Yeyyy finally posting something here! Luckily u guys get better quality cuz insta cropped the hell out if it. I hope u like the Scarab as much as I do!
Drew this the day after Valentine's, so I suppose I could call it late Valentine's art. I just love all the art of Prismo wrapped around scarab, so I wanted to try it out. It was originally just a sketch, but I ended up really liking how it turned out! Might make this my new icon...
(It looks really shitty rn in the post editor, I hope it fixes when I post bc I stg [tumblr]-)
A very tentative first draft of a first chapter of my NSFW Unauthorized wish fic:
Metaphysical Distance
Who knew that having a three dimensional body that’s a manifestation of his two dimensional dream-self who is in turn being dreamt by his real three dimensional self would be uncomfortable.
“A week is nothing Prismo, I’ve been two dimensional for months.”
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Prismo rarely decided to take up a third dimension, but when he did, he found it overwhelming. He never had a reason or desire to experience the time room with more sensation than absolutely necessary. The obnoxious color and strange ehoes give him plenty of headaches as just a two dimensional being. He couldn't fathom the additional layers of sensation that came with being three dimensional adding anything but irritation to his existence in the time room. But, a certain former God auditor had a knack for coaxing prismo out of his comfort zone.
"Scrabby come on, a whole week??”
Prismo didn’t like this manifested physical form. He didn’t hate it either. He had complicated feelings about the body, it had a sort of twisted similarity to the way his real human body looked when it was younger. He couldn't remember much about his mortal life, only snapshot flashes of who he used to be. Somewhere deep in his head he could vaguely see a young adult with dark skin, curly hair, and a square jaw. This body was like the one he lived his mortal life in, but geometrically dilated. Who knew that having a three dimensional body that’s a manifestation of his two dimensional dream-self who is in turn being dreamt by his real three dimensional self would be uncomfortable.
“A week is nothing Prismo, I’ve been two dimensional for months.”
The extended metaphysical distance from his real body to this body meant his control over how this form appeared was loose at best. Prismo loomed awkwardly above scarab, his back hunching uncomfortably in the middle so their gazes met. Prismo felt absolutely ridiculous, from the sensation of air in his lungs to the embarrassing heat he could feel in his face. He felt absolutely exposed, despite the apparent lack of genitalia. The form was probably over 7 feet tall, though Prismo had never bothered to measure.
Prismo tried his best to pout at Scarab, which must have been at least semi successful because Scarab responded.
“Oh don’t act so down, a new experience might improve your mental state Prismo. When was the last time you were truly uncomfortable?”
Prismo wrinkled his nose at Scarab’s response. “But I don’t like it.” But Prismo also knew Scarab, analytical as observant as ever, was right. He had very few opportunities to experience anything new for himself. The opportunities Prismo was presented with he vigorously ignored. Nebulous vibrations that carried the thrall of the time core had distorted Prismo’s experience of time for so long. Slipping into the comfortable numbness that in turn bled into despair had been so easy for just as long. Loving and losing was difficult, even for a god. Especially for a god. Numbness had always been preferable to potential despair.
Scarab, completely oblivious to Prismo’s inner turmoil, rolled his eyes behind his red mask. “It’s only a week, you’ll be fine. I've been dealing with things in a different dimension for months! It's only fair.” Scarab finished his statement by flourishing his hand through the air. Prismo could feel his eyes rolling in his skull to follow the movement. The flexing and tightening of his new, tiny ocular muscles was distracting, but not as distracting as Scarab himself. Prismo found the movement so distracting with his unfamiliar eyes he didn’t even realize Scarab had turned and moved away from him.
Prismo straightened, reveling in the odd sensation of his back muscles contracting. Prismo wasn’t exceedingly muscular but he also wasn’t slim, he felt gangly in his body. He lifted his hands and arms into his field of vision. Splaying and unspalying his long fingers. He could see the veins on his arms. When he moves his fingers, he can see the muscles moving in his forearms. Looking down at his abdomen, he watched his hands touch his own skin. It felt soft and warm, his muscles twitched away from his hand reflexively, not accustomed to touch. He took in a shuddering breath and looked up to where Scarab sat on his laptop a good distance away.
“Can’t we just redo the bet?? I’ll do all the cleaning for a month!” Prismo had to shout for Scarab to hear his voice from across the room. Normally he could just project his voice artificially but nooooo he has to have human vocal cords now.
Scarab didn’t even look up from his laptop “no, you agreed to this.”
Prismo groaned, walking away slumped dramatically with his hands on his head.
“And put some clothes on!” The insectoid shouted to his back.
***
As soon as Prismo left the room, Scarab parted his mask to try and expel the heat that had bubbled up onto his face from his lower abdomen during the interaction with Prismo.
He let out an embarrassing “Hhhhnnggghh-” that trailed off into a chirp.
Prismo was fucking massive. Scarab knew the wishmaster had a third dimensional form he rarely used, but he did not expect the body of a 7’3” baseball player. He guesses he shouldn't be too surprised, Prismo had a tendency to occupy a whole room by himself as a shadow. It was probably a result of his large personality.
Scarab found himself scoffing at his own thoughts about Prismo, he took a couple of deep breaths, feeling the roil behind his pelvic plates begin to subside. Being worked up over his company assigned roommate was not only inconvenient and mortifying, it was unprofessional.
Scarab had been so excited to have a break from his two dimensional form he'd forgotten how inconvenient his real body could be. It was so easy to ignore base impulses when you didn't have organs that fed them. That's not to say Scarab had never had an errant thought about Prismo. The pleasant tingling sensation when they touched as two dimensional beings. The comfortable overlap that sometimes happened when they sat next to each other. It's only natural he rationalized any conscious being would have such thoughts in a similar situation. Suddenly, he wondered if Prismo had the same thoughts as him. Suddenly, the heat around his groin was back.
***
Prismo was far too clumsy to be around his real human body and it would be like super embarrassing if Scarab saw how bad he was at using this body. So, he had fallen down at least four times during his trek from the wishmaking room to the pickle room. Prismo hadn’t ever had bruises in this body before, he’d felt pain but he’d never seen any of the physical effects. Knowing he could cause actual physical damage to himself made him want to tiptoe around any potential obstacles. . . which he would do as soon as he could figure out his legs.
Alone, Prismo summoned a mirror, but didnt raise his eyes to look into it. If he was going to have this body for a whole week, he should probably get to know it. He looked down at his unfamiliar figure. It was so different from his actual human body, and so sensitive. He looked up make eye contact with his reflection In the mirror.
“Alright Prismo” he said to himself, watching the way his reflected lips Parted and moved. The deep rumbling sensation of his own voice in his chest was unnerving. “What do you remember about humans?”
He started with his face. Blue eyes and soft pink skin were framed by moderately large ears and short - also pink - curly hair. Pulling back his lips revealed white teeth and pink-red gums. He stuck out his tongue and unconsciously furrowed his brow at its length. Do all humans have such long tongues? He shrugged and moved back from the mirror, a moment of pride washed over him at how easily the expressions were coming now.
“Phew okay”
His eyes moved slowly from his face, down to where he could see the tendons in his neck connect to his clavicle. His hands at his sides, he moved his shoulders slowly, testing his range of motion by rolling them. Do all humans have shoulders that move like this? That look like this? They seem wide. He moved to examine his chest and abdomen. He realized he had no hair except for what was on his head. Which seemed weird because his real human body had like so much hair.
This body breathed air, got hungry, got thirsty, just like all human bodies. Prismo watched his chest expand and contract. He watched his pectorals move apart slightly and come back to rest. He watched the small shift of his ribs as they moved to accommodate his lungs. His hand moved to hover over the middle of his chest for a moment before he brought it to rest on his sternum. The heart that was his beat fast and hard.. He felt a pang of anxiety. Were human hearts supposed to beat this fast? What if the heartbeat stopped? He didn't want it to stop. It's not like he could die, but still.
He physically shook himself to rid the thought, felt fine so he was fine right? His hand felt large and hot against his chest. He brought both of his hands up to his neck and ran them down his chest. “Ah!” he gave a sharp short cry when they brushed his nipples and, like he'd touched a hot stove, he jerked away from his own chest.
His eyes caught at the gentle line down The center of his abdomen. He moved to touch himself just below the navel, this time powering through the initial shock of the touch with a hiss. His muscles twitched in reaction to the touch. His head lifted, eyebrows creased and eyes closed as he let out a soft moan. God this is embarassing, turned on just by touching his stomach??? what would scrabby think. His eyes shot open as he felt blood rushing to his groin area at the thought of his roommate.
His eyes raced quickly from the outline of his hips, to his lower abdominal muscles, to where his cock stood at attention. He gasped and jumped away from where he was standing only to immediately scuttle back in front of the mirror. Prismo wasn't particularly good at spatial Reasoning, but he was pretty sure it was large. It was at least bigger than his hand from the tip of his middle finger to the end of his palm.
“Hah Hah hahhhhh” his exhalations trailed off and his hands covered his flushed face in embarrassment. He was definitely going to have to wear clothes now.
***
“Oh my god scrabbyyyyy” prismo groaned.
The former God auditor had just fully seated himself on Prismo's cock. Prismo was trying his best not to cum.
Scarab chittered and huffed “Prismo we've only just started, don't tell me you're close already?”
Prismo’s right arm moved from where he was gripping the sheets with his hand to cover his eyes with his forearm. Scarab could be so mean. Prismo bit his lip and breathed heavily, trying not to think about how big his cock was compared to scarab, how scarab was stretching so much just for him. He gave a high pitched whine and a tiny roll of his hips that only served to make his eyes roll back in his skull.
“mph” scarab grunted “none of that now.”
Scarab’s beautiful red hand covered only a small part of Prismos forearm, but gripped with surprising strength. Scarab forcefully moved both of Prismo's arms so they were pinned at 45 degree angles next to his chest.
Once Prismo's red tear filled face was revealed, Scarab clicked his mandibles “just watch me,” he murmured softly, reassuring the much larger god. “you're doing so well.” scarab gently moved Prismos' hands to his hips. Prismo’s hands just stayed there loosely until Scarab slowly lifted himself an inch or two off Prismo's cock. The tentacles surrounding his sex gripped lightly onto prismo, creating a sort of suction. Scarab dropped down quickly pulling a pleased buzzing noise from Scarab and a choked sob from Prismo.
“You're s- so good.” prismo groaned and rocked his hips, the sensation itself nearly overwhelmed by the pleasure he got just watching Scarabs reaction. Scarab rode the buck of his hips, front tentacles grinding against Prismo’s pelvis, hole squeezing around him.
Prismo slid his hands from Scarab’s hips to his waist and noticed two things. The first alone was enough to drive him over the edge, Prismo’s hands were so large they engulfed the entirety of Scarab’s small waist and overlapped significantly. The second was the hard outline of his cock inside scarab, bulging in the front of scarabs abdomen.
“fuck scrabby!”
He saw white, and woke up with a half moan half yell from the second dream about Scarab he’d had in as many days.
So a bunch of people said they wanted to see this so um. Here! Have
this super rough Pwish animatic of No Children I sketched in my
notebook and put together in iMovie. It's not perfect and some of the drawings in the beginning are pretty rough but-
Please be nice to me TvT
It's based on my own headcannons and a one-shot fic ab them
having been close in the past that Im not finished with so.
If you'd like to know more ab it or you're confused by some of the
things in this, please ask! I'd love to explain/ramble!
Also don't. Don't worry ab the filler image l used.
