-regulator and a earlier vision of the invisibility generator for evading the cops. They always insist that 120 mph is too fast,“ she laughed.

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Dropping the books to a table, Belle leaned on them heavily, “Really? Huh… who was then?”

Anything to serve as a distraction from her mind-numbing math homework. Idly she sorted her course books into piles. With a wrinkle to her nose, she pushed the calculus book off the table, then dropped the writing guide on top of it.

“I haven’t really taken much history. I sorta wanted’a but, fuck, I have a gazillion classes as it is and I don’t even know why they are making me take half of this shit,” she played with her necklace, not ever quite meeting the other girl’s eyes, “That already sound so much more fun than what I’m taking.”

“My ANCESTORS.” Moana answered simply with a small grin. “Our ancestors of the Pacific Islands were navigating and sailing across the seas way before the vikings. We used techniques with the simplest of technologies. The things my ancestors could do was amazing.”

There’s the obvious excitement in her voice, eyes ^{LIGHTING UP} at the pride and joy she felt for the RICH history that she shared with so many from the Pacific Islands. Though she would have to tone it down just a bit for the sake of Bell.

“And CALCULUS doesn’t sound that bad. But I never had much problem with MATH before.” She admitted with a small shrug. “As for the HISTORY bit, it really does DEPEND on WHEN and WHERE you’re learning from. History itself is interesting and ^EXCITING, but there’s a lot of frustrating and not so pleasant moments that’ve happened.”

“It’s not hard,” Belle shook her head, “It’s boooooooring,” she dragged out the word and tipped her chain back, “I already know this but they refused to let me test out of it. I only failed the classes in highschool because the teachers are assholes and the homework is stupid,” she scowled and pouted. It was just painfully tedious and pointless. She at least wanted a challenge, not busy work. The teachers never took well to her correcting them either.

“But that! That sounds really cool,” she bounced, eyes lighting up, “I’ve never even been on the ocean in a boat but Dad took me to visit the tide pools before. The ocean is so different from the lake. But I’ve been out on that a lot!” her grin split her face, happy to have a interesting thing to talk about, “What kind of stuff did they use? Like you can’t row in deep water and get anywhere… So sailing? Yeah? I’ve always wanted to go on one of those huge sail boats,” she rambled before biting her bright sparkling painted lip when she’d likely been talking too much.

Childish Escape

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⚜ Bluebell ⚜

“How else do you rob a store but walk in, duuuuuuuuh,” Bluebell rolled her eyes, her foot bounced and she bit her lip. Her anxiety spiking, “You’re the one messing this up,” she whined suddenly, “I totally would have been out by now but you’re throwing me oooooooooff and rushing me.”

Making a noise of frustration, bell agitatedly spun in a circle, “What else, what else?!” she worried her lip until it started to get red, she knew she was forgetting something. She grabbed a huge handful of gum off the shelf and stuffed it into her pockets, “This is all your fault, okay!”

“Stupid blond cat girls and their stupid cute clothing,” she grumbled as she stomped towards the back exit in a pout.

Seeing the girl stuffing her bag full of gum, Lyn couldn’t help but feel the rush of sympathy. Sighing she reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes, shaking her head slowly. Even as Bell walked away grumbling as she was, Lyn didn’t openly react to the accusation, shaking her head even more. “…Bothersome..” She grumbled mostly to herself, dropping her hand as she glared at the girl’s back.

She didn’t hesitate much longer before she’s walking after Bell, the door to the back just barely closing before it was opened again to reveal the feline. “Ey! Blueberry,” she called out, not really caring if Bell would like the nickname to begin with. Trotting to catch up, Lyn reaches to take hold of Bell’s wrist.

“Come on, this way. I got a place for ya,” she urged, not truly knowing if Bell would follow what she was doing…

Back stiff, Bell’s shoulders tightened at the nickname. Her jaw clenched and she was about to curse when the girl grabbed her wrist, “Hey! Why am I gonna trust you, huh?”

Her bottom lip came out in a big pout as she was dragged along. She needed to flee regardless and this girl did seem like she knew her stuff even if she had MESSED EVERYTHING UP! Bell was still fuming internally over that. She was sure she had it right! Her head rotated and she sped up as she heard the distant sound of sirens.

“Fuck! Yeah, yeah! Okay, I’m coming,” she glowered, “If you try anything, this thing does more then cube people, kay?”

Not Allowed

|| @glittergcld || Haylee ||

Belle never was one for public spaces but she’d wanted to try and get more in shape. She’d spent so long afraid to really work out for fear of bulking up too much, but now she just felt soft and flabby. Curves were good, but she’d finally gotten to the point where she could love herself. All of herself. So she found herself in the local gym.

Aerobics and leg workouts, she still avoided most of the upper body workout. When she flexed in the mirror a shadow of doubt still flashed into her head, too broad in the shoulder already. Still, she was grinning and tired as she wiped the sweat from her brow and headed to the locker room. Ear buds in she had ignored all the others while working out, but in the locker room, their eyes made her skin crawl.

Her heart too loud, she kept her eyes down and started changing. Drenched in sweat… she glanced towards the showers. Women in various states of undress around her. The difference between them and herself would be so obvious once her loose shorts came off.

Her hand slapped rhythmically against her thigh, fuck! It was high school all over again. Taking her head wrap off, her large volume of blue curls fell and became a shield against the world. The headphones had to come out to shower, that made it worse. Trying not to run or move too oddly, she moved towards the showers and didn’t drop her shorts till she was near the wall. As it was, she must not have been good enough at keeping her back turned.

“The fuCK! There’s a fucking dick in here.”

Belle could feel the tears in her eyes already. Damn it, damn it! She wanted to shout at the woman to just shut up, to let her be, but her throat closed in on her. Her nails dug into her own skin as her heart hammered away. Trying so hard to just shower and get out, Belle hadn’t realized that the angry woman had gotten closer until the land landed on her shoulder.

“Did you fucking hear me?!”

Eyes flying wide, Belle yelped and pulled back hard. Her shoulder slammed back against the wall as he pulled away from the unwanted touch. Her hand pressed over the spot where she could still feel the contact on her skin.

“Are you mute or something? Hey!”

The muttered slurs echoed through Belle’s head. She’d heard them all before. Black, trans, autistic. There were so many ways for people to hate her. It was less a question of if they would and more a question of which slur it would be this time. She could fill a bingo card on bad days.

The tears were already runner down her cheeks and it had barely started. Damn! Damn! Damn it! Forcing the words out, she managed, “D-don-t.”

Lewd Tattoo

@punkrockstringtheory from here:

Having looked around the tattoo parlor he found himself in, considering bringing Mira here at some point, striking up a conversation was more than easy. Though the blue woman’s choice of topic takes Ulric by surprise, forcing a low laugh in response. “Nah, can’t say I did. Are they really?”

Bluebell popped her hip out and placed a hand on it, “Oh yeah. Can’t really even tell the normal tentacles from the mating once until he reaches out and sticks it in,” she traced one of her tentacle tattoos with a finger, “Oh course the whole thing is rather risky for the male. She likes to eat him when it’s all over.”

She’d been in the shop to plan out a new tattoo, the tentacles were still so new but she already wanted more ink. But this time something more symbolic and sweet for her loves. Plotting out that idea was proving far harder.

teenage-and-blue:

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Already caught by the mention of glow in the dark makeup, Lucy jumps at the chance. “Fiiine.”

Stretching the word out, she’s doing her best to look more reluctant than she feels.

“Woooo!” Bluebell jumped excitedly and lunged forward to grab Lucy’s hand, “Come on, sidekick!”

Her smile lit her entire face, green eyes sparkling, “Come on, come on, comeon! Stop being a slowpoke!” she tugged on her hand before giving her a chance to speak, “Everything is back at the Lair.”

“I’m not your sidekick!” Lucy is quick to remind, stumbling along behind Bluebell as she’s tugged forward. “Wait, Lair?”

She was going to get to go to one of those, now? Her reluctance is almost completely gone by now, letting Bluebell take the lead.

“Well I can’t be the sidekick,” Bell huffed, “I’m older than you. That’d be silly.”

Leading the way back to her bike, she suddenly lite up, “OH! We could be a league! Aaahh, but you can’t have a league with only two members,” slowing to a halt, she crossed her arms and scowled at the ground next to her bike, tapping her foot rhythmically, “Alliance? Duo? Dastardly Glitter Twins? See this is why sidekick worked better.”

“What’s the meaning of that tattoo?”

Looking at the speaker, another blue man which was interesting, Bell then looked down at herself. Her tiny shorts let her blue skin show through her sheer tights; her new tattoos, just old enough to expose, showed through. Cartoony black and purple octopus tentacles curled around her legs, coming out of her shorts and wrapping around her upper legs in curls.

Looking back up Bluebell waggled her eyebrows and grinned, her make up an artistic red cat-eye and dramatic brow and lips shimmering. Instead of answering the asked question, she quipped, “Did you know that one of the male octopuses tentacles is actually used for mating?”

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A pile of books with an afro peeking out from behind sighs heavily and asks, “So what class are you regretting every life choice you’ve ever made about?” they shift and wobble precariously, “Calculous is already making me want to cry.”

@moanaialiki from here:

“Sometimes I regret taking European History at times. One time I had an ARGUMENT with a student about how the vikings technically weren’t really the first SAILORS or ^NAVIGATORSacross the ocean seas. Some people are just really stubborn.” She being ONE of those people, even if she was entirely right.

Dropping the books to a table, Belle leaned on them heavily, “Really? Huh… who was then?”

Anything to serve as a distraction from her mind-numbing math homework. Idly she sorted her course books into piles. With a wrinkle to her nose, she pushed the calculus book off the table, then dropped the writing guide on top of it.

“I haven’t really taken much history. I sorta wanted’a but, fuck, I have a gazillion classes as it is and I don’t even know why they are making me take half of this shit,” she played with her necklace, not ever quite meeting the other girl’s eyes, “That already sound so much more fun than what I’m taking.”