#anon burbles

[el-patito-de-los-ojos-triste]

You're so pretty and every time i see you i have no idea what to do with myself. How does one achieve these looks

Tenk u so muchies!!!

Really, i just got tired of the maintenance. Like hair cuts? Lame! Stop doing those.

But then I paid a little more attention to the things I still do. Still gotta wash my hair, so lemme find something that makes it super silky soft.

That plus pretty eyes <3

[cryptophasiac]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fall Out Boy Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz Characters: Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Joe Trohman, mentioned Andy Hurley Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Sickfic, Album: Take This to Your Grave (Fall Out Boy), apartment era, Take This To Your Apartment, Loss of Virginity, Virginity, First Time, Porn with Feelings, Porn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, well the plot only exists as a vehicle for them to fuck nasty, not technically underage, patrick's freshly 18, pete's 23, canon age gap, Creepy Pete Wentz, Creampie, Unsafe Sex, blink and you miss it discussions of mpreg, but ill tag it to be safe, Implied Mpreg, Omega Verse, Omega Patrick Stump, Alpha Pete Wentz, Knotting, Barely Legal, Breeding Summary:

The peace in the Roscoe Park apartment is fragile. Pete knows that barging into Patrick’s room, especially around his heats, is a major faux pas. At first, Pete just really wants to make Patrick feel better when he’s sick. The second time he comes into Patrick’s room, there may be other things on his mind.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Soup Kitchen

Prologue =-= Next

Author's note: Su'cona's debut in Husbandry.

Warnings: Let me know if I need to add any.

Summary: Su'cona is lost and found. Soup Kitchens are a nice thing.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

Su'cona had been wandering on this planet for a while, he's kept count of the days, he's tried to send a message on the Vox and all he'd gotten back was static and he'd been glad to find some form of civilization, but none of the base line humans spoke any of the languages that he knew.

He'd listen to them quietly, he'd run out of rations, hydration and nutrition three days ago, and his stomach had started to complain to him loudly. Also his headache was reaching a wicked crescendo, as it made light of the sun, or artificial light agonizing, even with his helmet protecting his face.

He stopped as he smelled something really good and his stomach gurgled angrily at him as he headed towards the source of the delicious smell. There were a bunch of base line humans, some were nicely dressed and handing out brown paper bags filled with food, to humans that had a much rougher appearance.

He slowly, carefully approaches, there was also a nearly free standing cooking area that had a large cauldron of soup happily burbling and one of the humans who were in nearly identical uniform of some kind was carefully ladling out soup into bowls that other humans were gratefully taken with the paper bag of longer shelf-life lasting food.

One of the people handing out the free food spots him and gives him a bright smile and waves him over. Su'cona carefully approaches them with a tilt of his helmet and they offer him a steaming bowl of soup and the bag of food, a fruit, some vegetables, a sandwich of some kind in sealed plastic, and a metal can filled with something carbonated.

He gratefully accepts both things, even though he knows that it won't be nearly enough calories to fill his belly full, at least it will do something to keep the hunger partially at bay.

He takes of his helmet and murmurs, "Thank you kind one."

They babble at him and he nods to them, as he sits down and carefully eats the soup, it tastes so good, it's warm, hot and filled with vegtables and some kind of meat, the texture reminds him of poultry.

Then, he carefully eats the sandwhich, fruit, a bright red skinned fruit that was about half the size of his palm. He bites into it, eating half of it in one go, its sweet and crunchy and he finishes it swiftly. While the vegtables are a bright-dark green and have the taste of clorophil and growing things.

The metal can that has the metal drink is colorful, and he can tell that there is writing on it, but he doesn't read the local language, so he cracks it open how he sees the base line humans around him do and takes a sip, it fizzes and bubbles and is incredibly sweet with hints of citrus in it that is almost overwhelming, yet he's not going to let it go to waste as he finishes the whole fizzy drink in several large swigs. He carefully takes the refuse to one of the large trash bins nearby and then heads back over to the human.

"Is there a way I can help?" He asks them.

They talk to him in the local's tongue that he doesn't understand yet, before they gesture for him to help with moving some supplies, they look heavy, for a base line human.

But is easy enough for him to pick up and carry with his superior strength, he takes it to where they gesture and gently sets it down before starting to help serve base line humans in, what he hears is called a 'zoup kitchen'.

Giving food to those less fortunate is a good, kind act. One that his gene-father would be happy to participate in. One that he's happy to help with as they serve other base line humans for most of the day. He continues to help and some of the humans are almost tearful in how grateful they are for the food.

The leftovers are easily, happily handed over to the less fortunate humans who happily tote the rest of the food bags with them to other parts of this city. He helps the Zoup Kitchen staff clean up and he's happy to help.

One of the humans that is apart of the staff for the Zoup Kitchen, for some reason he feels like he should follow them. A warmth spreading in his soul as he got to watch them work and help others. Like a chain, or something looping around him and tying him to them.

It didn't feel forced, and from what he can tell of the base line human, they seem to be unaware of this strange spontaneous bond that has formed, and they don't seem as if they are a Psyker.

Several days later, and he continues to help at this Zoup Kitchen in order to have something to fill his belly with, an Ultramarine shows up and blinks at him and they talk about the State of Things, and he says goodbye to his human for a moment- he will go with the Ultramarine to the nearest base for more information, before going back to his human.

Learning about when and where they are is… quite the shock. Also, learning about how the Space Marines are from, as near as anyone can tell every when and everywhere and that… well… He wonders just how messy things might, could get with the Space Marines from before the Heresy, while those during and post Heresy have a lot of… dark, grim portents to inform the others as needed.

[desultory-novice]

...UH OH...

Just kidding as this is all very good stuff, Mechalor Anon! Can't draw it, because it's a lot, but I will drop some corresponding text/lore on you, based specifically on your "The HWC misguidedly brings Zero Three back in Planet Robobot" concept (with a touch of the sword/brush thing) because it did latch onto my brain!!

(This is the LAST major event I do in this doomed timeline though)(1)

[Planet Robobot] [Apologies AU "Snowflakes" Timeline] [Secret Boss Fight - "NULL v0.3"]

:Kirby enters the room: :There is no one there: :Suddenly, the whole building shakes: :A horrific scream, overlayed atop itself, is heard:

:A door opens and Susie rushes out: :It shuts behind her, then shakes with a thud: :Eyes downcast, she murmurs to herself:

Susie: "...What is that machine thinking...? Why would the Mother Computer...ask for something that awful to be...?"

:She finally sees Kirby is here and puts her business face back on:

Susie: "Ahem! You're back! And you've found our secret lab."

Susie: "Clearly, you don't appreciate the miraculous wonders of science and technology as much as some of us..."

:The door bangs again, interrupting her: :There is another piercing dual scream:  :Susie flinches at the sound and begins shaking:

Susie: "...I can't do this anymore." 

Susie: "Listen, think what you like about us being here, but I just need a little more time. I can't let anyone interrupt this!"

Susie: "My original plan was to distract you with our latest in wide-area suppression, fresh off the assembly line but..."

Susie: "...I can't go back in there... We excavated this dreadful THING out of your planet, so YOU handle it...!"

:The door behind her opens as she flees the scene: :Slowly, white sludge begins to spill out from the open door: :It rises into a burbling bubble with a single slit of a closed eye:

:The bubble then cracks right down the middle where the eye sits: :The split orb unfolds into two limp halves each with a smaller, half-lidded eye: :Inside each of the sphere halves one melted-looking half of two figures, a boy and a girl: :Each vaguely familiar figure has a single wing (one dark, one light) made of grasping fingers:

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[BOSS: NULL v0.3] - Pause Screen

Of all the biological data the Haltmann Works Company unearthed from this planet, the Mother Computer seemed especially interested in this. However, it found it could not fully analyze it to its satisfaction due to the "unknown bond" sustaining the creature's core. It would ultimately deem the project a failure.

[IE: Star Dream is trying to understand Zero for its own purposes but cannot and could never understand the deep "love" that ultimately brought about Zero Three; just like it could not understand Haltmann's love and would delete it]

[BOSS: NULL v0.3 EX] - Pause Screen

Though Susie always tried to follow the mother computer's directives faithfully, she deeply questioned this particular project. When the directive came to "use" the creature in spite of the unhappy children's souls inside, it strengthened her conviction that Star Dream had to be separated from her father.

[In EX form, the sibling-goo is dark matter black instead of snowflake white; Noir's wing is blood red instead of corruption purple; their eyes remain the same]

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NULL v0.3 plays out as a very unusual boss fight. It is somewhat timed, because v0.3 will damage itself with its "attacks," thrashing about. And if you leave it alone for long enough, it will kill itself. Or you can defeat it with regular copy abilities. Both of these lead to the "normal" boss fight ending, where v0.3 rips itself apart, both sides screaming as the white bodies melt away into nothing. 

However, like in Super Star, this boss will provide you with special, unique battle-limited Copy Abilities if you inhale the right attacks from it: "Dark Sword" and "Light Painter."

Attacking the "swordsman" side of v0.3 with the Dark Sword ability will make it attack you more aggressively. However, if you try to turn Dark Sword ability on the "painter" side, you will be met with a vicious, un-blockable counterattack from the swordsman side that will knock the ability out of you and cause it to swap sides again.

If you try to use Light Painter on the swordsman side, it will cower away in the background, ...guiltily... keeping its distance, however you can lure the painter side closer to you and reduce its aggression levels again by attacking the painter side with Light Painter.

If you succeed in the task of defeating v0.3 with proper use of the two copy abilities, you are rewarded with a different end fight cutscene, where the white body coalesces into a giant sphere once more before melting away, revealing Adeleine and Noir, looking as they did before, who then dissipate peacefully into sparkles...

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...Man I want to make video games so bad...

AHEM! Here's Mechalor Anon's uncropped asks that inspired this!

Thanks for the appreciation and glad you liked what I did with Zero Three! Sorry I couldn't include Bandee in this more. I really did dig the idea of him using the paintbrush like a spear though!

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PS: NO MORE HURTING THEM, OKAY? ^^ ; < message to myself

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(1) I say this again to myself because after the "good" ending, someone out there is going to suggest, "Well, if they were purified they could come back in Star Allies! Maybe each of them sporting white hair! They could be a swap character, like the Mage Sisters. It would make King Dedede happy..." which... okay, sure, maybe yes!

Bu~t I have a huge backlog of stuff INCLUDING other Apologies stuff to do so I'm still declaring Snowflakes to be a "failed Noir" timeline!

[misc-obeyme]

Congrats on the 500 followers!! Woohooo!🥳🎉

Can i request coffee + solomon? Thank you and have a nice day!

Thank you, anon!

Okay this takes place in the Nightbringer timeline, so MC lives with Solomon in Cocytus Hall but there are no spoilers or anything, just fluff!

Thank you for participating!

GN!MC x Solomon with prompt Coffee

Warnings: none!

Morning broke in the Devildom and the sky brightened just enough for you to tell it was now day. You shuffled into the kitchen in your pajamas, still bleary eyed and half asleep. Considering how much your magic had improved, you found it simple to do a few spells to get the coffee going. Devildom coffee beans always tasted better if you ground them yourself, but it didn't seem to matter if you used magic to do the grinding and it was much faster that way.

You leaned against the counter as you listened to the coffee pot burble. You let your mind wander, thinking of all the things you needed to get done that day. The air filled with the rich scent as the coffee pot finished its task.

You poured yourself a cup, took a sip of the steaming liquid, and then began to shuffle back toward your bedroom to get ready for the day.

Before you made it there, though, you noticed the warm light of a lamp coming from beneath the door of the room Solomon used to do his magic experiments. It seemed that no matter what branch of time you were in, he would always have this tendency to get so consumed by his work that he would forget to eat and sleep.

You sighed and went right back to the kitchen. You pulled out another mug and poured a fresh cup from the pot.

Holding one mug in each hand, you made your way back to the door. There was a table nearby that allowed you to put down one of the mugs so you could knock. When no answer came, you opened the door carefully and poked your head in.

Solomon was hunched over his desk, clearly so absorbed in whatever he was doing that he hadn't even heard your knock. You picked up the other mug and carried both of them into the room, carefully crossing over to where he was working.

He was surrounded by a clutter of books and magical objects as he scribbled away in an old notebook. He looked up when he heard you approach.

"Oh, good evening, MC," he said with a smile.

You shook your head. "Try good morning."

Solomon blinked at you for a moment, then checked his D.D.D. He laughed. "Ahaha! I guess I lost track of time again."

"No surprise there," you said. You held out the mug to him. "Here, have some coffee, since I know you're not going to go to bed."

Solomon took the mug from your hands, letting his fingers rest against yours for a moment as he did so. He smelled the coffee and then took a sip, closing his eyes. "You make the perfect coffee, MC."

"If you think flattering me is going to get you out of trouble for staying up all night, you've got another thing coming," you said.

Solomon laughed again, putting his mug down on the desk. He stood up and put his arms around your waist, pulling you close. You frowned at him, still clutching your own mug to your chest.

"I'm sorry," he said, though the gently teasing smile on his face seemed to say otherwise. "I don't mean to make you worry."

You sighed, putting your own mug down on the desk so you could return his embrace, letting your head rest on his chest. "I know. Just, try to take care of yourself a little better, Solomon. No more staying up all night. Even all powerful sorcerers like you need sleep."

Solomon laughed and kissed the top of your head. "Of course you're right. I promise to make more of an effort from now on."

You smiled to yourself because it wasn't like you hadn't heard that line before. You wouldn't be holding your breath. But you didn't really want him to change his ways. It was part of who he was. And you would always bring him coffee when he was still awake the next morning.

the original prompt list

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

*knocks and slowly open the door* hello Wifi, nightly thought anon here! I was thinking of the new seele we got and how it shines and can follow you under the water.

Imagine Foul Legacy being overjoyed finding out that, he now has another friend to explore with ! This little friend match his big shiny eye and can follow him everywhere, unlike the other seeles that dont go in the water this one stay and happily follow our big mothman, sometimes even hide and squeak so they can play together

Him coming home soaked is becoming more and more common due to that but he doesnt mind, his favorite part of the day is cuddling you after you dried him while chirping about his new flying companion

oh my goodness you do not understand the chokehold the new seelie has on me it's so SHINY AND PRETTY AND CAN GO UNDERWATER DO YOU UNDERSTAND

i like to think that maybe Foul Legacy is the one who finds the seelie during one of his solo swims while you're at work, spotting this sparkling, glowing ball huddled away in some seaweed. the seelie squeaks in fear when it sees a massive Abyss creature approach, but slowly calms as Legacy gently trills, bubbles drifting from his open maw. after a few minutes of reassurance the seelie dubs Legacy as trustworthy and floats over to meet him, letting out little burbles and chirps and spinning happy circles in the water. Legacy chitters happily as the seelie sinks into his palm, its glow becoming brighter as the sun begins to set- he's almost late getting home because of this, shaking some of the water from his fluff as the seelie flies after him, a beacon in the night

needless to say, Legacy is very damp, very tired, and very pleased with himself when you come home, nudging the seelie over to you and watching in delight as the bloopy creature sits in your hands and warbles up at you

the seelie doesn't permanently stay in your house, swapping back and forth between inside and outside under the water- but it does always follow Foul Legacy around, wherever he might be, nestling in his fur with a cheerful peep. you become used to Legacy returning late, soaked to the bone and happily exhausted from a full day of swimming, nuzzling you and rumbling with laughter when your clothes get wet. you grab a towel and sit him down, carefully fluffing up his ginger hair as you dry it and his face off. the seelie moves to melt into your lap- strangely, it's not wet at all, but you suppose his seelie must have some water resistance, being a magical creature, and more often than not Legacy dozes off when you're drying his hair, arms draped over your shoulders

yes, you'll wake up damp tomorrow and possibly with a cold, but for now you just pulls the towel over the three of you and snuggle closer, your eyes shutting as you drift off to sleep

[nixylubouv]

🌺 Snippet Request 🌺

Dear Anon, thank you for your snippet request. I know I you sent this a while back. I finally got around to finishing it. I really liked your prompt. It was very unique and gave me a lot of inspiration!

Prompt: [Garden, Tears, and Cage with fluff/hurt and comfort vibes]

The sound of footsteps clicked against the singular marble pathway that led to Hero’s cage. Hero shuddered, curling in on themselves in the furthest side of their prison. It was like a giant birdcage, gilded and ornate gold. And Hero, like a little bird, displayed for Villain’s pleasure. The enclosure that surrounded Hero was meant to be a replica of their home world, giving the illusion of a forest. 

Trees with rough russet bark and flowering foliage in all shades of blue grew to the crystal dome ceiling high up above. Purple vines were woven in the canopy and entwined in the bars of Hero’s cage. A gentle article waterfall burbled somewhere behind, falling into a lazy stream of cerulean waters that ran throughout the glorified garden.

Small white flowers dotted the shrubbery like stars, and glowing orange moss climbed the scattered rock fixtures. Maybe to a stranger, the likeness to Hero’s home would have been astounded. To Hero, it was a mockery. Everything was too well maintained and manicured. It was nothing like the wild beauty of a true native forest. 

The worst part was the stillness. No birds twittered or insects chirped, no breeze blew or leaves rustled. Everything was just wrong. It was terrifying. Hero would have preferred a windowless basement room over this death-like silence. 

Click. Click. Click. The footsteps drew near, rounding a huge flowered hedge into the cage’s line of sight. Hero didn’t look. They braced themselves for Villain’s saccharine sweet voice and disgusting honied words of love.  

“Hello, Hero.” 

Hero’s head snapped up. That wasn’t Villain’s voice. Hero gaped at the person standing just outside their birdcage. Supervillain, dressed head to toe in finery. And covered in blood splatter. They walked right up to Hero, sword clattering to the floor. They fell to their knees and gripped the golden bar with one hand. 

Hero was frozen. Trapped in Supervillain’s dark magnetic eyes. Supervillain smiled and held up the object in their other hand, something that sparkled brilliantly in the artificial sunlight. Hero tried to process what they were seeing. It was gorgeous. Hundreds of crystal tears welded together in a crown, almost as many as Hero had shed in their lifetime. 

“How? I thought Villain had sold them all.” Hero couldn’t resist asking. 

Supervillain smiled at that, the gentle expression so out of place on their beautiful face that it caused Hero to shiver. “I know. I tracked them down.” 

Hero inched closer to the front of the cage, mirroring Supervillain’s kneel. “You didn’t use them?” they questioned. Hero’s people rarely shed tears, and the power contained in them could lead people to wage war. It was the reason Villain had captured Hero, no matter how they liked to pretend otherwise.  

“I never wanted you for your tears,” Supervillain said. The bar in their grip started to glow. Hero watched in silence as the glow spread around the cage, disintegrating the vines and melting it down around them.

“I wanted you for you,” Supervillain finished in a hushed whisper. Slowly, reverently, they placed the crown on Hero’s head with both hands. Finally returning what was stolen so long ago. It was very stupid, Hero supposed. To feel touched. Kneeling here, face to face with Supervillain. Wearing a crown made of tears and kneeling in a puddle of gold with someone who they had considered an enemy a lifetime ago.

Tentatively, Hero reached up and cupped Supervillain’s face. Supervillain leaned into Hero’s palm as Hero wiped a thumb under their eye, smearing away the blood. 

“If I leave now, will you stop me?” 

“No.” Supervillain responded simply. And Hero believed them. They felt the bud of an unknown emotion bloom in their heart, something they long thought had withered away. 

“Good.” Hero stood up, pulling Supervillain along with them. “Then let’s get out of here.”

[your-stuffed-student]

(same anon as before, and I'm flattered you found my RP so hot)

Your progress is impressive. Watching how eagerly you devour as much food as you can reach makes it clear to me that you enjoy the act of stuffing yourself as much as you enjoy the food. Your complaints about how it hurts so good only confirms it. And your comments on how full you are have begun to stir the heat of desire inside me as well. I pull up another chair and sit down next to you.

"Well done my student," I say, "It seems you really can apply yourself; you just needed some individual attention."

I rub your swollen belly as I say it, and your breath catches again, coming out as a soft groan. The sound makes the heat in me rise another notch.

"You're so full, aren't you?" I say, making slow circles around the surface of your stomach, marvelling at how firm it felt.

"Your stomach feels so tight and heavy, doesn't it? But you aren't done. I know you want to make me proud, so I'm going to help you out."

With my other hand, I undo the buttons on your shorts one at a time.. You let out a grunt of relief at each one, your stomach expanding into the space they made. I then start to massage your belly with both hands, pressing firmly into it. The trapped air inside began to shift, and I could hear and feel it burbling under my hand. You let out a few small strained burps, but they didn't seem to help. I tuck my hands under your belly where it was nearly resting on your thighs and lifted it, putting even more pressure on the trapped air.

Everything gurgles and you let out the loudest burp yet, lasting for a few seconds before it trails off into a moan that brings the heat to my face. I let go and your stomach feels a little less firm than before.

"Now you should have more room," I say, patting it gently. I look over at the table, which still held an assortment of pasta and pizza, not to mention the dessert trays. "You're going to need it."

My swollen belly is tight and uncomfortable, but your hands gently massaging across its taut surface feel soo good. When you unbutton my shorts, my belly expands more than I thought possible; it pooches out onto my thighs, and I can feel its warmth.

Your massage helps a bit, my strained burps bringing teeny bits of relief, but when you take my belly in both hands—and it does take both of your hands to hold it—and press and jiggle it, I burp so loud, the dishes almost rattle.

"Ohhhhhhhh, professor..." I groan around more burps. When you're done, my tummy feels better and I dig back into the feast.

I start on the heavy pasta with cream sauce. I can feel it settling in my belly like a weight, but I keep pushing. Slowly as I finish the pasta, my belly swells out more and more and just when I think it can't grow any more, it does.

I press on my own tummy firmly to try and work up more belches. The pasta is so filling and my belly begins to pulse with fullness.

"Oooh...professor....that was so good but *uuurp* I'm feeling so full again."

With one hand, you begin to squeeze my tummy and with the other, you hold a slice of pizza to my mouth. Reluctantly, I eat it, moaning and burping between each bite.

My tummy is massive when I finish the pizza and im dazed, almost drunk on food. I'm groaning and burping and begging you for tummy rubs because I can see the pie and ice cream and know my poor belly isn't done being stuffed yet.

[el-patito-de-los-ojos-triste]

Yeah i guess i can put you on the top of my tumblr crushes

As,you "guess"? I must not be trying hard enough. Let's take the guess work out of it for you dear

[the-duchess-of-domination]

thank you so much for the advice, i really appreciate it <3

also I was in the library late last night doing my essay which got me thinking about a guy forcing himself to stay up and work in the library even though he’s got a tummyache. Like, typing with one hand so he can rub his stomach under the table, making little moans and complaints under his breath. Maybe the library is almost empty and the last person in there has headphones on but he still wants to be polite and so he holds it all in and keeps going, until he submits his work and stumbles back to his room where can lie down and take care of his tummy. Maybe you’re there, too, half-asleep, waiting for him to come back. When you see the state he’s in you quickly get him to lie down and put on the kettle for some ginger tea. While that’s brewing, you can sit down next to him for some nice cuddles and tummy rubs :)

- ☂️

of course, ☂️ anon, anytime!!

at my college we are only a couple weeks away from finals, and the library is already filling up with people studying. i can imagine a guy in a packed, quiet library, absolutely FIGHTING for his life with a loud stomach ache. he keeps his head low and clenches his stomach muscles to keep the organs inside from burbling loudly, but when he least expects it his stomach starts acting up, and people start looking over or turning their music up to drown it out.

with his face heated and red, he can’t even focus on studying. he starts frantically texting you about how embarrassed he is, and what his stomach is doing to him. you tell him to come back and he reports home and collapses face down on the bed.

“god it was awful,” he bleats. “it just wouldn’t stop growling.”

you tell him to lie down and pull up his shirt, and you start rubbing the knots out of his stomach 💝

[gashotbox]

thoughts on period farts? I get them all the time, they're always so bubbly and sloppy, and they help relieve my cramps ~🪷

what’s up new anon!! and mhmm the way they burble out from between your legs all wet and muffled but 10x nastier. literally period farts reek so fucking good. and god the way your abdomen feels like it’s deflating from relief too😮‍💨

[cryptophasiac]

SCREAMINGGG at the abxo tabloid edit!!!! Baby bump in the road to stardom!!!!!!!!!!! Billie Joe cameo!!!!!!!! Like if COURSE he would be promoting omega rights while discussing his teenage abortion it just fits?????????? Genuinely abxo world is REAL to me

i wish adding omega billie joe to this verse was my idea but it was the work of a brilliant anon on my ao3 bc credit where credit is due. i would’ve added him to the scene where patrick is saying the omega artists that inspire him are kathleen hanna brian molko and gerard way if i’d thought of it haha. but stay tuned bc omega gerard is guest starring in the next installment in which the fall out baby rides along on warped tour 04

the baby bump in the road to stardom bit was me tho hahha i was j expanding upon the ao3 anons idea for a tabloid to make the text long enough to edit onto the pics

[thefuseoftemptation]

I need cute sweet things eddie does... I am feeling very much like an annoyance today...

-The Anon

These are just general HCs but then ‘course there are clearly going to be the references to canon that’s seen from the show. Not sure if they’re necessarily qualified under what your specifically asking for but here—

(They’re short too because I got a headache so.)

. . .

The guy would so refer to himself in the third person, not only that but he talks to himself in general. Whether that be him leading the conversation just to answer his own questions, or it could even be an argument that he counters with. Might just be simple thoughts that he releases out loud. Either way, he’ll mumble it under his breath.

Whenever he gets coy, he’ll try to be ever so subtle with it, though the grin that threatens to show says otherwise.

When he gets nervous or flustered, he has a tendency to bring strands of his unruly curls up to his mouth to cover it. Or you know, he’ll just sort of chortle as his head looks down quickly before he’s peeking through his lashes. Sort of like he’d done in the woods when he met Cunningham.

The type to that when he reads or presents something, it’ll be theatrical—puts on a whole show for it. It’s to be expected when it comes to Eddie. Might even change the tones and use voices to get into the setting.

When Eddie is behind the wheel or even if he’s out with others, whether that be his Uncle for reference, he’ll turn to look out the window before making a face to the vehicle next to them.

They’re just there casually, and look over only to see Eddie with his tongue stuck out or something. Might even press his face up to the glass.

Constantly receives stares or might even get a few comments from the goers as they leave.

Wayne tells him something every so often but it’s more of because Eddie smudged the window that Wayne just so happened to wipe down that day.

When he’s listening to his songs, he’ll sing to it—you know, just full on yells it at the top of his lungs—

There was once, or well, a few times where he would be out with Wayne in his truck, and he just puts in one of his tapes, and just yells it over the volume. He would stretch over the console so he could get up close to his Uncle’s ear.

It’s nothing the guy ain’t used to. Wayne would just chuckle under his breath as he shook his head before telling Eddie to lean back and buckle up because let’s be honest, Eddie sometimes doesn’t even put on the seatbelt.

When Eddie has a gig, he’ll promote it himself. Just makes his own flyers or posters and puts them out over the town.

We’ve seen the huge hand-made poster of his bands name hung up in his room—he clearly made that himself.

Even happened to make a little flyer when it was the middle school talent show and gave it to Wayne—who still has it.

Tends to pout out his bottom lip, you know?Sometimes he’s not even sure that he does it—then he’ll bring his finger up or just fumbles with it. You know, that gesture? Lip burbling—couldn’t think of it for a sec. M’not even sure that’s what it goes by,,,,

Tends to pull facial expressions out loud, if you know what I’m referring to,,,,like where your too in your thoughts and the face you make goes with them but then you notice how it must seem to just do that out of nowhere especially when you’re in public? Yeah, that.

Snorts when he laughs too hard. It sort of just comes out—

Nose scrunches. Whether they’re just in general or they’re given to you—he’ll just suddenly scrunch his nose in that little way and it’s honestly just—UGH. So endearing.

The guy often has his tongue stuck out—

Whether it be out of concentration or him trying to be subtle, either way—I could see him on the floor, on his stomach, as he supports himself on his elbows—and his legs would swing back and forth—you know what I’m referring to.

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A/N: M’not sure how I feel ‘bout these. They were sort of just typed it out without much thought so it’s not proofread.

[cncbb]

Using your throat till I cum is going to take a long time for me to be satisfied, I'm going to have you dangling your head off the side of a bed while I fuck your face cunt. I'm probably going to have to have a movie playing with how much I want to use your throat. Only letting you up sometimes for air and to desperately spit your drool away before plowing right back into your throat. Pushing in to smother your nose with my balls as I cum. Pulling out and resting it all on your face while you gasp and burble your way back to the real world

this made my cunt throb, anon! you're awfully descriptive, and I have to say, I love it. there's no place I'd like to be more than blowing cum bubbles while being smothered by your balls rn.

[cooltf2facts]

[a burbling sound is heard from behind a vent in the counselors room]

[after a few seconds, the feral anons jaws create a hole in the vent cover before it consumes the rest of said vent cover and emerges from the vent]

-feral anon

Mrs. Steiner, in the midst of her session with Medic, stops what she’s doing and stares at the Feral Anon for a long moment. Finally, she turns back to Medic and gestures towards Feral Anon. “Um…does that happen often?”

Medic waves her off. “Oh, don’t worry about it!”

[el-patito-de-los-ojos-triste]

Stinky Boy Saturday, it is. You're one of the stinkiest and i wanted to say i appreciate ya <3 thinking of you 😘