The Writer's Block [Open] [Artists Valley]

Jackie Rivers was currently walking through the artist booths, snapping pictures of the wonderful monster costumes. She herself was wearing a Khaki safari outfit, complete with pith helmet. Her camera completed the image of an intrepid reporter covering an expidition circa 1930.

She spotted the "dragon" setting up a booth and was stricken by the colors on his costume. Now he would make a perfect subject for a painting.

She was already making a beeline for the booth when she heard him calling out. Hmm apparently he was planning on selling erotica. It didn't really float her boat... She smiled to herself as she remembered that awkward time she had to borrow Janet's computer. Perhaps she could pick up a present for Janet while she was at it.

"Excuse me. Do you mind if I take your picture? Fair warning I'm wanting to make a painting off it."

This being far from her first convention, Saffron was more than eager to visit the resident Artist Valley. Now art wasn't her forte, but she often appreciated what others could do that she could not. That said, it wasn't that she wasn't creative. Sewing, and jewelry, rather than stories and drawing was her strength. The ear rings she donned that day was one of the first successful creations of many to follow after. Having first made them around fourteen years ago, they'd stuck with her since, with of course a few minor modifications and improvements along the way. As many little baubles and trinkets she made of her favorite animal in her free time, she was still hoping to secure more in her time here or even meetup with some one in a costume to snap a pic of. If anything, there was always things she was just as happy to appreciate!


Her long dark hair bounced lightly with each step she took, eying the pamphlet to make sure she was heading in the right direction. When she finally arrived, her eyes were quickly drawn to the lit up sign in the distance. Humming and interest piqued she headed over, but what she saw their made her jaw drop. Of all the costumes she witnessed, it was the sheer height of the "dragon" alone that made her double take. 

"Oh wow..." She whispered beneath her breath, shaking it off when she realized she'd been staring at him from afar. Taking a breath then blowing it out in a puff, she approached more than a bit curious. In a soft voice she spoke again when she was close, "So erotica huh?" It was audible, but it was more to herself than towards him. I can wait til he's less busy. Seriously how do these guys make this stuff?!, was her thought as she eyed his swaying tail from where she was. 

"Could you make it a fantasy background then?" Ivershka asked Jackie. "I'm dressed as one of the characters from a recent tale of mine. Though, dressed is a bit of an understatement."

He knelt down and leaned towards his ear. The dragon licked his lips for a moment before coming up with a more elaborate excuse for his rumbling gut. "I had some chicken at the convention earlier today." He whispered. "I had just enough to mimic said dragon man digesting a bunch of lovely ladies. The protagonist of my story is a pretty gluttonous man. It's also just enough for you to fantasize about being in there if you prefer that level of immersion."

Soft, murmuring cracks come from his gut as it starts breaking the chicken apart. His red, gold, and black cloth jacket rippled from his stomach's actions. The dragon man's voice now dripped of saliva as he continued to speak. "It was a challenge getting all those bones in my system. So if you could incorporate that into your painting, I'd appreciate that."

Thankfully, there were no drool puddles on the floor.

He then stood up and glanced back at his table. "Some of the poses I'm thinking of would require clearing the table. Gotta show off all the best parts about the dragon for your painting. And some of the best parts"

The dragon man then turned his attention somewhere in Saffron's direction. Is she here for his stories too? He wasn't sure, so he just flashed a serpent's smile at Saffron.

Curious about the scene and the mention of painting, Saffron opted not to hold back any longer, but she also didn't want to interrupt them. When Ivershka smiled in her direction, she smiled back and took it as an opportunity to speak. A goofy grin, as her little fangs were exposed in the process. 

"Wow, so what's going on here? A photo shoot?" There was an excitable glint in her eyes as she looked between the two. She paused as she looked over Ivershka up and down. "And gotta say, I almost fell over when I saw you. Your costume is amazing! Look at your tail! I mean, don't want to interrupt or anything, but you look...you look...haha out of this world! After her, can I get a picture of you, or even with you?" She'd imagine she'd look incredibly tiny standing right next to him. At only 5'3", the height difference between the two was quite dramatic!

She then turned her head in Jackie's direction and smiled. "Also you paint? When you're done can I ask if you have a website? I'd love to see your work. Well, I'd love to see both of y'all's work, when you're done!"

Jackie smirked. "Not exactly but it's kind of turning into one, at least that's what it seems like here." She blushed and giggled when asked if she had a website. "Nope. I never had the skills to make one or the money to have one made.

"And yeah that sounds good. I could turn the table into a rock or something. And we can have her in one. Come on up and pose." She invited, making sure her camera was ready.

"Oh and Janet likes well monsters eating women and such. Sorry I was too focused on getting the pics set up."

"Mhmm!" Ivershka nodded enthusiastically. "Though it's a peculiar taste, it's something everyone can appreciate! The ones that're into it get sensual satisfaction, the ones who aren't into it get chills up their spine, and oooh -"

He clutched his shoulders and shivered. His stomach grumbled again, crushing the chicken bones in him into pieces. "There's that perfect intersection of both fear and arousal. I know that sensual horror isn't most people's tastes, even though it's my favorite. A good, sensual swallow is the best way to scare people."

"With that said, I endorse your suggestion. You could be a servant that the dragon man kept around to cram lovely ladies into his stomach." His breathing became ragged, the booze letting loose his inhibitions. "Sometimes he digests them the good old way. Other times, he forces them to cuddle his working stomach by shoving them next to it from the inside."

"He's so incredibly sexy, even though he's a good guy." Ivershka's words start to slur together in his erotic reminiscing. "They get the cruelty of the evil predators without the guilt. Sometimes I wish I could do what he could do." He trailed off, turning his attention back to Jackie. "Is your sister into such lovely predators too? Or is she more of a safey?"

"Well I can handle horror better than most,or at least that's what they tell me. It kinda reminds me of Dracula and vampire stories I used to read when I was younger." She pau At the low grumble of Ivvie's stomach, she turned to look at him, a brow raised. He wasn't kidding about the kinsthetic experience, that's for sure. "And to see you so dedicated makes me more than a little curious." She giggled, a wry smile curling up on her lips at her own statement.

Jackie's reaction was somewhat adorable to her, but Ivershka was starting to mildly worry her. Perhaps it was because he ate too much?

"Got it!" As the pair spoke, she was somewhat curious. 'Safey', 'sexy', 'types', huh? It was almost like BDSM, with its own terms. "Um, what's your names? I'm Saffron! Nice to meet you both!"