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Trick

Since Pierrot performed the ticket-swapping trick, it's likely he can do much more. After all, his experience must be vast. As well as more reasons to make the MC smile. But of course, this is just my guess. 😌

peachycarnival

A few days ago, @that-one-weird-simp and I had a funny conversation on one of destinysquared's posts. We were talking about what might turn the TFC guys on. It occurred to me that the smell of paint might turn them on, and since MC could be an artist and constantly covered in paint, this would be an unintentional invitation for them.

Thank you so much for this, I haven't been able to stop laughing while drawing it! I'm not sure if I should share this here or if I should create another account to post my occasional art. Oh yeah! the post in question : Here

polilla-art

I finished the art with the dressed-up girls and added a small bonus to it( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(Версия с русским текстом лежит у меня в тг канале, так как тут в бабблах не уместилось бы два варианта текста)

skoglandskap

sanfangzhu

mklgndl

Come and save me, I'm so far gone.

vals-lente

The male siren who works at the same bar as you can only transform through skin-on-skin contact with a human. The bar has become twice as popular ever since he was hired, which is great news for your boss. The task of helping your coworker shift between forms is entirely up to you, and touching his shoulder or arm is usually enough.

Lately the transition time has been taking longer and longer, leaving the siren drained of energy and panting by the time he transitions into his human form. You can tell something is wrong, so you ask. He's visibly embarrassed as he tells you that he needs more contact to shift properly, and all the previous times he's been forcing it.

You let him know you're more than okay with it, and end up hugging him awkwardly over the edge of the blowup bathtub that's been set up for him in the backroom. He's in his human form almost in the blink of an eye, and you share a triumphant laugh. A week passes just fine, but by the eighth day, he's having a hard time once again. It doesn't help that he's supposed to go on stage in ten minutes.

He's stressing out, tugging at his hair and chirping in distress. You've never heard him make that sound before. You decide to clamber into the bathtub with him. Water splashes everywhere as he flails in confusion for a second, but he calms down the moment you wrap your arms around him. A small trill of content escapes him. After a minute he taps you on the shoulder, and you realize it worked. You get out and let him get ready while you squeeze the water out of your clothes as best as you can.

He brushes his cheek against yours affectionately, thanking you before he dashes onto the stage. His voice is particularly enchanting that night.