thunder-point

[thunder-point]

Update I watched the first episode. Giggled like a dummy throughout it. Very cute start.

Guys if you can believe, I never watched cherry magic. Ever. I want to give it a chance. But I see that I can't watch it on youtube. 😔

[thunder-point]

Omega Phum sleeping in Peem's bed during a group sleepover and nobody dares join him because he STINKS (affectionate).

(heady empty just thinking of Phum being comfortable in his own skin and his own scent and how sometimes his very VERY expressive scent sometimes gets positively obscene because of Peem, and Peem is NOT dealing well.)

I have it mapped perfectly in my head from letting it marinate, dear Alan.

So here it is:

Peem and his friends are, as usual, in Peem's backyard drinking and having fun playing silly games. But Tan keeps yawning every five minutes, eyes bleary and slow-blinking. Words partially slurred. His exhaustion is even more obvious because he's not whining about Fang not being here anymore.

"Told you," Peem laughs, regarding his friend mirtfully. "Just go into my room and take a nap, Tan. For real. We won't stay for much longer either."

What Peem doesn't expect is for Tan to flush, ears catching flames just like his cheeks. The Omega gives him a sheepish look and shakes his head. "What?" Peem's brow furrows. "Why? You didn't have a problem with my bed yesterday, you asshole. I changed the sheets this morning!"

"That's not it," Tan mumbles, and starts fidgeting of all things. "Look, Phum is there. Okay?" "Okay? I know. I sent him to sleep earlier. He couldn't even walk straight when he got here. Just go join him." "I can't," Tan grouses. The embarrassment in his scent spikes, as does his frustration. "I tried to earlier, when I went to the bathroom? But-- He like, took his scent blockers off, I think."

Peem's mind blanks for a second. He can't even hear their other friends conversing and laughing around them. "What?" Peem asks weakly. "He-" "He took his scent blockers off," Tan repeats, and this time he gets a knowing glint in his tired eyes. "Your room fucking stinks of him, Peem. I know when I can and can't overstep into a nest, okay? So... yeah. Where are you going-" Tan's words end up in laughter, but Peem is already up and halfway through the big doors of his aunt's cafe. He mumbles a coming right back when Q calls after him in confusion.

He just... can't ignore it. It's not that he's not used to his boyfriend's scent in the open. That's a threshold they passed a long time ago. He's just not used to Phum taking his scent blockers off and not asking Peem to scent him right away. Especially if their friends are over.

Sweet coffee slaps him in the face when he opens his bedroom door. He has to take a second to just breathe, regain his bearings. He cluthes at the doorway and stares at his bed, feeling heat in his entire body. Phum is curled around the buffalo bear plushie he gifted Peem on their first official date, breathing evenly into the faux fur of its horn. Neck bared and unmarked, glistening with sweat. His broad figure looks so small cuddled under Peem's blankets.

Jesus. Peem exhales a silent, nearly hysteric laugh. His boyfriend is sleeping peacefully after a day full of presentations and projects and here is Peem, tweaking just from his scent, fighting the urge to mount and bite right into that untouched scent gland on his neck. He stays in the middle of the room with his head in his hands until he feels like he's not scent-drunk, and then relents the slightest bit.

Peem just means to climb into the bed and curl around Phum. Just that. It's innocent enough, it should satisfy his Alpha enough.

But then Phum stirs as soon as the bed dips under Peem's weight, a drowsy sound escaping his throat. He slaps his lips together, eyes barely open, and turns towards Peem's frozen body. "Peem," Phum murmurs, voice husky, and Peem is fucking weak. He huffs, hand reaching to smoothen Phum's brown strands off his face. "What gave me away, hm?" "Mmm... Scent." He can't contain the sound of disbelief, or the quiet giggle when Phum all my tugs him over to bury his face in Peem's collarbone. "Are you kidding?" Peem asks lowly, lounging a leg over Phum's waist. "This room might as well be yours with how much you scented it." "It is," Phum slurs. Lazy and content. "It's mine, 'cos you're mine." "Alright," Peem snorts, ignoring the simmering heat in his lower abdomen. "You turned everyone away, pup. Tan thinks you're nesting." Phum only dignifies that with a single grunt, seeming to be already more asleep than awake. Peem's lips curl like affection. He stares down at Phum, uncaring if the plushie is stuck uncomfortably under his ribs, and resists for just one more second before he leans down to inhale against Phum's scent gland. He bites it softly. Phum jolts under him and lets out a throaty whine, partially in protest. His scent sweetens, though, and Peem's eyelashes flutter in satisfaction as it spreads across his tongue. "Peem," Phum mumbles, hand curling against Peem's tummy. "Sleep. Don't make me get hard. Please." Peem hums, eyes closed. Fair. It's fair. He can't get them both going just because Peem is a selfish bastard and Phum looks so pliant and smells so decadently- Smushing his nose against Phum's sweaty temple, Peem makes a sound of acknowledgment. He doesn't think he imagines Phum's muffled laugh. "Later," Phum whispers, rough like a purr, and slips his arm around Peem's waist. "And yes." "Yes what?" Peem asks absentmindedly, already feeling like a furnace in the pocket they created for themselves in the middle of the bed. Sleep comes easy in moments like these. "I'm nesting," Phum murmurs, before cuddling closer to the Alpha. "G' night, baby." But Peem can't say it back. He's stuck, flabbergasted and aroused, staring into the darkness of his room. It's safe to say he doesn't fall asleep right away. The End. :D I HOPE IT WAS AT LEAST A BIT ENTERTAINING! Thank you forever and always for giving me brainrotting ideas and inspiration for this universe and any universe, Alan. I value it deeply. Cherish it with all my might. Thank you, thank you, thank you <3 <3 <3

[thunder-point]

Omega Phum sleeping in Peem's bed during a group sleepover and nobody dares join him because he STINKS (affectionate).

(heady empty just thinking of Phum being comfortable in his own skin and his own scent and how sometimes his very VERY expressive scent sometimes gets positively obscene because of Peem, and Peem is NOT dealing well.)

I have it mapped perfectly in my head from letting it marinate, dear Alan.

So here it is:

Peem and his friends are, as usual, in Peem's backyard drinking and having fun playing silly games. But Tan keeps yawning every five minutes, eyes bleary and slow-blinking. Words partially slurred. His exhaustion is even more obvious because he's not whining about Fang not being here anymore.

"Told you," Peem laughs, regarding his friend mirtfully. "Just go into my room and take a nap, Tan. For real. We won't stay for much longer either."

What Peem doesn't expect is for Tan to flush, ears catching flames just like his cheeks. The Omega gives him a sheepish look and shakes his head. "What?" Peem's brow furrows. "Why? You didn't have a problem with my bed yesterday, you asshole. I changed the sheets this morning!"

"That's not it," Tan mumbles, and starts fidgeting of all things. "Look, Phum is there. Okay?" "Okay? I know. I sent him to sleep earlier. He couldn't even walk straight when he got here. Just go join him." "I can't," Tan grouses. The embarrassment in his scent spikes, as does his frustration. "I tried to earlier, when I went to the bathroom? But-- He like, took his scent blockers off, I think."

Peem's mind blanks for a second. He can't even hear their other friends conversing and laughing around them. "What?" Peem asks weakly. "He-" "He took his scent blockers off," Tan repeats, and this time he gets a knowing glint in his tired eyes. "Your room fucking stinks of him, Peem. I know when I can and can't overstep into a nest, okay? So... yeah. Where are you going-" Tan's words end up in laughter, but Peem is already up and halfway through the big doors of his aunt's cafe. He mumbles a coming right back when Q calls after him in confusion.

He just... can't ignore it. It's not that he's not used to his boyfriend's scent in the open. That's a threshold they passed a long time ago. He's just not used to Phum taking his scent blockers off and not asking Peem to scent him right away. Especially if their friends are over.

Sweet coffee slaps him in the face when he opens his bedroom door. He has to take a second to just breathe, regain his bearings. He cluthes at the doorway and stares at his bed, feeling heat in his entire body. Phum is curled around the buffalo bear plushie he gifted Peem on their first official date, breathing evenly into the faux fur of its horn. Neck bared and unmarked, glistening with sweat. His broad figure looks so small cuddled under Peem's blankets.

Jesus. Peem exhales a silent, nearly hysteric laugh. His boyfriend is sleeping peacefully after a day full of presentations and projects and here is Peem, tweaking just from his scent, fighting the urge to mount and bite right into that untouched scent gland on his neck. He stays in the middle of the room with his head in his hands until he feels like he's not scent-drunk, and then relents the slightest bit.

Peem just means to climb into the bed and curl around Phum. Just that. It's innocent enough, it should satisfy his Alpha enough.

But then Phum stirs as soon as the bed dips under Peem's weight, a drowsy sound escaping his throat. He slaps his lips together, eyes barely open, and turns towards Peem's frozen body. "Peem," Phum murmurs, voice husky, and Peem is fucking weak. He huffs, hand reaching to smoothen Phum's brown strands off his face. "What gave me away, hm?" "Mmm... Scent." He can't contain the sound of disbelief, or the quiet giggle when Phum all my tugs him over to bury his face in Peem's collarbone. "Are you kidding?" Peem asks lowly, lounging a leg over Phum's waist. "This room might as well be yours with how much you scented it." "It is," Phum slurs. Lazy and content. "It's mine, 'cos you're mine." "Alright," Peem snorts, ignoring the simmering heat in his lower abdomen. "You turned everyone away, pup. Tan thinks you're nesting." Phum only dignifies that with a single grunt, seeming to be already more asleep than awake. Peem's lips curl like affection. He stares down at Phum, uncaring if the plushie is stuck uncomfortably under his ribs, and resists for just one more second before he leans down to inhale against Phum's scent gland. He bites it softly. Phum jolts under him and lets out a throaty whine, partially in protest. His scent sweetens, though, and Peem's eyelashes flutter in satisfaction as it spreads across his tongue. "Peem," Phum mumbles, hand curling against Peem's tummy. "Sleep. Don't make me get hard. Please." Peem hums, eyes closed. Fair. It's fair. He can't get them both going just because Peem is a selfish bastard and Phum looks so pliant and smells so decadently- Smushing his nose against Phum's sweaty temple, Peem makes a sound of acknowledgment. He doesn't think he imagines Phum's muffled laugh. "Later," Phum whispers, rough like a purr, and slips his arm around Peem's waist. "And yes." "Yes what?" Peem asks absentmindedly, already feeling like a furnace in the pocket they created for themselves in the middle of the bed. Sleep comes easy in moments like these. "I'm nesting," Phum murmurs, before cuddling closer to the Alpha. "G' night, baby." But Peem can't say it back. He's stuck, flabbergasted and aroused, staring into the darkness of his room. It's safe to say he doesn't fall asleep right away. The End. :D I HOPE IT WAS AT LEAST A BIT ENTERTAINING! Thank you forever and always for giving me brainrotting ideas and inspiration for this universe and any universe, Alan. I value it deeply. Cherish it with all my might. Thank you, thank you, thank you <3 <3 <3

[thunder-point]

Guys if you can believe, I never watched cherry magic. Ever. I want to give it a chance. But I see that I can't watch it on youtube. 😔

[thunder-point]

"My first language has a perfect saying for this, but it doesn't make sense in english :("

Say it anyway! You don't owe them perfect clarity. Be profoundly cryptic, speak in riddles, make them ponder what the fuck you meant by that. The anglos, like porridge, must sometimes be stirred, so they don't burn stuck on the bottom of the pot.

[thunder-point]

Omega Phum sleeping in Peem's bed during a group sleepover and nobody dares join him because he STINKS (affectionate).

(heady empty just thinking of Phum being comfortable in his own skin and his own scent and how sometimes his very VERY expressive scent sometimes gets positively obscene because of Peem, and Peem is NOT dealing well.)

I have it mapped perfectly in my head from letting it marinate, dear Alan.

So here it is:

Peem and his friends are, as usual, in Peem's backyard drinking and having fun playing silly games. But Tan keeps yawning every five minutes, eyes bleary and slow-blinking. Words partially slurred. His exhaustion is even more obvious because he's not whining about Fang not being here anymore.

"Told you," Peem laughs, regarding his friend mirtfully. "Just go into my room and take a nap, Tan. For real. We won't stay for much longer either."

What Peem doesn't expect is for Tan to flush, ears catching flames just like his cheeks. The Omega gives him a sheepish look and shakes his head. "What?" Peem's brow furrows. "Why? You didn't have a problem with my bed yesterday, you asshole. I changed the sheets this morning!"

"That's not it," Tan mumbles, and starts fidgeting of all things. "Look, Phum is there. Okay?" "Okay? I know. I sent him to sleep earlier. He couldn't even walk straight when he got here. Just go join him." "I can't," Tan grouses. The embarrassment in his scent spikes, as does his frustration. "I tried to earlier, when I went to the bathroom? But-- He like, took his scent blockers off, I think."

Peem's mind blanks for a second. He can't even hear their other friends conversing and laughing around them. "What?" Peem asks weakly. "He-" "He took his scent blockers off," Tan repeats, and this time he gets a knowing glint in his tired eyes. "Your room fucking stinks of him, Peem. I know when I can and can't overstep into a nest, okay? So... yeah. Where are you going-" Tan's words end up in laughter, but Peem is already up and halfway through the big doors of his aunt's cafe. He mumbles a coming right back when Q calls after him in confusion.

He just... can't ignore it. It's not that he's not used to his boyfriend's scent in the open. That's a threshold they passed a long time ago. He's just not used to Phum taking his scent blockers off and not asking Peem to scent him right away. Especially if their friends are over.

Sweet coffee slaps him in the face when he opens his bedroom door. He has to take a second to just breathe, regain his bearings. He cluthes at the doorway and stares at his bed, feeling heat in his entire body. Phum is curled around the buffalo bear plushie he gifted Peem on their first official date, breathing evenly into the faux fur of its horn. Neck bared and unmarked, glistening with sweat. His broad figure looks so small cuddled under Peem's blankets.

Jesus. Peem exhales a silent, nearly hysteric laugh. His boyfriend is sleeping peacefully after a day full of presentations and projects and here is Peem, tweaking just from his scent, fighting the urge to mount and bite right into that untouched scent gland on his neck. He stays in the middle of the room with his head in his hands until he feels like he's not scent-drunk, and then relents the slightest bit.

Peem just means to climb into the bed and curl around Phum. Just that. It's innocent enough, it should satisfy his Alpha enough.

But then Phum stirs as soon as the bed dips under Peem's weight, a drowsy sound escaping his throat. He slaps his lips together, eyes barely open, and turns towards Peem's frozen body. "Peem," Phum murmurs, voice husky, and Peem is fucking weak. He huffs, hand reaching to smoothen Phum's brown strands off his face. "What gave me away, hm?" "Mmm... Scent." He can't contain the sound of disbelief, or the quiet giggle when Phum all my tugs him over to bury his face in Peem's collarbone. "Are you kidding?" Peem asks lowly, lounging a leg over Phum's waist. "This room might as well be yours with how much you scented it." "It is," Phum slurs. Lazy and content. "It's mine, 'cos you're mine." "Alright," Peem snorts, ignoring the simmering heat in his lower abdomen. "You turned everyone away, pup. Tan thinks you're nesting." Phum only dignifies that with a single grunt, seeming to be already more asleep than awake. Peem's lips curl like affection. He stares down at Phum, uncaring if the plushie is stuck uncomfortably under his ribs, and resists for just one more second before he leans down to inhale against Phum's scent gland. He bites it softly. Phum jolts under him and lets out a throaty whine, partially in protest. His scent sweetens, though, and Peem's eyelashes flutter in satisfaction as it spreads across his tongue. "Peem," Phum mumbles, hand curling against Peem's tummy. "Sleep. Don't make me get hard. Please." Peem hums, eyes closed. Fair. It's fair. He can't get them both going just because Peem is a selfish bastard and Phum looks so pliant and smells so decadently- Smushing his nose against Phum's sweaty temple, Peem makes a sound of acknowledgment. He doesn't think he imagines Phum's muffled laugh. "Later," Phum whispers, rough like a purr, and slips his arm around Peem's waist. "And yes." "Yes what?" Peem asks absentmindedly, already feeling like a furnace in the pocket they created for themselves in the middle of the bed. Sleep comes easy in moments like these. "I'm nesting," Phum murmurs, before cuddling closer to the Alpha. "G' night, baby." But Peem can't say it back. He's stuck, flabbergasted and aroused, staring into the darkness of his room. It's safe to say he doesn't fall asleep right away. The End. :D I HOPE IT WAS AT LEAST A BIT ENTERTAINING! Thank you forever and always for giving me brainrotting ideas and inspiration for this universe and any universe, Alan. I value it deeply. Cherish it with all my might. Thank you, thank you, thank you <3 <3 <3

[thunder-point]

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌

you're one of the awesome ppl ive met here hehe

so, so, so sorry for the late response, lovely! <3 please accept this love from me as an apology

[thunder-point]

crawls over the wall into your inbox

Sorry to be unhinged in your ask box, but I have been overthinking your We Are Hybrid alternate universe. Mainly about Phum and Fang's canine tails and their ability to wag.

The idea Phum and Fang have tails they can wag when they are happy make me eat the drywall, because they grew up not having many things to be happy about so they probably can't control their tails and when their tails wags.

So when Phum sees Peem again, his tail starts to wag. Phum is trying to hide it, but Peem believes it is a mischievous wag so crisis adverted Phum hasn't revealed his attraction to the cat hybrid. Fang isn't so lucky, because during the night at the bar the moment he sees Tan his tail starts wagging (Phum looks away in second-hand embarrassment). The game is up, Fang is happy to see Tan again. Tan is delighted Fang doesn't hold any resentment for him.

Just canine hybrids Phum and Fang and their tails.

(Side Note: Pretty iconic to make Tan a bunny hybrid. Yes prey animal, top that predator it is what you both deserve.)

(calcium, hi <3 so sorry for the late response. i couldn't get to responding to any asks because time has been so hectic.) Alan and I talked about instincts in this specific phumpeem universe, and how some people think its undignified to let animalistic instincts take over, and others embrace it fully.

Taking Peem as example-- he is very much in tune with his inner cat. His parents never stopped it from happening, they even encouraged it. He loves purring. He doesn't stop it, ever. He doesn't mind that he sometimes has the urge to hiss, or that he climbs furniture in his house because that's what he used to do as a kid when he felt sad-- climbed high places. Or that he sometimes makes biscuits.

In the case of Phum and Fang, their father always told them to act proper, to dig into their human side and leave the animalistic tendencies for when they are alone at home, or not even then. So you're right; it's not only from the lack of happiness that they weren't able to wag their tails, but also because they would often get scolded for it.

But as they get older, their surroundings and new arrivals in their lives make them accept it more. They may not do it at home, but nowadays they accept and even embrace the fact that sometimes the urge to wag their tail gets so big that they can't even control it. They really can't stop it, because happiness is finally here. For Fang, is Tan, is seeing Phum finally smiling with all his face. And for Phum, is Peem, is his friends, the new memories and experiences.

Woah, I rambled so much. But yes!!! They for sure wag their tails a lot around their favorite people.

(haha, thank you <3 i feel like bunnies fit tan's character very much. personally i see these two as being versatile for each other, but that also mean that hell yeah, bun!tan gets to top dog!fang pretty often! they have a lot of fun with it.)

[thunder-point]

*gives you a little respectful wai* hi, here's a plushie 🧸, a sword 🗡️ and a snack 🥨, for you to deal with all your obstacles accordingly. Hope you have a lovely day 💛🩵

THIS IS SO SO SWEET. thank you so much I'm actually tearing up finally responding to this because ITS JUST SO, SO CUTE. thank you thank youuuuuuu <3 <3

[thunder-point]

I come here at your inbox utterly destroyed after that chapter. Laying every single flower at your feet because. Help?. Cole what was that. Where was the warning for the emotions I was going to be feeling that entire chapter.

Also fun fact while I was reading and Phum was thinking about the scenting and Peem's rain I was listening to music and "Bloodstream" by Stateless came up and damn what a song to pop up during the omegaverse fic actually.

Anyways, love you, you are amazing, your writing is a gift, and I'm going to go cry in a corner for like an hour 🖤 (mildly sorry for the absurdly long comment I left btw)

Almaaa, ALMAAA. You don't need to apologize at all! I adore your long comment. When I get long comments I just thrive, I glow for real.

And yours made me smile so, so hard. Thank you so much. I'm so glad you loved the chapter. The fact that you told it's your favorite to this point just... I don't know, I just bloomed under that admission. I will take full responsibility for your crying, don't worry. Send the bills my way (even if I'm very much unemployed and broke fjshfd) Oooh, thank you so much for the song rec. These days I only have few songs that I vibe with for writing Omegaverse We Are, so any addition is wonderful <3. Love you too <3 Miss you lots. I hope this coming week will be kinder to you. Please take care of yourself, darling. (please never say sorry for such a wonderful thing, for real.)

[thunder-point]

full of hopeless doubt (let me slow you down) by thunderpoint Ongoing | Explicit | 37k | 3/6

Fang has had this saying for a long time, since before he presented. This warning. “You don’t play with Alphas, Phum,” he would mutter, always low, always with his lips set in a tense line. “Alphas can be vicious pieces of shit.”

Or, Phum meets Peem and learns that rain doesn't always have to be cold. Just like Alphas aren't a vicious finality.

CHAPTER 4 UPDATED

[thunder-point]

CHAPTER 5 POSTED!

full of hopeless doubt (let me slow you down) by thunderpoint Ongoing | Explicit | 37k | 3/6

Fang has had this saying for a long time, since before he presented. This warning. “You don’t play with Alphas, Phum,” he would mutter, always low, always with his lips set in a tense line. “Alphas can be vicious pieces of shit.”

Or, Phum meets Peem and learns that rain doesn't always have to be cold. Just like Alphas aren't a vicious finality.

CHAPTER 4 UPDATED

[thunder-point]

ppl who celebrate fictional character birthdays are annoying pass it on

[thunder-point]

looking through my notes app bcos sometimes i write creative ideas in there and

what does this mean

[thunder-point]

I want to write a phumpeem fic about cuddling. The entire fic. Just different cuddling scenarios.

[thunder-point]

you ever read something you wrote years ago and think "how the fuck did i even come up with that"

[thunder-point]