#nowhere to run (from my boop)

[insanityisdivine]

Me booping to be booped in return

[thezombieprostitute]

Would werewolf Steve take me apple picking and help me bake apple pie and let me boop his nose with flour? I’m in a very fall mood today.

I haven't thought about Werewolf Steve in such a long time!

Warnings: Mild/implied smut.

The Northern Forests are absolutely gorgeous this time of year. All the different leaf colors make the forest look breathtaking. The only thing more beautiful, to Steve, was you.

It's been over a year since you woke up to a muscly, hairy man rowing you down the river to get medical assistance. In that time you and Steve grew closer than he imagined he could ever let himself get. You were more curious than afraid of his wolf side. You showed him unending trust that he longed to live up to. You even got him willing to go out and interact with people more and more.

While the two of you were living in the middle of nowhere, you focused on your nature photography and conservation efforts, and Steve found himself getting back into painting and drawing. It was a side of himself he had shut down in favor of keeping himself, his wolf, under control. After his first transformation around you, where you hadn't run in fear, and he hadn't attacked you, Steve soon learned his wolf needed freedom, not a prison. His artistic side, his protective nature, his need to look after others, those were the things that would keep his wolf side from destroying everything around him.

So when the autumn hits, Steve is more than happy to take you to some of the nearby farms and orchards. He's gone from being a recluse to feeling excited to go out and do things with you. He makes sure you don't have to do any of the heavy lifting, almost appearing to have inhuman strength until you chide him. He can be a little careless about keeping his werewolf nature a secret when it comes to showing off for you.

Other than that, things go well until you have an almost literal run-in with one of the young men working at the orchard.

"Ope, sorry about that, Ma'am," the young man quickly apologizes.

"It's fine," you assure. "I should've looked where I was going."

Steve is standing behind you, your back to his chest. You swear you can feel his growl. The young man makes the briefest eye contact with him before ducking his head and carefully backing away, still apologizing. You try to turn around to look at him but Steve wraps his arms tightly around you and runs his nose along your neck.

"Steve, you can't do that," you scold him. "It was an accident."

"He touched you," Steve quietly growled. "Almost hurt you."

"Steve? Are you...are you okay?"

He nips your neck, making your breath hitch. "Need to get you home."

"We gotta pay for these apples, first," you tell him. He grumbles but acquiesces.

At home, Steve doesn't even let you grab the apples out of the truck, mumbling promises of getting them later. He's thrown you over his shoulder and is carrying you into the house. You laugh and call him a caveman, causing him to smack your ass. He gets you on the couch before ripping your clothes off of you and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Several hours later Steve keeps his promise of getting the apples for you. You're sitting at the table because your legs aren't working at the moment. He actually looks guilty as he places the baskets of apples on the table for you.

"I'm sorry about that," he says. "I don't know what came over me. I just...I know it was an accident but seeing that guy touch you, I...I guess I got a little..."

"Territorial?" You finish for him.

"Yeah, that," he nods. "I had this uncontrollable urge, a need, to cover you in my scent. Mark you as mine."

"Well you certainly succeeded," you chuckle. "Now get to helping me peel and slice some of these apples for pies."

Steve smiles. Domestic bliss was something he was certain he'd never be allowed after becoming a werewolf. But you've upturned his world in the best possible ways. You turned this place from a house to a home, making it a refuge, not a Fortress of Solitude. As you carry on with the baking, filling the kitchen with the delightful aromas of apples and cinnamon, Steve still can't keep his hands off of you. His excuse is that you were so weak kneed before he's gotta keep his arms wrapped around you so you don't fall. He doesn't even bat an eye when you boop his nose with a flour covered finger. He just wipes off the flour by nuzzling your neck, making you laugh.

As the night approaches, Steve's wolf becomes more awake. Steve can tell it's trying to get his attention about something but he can't figure it out. That night he's more restless than usual, but it's nowhere near the full moon. Not wanting to worry you, he tells you he's going to go do a territory check to burn off some energy. Though he's gotten better about transforming in front of you, he still waits until he's sure you're asleep before doing so.

In wolf form, Steve takes a deep breath, gathering information. There is something different. Something that wasn't there before. He wants to investigate it but his wolf form is in charge and is insistent on doing the territory check. It seems extra focused on security. He spends much of the night making his rounds before finally investigating the source of the new scent. As he gets closer to home, the scent shows up again. It grows stronger as he gets inside the house. Maybe it's the apples? The baking? Steve thinks. He swears he feels his wolf roll its eyes at him.

They get to the bedroom where you're sleeping and that's when it hits him. She's pregnant! Steve's wolf lightly growls in confirmation. The two are aligned in this moment in their desire to keep you, and their pup, safe. But how is Steve going to tell you?

Tagging: @alicedopey; @darsynia; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[byunpum]

Can you please do Neytiri,Neteyam,Lo’ak, and Jake with a chubby human reader?

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Neytiri:

I think she would not notice your physical presence right away. She would be more focused on your behavior in the clan. Things with the humans would still be on the surface. So she was surprised when jake introduced you to the clan, you were the only human among them. She would come up and introduce herself. Seeing you smile at her. Some time later she would approach you. Little by little. And right then and there she begins to notice the differences between the two of you. How you were softer, how your curves were more pronounced. And if anything had fascinated neytiri it was your breasts.

I'm pretty sure neytiri has a fascination with boobs. You can see how she takes care to always have that area very adorned and beautiful. So when she was confident enough, she would touch you without warning. For example, you were sitting with her. Out of nowhere, you would feel someone give your breast a little boop. You look down, and see neytiri curiously touching you with her finger. "They're this soft…all the time?" she speaks, moving closer to the edge of your shirt. Lifting up your shirt, you react quickly, taking her hands. "Ney…you can't just pull up my shirt just like that…especially not here" you look around. "I bet they're really pretty and you're covering them up with those ugly clothes. I'll make something nice for your boobs…you'll see" she's annoyed, but you could tell it was playfully. Because she sits closer to you, and taps you on your back with her tail.

Neteyam:

Biting. Yeah…this guy would give you soft bites out of nowhere. It doesn't have to be hard, or to hurt. He would simply open his mouth and come up to you, and press his teeth into your skin. Closing his eyes, at first it would be a bit strange for you. But you've been around this guy long enough to know that he's getting your reaction, and he's demanding attention.

You would be swimming, one of the many lessons you are forced to take. You were having fun in the water, until you felt someone bite your thigh. You kick whatever it is that bit you. You see neteyam come up, placing his hand on your head. "Baby…that hurt," says neteyam, reaching up to grab you around the waist. You tap him on the chest again. "You're crazy…I thought it was something worse…like a fish" you say, neteyam laughs. Catching your ear. "Like ao'nung's ugly fish?" he speaks in a mocking voice, giving another bite to your shoulder. You laugh, no doubt biting was his way of showing you how much he liked you.

Lo'ak:

Like his mother, lo'ak has to touch you. And to his good fortune you were very affectionate with him. Always cuddling him, pressing your body against him. The boy would pray to eywa that you wouldn't move away from him, because he loved to feel you close to him. He liked to drag you by the waist to his side, just so he could hold you close.

Like that time he got hurt, and you came running to where he was. Mo'at was treating his wounds. You go in and hug him. The boy is sitting up, so his whole face is pressed against your chest. He relaxes, listening to your heartbeat and feeling how soft you feel. Wrapping you more in the embrace. Everyone in the hut is looking weird, because lo'ak had let himself go and had his eyes closed. He was clinging to you, while you could hear him purring.

Jake sully:

( This gif hurts me…it looks so beautiful.) From the first time he saw you, in the lab. His hormones went through the roof…for the first time in his life he was grateful to be in a wheelchair. He had a perfect view of your beautiful body as you passed him. When he became an avatar, Jake went out of his way to make sure his cute Y/N was by his side. And now that he was twice your size, nothing was going to stop him.

Squeezing your thighs, as you sat on his lap. Or looking at you long enough to make you turn to look at him. "Did you miss something?" you speak, with mischief in your voice. "mmm no, did you?" jake would take your hand, to pull you between his legs. Squeezing your arms, leaving soft kisses on your shoulders. "You're so soft…I miss feeling this." Jake would let go, moving to let his head rest on her shoulder, breathing and enjoying himself.

[citrinae]

mornings with them. (ii)

contents; fluff, suggestive themes, slight angst peppered on nami’s part. i just had to include my favourite girls in this one. and yeah of course i’m pushing the straw hat vivi agenda. cheers 🍷

here for part 1

ft. nami, robin, vivi

⋆ ˚｡༄ nami

this is just a personal take, but your first mornings with nami might feel a little lonely. not because she doesn't care about you, of course she does, but she finds it hard to manage this new feeling coming with the thought of you. sometimes she’s nowhere to be found—for minutes you ask about her, wander the hallways of the ship. but you will often find her on deck, checking her log pose, measuring cloud density, or sunbathing. nami isn’t one to necessarily run from affection, and she makes sure to let you know that during the rest of the day, but this form of affection, so pure and intimate, isn’t something she’s really used to. she needs time to accommodate it. 

it’s definitely the most rewarding feeling when, some weeks after officialising your relationship, you open your eyes and she’s there, rays of sunlight cutting into her skin and pulling the corners of her mouth an inch higher. “you mind if i hang around for a bit?” she says, and it feels like honey when it reaches your ear.  

what she likes to do the most during your mornings together is gently push her nose against yours, brush the hair out of your face, and maybe bite your bottom lip if she’s feeling a little more playful than usual. speaking of which, she might rub her leg against yours at times to let you know she’s in the mood. 

nami’s morning routine includes a good amount of things: skincare, clothes, hair. after you start spending the mornings together she will be happy—the happiest—if you join her in the ritual. and just like that the room turns into a runway, with you dressing up and changing into your fit choices for the day, and your girlfriend, leg over leg, coffee in hand, rating and commenting on each. nami trusts and respects your taste; therefore she might also ask for your opinion about what works with what and what doesn’t. 

⋆ ˚｡༄ robin

you wouldn’t admit it to her, but sometimes you wonder whether she sleeps at all (she does). not once have you woken up only to see her seated at her desk, face propped in a palm, studying. however robin is highly perceptive and she will quickly notice if you are awake; she often lets you know this by using her devil fruit powers to boop your nose or lightly tickle you.

it does not take long until she rests on her elbows beside you, looking at you with the warmest smile you’ve seen, asking whether you had a good sleep. she patiently listens to anything you’d tell her, twirling some strands of your hair between her fingers or running gentle touches across your arm. “you’re cute,” eventually leaves her with a small chuckle. she rolls on the side. “go on talking like that and someone might fall for you.” robin likes to lift your chin with her forefinger, drawing you towards her lips. these kisses often lead to something more, not that either would mind, with you needing some stimulus to fully recover from your sleepiness and she needing a break from her reading. 

if the crew is visiting a new island she would prefer to start the day early by exploring and taking any notes for her research. but none of this can happen without you two enjoying your coffee and a sweet treat on a blanket or at an outdoor table somewhere away from the ship. during busier days there are books scattered all around the place, teaspoons and lipglosses and sugar packets often misplaced under paper.

i can see robin feeding you some spoonfuls of her cake. her hand topped on yours, she randomly asks if you have tried this flavour. you say no. she smiles, “here, let me know what you think.” and at this the teaspoon in her hand hovers towards your direction. you open your mouth. “it’s really good,” you say, seconds later. robin’s eyes meet you like a most comforting breeze. “i knew you’d think that.” and not long after that, you are happy to return the gesture. 

⋆ ˚｡༄ vivi

when you open your eyes, the chandelier is the first thing you see. grand, bright, unfamiliar. breath catches in your throat for a moment. then you roll over and your girlfriend’s blue hair reaches your sight; you exhale. vivi meets your gaze with a playful smirk and a forefinger at her mouth, the guards, they will know we’re awake. i’m awake. 

vivi’s schedule is at most times overfilled with summits, audiences, and other royal duties she’s deeply committed to, she will always be, but she knows that the mornings are when she gets to spend the most time with you; so naturally she tries to extend those for as much as possible. especially after her time with the straw hats, i think it became harder for her to switch to her princess persona, and being with you fills her with pretty much the same sense of freedom she felt back then.

at first she would help you leave the palace through the window—quietly, early in the day when stars would still bleed into the skies of the kingdom and no one would be looking, hopping on karoo in a sleepy daze. yet after your relationship was discovered and officialised in the eyes of the people at the court, your mornings would come to mean breakfast with vivi and her father under chandeliers similar to the one in your partner's chamber. 

their conversations include politics and current affairs, setting goals for the near future, they might not even be aware of that. but vivi is still one of the most caring persons there are and she will notice if these either bore or overwhelm you. when this first happens, she will politely excuse both of you from the table. without other formalities she will lead you outside to a place she knows and where she promises that no one will bother you. wrapped in her mantle she keeps two buns of something sweet you can’t tell when she managed to snatch. “habit i picked from one of my friends,” she explains, placing the pastry in your hands and inviting you to cuddle with her at the base of a tree. she estimates an hour until her first meeting. soon enough this will become your spot for whenever you and vivi need some intimacy. 

[verysmolnerd]

You know what? Frik it!!! Some characters are getting booped!! By you!! 🐾🐾🐾

Otto Octavius:

He wasn’t expecting it one bit. He was hard at work and this attack came out of nowhere!

You had caught him overworking so many times, you’ve lost count at this point!

So, when it comes to dragging him away from the desk, you’ve gotten more creative.

There are times where you have lured him away by using your newlywed charm, and then there are times when it’s absolutely bonkers.

You’ve pulled him away with his spinny chair, you’ve even pulled it out from under him.

It gets a laugh out of him every time. Why? Because it shows him how much you care. When he loses track of time, you’re there to remind him.

He sometimes gets excited when he notices what time it is. Because it’s time for your mischief again.

You walked up to his chair and rested a hand on his broad shoulder.

“Hello, my dear. How are-“

You booped him right on his crooked nose. 🐾

What was once a look of adoration turned to one of shock. His eyes are wide and mouths agape; he couldn’t make heads or tails of it!

In fact, the piece of machinery that was in his hand fell to the table.

With the power of the boop, You powered off Otto. Cute and absolutely priceless.

Doc Ock:

How many times must he bolt the entrances down?! It seems like you’re always finding ways in here!!

He seems to close off one exit, and then he turns around to see you -his loving partner who’s more stubborn than they should be- arms open ready to embrace him.

You love him far too much, and he can’t take it at times. He’s no longer in control of his body, his free will is gone. He’s a slave to his own creation.

And yet.. you’re still there, for kisses, for comfort… it’s amazing, gobsmacking even. To have someone who will show him the light when he’s stuck in the darkest pits.

Regardless, he’s working nonstop: welding, wiring, or stealing; Doctor Octopus has been always working. Never resting.

He was placing another one of the components for his containment chamber when he heard a crashing noise.

He huffs when he sees that you had fallen out of the air vents. Scabs, dust, and dirt littered your face; but still a smile grazes your features.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you are quick to rise to your feet.

“For the last time. Get out-“

Boop attack!! 🐾🐾

The arms stop whatever they are doing and fall to the ground, limp.

They soon rise up and become docile for a brief moment. Chirping, nearing you.

And Otto? He’s in shock.

He looks at you with an aghast smile appearing on his face as you both discovered a way to fight the actuator’s influences.

The power of the boop. In the palm of your hand.

Maxim Horvath:

You were practicing alongside him. As per usual, he’s showing that tough love you’re so “ever” fond of.

It’s not like you hate training, it’s just that it gets tedious at times and there’s no banter between the two of you.

When you preform a spell correctly, you hear his huff of approval. Yep. That’s your indication.

When it’s time for a break you sit across from him in the fanciest chairs known to man. He has style, you’ll give him that.

He has a critical eye, reading a person is almost second nature to him. He’s been a live for a thousand years, after all.

Nothing seems to catch him off guard anymore, well, you don’t think anything ever did… until later in the evening.

It’s your turn to cook, despite his protests…. So when he took back the stove using magic, you weren’t surprised.

So, you had your own trick up your sleeve as you slowly approach him.

“Whatever you’re trying, I suggest you stop. It’s not going to work-“

Beep bap! Boop attack! 🐾🐾

You laugh at his shocked expression…. But then you start running when the furniture starts floating and is launched at you.

Snidley Whiplash:

With all the criminals piling into the bank, you would think that you’d be shaking in your boots… you’re not.

It’s Snidely and his hang you can see the top hat set atop his proud head as his incompetent criminals part like the sea.

“Give us your money and all of your gold.”

You roll your eyes despite the shouting you’re getting from your boss.

“Or what? You’ll drop an anvil on me?”

An array of clicks could be heard from all the pistols.

“Or we’ll shoot you!”

You can’t even count how many gun muzzles are pointed directly at your head.

Snidely looms over the counter, while you swat away your boss. Silently urging them to call the police. They run away, covering the ulterior motive by saying, “You’re on your own!”

“Hoo hoo,” you almost laugh from his stupid cackle. So you decide to lean forward, challenging him instead.

Snidely starts to lean back, unsure of what you’re planning.

“You think you can oppose, Snidely k Whiplash. Well, thing agai-“

You’ve been hit by🐾🐾 you’ve been struck by🐾🐾a boop criminal!

A blush adorns his face, as does the blinding police sirens outside.

He has heart eyes locked on you while he’s being pushed inside the squad car.

Hugh Weldon:

He had taken you star gazing. A common date, but a lovely one nonetheless.

You happily sit on the blanket while he excitedly tells you everything about the constellations he could see.

You felt like you could be his best student if you weren’t dating. Seeing him smile feels like your lifelong mission… and who are you to deny him of such happiness?

He had draped his coat over your shoulders, smiling with how it essentially swallowed you.

But now, you find that his ways of showing affection are short and sweet while dates are long and romantic. Cute.

He kissed you right before he went to view the stars, leaving you wanting more. So you swore for revenge.

So when he sat next to you, the trap was set.

When he opened his mouth, you got ready to strike.

“I think I saw the Orion constellation-“

He just triggered a boop attack!! 🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾

He laughs and allows you to attack him with kisses as well.

You got him back, in the best way.

Comte de Reynaud:

The spring festival is in full swing, and you couldn’t help but notice that the Comte was watching from afar.

You don’t know why it s a shock to you considering that he’s there every single year after his wife left him.

He always looks so gloomy or cold and calculating. Always looking out for his people, never for himself.

Well, it’s about time someone looked out for him.

You made your way over to him, and you find that his demeanor is a tad bit different. He looks uplifting, like he had a sudden change of heart.

And you’re especially shocked when he asks, “May I have this dance?”

He’s not light on his feet, however, when the music slows…. That’s a different story.

He holds you like a man deeply in love and you couldn’t help, but wonder what caused this change.

When the songs softly decrescendo to an end, he pulls you closer.

“I believe that I-“ he stops himself.

Oh hell no! Boop for answers! 🐾🐾

His eyes flutter as he finishes his sentence, “I love you.”

That passionate look in his eyes was the last thing you saw before he claimed your lips…. And your heart.

Kostya:

The landowner makes frequent visits to your humble shop. You find that he does a lot of the manual work himself alongside others.

You know he likes you, by the way he gazes at you from across your shop. Some of the people who work here as well can see the adoration in his eyes. It’s as clear as day.

However, the shy landowner is famously known for holding his own words. Dying with his own verbal desires.

So, if you wanted anything to do with him, it would be on your own accord. You’d make the first move.

It seems like all the patrons are rooting for you as well, as you tap your fingers on your counter; thinking on what to do.

So when he enters the shop the same time he always does, you’re quick to accompany him; offering your help.

Rather than wanting anything, he takes the opportunity to talk to you. He’s very flustered when he admits it.

Honestly, he’s just a flustered mess to begin with.

“I’m sorry, I-“

Take that! Boop attack! 🐾🐾

His mouth is agape and it seems his flushed expression spread to you.

He quickly composes himself and asks you out on a date. That was his plan after all.

The boops brought him out of his shell.

Armand Gamache:

Reading together in the evenings is a common occurrence between you two.

You sit on his lap while he’s facing the fireplace. Three Pines is a cold and grueling place, but when you’re together, the freezing temperatures don’t appear to be all that bitter.

You’re cuddled right up next to him as he reads the page, pausing for you to read as well.

He had chosen another book about escapism. You’ve read so many with him that you don’t remember the names of the books, just the plot.

You don’t mind at all, you wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. Because normally, it ends up being a de-stressor for the both of you.

However, you were feeling a bit of mischief tonight. You’re always antsy when you’re plotting a scheme, he knows it all too well.

“What are you planning?”

And it was at that moment… he got booped. 🐾

He arches a brow, not sure what to make of this at first.

But then he marks the page he left off in and tightened his embrace on you. Peppering you with kisses until you couldn’t breathe.

Then he boops you as well, making you burst out in laughter.

It seems he has a few tricks of his sleeve as well.

[da-rulah]

“Your too sweet for me” with SOFT Secondo. Like I’m talking so sweet I have to invest in dentures

Tooth-rottingly sweet? Gotcha. Here goes...

Secondo x gn!reader

You weren't sure what you were expecting - not a lot, if you were honest - but it certainly wasn't this.

Celebrating your first anniversary, you'd thought perhaps a nice meal or flowers would be as far as Secondo would go. But walking into his chambers at the agreed upon time that evening, you were stunned to find the largest and fluffiest looking pillow fort you'd ever seen.

His armchairs had been moved around and draped with sheets to create a soft cocoon, the sofa cushions laid out and covered in pillows and blankets to turn the floor into one large bed. The whole room was lit up in a soft glow of candlelight, and one of his records was spinning on his turntable creating an atmosphere that immediately invited you in.

"Secondo?" you called out to him, but he was nowhere in sight. Suddenly, you saw his feet backing out from the fort he'd built, followed by his legs and that wonderfully perky ass of his before he stood up and smoothed out his shirt.

"Amore, is it already 7:30? Mi scusi, I was not prepared..." he stepped towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a singular, lingering kiss to your lips.

"Not prepared? Look at this place, this is so cute..." You were in awe, taking it all in.

Secondo had taken one tiny little memory you'd told him about months ago and run with it. You'd told him about how your father had used to build you pillow forts for special days like birthdays, somewhere to hide away after the end of a long day of parties and activities. It was a safe space he'd created for you to unwind, knowing how easily you'd find yourself overstimulated by so much going on. This really was one of the sweetest things Secondo could have thought to do for you.

"Well, it is our anniversary, no? I wanted to do something nice," he told you, his lips twitching into an almost smile. Even now, he was stoic and stone faced. Only you could ever make him crack.

"You're too sweet for me," you smirked, booping his nose before you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Sweet?" he seemed offended, although of course, not seriously. "I am many things, amore, but 'sweet' is not something most would use to describe me." You giggled at that.

"No, perhaps they wouldn't. But I know you better than that. Sweetest. Papa. Ever." You punctuated each of those three words with a peck to the lips.

"I am not 'sweet'," he protested, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Take it back."

"Never."

"Take it back," he warned playfully. "Or face the wrath of my dark side."

"Ooh, that sounds exciting too..." you teased, biting your lip and standing up on your tiptoes to nuzzle your nose against his.

"Get in the fort," he demanded in a low, seductive voice, "I'll show you exactly what wrath looks like."

[a-strange-echo]

Flufftober Day: "4+1"

Pairing: Sirius Black x animagus!Hufflepuff!reader

Summary: 4 times the marauders saw a big white dog plus the time they "adopted" it.

Word count: 1 282

Warnings: none, just fluff

Author's note: English is not my first langage, so please be mindful. Also, do not hesitate to tell me if there is any mistakes, i'll rectify it.

Author's feelings: I like the begining, i like the ending less. i might try to re-write it once the flufftober is over.

(Image found on google, credits to the original artist)

The first time the marauders met the dog was during a full moon. They were out during the night to go to the Shrieking Shack but Remus’ transformation appeared earlier and he shifted in the middle of the woods. It was a very difficult full moon that night, the three other men struggled to keep the wolf in the forest and not wandering outside towards the school or the villages. Peter had yet to transform, he was scared of the wolf he had to admit. It was comprehensible, when a full grown were-wolf is charging at you, you either run and die or are paralysed by fear and die. Luckily, a bark that didn’t sound like Sirius’ pulled him out of his paralysis just in time for him to shift in his rat form and dodge the wolf’s paw swing. It was now that a big white dog came out of nowhere, took Wormtail in its mouth and ran probably the fastest it could away from the wolf. The rat squeaked when he felt the teeth around his smaller form but realized the dog was still mindful to not squeeze too tight to hurt him. The dog finally released the rat a few meters away from the wolf who fortunately didn’t chase after them. Sirius went to check on his friend scared the dog was ill-intentioned but found it gently releasing the small animal and booped it with its nose as if to ask if he was alright.

After this, the unfamiliar dog ended up helping them during the whole duration of the full moon’s effect on Remus. The dog left before the sun rise, much to Sirius’ chagrin who would have liked to spend more time with a fellow dog.

“Mate, stop mopping, you’ll meet this dog again.” James tried to cheer him up later the next with a slap on the shoulder.

And he did meet the dog again. Around a month later. It was snowing heavily on the ground of Hogwarts and the marauders decided to have some fun and pull pranks in the snow when, at some point, Sirius heard a bark in the distance. He turned to his friends who heard it as well and, when they nodded, he sprinted to a secluded era and shifted in a dog, following a scent in the snow to find a white dog, the same white dog, playing in the snow as well. It was playfully growling and biting the snow when he arrived. He approached carefully when the other dog noticed his presence, head low but tail wagging gently to show he wanted to play. The white dog got into a play stance, head on the ground, butt in the air, tail wagging left and right and Sirius mimicked. The other dog jumped at him, biting his ear playfully and the two dogs started to play-fight. It lasted a while, until the two dogs were lying on the ground, paws in the air and tongues lolling out of their mouths. Sirius wondered if he should risk his new dog friendship and decided to roll on his side and shift back in his human form once the dog was looking at him. He saw the momentary shock on the dog’s face before he was the one surprised when the white dog also shifted to a human form. What was his surprise to see, in the place the dog once was lying in, the cute Hufflepuff he talked and joked with when they walked into each other in the hallways. They laughed it off and continued to lay on the ground for a while again, this time as humans, talking and laughing with each other.

“Shift back.” they had asked at some point.

Sirius was confused but obliged, seeing them do the same short after. The white dog slapped its paw on Sirius’ side, leaving snow paw print on the black fur. The dog then booped its nose against the side of his muzzle before leaving, strutting happily and disappearing behind the castle. Sirius was sure in this instant they had just flirted with him and quite literally marked him as theirs. At least, it was what he now firmly believed as he returned to his friends, doing a show of parading with the paw print in front of them. Today he did not just win a never ending list of teasing puns, he also got a situation-ship with another animagus, and by the little show he did, earned them a new nickname: “Snowpaw”.

The third time the marauders saw the white dog, was one evening when they were all in their dorm room. Well everyone except Sirius who claimed had some business he needed to do. So when James saw by the window his friend, in his dog form, running towards the lake where the white dog was waiting for him, he gasped dramatically. The noise attracted the other two boys who where quick to gather at the window to see a black dog and a white one sitting by each other on the lake shore, their tails on top of the other’s.

“-He didn’t tell us he had a date!” James voice was so high pitched with excitement, it could shatter glass.

“-Probably because he knows we will tease him for having a date with a dog.” Remus deadpanned.

“-I am the only one who realized this dog acts like Padfoot? Maybe its an animagus too.” Peter suggested, leaving the two other stunned. “I’m just saying.”

The last time they saw this, now, familiar dog was when Sirius dragged his three friend out of their shared room one day. It had taken some time for Sirius to convince Y/N to meet his friends. They were important to him and he wanted his lover and his friends to get together. However, Y/N wanted to take things slow, after all they only had been dating for a little over 3 weeks now and didn’t feel ready to talk to Sirius’ friends by fear of saying something to upset them. Even if Sirius reassured multiple times that they couldn’t say anything to upset them, Y/N was still adamant. So settle on meeting the friends in their animagi forms. When James, Remus and Peter got to where Y/N and Sirius were waiting for them, they were confused to see the white dog and Sirius waiting by its side in his human form. He quickly explained the situation and soon, his friends smiled wide, shifting into their animagi except for Remus who couldn’t but he was happy to just sit in the grass and enjoy the company of his friends.

It took Y/N some time to announce to Sirius’ friends who they were and that they were dating him, but they didn’t regretted it. It was nice to be part of a group now and to have someone who shares the same experiences as you. The relationship lasted long, very long, even after Hogwarts. It wasn’t a surprise when James took the mic at Sirius and Y/N’s wedding, doing his best man’s speech.

“-I have to say, I still feel betrayed that you didn’t tell me first you were dating someone, Sirius. I expected better from you.” he shook his head in disappointment. “Y/N I am very happy to have you, officially, in the family. Is this an adoption? It’s an adoption right?” people laughed at that, included the married couple.

“-You can count it as such, if you want, James.” Y/N went along.

“-Good. We are waiting for puppies now.” He said last then took his place back behind Sirius who had a hard time controlling his blush and laughter.

[greetingsfromuranus]

What qualities do you like about Double D the most?

Soooo so many things I love about him - I often think about how soft his skin would be, like his cheeks are all soft and squishy, and his neck is probably so delicate and warm, his skin would probably be a bit clammy (he's so anxious and riled up all the time....) but not in an unpleasant way, it's just how he is lol. He's definitely one of those people with really cold hands and other extremities, but a warm enough torso

I love the way his face stretches when he smiles! I love seeing all the different shapes he takes but his smile is my favorite :3 how do I describe it- he isn't lumpy or anything, but he just has so many interesting moving parts, I love how his cheeks stick out and his chin sticks out and his jaw behind his ear sticks out, and his lil eye lines/eye bags, and of course his tooth gap! Big ol teeth...... He's just so wonderful to look at and I wish I could give him a big kiss on the forehead... boop his nose while I'm at it.... he's shaped all awkward like a newborn kitten or and I love it

I love how long he is! Lanky lil ferret creature, like a cat, or a weasel, or a salamander! I like the salamander comparison best, I've studied their anatomy before and it ready fits Double D the best..... They're all lanky and squiggly and flexible just like Double D ^w^

I really like Edds funky posture, he has such a cute lil belly and messed up scoliosis back lol..... like he's all tall and thin compared to everyone else but he's still fleshy and soft >u< like you can see his ribcage and spine poking out, but he still has a big kitten belly... I just wanna hold and squish him! his limbs are all lanky and awkward, but theyre more like that of a delicate baby bird than a bony human!

Also... cute butt........ squishy squishy 🤤🤤 LOL I know it's probably just his big ol shorts but it's still cute..... I love how all his clothes are so big on him! It's adorable!! I can imagine all the textures so vividly.... his outfits are def 10/10 comfy ^^ I love how he just wears knee/thigh high socks, it's very cute and funny, I also wear socks that go up to my shorts sometimes and it is VERY comfy when they fit well.

I also love his tiny lil legs and the way he walks/runs! They go pitter patter as he skitters around like a dachshund or a lizard a a funky lil bug!

And I really like the way he handles his energy... ill start with describing the other eds first!

With Ed, his energy is sort of consistently radiating out, he has an IMMENSE amount of power and imagination in there, but he's big enough to handle it. It seeps out like radiation from a 10 ton brick of uranium.

With Eddy, he has more explosive tendencies, he's short and stout, which makes it harder for him to hold everything in, but he tends to compress it all down into a little ball. He's extremely volatile and reactive, you set him off and BOOM it all explodes out! His little body just can't handle anything new, he's already backed up with so much repressed emotion that there just isn't room for anything new. His explosions are like dynamite, or a star that got too much mass and imploded on itself.

Now Edd is the Anxiety Creature™, his energy is also volatile in nature, but I guess he's more electric, or like plasma. It's the kind of heat that's so hot it starts to feel cold again, like coming inside from the snow, turning the bath faucet to the hottest temp and butting your feet right under it. The difference between him and eddy is that Double D isn't able to hold anything down, as soon as it's created it's let out into the world, however that may be. He wears his emotions on his sleeve, expresses any and all fear, excitement, disgust, and affection he feels because he just doesn't have the volume to hold any of it in. He creates huge amounts of energy, and there's nowhere for it to go but out into the world! His tiny body just can't hold it all in.... it's hard to find a comparison like the other two, something so small with so much energy.... his energy sorta functions like the sun, once you look at it up close.

Here's a diagram I made to visualize it better, (it looks better on computer than phone) I feel like Edds colors are different based on whatever emotion he's expressing, but theyre always bright, whipping out like pink and yellow and blue solar flares. Eddy's are definitely more firey and messy than what i drew, think dynamite mixed with a supernova.

I've been writing this post all morning, and I think im gonna call it here for now lol. I will add some stuff about Double D's personality later lol.

[katiekatdragon27]

I did a funny thing again! I got obsessed with another piece of obscure media! Except this time, it's a kids show! Where my Storybots bros at!? *greeted by silence and a single uninterested cough*

I was planning on posting this on the 4th (cuz murica, yeehaw), but I got busy. So here lol. Also, Answer Time Season 2 is supposed to come out in like three days or somthing, so wohoooooo, earlyish celebration!

Bios and stuff under the cut:

So, this AU is based on the Lone Drifter short from Answer Time and the "Short E, Long E" song. The other western-style songs are also an inspiration, but those two are the primary ones.

The story is primarily about Bang. He is a lone drifter trying to find his friend Kester (the girl who inspired his drifting) but ends up in a nowhere town run by criminals. Half-dead, he meets Beep and Bing, who are the first to take him in. No one really likes him at first, but some people that are friends with the Boppalots start to warm up to him, like Bo and Boop.

After some thinking, Bang decides to apply as the town sheriff. It takes a ton of convincing for the mayor to let him, but eventually Hap caves, giving him the position. Bing becomes deputy, Beep's a part time secretary, Boop's a detective, and Bo is the weapons/security guard(???).

The town has no name (I'll come up with something eventually), and it started as a sort of bank where criminals would hide their stolen goods. It was run by one man of legend, the Bandit Bot. It was said that anything under his care would last forever, and he could predict other people's futures. When more people decided on settling in town to watch their own goods, he disappeared. As a result, the townsfolk are very unwelcoming to strangers. They all have bounties over their heads after all.

But yeah, that's where my brain has been. If anyone has ideas for this thing, hit me up. I'd love to hear them :)

Have a good day fellas!

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 29 The Hotel by the Convention Center

Boop hello

It's baby lord violet and beryl!

I have no idea intro oof

Anyway have some oxymorons trash <3 <3

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

LOGICO: Okay okay. I have a small favour to ask. IRRATINO: Oh? :3 LOGICO: SINCE you dragged me through all this ‘numerological’ crap… I believe it’s only fair for you to attend MY mathematics convention! IRRATINO: WHAT!? Can’t you just go by yourself?

Logico does a big, sparkling eye, and an adorable consistency.

IRRATINO: I… mean… yeah! Let’s do that.

They go, and check into a hotel. Irratino can’t sit still.

IRRATINO: Ugh, I can’t believe we went all this way for a math convention… LOGICO: Was I complaining the entire time we were at the Institute? IRRATINO: Yeah.

They wait for someone to come to the counter, but no one does. Irratino’s fidgeting gets more intense, and there’s a weird smell that’s getting worse and worse. Irratino falls over the counter!

IRRATINO: OH! It’s because the concierge is dead! LOGICO: Oh.

Irratino is quite excited - there’s little he hates more than standing around! They have to explore the hallways to find suspects hidden in the rooms. Logico is a little unnerved when he finds that Emerald had followed them from the bank, and even more so when he finds that Marble followed him home from Drakonia!

MARBLE: Oh, hello dear! I quit my job and decided to see where you were headed. Lady Violet really is a numbskull!

Logico is, however, very happy to see another suspect that came to join!

UMBER: Oh my god. Deductive Logico!!

She runs over to him so fast and squishes into a big hug.

UMBER: My name is Sociologist Umbah. I missed you so much <3

Logico’s cold heart melts into a puddle! Irratino squishes the smol one’s cheeks. But Emerald reminds them of the murder at stake!

EMERALD: I have hidden my room key in an impenetrable area. There is no way for you to tell where I was!  LOGICO: My, look at all the gemstones on the floor of this one. EMERALD: Christ… UMBER: A poisoned muffin was in room two-oh-two. I was gonna eat it, and then I didn’t eat it because the poison IRRATINO: UMBER WATCH OUT! HE HAS A PI-DIMENSIONAL CUBE! UMBER: Wha?? EMERALD: Do not worry, child. I would never harm a person with such a thing. Here, have a look. UMBER: Wha. There’s nothing there. EMERALD: It may seem that way, but this is the most priceless artifact I own… UMBER: I think you’re a scam artist! EMERALD: WHRRRAAT?

Marble is just in a rocking chair in her room, next to a bag of so, so many knives. Perhaps she’s thinking of starting a ‘Man-Eaters’ club with Aubergine.

IRRATINO: I had a dream about the pi-dimensional cube. LOGICO: Irratino, you’re just spouting pure nonsense. I can’t even find Emerald’s weapon. IRRATINO: The cube is not visible to the common eye.  LOGICO: You’re not visible to the common eye. 

Nice comeback Gico. It’s very shocking when Irratino turns out to be right! (Or is it?)

EMERALD: I was trying to steal robes and towels, but the human saw me, so I murdered her. LOGICO: Well, at least these confessions are getting easier. EMERALD: No, you can’t hand me that easy! 

He reaches for his hypercube.

EMERALD: How- where- IRRATINO: Aha! I’ve compressed the quanta of your cube, meaning it’s no longer accessible in our three-dimensional world! EMERALD: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Vai al diavolo!!

Logico is semi-impressed. Irratino speaks idiot quite fluently…

IRRATINO: [whispers] I just hid the cube. [sniggers] LOGICO: Yes Irratino, you hid something that doesn’t exist. Bravo for you.

There’s a lovely iris-out!

The end! 

still have to wait for book augh

and the game is still nowhere to be found

Maybe I should try doing something productive?

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[jgabriel1920]

Nowhere.

This is in the Demi Demon universe, very cool series by @sparrowrye so check that out for the real stuff, this is just a eureca moment I had and really wanted to write (which is rare so I take it always when it comes)

Warning, it gets gory.

Plover birds flew in the air as they went for the sea, passing by the tall spruce trees, their thick leaves waving like the sea as the breeze hit them. The dark oaks complimented the lively green, with the ground full of healthy dirty. It was truly a sight to see, something that can leave someone gazing at it by hours.

That was what one of the beings in there were doing, not one like the squirrels and the birds, but a human. His red shaggy short hair gently moving as the air hit his scalp, and his green eyes almost closed from the tranquility. Against one of the wooden poles, his body relaxed, wearing a leather uniform, cream in color, with a red insignia on his shoulder, light armor over it. His moment of peace in the edges of the heaven was perturbed when footsteps came by, a annoyed pitched up voice coming with it.

"Again? Not doing your job 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯?" The steps stopped near, a similar wearing person, but with a helmet, hidden her white straight long hair, goat golden eyes glaring at his back.

"What job even there's is to do, Luci?" He sighted, foot all ready tapping against the ground, praying for her to disappear.

"Guard the damn city? What kind of question is that, Mag?" Her livid tone told him it wasn't going to be soon that she leave.

"well, the kind of when nobody with half a brain attacks the dragon and deer city." He turned to her now, hand pressed on the tree as the other went to his hip.

"You think they are up 24/7!? If one thing slips we are loosing our jobs, you dumbass!" She extended and moved her arms around, exaggerated and exasperated.

"We 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵. Nothing comes near in 6 years. And it was a bear that shit it self when he smelled her." He put his hand on his face, rubbing it as he groaned. "Let me do my stuff and you do yours, no need to be anxious."

"𝘼𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨? I just doing my job, for Alastor sake! If one of those bears get in town, or a criminal, or even one of Blackwater-"

"he's 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥." He had walked to her while she was trailing off and put both hands on the sides of her face, making her look at him. "He's super, mega dead and no undead guy of his getting here if he knows best." He let his hands go of her face. "We are just decoration, no need to worry. We get the money, go home and sleep nice. Let the big things to big people, alright?"

She crossed her arms, looking at the ground still with narrowed eyebrows. "Fine... But don't say big people, I not short."

"you are for me." He booped her nose as he went to look at the scenery again.

"𝘊𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. You know how little it is? It's so small it's the size of a-"

𝘼𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃

A blood curling scream echoes through the forest, making birds fly from their nests and deer's run away as the two looked at the direction of it. It was near the town rather than away from it.

Luci voice was barely above a whisper. "D-Did someone-"

"-Got hurt, yes. Let's go." Mag didn't let her finish her conclusion, calling her by hand as he ran to it, pulling out a scimitar from his side and gripping it as she ran after him.

The scream was still audible, but in lower tone, as if they couldn't stop. It helped them know where it came more precisely as they got to the heavens walls. Now it had fully stopped, meaning they had to search in the area.

More guards came, standing above it as they looked around, Lucy staying by Mag side as they ran along it, ready to go if one of the above man saw something.

Eventually, one pointed at a direction and the two went there, being the first. Between the dense trees and bushes, a body hanged between two trees, with it's inside out on the floor still connected to it.

Luci couldn't even come close, as she quickly had to run to vomit as Mag looked properly around. A bloody axe on the ground with footsteps all around. Too many, like a whole group had came to do this.

It couldn't be possible, no it couldn't, the magic barrier would have alerted the rest of the guards. They couldn't simply entered completely silent, how would they even have the time to do this?

It was dramatic, something Alastor would have done, ironically, but it certainly wasn't him. He did have a fight with his lover if he hears right... But it wasn't time for far fetched theories.

Footsteps came behind him again, soft and shaking if he was correct.

"Don't worry Luci, I got things covered. Just go home."

Nothing responded back.

He swinged his sword back, like he had many times in the trainings, certain the enemy would have that much time to react, but was met by elbow braking in half, a groan of pain coming from him as adrenaline barely got in his peak.

A leg came to know his own, making him kneel as his hair was pushed back, making him look up.

He was met by... Something. His vision blurred as he saw white and golden clothes, his own sword on the things hand as it quickly went down to his head. But he couldn't let away the thing eyes. They were empty of emotion, empty of life. They looked like a dead man eyes. They looked at his soul, staring at it and mocking his breathing as the sword went his face, going through his nose to the back of his head, hitting the ground. Now he couldn't breathe, his arms flapped around useless as the creature didn't even finished him off properly. It wanted him to suffer, to bleed I'm agony and cry in sorrow.

He could only stare at the sky, as a woman scream hit his ears.

[koala711]

My Missing Constant| Prologue

[Kaeya X Reader]

Content Warning(s): Grammar mistakes, minor mentions of alcohol consumption, a n g s t

Word(s): 684

[Next part: I ]

(A/N) Slowly re-making this series and coming back to the fanfic scene. I’ve made almost all the chapters so I only have to upload them slowly.

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You took a small bite out of the apple pancake you made at home, swinging your legs back and forth as the Sun’s first light hits you over the horizon. All of Mondstadt was silent apart from the small bits and pieces of noise here and there.

For example, the clanking of armor as the Favonius knights swapped shifts at the gates, or the baker just below heading in to prepare a fresh batch of food for his customers. 

The dawn slowly changed to day, but you stayed up upon the wall’s edge, staring into the horizon in a trance. 

“Meow.”

You looked around, trying to find where that yawn had come from until the patterned brown and white cat hopped onto the other edge of the wall. It stared at you and let out another meow as if it were calling you.

“Hello, kitty,” you giggled softly and smiled, tossing your legs over and walking towards it for a pet. 

Almost as soon as you pet her, she began to lean into your touch, purring softly as she nuzzled you. 

“Don’t tell anyone this, but I’m going to be leaving real soon,” you whispered, booping her nose with a bittersweet smile. “But~! I got you a gift before I left.”

You reached into your back pocket and left the little cat to wait, watching with curiosity.

“Ta-da!” You pulled out a small, hand-made mouse toy. Almost immediately, the cat tried to get it but it was too far. Laughing, you settled it down next to her and watched her play with it.

You quietly eyed the red-haired man as he slowly made his way to Angel's Share. Sometimes you wondered how he's been doing these days, but you try not to dwell on it too much. Your old memories shared with him and his brother always made you feel quite lonely in the end.

"Meeow?"

You looked down at the small kitty who has on its back with the mouse toy on its chest, staring up at you with some kind of sparkle in her eye.

"Hehe, you're so cute."

---

One last gift.

You can give them one last gift before you leave, right?

“What if they think I’m weird?” You muttered to yourself, fiddling with one of the orange tips of the Calla Lily in your hand. It, along with many others, formed a small flower crown with small Cecelias you’d found. You had another with the same concept, except the Cecelias were bigger and small Lamp Grass lit it up. 

You stared at the dark windowsill, hesitating from beneath. It’s been years since you’ve had a proper conversation with him. Wouldn’t it be weird to suddenly leave him a gift like this so suddenly?

You heard a long sigh sound from above, along with the click of his heels against the dark wooden floors of his quarters. Each step came closer and closer to your hiding spot, and everything in you told you to run but your feet stayed glued to the stone pathway.

The thing is though, is that it wasn’t fear that kept you there. Yes, your adrenaline was high and your heart was beating like crazy, but you were curious. 

What would happen if he caught you here? 

*Pop*

Would the two of your finally have a conversation?

You could hear the wine bottle he had in his hands. Gulping it down and letting go with a long, stressed sigh. 

“I shouldn’t be here,” you thought to yourself, noticing the small strands of navy blue hair shining against the moon above. You pushed your hopes away. Why make up those delusions when they’ve never been fulfilled before?

You could hear him hum a tune to accompany the wind’s soft howls. Your adrenaline calmed with each second you heard him until it disappeared out of nowhere, just like the few strands of hair that was floating above.

Now was your chance.

You quickly made your way of there, leaving only a single petal of the Calla Lily flower crown in your place underneath the Cavalry Captain’s windowsill.

[foggystarrs]

Hello there. If you don't have too much on your plate, would it be okay to see a sequel of Roxanne's and Chica's snoot-boop fun? It's completely fine if not :)

Hi hi! I’m soooo sorry for the late response, I’ve been super busy since uni started up again this week. But I finally managed to write this, so I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Roxanne & Chica

Scenario: Takes place just before the events of SB take place, could also be seen as during the events. The time is not exactly specified.

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Roxanne found herself confused.

Every single night, Chica would come into her room.

Every single night, she would sit next to Roxy.

And every single night, she would boop her nose, giggling to herself as she did so.

She didn’t understand what the other’s fascination with it was. She didn’t understand why she had to boop her nose every chance she got.

She didn’t understand why she didn’t just push Chica away.

She was annoyed, sure, but she wasn’t as annoyed as she should’ve been and that confused her.

Because having Chica’s undivided attention like this was… nice. And admitting that to herself left her with even more questions.

Roxanne even found herself growing excited whenever nighttime approached.

Looking forward to the visits from her chicken counterpart.

So, when Chica failed to show up one night, Roxanne couldn’t help but worry.

‘Good. At least she won’t bother me while I’m fixing up my hair.’

That’s what she told herself anyway. But she knew deep down that she felt the complete opposite.

As she brushed her hair, facing herself in the mirror, she felt herself frown, a trickle of doubt slowly making its way into her brain.

Had Chica grown bored of her?

It’s to be expected, she couldn’t possibly find booping Roxanne’s nose that entertaining in the first place.

But then, did that mean Chica would stop visiting her at night all together?

The thought made her stomach churn confusingly. A stream of negative emotions swelling in her chest.

Frustrated, Roxanne roughly put the brush back in her vanity, before the sound of the door opening caught her attention.

“Chica, you’re-“ She eagerly looked toward the door before her expression deflated.

“Freddy, get out of my room!” She said, a deep frown on her face as she saw the bear awkwardly standing in the doorway.

“Oh… I am sorry. I was just told to inform everyone that Chica is currently in parts and service.”

Roxanne stood up at that, eyes alert, a sudden worry overtaking her.

“Wait, why?”

“There was… an accident. I am unsure of what exactly happened but-“ Roxanne immediately pushed past him, Freddy stumbling slightly in surprise as he watched her go.

“Where are you going? We are not permitted outside of our rooms-“ He called after her frantically, his voice growing farther away the more she walked.

“Parts and service.” She said simply, door closing behind her as she made her way toward the place.

~~~

Chica’s systems sprang to life, the first thing she could feel was an absurd amount of pain where her beak would usually be.

She went to yell out in pain, but nothing came out.

It was as if her whole entire voice box had been ripped out.

She looked around, noticing the uncomfortable metal table she was laying on.

Parts and service.

So, that must mean the nice staff member that was meant to fix her was somewhere around here right?

She looked around the room only to find it empty.

Her spark of hope slowly dying as time passed.

She struggled against the metal restraints, not once budging before ultimately giving up.

She was upset. If she could sigh she probably would’ve and if she could cry she probably would’ve as well, due to the amount of pain she was currently in.

Eyes downcast and sad, she looked at nowhere in particular.

Suddenly, the door slammed open.

“CHICA!”

She jumped at the sudden sound, eyes landing on Roxy, who was now running toward her looking extremely worried.

She approached the door of the cylinder, and when she saw it didn’t budge she growled, before going over to the old computer next to it and pressing a few buttons.

The metal straps on Chica’s wrists came loose and the door opened, Chica sitting up as Roxy ran toward her.

Clawed hands grabbed her face with such a delicate touch, Chica found herself almost melting.

“What happened?” She had asked, moving Chica’s face in order to check the damage that had been done.

Chica tried to answer her, but all that came out were strained sounds of metal, Chica’s eyes becoming more pained at the feeling.

Roxanne winced, before gently letting go of her so that Chica could look at her properly.

“Nevermind, I’ll just wait for you to tell me when you get fixed. Does it hurt?”

Chica nodded, expression still pained.

Roxanne looked restless, looking around the room.

“I uh- I saw the employee walk into the endoskeleton storage unit nearby, they probably went to look for a new voice box and beak.”

She sounded nervous and extremely worried, which was very unlike her. It caused Chica to tilt her head.

Gently, she grasped the other’s hand in hers, causing Roxy to look at her.

She squeezed in a way that said ‘I’ll be okay. Don’t worry!’. She hoped Roxy got the message, but with the way she relaxed, Chica thought she did.

Roxanne sat next to her, complaining about how uncomfortable the metal table was, hand still clasped gently in hers.

It caused Chica to smile, or at least she would’ve if she still had a beak.

The pain coming back in waves as her expression became pained once more.

Roxanne looked at Chica, worried once more, trying her best to come up with something to at least distract her from the pain while the employee found what they needed.

And just like that, Roxy had an idea. ears lowering as embarrassment filled her.

She sighed, catching Chica’s attention.

“Chica, do you wanna… boop my nose again?” Roxanne offered, voice full of nothing but embarrassment and a hint of annoyance in her tone.

But she knew she had done the right thing when she saw Chica’s whole body light up.

The other clapped her hands eagerly, leaning closer toward the other, and eagerly bringing her hand up.

It hovered just above Roxy’s nose, looking once more at the other’s expression for final confirmation.

When she saw the other’s expression remain the same, with no sign of having changed her mind, Chica eagerly tapped the other’s nose.

Roxanne was amazed that even without a voice, she could hear Chica’s little ‘boop!’ just by her body language alone and the way her eyes squinted in delight.

Chica saw Roxanne’s nose expand, a clicking noise being heard before it gently fell back into its original position.

She saw Chica’s body doubling over in laughter, hands going up to where her mouth would be as her body shook silently in small giggles.


Roxanne rolled her eyes at the sight, but couldn’t help but smile.

Once her giggles had died down, Chica leaned in again, gently booping Roxanne’s nose.


This time it was Roxy that said the famous “boop!” a small smile on her face as she heard her nose click out of place once more.

Chica booped it again, watching the nose extend outwards once more.

And booped once more, Roxanne’s nose once again growing in size like it had done the other day back when it had almost reached her vanity mirror.

Chica giggled in delight again, she booped Roxy’s nose a final time, eyes gleaming as the nose grew in size before gently clicking back into its original spot after some time of being left alone.

Roxanne sighed, rolling her eyes but smiling fondly at the clapping and happy expression on the other’s face, having completely forgotten about the pain.

Before she knew it, Chica had launched herself at her, engulfing her in a tight hug.

A thank you.

Roxanne slowly hugged her back, ignoring the fact that her tail was most definitely wagging and the fact that she felt warm and joy bubble up in her chest at the contact.

They stayed like that for a little while before they both heard the door open, letting go from their hug almost reluctantly to look at the source of the sound.

“Oh!”

Came the surprised voice from the parts and service employee, who had a black shiny voice box in one hand and an orange beak in the other.

Roxanne quickly got up from her spot next to Chica, trying her best to hide her embarrassment as she muttered something along the lines of needing to finish brushing her hair, before she walked out, leaving the slightly stunned and confused employee and waving at Chica one last time once she got to the door with her symbol on it. One which would lead to an elevator up to her room.

Chica continued looking in her direction long after she had gone, a jumble of feelings on her chest, but all of them were positive and warm.

This whole interaction had left her jittery.

Feeling so so happy about the fact that Roxy Poxy cared enough to check up on lil’ old her! Even going out of her way to cheer her up!

She wondered if that meant Roxy had enjoyed their nightly visits…

Well, they most definitely would not be stopping anytime soon, that’s for sure!

It was only when the employee entered the cylinder, ushering Chica to lay down once more that she was snapped out of her lovely thoughts.

Tonight had turned out to be really great after all!

~~~

And that’s it for this little piece!

I actually have an idea for a final part on this little series so let me know if ya’ll would be interested in that!!

Thanks for reading~!

[galacticsavage-blog]

Boops For Thought

Imagine me, diving into the colorful chaos of Tumblr, where thoughts and dreams collide in the most beautiful mess. And then, out of nowhere, comes a boop! A notification pops up, a stranger reaching out through the vast digital wilderness to say, "Hey, I see you there!" It's like being tagged in a universal game of tag, but instead of running away, it brings a smile to my face.

These boops, my dear, are tiny beams of sunlight breaking through the canopy of anonymity that often shrouds our online wanderings. They're playful nudges that whisper, "You're not alone in this jungle of thoughts." It's funny how these small interactions, these virtual high-fives, can turn a regular scroll-through into an adventure, making me feel like a part of something bigger, a community of secret handshakes and inside jokes.

Each boop is a story untold, a friendship not yet blossomed, or perhaps just a random act of kindness, reminding us of the joy in unexpected connections. It's like finding a note in a bottle on a digital shore, a reminder that the world is full of surprises and hidden smiles.

So here's the deal—I want to bring this boop philosophy into our world. Let's make our days brighter with little acts of silliness and affection. Imagine booping through life, tapping into the simple joys and spreading a bit of laughter along the way. Who knows? Maybe we'll start a boop revolution, turning mundane moments into treasures of joy and connection.

Consider this letter your official boop from me to you, a nudge that crosses miles and screens to land right in your hands. It's a reminder that in this vast and sometimes overwhelming world, there's always room for a little playfulness and a lot of love.

Booping you with all the giggles and grins!

[sneezelover76]

I have recently learned that noses share the same erectile tissue as penises and clitorises, and at first I was pretty doubtful about it until I noticed that whenever I would get aroused, my nose would get warm and feel dry.

This also made me think of a scenario. Character A has a cold, B has the kink. B hasn't told A about the kink yet and is just taking care of A while silently obsessing at how cute their partner is right now.

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"Thanks for the tissues."

B, sitting on the disheveled blankets, handed A their life saving tissues. A's face was flushed, and their nose was running.

"Try not to touch my hands, ok?" Since A had used up all the tissues that were in the room, B had to look to find more, but it took a while, so A had to resort to using their hands to wipe the mess that was leaking from their nose. Snot covered A's hands, and large wet spots covered A's sleeves.

B wished they were those hands.

"Not a problem. That's the last box, so I'll have to go to the store to get more. Need anything else while I'm gone?"

A blowed, and B could hear every bit of mucous that was stuck in A's nose, it squelched, and squished as A moved their nose around in the tissue. A's sneezes have always been wet and big, but B noticed that they were messier when A got sick, which was excellent for B. B loved A, and this was just another reason why A was so perfect.

"Ugh... nothing that I c-can-can t-thi-Heh-HAAASCHOO! HUUUSCHOO! ehhHHHH-EHHHSHIEWW!" A sneezed so unexpectedly, that there was no time to cover, and spray got all over B's arm and half of their face.

B gasped, frozen in surprise.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, B. Those just came out of nowhere!" apologized A, now with a stuffed up voice. "At least when you get sick, which you will, I'll be able to take care of you, you know, to return the favor."

B was concentrating on not kissing A right at this moment, and didn't even hear the apology. They had always daydreamed about getting sneezed on and imagined what it would feel like. It felt amazing, feeling those contagious droplets hit their skin. B tightened their thighs, and tried to even their breathing.

B caught a glimpse of A's nose before they covered it with their tissue. The rims of A's beautiful nose was shiny, wet with snot and mucous. The nostrils flared slightly with every sniff that A made. Even with a new box of tissues, A, out of habit, wiped their nose with their right hand and grabbed a tissue with the other. Gently covering their nose with care, A blew their nose, making the tissue soaked in seconds. Contagious, cold-filled snot filled up the tissue and it wasn't long before A had to grab another dry one. B almost started drooling at the sight, and stared as A blew their nose once again.

"You good?"

"........H-Huh?"

"Are you good? You were staring at me for a while there."

"Wha?.....I.....Oh! Oh, sorry about that." B blinked, breaking their aroused trance.

"Well, I'm gonna wash my hands, they're like, really gross right now."

After washing their hands, A slowly walked back into their bedroom to find B putting all their used tissues, that were crumbled and spread on the bed, into a wastebasket and saw that the bed was neatly made.

"You're back soon. While you were gone, I just cleaned up a little."

"Thanks. How long did you think I was gonna be gone. All I had to do was wash my hands?" A shared a little smile and lightly booped B's nose. B laughed and waved A's hand away from their face.

"I thought it would take at least an hour with how slow you're walking." A's expression turned serious, and B stopped laughing as the mood suddenly changed.

"What's wrong?"

"Your nose felt kind of warm."

"My nose?"

"Yeah, it's usually cool to the touch. I hope you're not getting sick already because of me." A felt around B's cheeks and forehead to feel a temperature. "You don't seem to be hot..."

B was touched. A having concern for them, even though they were the one that was sick.

"I'm fine."

"But your nose feels warm." A began to lightly touch B's nose curiously, and B started to chuckle looking at how A was taking their nose so seriously like this.

"C'mon, I'm fine. When I catch your cold, I'll let you know, ok? Now get into bed so that I can go to the store to get more tissues."

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I guess later in this relationship when B is brave enough to tell A about their kink or maybe even before that, A could figure out that B's nose gets warm when they are aroused.

[spookygayferret]

Things I like about Cohost so far, after having used it several months

So first of all, I've been trying to find another place to go that isn't Tumblr (Pillowfort is always an option of course), I actually made a Cohost account months ago during another big "Tumblr might actually choke to death for real this time" scare. And in light of all the bigotry going around (particularly from the staff), I've been thinking about making Cohost my permanent main social media platform. I like my Tumblr mutuals, but that's...honestly about it? Like the only thing keeping me here at this point is the community I've curated and I'm sure it's the same for most people. Yeah, I enjoyed the boops as much as everyone else, but it hardly makes up for Tumblr being a shit platform.

So here's what I like about Cohost so far:

It feels like a cross between Tumblr and Twitter, except with a lot of the bad parts stripped out? There's no algorithm, not even a For You page, it's literally all just pages and tags you follow. Completely curated experience.

There's no app, but the website actually works well on mobile! And there are options for installing it as a shortcut/webapp on mobile, if that's important.

They actually allow NSFW stuff, you just need to put a content warning on it.

No pornbots, at least not that I've seen.

I haven't run across a single racist shithead, TERF, or right-wing dipshit. Not yet anyway. I'm aware that Cohost isn't perfect, it has it's problems and it's not like bigots don't exist on there, but it's nowhere near Tumblr or Twitter (again, far as I've seen).

No AI bullshit.

The OFMD tag is basically completely dead at the moment, not a lot of gay pirate fans on Cohost. Same for Good Omens and What We Do in the Shadows. But with your help--!

Other than that, I don't have a lot of complaints about Cohost. I know some people do and that's fucking fine, there is no such thing as "good" social media anyway (fight me on this, idc) and in an ideal world we'd all have our own personal websites without a big corporation staffed by racist queerphobic asshats looming over our heads. But as far as social media goes, Cohost is the better option among what we've been offered.