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I know this is like SUPER gay of me but could you pretty please give us (and me) some floofty worked too hard and reader/buddy had to convince them to REST FOR ONCE

Please and thank you

A/N: HI HELLO! ITS THE BITCH WHO NEEDS A BETTER UPLOAD SCHEDULE. Thankfully, tomorrow is the last exam before break!!! And I’m gonna be on vacay the whole time so!! Lots of writing to be done! This blog is not dying anytime soon I swear on my heart.

Enough rambling. I really did enjoy writing this fanfic! I haven’t done a Floofty x Reader before, but I like to think while they’ve still got a few walls and that stubbornness…they can be open and emotional vulnerable around their parent. With that said, I hope they’ve been done justice!!

Floofty x Reader (Rest Up)

“It is 3 AM, why won’t you just go to bed?”

You watch Floofty’s tired, groggily body turn to face you, squinting like a hairless cat that had been out in the sun too long.

“I am,” they state, eyebags growing eyebags under their eyes,”Perfeeeeectly fine.”

“You’re slurring your words.”

“Irrelevant.” Floofty dimissies, waving you off. They turn back around, carefully typing while looking at the notes they took during their experiments.

You click your teeth. You loved Floofty, you really did. But you always had to be a bit concerned when they did things like this, burying themselves in their work and ignoring their mental and physical health.

“Floofty, when was the last time you even ate? Slept??” You questioned, almost like a demand.

That second of hesitation speaks volumes. “Everything,” Floofty finally answers, “-is fine.”

“Floofty.”

They avoid your eyes. “I just…I just need to finish these notes.”

“Floofty.”

“Just….” They yawned. They sighed, pushing their goggles up on their face. “…I have to do this.”

You don’t respond for a bi, letting the silence echo for a moment before sighing. You walk towards your partner and hold their paw up, gently holding it alongside your own. Floofty sighs, exhaustion in their town.

“…I just…it doesn’t feel like I’ve gotten anywjeee as of late.” They mumble. “My research is hitting a dead end, either due to my own inability to catch Bugsnax or lack of volunteers beside myself.”

“You’d know I’d help you in a heartbeat, right?”

Floofty huffs. “I don’t want to risk hurting you.”

“So you rather hurt yourself?”

They fall very quiet after that one. You nuzzle into their neck, feeling them purr softly.

“I promise to help you in someway.” You state. “But it’s late, love. Let’s go to bed.” You take a bit of pride in the bristle of their fur at the mention of the l-bomb.

“Y-you know I could care less for petnames…” They respone, a faint stutter in their voice. There’s no malice either. You’re finally able to pull the purple grumpus from their seat, taking off their bow tie and goggles.

“Was that so hard?” You ask teasingly.

“Shush.” They grumble, cozying up to you in the bed.

You giggle slightly, brushing their locs back just to kiss their forehead. “Love you, Floofty. Sleep well, ok?”

“Hmm…..Love you too.” It’s quiet, but that’s ok. Because it’s for your ears only. And so is the sound of their soft snores that drift you off to sleep right with them.

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Hi there! Not a request but I just want to say I love your blog, your writing is adorable and I hope you’re doing well! 💙

This has been in my inbox for at LEAST a month, but I’m throwing it to the followers to let them know I’m alive. Hi! I’m alive!!

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I'm a big Chandlo self shipper so... could I maybe get a Chandlo x nonbinary reader story of the reader reassuring Chandlo about his anxiety? :03

A/N: HI HELLO YEA THIS BLOG IS STILL ALIVE!!!! Life’s just been a bit…much. I’m working on multiple requests at the moment, and (hopefully) I should be able to post a couple more over the week! That being said, enjoy the fic!

Chandlo x Reader (Anxiety Dawg…)

Meditation was usually something Chandlo had no trouble with! Anymore. He had become incredibly used to just sitting down and taking a few breaths to relieve his worries, just as Shelda had taught him. But it was kind of hard to, with the feeling of solid unmoveable rock in your chest.

Chandlo felt like he was going to be sick as the phone went to voicemail again. His partner hadn’t picked up in ages and it was starting to scare him. They should’ve been home by now, so why were they running so late?! Without even a text message or anything!

He tried to think of rational things, reasons why his partner would be running late. Caught up in traffic, boss wanted them to work late, hell, even a flat tire! But it didn’t stop his brain from running to the most dangerous situtaitions as well, where they could be stranded on the highway somewhere, or they had gotten into a carcrash and were seriously hut, or they couldve gotten robbed or…or things had gone their worst and they just…weren’t here anymore. And everytime he tried to curb them, they just got louder and louder. Because what if something bad had happened? What if they were hurt and he couldn’t do anything to stop it? Wasn’t he supposed to be there for them?

The click of the lock on the door jolted him out of his thoughts. He turned from his pacing to see you walking in from the outside.

“Sorry I’m late, traffic was awful tonight and-” Your sentence was cut off from Chandlo practically slamming himself into you, wrapping his arms around you.

“There you are! I was so worried about you!” Chandlo felt a weight off his conscience at you being perfectly safe and sound. “You don’t have any injuries right? Nothing?”

“Hun. You’re starting to sound like Eggabell..” You tease a bit, returning his hug. “Everything alright?”

“I just, you didn’t answer your phone, and-and you’re usually back by now-”

“My phone died, love.”

“...Oh.”

You gently rubbed Chandlo’s back, feeling him purr against you. “Spiraled a bit?”

“...Yeah.”

“Wanna put something on TV and cuddle for a little bit?”

“...Yeah.”

Chandlo gets off you, as you stand and head over to flop on the couch with him. You toss the blanket over you two and turn in the television, putting on some random game show for background noise.

You kiss his forehead. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah, actually…” Chandlo sighs, before looking away in embarrassment. “Sorry for, uh, freaking out so much.”

“It’s ok hun, I know it can get rough sometimes.” You nuzzled against him. “And I’ll be there to soothe you when it does.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

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one day real life will not bite me in the ass and I can have more free time

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you have no idea what it’s like seeing anon request something and realizing immediately who it is holy shit-/nm/lh

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i think wambus most definitely overworks himself, believing that he alone is responsible for keeping the whole town fed by tending to the garden, so may i suggest: the reader helping wambus realize he’s allowed to rest, and take a day off to relax and take care of himself?

A/N: Heya everyone! Sorry I haven’t posted in anything in the past few days ^^’. I promise I’m doing my best to work on requests! I’m typing this as I’m heading to a photoshoot, so I’m being a bit brief. Still, I hope you enjoy the fic, and thanks for sticking around!!

Wambus x Reader (Take a Break)

Wambus plowed the dirt in front of him, his breath ragged from the work. He stood a second, despite his better judgment, to lean on his hoe, wiping sweat from his brow. The farmer had been at it for hours now. His crops had let up a pretty fortunate amount, but he couldn’t rest yet.

There was a more drastic need for a garden with Lizbert’s disappearance from the island. Their main food source had disappeared, and while he did think Filbo’s new friend was busy getting everyone back, he needed to to supply them with something to eat should the worst happen. He sighed, heaved his hoe, and made another plow in the ground.

“Lot of plowing you’re doing.”

He paused, looking up at you, leaning on the garden fence. He gave a slight smile.

“Maybe a bit. Not like we don’t need it.”

You hummed in response, and Wambus continued to work. This was routine between you two, just him working away while keeping a conversation with you.

“You know you can take a break, right?”

Wambus paused. “Pardon?”

“For the past few days, from way earlier than you normally wake, to nearly dawn, you’ve been plowing away at this garden, ripe with crops. I can’t help but wonder if you know you’re allowed to take a break.”

Wambus laughed. “Sorry, but, uh…this garden feeds the whole town-”

“You feed three people. Gramble, Shelda and that journalist running around.”

Wambus flinched. You sighed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” You apologize, massaging your head. “I just…You need a break Wambus.”

He spat on the ground. “Dunno what’re on about. ‘M fine.”

“Your hands are literally shaking.”

The farmer blinked at your deadpan and checked his hands. Sure enough, they weren't…in the best shape, shaking badly. He shook his head though. “That’s nuthin.”

“Wambus, your breath is ragged, you look exhausted and you probably haven dranken anything-”

“I had some water this morin’!”

“- in the past few hours.”

Wambus grimaced. You had him there. He leaned his hoe against the fence and sighed, walking towards you.

“Listen, partner. I’m fine. I know you think I should be ‘takin’ breaks’ or whatever, but the fact of the matter is that ever since Liz has been gone, there hasn't been a reliable way to catch Bugsnax! I gotta keep the town fed.”

“For Grump’s sake, look around you!” You wave your hands at the expansive garden. “You don’t think that’s enough, just for a night?!”

“Another earthquake could happen.”

“Snorpy’s been keeping track of seismic activity, we’re fine.”

“I ain’t trustin’ the ramblings of a nutjob!” He bit back. You took a deep breath.

“Wambus Troubleham. You have. Five seconds. To surrender willingly, or pay the consequences.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Five, four, three-” Wambus rolled his eyes as you started to count, turning back to head to farmining again. “-two, one!”

He felt himself get tugged down, yelping as you dragged him by his collar.

“H-hey! What the heck are ya doin’?!” He cried out. Suprisingly, he felt too weak to properly struggle against you.

“Putting you to rest, you stubborn mule!” You retorted, entering his and Triffany’s hut and dragging him onto his bed. Wambus landed face first, and was suddenly overcome with incredible weariness. He groaned.

“Ugh…my back…my arms…”

“Feel that? That’s what happens when you neglect yoyurself for too long. You can’t help anybody in this state, now can you?” You scolded him.

“....No.”

“That’s right.” You huff. “Now, get some rest, wise guy. Your farm ain’t going nowhere.”

Wambus heard you walk off and out of the hut. And despite his mind screaming at him, for once, Wambus didn’t want to get up. You were right. He had been ignoring himself a tad too long, hadn’t he? Maybe…Maybe he’d just take a few minutes to himself. Just a few…..

He closed his eyes, unaware of his body already heading towards a nice long and well needed slumber.

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…..I. Did not mean to be offline for so long-

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Wiggle x Reader, except you get to choose what they’re doing. Are they relaxing? Preparing for a concert? Who knows! It’s up to you!

A/N: Wiggle kissers! Nice to see you! This will be the last for awhile, possibly the night, as my families tasking me out for a pre-birthday dinner! Hope you enjoy, have a nice night!!

Wiggle x Reader (Strumming Along)

“Damnit!”

“Don’t stress, darling. You’ve nearly got it down!”

“No the hell I do not.” You groaned, annoyed by must be your fiftieth mistake so far. “Wiggy, I don’t think I have your talent.”

Wiggle kisses you on your head, as you laid against her yellow tinged fur. “Nonsense. These types of things take time and practice. You’re doing pretty well for yourself right now.”

“Honey, you’re literally a mega-star.” You sighed. “You probably could play the banjo straight out of the womb.”

“Now you know that isn’t true.” Wiggle removed her hands from yours and gently preened your neck. “My ‘rise’ to stardom can’t even be called that; people remember me for one song and I was half-asleep when I was making it.”

“But-”

“Nope. No buts, dearie. You’re not amazingly good at this and neither was I. It took ages of hard work to get to this point. And maybe it’ll take you more, maybe it’ll take you less.” She nuzzled your neck, feeling you melt into her. “But I’ll be there for every second of it.”

You couldn’t stay too grumpy. Not at Wiggle. “Alright, my superstar…”

“If I’m the star, you’re the sun, darling. My world revolves around you and it always will~”

“…Ok see. Now you’ve ruined it.”

You can’t help but laugh as she playfully swats you. “It’s not my fault you’re cheesy!” You tease as she huffs, redirecting your attention and your hands to the banjo.

You take a breath, a bit anxious even with your girlfriend’s patience. Slowly, you both strum the strings, keeping the same little pitch as you’ve been practicing. And for once, you realize that it sounds good. Actually good.

“See! There you go! Congrats, darling!”

You smile a little at Wiggle’s praise, taking a breath of relief at actually achieving the few notes.

“Now we just gotta do the rest of the song!”

You groan loudly in vain.

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ANOTHER ONE!

overworked journalist that Wammy forces to get some rest and gets them to fall asleep “like a dad figure”

I find asking this one quite ironic since like you know, the wammy ask from before, Triffanny has it

G O O D

A/N: DADBUS ASKS REALLL!!! I love doing parental asks, please gimme more/hj

Pretty fun to do, mildy based off personally experience/hj, I hope you enjoy!

Wambus and Journalist (Take a Break)

With every passing minute, their body felt like it was going to give way from exhaustion. But it wasn’t like they weren’t used to that feeling, so they did their best to roll with it. Buddy had been on a real catching spree as of lately, Donating to Gramble’s barn, helping Chandlo get his ‘gains’, the snax used to help Snorpy defend against the Grumpanati or whatever had happened to somebody in town. Of course, these started to wear on them and their friends noticed. Filbo in particular.

But it was fine. They were fine. They had to be, because who was going to do it otherwise?

Buddy stopped by Wambus’s farm for a second, to gather the sauces needed to gather the Bugsnax they needed today. The farmer noticed them, pausing in his work to greet them.

“Stranger! What brings you here so early?”

“Headed out to the Simmering Springs to catch some stuff for Beffica, she’s really obsessed with Snaquiri right now….” They said, swiping some Cholocate Sauce. “Amd Wiggle wants a Grapeskeeto….oh, and Snorpy wants a Pinkle for something….then I gotta backtrack to Sugarpine-”

“Uh…those are, uh, lotta requests…” Wambus frowned, eyebrows furrowed. He rested his weight against his hoe. “Shouldn’t you space those out?”

“It’s fine. Why not do them all today, right?” Buddy yawned, shaking themselves slightly as to not fall asleep. Wambus still looked unconvinced.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” Buddy affirmed, preparing to head down to the Sinmering Springs. Their eyes were still heavy but other than the usual exhaustion, they coud run errands. Wouldn’t bet that hard. Snaquiri just had to be shot down with a bit of Sauce, and thye could used the chocolate to get Grapeskeeto, so really all they had to do was catch those, walk through the campfire, head to Sugarpine, catch the Sprinklepede, then make it back to Flavor Falls to-

Wait. Campfire?

They looked down. Oh, they were on fire. People were screaming.

Seems about right.

…..Oh grump, they’re on fire!!

Buddy ran around, kicking up as much dirt as they possibly could and stepping on their own feet in an attempt to put out the fire. Thankfully, they had only been set ablaze for a minute or so, letting it pamper out with only minor bits of singed fur. Buddy sighed.

“Buddy!” Filbo cried out, but Buddy brushed him off, intent to keep going, mumbling a quick apology.

And then, Buddy felt himself getting lifted into the air and slung a navy furred shoulder.

“Wha-?!”

“I’ve been watching ya for the past week as you ran yourself dry with different errands, ya need to lay down!” Wambus growled. “Now.”

“Wambus! Wambus, let me go!” Buddy tried to squirm their way out of Wambus’s grasp, only to fail everytime. He marched them to their hut, and plopped them on their bed, tucking them into the sheets. The journalist pouted, annoyed at the turn of events. They tried to get up, but Wambus refused to let them leave, keeping them under the blankets.

“Wambus!”

“Ya look like death, take a nap.”

“I don’t-”

“Shhhhhhhh….nap.” Wambus shushed them. “Don’t fight it, I can see it in your eyes.”

“I’m…I’m,,,” Buddy tried to struggle, but Wambsu was right. He was exhausted, sleep deprived and in a bit of pain. They laid against the pillow, feeling themselves get tucked in once more.

“I’m not tired. Just. Just a quick break.”

Wambus snorted. “Of course, Stranger.” He ruffled their hair and left their hut.

Buddy was asleep in less than two minutes.

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I fucking love your work and if there is hate for your stuff well guess what?

Fuck what others say! You are the master of your own work!

Thank you! ^^ I don’t think I haven’t gotten any hate…yet… but I appreciate the fact so many of you actually enjoy my work dhjkxshm

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ANOTHER ONE the electric bungalow!

Filbo x journalist, fillbo just being overprotective and comforting to the traumatized journalist after POST CANON

Personal headcanon is that sprout sacrificed themselves to save the journalist and got jammed “literally and figuratively 😭” from the momma melon,

A/N: As the world’s biggest Buddy kinnie, I love Filbuddy!! Tysm for this request! I cut out Sprout dying because it’s kinda iffy with my third rule, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!!

Filbo x Buddy (Postgame)

Trauma was honestly the worst, and Buddy could tell you that first hand.

Every night after Snaktooth made them feel awful, every nightmare of watching Lizbert and Eggabell’s bodies fading away, the roaring of the Bugsnax trying to eat him and their friends, the sickening feeling of the parasites all over their body when they were in the Undersnax.

It go so hard, trying to just live sometimes. Getting up everyday and pretending that everything was fine for his boyfriend’s sake. But they just couldn’t.

They blankly stared at the ceiling, cuddled in their comforter, not willing to leave their room today. Or the motivation to do anything. Their tear soaked fur was as messy as it was thin and bloodshot eyes from said crying. They just wanted to slowly rot, slowly decay in their bed.

They heard footsteps approaching from the door, and knew who it was without even looking. Buddy closed their eyes, pretending to be asleep, before hearing the door open. Silence.

“Buddy, I know you’re not sleeping.”

Buddy still kept their eyes closed.

They heard a sigh, and felt someone crawl into bed with them, tucking them gently in his arms. They felt their paw being rubbed gently by their partner’s thumb.

“Hey Buddy, bad day?”

“Every day is a bad day, Filbo.” They couldn’t help but growl, but their demeanor swifted back quickly. “I’m s-sorry.”

Filbo kissed them. “It’s ok, sweetheart. Just talk to me. Please.”

A choked sob left Buddy’s mouth as they clung onto Filbo’s shoulder, The mayor held them tightly, letting his trembling partner breakdown in his arms.

“I see them everyday, Filbo- all the stupid parasites I fed everyone, all the carnage, I just can’t do it anymore!” They sobbed. “I don’t have the strength to be strong for anyone anymore!”

“Then don’t be.” Filbo tried to reassure. “You don’t have to be strong for them, you don’t have to be strong right now.”

“But what about you?! You’re not dealing with this any better than me, Filbo!” Buddy retorted, sniveling. Filbo looked prepared to argue, but sighed and stopped. “You’re right. It hasn’t been easy for me either. But ot sure as hell isn’t easy for you right now,”

Filbo held Buddy tightly. “And I’d rather make sure my boyfriend is ok more than anything else in the world.”

Buddy broke down once more in his boyfriend’s hands, feeling loved and secured. They didn’t have to be strong right now. They could just be themselves. And felt amazing to them.

Maybe they wouldn’t feel immediately better, but they had Fibo. And maybe that was enough right now.

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- “alright, I’ve finished my homework! I’ll play a bit of bugsnax because I finally have my own copy, then do some requests !!! >:3”

- gets sidetracked and plays for the entire rest of the evening

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Yeah Hi I have a request!! I request....that you stop taking requests for a bit and take a break and get some rest uvu

admittedly. ADMITTEDLY. Im thinking about it. However. I have like 12 backed up, and it’s almost Friday. I think I can crunch everything out over the weekend.

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AAAAAA HI IM THE SNORPY REQUESTER !! IMSO HAPPY EHEHFHSHRVDBDBVFNFKRKFJFBB THANK YOU SO MUCH ITS PERFECT <33333333 I love hearing him infodump about anything so dw about straying from the subject i provided omgmggmgg

OH ok cool ^^ thank im glad you liked it!!

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That one anon definitely isn't the only snorpykisser. The thing you wrote has me giggling and twirling my hair. This is such a great blog genuinely

AJSKZOOZKSKKS???? NOW YALL JUST SAYING THINGS😭😭/nm/lh

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hi ... so like .. im the only snorpy selfshipper afaik qnd i require food so .... can you maybe if you want to write a snorpy x reader scenario where he gets to infodump about conspiracies and all that jazz on a date while the reader (me) lovingly listens to him if you dont mind ,,, tysm hehe !!

A/N: SNORPY KISSER SO REAL. I don’t self-ship with him, but I do wanna be his friend and I have a bit of a crush on him. I forgot to do conspiracies and made it some show with a plot I came up with though…sorry ^^’

Snorpy x Reader (Infodumping)

You knocked quietly, hoping you wouldn’t disturb him while he was getting ready or startle him. “Snorpy? Hun? Ready to go?”

“In a moment, dearest!” Came the muffled reply, as the sound of scattering pencils and sheets from papers most likely knocked over in his haste. You can’t help but snort at your boyfriend’s antics, waiting semi-impatiently. You don’t have to wait for much longer thankfully, as he stumbles out of the room a few minutes later. He stands in front of you, giddy and nervous at the same time. “I hope I look presentable..?” He asks.

He looks adorable, handsome as well. His usual apron and cap were removed, with his locs being put into a nice little ponytail. His apron was removed in place of a red knitted sweater, from a close friend, and navy overalls, rolled up at the ends. And while you would normally tell him as much, his bashful, hopeful grin is too much for you not to kiss him. You gently cup his cheeks, and press your lips against his forehead, nose and lips in rapid succession.

“D-Darling!” He cries out, surprised glee in his voice.

“You look amazing as always, Snorpington.” And you mean it. You hold out your hand, and he takes it as you walk out the apartment you two share.

“So, where are we heading, anyways?” He asked. You’ve kept the location of your date incredibly secret so far, and you planned to keep it that way.

“Nowhere crowded, I promise~”

“That’s incredibly vague…”

You simply shrug, him snorting at your smirk. You both head inside the car, shift it into gear, and reverse out your apartment grounds. It’s not a far drive, just a couple turns and a few miles until your car reaches a deep forested area.

“Love?” Snorpy inquires, glancing around at what he presumes is an empty space. “I don’t understand why you’ve…” He turns out and you visibly see his breath get taken away. His pupils dilate. The little things you love about him when he’s flustered. “Oh.”

You hold a small bundle of blankets, as well as a picnic basket, kissing Snorpy before heading in front of him. “C’mon, this way!”

He follows after your brisk steps, nearly tripping over a tree root or two until you two make it to a cliff. You’ve chosen the perfect time, the sun setting as evening comes, it’s orange hue providing a perfect view on top of the large ledge you’ve chosen.

Snorpy sputters as you rest down the blankets. “H-how did you even find-?”

“Me and Chandlo found it after a hike in the woods, I thought it’d be a cute date spot.” You spread out your picnic, admittedly full of his favorite sweets as it has actual food in it. “Sit down!” You say, taking a seat on the blanket. Snorpy drapes himself across your lap.

“Mmmm…it is quite nice outside. Thank you, dear. I did need a bit more fresh air.” Snorpy hums.

“No problem. But hey, now that we got some time to ourselves, you wanna tell me about the theories for that new show you got into?” His eyes light up, and he rushes to unlock his phone. You’re so used to seeing it when he talks about his charts or Grump Peaks, it's cute seeing it for something else.

“Oh where do I even begin?! It’s just- The mystery is so gripping and the threads are connected and -ok, ok, the main character, I think personally she's the one that betrayed the crew because if you look at the beginining of the show-” Snorpy rambles uncontrollaby, pulling out a slideshow he had made on his phone for you to scroll through. The bright radiant joy from your normally so quiet boyfriend is something you cherish and care for.

“And then, it’s Grump Peaks right, where, uh, where…” His fingers snap. “Right! The-the-“ Snorpy flapped his hands squealing, before returning to his infodumping. You listen to him patiently, stroking his locs all the while.

“So, you’re saying this cyborg lady is actually the mother of…Jaxon?” You ask.

“Yes! Exactly!” Snorpy nods. He stammers for a second, before taking a breath and looking at you grateful. “Um…t-thank you. Y’know for listening to me.”

“Of course. I could listen to you ramble all day, especially when you look so happy, honey.” You giggle, smooching his nose. “Now go on, I wanna hear more!” The floodgates for theories open once more, as Snorpy stims with his hands, infodumping his heart out. His smile is infectious, and his eyes still gleam.

Yeah. You could listen to him ramble all day.

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Oh yeah, noticed someone said this, I have requests as well but like they said take the time ya need, cause like YOUR THE ONLY ONE DOING BUGSNAX AT ALL, LIKE BUSH YOU KEEPING THE BUGSNAX LOVERS ALIVE FR FR, so like I said and others take all of the time ya need :)

Thank you! You are really are too nice ^^’. This week has been pretty small though, so maybe I can get through some more requests in there! Clear out my inbox a bit, Y’know?