#pipsqueak >:[

[canisalbus]

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[sour-scree]

INANIMATE INSANITY ANNIVERSARY ART WOOO!!

The real April fool was me who very much underestimated how long this drawing would take me IM SO TIRED RIGHT NOW

Also extra doodle because you know me

[skyscrapergods]

has being fucking Massive and Immortality changed the alicorns’ perspective on regular ponies? I imagine they’d get more condescending and distant and stuff

You are surrounded by flies. If you pause, and look closely, you realize the flies are iridescent, with deeply colorful eyes, and beautiful wings like stained glass. It cannot see the colorful windows of your world, but you can try to describe them. But know that doing so take up the creature's precious time. Years to them is mere hours to you. In a long conversation about the stars, you and the fly share ideas and perspectives. You come away delighted with a new view on constellations and what they mean to the common folk.

The fly comes away dazzled, haunted, and halfway to the grave. What was to you a wonderful conversation was years of study, communion, and dedication on the part of the small creature. He gave up any other pursuits, he constructed his life around this cause. He lost his friends, family, and home. You lost your lunch break.

You love this creature. You love the small being that you once were. You want to talk to him again. You want to tell him of the stars, of dreams... but to speak with him twice, at least meaningfully, would take from him the rest of his life. Could you demand that from him for the sake of your own curiosity? Years passed for him already. In the time it took you to draw a breath, his childhood ended. Do you summon him again? Or do you let him go to live his life, what's left of it?

It is painful for everyone. It hurts something in your chest, it breaks the heart of a god. It wounds his family to watch him leave them behind for the sake of what? A mere whim? He had ambitions! He had a story! It's all gone now. Rewritten for your musings.

You leave him. He cries for you but he needs not a goddess. He needs to live, to turn from the sky to his fellow bugs.

That's what he is. A fly. A mere insect to you. To hold him down is to pin him through his soft center, and display his corpse as a record of his extinction.

So look away. Forget the color of his eyes, the sound of his voice, and the intelligence that stirred you to pluck him out his world and keep him in yours. There, he would be a wildflower with a cut stem. He would be beautiful, but he is so small, and so quiet. He would be just a decoration on your table; made to dance and sing for your amusement and then tossed out with the rubbish when he breaks.

You miss him. You love him. But he is a crawling worm and you are the rain. There are many others like him, but you must be careful to only speak a few words to each. Or better yet, say nothing at all. Let them fade and mix into a writhing blur without name, stories, or opinions on stars.

You are surrounded by flies.

[holylulusworld]

Pipsqueak & Grumpy

Summary: Logan defends you.

Pairing: Wolverine (Logan Howlett) x Plussized (short) Reader

Warnings: grumpy Wolverine (you know him), sunshine reader, plus-sized reader, bullying/fat-shaming, protective Wolverine

A/N: Please consider that I write for the taller version of Wolverine from the movies, not the comics.

“Slow down, big grump,” you giggle because your boyfriend (or not boyfriend because Logan hates the word) is stomping toward the bookstore. If he hates anything, it’s shopping, but he makes an exception for you. His hold on your hand is light, but it makes your heart flutter. “Logan.”

“What is it, Pipsqueak?” He stops in his tracks, almost making you bump into his back. Logan cocks one brow while looking down at you. “I’m not smoking.”

“I asked you to slow down.” You pout. “My legs are shorter, and you’re so fast.”

“Aw, do you want me to carry you?” Logan grabs your waist, intending to lift you. “I could throw you over my shoulder and carry you around. No problem, sweet Pipsqueak.”

“No!” You playfully swat his chest. “That’s for the bedroom only.” Your eyes narrow as you watch three girls and their boyfriends walk toward you and Logan. They watch you interact and start laughing.

“Man, I wouldn’t try lifting that chubby bumblebee,” one of the boys laughs. “You’ll break your back, or worse.”

Logan dips his head as they step closer. He grits his teeth, already tensing. One more word from the idiots not knowing what they got themselves into, and there will be blood coloring the street. Not Logan’s, though.

“First and final warning,” your boyfriend growls in their direction. “Get the fuck away from me and my girlfriend.” Your heart flutters because Logan called you his girlfriend in front of others; you only wish it wasn’t at that moment.

“GIRLFRIEND?” One of the girls says, scoffing. “You could do so much better. You’re not that old.” The group starts laughing when the boy talking shit calls you a fat, short cow.

Logan growls like the animal he can turn into. He gently cups your face and pecks your temple before he turns on his heels. Logan looks the boys up and down, a dark smirk on his lips.

One of them already steps back, tugging at his girlfriend’s hand.

“So, you think you can come here and talk like that about my girlfriend?” Logan’s voice alone makes the girls whimper. They didn’t expect Logan to look like a feral wolf when he turned around. “I see you need me to tell you how to treat a woman, right.”

“Sir, they didn’t mean to-.” The last boy raises his hands in surrender and walks back. “Uh, I didn’t say a thing.”

“You didn’t say a thing; that’s right.” Wolverine steps even closer. “At least your friends were brave enough to believe they could make fun of my girl. You were just standing next to them, laughing like a hyena. A real man would never allow his friends to do such a shady thing.”

“Sir…” The girl laughing at you squeaks. “But she’s…” She screams in terror when Logan lifts his left arm and slowly slides his claws out. He chuckles darkly when the girl wets her pants. “Nooooo!”

“What will it be, boys?” Logan asks, sliding the claws on his right hand out. “A taste of my claws, or you on your knees begging my beautiful girl for forgiveness.”

He cocks his head, waiting for their answer. The girls run off, while the boys fall to their knees, murmuring apologies.

“I can’t hear you!” Wolverine yells. “Louder! I want everyone to know that you are little boys with small dicks and even smaller brains. You will tell them that you said all this shit because you are not man enough to satisfy a hot-blooded woman like my girlfriend.”

“We are little boys with small dicks and even smaller brains,” the boys say in unison. “We are not man enough to satisfy your hot-blooded woman.”

“Damn right,” Logan huffs. He slides his claws back in, but steps closer to the kneeling boys. “You’ll stay like that for ten more minutes and repeat the words. If,” he says while sliding his claws back out, "you ever say something like that to anyone ever again, I’ll find you and cut your tiny cocks off.”

As fast as he put the group into their place, Logan turned back around, his features softening.

“Now, Pipsqueak, we are going to get the books you wanted,” Logan smirks when you look up at him like he’s your hero (and he truly is in any way).

He grabs your waist, easily lifts you, and throws you over his shoulders, laughing loudly as people stop walking only to stare at the bizarre scene. The boys are still reciting the words, while Logan carries you toward the bookstore, whistling a tune.

“Logan,” you giggle and laugh. “Let me down!”

“Never, Pipsqueak,” he laughs and swats your ass with his hand. “I’d never let you down.”

Part 2

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[molinaesque]

Annoyed/pissed off Raphael moments that tickled me

[pipsqueaks89934]

Yandere Bull Hybrid x Chubby Cow Hybrid Reader

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Background: Your farm was going out of business since the owners of the farm were getting too old to care for it anymore so they decided to give you and a few other hybrids to Serenity Meadows acres, orchards, and farms to live out the rest of your days. Serenity Meadows had a problem of its own called Rainer, he was a bull hybrid and the only bull hybrid that didn't have a mate this is the main reason that Serenity Meadows wanted you at their farm since they were tired of dealing with him and they think that if he has a mate he will be easier to tame.

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They packed me and the other hybrids in a large trailer once we were done packing our stuff.

I don't want to leave!

I looked at the other hybrids and sighed before I started doing a small craft that I brought with me to pass the time. After an hour or so the trailer came to a slow stop and the door slowly opened to reveal a farmer and farm hands.

“Okay, since there are a lot of you,” one of the older and bigger men said while looking at a sheet of paper. “I want you to get in groups based on what hybrid you are so we can lead you to where you are supposed to be!”

Once everybody else got in a group one farm hand went to each group before leading them out of the trailer and to their new home. After watching most of the groups leave I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“You are a special little one,” I turned my head to the left and saw the older man who told everyone to get in groups. “I asked for you specifically since I needed a female cow, I didn't need any more bulls or male cows I just needed a little cow hybrid.”

He must be the owner of the farm.

“Follow me,” he said as he picked up some of my stuff and walked out of the trailer with me following close behind. “Do you want to meet some of the other cows before I take you to your stall?”

“I just want to get unpacked for now,” I whispered as we stopped in front of a barn. “But thank you for the offer.”

“Okay,” he said as he led me into the barn and down the rows of stalls. “All the other bulls and cows are in the fields, orchards, or hanging out around the farm, currently.”

“Thank you for letting me know,” I said while following close behind me. “So are there certain times that we do things?”

“Only for feeding time or when we have an event going on,” he said before stopping in front of an almost empty stall. “Here is where you will be staying, I hope that you will come to call this place your home soon.”

After he said that he gently put my stuff down on the ground and left me with a wave of his hand and a smile. I wrapped my arms around myself before I started to cry.

I want to go home to my family!

I put my stuff in my stall but I didn't unpack anything I just took my blanket and pillow so I could wrap myself in something that felt like my old home. After a long time of crying, I ended up falling asleep.

RAINER POV

“So what's this about new hybrids coming to our farm?” I asked while walking up to one of my friends.

“One of the farms nearby is closing down so they are sending some of their hybrids here,” he said while picking an apple from one of the trees. “But only certain ones that the farm needs.”

“What does that mean?” I asked while looking at him confused.

“I heard that the farm is getting a new heifer,” he said while smiling at me and nudging my arm with his elbow. “I also heard she's going to be your mate!”

“What?” I asked as I looked at him with disbelief.

Great, just what I need, another ugly heifer that I’m going to have to scare or threaten!

“Yeah,” he said before taking a bite of his apple.“Do you want to try and get a sneak peek of her before you get introduced?”

“Sure,” I grumbled as I crossed my arms. “Might as well see what I will have to reject!”

“Don't be that way,” my friend said as we started walking to where the trailers normally drop things off. “She might be cute and nice!”

“I don't want a mate,” I said as we arrived at the loading and drop-off space only to see most of the hybrids leaving a trailer. “I don't want to be bound forever with some random heifer!”

“Who knows she might be nice?” he said while we kept looking for the new cow hybrid.

I rolled my eyes before turning my attention back to the trailer where the hybrids were when I saw the farmer come out with a cute little heifer following not too far behind him.

That's going to be my mate?

“I'm going to follow them!” I said before getting up and following not too far behind them.

“Alright, have fun!” my friend yelled after me as he went back to the apple orchard.

I was about 1-2 minutes behind them so they didn't think anyone was following them. Once they went inside the barn I decided to wait outside the barn doors until the farmer left so I could go inside and meet my mate without anyone (but my friend) knowing. After the farmer left I snuck inside and headed toward the back of the barn since that's where most of the empty stalls are located but when I got closer to them I heard someone crying.

Why is my little mate crying? Maybe I should come back later when she's feeling better.

Y/N POV

"Is that her?" I heard someone ask in my sleep.

"I'm not going to lie, but I feel SO bad for her!" another person said.

"Right, imagine having to his mate!" a new voice said.

"Anyone would feel bad!" the second person talked again.

"I think she's too small for him!" the third person let out in a whisper but I still heard her.

"Shh, she's waking up!" the first person shushed the others as my eyes fluttered open.

I woke up to the sound of multiple people talking and walking around. Once I opened my eyes, I took a look around before slowly sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

Where am I?

Then everything hit me like a punch, the move, the new farm, and leaving my family.

I forgot I moved farms!

I looked at the stall door and saw some female hybrids looking at me with shocked and interested expressions in their eyes.

Are they the people that I heard talking?

"Hi, my name is Christal, this is Polly and Mishell,” the first girl said while introducing herself and the other girls. “What's your name?"

Yup, it's them alright!

"Y/n…" I said quietly while looking at my feet.

"That's a pretty name,” Christal said as she smiled at me. “The farmer wanted me to come get you for feeding time."

“Oh, so you're going to be his mate?" Mishell asked under her breath.

"Uh, I'm sorry, what?" I asked her while looking at her confused.

"You don't know?" she asked me with a shocked look in her eyes.

"She just woke up and is probably hungry,” Christal said while helping me to my feet and leading me out of the barn and to the mess hall. “We shouldn't bother her with that when she doesn't even know him yet.”

“HEY, YOU TWO STOP RIGHT NOW!” We all heard someone yell from the mess hall.

We all ran to where we heard the yelling, and when we got to the mess hall, we saw two bull hybrids being held back from each other but still trying to fight.

"For someone who just got a mate,” Mishell started while she looked at her nails. “You think he would calm down a bit!”

"Maybe that's the reason why he's trying to start a fight,” Polly said while looking at Mishell with her hands behind her back. “Maybe he’s unhappy?”

"What do you mean by that?” Christal asked while looking at her friends with a glare.

“Maybe he doesn't want her as a mate!” Polly explained while looking at her with a deadpan look.

“That’s nonsense!” Christal scoffed while crossing her arms.

Once everything settled down we got food and sat down in a space on one of the large benches so we could eat. After a few minutes, some of the bull hybrids sat down in front of us and began talking to the girls while I looked down at my food.

“What’s your name, new girl?” one of the bulls asked while pointing his fork at me.

“Y/n…” I whispered as I continued to eat my food.

“So you’re Rainer’s mate,” he said as he looked at the guy sitting beside him with a smirk before nudging the other bull's side with his elbow. “She’s a pretty one Rain!”

THAT’S RAINER?

I looked at Rainer with utter shock since I had never expected someone like him to be my mate.

This is going to be a rough life, I can already tell.

[xamaxenta]

Aces flight instincts kicking in when i finally get the guts to tell him hes my lil meowmeow babygirl supreme

[undead-knick-knack]

POV: You have to choose a multi-class teenage adventurer

[marmosetpaw]

[w-j-afton]

Sir? The pipes under the sink are leaking again.. I don’t really trust myself to be able to fix it without making it worse.

-@pipsqueak-bee

I'll take a look at it.

[woso-dreamzzz]

daan and ellie getting called into the principle’s office because pipsqueak got into a fight with another kid because they said ellie isn’t pipsqueak’s really mum

daan’s scolding pipsqueak in dutch and ellie’s sat there checking over pipsqueak for injuries

ellie: “I think pipsqueak deserves some ice cream”

daan: “what? ellie no, we shouldn’t reward this behaviour”

ellie grabs pipsqueak’s hand and they’re already out the door

ellie whispering to pipsqueak: “you can have two scoops”

Ellie has no problem rewarding Pipsqueak's behaviour.

She's the one that taught Pipsqueak how to punch

[canisalbus]

machete asks this of vasco because secretly, he is a were-worm

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[sour-scree]

stupid idiot posts Halloween art two whole weeks after Halloween 💔

it’s alright I’m really super attached to these guys right now I’ll probably draw them year round anyway

I think this will be an au I love these guys so much, they don’t have any lore yet though they’re just guys but I’m very open to ideas ‼️

[heyjudeart]

[holylulusworld]

Pipsqueak & Grumpy (2) - Flufftober 18

Summary: Logan and you. A match made in...

Pairing: Wolverine (Logan Howlett) x Plussized (short) Reader

Warnings: grumpy Wolverine (you know him), sunshine reader, plus-sized reader, flirty Wolverine, implied smut

A/N: Please consider that I write for the taller version of Wolverine from the movies, not the comics.

Catch up here: Pipsqueak & Grumpy

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

You whine and tug at Logan’s wrist. “You promised that you'd try to have more fun and to be open for suggestions. No more grumpy face for today.”

“I promised to leave the mansion more often. I did not agree on sitting at a café and sipping tea like a grandfather,” he grumbles under his breath while staring at the tiny cups they serve at your favorite café.

“I hate to break it for you, but—” you giggle and pat his thigh. “You are a grandfather, baby. You’re older than the professor. Not that I’d mind, Wolvie.”

“What? I—” He growls low in his throat. “If we weren’t in public, I’d bend you over my knee and slap your ass until you’d beg me to stop.”

“Aw, I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” you run your hand over his thigh. “You’re manly and have lots of experience in life. I like it when you talk about the past.”

“The parts I remember,” he huffs and glares at the tiny cup again. “Why do they only have tiny cups? The cup looks like my hand is about to eat it.”

You giggle again. Logan can be funny if he wants to. “That was funny! See, you made your first joke of the day.”

“Pipsqueak, I wasn’t joking,” Logan grumbles. He hates the tiny cups and the fancy atmosphere. Your boyfriend (or not boyfriend because he still hates to put a label on your relationship) likes the simple things in life. “These cups are tiny. No one can even hold them.”

“I can,” you pout and look at the cup in your hand. “See!” You lift the cup, making Logan chuckle.

“Of course, you can hold it,” he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “Because you’re my cute little pipsqueak.”

“Hey, I’m not that small,” you bite back before sipping at your cup. “It’s not my fault everyone else is taller than I.”

Logan smirks that irresistible smirk he reserves only for you. He looks you up and down and hums. “I can’t deny; I love that you’re my tiny pipsqueak. I can just carry you around and pin you to the mattress.”

“Logan,” you tut, and look around the café. “Not so loud. What will people think if you say things like that?”

“They will know,” he whispers in your ear, “that I love to do unspeakable things to you anytime and anywhere, pipsqueak. They’d love to hear that I make you scream my name all the time.”

You feel the heat creep into your cheeks. “Logan,” you murmur his name. The last thing you want is for anyone to know you turn into a babbling mess for your boyfriend.

“Sorry,” he flashes you a smile and cups your face. “You’re just too cute when flustered, Y/N.” Logan presses a quick on your lips, smirking when you eagerly kiss him back. “My sweet pipsqueak still gets all hot and bothered when I talk dirty to her.”

“Logan!”

Logan moves his hand to your thigh, squeezing hard. “You wanted me to have more fun, didn’t you?” He purrs your name while moving his hand between your legs. “How about we pay for the tea and have some fun in the backseat of my truck?”

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[a-spacecadet]

GANDHI IS FREE FROM THE FREEZER!!!!!

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