#and then ploof

[montereybayaquarium]

Peek-a-floof, pufflings!

We’re egg-cited to welcome the newest additions to our tufted puffin colony! These two fluffy puffin chicks (a.k.a. pufflings!) recently hatched here as part of a Species Survival Plan managed by the Association of Zoos and Aquariums that oversees the health and breeding of nearly 200 tufted puffins across 15 zoos and aquariums.

The adorable, fuzzy voids will grow up on exhibit, assisted by our un-beak-lievable aviculture and veterinary teams. You can peek at these precious pufflings among the diving birds in the Open Sea. It might be a little hard to spot them inside their burrows and they’ll be heading behind the scenes for a little while soon.  But don’t worry! They’ll be back on exhibit once they’re fully fledged. 

Chick #2’s name is… Yuzu! But we need your kelp naming Chick #1! Our animal care team has picked three options and we’re asking YOU to help us choose the perfect name by voting in the poll! ⬇️

[eryanlainfa]

Anyway- silly Mystic Realm headcanon comic planning I'll never finish because too many panels and its still not all of em yet 😭

[dire-vulture]

i realized i never really shared my aethers so here we go!

My first hatch was Tae! Who is not my dragon anymore but thought I'd show for posterity haha. The colors just weren't working for me so I traded aer with @ferberus-skull in return for Ploof, the cerise/honeydew girl! I'd been thinking about the color cerise recently and when I saw her I just felt like she was the one for me c:

And my second egg is Alexandria, which she prefers to spell A|ə×&riᾶ .. funky space library devourer hfghg i'm hoping to get a fun accent for that.

Next up is Bleepbloop who I have shown already, my only m pose so far - they were a gift before aethers and I thought could be fun to make into the new breed! The name he came with turned out to be perfect too haha

and my newest addition that I just got tonight is the swampy looking Throwback Thursday! i thought of the name and had to go aether shopping immediately hfhdfg you can just call them Throwback!

[redscorpiocat]

Random doodle of Zachie

Bullet

Ploof

Grass

[normalabby]

@sonicthehonic

I spent like 5 hours editing this gif frame by frame to make this shitty edit that I wanted to exist

[metalobrukht]

You all DO NOT fucking understand.

A “what did I do-o-o-o 😭😭😭 I'm just a little guy, I'm apolitical, what do you want from me-e-e-e 😭😭😭😭” russian is not a “good” russian. It is a product of russian propaganda they've got going on inside the country. It is what they've been brainwashed to think like. Their government feeds them contradicting lies and punishes for speaking up, so they sit quietly, not even wanting to learn about Kursk.

They went on a protest when there was no electricity due to infrastructure damage. They went on a protest abroad when a russian nazi singer got blocked on Spotify. Why don't they protest the war while living in Britain? Why do they either not give a fuck or attack Ukrainians abroad? It is THEIR choice to see Chechnya, Georgia, Ukraine, Syria and then ploof on their backs receive belly scratches that Western folk happily provides.

They don't engage, then visit Crimea in the summer and run in complete bewilderment with tears on their faces when there's a bomb. What war? They're apolitical, guys. How could you? What did they do? Of coooourse they can call a Ukrainian a cowshed animal and still be apolitical (in russian of course, so you, their western friend, don't think bad of them). They can mock any language that got trapped under the empire however they please and not notice any oppressive undertones. You all did not hear what they think about Belarussian or Ukrainian — NOT when they're confronted, but when they speak in their space and in their language.

Image 1, “Dead languages of russia”

Image 2, “Guess why the fuck there are so many nationalities in ruzzian empire and why is that their culture is being erased. A bonus question: by whom? An extra hard question: do ordinary russians think that these people have the same social status as them? Do they think that some nationalities are subhuman?”

Of course they call for “peace”, because, you see, war is bad, because fuck the war! — because it's a surface-area nice thing they can say to get friends, because they're too “pure” to follow up with “they should give up so the killings stop giving me a bad reputation and I DO NOT GIVE A SINGLE SHIT about death when it's not on my Twitter feed”.

I know what a Westerner would think about this. At the very, very best, literally peak compassion I've met maybe twice, it would be: “Damn this is xenophobic, but I bet they're going through a lot right now, so I won't tell them that they're wrong”. And the funny thing is that I am not wrong. They're just nice to you, because your nation is not the funny one that belongs in the stables. If they're an opposition, they just want a better russia, not a free Ukraine.

And I'm talking about “leftists” here (not sure if it's the correct term, like, politically), the ones being befriended and cherished online. Shit the openly genocidal ones produce, which are many, is far beyond Western comprehension.

[theserenadeofshadows]

8. Make a splash, pool fun - Mermay Day 3

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@ts4-poses

MerMay Day 3: Make a splash, pool fun. (See the full MerMay prompt list I follow on my Instagram).

About the posepack:

Make a splash and have fun with these unisex pool poses for mermaids and Sims!

Placement and tips:

Place the teleporter on top of the pool water to have them line up correctly. Place the Teleporter knight not 🎃in the middle of the float, but in the float as shown in the image.

The floats do move up and down with the water. Pause the game when to water/float is at it's highest as shown in the image.

Sims' silhouttes morph underwater, try different angles to perfect your underwater shot.

Needs:

Syboulette's Donut Float which can be 🎃 found here: Ploof Pool CC 

Terms of use:

- Don't change the poses, adjusting to fit the frame/bodytype is allowed.

- Don't reupload the poses.

- Don't place them behind a paywall.

- Don't claim the poses as your own.

Socials/contact:

Please let me know if there are any issues (other than the known ones) so I can work on it.

I would love to see your merfolk and Sims with these poses, feel free to tag me on Instagram @TheSerenadeOfShadows  or Tumblr @TheSerenadeOfShadows.

[tomfowlery]

Pipe and Ploof: Freelance Hellions (Collab with @/ploofy_doofy on Instagram)

[greyspirehollow]

Vesuvia Weekly ; Where... do these stairs go?

Pairings : Liam (my mc) x Quaestor Valdemar - Platonic

Fandom : The Arcana visual novel

Warnings : Plague years, wipeeee 💥; beetles maybe ; human corpses/bodyparts ; sickness everywhere ; spooky spooks scares scary (so horror, if I write it correctly) ; sick people ; vomitting ; gore

Summary : Working in the dungeons is something alright. Even more so when there's literally a room no one ever goes to, not even the head physician of the palace...

The Plague was ravaging Vesuvia. Doctors came and went, hurried through rows of beds and operation tables, bumping into each other. It was, sadly, rather normal. Sounds of loud coughing and retching echoed through the dungeons’ halls... Music to the Quaestor’s ears. Boxes of instruments were moved around, from one desk to a table, doctors shouted at nurses and nurses shouted at doctors. The horrid air filled their nostrils and they let out a blissful sigh. Those sounds, this smell, it was almost akin to a lullaby for them. As the day came to an end, they retreated to their office, as they rubbed their hands together and got ready to count today’s victims.

The office itself was noticeably more quiet, which was somewhat appreciated, since they had to focus on writing, counting, and organizing. They flipped through the various files the doctors had slipped under their office door throughout the day, looking through the reports, causes of death and such. After writing down everything, they organized the reports in a neat pile which they then dumped in the wooden box at their feet. They stretched, their joints snapping slightly from staying sitting in the same position for too long.

They tilted their head as they heard a knock at the door. "Come in." It was strange for someone to come in at that time. Or come in at all. As the door opened, they recognized Dr.072. They stood up from their chair. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah I uh... Can’t find your trash tub?" Liam said, slightly awkward.

Ah, the trash tub. The little recipient in which they tossed whatever bodypart they were done with.

"Yes, I put it near the well this time." They replied, straightening their apron and swiftly walking out of the office, expecting Dr.072 to follow, which he did. Once they both reached the pit, Valdemar gestured to the trash tub, and Liam opened the beetle well to dump its contents inside. He watched as the various lumps of bloody flesh slipped into the well with a ploof, the skittering of the delighted red beetles feasting reaching his ears. He looked at the swarm of insects for a little while, torn between shuddering and smiling. Liam sighed and put the empty trash tub away, looking back at Valdemar, who had closely observed the trash disposal with their eerie grin, as usual.

"...Say, I have a question."

Liam said, breaking the silence.

"Mh?"

"...What’s behind that door?"

He pointed at the old, dark, small door at the very end of the operating hall.

"Mh? I don’t know, I never went there."

... Pardon? Valdemar, never having gone to one of the corners of their dungeons? That...

"What?"

They shrugged

"It never seemed important. Do you want to go check? I won’t stop you."

Liam hesitated, looking back at the door. He walked towards it, his steps resonating in the hall, as Valdemar watched, standing still in their spot. The necromancer approached the door, carefully avoiding the splats of blood and flesh on the ground. He paused, and looked it up and down. The wood was dark and dull, as if it had been smoked, nearly burned. It didn’t look very sturdy, but as Liam got a hold of the doorknob, he found himself struggling to push the door open. He took a deep breath and shoved his shoulder into the wood, and nearly tumbled forward as the door opened. He looked beyond, trying to see something in the darkness. But all he could see were stairs... Stairs leading into nothing. Little particles of ash flew before his eyes and he stood there for a second, stunned. What was this room...?

He looked at the stairs, wondering if he should go down. But as he saw the way they slowly disappeared into nothingness, he decided against it. Where could they lead...? He looked at the blackness in front of him again, trying to sense something, a hint of magic, looking for clues of someone's past presence... But he found nothing. A thin layer of dust covered each steps of the stairs, but there wasn't a single cobweb or a single beetle to be found here. He swallowed nervously. This... This wasn't good. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the fact that there seemed to be absolutely nothing in there... Bugged him. As if something was supposed to be there, but it wasn't anymore, long gone, vanished eons ago, out of reach for his mortal mind...

He swallowed thickly. This... Whatever this was, was wrong. And yet he couldn't bear to look away. As if he was stuck in place, bound to be frozen in place as those stairs and the mysterious room ahead were.

"Should we go down?"

Liam gasped loudly and flinched as he heard Quaestor Valdemar's voice right next to his ear. He tried his best to calm back down, looking between them and the stairs.

"... Are we supposed to?" He inquired, making the surgeon's head tilt.

"Whatever do you mean? Are you trying to say we are forbidden from entering this place?"

Liam paused, and looked back at the eerie staircase. They weren't... Wrong. He did feel as if he wasn't supposed to go down. But why, if there was nothing there...?

"..."

Valdemar's gaze looked at the stairs too. They paused, contemplating what was before them, a mix of curiosity and resilience swelling in their chest. They couldn't tell what was down there, and that was curious. But at the same time, if they of all people couldn't guess what was there, then maybe there was nothing to see. Or... There was something, but they or Dr.072 weren't allowed to know. What a puzzling dilemma... Finally something interesting.

They quietly debated in their mind for a while, just as Liam did. They both stood in front of the eerie staircase, unsure of what to do.

"... You know what? Let's not. That would be a waste of time."

"Yes, I believe it would."

Both agreed to close the door and go about Vesuvia's plague business as they were supposed to. The mysterious room, however, had now a place in the back of Valdemar's mind... As time went on, they found themselves more, and more, and more curious. They decided to go in. What were they risking, anyway?

When all the doctors had left the dungeons, they stood in front of the ominous staircase again, and, one step at a time, went down. Their silhouette was progressively engulfed by the darkness, and their eyes got used to the obscurity. There was almost quite literally nothing but barren, dusty, grey and ash-colored walls, and the staircase was exactly 55 steps - they'd counted, just in case -. They reached a cube-like empty room, and looked around attentively, trying to find little clues, such as things carved in the brick walls, or buttons, or any kind of thing that stood out and could give them an answer. All they found was a small, metallic gear on the floor. They crouched down and picked it up to inspect it.

They felt a strange sensation in their hands, a faint hum of... Energy, or something similar. They looked at the gear attentively, trying to comprehend what this thing was and what it was doing there... But they couldn't figure it out. This... Was probably the strangest thing. They could feel it - the object almost vibrating, its energy trying to come into contact with their mind, but failing. It was like dipping one's head underwater or standing in the breeze, a faint flow, a glimpse, a snipet from a realm they didn't know of. Whatever the object, and who or what was attached to it, was trying to communicate, it failed. It just couldn't reach them, no matter how much it tried.

After a while of unsuccessful attempts at discovery, they sighed, and decided to go back up. They put the gear down, and took the stairs back up to the dungeons...

The following day, they decided to talk about their discovery to Dr.072, only to be met with confusion on his part.

"What staircase?"

They were even more confused by the fact he didn't seem to remember, and briefly checked if it wasn't some symptom of illness but... He was completely fine. No magical or physical traces of modifications on his body or in his mind, no sickness no fever...

And when they went back to the staircase, they were met with a simple wall, as if it had simply never been there.

beetle dividers by @kodaswrld

[plottwiststudios]

Women of Xal - %15 off

It’s time for some gay alien politics. 

[steam] [itch.io]

Seen this CG yet? No? You should! That’s right, year two of the game being out means it’s time for our second Steam Summer Sale, let’s gooooooo! 

Guide Xjena up the political ladder to the coveted position of Matriarch. Or guide her into a knife repeatedly! That’s fine too! In an alien society where lying is impossible, make sure you utilize your powers to rewind time as you choose the best path forward.

A visual novel with many significant choices and four major endings: two bad, one neutral, and one good. Plus a bunch of ways to accidentally end things early.

12 character arcs with options for romance and/or friend routes! 7 women and 8 men. 

Aro/Ace and Poly runs! One player in our Discord mapped out the maximum number of dates they could go on in one run. 10/10 speed dating strats.  (How do you get the Discord link? Well, that happens to be in game.

Plus!!

Many, many bugs have been either squashed or gently relocated outside since launch. Some still haunt us, but we’re working on it.

Steam Achievements very soon??? We figured out how, we just gotta... do it. lol

Want to get to the gay faster? You’re in luck! We’ve added a whole new mode to the game: Steamer Mode. If you want to skip the exposition at the start and get right to the interesting stuff, this mode offers you a streamlined early game - at the cost of missing a few clues along the way, of course. 

Curious what our team has been up to since Women of Xal’s release? Well.... mostly recovering from moving, if I’m honest. We’ve keeping our heads down and working at our boring day jobs while tossing around ideas for future games and stories in the background. We plan to have the script for Women of Xal’s sequel completely written before launching the Kickstarter, but we’re also looking at things like art books, novels, a 15 minute horror game, Patreon.... maybe even a silly little mobile game for collecting ploofs. Or snakes. One of our founders really likes danger noodles. 

Until then we’ll just wait.

[steam] [itch.io]

(I had a big work meeting today and I’m loopy lmao ~Shald)  

[dire-vulture]

I feel like I'm cheating because this is something I specifically sought out and got help from Dragon Measurement Pro Frederick#415633 who found both these dragons for me but yeah i have Blessing, the Lightest tundra and Skunk, the Heaviest tundra :D

and since they're newer, i thought it'd be fun to throw in my aethers! Ploof is my lightest, and Throwback is my heaviest!

These are my heaviest and lightest dragons of the same species!

What are yours? I'd love to know if you have a tundra that trumps either of my fellas, but feel free to show whatever breed you want!

[sootchild]

What’s Abigail’s hair care routine that keeps her tail all poofy like that? What does she use?

She washes her fur as needed and uses hair picks to get that ploof.

[fjordfolk]

ploof

[justash02]

Rebound.

Pairing; Wilhem x Fem!reader.

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A/n: I’m so obsessed with this man, Edvin has my heart so I just wanted to make a little smut with our boy Wilhem. (Kinda weird to say that bc my dead grandpas name is Wilhem-) I think Wilhems sexuality is still unlabed pls if not text me and I’ll delete it. (Writing this at work btw-)

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Warnings; Smut! UNDER 18 DO NOT INTERACT GO PLAY IN THE PARK.

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I’ve been texting Wille all break and I am confident to say that we are good friends at this point. His taking his break up with Simon don’t well… like at all.

Ever now and then I see him out side of class and he just looks drained from all the emotions he’s feeling. And I definitely can’t blame him. He’s having a bomb of emotions at this point that he has no clue how to deal with.

Seems like I’ll be of to the store, I put my phone back into my pocket in a swift move and turned on my heels.

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Later that night I went over to Willes room, number 15 and knocked on the door. I heard shifting around in the room and second later a tired looking Wilhem opened the door.

His dirty blond hair hung in front of his face as his brown eyes pierced mine own. He opened the door fully so I could come in and closed it later.

“Is he that bad?” Wille could only scoff as he grabbed his laptop, “Hes fucking awful, like, every thing he does disgusts me.” Ploof, he laid on the bed close to me. His body heat instantly warmed me up making me drop my eyes a little at the comfort.

“What did you get your crown prince?” He asked raising his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and hit his arm, “we agreed you wouldn’t abuse that power anymore with me.” He just laughed at looked at me as I pulled my rainbow bag onto the bed.

“I got you some cherry soda.” His eyes peeked up from the bag as he instantly sat up, “All those are mine?” I nodded and handed them to him. “Wait… how did you know I love cherry?” He asked smiling.

I could feel the heat travel up to my cheeks as I coughed a bit. “U-uh, you told me a few weeks ago. I have a pretty good memory of my friends and what they like.” He stared down at the soda and back up at me and smiled.

“You’re the best, might keep you all to my self.” Sadly you’re just joking. “I also got you some Chips and some candy.” He leaned over and instantly his cologne filled my senses. Weirdly enough his whole excisions screams comfort.

“Wait, does this mean you didn’t have dinner?” He suddenly asked, I just shrugged but he definitely wasn’t having it. He picked up his phone and called the Royal court.

“Hey, Jan-Olof. The food in the cafeteria hasn’t been that good lately and I’ve started to notice that it affects my studies, could you can me some (Fav food) and could you make it two portions? I’m extremely hungry.” He said, I heard Jan-Olof agree on the other side of the line as Wille closed his phone with a smug smile.

“You did not just call the Royal Court just for food-“ I said laughing, he just laughed with me and started scrolling through the movies.

“Horror?”, “meh, everything I’ve seen on Netflix was shit.”, “Romance?”, “You want me to be that miserable?”, “Comedy?”, “Eehhh I don’t know.” This went on for ages until we decided on The Hunger Games.

“You’re so lucky I like you.”

“You Royal people just don’t have taste.” I said winking. He smiled and avoided my gaze until Jan-Olof knocked on the door. I quickly hid and waited till they were done.

“Thank you, bye Jan-Olof!” Wille said waving the older man goodbye. “Here you go darling.” Oh- I heated up a bit and took the bag from him. “wait, how did you know what my favorite food is?” I asked Wille.

He just shrugged and winked at me before tearing open to boxes of food, he grabbed me a small bed table for my box and set the laptop in front of us.

“Don’t you want it?” I asked pointing to the table, “Nah, I don’t trust you with food on my bed.”, “Ok, rude.” He just laughed and started playing the movie.

After a while we were both finished eating and we had moved a bit closer to each other. I regretted coming here in just my tank top and some shorts as the cold air creeps in the room ever now and then.

“Uh Y/n.. want a sweater?” Wille asked flustered, “Mhm?” I looked at him seeing him already looking at me, but he wasn’t looking at my face.

I followed his vision and they landed fully on my breasts, my hard nipples showing through my tanktop. Oop- my hands clapped around them accepting his offer only to have Wille not respond.

“Have I told you I’ve never been with a girl before, like sexually?” He asked, his eyes still not leaving my now covered breasts, he slowly looks up with something in his eyes I’ve never seen before from him.

“N-no, you haven’t… didn’t think it was appropriate to ask the crown prince that…” I said, his lip got caught between his teeth as he ran his hand though his hair. “C-Can I.. maybe…” His voice was soft and insecure.

He glared over at my lips before inching closer, moving so slow as if he was giving me time to push him away in need.

“Wille…” I whispered, he gently closed the gap between us and kissed me, it was soft and gentle. His hand slowly moved to my face to cup it as I kissed him back.

I moved my arms around his neck and pulled him closer and he pulled me into his lap. His lips still ever so gently moving against mine. Fuck, what the fuck am I doing?

“W-wait Wille.” I said pressing against his shirt covered chest, “I’m not going to be a rebound, you’re not thinking straight.” I said as confident as I could. Did I mean it? Partly? Would I still let him fuck me even if I would just be a rebound? Yes.

“I-“ BANG, before Wille could finish the door of his room swings open revealing Henry, I quickly pushed myself off of Wille and covered myself up with his blanket feeling extremely exposed at the moment. “Hey we are going to prank- oh shit- uh, hey, y/n. Uh, I uh, I didn’t mean to cock block I promise.”, “Henry.”, “Yes?”, “Leave.”, “Yes sir.” Henry blurred out and threw the door closed.

The rooms was silence for a few minutes, the sound of Wille’s clock next to his bed was almost echoing through the room.

“I’ll go get you-“

“Maybe I should go-“

Panic seemed spread through Wille as he jumped up standing in front of me, “N-no don’t leave.” He said, he turned around and grabbed me a sweater and signed me to put my arms up.

I looked away and did what he asked as he put the sweater over my head. “Don’t worry about Henry, he won’t say anything.”

I just hummed, scenarios filling my mind as Wille sat down with a puff next to me. Silence filled the room once again as Wille started moving uncomfortably next to me.

“You good?”

“Y-Yes just- I’m hard…” oh. “I get it if you don’t want to do anything anymore, here.” He said handing me the laptop, “I-I’ll just be in the shower- you know… getting rid of this.” He said, I just nodded I stared into space a bit but I couldn’t keep my mind off of the feeling of his lips onto mine.

I could feel the heat getting more bothersome as I heard the shower turn on, just thinking about the unholy stuff he’s probably doing at this moment makes me completely insane. Truth is I’ve always thought Wilhem is extremely attractive and I think he knows I like him.

I leaned back against his pillow and closed my eyes, I started imaging how good his fingers would feel as they fucked into me. I could heard Wille soft groans and moans and that made me lose my mind.

I slowly stood up and moved closer to the bathroom, his delicious whimpers filled the room as I softly opened the door. What on earth was I doing?

I pulled my hair out of the bun I made earlier and stepped inside, I gently closed the door trying to be as quiet as I could and started undressing myself.

I was so far into my daze that reality doesn’t even set in anymore as I stepped in behind him, I slowly laid my hand of his waist as he jumped a bit. He turned around and his brown eyes met mine.

His cheeks were bright red but he quickly recovered and held out his hand for me to take. His wet warm hands cupped mine as he pulled me into him. I felt his dick press against my leg as I let out a gasp from surprise.

He didn’t say anything instead he just inspected my body and curves, his long fingers traced over my skin as he soon got a look of my stretch marks, “You’re beautiful…” he said in awe.

If I didn’t know he was so head over heels for Simon I would think he actually meant it. I caught my bottom lip between my teeth as his lips make their way to my neck, I sigh left my lips. God he was so good.

“Im starting to think you want a different shower than this.” He said, the cocky tone in his voice didn’t help me much, I could feel myself getting more and more hot and bothered as he cupped my butt messaged my cheeks roughly. His lips soon left my neck and intertwined with mine again.

“Do you need me to prepare you?” He asked against my lips, the words were rushed and hastily. I pulled away and gazed down to his cock, I reached over to it gently cupped it making his breath hitch.

His pretty pink tip looked so nice and red almost angry, he was the perfect size in my opinion. He seemed to be well groomed which was definitely a plus point. Finally a guy who takes care of himself.

“I don’t think so.” I whispered as my mouth started to water. He smirked and wrapped his arms around my legs pulling me up against the walls he sat me on the little seat as he roughly spread my legs.

“Be a good girl for me and keep your legs open for me?” He asked but it seemed more like a order, he cupped his dick with his hand and slowly started leaning closer to my entrance.

“Are you sure?” He whispered extremely impatient, “yeah-“, “No I mean like. Are you sure you want to do this and risk falling in love with me?” He said smirking. I laughed and smacked his chest.

“Cheeky cunt-“ I couldn’t even finish my sentence as he thrusts his cock in, I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck making him lean closer.

He sighed almost out of relieve as he felt my pussy welcoming his cock so nice and good. He leaned his forehead against my shower and gently kissed the skin there.

“Fuck, Y/n/n. I might cum faster then I thought I would.” He said laughing a bit. “I don’t mind,” I whispered in his ear, “Do whatever you want baby.” He whimpered a bit at the nickname making me smile.

Soon he started thrusting his hips back and forth just hitting the spot making my eyes rol back a bit, I could just feel that my reaction was giving him the confidence he needed because soon he tried to hit the spot more and more just to get reactions out of me.

Soon the sounds of skin clapping filled the room, the wet noises and the steam around us added to the passion we were both feeling.

“F-fuck, Y/n-“ He fucked harder into me, he fucked into me so good that I almost forgot about being quiet. But as close as I was to cumming too I couldn’t help but let my mind wonder off to the fact that I am very much I love with him.

No y/n you can’t do that to him, it’s not fair-

Hé leaned over closer then before and pressed his thumb against my pearl of nerve, flicking it with the most concentration that he could have at the moment as he was getting more and more pussy drunk.

“Ah- shit… Wille.” I whined out, he sped his speed up a bit and with that his thumb went faster too, pushing me over my edge.

My legs started to shake, my eyes began to water and I couldn’t hold the loud moan that left my lips. He quickly grabbed my chin and planted his lips on to mine in another kiss. But this kiss felt different. Almost as it.. it was love?

I purposefully squeezed my walls around his cock making him groan as he fucked out my high, “Cum in me.” I could see the hesitation in Willes eyes for not even a second before he cummed. He was shaking in his legs at the powerful orgasm he had and fucked into me just to get the last drops of cum in me.

“F-fuck.” He groaned, his cum filled me to the brim making me feel ever so full. He pulled out and he sat on the ground of the shower. He pressed his legs against his chest and covered his face.

“Wille?” I quiet sob come from the boy making me worried, I choice to ignore the cum running down my legs as I sat on my knees in front of him. “Wille? Are you okay? This doesn’t have to change our friendship.” I said placing my hands on his knees leaning slightly over to see his red eyes as tears ran down his face.

“I-I think I’m having a p-panic attack-“ He gasped as he lets go of his face, his eyes quickly met mine as he keeps gasping for air. I quickly placed one hand in his chest to feel his heart and one of his cheek.

“Wille, im here, you’re ok… I promise.” During his gasps more tears start falling down as he completely breaks down. “I-I’m not ok.” He whimpered out. That broke my heart. His bottom lip started shivering and his eyes shot all over the place as he tried to find something else to focus on.

“C-Can you just hold me?” He cried out and he reached out his arms, now tears were running down my face as I quickly wrapped my arms around the boy. “I-I think I’m in love with you.. but also with Simon. I don’t know what to do anymore.” He said crying.

With pain in my heart I knew that he would pick Simon over me any day and that I was just a one time thing to me.

A rebound.

[a-usernamelol]

Some Allan and his dad writing vomit

I was bored, somewhat in a bad mood and wanted a pick me up, so I wrote two pages worth of no plot, pure softness, happy Allan after being adopted by @the-chaotic-scilla-aster original character Milo Sullivan Calix, or just Calix, as Allan usually knows him by. Keep in mind I have not checked this for grammer or spelling mistakes because I kind of made this in the spark of the moment, so honestly grammer wise it’s probably terrible LMAO Enjoy my delulu bs lol

Gold rays of sunshine poured through the window, forcing all in its path to bask in its supposed glory. The rug shone ever brighter in the warmth, each strand reaching up into its light much like glowing plants. The table was firmer in the light, standing tall so the wood might reflect the light in its glory. 

Allan, on the other hand, had squeezed himself and a blanket into a shadow against the wall, where the light didn’t reach, curled up in a pile of pillows on the couch, comfortably snuggled away in his little fortress. He had the blanket wrapped around every part of him, feet holding it down and his lip’s gently cuddled against the warmth, as if some great wind would rip it away in an instant. 

He was so small, for someone who could be considered tall. His knees were pulled up against his chest in a way that couldn’t possibly be comfortable for more than an hour, yet he had been in that position throughout the night. 

Then, his silence was interrupted by light steps wandering over, someone much larger and stronger than him, who chuckled at the sight of the boy curled up into nothing. He sat down next to the pile of pillows and reached over to pet the pink hair that glittered reflections of the light, defiant to the boy’s wants of shadow. 

Allan stayed perfectly still, as if trying to fake his own death, trying to ignore the fingers pleasantly brushing his hair, hoping to wake him up gently. Eventually Allan took notice that they weren’t going away and he grumbled pathetically, squeezing himself closer into his blanket, which only made the stocky old man laugh and reach over and pull him up a bit by the shoulders, which in turn only made Allan complain more.

“Get up, the sun has risen and so must you, you comfy thing.” Calix cooed gently as Allan dragged the blanket against his mouth again, the pillows he had so meticulously built around himself tumbling onto the floor in a great ploof of stuffing. 

“You have a room you know.” The old man continued, causing Allan to grumble once more.

“I was comfy.” He bemoaned.

“That, I gathered.” Calix messed up Allan’s carefully combed hair by mussing it with his gigantic palm. Allan squinted in mock irritation. 

“Come. I made eggs on toast.” Calix continued, getting up from the couch, causing Allan to feel the couch shift. Allan defiantly plopped back down, as if to fall asleep again. Calix let out a loud laugh, and turned to walk to the kitchen. He looked behind him at the tiny mass of blankets.

“Well I can give your plate to your beast friends, if you're not hungry.” At Calix’s empty threat, Allan seemed to gain motivation and- still complaining- he got up and stood up, immediately getting bombarded with the sunlight and blinking to keep it out of his eyes while he adjusted. He huffed and wandered over to meet Calix by the kitchen table, immediately being met with Coin, one of his many nifflers, eating scrambled eggs from a small bowl. He raised an eyebrow.

“The little one heard me cooking and seemed to want a share.” Calix explained, Allan shrugging as he sat down at the table. 

“I s’pose he got out of the pen then.” He sighed. Ever since he had moved to Italy to live with his newfound father he had had difficulties figuring out living situations for his many beast friends. Firestarter, his Phoenix, had been the easiest. He had a perch with grasses and toys in Allan’s own room, connected to the wall. Allan’s many nifflers were kept in a pen outside. He had been forced to part ways with Highwing, eventually just giving her to Poppy and her grandmother to take care of, and The Lord Of The Shore had stayed with Poppy as well (much to her delight). He had given up his two puffskeins and various magical birds besides Firestarter to Professor Howin, who promised to give them good homes away from poacher activities. It broke his heart that he could no longer keep as many pets as he once did, but he reminded himself that they all had good homes where they would never be hurt by poachers, and that they would lead better lives than if they had stayed with him, cramped in a pen.

Still, even if it was to his dismay, it was for the better as he had a home now. Someone who wanted to take care of him like family. A guardian. He would have to track down the hole in the fence the nifflers kept getting into. It was getting most irritating to take care of their escape plots. 

He sighed and took a bite of his breakfast, the bread squishing under the pressure of his teeth and cleanly coming apart into crumbs. He sighed happily. It felt nice to have something fresh that wasn’t made by bound hands like at Hogwarts, but rather by someone openly offering to care for him. He felt loved. And it was nice.

Calix sat down across from him at the table and smiled as he watched Allan’s pleased expression.

“It’s good, I take it then?” Calix chuckled, sounding pleased at Allan’s happiness. Allan nodded in reply as he tasted the egg and practically melted inside. He leaned against the table and watched Coin sniff out its bowl after only taking seconds to eat its contents. Allan could see the vivid display of disappointment and so he ripped off part of his toast and held it out to the niffler, who took it in his tiny paws and immediately started eating it in gulps. 

Calix chuckled as he watched Allan affectionately take care of the small beast as he himself finally began digging into his own meal.

“No wonder you have such a knack for beasts if you take care of them like that all the time.” Calix smiled as he skewered a piece of egg with his fork.

“I spoil them.” Allan hummed as he distractedly watched Coin happily dig into the bread. Calix watched for a moment, soaking in the sight of Allan leaning his chin against his palm and holding himself up so he could happily watch Coin eat.

“Good.” Calix nodded, thinking to himself for a moment. “Best to show your love for them not only to gain their favor but also their friendship. Sometimes, it’s the simplest things that make it the clearest, son.” 

Allan hummed softly, watching Coin finish the bread and he smiled, looking over at Calix with the sweetest expression, his violet eyes glittering with the light of the sun. He seemed so happy, and so very loved.

[dire-vulture]

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