Tawns of Fun

Imagine wondering whether you should flash Rowan, in ghost kaiju form, as a distraction or not. It works, until he remembers that he doesn’t have to be coy at this height. 

Imagine Sculpin trying to convince you to chain him up while he’s in his colossal form.  

“Like… Gulliver?” 

“Oh, so you’ve done this before?” asked the Terror, peering down at you with increased interest. 

Something told you he wasn’t knowledgeable about eighteenth century Irish literature. Maybe you could tell him, during aftercare. 

Imagine the river god desiring you as a consort.

Imagine Distractor trying to seduce you with his illusions. Like the Power Rangers, you thought the Toxic Mutant had already been enlarged. Unlike them, Distractor meant you no harm. Didn’t mean you trusted someone so spider-like to not be predatory.

“If you’re really that size, you should know you’re too big for me.”