#thou shall be booped

[robotclownindulgence]

[artymcartist]

Booped for clingyshipping content 🩵🩷

boop and thou shall receive

I will always oblige for clingyshipping

[hazelkjt]

HOW DID YOU DO THE EVIL BOOP????

And the Lord spake, saying, ''First shalt thou take out the Boop Button. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then presseth thou thy Boop Button towards thy mutual, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it." -Monty Python and the Holy Boop

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Random Number Generator Drabble: Eddie Munson + #137

Prompt: "Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting."

Prompt List

You and Eddie were supposed to be studying. You both were getting ready for finals. You for college and Eddie for his, hopefully, last year in high school.

It was a nice day so you two decided to study out on the picnic tables in the trailer park.

You're writing down the parts of a cell when you feel eyes on you. You look up, catching Eddie's dark brown eyes, "You're supposed to be studying, Eds."

"I can't," he replies.

You snort, "Can't or won't?"

He licks his lips and grins, "Listen, sweets, you're distracting."

You chuckle, "I'm distracting?!"

He nods, "Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting. How can I focus on the wise words of Shakespeare when I'd rather just stare at you instead?" he props his elbows on the table and rests his head in his hands.

You roll your eyes, "Eddie, come on."

Your boyfriend proceeds to stand on the picnic bench, setting one foot onto the table top, "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.," he bends down and boops your nose, "Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date."

He hops down with a proud grin as you slowly clap, "Well done. But as I recall, you need to memorize Romeo's soliloquy. Not Sonnet 18."

He pouts at you, "Sweets, I'm trying to be romantic!"

"You can be romantic after you pass your English final."

He groans, "We've been studying for hours!"

"It's been half an hour."

"Close enough!"

He crawls over the table to sit next to you, "Take a break. Let's makeout for a little bit..." he kisses your shoulder and wraps his arms around you.

You sigh, "Fine. We'll take a break."

"Yes!" he cheers as he practically picks you up to sit you on his lap, his lips immediately on yours.

[tanoraqui]

Be he foe or friend, be she foul or clean, brood of Anti or bright Staff, Elda or Maia or Aftercomer, Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth, neither law, nor love, nor league of swords, dread nor danger, not Blocking itself, shall defend him from Fëanor, and Fëanor's kin, whoso liketh or rebloggeth, or in file saveth, finding shareth or afar queueth a Silmaril. This swear we all: boops we will deal them ere Day's ending, booping unto world's end! Our word hear thou, David Karp Allfather! To the everlasting Cancellation doom us if our deed faileth. On the holy mountain hear in witness and our vow remember, Manwë and Varda!

[deafsignifcantother]

candlelight

♥ summary: you wake up without zestial by your side so you force him back to bed fr

♥ relationships: zestial x deaf, short g/n reader

♥ word count: 1.1k

♥ notes: for @jezz343434 !!!! ty for requesting omg!!! i have a height comparison website for all my oc's and most hazbin characters so it was easy to beep boop the height and yeah you'd be to zestial's pelvis LOLZ, also i had to rewrite some lines like 3 times bc i kept mispelling sandalwood as sandlewood bye

Hell's sky never penetrates Zestial's thick, wool curtains. When you open your eyes and see a small yellow hue, it's a sign that Zestial has awakened before you. He lit a candle.

The room is saturated with the scent of sandalwood, and when you turn your head, the candle's whisk is dancing in the gustless air. You rub your eyes and sit up, feeling the absence of warmth in the space beside you. Good morning to you, too.

You slip out of bed and walk across the carpet towards the barely visible door, reaching for the doorknob. Lord knows how loud it must creek as you push it open. The hallway is even darker. The chandeliers on the ceiling and the full candlesticks can only be turned on by his command. Zestial's wooden floor is unmoving; he's not walking around anywhere.

You knock on the wall.

After your three rhythmic knocks, you place the palm of your hand against the surface. Silence passes before your palm feels the reverence of three knocks further down.

You smile, walking forward, keeping your hand against the wallpaper.

There's nothing to smell, nothing to see, and certainly nothing to hear. All you have is your feet on the floor and your stable hand. Even the pounding of your heart is missing. Where another poor soul would find misery, you find comfort. Zestial's beautiful, gothic home is liberating even in the darkness.

Another distant series of knocks comes from the end of the hallway. You push your palm closer as if, by sheer will, it would pull him near. But a pair of footsteps from the opposite direction makes you hum. You distance yourself from the wall.

Behind, a hand comes into contact with your shoulder. Zestial expects you to jump, gasp, or scream; he hopes the shock will scare you. When you turn around, he is greeted with a kind smile.

His series of eyes glow once they find your gaze. Within a second, the lights shine all at once. You squeeze your eyes shut to hide your vision from the glare. When you open them again, he's standing closer, having a delighted smile on his face.

"Hark, thou still do not think I am horrid?"

You shake your head, biting your cheek to suppress a yawn. "Were you trying to scare me? You'll never be scary to me."

His smile widens. His hat dips when he lowers his head in a slight bow of respect. "Never is a long time."

You must tilt your head to look at him whenever he comes this close to you. You stand only around his lower stomach, and therefore consistently winning the title of the tiniest demon he's ever held in high regard. Every day he fights the urge to swallow you whole in the darkness of his might.

You tilt your head. "I would have woken up with you."

"My apologies, dearest. I merely thought I'd let thou rest." His hand goes to your head, his palm large enough to cover it, and he holds it there before returning his touch to your back. With one hand, he leads you in the direction in which he came. "We shall return to the chambers together. Thou art tired."

When you try to rebut, he waves a finger at you. "And there's no use in grousing."

Your feet can hardly keep up with his, but he keeps his hand steady, fingertips barely reaching your shoulder blades. He always lets you sleep in, and you want to join his routine. The bed you two share is only occupied by both parties in the latest hours of the night. He goes to sleep late, and he wakes up early. He tells you that your sleep is more beneficial whenever you try and follow suit.

The bedroom door is a lot lighter than you remember. He lets you open it, step inside, and he keeps his eyes on you even when you pause.

"Will you stay at least?"

"Stay?"

He stands in the doorway of his bedroom, his mouth shut in a closed-lip smile. You turn your body to face him altogether. He can see you perfectly when all the lights are on.

His room has remnants of you. He used to never allow people into his chambers, certainly not those he hadn't known for centuries. But you're just a little mouse that snuck into his life.

Before he knew it, clothing that wasn't his was in the closet, and cold beverages were on his bedside table, his two bedside tables. Now he has a second.

"Ah..." Zestial says, his hand on his chest for only a second, feeling his own heartbeat. "And what am I supposed to do once thou falls asleep?"

You honestly didn't think that far. You take a second before you answer, and his eyes remain on you, taking in your hesitance. He has to inhale a deep breath to stop his sharp lips from forming a bigger smile.

Your eyes bounce to his. "I can sleep beside you, and you can wake me up when you get bored."

Before giving any sign of agreement, he steps past the barrier into his room and closes the door behind him.

His bed is tremendous, extensive enough to fit dozens of you. His mattress is plush to accommodate his almost weightless physique. He leans back against the bed, legs outside the blanket, before responding. "I have no problem with such a simple task."

You smile, walking to the bed and crawling towards him on your hands and knees before stopping and determining your sleeping position. He lets you think, sitting still and with glowing eyes. His bright gaze drowns out the candle, which flickers beside the bed. You understood that he can find entertainment in simply staring at you. Something about your mannerisms and how you examine the world is fascinating.

You throw your legs over his lap and rest against his bicep. Before you can settle, he scoops you in his arms and holds you against his chest, cradling you as he sinks back into the bed, the last vertebra in his spine reaching the mattress.

Comforting, you never expected Zestial to be so comforting.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, his attention granted when you look up at him. "Don't be afraid to wake me up, okay?"

A hand releases your legs. "Of course, little one. I'll wake thou when the time comes. Rest now."

His gentle fingers hold your head and pull you into his chest, where deep rumbling emits as he hums. You close your eyes and spend a second valuing how remarkable he feels. He pampers your body with his nails, following your breaths, making you aware of each exhale until your mind can drift away.

The lights fade, and the sandalwood candle diminishes before extinguishing completely.

[hana-no-seiiki]

˗ˏˋ HEAVEN’S GATE ´ˎ˗

❝ Open your mind to what I shall disclose, and hold it fast within you; he who hears, but does not hold what he has heard, learns nothing. ❞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Your god has descended.

Greetings. I am Yun. I’m a deity and a part-time fanfic writ'r and artist. I’ve did enjoy yand're w'rks and has't at each moment did want to delve into tumblr since i bethink t fits mine own m're impulsive - nev'r - finishes - an - entire - booketh type of writing style

[ TRANS: Greetings. I am Yun. I’m a deity and a part-time fanfic writer and artist. I enjoy Yandere works and have always wanted to delve into Tumblr since I think it fits my more impulsive - never - finishes - an - entire - book type of writing style. ]

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Your god has ascended back into the heavens.

— quotes from Dante’s Divine Comedy (Paradiso)

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[asp3n4ever]

Boops u

Runs away skipping

yeeeee :DD

I would boop back but thou hath ran so thy can’t. I shall boop back anyway >:3

[zombolouge]

A boop thou give me. A boop and yes, as well a like.

What am I to make of this boon, dear moot? For thou hast boop'd me, and thou has liked me, and so verily thou has seen the reblog button. Thou must have seen it, for it lay so close to those thou have so sweetly pressed.

What am I, in receiving this blessing of boop, to feel within my breast when the post, plain before the eyes of thee, remains unrequited in its singularly blogged state?

Is my post not enough for thee, boy?

Thou does look, thou does boop, thou does like, and yet contempt is all that I receive.

For it remains upon my dash. and upon my dash

alone.

Pity to me. Pity to thee. For our mutual status is such diminished, my heart broken into pieces that are mine alone to boop.

Yet still, the boop I return unto thee is of love, of sincerity, for there is no boop that can be granted in enmity. Within the boop can only be found love, and so even in this moment of spurned solitude, I open my heart. I pour such grace and such genuine peace upon the paw which presses to thine brow, beans set forth with such sweet intent.

I gift a boop again to thee.

We shall boop, boy, and we shall super boop in turn, and in the quiet of night we will yearn for all that such a simple boop could never be.

[gremlin-boah]

TIS ONLY 30 MINUTES (in my time at least) UNTIL THE BOOPS CEASE. THOU SHALL TURN ON BOOPS BECAUSE THOU DESERVES BOOPS!!!

I have been betrayed by my own device , Alas I can not enable it. (for some fucking reason >:I )

Maybe... I do not deserve thy boops.

[chancetried]

THOU ART DARE TO BOOP THEE THOU SHALL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES (help i dont know what im saying)

this isnt booping this is bombing STAWP POOKIE 💅😭😭

[asherloki]

7 and 15 for Sherlock and reader. From the grumpy sunshine affectionate list pretty please 🥺

His summer girl

Sherlock x reader

Word count:- 1261

Fluff

Prompt list, and many others I find endearing!

"Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.." So on I read as I held my book of Shakespeare's sonnets in front of me. Sonnet 18 is indeed my most favourite. The first time I read it when I was in school, then I read it again for college and then to my delight, there's nothing brighter than a soothing summer's day and if your lover brings such brightness to you, you're indeed lucky. As for my dearest lover, the detective, rather the cold detective as people say sat with me. He held me closer to him with an arm, and as soon as I started reading he put his phone down, shifting his full attention towards me and my reading.

"and summer.." I continued reading until his heavy, beautiful voice continued with me,

"And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines.."

We read the lines together.

"you're prettier than a summer's day" interrupted Mr Sherlock Holmes, wrapping another arm around my waist as we both sat in his chair. Snuggling closer.

"someone's not paying attention to my reading, isnt my voice appealing anymore?" I replied. He, having such a voice himself has often loved poems when I read them even more.

"ofcourse. it's still beautiful, your voice will never cease to be amusing to me, at the least your reading." He answered. Our flat is calm at the moment, no client, no shouting at Mrs Hudson and all. Perfect for a poetry session. Sherlock placed his chin on my shoulder from behind, his breathing touching my skin. Just like the sunrays hitting directly at us from the window.

"you're cute, you know that Mr grumpy?" I said booping his nose lightly, when we first met he was this cold distant man, never quite came to talk to me on his own. However, he listened everytime I read or talked, to be more specific talked in metaphors.

"no, not me, you're cute" he said snuggling more. And I didn't object.

"do you remember, four years ago, when Christopher and I broke up? I was talking to my friends and family on my phone when I quoted, "The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!" you stood outside my door and listened and when I turned to you, you were startled, yet you gave a nod and went away".

He chuckled softly, uff his voice, so close to my ear,

"I do, from Jane Austen's sense and sensibility it was, also because I wondered what love actually is as you talked of it in phone" he replied, "I've often stopped playing violin to listen to you, reading loudly, like that one time when inspector Johnson called me a fool, you were sitting in the kitchen. I felt bad for taking long to solve the case, and I muttered, "perhaps I am" you came quickly and quoted, "The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool" from as you like it by Shakespeare and glanced at him. That ... that motivated me, and in two days I solved it."

I nodded, ofcourse I remember it clearly. I smiled at all the memories of us, from quote talking to trust, trust to friendship, and then here, now as lovers. He doesn't ask for much, isn't like other men who are clingy and... may I dare say like some who are lusty too. He's just him. How come I found him?

"how come I found you?" he asked out aloud, "my summer day? my Sunshine? you filled my world with light. Everyone else seemed to have liked me getting hurt emotionally but you..."

I paused realising he's opening up? he doesn't do it much, so I listened without interrupting,

"you... having you, I feel... I." he stuttered, "I love you, walking by you makes life easier and happier" he finally said, holding me tighter. How come I not love this man? I caressed the back of his hand. However after a few seconds I let go off his grip on me, baffling him slightly, just to face him. To look at him, the vulnerable Sherlock Holmes, which is pretty rare. I leaned on my hand, resting my elbow on the top back of his chair.

"See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.

O, that I were a glove upon that hand

That I might touch that cheek!" he quoted shakespeare, caressing my cheek.

"oh" I said, "well hello Romeo". It made him giggle and me as well.

"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more." I replied.

He thought for a moment, perhaps this time I gave him a good move, "and it's from?" he asked.

"oops, was it a bouncer detective?" I teased and got to see him pout, he's adorable at home, "Emma by Austen ".

He hummed and nodded, point one goes to me. He didn't stop, rather started reciting, "And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;"

He continued Shakespeare's sonnet 18. So I, too looked at my book and began reading,

"Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:"

Sherlock held me even closer as he recited next lines looking at me,

"So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this,"

Then I continued with him, reciting my favourite line, "and this gives life to thee".

And we sat in silence, looking into eachother's eyes. The closeness and silence never bothered us. His green eyes gazing at me made me blush and I looked down, smiling softly. Remembering some time has passed perhaps, since we sat like this, so to break the silence I said, "You know what Sherlock" I got up, "I wanna read something casual" saying so I went to look for a contemporary romance novel in our bookshelf when my dearest lover rolled his eyes and said,

"you mean those smutty books, that gives you weird fantasies and you ask me to imitate that in bed?"

I giggled, because that's what I do, I read smuts, get an idea and ask him to do it, "well" I said looking at him, "you don't wanna do it?"

He smiled, shaking his head he replied, "I can't say no to you, can I?"

He too knows how much he likes to have control in bed, and I give him all of that. Was that too private to share? I turned around to choose a book when

I heard his soft footsteps, walking towards me, I turned to him and raised my brows,

"what now detective?"

He said nothing instead came closer and cupped my face, I love it, his big strong hands cupping my cheeks, he leaned to me then said,

"Make me immortal with a kiss"

And his lips met mine. Here, in this flat, the winter man kissed his summer girl. My detective, considered to the cold one met me, the sun girl they say. And the spring that blossomed in our hearts, hope it never fades away.

[heavenlymusickcorporation]

Boop what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Paw

[tea-cake2]

Within the vicinity of thy rectangular light, thou felt evil creeping among thine applications.

War, is it, you want? Then, fine. War thee begs for, then war, thee shall receive.

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I feel severely underestimated

[ithaerielbrenagh]

Those who live by the boop shall die by the boop! And so then; A TEST OF YOUR REFLEXES!

((Apologies in advance friends if your boopable thou shalt be booped!))

[gloww-stone]

thou shalt show no fear in the mighty eyes of the lord . i shall hold my post this is where i make my stand i shall not abandon my post. i am my boop and my boop is me