#fluffy stories

[fluffy-stories]

The Legend of the Laundry Dragon

Fluffy stood before the colossal mountain of laundry, his reddish-brown eyes narrowed with determination. The pile loomed like a great beast, ist folds of fabric writhing as though alive. The socks at the peak swayed ominously, and the faint scent of forgotten gym clothes wafted through the air. His mane-like fur fluffed up in response to the sheer magnitude of the challenge ahead.

„There it is,“ Fluffy whispered, his voice low and filled with gravity. „The Laundry Dragon.“

He clutched his wooden broom like a mighty spear, brandishing it with the skill of a seasoned warrior. His tail twitched, the purple edges flaring as if in tune with the rising tension. To the untrained eye, the pile of clothes sitting in the corner of his small apartment looked quite ordinary. But to Fluffy, this was no mere domestic chore. No, this was a battle for the ages, a clash of titans, a test of courage that would be spoken of for generations.

„Legend has it,“ he muttered, crouching low in a heroic stance, „that this creature has devoured entire kingdoms of socks, never to return them to the realm of matched pairs. Ist belly is a bottomless pit of static and despair.“

A bead of sweat trickled down Fluffy’s fur-covered brow as he approached the laundry hamper. The creature was still asleep, ist snores rustling through the curtains. He could hear the faint cries of the lost socks echoing from ist depths. His keen Taidum ears twitched. “Poor souls…”

With a flourish, Fluffy extended his broom-spear toward the pile and poked at a crumpled t-shirt, testing the waters. It shifted. The pile moved, a low rumble shaking the very floor of his apartment. The Laundry Dragon was waking up.

„I’ve disturbed ist slumber!“ Fluffy gasped, quickly leaping behind the couch for cover. His tail flicked nervously as the creature stirred. Shirts and pants began to slide from the summit, a cascade of cotton and denim raining down, forming a thick fog of lint in the air. A single sock, black and ominous, slithered down the heap like a serpent.

„This… will not be easy,“ he said under his breath. He wiped his brow and emerged from his hiding spot, broom held aloft once more. „But no quest worth telling ever is.“

With a fierce cry, Fluffy launched himself at the pile, grabbing hold of a bundle of towels. The Laundry Dragon roared — or at least, it made a sound suspiciously like the fabric softener bottle tipping over, but to Fluffy, it was the beast’s fiery breath. He spun in circles, swinging the towels like a pair of nunchucks, his small, sharp teeth bared in a grin of pure exhilaration.

„I shall free you, oh captives of the sock drawer!“ he declared, pulling a pair of mismatched socks from the heap and tossing them to safety. „Your days of servitude are over!“

But the Laundry Dragon fought back fiercely. A tangle of bedsheets unfurled, whipping toward Fluffy like the tendrils of some great leviathan. He ducked, dodging and weaving with nimble agility, his digitigrade legs propelling him across the room in quick, bouncy leaps. „Not today, foul creature!“

Just then, the mountain quivered — a wave of sweatpants and T-shirts rumbled down from the summit, as though the dragon itself had drawn in a deep breath. The pile breathed, the socks pulsing like scales. Fluffy’s heart raced, his purple-tinged ears standing straight up. He crouched low, staring at the heap with intensity. „It’s preparing ist final attack… the dreaded Socknado!“

With a mighty roar, the Laundry Dragon unleashed ist power. Socks of all colors and sizes shot into the air, spinning in a vortex of fabric. The winds howled — or rather, the ceiling fan wobbled slightly as it clicked against a loose chain — but in Fluffy’s mind, this was a storm to rival the end of the world.

Fluffy planted his paws firmly on the floor, grabbing the laundry basket with both hands. „Hold steady! We mustn’t be swept away!“ he cried to the imaginary adventurers at his side. His long tail whipped behind him like a battle flag as he pushed forward into the gale. Socks flew past his head, one grazing his ear, another attaching itself to his mane. „We will not falter!“

With a heroic leap, Fluffy landed at the peak of the laundry pile, planting the broom-spear into the center. „Begone, foul beast!“ he shouted, shaking his fist at the mountain of clothes. „Return to the void from whence you came!“ And with one mighty thrust, he pushed the pile — toppling it over into the waiting basket below.

A hush fell over the room as the last of the socks settled, tumbling lazily into the basket. The Laundry Dragon had been defeated. Fluffy stood atop the pile, chest heaving, a lone sock draped over his ear like a crown of victory. His tail wagged triumphantly.

„Thus, the realm of Fluffland is saved from the tyranny of dirty laundry!“ he declared, raising his broom high in the air. His eyes sparkled with the thrill of victory, his fur wild and untamed, as if he had truly emerged from an epic battle.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Fluffy spun around to see his neighbor, Mrs. Cartwright, peering in with an eyebrow raised. “Everything okay in there, dear? I heard… a lot of noise.”

Fluffy froze, mid-heroic pose, broom still held aloft like Excalibur. His wide eyes darted from the mountain of laundry to the concerned woman at his door. After a long pause, he smiled sheepishly. “Uh… yes, Mrs. Cartwright! Just… vanquishing a dragon. You know how it is.”

She blinked, glancing over the scene — socks everywhere, towels strewn across the floor, Fluffy standing on a pile of freshly defeated laundry with a towel-cape draped over his shoulder.

“I see…” she said slowly. “Well, keep up the good work.”

As she turned and left, Fluffy let out a long, relieved sigh. His mischievous grin returned.

“Another battle won. Another day saved,” he murmured, hopping off the pile with a bounce in his step. His tail twitched happily as he set about folding the laundry.

After all, the battle may have been over, but the quest of the Laundry Hero? That never ended.

[aterimber]

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[recny]

your honor they're acting like an old married couple again 🙄

[x/x/x]

[koipepo]

That omake of little Kabru not being able to show off his howetown sweets because of Misril gets to me a lot so...

Here's a happier Kabru (and Lairu)

[may12324]

💙Dimension 20: Burrow's End 💙

It was such a joy to be able to work on this show, I'm so excited for everyone to be able to watch it for the first time! It's such a sweet and heartfelt story, but also jam packed with action and amazingly detailed minis 👀

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Danny's Strange Gifts to the Bats

So you know how it's common knowledge to not accept any gifts from the Fae? Well, even if the batfam knows about it - I mean, they've dealt with a lot of otherworldly stuff, besides, you shouldn't take things from strangers no matter if they are Fae or not - they might not always abide by it. Unknowingly.

The trick is that you never know if it's a gift or not when you're dealing with the fair folk.

So things start appearing in the Wayne manor. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. A book left on the table in the library, a vintage teacup in the kitchen drawer, a cat toy with some real bird feathers. No one pays them much attention. After all, when you live in a family this big, you don't really keep track of who brings home what.

The book was probably left by Jason. The teacup is most likely Alfred's new addition. The cat toy is totally Damian's. It's not the first time and surely not the last when one or another member of the flock brought something to the manor. The book is put on the shelf, the teacup is now Steph's favorite, and Alfred the cat really likes those feathers.

And then, one day, they all get down for breakfast. Damian is the first to appear, with Alfred the cat in his hands, then comes Dick, who stayed in the manor for the weekends, and Steph, who was here for the movie night and decided going home was too much work. Tim comes to the table with a tablet that is quickly put away the moment Alfred starts serving food. Bruce and Duke come the last, taking their seats, and it is almost like a signal for everyone to start eating. After all, everyone is here now. It is peaceful and quiet, a rare but not unwelcome occurrence that Bruce greatly appreciates.

That is, until a few minutes later, Damian appears in the doorway.

"Good morning," he greets, and everyone at the table freezes.

And then does a double take.

Damian is in the doorway.

Damian is also sitting in his seat, eating waffles, the only one who did not stop when the other Damian appeared.

There are two of them.

Damian-sitting-at-the-table looks up to Damian-standing-in-the-doorway and smiles. His face is stuffed with waffles.

"Goov movning, bvothev," he greets back, and before anyone else can react, Damian-in-the-doorway clicks his tongue.

"You are in my seat. Move."

"I don't see your name on it, therefore it is not yours," argues the other one, not moving from his place. Yet now, when everyone can see his eyes, they finally notice the difference. The one sitting at the table has blue eyes.

Tim all but jumps up from his seat, slamming his hands on the tabletop:

"You-" he nearly chokes on his words, when blie-eyed Damian looks at him, and then at everyone at the table with a confused frown.

"But I thought you liked the vintage films for your camera that I got you? And those four-leaved clovers?" He asks, looking almost hurt. The normal, green-eyed Damian looks thoroughly disappointed:

"Have you been accepting my brother's gifts, Drake? You're lucky they were not courtship gifts."

"Court-" Tim sputters in the middle of the word, looking between the two.

Bruce lets out a long, absolutely resigned sigh. Was it too much to ask for just one, single normal morning?..

Long story short, Danny, being a fae and also just generally a little shit, kept leaving gifts for Bats all over the manor, and they all unknowingly accepted them one way or another, so now Danny has the power to ask for something in return. He chooses to just come to the manor and dump the fact that he is going to live here on them at breakfast. Technically, he just ended the long line of gifts by giving the last one, himself.

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[planefood]

warriored cats

[pookie-and-cereal]

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue

Some of these are found all over tumblr. And my apologies for not posting.

"Hey- no, no. It’s okay, cry it all out. I’m here for you"

"I’ll stay by your side for the whole time" "Promise?" "Of course darling, Promise"

"When’s the last time you actually slept?"

"Just breathe, it’ll be over soon"

"Everything will feel that it’s not okay, but— don’t forget, you’re not alone this time"

"I’m sorry—" "No, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault"

"I’m here, and will be by your side"

"You can’t hide that fever from me"

"You’re safe now"

"Calm down, you’re burning up"

"I’m open for hugs, whenever you need them!"

"I know it hurts, but just hold on a little longer!"

"Let me take care of you this time"

"Stop pretending that you’re fine! You need first aid!"

"You’ve always been there for me, now, it’s my turn to be there for you"

"Why?" "Because you mean the world to me,"

"Listen to me! Fuck what they think! Because you are perfect! You hear me?"

"You’re not useless"

"Take these meds, they’ll help"

"I’m not leaving, okay?"

“Don’t pretend you’re okay. Please, don’t lie to me, because I know you’re not okay!"

Prompts

Making them warm soup, and taking care of them, as if they were glass

Asking them every two minutes if they need something

Holding their hand once the pain becomes unbearable

After a long day they’re burnt out, and finds their partner making dinner for them both

Treating to their partner/friend’s wounds

Giving them meds for the pain

Refusing to leave because you can see past them, and knowing they’re sick

Pretending to be fine after a small incident, and their partner/friend asks them what’s wrong, which flips the switch and they can’t stop crying. And eventually tell their partner/friend about it

Going out to buy their favourite snacks

Giving the other hugs

Not letting go of the others hand

[kur0m1sblog]

If you are okay with writing this, do you think you can write a Miguel x F!Reader (whose a Spider) oneshot where Miguel finds out the reader is pregnant due to his hearing, and the reader reveals she kept it a secret because she didn’t know how to tell him.

Not Meant To Hear Yet.

summary: Miguel had came back from a meeting with the spider-society and overheard you panicking in you’re shared bathroom. He continued to overheard something he wasn’t meant to hear yet…

characters: Miguel O’Hara. Jessica Drew.

warnings: crying. reader having a panic attack. angst. implied smut. little love confession.

genre: angst. romance. fluff.

reader: fem! spider-woman! reader

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

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This was not what you wanted to happen, you didn’t want a to have a child this young. You were 24, your boyfriend of 4 years, 27. And a couple months ago, you’d found out you were pregnant. At first you didn’t believe it, until all the test you took all came back positive. You didn’t want this, well you did want a child, just not this early..

And how were you going to tell Miguel this, you were sure he wouldn’t take the news good. You’d thought at the time you were for sure on the birth control..

He was at a ‘meeting’ with some members from the spider-society while you decided on staying home. After he left you did your normal routine, house chores, out chores. Miguel always insisted that you didn’t have to do that whenever you stayed home, he didn’t want you to be worked up and more tired then you normally should.

After your ‘chores’, you rush to your shared bedroom that was up the stairs. Dialing your phone, you call Jessica. She answers in a calm tone, while you answer in a worried tone. “Hey are you okay? What is it you need help with? You seem worried..” She said, a version of her showing up infront of you, she was on her motorcycle on a street in her universe.

You clack your nail repeatedly on the counter repeatedly, deciding to tell her what happened once she’d stop at a light. “Okay don’t get to excited or anything since your riding your motorcycle, but.. I’m pregnant..” You say waiting for her response and reaction.

As Jessica sat at the light, she started asking you a dozens of questions, “Do you know the gender yet?”, “Top 5 names if it’s a girl or boy?”, “Does Miguel even know yet?” You didn’t say anything after that question. Just from a minute of silence, she knew you hadn’t. “You haven’t told him have you..?”

Miguel had teleported into the house, he took his costume off and replaced them with comfortable clothing he’d left from the previous night before on the couch, while doing so, he heard you talking to someone. He figured it was important so he shrugged it off and started taking the ingredients out for dinner you were going to be cooking on this bittersweet night. “I just don’t know how to tell him that there’s a baby on the way.” He paused his movements. Had you just said what you said was truly real. It seemed seemed specious, but it wasn’t. It was true, real. “I don’t know how he’ll take the news, I want him to be happy about it and all but, what if he’s not, what if he’s angry about it..” That made him feel egregious and compunctioned. You thought he wouldn’t react well or good to the news..? He frowned and sat on the couch, still ‘eavesdropping’, but not on purpose of course.

After the conversation you had with Jessica, you pranced down the stairs to see Miguel on the couch, you froze halfway on the stairs panicking, you hoped he didn’t hear that whole conversation with her, and that he’d just gotten home. You continued your way down the stairs, he looked up to see you. God, he thought you looked so seraphic. “Hello Mi Rey, how was your day?” You say as you walk up to him and give him a sweet kiss onto of his forehead, after you ran your hands through his hair and smiled sweetly at him.

It took him a second or more to respond to your daily question, “It was good baby, do you feel okay right now? Your red..” He says. He knew what he was doing, he already knew what happened now.

You look in his eyes, look down and chuckle. “Yes dear I’m fine, I’m going to start dinner now.” Kissing his cheek, you walk to the kitchen to see he put what you needed out. “Aww, thanks for putting everything out, thank my hombre guapo. Would you like to help me with dinner tonight?” You say peaking your head out of the kitchen into the living room.

He stands up and walks over to you, “Only if that means we can play music?” He says as his large hands wrap around the small of your back and butt. Whenever he meant “play music”, he meant while the food was cooking and the both of you had time to waste to dance around in the kitchen and plant gentle kisses on one another.

You look to the side and frown for a second, debating your words of choice. “Miguel?” You say looking up at him.

After you just saying his name, he got quite worried. “What is it mi amor?” He said looking deep into your eyes.

“Whatever happens, I just hope you know I love you, so so much.. Your the best thing that’s ever happened to me..” You say, feeling different waves of emotions coming over you.

He was surprised. He thought that something bad was going to happen, but surprisingly it wasn’t anything bad. You were having one of your moments where you just wanted to say that you loved him. “God I love you too y/n..” He says shoving you into his broad chest.

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After making dinner the both of you sat down at the table, across from eachother. It was quiet, that weirded you out a little, he was always the one to start a conversation at the table..

You clear your throat and look up at him, “Soooo, did anything interesting happen with them today?” You say, taking another sip of your soup. Your mind was racing with random question and things you had to finish after eating.

He looked up, didn’t say anything, until a couple moments later. “Nope not really.. But there is something I’d like to talk about with you.” He said in a significant tone, as he pushed his soup bowl to the side, with his glass of water.

You took note of this, his tone was never like this unless there was something wrong or serious we needed to talk about. “Okay…” You drag out as you do the same gesture as him, pushing your glass and bowl out of the way.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant..?” He asked. His shoulders were tense, as he stood properly in his chair.

Oh god, he knows..? But how, that shouldn’t have been unless he heard me upstairs, is that why he was so tense when I came down the stairs.. “Look Miguel, I’m sorry, I just didn’t know how to break the news to you.” You felt a sense of compunction rush over you. “I didn’t know how you would react, or how you felt about having a child.. I just..” You didn’t finish anything, tears ran down your cheeks, as you didn’t look at him but at the cleared area in front of you on the table.

You didn’t see him, but he got up and started walking towards you. He wrapped his strong and well-knitted arms around you, you cried and cried in his chest. You felt horrible, you were gasping for air at this point from crying.

He let go of you and took your flushed face in his hands. “Look Hermosa, I’m not angry, I’m just a little sad that you’d think I’d feel that way. I’m happy that you are okay?” Staring at you, he waited for you to nod. When you did he gave you a kiss, picked you up, and carried you to the bedroom where the both of you would go to sleep. And clean up the both of you made from cooking tomorrow. “Goodnight, Mi Amor.”

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notes: Thank you so much for requesting, I truly hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Have a great morning/afternoon/night!

June 4, 2023

9:30am

[just-some-trans-nobody]

I just want a grumpy werewolf to look over to me and immediately start wagging his tail. I would melt if that happened.

[fluffy-stories]

Fluffy and the Throne of Squeaky Toys

It was an unusually quiet afternoon in Fluffy's apartment. Too quiet. His big, reddish-brown eyes scanned the room, suspicious of the stillness. His trusty broom-spear leaned against the wall, waiting for the next adventure to come knocking, and his tail twitched with pent-up energy.

Suddenly, inspiration struck.

Fluffy hopped up with a wide, mischievous grin. "The Throne of Squeaky Toys!" he whispered to himself, eyes gleaming. His living room, once an ordinary space cluttered with pillows and half-folded laundry, transformed in his mind into the majestic Fluffland Arena, a sprawling battlefield where only the bravest could reign supreme.

He dashed over to his stash of squeaky toys—his most prized possessions—scattered across the floor like treasure waiting to be claimed. To any outsider, it might look like a simple pile of chewable chaos, but to Fluffy, these were artifacts of power, each squeak holding a different form of magic.

“The legend speaks of the one who can sit upon the Throne of Squeaks and control the kingdom,” Fluffy muttered dramatically, eyes darting from toy to toy. “But first, the throne must be built.”

He set to work, stacking pillows into a grand, towering throne in the middle of the living room. His long, shaggy fur bobbed with every hop as he worked, arranging his kingdom’s most sacred relics: the squeaky bone, the crinkly dragon, and the notorious squeaky donut—his greatest nemesis and yet, his most loyal subject.

With one final adjustment to the precariously perched cushions, Fluffy stood back to admire his creation. The Throne of Squeaky Toys stood tall, a monument to his chaotic imagination. His eyes twinkled as he whispered, “It is time.”

Grabbing the broom-spear in one paw and donning a dishtowel cape, he climbed atop the throne. His tail wagged furiously with excitement, causing a few cushions to wobble. But no matter—the hero of Fluffland was ready.

He stood atop his throne, broom raised high. "I, Fluffy the Brave, declare myself ruler of the Fluffland Arena!" he bellowed to an audience of absolutely no one—but in his mind, crowds of imaginary citizens cheered. "Let all who oppose me face the wrath of... the Squeaky Horde!"

As if on cue, Fluffy stomped on the squeaky bone, sending a loud, high-pitched squeak echoing through the room. He chuckled with a mischievous grin, bouncing on the cushions and causing a chorus of squeaks from the various toys. The cacophony of noise filled the room, each toy adding its own voice to the chaos.

Just then, the door creaked open. Mrs. Cartwright, his stern neighbor, peered inside, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Fluffy, what on earth are you doing?” she asked, eyeing the squeaky toys scattered across the floor like a battlefield.

Fluffy froze, his broom-spear still raised high in the air. In his mind, Mrs. Cartwright wasn’t just a neighbor—she was the feared Enforcer of Mundanity, a sorceress bent on ruining all things fun.

"Beware, Enforcer!" Fluffy called out dramatically, pointing his broom at her. "You stand before the Throne of Squeaks, and I am its rightful ruler! Turn back now, or face the Squeaky Horde!"

Mrs. Cartwright gave a long, exasperated sigh, shaking her head as she stepped further into the room. “You need to clean this up, Fluffy. You’re going to hurt yourself with all this mess.”

Fluffy gasped in mock horror. “You think you can just waltz in here and destroy my kingdom of joy? The Squeaky Horde will not allow it!”

To emphasize his point, he stomped on the squeaky donut, which responded with an especially aggressive squeal. Mrs. Cartwright blinked, utterly unimpressed.

“Clean. Up.” She said sternly, before turning on her heel and heading back to her own apartment.

Fluffy slumped onto his throne, defeated. “The Enforcer of Mundanity strikes again…”

But as the door clicked shut, his mischievous grin slowly returned. He jumped up from his throne, tail wagging as fast as ever. “But the ruler of Fluffland does not give up that easily!”

And with that, Fluffy resumed his reign over the Throne of Squeaky Toys, launching himself into an epic battle against invisible foes, the squeaks of his loyal subjects ringing out in triumph.

The adventure, as always, was far from over.

Fluffy leapt from his throne, his broom-spear poised for action. The Enforcer of Mundanity might have tried to quell his rebellion, but Fluffland was not so easily conquered. The squeaky toys beneath his paws emitted their triumphant chirps as he bounded across the room, each hop sending out a rallying cry for his imaginary army.

“The Squeaky Horde will rise again!” he declared, sweeping the room with his broom-spear in a grand arc, narrowly missing a lamp. He paused dramatically, listening for any sign of the Enforcer’s return. All was quiet. Too quiet. That meant it was time for… Phase Two.

In Fluffy’s world, this wasn’t just clean-up time. No, no. This was the Great Squeaky Rebellion—a daring operation to secure the throne’s power by spreading the influence of the Squeaky Horde throughout the apartment. He began the first stage by tossing toys into every corner with a surprisingly strategic precision.

He ducked and rolled toward the couch, tossing the squeaky dragon behind enemy lines (the laundry basket), while the squeaky bone found ist new position under the coffee table, a key vantage point for surveillance of future invasions. His long, shaggy fur puffed with each dramatic roll, like an action hero caught in the middle of an intense battle scene.

But then came the final challenge—Squeakzilla.

From behind the couch, Fluffy pulled out the largest, most dangerous member of the Squeaky Horde: a massive, plush octopus whose tentacles squeaked in horrifying unison when squeezed. It was more than just a toy—it was the last defense between Fluffy’s throne and any invaders brave enough to cross his domain.

“Squeakzilla,” he muttered reverently, “your moment has come.”

Balancing the enormous octopus on his back, Fluffy clambered back up to the throne, his tail twitching in concentration. The cushions wobbled beneath him as he climbed, but he managed to reach the top without toppling his creation.

“There!” he exclaimed, placing Squeakzilla on the armrest of the throne like a faithful guardian. “Now, none shall challenge the power of Fluffland!”

He stood proudly, surveying the chaos below. Toys were scattered like troops across the battlefield, strategically placed to defend the throne from the likes of Mrs. Cartwright, or worse, the dreaded Vacuum Monster. His tail swished in satisfaction. Surely, no force in the universe could challenge him now.

At that moment, the door swung open again—this time with a bit more force.

Zane walked in, taking in the scene before him with a slow, stunned blink. The once tidy living room was now a minefield of squeaky toys, pillows, and what looked like a giant octopus perched on top of an elaborate pillow throne. And at the center of it all, Fluffy stood atop his creation, broom-spear held aloft like a victorious general who had just conquered an entire empire.

“Fluffy…” Zane started, struggling to find the right words as he sidestepped a squeaky mouse. “What is this?”

Fluffy straightened up, beaming with pride. “Behold! The Throne of Squeaky Toys! I am now the rightful ruler of Fluffland, defender of all squeaks!”

Zane crossed his arms, giving Fluffy an amused, if slightly exasperated, look. “Right. And I’m guessing this is all part of some important mission?”

Fluffy’s eyes gleamed. “Yes! You’ve arrived just in time, Sir Zane. We must prepare for the final battle against the Enforcer of Mundanity!”

Zane raised an eyebrow. “Mrs. Cartwright came by, didn’t she?”

Fluffy puffed out his chest. “Indeed! She seeks to dismantle the throne and return Fluffland to a land of boredom and responsibility! But with your help, we can defeat her forces and—“

The sudden hum of a vacuum echoed through the hallway. Both Zane and Fluffy froze.

“Oh no…” Zane muttered, realization dawning on his face.

“The Vacuum Monster!” Fluffy gasped, his ears perking up in alarm. He hopped down from the throne in a flurry, grabbing his broom-spear and flinging his dishtowel cape behind him like a true hero preparing for his final stand. “Quick, Zane! To arms!”

Zane sighed, but a grin crept onto his face. “Alright, Fluff. What’s the plan?”

Fluffy spun toward him, tail whipping behind in excitement. “First, we must barricade the door!” He rushed over, flinging pillows against the entrance with a sense of urgency that only a Taidum facing his mortal enemy could muster.

“And then,” he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “we set a trap. Squeakzilla will be our secret weapon.”

Zane couldn’t help but chuckle as he helped Fluffy set the plush octopus in the middle of the room, ist tentacles splayed out like a mighty beast waiting to strike. The vacuum’s hum grew louder as Mrs. Cartwright neared her usual vacuuming route in the hallway.

Fluffy crouched low, his broom-spear ready, and gave Zane a fierce look. “Prepare yourself, Sir Zane. This will be our greatest battle yet!”

The door creaked ominously as Mrs. Cartwright vacuumed past. For a moment, the world stood still. Then, just as the sound began to fade, Fluffy lunged forward, dramatically throwing Squeakzilla in the air.

„Now! Attack!“ he yelled, sending the octopus flying toward the door.

Of course, nothing happened. The vacuum monster passed by without noticing the mighty forces of Fluffland.

Zane burst into laughter. „I think we’re safe, Fluff.“

Fluffy sighed, dramatically collapsing onto the floor. „Another victory for Fluffland! The Vacuum Monster is defeated once more!“

Zane shook his head, smiling. „Yep, you’re a hero, Fluff. Let’s just hope Mrs. Cartwright doesn’t vacuum right in here next time.“

As Fluffy lay amidst his toys, basking in his imaginary triumph, he couldn’t help but grin. For now, Fluffland was safe, and the adventure… well, it was never truly over.

[aterimber]

End your weekend on a good note with some fluffy short stories!

[milkamel]

Hanahaki disease my beloved.. such a cool concept that has so many opportunities >:3 And no fluff today, just angst with no comfort!! <3

Killer belongs to rahafwabas Cross belongs to jakei

[egophiliac]

As someone who hasn’t played the twst game very long I just got into it. I wanted to know about events? Like do some not come back? For example do the Masquerade, Port, Beanfest, Ghost bride, starsending events. Do those come back? I hear people say how they missed their chance to get this great card like as if it won’t ever come back and then someone on Reddit will say something like “Oh beanfest happened twice on the JP server” so which events have gotten reruns so far? I would ask about more recent ones like the Easter one but idk if it’s too recent to know if get rerun or if they clarify that it won’t come back? I was really sad to find out about the Silk outfits I missed out on when they visit the scalding sands. I also was really sad to find out i missed out on the anniversary cards because I didn’t play the game yet. I wish they would add the anniversary cards to the store at least…I want to be apart of the celebration :’)

I was looking in the shop and saw all the different groovy items you need to groovify event cards and this question just came to me so I had the urge to ask someone…

welcome to Twst! 🎉 it is a bit confusing to jump right into, especially because. they're not always consistent. :') it sounds like you're probably playing on Eng, which I'm less familiar with, but I'll try based on what I know! (I also don't always remember everything, so somebody please correct me if I get something wrong!)

first, I do recommend the Twst wiki.gg, which seems to stay pretty up-to-date on events for both the Eng and JP versions! it's a great resource for when you want to see if/when an event ran or rerun. in general, I believe that the Eng version only does reruns that have already happened in JP, so if JP has a rerun that hasn't happened yet in Eng, they should get it too eventually! on the other hand, I don't think either version has ever rerun an event more than once. :( BUT this doesn't mean you're entirely out of luck, because:

anniversary events (March for JP, January for Eng) will usually offer a chance to get both an older event SSR and an older birthday SSR in the shop, via buying a special item with exchange currency (which you get by doing pulls on the anniversary gacha, I think you need to do 100-150 pulls for enough currency to buy the item to exchange for an SSR). only SSRs though, and you're limited to one each (one birthday, one event). so if there's an SSR you REALLY want and it's already had its rerun, it's probably worth planning to save up some keys for!

as for actual reruns, they seem to come in a few different flavors:

straight-up rerun, no changes or extra cards

unchanged event story, with a new SSR of a character who wasn't in the story (e.g. Applepom Jamil)

slightly rewritten event story that includes a new SSR (e.g. Ghost Marriage, they don't seem to do this anymore though)

completely new event story that acts as either a sequel or alternate-universe version of the original (e.g. Beans Day part 2, Fairy Gala IF) (though this is pretty rare and might actually count as a separate event, rather than a rerun?)

Master Chef/Culinary Crucible events have never gotten reruns (though they might start now that we've finally gotten through all the characters in JP, time will tell). birthday and Halloween events will also rerun the previous version in addition to the new one -- for instance, Eng should be getting a Glorious Masquerade rerun this year, followed by the new (Playful Land) Halloween event. and a birthday campaign will, in addition to the new card, have a separate pickup for the previous year's birthday card.

for the specific ones you mentioned -- I think Beanfest, Ghost Bride, Fireworks, and Starsending have already rerun in Eng, so those most likely will not be rerun again (at least not anytime soon). Masquerade should be coming back for you guys this Halloween, and Portfest JUST got its rerun in JP, so that should be coming too sometime in the future! (no new SSR though, alas, I was really hoping for a little marching band sailor boy Leona. 😔) the Easter event is the White Rabbit Fest, right? that one hasn't gotten a rerun in JP yet either, so it's still on the table!

all that said, it's entirely possible they'll change the rules at some point and start doing more reruns/chances to get older event cards, especially since the game's been going on for a few years now and some cards haven't been available for a pretty long time! there's only one card that they said was for-realsies limited-time-only and wouldn't ever be available again -- Platinum Grim, since he was to celebrate the 100th anniversary -- so. there's always a little bit of hope for everything else. :D (fairy gala Ortho PLEASE COME BACK SOB)

[celestialwrites]

jealousy dialogue + prompts ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

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♡ “why don’t you just go back to her?!” “who?”

♡ “if you want (character) gone just say so!”

♡ character A talking with an old friend while character B just sits and watches. [little did they know, the old friend was talking about how lucky A is to have B.]

♡ “i never took you for the jealous type.” “i. am. not. jealous.”

♡ “maybe i didn’t like the way (character) looked at you!”

♡ “aw, darling, are you jealous?”

♡ character A being oblivious to a random person flirting but character B swoops in to ‘save’ character A from a bad flirt when in reality they were just jealous.

♡ “you’re jealous of (character)? hun, you could do so much better.”

♡ “i saw the way he looked at you!”

♡ character A gets jealous over their old fling who they swore they hated. [chaos ensues]

♡ “why do you look like you’re about to stab me? you’re not jealous, are you?”

♡ “why are you so insecure about this?” “i don’t want to be used again!”

♡ “what’s the matter with you?” “i don’t like the way (character A) looks at (character B)”

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[warpedwings]

Misha Collins in Be Good Humans Podcast: Random Supernatural Acts.