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finding someone who writes for ent is rare af and then i find out you write GOOD SMUT TOO??? you are truly one in a million and i appreciate you

Aww!! Thank you so much, Anonymous Friend! I'm so glad you've enjoyed my stories! 💖

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The Lifeline - Part Three: To Have An Open Flame

Vreenak decided it was his turn. He's the kind of chaotic stability I needed right now, tbh. Anyway, still winging it. Enjoy!

Part One here. Part Two here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Vreenak (DS9) x Reader

[A/N: There will be suggestiveness in future chapters so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: References to Romulan politics, espionage, stalking, references to an interspecies relationship, pre-Romulan/Human relationship, interspecies romance, threats, angst, time travel bs, references to marriage/a mating bond, skeptical Vreenak, Romulan undercover as a Vulcan, mentions of a previous Vulcan/Human failed relationship, he's falling and he doesn't even know it, Romulan reading a Human romance novel.

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I really have no reason to be nervous, I thought to myself as I got my lunch from the replicator. He's probably just uncomfortable with his new surroundings, and being Vulcan, it's difficult for him to express his discomfort.

Turning with my lunch tray, I caught sight of my current objective: Velek sat alone at a table in the mess hall, eating his lunch and reading a PADD. Thinking of those icy blue eyes again made my heart thud in my chest. Really, he was gorgeous, but he was also grumpy enough to make him a bit scary. Well, maybe he himself didn't scare me, but the thought of being on the receiving end of his anger, suppressed or not, definitely did.

Come on. Realistically, what's he going to do? Scowl you to death?

With a deep breath, I made my way over to him, putting on what I hoped was a friendly smile and not a terrified grimace. As I approached, his eyes flicked up and practically froze me in place.

"Yes, Lieutenant?" He asked in an almost deadly-quiet tone.

...I hated that he still sounded so sexy. Really, it wasn't fair. I was actively trying not to fall for any more Vulcans, and he was not making it easy.

"Hi! Er, uh, good afternoon, Lieutenant," I said trying to sound less terrified and more confident. "Is this seat free?"

He glanced at the seat across from him and back at me, seemingly considering his options. The Mess Hall was almost full, so seating was limited anyway. It wasn't like this an unreasonable request, but I guessed he was still trying to find a polite way to refuse. Just as I opened my mouth to apologize and go try to find another seat, he sighed.

"Yes, it is currently unoccupied," he said setting his PADD aside.

"May I...?" I gestured to the seat, trying to give him an opportunity to refuse, if he really didn't want me there.

"...You may." Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, I thanked him quietly and sat down, trying to be mindful of his space so that I wouldn't make him more uncomfortable than he already appeared to be. "I trust you're ready for the anomaly scan analysis?"

"Oh, yes. I'm looking forward to seeing how this pulsar cluster differs from a couple of the others I've read about," I answered, and at that he lifted a sharp eyebrow.

"You've worked with these sorts of phenomena before?" He sounded genuinely interested, which I took as a tentatively positive sign.

"Well, as they're rare, I haven't had the opportunity before, but phenomena like these have been of particular interest to me since the Academy, so I've read pretty much all there is to know about them," I explained. "I've studied all the procedures, and I know that actually doing something in the field is much different than just studying the theories involved, but I'm confident in my abilities, so..."

I trailed off with a shrug.

"What about you? Have you ever studied a pulsar cluster up close before?"

"Twice, yes, but not in many years. I was barely thirty when I saw my first, then fifty when I saw my second," he said, and I felt my eyes widen. I knew he was older than he looked by Human standards, because of his Vulcan heritage, but it still took me by surprise that he was over fifty. It really shouldn't have stunned me, hell, even Torek was over seventy. Did...Did that mean he was closer to maybe...ninety?

Mental math aside, I nodded my head, trying to focus on the science aspect of the conversation rather than Velek.

"Oh really? That must've been so fascinating." I leaned a little closer in my seat. "Were they about this size, or...?"

"Both were smaller, actually," he said; some of the barrier in his gaze came down as he spoke. "Neither of the events I observed were quite this strong, either. I must admit, if I was not–"

He cut himself off abruptly as if he'd caught himself from saying something he shouldn't.

"I...am intrigued to see what differences this cluster will yield," he finished quietly, and if I was not very much mistaken, the tips of his ears had turned a darker shade of green than they were before. He crammed a bite of food into his mouth, staunchly not meeting my gaze, and I did the same, not wanting him to feel as though he was obligated to speak if he didn't wish to.

After a few moments of quiet, furtive looks between us, Velek and I accidentally met each other's gazes and froze.

"We're lucky to have you here, you know," I said, trying to set him at ease. "We've been a bit short-staffed lately, so your arrival couldn't have been better-timed."

"...Your gratitude is...appreciated, but misplaced," he began, some of the coldness seeping back into his tone. "I am here for the work. Nothing more."

With that sentiment out in the open, I realized I'd likely overstayed my welcome. Feeling awkward and out of place, I got to my feet.

Maybe his surroundings weren't making him uncomfortable. Maybe it was me.

"My apologies. I'll just...get out of your hair. Have a good rest of your shift," I said giving him a sheepish, apologetic smile and walking away before he could say anything. Shoving my mostly-full tray into the replicator to be recycled, I made my way back to my station. My appetite was gone.

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Vreenak watched her walk out of the Mess Hall with a sinking feeling. Why did he care whether he'd hurt a little hevam's feelings? She was nothing to him. He was here specifically to avoid acquiring a Human wife. What did it matter if her poor, weak little emotions were injured?

He huffed quietly to himself and picked up the report he was supposed to be reading. Instead, though, his mind was focused solely on the expression that had crossed her face just before she rushed out: a mixture of pain, embarrassment, and regret. Had he truly been so intimidating? A sigh escaped his lips. Of course he had! He was the Vice-Chairman of the Tal Shiar, for Elements' sake, of course his looks were as cutting as his tongue was in Senate sessions.

Putting his own half-empty tray into the replicator, he made his way back to his station, trying to force his mind back into neutral territory to maintain his cover. That same look kept returning to his mind's eye even as he worked.

Later that night, they read through the next chapter of her book. Really, she'd chosen such a trite little story. Were these two actually meant to be together? He hated her, yet she was still mooning after him like a pathetic baby set'leth crying for its mother. It was hard for him to imagine the story ending well, but her Trill friend mentioned that it had a happy ending the last time she visited the Lieutenant's quarters. Why would anyone endure something so painful? Was love really worth that much?

Vreenak read a bit slower that night, finding himself repeatedly distracted by the way she looked. The shape of her nose, the curve of her cheeks...her rounded, extremely Human ears...

Eventually, she went to bed, and Vreenak did as well, but disturbingly, he found himself thinking about the message. 'Vree, honey,' she'd called him. She'd shortened his name, and he had the rather unsettling thought that in her voice, he actually liked how it sounded.

When he drifted to sleep that night, there was a small smile upon his lips at the ridiculous yet heady thought of her saying the entirety of his real name. Not that he would admit to such a thing, of course. Exhausted minds were prone to playing tricks on their owners.

Days passed, during which they kept to their little routine. They'd complete their shifts with minimal interaction, go back to their respective quarters, and Vreenak would read along with her in that insipid romance novel. The male love interest was, for lack of a better term, a complete veruul. If he simply admitted how he was feeling, there would be significantly fewer problems, and they could have ended this terrible book several chapters earlier.

Vreenak was grateful beyond words that he was not that dense. If he cared for a woman, he'd be brave enough to confront those feelings and do something about it. What a coward, that character was to hide behind his fear of losing her as if it was some sort of cloaking device! He was glad they were nearly three quarters of the way through.

He put the book away when she did, and assuming that she was off to bed, he went to change out of his uniform. He'd stripped down, and thrown on a dark green pair of sleep pants and a matching robe, but as soon as he went to begin his evening routine, the door chime sounded. Who would call on him this late at night?

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When the doors to Velek's quarters slid open, I blinked in surprise. He was already out of uniform, wearing instead a dark green silk robe.

"Do you require something, Lieutenant?" At Velek's harsh, impatient tone, I used all of my restraint to keep from staring at the exposed stripe of his chest peeking out from behind the soft fabric. I must've looked like a startled deer!

"I apologize for disturbing you. The Captain just wanted me to check in and see how you were adjusting to your new post," I answered, which was partially the truth. Velek had been withdrawn - more than other Vulcan crew members I'd encountered, in any case. Despite extraneous socializing being considered largely unnecessary and illogical, most Vulcans engaged in at least a little bit of it. Velek, though, did not, which suggested continued discomfort on his part. "May I come in?"

After a long, hard stare, Velek stepped aside, and I took the opportunity to slip past him into his living space...

His...still-utterly-bare living space. Other than a few data PADDs and an empty glass on a table near the viewport, his quarters seemed virtually untouched. Had he not unpacked in the nearly two weeks that he'd been here?

"I apologize for my appearance. I was attempting to meditate and did not anticipate having a guest," Velek called, but he didn't make any move to draw the sides of his robe tighter around himself. At least he was comfortable enough to take that small liberty. Given the view, I certainly wasn't complaining.

"Where are your candles?" The question flew from my lips before I could stop it, and he paused.

"I neglected to acquire more before my last transfer, and as they cannot be replicated properly, I do not have access to them." Maybe that was why he was so short-tempered! He couldn't meditate properly! I knew how important the candles were to the process, and I knew the replicated ones gave off an unpleasant aroma - something about the synthetic oils didn't settle correctly into the wax mixture.

"Oh, I see. I, um...Is there anything I can do to make adjusting to this post any easier?" I asked as I turned to face him, only to see his eyes skimming slowly up my body as if he'd been observing me. No. That was too much to hope for.

"Nothing comes to mind at present," he said, and I nodded my head.

"Has everyone been treating you alright since you got here? Are they making you feel welcome?"

He walked over to his sofa and took a seat, crossing one leg over the other.

"As the rest of the crew have respected my desire not to socialize, I have no reason to complain." The ice had reentered his voice.

Oh. Right. He didn't like me. The glimpse of his bare chest had all but obliterated my rational thoughts.

"Oh, good. Well, uh, I apologize for interrupting your evening. I'll just go report to the Captain and leave you in peace." I practically bolted from his quarters before I could do something really stupid like asking if he wanted a completely logical cuddle.

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How odd that she would run out like that right when he was going to break down and offer her a seat and a drink. Granted, he wasn't wearing his uniform, but he didn't look that bad...did he?

He glanced down at himself and felt an uncomfortable wrinkle of insecurity. A bit of his chest was showing, but he knew he looked better in this than he did in a Starfleet uniform. There was no question that this was more sensual, and she'd already admitted to her friend that she found him attractive, so...what was there for her to dislike?

Unsettled, he made his way to bed, but he couldn't coax his mind into a state peaceful enough for sleep. When Vreenak left his quarters for duty as a slightly more tired version of Lieutenant Velek the next morning, he spotted a box beside his door with his alias on the digital tag. Bending to inspect it, his brows lifted at the note it contained.

'I hope these help you feel more at home. Welcome aboard!'

Attached was a file giving written consent for an open flame in his quarters from the Captain. An open flame? Opening the box, he discovered a bundle of traditional Vulcan meditation candles.

There was only one person from whom these could have reasonably come. Glancing at the door to the quarters beside his, Vreenak couldn't help but feel a hint of surprise. Why would she be kind to him when he hadn't been that way to her? He'd attempted to shut down every friendly overture she'd made toward him, but he clearly hadn't succeeded.

And, did this mean she hadn't disliked what she'd seen of him the night before?

...More importantly, why should Vreenak care what she thought?

Quickly moving the box inside, he took a deep, steadying breath and headed to his station in the forward science lab. Sure enough, she'd beaten him there as always.

He wondered, as he often had these first two weeks, whether she'd slept better than he had. The skin beneath her eyes was darker than the rest, and Vreenak was stunned to feel concern bloom in his chest. Her self-deprecating jokes about insomnia had at least some basis in truth, then.

Again, why should he care? She was just a Federation officer! She was a mystery to be solved, a whisper from a potential version of the future, nothing more. He had a mission to accomplish. There was no time for him to become sidetracked by trivialities like some hev– some Human's health. He realized he'd been watching her for several seconds, but before he could turn away, she caught him staring.

Maybe that Trill was right. Vreenak must be getting older if he was slipping so severely.

"Good morning, Lieutenant," she called with a tentative smile stretching her lips. Forcing himself to move, he stepped over to the adjoining station and started his work for the day.

"The candles you left me..." he began, but as soon as he spoke, she looked over at him and his mind went blank. What...had he been saying?

"They...They are the traditional type. A-And, they're not replicated, I promise," she murmured when he didn't continue. "I apologize if I overstepped, but I just thought...I mean, when I was at the Academy, two of the three cadets I shared quarters with were Vulcans, and I always kept a few extras in case they needed them. It's sort of become a habit, and when you said you didn't have any..."

She trailed off, and Vreenak had to exert more force than he expected to keep himself from smiling at her. Vulcans didn't smile. Why did he suddenly resent that?

"It was not necessary, but...I appreciate them. You have my gratitude." He might not really be Vulcan, but the thought and intention behind the gesture touched him. He'd done nothing but be brusque and prickly with her, but she'd still managed to find enough kindness in her heart to offer him yet another olive branch. She was as stubborn as he was.

They worked on their respective tasks, side-by-side in silence for a moment before she spoke.

"So...does that mean we can be friends now?" The mischief in her voice made him glance at her out of the corner of his eyes.

"Do not push your luck," he muttered, and though his voice was as intimidating as it had always been with her, she simply smirked and turned back to her terminal.

And he was proud of her reaction.

The realization made him pause. Proud? What reason had he to be proud of a Human? He should hate her! She was the reason he'd been inconvenienced with this mission in the first place. Her call from the lonely darkness of the Delta Quadrant was what had summoned him from his cushy position in the Senate.

He should be home on Romulus, not wasting his time on a Federation science vessel. Abruptly, he stood and made his way to a different station, acting as though he required access to another set of data simply so he could put some distance between them.

This Lieutenant would not be his wife - she was nothing to him - therefore, there was no reason for him to become attached. Simple.

...So, why did he feel the loss of her proximity so keenly when he reached the other side of the lab?

Vreenak had become too involved in his role as Velek. To a Vulcan like his cover, she would be a perfect candidate for a mate. Studious, dedicated, accommodating, warm...the likelihood of her rejecting his attentions would be low...

Instinctively to a Vulcan, she would be perfect. For a Romulan, however, she was barely adequate. She needed more...more...something. Cunning, perhaps? Her naïveté was clearly uninspiring.

Yes, that was it. Vreenak was simply delving too deeply into his cover. All he needed to do was remind himself of why he was here: to investigate a Federation officer who would, at some point in the future, come to know three influential Romulans by name when she shouldn't. Threat assessment and, if necessary, removal.

Throughout his shift that day, his thoughts kept straying to the candles in his quarters. He told himself it was just one more piece to the puzzle.

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Romulan Words:

hevam - derogatory term for human

veruul - fool

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Breaking news: Senators Vreenak and Letant posing as humans for a mission!? Why are they shirtless and why are they laughing… find out at 5 here on Romulan News Network…

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KOSS!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

👀 What happened to Koss????

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A Recommendation and Statement

(This will be long, so the rest is under the 'read more'. It's important, so IF YOU ARE A FANFIC WRITER OR READER, THIS APPLIES TO YOU.)

Typically, I don't get political on my blogs, but as this will definitely affect us, I don't really have a choice. Given recent events, I would highly recommend that you download from AO3 any and all fics that you don't want to lose, whether you are American or read fics from American authors, and perhaps back them up to something portable/disconnected from the internet like a flash drive/usb stick.

With the plans that have been put forward, if they are put into action by the incoming administration, people who write smut, both published authors and fanfiction authors, could be arrested as sex offenders. Undoubtedly, as a result, their works - books and fics - will become unavailable.

I have written smut and would be included in this, should it come to pass. Personally, I feel that if smut becomes an arrestable offense, then shouldn't those who write murder mysteries be arrested for premeditated murder? Shouldn't those who write about theft be arrested for theft?

In this life, we all have choices to make, some more consequential than others. This is mine. Until such a time as those laws are enacted, I will continue writing, for as Ray Bradbury said "We write so as not to be dead." I have had no solace in my life as great as writing. It is a world in which I can make anything happen. I could be a hero, or a wizard, or a dragon rider - hell, I could even be listened to, for once.

So, consciously, and knowing full well the potential ramifications of my actions, I, who have never had so much as a speeding ticket, a dress code violation, or a detention, do choose to keep writing. I choose to defy those who would rather decide, yet again, to silence me. I have been a people-pleaser all my life. I felt as though I would die of shame if I disappointed those around me, and instead I lived in a way that would make those same people happy.

There were things I felt I couldn't tell my parents, but I could tell a blank piece of paper. Paper never judged me for wondering idly what it would feel like to be movie star or to meet an alien. Paper never judged me for wanting to do something with the cacophony of stories running through my head every minute of every day. Paper never complained when I dampened it with tears the day I finished a novel-length fanfiction and realized that I could, in fact, write a book.

So, in my solitude, I turned to the only thing I knew would help me process those things which I felt others would not understand. Yes, I write romance. Yes, I write smut. Yes, I write about violence and tears and love and stolen kisses and regrets and fear...

Because I hoped that one day, I would not have to write about some of those things. Yes, there are elements to my stories which I hope I will never need to face - violence, in particular - but I hope I will be able to experience the positive aspects for myself, one day. The certainty of having a partner who loves you no matter what; feeling desirable, not to those who would use or harm me, but to those who care for me; the knowledge that when I start a sentence I can finish it, because those around me care enough and respect me enough to listen.

So yes, I have written explicit scenes, but who in this life has not had a fantasy? Even when we are in romantic relationships doomed to fail, do we not seek solace in fantasies of life being better? Is that not why writers write? To give voice to visions of something better? Of something hopeful? Or joyful?

I do not write for something as grandiose as the betterment of mankind when I write my smut, it is true. However, in envisioning something better for ourselves, in allowing ourselves to explore those aspects of ourselves in fiction, we open the door for introspection which allows us to make the best choices for us, and to have empathy for others and their situations. Through my writing, I have found that I am a kinder, more mindful person than I ever expected to be. Far moreso than I was taught to be.

Thus, I will keep writing. And dreaming. And thinking of the possibilities for the future, which I hope turns out brighter than this election makes it seem.

Even if you disagree with the content, my writing is my soul, and I will not give it up for anything. I would never dream of telling other writers what they should do when facing such dangers - every situation is different - but this is what I will do. Today, I 'screw [my] courage to the sticking place' and face the world as myself. Undiluted and uncensored.

If nothing else, remember this: "Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something is greater than fear."

So, do it afraid.

All my love, all my hope, all my courage 💖💜💙

P.S. - I'm posting this on the 2 sideblogs where I'm most active, so if some of you follow both, you might see this twice. Sorry, not sorry lol.

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How’d you know?! 😂

Clearly I am a witch taught by the greatest: Gandalf 🪄

😌

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Poke, nudge nudge 👀*smokebomb* 🥷

👀 *Revenge superpoke!* 🫵

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You will not use AI to get ideas for your story. You will lie on the floor and have wretched visions like god intended

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LOOK AT THIS FANTASTIC PICTURE I FOUND TODAY

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Imagining old man Spock in relationship with this young (ie mid-twenties to early thirties), spunky S/O (I’m specifically imaging an afab person because…well, I am an afab and this may or may not be a shamelessly self-indulgent thought lmao) who is reckless, and flirty, and honestly sometimes a pain in the ass. And he can’t figure out what exactly it is about them that he finds so alluring, until one night he realizes….its because they remind him of Jim. (Is the S/O the reincarnation of Jim? Maybe. I won’t say yes or no 👀) -🌑

Oh my god, I cannot express how much I love this idea! Ngl, old man Spock was still fine af. Would. 100000% Would. 👀

But seriously, that would be such an incredible match! I adore the mix of a calm, logical Vulcan with a chaotic af Human as it is. But with old man Spock?? *feral growling* I NEED IT.

That being said, thank you, Nonny for bringing this thought to mind! (Sorry I'm so late answering it!)

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Oooooooh, okay?!?!? Why's this so sexy, though??? I mean, Phlox is a whole mood, honestly, but I've never really been into him like that.

...I think I might be, now. 👀

Last, but certainly not least!

I'm sorry, but this is SOOOO self-indulgent. I LOVE Phlox, no one ever writes for Phlox, but I would one hundo p let that handsome, brilliant, kind Denobulan doctor do whatever he wanted with me. And I HC that he is an aftercare KING.

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Taglist: @horta-in-charge

Day 31: Aftercare - Phlox x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW MDNI; mentions/memories of sex; otherwise, this is just super fluffy | Words: ~415 | Song: Lydias - Kraja

Your breath came shallowly, sweat beading on your skin, until you felt Phlox’s warm hand resting gently over your heart, a quiet reminder to relax. 

“Deep breaths, lovely,” he murmured from beside you. You opened your eyes to find him stretched out against your side, propped on one elbow, looking rather smug. You trailed your fingers feebly along the line of hair spanning the length of his torso, feeling thoroughly wrung out. 

You filled your lungs with cool air and exhaled slowly as Phlox’s fingers twined with yours on his chest. “You did wonderfully for me,” he sighed, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, immediately recalling to your mind the feeling of his limbs tangled with yours, his cock sliding against your dripping slit, the heat emanating from your skin as he fucked you into the mattress. 

Your relationship with the handsome Denobulan doctor had been a slow build, and you weren’t surprised that he’d managed to strike the perfect balance of passion and sweetness in your interactions - Phlox was one of the most thoughtful people you’d ever met. And that extended to his desire to take care of you when you were intimate.

He squeezed your fingers lightly. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured as he shifted out of your grasp and off the bed. You closed your eyes again, focusing on returning your breath to normal and relaxing your tense muscles. He returned a few minutes later, now clad in a pair of sleep shorts, bearing a glass of water, a damp washcloth, and a piece of your favorite chocolate. 

Phlox helped you into a sitting position, propping you up against his chest and holding the glass of water to your lips as you took small sips. He buried his nose in your hair as you finished drinking, praising you in soft whispers. As he returned the now-empty glass to your bedside table, he picked up the cool washcloth and began wiping the sweat from your skin and gently cleaning between your legs. 

“You are precious to me,” he mused, his movements honey-slow and careful, as though you really were a precious artifact. When he’d finished cleaning you up, he propped himself against your headboard and curled you into his chest, caressing your shoulders and sides. You splayed a heavy hand against his chest, your face tucked against his neck. Your eyelids were heavy, and you knew sleep would come for you soon. 

“Love you,” you whispered, before it could claim you, so he’d know.

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN FRIEND🎃👻 🐈‍⬛ FROM THE VOID (AND AZORA 🧡🖤)

AAAAAAHHHH HAPPY HALLOWEEN AZORA! HAPPY HALLOWEEN, CUTE LITTLE VOID!!! 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

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I just needed to tell you how much I was dying laughing at all your reblogs 😂 I'm recovering from surgery and it was such a boost to my spirits lol.

Aww, friend, I had no idea about your surgery. I hope it went well, and I hope your recovery is swift and easy!! I'm glad my silly little reblogs could lift your spirits, though. (heh, spirits 👻) Happy Halloween!! 🎃🖤

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He has risen baby girl

🎵🎵 And I don’t want the world to see me 🎵🎵

Ahhh! Hi friend! I hope you're doing well! Happy Halloween! 🎃🖤

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I went in the code again and saw the new Boop paws were vectors this time, so I converted them into some good sized pngs that are a little easier to work.

Save and share to boop your people later!

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happy boopoween, have a quick drawing :3

i wasn't around for the first boop event, so i'm happy to participate in this one, it's super cute