kaleidoclub pilot

SHRIEK: -I think the most important thing is- [[Frost]] snaps out of his mental fog, trying to look like he'd been paying attention to what's been talked about this whole time. //What are they on about now? What…[[time->p2]] is it?//

[[TONIC]]: Can you really define a "most" with dollplay, though, [[Shriek]]? //....ah. [[This->p3]].//

The mouse leans back in his seat slightly, throwing in a subtle nod every so often, as if he has any horse in this race. The Kaleidoclub had many meetings like this, discussing kink, discussing sexuality, the works... ...He had never really felt a part of it, and this was no different. Something for other people to engage with. SHRIEK: Well...maybe, maybe not, but for me, it's definitely the intimacy. IVORY: Second that. [[Ivory]] slides into the conversation. IVORY: A lot of trust involved there. SHRIEK: Right! It's all about trust. Shriek nods sagely. TONIC: I can't argue against that, by any means...trust is what you want in any power dynamic play. TONIC: [[But…->p4]]

There's a glint in Tonic's eyes. TONIC: What about control? TONIC: You can't deny that control's an important element- one that goes hand in hand with trust. //Trust this, control that....// Frost doesn't let any expression change on his face, doing his best to make it look like he was paying attention, but not too interested. Ivory smirks, his expression flirtatious. IVORY: Sometimes you just want to let another person lead with infinite freedom. Frost's ear twitches. //...infinite freedom... No, no, don't- don't think about that. They're all just on about their [[weird shit->p5]] again.//

SHRIEK: There's definitely a thrill to it... Shriek leans over onto his paw. SHRIEK: I just wish I was better at the domination part. SHRIEK: Whenever Ivory and I try scenes, I'm always too soft about it. IVORY: Think you can build up to it, give it time. SHRIEK: Yeah, but...I know you want more! TONIC: Shriek, you're still learning, it's alright. //M....more…// The mouse's ear twitches again, trying not to let his expression grow too noticeably bothered as the mental image of Ivory in rather compromising positions haunts him. //Cmon, as if...it's...not as if…// He lets his gaze wander to the witchy doll to his right. //He...does look pretty soft...and pretty, but-! No, it's out of the question. Scoring with anyone, let alone a guy like that…// The doll's glowing pupils shift, looking back at the mouse. //[[Fuck-!->p6]]//

He immediately looks away, the tiniest bit of blush creeping onto his cheeks. //Did he notice? No, he must've just glanced over- people do that! It’s fine!// The doll can't help but snicker to himself, dread building in Frost’s chest. //Oh god, he totally [[noticed->p7]].//

SHRIEK: I want to go further with this, though, Tonic...I hear about the kind of stuff you and him do and I'm so jealous... Shriek lets out a huge sigh, flopping onto the table with a heavy "whumph". SHRIEK: I need somebody to teach me at this point. SHRIEK: Just fucking tutor me already. IVORY: I'm sure someone's willing. TONIC: That someone can be me, for that matter. Tonic gives Shriek's back a pat, the slime-filled bear smiling a little at that. TONIC: We can do some lessons sometime, alright? SHRIEK: You mean that? I know y'all are busy... TONIC: This is important to you, right? A tiny twinge in Frost's chest. SHRIEK: Of course! It's something I really want... TONIC: Then we'll work on it together. TONIC: And I'm sure Ivory wouldn't mind joining in as a helper… IVORY: Not in the [[slightest->p8]].

Whatever the next conversation topic is, Frost doesn't hear it entirely. Something about techniques, more about the nature of all this stuff... His mind is too occupied, thoughts racing. //They're going to- I shouldn't be thinking about this. It's...intruding, or some shit, to think about Ivory like that. It's not like they're a closed relationship, I'm pretty sure Ivory would cuddle up to literally any of us in the club- But I'm like. I can't be included in that. He probably barely knows I exist. I'm just some tiny airbag of a mouse. No one would want that. ...let alone for a dom…// He can't help but let a grimace settle onto his face as he sits there, all efforts spent trying to avoid thinking about the doll in all sorts of poses and situations in vain. The doll would every once in a while look over at the mouse, being less than subtle about it each time. Each time, he’d think it was just a chance- //But there’s no way. Not with the way it [[lingers-->p9]]//

Frost manages to catch the longest glance, nearly startling out of his hunched pose and immediately getting up out of his chair, leaving a cold wind in his wake as he walks towards the club room's counters and sink. //Close one, he could have- I don't know. I don't want to know [[what->p10]] he thinks of me at this point-//

Tonic raises a brow, his tone concerned. TONIC: Are you alright, Frost? FROST: Y-yeah! His voice comes out strained. FROST: I'm just gonna clean up the snacks and stuff. The doll speaks up. IVORY: You need any [[help->p11]] with that? FROST: I, uh!

SHRIEK: That'd be really appreciated, Ives… Shriek’s already starting to pack up his stuff. SHRIEK: I didn't realize how late it was, shit- TONIC: Relax, it's not too bad of a walk home. And besides, I'll protect you. Tonic can't help but chuckle, helping the bear out with getting his backpack in order. TONIC: You two get home safe as well, alright? IVORY: I should be fine. The doll turns toward Frost, a smile on his face. IVORY: Shall we? FROST: S...sure. He manages to smile back as best he can, hoping it comes off more neutral than he’s feeling. FROST: You get the plates put away, I'll get stuff in the fridge... IVORY: On it. The doll gets to work pretty quickly, tail swishing as he does. Every bit of movement catches Frost's eye, some moments spent staring a little too long. //G...get a [[fucking grip->p12]], man…//

FROST: So, uh...were the fruit slices okay? FROST: We tried to bring them straight from work, freshly picked today... IVORY: They were good, think everyone appreciated them. FROST: Barely any left, so...probably, yeah. He finishes packing up the last of the fresh fruit, tucking them into his messenger bag. FROST: ...sorry that I wasn't too chatty today. FROST: M..more of a wallflower, I guess. IVORY: Was there something wrong? FROST: N-no! No, just- FROST: ...I'm not used to talking about that kind of thing. FROST: Not really something our system is known for, anyway. IVORY: What do you mean? FROST: The most you really get here is like... //Oh god, what am I [[doing->p13]]-//

FROST: Some people wouldn't mind settling down with somebody else. FROST: Sometimes people have a passing interest in something weird, and it either sticks around a little and isn't much of an issue, or is just some kinda phase. FROST: ...so, makes sense people really wouldn't see us being interested in something like that. IVORY: What conversation got you, tell me. FROST: ... He rolled up a family sized bag of chips, making sure to clip it. FROST: I...wouldn't be very good at the stuff you guys were talking about. FROST: That's all. IVORY: Why [[not->p14]]?

He turns to face the doll, raising a brow as he looks up at Ivory. FROST: Do I look physically capable of taking charge of somebody like that? FROST: The most we can do is gardening work, and while it's a lot of lifting...we need braces for it, and a lot of rest after. FROST: Besides, I'm...kind of scrawny. IVORY: You don't need to be big. FROST: Can't imagine it's threatening though, right? He leans back against the counter, the air growing colder around him. FROST: I...just don't think I'd be a good fit for it. //Even if... ...I [[want->p15]] to be.//

IVORY: You [[could->p16]] be.

A little thrill runs down his back, the mouse immediately turning to finish packing up his stuff. FROST: ...I don't think I'd be able to find anyone i-interested. FROST: Even if I could. FROST: ...and I've never done that kind of thing before. FROST: I'd...probably just embarrass myself... IVORY: Think you just need a bit of a confidence boost really. IVORY: All about the attitude. FROST: ... He’s quiet for a few moments, zipping up his bag. //Wh... What am I thinking, this is- This is stupid, this is crazy, I [[can't-->p17]]//

His next words come out soft, hesitant. FROST: W...would you...teach someone other than S-shriek? IVORY: Don't see why not? He turns around, looking over his shoulder with an indiscernible expression. FROST: ...including me? //He can't be attracted to me, not **really**-// IVORY: Would you like that? Frost doesn't say anything, managing [[a nod->p18]].

Ivory wraps up with putting the plating and utensils away. IVORY: From the start then, what do you want? //Oh, god.// FROST: ...control. FROST: Like Tonic was saying. FROST: A-and I would- FROST: I would want to try sadism stuff, but I know I physically can't, I don't have enough strength for that- IVORY: Define sadism. FROST: Just...causing...pain, I guess. FROST: To a sub. FROST: ...only in a way they'd like, though. IVORY: Keep going. FROST: Things...like s- FROST: -spanking. FROST: And pushing a sub around. FROST: And biting- He can feel his face heating up with each thing listed off. IVORY: I'm a fan of that last one in particular. FROST: I've never gotten the chance to- to actually do it. FROST: Any of this. FROST: I don't even know how I'd do. IVORY: But you've been thinking. FROST: ...yeah. FROST: More than I probably should be. IVORY: You're [[fine.->p19]] FROST: ...

He clenches his hands into fists, unclenching after a moment. FROST: I c-could...get your number. FROST: And text you when I'm ready to try things. FROST: ...I'm not ready to tell the group about this, so...direct texting would...probably be best. IVORY: We can do that, keep it between us for now. Frost fishes his phone out of his pocket, fumbling with it a little before passing it over. FROST: Just...go ahead and plug that in. The doll fills it out with surprising finesse despite the size of his gloves, and passes it back. IVORY: There. He takes it carefully, checking what the doll had punched in. IVORY: Everything okay? FROST: Yeah, just...been a while since I've gotten someone's number even remotely like this. IVORY: [[Really?->p20]]

FROST: It's...I guess it's...kind of relevant. He slips his messenger bag on, stretching out. FROST: ...you really interested in that kind of thing? IVORY: Are you that surprised? FROST: ...guess not... FROST: You're nice to everybody, and I know you listen to their problems... FROST: ...I just don't include myself in that, I guess. He shrugs, heading for the door. FROST: ...We can talk on the way back to my place, if you're really that curious. FROST: You're in the same building, right? IVORY: Mmmhmm. IVORY: You wanna lead the way? FROST: ...yeah. He lets Ivory leave the room first, making sure to turn the light off and [[lock up.->p21]]

For the first stretch of the walk, Frost doesn't speak- his mind too caught up in what to do, what to say. //Why did I...volunteer all that? Talking about my relationships, like- he doesn't want to hear that! ...well, he said he did, actually. And I guess I'm repaying him for a tutoring session...// FROST: ...We've only been in two relationships, even though we're 32. FROST: Most of it was when we were younger, too. His voice comes out soft and clearly unsure of himself. FROST: ....never anything that lasted more than like, two years tops, and that was back when it was that goofy kind of teenage love that doesn't stick around. FROST: Feels like our chances have just gotten worse the older we get. IVORY: You've still got plenty of time, I wouldn't worry. FROST: Easy for you to say, you're, like…[[immortal->p23]] or something, right?

IVORY: Not truly immortal but... effectively by the average person's standards. FROST: You've got a lot more time than we have, then. FROST: ...sorry, I...don't mean to be a dick. Just hard to imagine this working out for us, especially when we don't agree on what we'd want. FROST: Most people in our head aren't even invested in the idea of it. IVORY: That's tricky. FROST: ...yeah. FROST: The two times we were dating someone pretty much put everybody off of it. FROST: I think Pecan's the only one who's really interested in it, and he's...not the casual hookup kind of guy. FROST: More the "settle down and get married and move to the woods" type. IVORY: And what about [[you->p24]]?

He pauses. //What do I even say here? I don't want to get married to anybody or anything, at least not right now, but the idea of just hooking up and never seeing someone again...// FROST: ...casual sex as a concept is scary, and I don't want to just be seen as a piece of meat, or some kind of trophy. FROST: Had enough of that. FROST: But... FROST: ... FROST: ...I want to figure out whether this is the right route to take. FROST: I'm not- I'm not saying we should go out, or any shit like that. FROST: I barely know you, and you barely know me. FROST: A-and I still think I'm going to be shit at this. FROST: But it's. It's the closest thing to what I want. FROST: I want to see if I can actually do it. IVORY: Sounds like you want a friend... with a bit more. Frost blinks, thinking that over. FROST: ...somehow, I hadn't really considered that an option. IVORY: Does it appeal at all? FROST: Yeah, that's... FROST: [[Yeah.->p25]]

//No strings attached... No commitment beyond friendship.// FROST: A...at the very least, someone to experiment with...who would like this stuff. FROST: Who'd find it fun. IVORY: I'm all about experimentation so... you might be at the right place. FROST: Are you, like… He struggles for a good way to word it. FROST: You're not gonna be like, disappointed with the fact that I need that distance? FROST: B-because, like- FROST: I don't...know if I'd be good for anyone, anyway. FROST: And I don't think any of us are ready for that kind of position. IVORY: I mean, what would that require exactly? FROST: Yknow, just...being in a c-committed relationship. FROST: ...I'm not used to the whole "friends with benefits" thing, so I might, uh, need some walking through it. FROST: What...would you want out of it? IVORY: Just some good company really. The doll gives him a warm look. Frost nods, taking it in before his own look softens. FROST: I...can [[try->p26]] to give that.

The two of them approach the apartment complex, Frost pausing to push and hold the door open for Ivory. Ivory gives a little bow before entering ahead, swishing his hips visibly. //...okay, he's doing that on purpose now.// The mental image of swatting at Ivory's ass as he passes by fills the mouse's head, Frost trying to push it away. FROST: You, uh... want me to walk you back to your place? IVORY: Wouldn't be opposed, you okay with that? FROST: Y-yeah. Which floor? IVORY: 3rd. FROST: Elevator okay? IVORY: Mmhmm. Tired? FROST: Little bit... Frost’s expression has a hint of guilt. FROST: I'm on the same floor, [[at least.->p27]]

He leads the doll over to the elevator, letting out a sigh of relief as it opens immediately. IVORY: You okay? FROST: Yeah, just...wish I wasn't all- He pats one of his arms, the limb indenting for a moment even with the hoodie on. FROST: That. FROST: Don’t exactly feel sturdy. He steps inside the elevator, making room for Ivory. IVORY: Don't see a problem at all. The doll scoots in next to him. Frost presses the button for the third floor, leaning back against the wall as the lift starts going [[up->p28]].

There’s quiet for a few moments. FROST: ...thanks. FROST: For being cool about everything. IVORY: I mean why wouldn't I be? FROST: Good number of people I've met weren't. FROST: The club's good to us, obviously, but... FROST: ...not everybody's as [[nice->p29]] as you. IVORY: Mm…

The elevator passes the second floor. FROST: I'm...glad to know it doesn't bother you, though. FROST: C-considering what we're talking about doing. IVORY: I'd let you know if it did. The mouse can't help but smile, just a little. //...he's way kinder than he should be... Does...being a fiend that old make you like that? Like, maybe he found inner peace or something... Probably would be [[rude->p30]] to ask, though-//

The elevator dings, startling Frost out of his thoughts. FROST: Alright...lead the way. The doll pauses to offer a [[hand->p31]].

The mouse hesitates before taking it, doing his best not to shake. //His gloves are soft...// Ivory smiles at him again, clearly noticing something. Frost doesn’t know what to do at first, having to take a moment before giving the tiniest hint of a smile back. IVORY: Cute. The smile almost disappears for a moment, covered up by a shy expression and a pile of blush. FROST: N...not as much as you. FROST: I can't believe you'd actually flirt with me… IVORY: Wanted to test the waters. FROST: ...how're the results looking? IVORY: Good I think. FROST: ...I'm glad. His [[smile->p32]] grows back to a properly visible size. IVORY: That's good…

Frost gives the doll's hand a squeeze, pointing to a door down the hall. FROST: That's yours, right? FROST: Number seems familiar. IVORY: Mmhmm. Frost slows down, hesitant to let go of the doll's hand just yet. IVORY: Are you okay? FROST: Yeah, just...thanks. FROST: Again. FROST: Haven't held somebody's hand in a long time. He slowly lets go, putting his hands in his hoodie pocket- //...I want it to stay [[warm->p33]].//

FROST: You get some rest, alright? IVORY: Going to be okay making the rest of the way on your own? FROST: I'm just down the hall the way we came, no big deal. He starts shuffling back, giving a little wave. FROST: Gnight, Ivory. IVORY: Night, feel free to message me [[anytime->p34]].

[[//Zzzzz....//->p35]]

LORE: You’re making a mistake. The [[feral cat]] has her arms crossed at Frost, her leg jiggling in the armchair across from him. LORE: You’d think you’d have learned your lesson years ago. LORE: [[Rest of us->p36]] did.

Frost chooses not to acknowledge it, continuing to flip through channels on the cabin’s tiny TV, the screen showing distorted and abstract visuals no matter how many he sifts through. //Here she goes. I knew somebody was going to do this.// LORE: What makes you think this guy’s going to sweep you off your feet? LORE: He’s…he’s //ancient!// He’s some kind of vampire! LORE: Who knows what shit he’s up to magically- FROST: He makes dolls, Lore. FROST: And last I checked, Comorbid’s a lot more dangerous than he is. //…at least, I think so.// FROST: You’ve got friends over //there//, don’t you? Lore shuts her mouth, giving him a stern stink eye. FROST: That’s what I [[thought->p37]].

The headspace the Greenhouse system shared was a bit more volatile during dreams, but it’s clear enough now that Frost can feel his other cabinmate, [[Pecan]], enter the room. PECAN: I dunno! PECAN: I think it’s a little risky too… PECAN: But maybe it’d be good for Frost! LORE: Good //how//? LORE: The last thing we need is someone taking unnecessary risks just in order to get their rocks off. LORE: We haven’t needed to do anything like that in years. No point to it now. //Maybe **you** haven’t, but-// FROST: I’m [[right here->p38]], you know.

The two others press on as if he hadn’t said anything, causing the wasp to slump further down onto the couch. PECAN: All I’m saying is that Frost needs some friends! FROST: (text-style:"subscript","condense")[oh my god please stop ] PECAN: Ivory said he wants to be //friends!// PECAN: Just…weird friends! LORE: Uh huh. FROST: Can we- FROST: Can we //please// stop discussing my sex life. LORE: You shouldn’t even be- PECAN: Lore, he’s a grown man. PECAN: He can have weird sex if he wants! FROST: It’s not-! FROST: Can you //please//, //**please**// stop calling it [[weird->p39]]. PECAN: I mean, //objectively-//

Frost slings a pillow at Pecan’s head, getting a surprised laugh out of Lore- only for him to fire the other one right beside it at her. FROST: I don’t need to put up with you two tonight. Fuck’s sake. PECAN: F-frost! The wasp hauls himself off of the couch, making a beeline for and practically storming up the stairs to the upper level. LORE: Let him [[pout->p40]] if he wants. PECAN: Was I too hard on him…? FROST: Good**night**.

He slams the door of his room hard enough to shake the cabin’s walls, taking a moment to catch his breath- fists clenched, the inhale coming in shaky. //The fuck do they know, anyway… None of them have even ever thought about BDSM! They don’t know what it’s about! …not like I’m some expert, but… I… Agh…// He stumbles over to his bed and flops onto it, burying his face in the pillow and letting out a frustrated, muffled yell. //Worst part is, the fucking second I’m alone… I’m thinking about him already. I should have said something cool. I should have like… I should have been a little flirty before heading off. …I wonder if he’s thinking about me back…// His thoughts wander, trailing off to the fantasies he was having earlier during the club meeting. //I mean… If it’s a dream, that means it’s like…subconscious, right? Besides, he liked [[teasing->p41]] me. He’d probably be. Okay? With me thinking about stuff a bit… Just…just a little.//

It’s [[more->p42]] than just a little.

[[Zzzz---!->p43]]

Frost wakes with a start, painfully aware of the cold sweat dripping down his head and the painful, burning sensation between his legs. //Fuck's sake, I don't even **have** anything down there-// Dream discussions with the rest of the system were no surprise. They happened all the time, just a part of being a concept- //But did those guys really feel a need to weigh in on my- on my **potential** sex life? It's-// Another flash of arousal and he shuffles uncomfortably, rolling onto his side and fumbling for his phone. //I'll...I'll show them. I'll just leave Ivory a cool message. Thank him or [[something->p44]].//

He nearly drops the device multiple times while squinting at the screen, blinded by the light. `[FROST]: hey, you up? i know it's like, 1 AM... [IVORY]: I am now. [FROST]: agh, sorry.... [FROST]: did i wake you up? [IVORY]: Hehe, I'm joking [FROST]: evil...you had me going there. [FROST]: ...i couldnt sleep for too long [IVORY]: What happened? [FROST]: ...argument with my system. it's a concept thing. [FROST]: i guess i just wanted to talk with `[[you->p45]]` instead.`

He pauses, thinking his next words over carefully. `[FROST]: ...would in person be okay? [IVORY]: You remember where I'm at? [FROST]: yeah. just down the hall. [FROST]: you want me to bring anything? think i've got some sodas... [FROST]: ...probably best not to caffeinate this late, though [IVORY]: I'll `[[take the risk->p46]].` Message me if you get lost at all, okay? [FROST]: will do.`

After sneaking out with a bag of soda bottles in hand, Frost heads down the hall, his chest tightening with every step. //G-going to someone's place like this...Right after we agreed to be friends with benefits... Fuck, I must look desperate.// Eventually, he reaches Ivory's door, knocking lightly. IVORY: That you? FROST: Yeah... He keeps his voice down low. FROST: Brought the cola. There’s the audible sound of something being unlocked, the door cracked just a nudge open. IVORY: Come right in. He slips [[inside->p47]], the air around him clearly getting colder as he did.

Ivory had managed to already flop onto the couch, hair messy and clad in PJs. Frost can't help but turn a bit pink at the sight, closing and locking the door carefully behind him. The mouse himself is in a hoodie and sweatpants, clearly looking just as casual. //H...he's really cute...// FROST: S-sorry to bother you this late. IVORY: It's fine, I'll sleep it off later. Frost shuffles over to the spare space on the couch, rifling through the bag and pulling out a bottle. FROST: ...token of our new [[friendship->p48]].

The doll leans in and grabs it, not too rough. IVORY: Gladly taken. FROST: You usually up this late? IVORY: Depends on the day, 1 AM's not that late for me. FROST: We usually gotta get up early, so... He sighs. FROST: Early bedtime. FROST: Today's a Friday, at least. IVORY: Ah. Work? FROST: Yeah...farmer's life, right? IVORY: Is what it is. FROST: Yeah... He takes a sip of his own soda, trying to figure out what to say next. //I invited myself over, and all I can do is small talk... ...all while he's looking like he's ready for bed, I didn't think that through-// IVORY: [[So....->p49]]

Ivory keeps his eyes focused on Frost. Frost catches the doll's glance and blushes again, forcing himself not to look away shyly. //His hair is so cute like that, all...messed up...// A brief flash in his mind, picturing it even more ruffled. //Hgh.// FROST: S-so...I, uh... FROST: ...I was thinking more about the, uh...offer. FROST: The one that you made. The doll's glowing eyes flicker. IVORY: [[Continue->p50]].

FROST: I guess I just- FROST: Don't know where to start. FROST: But I want to. IVORY: What sounds exciting right now? FROST: Mmgh. He blushes a little more, clearly wanting to say something but not sure how. IVORY: You got this. FROST: ...like the way your hair looks. The words come out quiet. IVORY: You can [[touch it->p51]] if you want.

Frost hesitates, his hand hovering for a moment before reaching out and stroking the doll's hair, running his claws through it. //It's s-so soft... I... I want to **pull** it....// IVORY: How is it? FROST: R-really nice... //I want to pull it, i want to mess it up more, I want to make him look so-!// IVORY: Have some fun with it. FROST: ...you sure? IVORY: Mmhmm. He lets his fingers linger before grabbing some of it, mussing it up. IVORY: You wanted that pretty bad. FROST: Mmmgh. He manages a nod, pulling his hand back to look at [[what he'd done->p52]] to the doll.

<img src="./images/52.png"> [[A complete mess->p53]].

He can feel himself burning up, but the air around him just grows colder as his hair and neck ruff whip around a little more. FROST: You look really good like this… IVORY: I look like I just got out of bed. FROST: That's not a bad look, though- He manages to reach forward again, this time taking some hair in hand and- //I th-think that book I read years ago said-// -pulled upwards and to the side, making sure not to put too much pressure on his scalp. //-that doing it like this hurts less.// IVORY: Trying to be a little rougher this time? FROST: Y...yeah. His hand is shaking, but judging from the focused expression on the mouse's face, he’s clearly into [[every second->p54]]. IVORY: Explore then.

FROST: J...just give me a second. He pulls his hand back, giving Ivory's hair a quick pat back into place before leaning back against the couch and taking a deep breath. FROST: You okay? He nods. FROST: Think...I might need some coaxing. FROST: Never a-actually got the chance to do any of this kind of thing, and I'm- FROST: I'm really nervous- IVORY: Try grabbing a spot, somewhere that looks nice. FROST: ...everywhere kind of looks nice with you, man… He looks incredibly embarrassed. IVORY: Then you know what you have to do. That gets another long exhale out of the concept, Frost closing his eyes and counting to five before opening them back up- //I can do this.// -and resting his hand on Ivory's closest thigh. IVORY: I'm not surprised at all. FROST: I mean, they're- His face is entirely red at this point. FROST: They're //huge//- IVORY: [[Yeah?->p56]]

FROST: And you kept s-swaying your hips at me earlier, and I couldn't look away- He dares to squeeze. IVORY: They're working as intended. FROST: Evil- He stops, feeling the edge of something hard under Ivory's pajama pants. FROST: ...do you still have your boots on? IVORY: Don't come off. More blush. FROST: Y-you mean they're a part of you? IVORY: Mm? Yes? Frost clams up. //No matter what, he'd- Always be wearing those long, long boots- Even with [[nothing else-!->p57]]// IVORY: Hehe…

FROST: It's...//really// hard to talk about this stuff. IVORY: You're doing fine so far. FROST: I don't feel like I am… He traces his thumb against the doll's thigh, trying to get a grip. FROST: But I g-guess that's why I'm here. For you to teach me. IVORY: Love the way you're feeling me. He rubs a little more enthusiastically, letting out another long exhale. FROST: It's not every day you get to feel a life size d-doll… IVORY: Thoughts so far? FROST: It's kind of overwhelming, to be honest...you're...r-really pretty, and expressing any of the thoughts in my head is still scary...but there's a lot I want to do... IVORY: Maybe I could give you some [[encouragement->p58]]? Frost nods, keeping up the enthusiasm.

Ivory starts toward the kitchen cabinets. IVORY: I got something that might work. FROST: ...in your [[kitchen?->p59]] IVORY: Mmhmm.

He slides out a box of [[cheese snacks->p60]] from the shelf.

Frost gives the doll a blank expression, trying to parse any of this. FROST: ...that's a box of crackers. IVORY: Mmhmm. FROST: H...what is that going to do here, exactly? IVORY: You tell me what you want, and I'll give you a treat. FROST: ...aren't you supposed to be helping //me// to be the dom? IVORY: I gotta [[break you out of your shell->p61]] first. //I guess he **is** supposed to be the teacher...//

FROST: ...alright, I'll play. FROST: Where do I, uh, start? IVORY: Goals for today. //Goals...goals, okay, goals... ... Is wanting to see him messed up too weird? Is that too big of a goal? Will he be turned off by that? Am I [[weird->p62]] for wanting to see that?//

He’s noticeably quiet as his mind races, barely able to settle on one thought. FROST: I...uh... FROST: I want to- FROST: I want to see what it's l-like. FROST: To make someone all- FROST: Messy, I-I guess... Ivory starts reaching into the box. IVORY: In what way? FROST: Stuff like your hair, earlier… Ivory tosses a cracker over. Frost nearly fumbles catching it, staring at the cracker for a moment before [[popping it in his mouth.->p63]]

//...it's...hm. I do feel a little nice after that...// IVORY: Keep talking to me. FROST: Okay... //This is goofy, but...I guess if it helps me feel a little [[braver->p64]], that's something.//

FROST: ...I like...the idea of someone looking all- FROST: All out of place. FROST: T-their clothes, hair, expression- FROST: Proof that they've been t-toyed with. IVORY: Interesting choice of words there. FROST: Is it good? IVORY: Certainly dissecting them in my head. FROST: ...it's not too weird or rough? IVORY: You could honestly go further. FROST: Hohkay... He takes a deep breath, his neck ruff whipping around. FROST: I want to make somebody look- FROST: -//wrecked//, even if they're really safe. IVORY: Wrecked? FROST: Yeah. FROST: Like they've been worked over... He tries making a nondescript gesture, staring at his hands as he tries to figure out phrasing. FROST: Like, you can see how intense it was. IVORY: You want people to [[know->p65]] if they were to ever walk in.

Frost nods, his face growing clearly flustered. IVORY: Cute... FROST: It's not- it's not //cute-// He shrinks into the couch. FROST: I just want somebody to feel like they're in pieces...and then I put them back together. Ivory tosses him another snack. IVORY: We could do that, then. Frost catches it, snatching it up. //It really does feel good-!// FROST: You'd want that? IVORY: I invited you in so.... FROST: ...I have a request, then. IVORY: Go on. FROST: [[Give me the crackers.->p66]]

Ivory tosses him another one, Frost almost missing catching it. FROST: ...meant the box. IVORY: Oh? The doll holds it out. Frost reaches forward to take it, weighing it in his hands. FROST: I don't want to just mess with you aimlessly, if we're doing this. FROST: I want to know what //you// like. IVORY: [[Test me->p67]] then.

Frost pulls out a single cracker, steeling his nerves. FROST: Name one thing that you like to see in a dom. IVORY: Knowing what they want. //Agh, that's...okay...he wants confidence. Maybe I can...try...// He does his best to put on a stern, focused face. FROST: C-come kneel in front of me. IVORY: How do you want me? The doll starts getting on his knees, looking up at the mouse with that irresistible, expectant expression. FROST: [[Just like that->p68]].

His hand is shaking just a bit as he lifts the cracker, holding it just above the doll's head. FROST: G-go on. IVORY: Do what? IVORY: Be **specific.** FROST: T-take it. FROST: With your mouth. Ivory opens wide. Frost carefully places the cracker into the doll's mouth. Ivory takes it, tongue reaching out dangerously close- almost making contact with his hand. Unable to resists, Frost allows his claw to brush against the doll’s tongue, [[lingering->p69]] for a moment on it. //H-hgh...//

IVORY: You okay? FROST: I wasn't expecting a doll's tongue to actually feel a little wet… IVORY: Everything inside is all organic. //All organic...even-// The thought nearly has his head spinning. FROST: You're full of surprises... He sits back, thinking over his next move. FROST: So...you like the confident type... FROST: What's another thing that g-gets you going? FROST: How do you like to be pushed around? IVORY: I like people who are willing to experiment… FROST: Experiment, huh...? He grabs another cracker, daring to pop it into the doll's mouth a bit more forcefully. Ivory bites into the treat and swallows it, looking [[content.->p70]]

IVORY: Mm, what was that about? FROST: ...trying things. FROST: Seeing if I can get a bit more…**umph**? Behind it... IVORY: Keep going, then. Frost nods, taking a moment before pushing a finger inside the doll's mouth, the clawed digit nearly ice cube-like in temperature- cold, but not uncomfortable. Ivory playfully bites down, not enough to hurt. The mouse’s claw finger seemed to indent, as if biting into some kind of inflatable. //O-oh god, he's going to think I'm weird- I should just play it off.// IVORY: What's [[that?->p71]] FROST: That- FROST: That's, uhh-

FROST: I'm...full of air. FROST: Whole...breeze...motif thing. IVORY: Anything I should worry about there? FROST: Just don't pierce anything- you'd really need to bite down, but...yeah. FROST: It heals fast, but it feels kind of bad to leak out air and, uh- FROST: Deflate. IVORY: Like, completely? Frost grimaces. FROST: Sometimes, yes. IVORY: Mm... well good news is, you can be rough with me. FROST: I mean...that's good, yeah… He can't help but [[sigh->p72]].

FROST: That's kind of what I meant when I said that I don't know if I'm physically cut out for this. FROST: Any subs I'd work with would have to treat me with kid gloves. IVORY: Your sub shouldn't be the one roughing you up, right? FROST: ...yeah, but... FROST: Sometimes I like thinking about, like...wrestling with somebody. FROST: Getting rough, but it's like...more of a game than an actual fight. FROST: Not really possible, not for me. IVORY: I want to hear more. FROST: It's just gonna make me upset that I can't do it… IVORY: Do you need to stop? FROST: No, just...I wanna get back to hearing what you like. FROST: ...we can talk about me wanting to roughhouse another time, okay? IVORY: The option is always there for the future. He brushes his hand against the doll's cheek for a moment, before realizing just how intimate the gesture is and pulling back. //Careful...don't want to get too soft.// FROST: ...[[thanks.->p73]]

FROST: G-go on, then. FROST: Tell me more of what you like. IVORY: Lead me a bit more here. FROST: Hmmm... Frost reaches to grab more of the doll's messy hair, yanking Ivory’s head a little closer to his lap. FROST: You like experimenting....and you like confidence. FROST: But what do you want done to you? FROST: What gets you excited? FROST: I want specifics. //Maybe I'm getting okay at this...// IVORY: I mean this right now is a pretty perfect example. FROST: Like this? He pulls his hair [[harder->p74]], enough to bring Ivory somewhat out of his seated kneeling position.

IVORY: Good grip there… //It's taking a bit more strength than I probably want to let on...// He focuses on making sure his hand didn't shake. FROST: It's something I've always wanted to do… IVORY: You have me in your hands. He feels a little rush at that, a grin spreading across his face before he could catch himself. FROST: You're //my// doll now, right? //Wait- is that [[too far->p75?]]//

IVORY: I just might be. FROST: Just for the night… He manages to scramble for the cracker box, using his free hand to pick one of the little snacks up and push it against the doll's lips. FROST: **Eat it.** Ivory opens his mouth, looking the mouse directly in the eye, his own full with anticipation. Frost maintains the eye contact this time, popping it in and letting his finger [[linger->p76]] again.

There’s a tiny smirk on Ivory’s face as Frost can't help but rub the claw against the doll's tongue, careful not to scratch it. //S-so much wetter than I thought....// Ivory wraps his mouth around, sending what feels like an electric shock of excitement up Frost’s back. FROST: S-should probably finish your cracker [[first->p77]] before we go and do that…

He pulls his finger out to allow the doll to chew, keeping the digit close against Ivory’s lips. IVORY: Do what exactly? FROST: ...me messing with your mouth. IVORY: Thinking about it? IVORY: What's in it for me? FROST: You, uh... //Shit, think, think-// FROST: You get to be a good doll and show me what that m-mouth can do. IVORY: Just let me know what you want, gotta warn you that I've got a lot of experience there. FROST: I, uh- //Fuck, this is [[embarassing->p78]]...//

FROST: I don't...have a lot to work with, in that department. FROST: With, uh. FROST: Oral stuff. He glances away, avoiding eye contact. FROST: Even if I wish I did. FROST: But I figure...getting my fingers in there would be nice to try. IVORY: [[Go for it->p79]].

Frost pushes one finger against the doll's lips, putting enough pressure to get inside his mouth and nearly fill it, the large, claw-like digit giving Ivory plenty to work with. Ivory goes along with it, starting slow. Every feeling against his finger is enough to send even more thrills down Frost's back, his breathing starting to get a little heavier. //If o-only I had a dick right now, fuck-// FROST: Good t-toy. FROST: Give me more. Ivory picks up the pace a little, keeping up enough speed to make the mouse’s breath catch. FROST: T-that's it... He rests his free hand on the doll's head, using it to grab at his hair and pull him in further. Ivory’s eyes relax at that, as if it were the most comforting thing in the world and not a rough gesture. //So cute...// FROST: You really like being pushed around, huh? IVORY: Mmhmm... FROST: No wonder everybody considers you one of the best...you're a [[natural->p80]].

The doll lets go of his finger with a coy smile, leaving a trail of drool as he pulls back. IVORY: Plenty of practice. FROST: And now you're helping me out… IVORY: That's the plan. He looks down at the saliva on his finger, pausing for a moment before popping it into his mouth, not waiting for a reaction. After a moment, he takes it out, making a funny expression. FROST: ...tastes like cheese cracker. FROST: I don't know what I expected. IVORY: Played yourself a bit there. FROST: L-look, it always seems like a sexy move in comics… He can't help but blush, an embarrassed smile sneaking onto his face. FROST: Though...I think I need a break before I get too [[overwhelmed.->p81]]

IVORY: Oh? The doll gives him a teasing look. FROST: Y-yeah, the… He settles back on the couch, giving a long exhale. FROST: I don't, uh...have a dick. FROST: But I kept picturing you working one over, 'cause I really want one someday... FROST: ...was a lot for my head. FROST: Need a sec. IVORY: I could... come up with something [[temporary.->p82]]

Frost blinks. FROST: You'd do that for me? IVORY: Mmhmm. IVORY: It wouldn't be very good for everyday use but... for now it should be viable. FROST: I- FROST: Even that sounds incredible. FROST: Are you really- FROST: ...thank you. IVORY: That a yes? FROST: Yes. FROST: [[Very->p83]] yes.

The doll stands up and starts for the other room. IVORY: You okay with waiting for a moment? FROST: Yeah. He sinks into the couch cushions, thinking things over. //I can't believe this is happening...I mean, I've considered buying a strap, but- I never had the [[guts->p84]]...//

After a while Ivory pops his head out- complete with a small grin. IVORY: You ready? Frost nods, maybe a little too eagerly. Ivory pulls out a strap as he steps back into the room, one that on closer inspection, is made of soft fabric material. FROST: Huh...is that more plush? He reaches out to feel it. IVORY: It's made of the material I use to work with so it should be sturdy enough to use tonight. //Just like [[him->p85]]...//

Frost takes it carefully, clearly appreciating the work that went into it. //It’s made of some kind of sleek material…less drag and friction when I run my hands on it. Stiff enough to work like the real deal, but kind of cute…// FROST: ...could you turn around while I get it on? IVORY: You want to start there? FROST: Y-yeah. FROST: I just...don't like people looking at me without clothes. FROST: That okay? IVORY: Mmhmm… The doll turns around [[without complaint->p86]].

Frost immediately starts shuffling out of his lounge pants and boxers, trying to quell the nerves in his belly before fumbling to get the strap on. //Huh...fits better than I thought it would.// With a gentle, shaking touch, he strokes along the toy's length, shivering at the image of it- it’s almost as if he can sense it. FROST: M-me with a dick… IVORY: Should be able to feel a bit with it. //…oh. Guess that wasn’t just me, hah… Figures when I ask a witch to be my teacher…// FROST: That some of your [[magic?->p87]]

He swallows before stepping forward, coming up behind the doll and allowing himself to wrap his arms around their waist. //C-cmon, let this come off as suave-// IVORY: Just a [[taste->p88]] of it.

Frost can't help but let out a little squeak as the toy brushes against Ivory's still pajama-clad ass, nuzzling his face shyly against the doll's back. FROST: Yeah, I can feel that... IVORY: Don't be shy, push in. FROST: N...I don't know if I'm ready to go that far, yet… He allows himself a small bit of grinding though, expression growing blissful as he felt the nice fabric of Ivory's pjs. FROST: I'll take you up on playing with your mouth in a second, though... IVORY: That’s easier for you? FROST: Y-yeah...I'll be honest, wasn't expecting to even get this far. FROST: I have to make it up to you… IVORY: You don't have to do anything. FROST: ...I used to read a lot about this stuff. FROST: A good dom makes their sub feel good, too. IVORY: You're going to do that for me? FROST: Yeah...I want you to tell me how I can return the favor. IVORY: [[Surprise me->p89]]. FROST: First...

He takes hold of the doll's shoulder and turns Ivory to face him. FROST: Back on your knees. Ivory does so, looking him in the eye on his entire way down to the ground. //Fuck…// Frost reached down to run his hand through Ivory's hair, rough about it. FROST: That's a g-good doll. IVORY: I can see there's plenty you like. FROST: Yeah... He rubs the strap against the doll's cheek, starting to shake in anticipation. FROST: Seeing you down on the ground like that… IVORY: You're ready to lose it. FROST: Not until I try [[using->p90]] you...

He starts lining himself up, swallowing down a soft gasp as he brushes against the doll's lips. FROST: That's a good word for it, right? FROST: Think I've h-heard you say you like that kind of thing at the club meetings. IVORY: You've been listening in? He clams up, nodding. IVORY: What [[else->p91]] did you hear?

FROST: ...that you're willing to try just about anything... FROST: ...even the rough shit that I like. FROST: That you like being people's toy, whatever that involves for the person. IVORY: Toy has a broad meaning, so I like to be flexible. FROST: ...do I get to define that tonight? IVORY: Mmhmm. FROST: ...I want toy to mean that you get pushed around. FROST: That you serve me for the night. FROST: And then, I get to reward you after. IVORY: Then as my dom, I ask that you lead me. FROST: S-safeword first. FROST: Your pick. IVORY: Thumbtack. That work? FROST: Thumbtack. FROST: Got it. FROST: Any limits? IVORY: Ask first if something seems extreme. FROST: Am I allowed to get k-kind of rough with this mouth stuff? IVORY: I encourage it. FROST: How about, uh... FROST: ...I can't say I'll be good at it, but- FROST: Dirty talk stuff? IVORY: [[Please.->p92]]

He closes his eyes, thinking it over. FROST: ...anything that you'd like to have happen, yourself? IVORY: I personally like going limp and letting the other person have full control. FROST: Will I still be able to tell if you're liking it? IVORY: I'll let you know with my tail. //Cute...// FROST: I can work with that. //Okay. Okay, you're really doing this. You're going to- I guess this counts as outright sex, actually. You're going to have sex with a doll guy you barely know. And... You're going to make this good for him. And good for you.// Looking down at the doll's eager face nuzzling up against the strap on, his worries begin to melt away. FROST: Start getting to work, and I'll t-tell you when to go limp. IVORY: You got this. He can't help but [[smile.->p93]] FROST: Thanks.

He rubs the strap against the doll's lips again, starting to push in just enough to prompt him. Ivory goes for it immediately, the color in his eyes flickering when he makes contact with his tongue on the strap. FROST: That's a pretty effect… He tries to keep his voice even, having to steel himself at the sight of someone actually going down on him. FROST: You're a really special toy, aren't you? Ivory makes an excited noise in response. FROST: And you want to get //used// like one… He lets himself set his hand down on top of the doll's head, grabbing his hair. FROST: You k-know what's next, don't you? Ivory’s tail swishes excitedly. //Okay, that means he [[likes->p94]] it...//

Frost uses the doll's hair to pull him in closer, giving him another inch. //Fuck, I really can feel it-!// The doll responds by pushing himself forwards, taking the strap as deep as he can get away with things. //Oh god, there’s that experience kicking in-!// FROST: A-ahhh! Frost can't help but cry out at that, the shakes finally getting a hold of him. FROST: Fuck, you're- you're really down for this... IVORY: Mm.... FROST: Deepthroating me right off the bat… He pulls away slowly, only to thrust back into the doll's mouth with a bit more force than he expected out of himself. FROST: You even gave me a dick in the first place, just so you could suck it… Ivory, full of surprises, playfully presses his teeth down. FROST: Mmgh-! //I didn't even [[know->p95]] I wanted that-!//

Frost can't help but go harder, Ivory picking up his own pace in turn. The mouse grips the back of the doll's head with both hands, letting his claws get tangled up in that soft, synthetic hair. FROST: At- at the count of three, you're going to go limp, alright-? Ivory gives a nod and a noise of acknowledgement. FROST: One… FROST: Two… FROST: [[//Three!//->p96]]

The doll really lives up to his reputation, immediately going limp and slumping into Frost’s waist, his mouth still on the strap. FROST: H-holy shit... He gives moving the doll's head around a try, his eyes widening at Ivory's ability to completely ragdoll. FROST: That's...extremely convincing. FROST: ...wag your tail for a sec, just to show me you're okay. A playful swish, as promised. FROST: [[Perfect->p97]]...

He lets himself start moving again, holding the doll's head in place as he goes. FROST: A-always kind of wanted a sex doll, to be honest...something I c-could go ham with, and not have to worry about any judgment… The doll makes a motion with his tongue in response to that, keeping every other part of his body still. FROST: You're s-so-! Frost manages to go harder, his windy mane whipping around at this point as he shakes and pants out icy breaths. FROST: I-[[Ivory->p98]]-!

Ivory's tail speaks louder than words, clearly getting a kick out of that reaction. FROST: You're mine right now, all- just for me-! Ivory turns his dazed gaze upward, his eyes flickering again. //So b-beautiful-!// He can't help but let out a pleased growl at that, startled by the sound of it bursting out of him. There’s a silent chuckle coming from the doll at that, a vibration against the strap. FROST: Y-you like that? Ivory’s tail playfully [[flicks->p99]].

FROST: Y-you like it when I'm rough with you, you like being //played// with- A noise escapes the doll, sounding just perfect. A little thrill runs through him, a grin breaking through his nerves. FROST: You like being a perfect toy. Ivory can’t help but lean forward, helping Frost pick up speed. FROST: Breaking character because you can't resist- Frost holds the doll's head up against his hips, his hips shaking as he gets closer and closer. FROST: Fffuck, not gonna [[last->p100]]-

There’s a sudden, extra hint of teeth with Ivory’s movements, the doll’s secret weapon sending Frost right over the edge. He cries out as he can't hold back, letting his body spasm for a moment as wave after wave of sensation crashes over him- -before trying to [[catch his breath->p101]], panting and pulling out of the doll's mouth.

IVORY: Is everything okay? FROST: Y-yeah, just...fuck… He gives a thumbs up, hoping the meaning gets across. IVORY: You did good.. FROST: You really [[think so->p102]]?

<img src="./images/102.png"> He glances down at the doll, his chest squeezing as he sees what a mess of drool and ruffled hair he is. //Oh god, I did that to him... He looks so pretty....// IVORY: I know so, you looked like you were having the time of your life. FROST: It was...I never thought I could have that. He gets down on his own knees, [[hesitating->p103]] before reaching forward-

-and hugging the doll. FROST: You did good too. FROST: Great, even. FROST: G-good doll… IVORY: I'm more than happy to do this again sometime. FROST: I still have to keep up my end of the deal...I get to reward you for doing so well as my first sub. He gives the doll a squeeze. FROST: Gonna be hard going home after all that, but let me do that for you first. IVORY: You not in a rush to head back? FROST: ...it's really late, but I'm...having a lot of fun. He smiles, his mood clearly lifted [[so much more->p104]] than earlier. FROST: I don't get to hang out with people often, so…

IVORY: You can stay over a bit longer if you'd like. IVORY: I have extra blankets. FROST: You really okay with me just- Frost shakes his head. FROST: You know, I'll take that. FROST: My roommates'll just assume I got out of the apartment early like usual. IVORY: Up for it then? FROST: Yeah. I'd...I'd really like that. He finally lets go of the doll, settling back into a sitting position. FROST: You still have to tell me what you want for your reward, though. FROST: Anything you want, for how good that was. IVORY: Have to really think on that, you did give me a pretty good time. FROST: Really? FROST: It was that rewarding for you? His smile [[grows->p105]].

IVORY: Mmmhm. IVORY: I will cash in on that offer, though. FROST: If I'm staying over...I suppose we've got all night, right? IVORY: Mmmmmmhmm. FROST: Okay… He gives the doll a quick nuzzle to the chest, letting his head linger there. FROST: Thank you. The doll gives him a pat, his face equally as warm. IVORY: [[Don't worry about it.|end]]

Welcome to the Kaleidoclub, a new series of short, episodic stories focused on a friend group in Wayside, Calliope. (You might recognize that city from Fantasy Cascade!) These stories range from mature (18+ but not necessarily containing sexual/kink material) to explicit (it's porn!) and feature all kinds of topics, characters, and worldbuilding elements. They're meant to be easy to make, easy to read, and easy on the wallet. If you enjoy any of them, please consider sharing with friends and/or leaving a review/comment! The Kaleidoclub is a group of friends that meets up in various spaces within the college campus-like Artist Colony where they reside- usually to talk over things such as plurality, kink, and queer topics. All of its members have been through hardships and are dealing with varying levels of disability, but a good number of them also have more gay shit on their mind- and exploring it with each other. Not everyone in the club is romantically or sexually involved with each other, and the commitment level of the relationships that do exist varies...but there's always something going on, and plenty of stories to tell. In this story, we follow Frost, a member of the Greenhouse System...and his struggles with pursuing BDSM as an interest. Could one of the most open members of the Kaleidoclub, Ivory, help him out? We'll see! This story contains BDSM, rough play, sexual content, and dollplay. It isn't too heavy otherwise, but! Other stories in the future will definitely focus on harder topics. Consider this a pilot! Are you ready? Let's [[begin...|p1]]

<img src="./images/frost.png"> //...I don't care much for [[myself|p1]].//

<img src="./images/ivory.png"> //........ ......................... Ivory is.... [[Out of the question|p3]].//

<img src="./images/tonic.png"> //Comorbidity's got a lot going on...Tonic always seems to have his hands full with something or another. Hard to tell if he's full of himself or just that [[confident|p2]]...//

<img src="./images/shriek.png"> //He's...alright. Seems really friendly, anyhow, hasn't done anything wrong to me... ...but god, he can be a bit [[loud->p2]].//

<img src="./images/lore.png"> //We don't see [[eye to eye|p35]].//

<img src="./images/pecan.png"> //This guy and I get along okay most of the time, but sometimes he's just. So, **so** [[mundane|p37]].//

''WRITING CREDITS'' Frost- Xavier Mortis Shriek- Ringor Mortis Tonic- Krowling Mortis Pecan- Coyote Mortis Lore- Ellerie Mortis Ivory- B. Comorant ''OTHER CREDITS'' Panel Art- Mortis Velasquez (various system members) CSS Code + Background Tile- Vyn If you're interested in checking out more: check out our (link: "Discord")[(goto-url: 'https://discord.gg/gZVx7Zu')] and (link: "Forums")[(goto-url: 'https://homebrewdeviants.com/forum/')]! Reviews and comments help us so much, too- thank you for reading, and consider helping us out with one!