Mina’s Momo Milkers


Class 1-A needed a pick-me-up. After a grueling three-day long, large-scale natural disaster simulation, they were exhausted. Even a post-exercise shower had limited restoration, the aches and pains of physical exertion wearing on even Shoji, Midoriya, and Bakugou.


They had dropped like flies on the bus ride back to the dorms. It took some of the edge off, but 1-A staggered off the bus.

It started with Jiro. Monoma had always had an easier time riding her up, as sensitive about her appearance as she was. She was, subjectively, the least attractive girl in the entire hero course. Or, at least, she had been.


But then she began to change. He'd initially dismissed it as her finally hitting puberty, but she'd smirked when he tried to tease her about being a late bloomer.


Next came Hagakure. She was in a rela

Chris groaned, laying in bed. Being sick sucked. It was time out without any of the enjoyment. And he still needed to get up and take care of his micros. They were obviously worried, Tifa, Nami, Juliet, Hinata, Sakura, Samus, and Super Girl were all looking at him in concern. Thankfully, they were immune, but he still wasn't sure if he'd be able to take care of them today. He groaned in his sickbed, “I'll have to call for takeout,” he mumbled, and started coughing.
Hinata took a step

Author’s
Notes: A Commission.
Cosplayer
Collection
The
weather was nearly perfect, just enough sun, not too much humidity.
Oh sure, some of the more extreme cosplayers would probably be
suffering, Chris reflected, but that was always the case when they
entombed themselves in a costume rather than simply wearing one. As
for him, he had his camera, which he checked again. The batteries
were full. The settings were correct, at least, to the extent that
the untested settings said they were working

Collector's Edition
"...fifty four."
The manager finished reading off the numbers from the ticket stub.
Chris grumbled. He hadn't won this round either, despite having
bought five tickets. It may not sound like much, but each one was
twenty five dollars. He might have bought more, but he was tapped,
and technically nobody was supposed to have more than four anyway.
With the prizes the store was giving out, they really didn't want
repeat winners if they could help it.
Off to his side,

Author's Notes: Another Commission!


How To Treat A Guest


Lady Treleis lingered in the drawing room. A snifter of brandy rested in the palm of her scaled hand. It was already evening, but she didn't bother with candles, her sight was keen enough not to need them, and besides, the stars shone through the windows. Her eyes studied them, and slowly, she lifted the snifter to her nose and enjoyed it's bouquet before taking a sip.

Lady Delo would be arriving tomorrow. Another visit. The si

Author's Notes: Another commission. All character portrayed are 18 or older.


Time Together


Bianca didn't look away from her painting when he sat down beside her. The water rose and fell, waves cresting and falling. Her paintbrush moved across the canvas, and she began to hum. He looked at her when she did that, but blinked, folding his hands together and looked back to the bay. Bianca's lip quirked, and she lowered her brush. "What do you think?"

Ash looked at the painting