#POPPY WHEN I CATCH U POPPY

[donovankinard]

I KNEW IT

......hey is it u

no, it’s Poppy 😂♥️

[nickssidewitch]

👾🕹️ List of Games the Triplets Should Play if They Stream Again 🕹️👾

Can y’all share this everywhere if you like my list because I’m sick of Fortnite-only streams and I damn well do not want to constantly see Roblox…

Obviously no hate to Fortnite because yass kings grind 😤💪🏾‼️. But like… let’s switch it up a lil’ bit, boys. Get sexy idk.

Horror🔪

💉 Outlast: Horror. Thee scariest game on this list!!! Great story, but even if you’re not interested in the story, the gameplay is interesting and nostalgic. May be a bit jumpscare-y at times. Not too much gore, but enough to make the spine tingle.

🧸 Five Nights at Freddy’s: Horror. Honestly, I highly doubt they’d actually play this because it’s probably the second scariest game on this list and they don’t seem like they could handle it. But, a one-off stream of this game would be nice idk. If they do, I’d suggest the first and second ones because they are good, Otherwise, the third one is ass, and the fourth one is way too scary. The other installments are forgettable (no shade 🥱).

🌙 Little Nightmares: (Mild) Horror. One of my personal favorite games. Right amount of scares, but definitely nothing like Outlast or FNAF. The main character is literally the cutest little thing!

🌺 Poppy Playtime: Horror. Similar to FNAF in the sense that you’re in a world where childhood characters come to life wnd become murderous villains, but the story is incredibly unique and eye-catching. There are a few Gaming YouTuber surprises in there as well.

🩸 Fears to Fathom series: Horror. This series is an indie gaming community favorite! Real-life people sent in submissions of their actual true experiences, and the developer made each story into actual games! I love the simple retro feel of the design, and the stories are very intriguing especially since they are all true stories.

🧟‍♂️ The Walking Dead: Horror, Story, Action, Adventure, Apocalyptic. The hype for this game never dies (imo)! Matt would absolutely fall in love with this story and its characters!! I feel like it would definitely cement his love for TWD as a whole. And if he ever played the Michonne DLC?? omg. Someone get this man to play TWD! Chris and Nick would love it too I feel.

Story 📖

📸 Life Is Strange: Story. A story-based decision game series. You play as young adults who have special powers that develop through difficult life experiences. Each game delves into different aspects of sexuality, love, mental health, and other real-life experiences. I’d like if they played only the first one, but the other games are also pretty cool if they like the first story.

🌄 Until Dawn: Horror, Story. A story-based decision game set u like a classic “cabin in the woods” thriller… with a twist. There’s a new remake as well, so that adds a bonus point to the overall enjoyment and the hype of the experience.

🤖 Detroit Become Human: Story, Sci-Fi. I know the hype for this game is gone, but I need it! The world is set in the future where robots and androids roam the Earth amongst humans. It’s such a great story with great graphics. And every single one of the choices matter. I feel like they’d genuinely enjoy it if they immersed in it.

😷 The Last of Us: Horror, Sci-fi, Story. It’s the game that inspired the TV show. I personally think the game is better than the show, but I digress. Great story, the best characters with such various traits.

🐈 Stray: Adventure, Sci-fi, Puzzle. (This is more for Matt than anyone else lowkey highkey). You play as a stray cat, but it’s more than just a cat simulator— it’s a journey set in the future. Everyone, but especially Matt, would love this. Very great graphics. Pretty calm, but can definitely get the heart racing at times. Will pull at the heartstrings.

Miscellaneous 👾

🍄 Mario Kart / Mario Party: Multiplayer, Party. This is a given 🤷🏾‍♀️

☠️ Dead By Daylight: Multiplayer, Horror. When Nick’s computer is finally fixed, they can all play together and probably even get some friends (or play online).

💎 The Sims: Simulation. Honestly, this can be like a game they play ironically. 🤷🏾‍♀️ I just wanna see them argue about how to customize their characters.

🌚 Among Us: Multiplayer. They’ve played it before both online and with fans, but I’d love if they played some rounds that were more organized with real-life friends and maybe even their mods/subscribers on Twitch!

🔫 Call of Duty (any of them): Shooter, Action. Literally just wanna see how good they are since they were flexing in that one stream they did a while back. 😒 Like where’s the proof?

🤺 Mortal Kombat: Fighting, Action. Any of the recent additions. I don’t need Story Mode if they don’t care to know the lore! I just wanna see them beat tf outta each other 🤫 ! Nick playing as Mileena would be a gag! 🤷🏾‍♀️

🦸🏻‍♂️ Injustice 2: Fighting, DC Universe. It’s similar to Mortal Kombat, but just set in the DC universe with characters like Batman, Harley Quinn, etc. I think made by the same developers as MK? Wanna see them beat each other up.

🎰 Liar’s Bar: Multiplayer, Gambling (not actually, but—). You play as up to four characters. You get cards in your hands. It’s up to you whether you play truthfully, or lie and place whatever cards you want all without getting caught. And if you get caught, now you gotta survive a round of russian roulette. It’s actually so fun for a few rounds if you have a good party.

Please share this across platforms! I’d love that! I really wanna see them at least try some things from this list. It’d make my little gamer heart so happy 😭 And I’m sure the other fans who like videogames as well would agree.

And I’m sure the boys would definitely appreciate the ideas since they seem open to them. 🥰🤍

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

⟢ to swallow a star | c.bg

pairing: wizard!beomgyu x apprentice!f!reader. genres: fluff, romcom, fantasy. wc: 1,7k. warnings: this is so silly and unedited 💀. an: i was trying to make a point with the last paragraph but my brain isn’t working, but i am a howl girlie so just pretend u get it 🤣 found the last photo on pinterest with no credits, so credit to the original artist 🫶🏻

it is late afternoon down by lilac lane. the spring sunlight douses the cottage in gold, lighting up the grassy hills and fields, glittering off a nearby rushing creek. it allows warmth to seep in through the windows.

normally, on a cozy sunday such as this, you would be curled up on the soft upholstery armchair in the sitting room, with tabby purring in your lap and a volume of the Wizard Howl’s Why One should Not Swallow Stars series between your fingers. But today you were not, and it vexes you greatly to think of it. rather, you are standing on the tips of your toes, leaning over the sink, to squint through the kitchen window.

a great deal of time had passed since you saw the Wizard Beomgyu, under whom you were serving an apprenticeship. he had disappeared into the fields behind the cottage earlier that very afternoon, promising to teach you a new charm once he had returned. and this promise had pleased you.

for the first few weeks in his care, you and beomgyu had gotten along remarkably well. he would teach you spells and enchantments, you would prepare meals and you would share chores and tending to the cottage equally. in your free time you would tag along on his jobs in town, or you would read and he would paint.

but in the next few weeks that took you up to the current third month at the cottage, his behavior had changed drastically. the good-natured, occasional prankster of a man had reverted to a sulking, misbehaving teenager who had not taught you a thing in days.

so the thought of his unhappiness being cured and him now having the time to teach you, enlivened the witch in the exasperated nurse you had become. but that excitement had long since met its end. and as the clock struck five o’clock, your blood boiled.

a flash of green sweeps through the open window and you drop onto your heels. tabby lifts her head from where she had sat napping between the potted plants near you on the sink, one eye opening slowly to follow the squawking bird.

“toto,” you say, relieved to see the wizard’s familiar. you follow him into the sitting room, where he glides around once more before taking his perch. “where have you been? where is your master?”

he squawks. “miss (y/n), master requests your presence at poppy hill.”

“poppy hill?” you say in surprise, “i thought he was in the fields. is something the matter?” then your eyes shine, “is it time for my lesson at last?”

toto lets out a nervous squawk. “you should take your leave before last light, miss.”

“will you guide me to him, toto?” you ask politely. the parrot nods his head before hopping from his perch and sailing through the kitchen window once more.

you tighten your boots quickly, pausing only to check on tabby. “are you coming, girl?”

her countenance was such that, if she were a person, you’d imagine she would sigh unenthusiastically. but she nevertheless hopped off and ran after you at your heels.

you follow toto deep into the fields and up onto poppy hill where the Witch Karina grew and nurtured her genus of wild flowers. it pales you to imagine he had spent the entirety of his afternoon here, but you perk up when toto leads you down the windward side of the hill.

you come to a stop as you find the Wizard Beomgyu seated amongst red common poppies, the last light catching his features and making them glow. the gentle breeze brushes through his long, golden brown hair as he soaks it up. when the light disappears behind the mountains at last, toto settles atop his head and his eyes flutter open. he greets toto with a smile, then turns to you and his eyes light up. you gulp.

“(y/n)!” he says, climbing to his feet. as his hands clear the grass and dirt from his trousers, he starts toward you and continues, “i’m glad you could make it. i was just talking to karina and—”

you fix your hands on your hips and a severe expression on your face. he stops, fear in his eyes. you march toward him and he shrieks. “where have you been! you promised you would teach me today, beomgyu! what is the meaning of this!” you say, poking a finger into his chest.

“i was—”

“i have been patient! so patient with you these weeks and you go and leave me at noon until evening! what have you to say for yourself, sir!”

his frown morphs into a smile and you are simply flabbergasted. but before you can berate him further, he takes your hand into his gently. he presses his lips to your knuckles and then rubs his thumb over them gently.

“i have left you? why, i could never do such a thing my dear,” he says and your face burns red.

“wha– wai– i beg your pardon!” you exclaim. but he maintains his hold on your hand and leads you further down the hill until you reach the middle of the slope. “do you think you can treat me like those swooning ladies in town!”

the sky is now dark and the stars are twinkling above, the moonlight shimmering silver against the blades of grass beneath your feet. you try and use the fragrance of the flowers and the earth to distract you from how warm and soft his hand feels, but then he takes your other hand and pulls you toward him.

“there is going to be a meteor shower tonight.” he says excitedly, as if it explains anything. but you are much too distracted by his closeness and his touch and his prettiness to argue. “i have planned it all with Karina. she will—“

you finally manage to yank your hands from his. “i do not care to be in your presence now, sir. you refuse to explain your behavior! i am your apprentice, you are supposed to teach me. if our arrangement— if my company is not to your liking anymore simply say so and I will take my leave.”

you start your walk back up the hill, which, being now by your full senses, proved to be a lot more taxing than the journey down it. it only aggravates you more. but you gather your dress in your hands and push on. he rushes after you.

“i will swallow a star!”

you stop in your tracks. you turn to him. “what?”

“i will swallow a star,” he repeats, folding his arms across his chest with a resolved expression on his face. “so that i may compete with that pretty boy you like so much.”

you blink. “compete? with that pretty boy? who– The Wizard Howl? Pendragon?”

he does not answer, but turns his face up to the night sky with a pout. your jaw drops in absolute bafflement. then you burst out laughing. his cheeks turn pink.

“oh, beomgyu,” you sigh, taking his face into your hands and turning it to you. “howl’s books are about why we should not contract deals with demons for power; his own autobiography. and you are a powerful wizard of your own accord, why should you need to be like him?”

toto squawks. “that is what i told him, Miss.”

“you shut up,” he snaps, swatting his familiar away. when your hands drop from his face, he returns them to their place and he leans into your touch, still pouting. “but you like him so much. you’re always reading those things and talking to tabby and mrs rochester from the bakery about him.”

you grin, a blush glowing in your cheeks. “beomgyu, the wizard howl is a happily married man with a sweet two-year old son. the story of his life is remarkable to me, so I read about him.”

he stills. “really?”

you drop your head and giggle. when you look up again, he is watching you with a look in his eyes that makes your chest flutter.

“and what about you?” you say, fixing your hands on your hips again. “what were you doing all day with Miss Karina?”

he perks up. “oh! i spent the afternoon trying to convince her to let us borrow her field for the evening. she agreed on the condition that i promenade with her in town tomorrow.”

you glare at him and smack his shoulder. “And you said yes? i cannot believe you! courting couples promenade together! i—“

he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against his chest. “i am a cunning wizard, darling. i may have pulled one on her,” he shrugs, “besides. how could i dream of courting anyone else when you are right here.”

then his eyes flit to your lips, asking, and when you nod, he takes them between his own in a sweet kiss.

when you break apart your breath is shaky and you think that if he should remove his arm from your waist you would fall straight to the ground. he smirks, as if he reads your mind.

“sh- she’s going to curse you once she figures it out. d-do you not know of howl and the witch of the waste?”

at that moment the meteor shower begins, like glittering diamonds shooting across the heavens. you stare up in awe. tabby meows and rubs her head against your legs, while toto perches on beomgyu’s shoulder.

he gently takes your chin between his fingers and draws your attention back to him.

“do you know of the wizard beomgyu and the apprentice who stole his heart?” he says softly, bringing your face closer and closer and closer. “they say she was was vivacious,” he kisses one corner of your mouth, “unyielding,” then the other, “a powerful witch in the making who was not wise of what she was doing before it was far too late.”

your breathing is heavy and your eyes hooded, “w-what happened to them? the wizard and the apprentice?”

his lips curl into a soft smile. “the apprentice and her wizard’s fates became inseparable, and they were destined to love one another in this and every lifetime.”

he pulls you in once more, this kiss much different from the first. he holds you impossibly close, a hand buried in your hair and the other lifting you up to his lips. it is enrapturing and toe-curling and your insides melt.

you decided then and there that the Wizard Howl Jenkins Pendragon was a charlatan. for if this is what it felt like to swallow a star, to give your heart to another and share a life, you would choose it with beomgyu, every single day.

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[bearloonz]

is there any lore you can share about your little toy ocs? theyre so cute

theyre a part of a little personal project ive wanted to make!! Ive been toying with (ahaha) the idea of making a video game :—] nothing big, just something simple but more than i usually do when it comes to my art. Something that gives me an end product to work for, a creative process to work through. its just a little story about Romeo (pink clown fella) learning how to exist around other people again.

Its still a long ways and a new adhd med prescription away from any proper progress. But, i think ive finally condensed down something id want to create. It’s very tailored to me, brightly colored, toy-like character designs, character focused and introspective and shit. After a long time watching myself trip and fall as i fail to commit to things or lose interest in them very quickly, this project is half an art thing and half a psychological thing as i try to see what makes my brain tick and what it takes to give me something I can really chew on.

thats all mostly creative rambling though . In truth these guys dont have Much going for them yet. Im not a huge oc guy and also my brain is weird so it takes time for me to settle on stories for characters. But! I can give you a little fun detail and that is the toys theyre based on :—]

Dear > full body puppet suit

catch > old boxy toy robot

Lace > jack-in-the-box

Romeo > ball-jointed porcelain (clown) doll

Poppy > gumball machine

Benny > sticky slap hand toy u get from a coin machine or an arcade prize counter yk

Sinclair > wooden puppet

Lionel > teddy bear :)

also heres some doodles of Romeo at their job :) they work at a craft store

[zombiemother]

gn!regressor!reader x poppy playtime characters

📦; I saw @regressionworldz make art for this (go check it out!!) and as an indie game fan myself, i thought it was so cute I had to make headcanons.

If you came to the factory regressed, the characters would definitely be less hostile, if not the feature deactivating completely after noticing setting is different. (they'd stay non-hostile knowing you're a regressor)

huggy wuggy always makes sure to hold your hand, his long lanky arms can stretch with you where ever you decide to pull him next.

huggy was quite eager to introduce you to kissy missy, her warmer but vibrant colors captivated you as she greeted your tiny self and picked you up and spun you around, delight to meet a new kid.

missy adores you and has a habit of calling you 'love/lovey/lovely' in a platonic sense! huggy likes calling you 'kiddo' or 'bug' and even 'little one'

there's a breakroom/kitchen were its stocked with snacks and drinks. how they never go spoiled is part of the magic <3

pj pug-a-pillar (my fav<3) loves skittering around with you on his back! when he's walking, you bump from side to side and he loves hearing your delighted giggles. he's v careful u don't fall off, lest he catch a glare from huggy

pj also has some song like you're bouncing on his back, something like. 'bumpity bump bump, bumpity bump bump, bumping back and forth.' with a silly tune behind it.

mommy long legs likes humming to you. you guys definitely have a little hum/whistle as like echolocation for when you get separated. (she gets distracted telling stories at you wanted the factory)

isn't mommy longlegs like a slinky? she doesn't mind the nickname! whatever you wanna call her, she'll accept

all of them care so much about your safety.

ddlg/abdl/nsfw/variants dni! add any of ur own headcanons in the comments or reblogs! post belongs to me ☆

[sunshine--void]

🏠 Confessing to them 🏠

Wally Darling

He shows no reaction on the outside

BUT THE INSIDE?? BOY IS S H O O K E T H

He just kinda stares at you for a hot minute

Because of this you obviously thought he was rejecting you

So you started backtracking, which only confused the poor lil yellow man :((

Eventually you figured it out tho

"So you don't love me?"

Julie Joyful

It was an accidental confession

She just looked so pretty you had to compliment her!

And by compliment I of course mean you blurting out how much you love her

Girly was immediately flustered

Sally Starlet

After a moment she happily accepted and returned your love

"Oh- ... Thank you neighbor!"

She already confessed multiple times albeit during plays so you thought she was just acting

L i t t l e d i d y o u k n o w

When you confess she is immediately screaming happily

"Finally!"

She immediately kisses all over your face

Howdy Pillar

You did it while he was working

You came up behind him and just kinda blurted it out

Absolutely thought he heard you wrong so you had to repeat yourself multiple times which only made you more embarrassed each time

Eventually you get there tho eventually

Barnaby B. Beagle

You can expect a lot more free stuff from now on

Yay! No more awkward jokes!

"... I'm sorry, could you say that again?"

You were so tired of dropping hints he clearly wasn't getting

So you finally confessed

He thought you were joking </3

You had to really explain it to him

He did get it after that tho

Hooray! You now get a whole lot of bear hugs and fur in your mouth!

Poppy Partridge

You did it while the two of you were baking

She's extremely shy and embarrassed about it

But she's definitely not upset

Gives you a hug you got feathers in your mouth

Your gonna have a lot more baked goods from now on

Eddie Dear

W a t

He blue screens immediately

You like him?

When he realizes that you aren't joking or lying he gets even more flustered

Have mercy on his poor southern soul :-(

He's fidgeting with his hands and stumbling over his sentences

But he's very happy you told him

Frank Frankly

He likes you too neighbor <33

They were gonna confess! You ruined it neighbor... >:-(

Holds a slight grudge about it for like... 3 seconds

"You beat me to it..."

So dw your good

Then they see your face

Your poor, awkward, extremely nervous face

And they immediately forgive and forget

You guys go on a nice picnic then go bug catching

[dwindlinghaze]

language of flowers

summary: the five times remus gave you flowers secretly and the one time you gave him not so secretly (plus extra)

contents: fluff, angst, bad writing bcs it's 1 am in ly country and i can't sleep.

a/n: my fav writing prompt so i just have to do it :) i hope u enjoy ☁️☁️☁️☁️

　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

one

you walked with your arms linked with mary as you two made your way to enter the charms' classroom. it was quite sunny outside, seeing as the flowers in the meadows were blossoming prettily.

"don't you just love spring?" the girl sighed, gazing at the scenery outside the stoney windowsill miles below. "look how colourful those flowers are!"

"they sure do look unreal! like that poppy field in wizard of oz!" you replied, matching her energy.

"mhm but this one's not poisonous, i assure you!" she grinned before you two separate ways to your own assigned desks.

you made a bee line towards your table, furrowing your brows at the peculiar light pink object on your desk. you reached close enough to see that it was a carnation you had thought was a rose.

a single stem with pale pink petals. over it, sat a small folded parchment that was tied with similar coloured ribbon as the flower.

you opened it curiously, tilting your head to the side. it said:

I don't want to look at anything else now that I saw you. I don't want to think of anything else now that I thought of you. I've been sleeping so long in years of dark night and now I see daylight, I only see daylight

your heart fluttered at the messy scribbles in the palm of your hand. cheeks growing maroon as you try to hide your face behind nothing.

"watcha have there?" a blooming voice came from beside you, catching you off guard.

you jumped back a little, causing the person next to you laugh. "oh hey rem," you said in trembling words.

"hey," he replied to the greeting as he sat down beside your desk. "you've got a flower!" he smirked teasingly.

remus saw the severe blush in your cheeks, him applauding for himself inside. he was the one that gave them to you- the flower and the note. it was a giddy feeling to see how you react in such a happy way.

"someone left me a flower!" you grinned at him, showing your bright smile. "uh but i'm not sure if it's meant for me i- maybe they just put it in the wrong desk," you felt yourself deflated at the thought.

it was logical though. nobody ever seems to be interested in seeing you. let alone giving you a handwritten love letter with a carnation.

seeing the excitement fading off from you, remus spoke up abruptly, "i don't think it's in the wrong desk. this specific desk has always been your since first year. c'mon smile for me yeah? the flower is meant for you. and only for you."

you smiled at him, feeling your cheeks reddened again. a small part of you hoped that it was from remus. you liked him since god knows when but you never spoke of it. afraid of what might be as the outcome.

"thanks rem, you really know how to make people feel better," you said to him, eyes glimmered with adoration for the boy.

"what does the letter say?" he spoke softly, looking at you in curiosity.

you unfold the piece of parchment that was on your palm before reading the heartwarming words to him. "not gonna lie- i had a hard time reading it the first time," you chuckled.

remus laughed nervously, fingers gripping on his chair. he scribbled it messily on purpose in hopes of making you not know that he is the one writing it for you as for he knew you will recognise his usual handwriting in the back of you head.

you put the flower and the note inside your robe's pocket, making sure that no damage will be done.

you went to bed that night with the words repeating inside your head like a mantra. nobody has ever said such thing to you. with the carnation placed on your night table, you toss and turn in your bedsheets. hoping a certain boy who loves chocolate and books and sweaters and libraries and teas and blankets and-

two

saturday afternoons are the best time to spend in the library. nobody ever cares to even steal a glance at the large wooden doors- their minds are full of weekend spirits.

that's exactly why you went to the desolated place. reading one of your favourite muggle fiction beside the windowsill as the rain pattered on the glass, its sound calming your ears.

you finished your book in the quiet until you were completely done, getting up to get a new once since you really have nothing to do today.

mary was still sleeping. she dedicated saturdays as her 'stay in bed the whole day', therefore now you're alone. you weren't exactly close friends with lily and her friends though you talk to them once every while; your friendship was kept small.

your pointer finger ran through the spine of the books, stopping once you saw one that catches your interest. you head back to your secluded desk, only to find another flower on top of it.

your heart beat twice faster now, glancing around to see if anyone's there or not. you couldn't seem to spot anyone though.

the flower this time is not a carnation. it was a white tulip. a paper was also attached within the stem just like last time.

you read it, it was shorter than the last one:

you're a mansion with a view.

it took you an embarrassing amount of time to fully understand what it meant.

mansion with a view- beautiful inside and out.

if you had a mirror in hand right now, the reflection it shows will be you and your crimson red cheeks.

after reading that, you find it hard to avert your focus to the book in front of you. the words were like splutter of inks and has no meanings.

at last, you decided to go back to the common room, seeing what the others were doing. you bumped into someone on the way there. someone tall and smells nice and familiar. with the impact of the crash, the things inside his bag are now on the floor, scattering everywhere.

"oh i'm so sorry i wasn't looking!" you sent an apologetic glance at the person, only to find out that he's remus lupin.

"s'fine," the boy smiled, kneeling down to collect his things.

"here, let me help you," you said, picking up the ones that were more far away from him, now all of his belongings are in his bag again.

"hey, s'this yours?" he held up a small parchment.

"uh yeah," you chuckled. "funny. you remember when someone gave me a flower a few days ago? they gave me one again."

"you think it's funny?" remus furrowed his brows, secretly eager for your answer.

"well- no. it's just not typical for me to receive these stuff. i like them though. it's very sweet," you blushed.

remus adored the faint pinks in your cheeks. he was the reason for that- technically. he didn't know what to reply, afraid if he said something, his stealthiness will be exposed.

"i'm going to the common room, you comin'?" he spoke.

"yeah. i was going there too," you nodded and began walking with him to the gryffindor tower.

remus is a mansion with a view.

you felt bad for the person that wrote you the letter because you were thinking of someone else with those exact words that they wrote for you. you couldn't help but wonder who it is though. maybe by then you'd fall for them too with all the sweet compliments they give.

three

a pretty and small bundle of blue flowers was propped on your desk one morning, like it's waiting for you. a small note was also attached to it, like the usual.

your smile grew larger, trying to hide your blush with your hair as you strode to your table.

you can't lie- you've been looking forward to it. it's almost like the only thing that's been keeping you excited lately.

"ooh, you've still got a secret admirer huh?" mary snickered, pushing your side teasingly.

"mhm," you agreed mindlessly, smiling in a joking manner her way, not caring about how much you will be poked fun at.

"don't you wonder who it is?" she raised her brows.

"i do," you admitted. "if they confess to me in real life, i'm sure i will give it a try," you shrugged as you opened the small paper.

"read it aloud. i want to know how much of a hopeless romantic some people are," mary giggled.

"if all my flowers grew back as thorns, windows boarded up after the storm. i'd built a fire just to keep you warm..." you said slowly, comprehending the words.

"aw that's sweet although i've no idea what it means except the last line," mary said.

"oh shut it mary," you nudged her side, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

you hoped whoever this is, knows how much you appreciate them and should not be afraid to confess to you openly. you would be upset if this person didn't make the move because you feel like the person behind this is sweet and hopeful.

you've got a slender vase in your dorm filled with water half way up to put the flower in them to keep them alive as long as it can. these pretty blue forget-me-nots are a perfect addition to your collection.

"moony, when are you going to actually confess to her? are you going to wait until earth slipped off its axis and fell into jupiter?" sirius flopped down on remus' bed face first, groaning.

"what are you talking about. i already have," remus replied nonchalantly.

"no- pads meant like actually! not in some handwritten note that doesn't even have your name in it- let alone your initials!" james chimed in.

"that's the whole point y'know. so she doesn't find out," remus rolled his eyes.

"don't get sassy moony," sirius slapped his arm. "what if she found out that it was you all along?"

"she wouldn't."

"she would," james retorted.

"she wouldn't."

"she definitely is going to."

"no."

"your head is as thick as the hogwarts wall," sirius scoffed. "one way or another- she's going to find out about it- or at least try to."

"say, if she did find out it was you, will you two be like- i don't know- together?" james thought out loud.

"i doubt i can."

remus. remus lupin with his complicated head. he sends you flowers and love letter daily but he doesn't want to be with you? pathetic.

"why not? it's y/n we're talking about. she fancies you," james said.

"i don't know," remus said, burying himself under his blanket while also pushing sirius off of his mattress.

truth be told- it would be his biggest regret if he never spoke of his love. he would love to be loved by you or even just loving you.

somewhere in the haze, he has grown some strong feelings for you. he didn't know how it happened or when or maybe it had always been there since you two got paired up in care of magical creatures.

he grew fond of you. the little things that you do make him fall for you even more. the way he wants to be the highlight of your day, the moon in your twilight, the sunrise in your mornings. he wants it all.

he wants to know the feeling of being mutually in love. though he believed no one will ever love a monster like himself.

that part of him is slowly breaking his own heart. how could anyone ever be in love with a hybrid? how will anyone ever live with the curse of their beloved one?

even with all the reassurances in the world, he would never accept himself. it was a blessing for him to even have friends. he wondered if some miracle could be strong enough and kill the wolf inside him so he can love openly.

so he can love you without any doubt and afterthoughts.

four

monday sun rises, meaning classes are back to normal again. you were getting ready for the day, sitting on your vanity when a common barn owl dropped a stem of flower right at your lap.

a pretty pink hydrangea was there, a note slipped in between the delicate petals.

all these people think love's for show, but i would die for you in secret

your smile reached your eyes as you put the pink flower along with the other bundle of flowers from your admirer.

you were kind of in a funny situation. you wanted to always keep getting these flowers for as long as possible but you also wanted to know who this person is but also you wanted remus to give you these.

it's all silly, you know.

"rem! i got another flower!" you said giddily as you stood beside him for the first class. it was a very heart-fluffing thing to see for him. you look flushed and happy.

"yeah? this person must love you very much!" remus replied with a sly smile. it was quite a nice feeling; talking about his love for you in a third person.

"yeah..." you trailed off. a part of you had a small hope of remus being your secret admirer but he seemed to be so cool about it. he doesn't show any signs or hints. maybe he's just a good actor. "do you have any idea who might that be?"

"mmm, no," he shook his head, turning his focus on the professor ahead. "but this person better be so proud of themselves because they made you giddy. look at you! you look like a puppy in a park," he chuckled.

"oh shush," you kicked his feet softly.

you made a mental note to yourself to be cautious of your surroundings at all costs next time, especially when you're alone. you were curious to find out who the person behind this is.

many many thoughts swam through the head of yours. a certain person popping here and there too.

five

you walk with your head down.

it hasn't been a pleasant day. firstly, your shoes got stuck on the mud when you're on the way to attend care of magical creatures. secondly, you dropped your bowl of soup during lunch, ending up with you having to deal with the stickiness in your uniform skirt until class has ended because there's zero time in between each.

it wasn't a big thing really, but it was big enough to bother you for the rest of the day.

your daily flower hasn't been sent too.

that was a silly thing to think of.

you decided to have an evening stroll around the castle grounds, just to clear your head a bit. you haven't had nature walks in quite a long time.

what you didn't expect was to see a certain gryffindor boy, holding a book while scheming through the field of wild plants.

you couldn't quite catch what the book was, but you caught how calm he was. how stunning he looks under the warm orange sun.

remus looks so peaceful. like a painting. like he has no single worry in the world. (as he should)

he bent down, reaching for a pink flower. he held it with such tenderness, afraid it will be damaged.

you hid behind a tree, heart beating in anticipation.

you knew this was wrong. say if you were the one who's giving out flower to your crush secretly, you wouldn't want anyone to see.

thank god it was getting dark because now you were able to run back to the castle. breathless.

when you arrived at your dorm minutes later, you saw that same identical flower remus picked earlier on your bed.

it was a pink chrysanthemum. smells beautiful.

this one looked the prettiest compared to the rest somehow. maybe because you saw that beautiful sight of remus picking them fresh from the soil.

the note read;

i'm captivated by you, like a firework show. i see sparks fly whenever you smile.

every word now and then seemed to melt your heart a little more, knowing the person behind this.

six

it has been a few days since. the last class you were supposed to be having right now was dismissed, meaning the students have extra time before dinner.

you decided to go outside, to the field of wild plants.

you now felt somewhat guilty for dragging this- although you shouldn't really. it was remus' idea and whatever is the outcome, it will be on him but since you found out about it, you can't help but feel like you have to face remus.

tell him so he doesn't have to be a lover from afar. so he doesn't have to be hopeless and pining for god knows how long.

well, how bad can it be? you two have the same feelings to each other. nothing bad will happen right?

you don't know much about flowers but a red rose seems like the most common type of flower to give to your significant other.

you decided to pick them up, stupidly not realising that there were thorns on them.

"aah!" you hissed, dropping it on the ground. you looked at your finger, a red scratch painfully visible on your skin.

"are you okay? what happened? why are you bleeding?" a familiar voice appeared from behind you. "oh [y/n]..." remus frowned sympathetically as he grabbed your fingers. he grabbed it with such tenderness that it reminds you of how he hold that pink flower.

"m'fine, rem." you pulled your fingers but he was much stronger than you are.

remus took out his handkerchief from his pocket for him to wrap them around your scar in order to stop the bleeding. "what are you doing here?" he asked, gently caressing your hand.

"i-," you paused, taking a deep steady breath. "i wanted to give you a rose," you replied, unable to look at his face.

he dropped your hand, his mouth agape.

you can't be. there's no way....

he waited for your explanation. "i know i shouldn't but i saw you. three days ago, you were here. um, i wanted to give you a note with a flower too. uh- here," you put the folded parchment to his palms. cheeks red from embarrassment.

remus was afraid of what the note contained. it could be you rejecting his feeling or something else he couldn't quite make himself to believe.

he put the parchment inside his pocket, "let's go back."

and that was the last thing you heard from remus.

extra

it has been two days. two whole days of remus being afraid to open your note.

it was propped on his desk. untouched.

he didn't even know why he's being this complicated. of course james and sirius were right. you would find out sooner or later. you are not dumb. never.

so today, he man-ed up himself.

he reached for the parchment that was tied with a pale yellow ribbon, slowly unfolding it. he saw small doddles of yours around the edges and corners.

this sure is not a rejection letter.

he felt so ashamed. he must be putting you through a tough time right now and it's all because of his fear of being rejected.

don't you worry your pretty little mind. people throw rocks at things that shine. and life makes love looks hard. the stakes are high, the water's rough. but this love is ours.

that is the sweetest thing remus has ever read. he quickly got up from his bed. done sulking around and absolutely done with being scolded by james and sirius every hour of the day.

he will make it up to you. he will.

you on the other hand was sad, confused, and lonely at the same time. it's miserable and not magical.

you thought it would be good to give remus a rose? bad decision.

for god's sake, you didn't even know for sure that the flower he picked was for you! it could be for someone or something else. maybe that flower you received was from someone who is not remus.

maybe just the colour of the flower was the same as the one remus picked. that's it.

your thought were quickly interrupted when remus entered your space.

his eyes looked tired and hopeful at the same time. in front of him was a giant bouquet of different kinds of pink and white flowers.

"forgive me please?" he said slowly, stretching his arms forward.

"wh-"

"i'm sorry. sorry for not responding to you sooner. for keeping you in a difficult situation. i'm going to make it up, i promise."

"it's okay, you're here," you smiled at him, that sunken feeling went away.

"i am. these are for you, there's roses."

"rem- they're so pretty," you took it from him.

"like how you are-" he said, cringing at his own words. somehow when you're around, his brain seemed to lag.

you shook your head, laughing, "i love them."

"i was wondering; if you're free on saturday, would you want to go on like- a date? with... me?" he bounced his legs.

"at six?"

"yes."

"a date then."

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femming art what have u done to me...... completely demasculating him and then using his cock to make yourself cum I'm gonna go bonkers - his eyeshadow and mascara bleeding down his cheeks as you bounce in his lap hhhhhggughhgg

POPPY YEEWW GET ME

essentially making him a pretty doll for you to fuck aauurrr you do his makeup so pretty, pink blush and sparkly eyeshadow with lipstick to match, non-waterproof mascara that you bought specifically because you know it’ll run the second he gets teary eyed….. he’s such a crybaby you know it’ll be all over his pretty face almost as soon as it’s been put on. he wants to be good so bad, he lets you tie a pink ribbon bow around his neck and doesn’t complain when you take off the cute pink panties you’ve had on all day and tell him to put them on. how can he when he feels how damp they are with your slick, when he has proof of your arousal against his skin? his pretty cock drools all over them, his pre mixing with the essence of you until there’s a dark wet spot marring the baby pink fabric. his whole body flushes when you sit him down in front of your full length mirror with his back to your chest. you let your hands roam over his bare chest and stomach, the only thing covering him are your little panties, stretched taught against his straining dick. he tries not to look at himself but one of your hands grips his jaw and keeps his eyes forward.

“don’t be shy, baby, look how pretty you are.” you tell him, unashamedly groping his cock over the thin cotton with your other hand. “don’t you think i made you look pretty?”

he nods his head and his eyes nearly cross, but he keeps them focused for you. he has to be good. he needs you to tell him he’s good.

“say it for me, sweetheart. use your words like a big girl.”

“i- i’m pretty, you made me- made me look so pretty.” he’s getting lightheaded watching you touch him in the mirror. he squirms and tries to roll his hips into your hand. “fuck- fuckfuckfuck- can i have more? please? please! i’ll be so good- make you feel good!”

you lock eyes with him in the mirror and give him a smile that makes his stomach swoop. you shed the remainder of your clothes, then crawl around him and settle in his lap. he can feel the wetness from your bare pussy through his panties. “gonna make me feel good, huh? you gonna make me cum on this pretty angel dick?”

he looks up at you like you hung the moon and the stars just for him and you swear you see him start drooling. you pull his panties to the side and let his dick spring free. it bobs for just a moment before you’re lining yourself up and sinking down on it. poor art’s eyes roll back into his head so hard he thinks he might have blacked out for a moment. you waste no time chasing your own pleasure as you start bouncing yourself on him, the sound of your hips against his and his balls against your ass filling the room with a lewd plap plap plap plap. his breathing is uneven beneath you, a stream of little whimpers and choked out sobs are being ripped from his throat and tears are streaking down his face. his mascara runs in thick black lines down his pink cheeks and he’s leaning up to try to kiss you. you duck your head and bite his earlobe before you speak. “can’t kiss you, baby, we’ll ruin your pretty lipstick.”

he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and whines. he looks a mess. once pretty eyeshadow is now smeared and blends in with the ring of black melted mascara around his eyes, his cheeks are stained with remnants of highlighter darkened by thick black tear tracks and tears that are still falling.

“‘s already ruined! please please- kiss me, need you, ‘m ruined- you ruined me- please mommy-” his tears keep falling and his makeup keeps smearing, so you give him what he wants. you tongue his throat and he takes it eagerly, planting his feet on the floor to piston his hips up into you. even in his fucked out state, one of his hands finds your clit and it’s not long before he feels your pussy choking his dick as you crash over the edge.

“oh fuck yesyesyes— cum for mommy, babygirl, c’mon- give it to me, give it all to me,” you moan into his mouth and he follows your command, pumping you full of hot cum and clawing at your body to get you as close as possible. you stay intertwined and panting as you come down together. when his dick has softened you slide off of him, but stay hovering above his lap. you move the panties back over his dick and swipe two fingers inside of yourself to gather some of his cum, then sit back down on his lap to let the rest drip out and soak his panties even more. you grin and run your cum covered fingers over his lips. “there, new coat of lipstick for you, baby.”

his eyes flutter shut and he lets his body fall backwards, flat on the ground, as his dick kicks back to life and he says, “you’re fucking evil.”

he loves it though <33

[mikayuumouse]

Guess who's back again!

Concept idea, there's no world where Atsushi belonged, where he could live a happy life.

Lemme explain.

(Most of these thoughts came to me after finishing reading the Poppy war trilogy. It literally has nothing in common with BSD but I still couldn't help but drag similarities between these two tragic worlds)

The skill users in the bsd world, are children born for tragedy. Always used for their powers. Always exploited. Both by the side of the light and darkness. Throwing themselves into war, suffering for something they never asked to have in the first place. Skill users are stronger than they could comprehend.

["When you have so much power, your life is not your own anymore." Is what Vaishra says to Rin.]

Take examples, Chuuya getting exploited and experimented on because of his skill. In stormbinger there's a paragraph where Chuuya imagined himself as a non skill user, thinking if he was a normal human being then maybe he wouldn't need to be the king of the sheep, maybe he would have been more close to his friends.

Atsushi was tortured and locked up because the grown ups around him couldn't understand how to control him. So they treated him the same way one would treat a violent beast.

Kyouka being taken by the Mafia, and being made an assassin.

It not only affects skill users, but those who can't blend in society, stand by the social norms too. Example being Ranpo, an afraid orphaned child, struggling around because he was too smart for his own good.

In conclusion the world is hostile for skill users, because skill users are an anomaly, they follow no rules of physics, of the universe. They can bend reality itself.

The world being hostile to skill users concept came to me after reading the untold origins. Fukuzawa mentions even though the existence of skill users aren't some big secret, after the great war people tend to whisper about them, some also think they were just mythology or stories. It gives me the impression that the skill users created havoc during the war, they caused mass destruction. Hg Well's skill the time machine literally bends time, and the shell, anhilation could literally wipe a big city out of the map of the world as if it never existed. It's not a stretch to assume that the world will be hostile to them.

We humans are always afraid of things we couldn't understand. Either we try to exterminate them, or use and experiment on them to get them in control.

Don't forget that Fukuzawa needed a special permit from the government to create the agency. So operating with skill users is actually illegal. Duh even Mori needed a permit from the government.

Now picture this, in a world which already outcasts skill users, there is this one special user, who is the guide, the bookmark to something so powerful that could alter their reality, put the world outside down, even create new realities.

What will the world do to that user?

Our Atsushi is that unlucky one.

And do you even have to imagine that? We already are seeing what is happening. The Mafia put civilian lives at risk to catch him, though that wasn't because of the book but was for the bounty.

The guild created an apocalypse in the whole city of Yokohama by using dogra magra. In the manga it's mentioned (if I recall correctly) that many members of the Mafia died during that apocalypse.

When that didn't work out what did Fitzgerald do? He tried to burn down the whole city by crashing a whale size airship.

And now in the current arc, major military groups in the world have been turned into mindless vampires, one command from one order and they'll start a war.

Everything Atsushi loved is falling apart.

The airport has become like the ruins of some ancient city.

How long until the whole world becomes like this?

Just because they want Atsushi, the book?

How long can the agency stand? Fyodor was attacking him, one day the whole world with. After all which country won't want such a power in their hands?

How long can Atsushi stand until he loses all parts of himself?

So Atsushi makes a decision

He has to die.

No. He is not suicidal. He wanted to live. He wanted to live so badly.

But can this be called living? When Every time he tries to take a breath of relief, he's suddenly attacked by another enemy, another powerful organization, trying to take everything away from him that he once loved

Atsushi looks over at Akutagawa, making flowers with rashomon for Aya in the park 3 of them came for picnic and tells himself that he can't risk them, can't take this newfound happiness from Akutagawa by putting everything at risk again.

He finalizes his decision.

Yeah this is basically why Atsushi dies in my dimension hopping AU. Lol just think About Akutagawa's reaction when he runs through his Atsushi's memories and finds out why Atsushi sacrificed himself.

Believe me Akutagawa is never recovering from that. No wonder bro chased him down for centuries 😔

I personally think Bsd is going to have a happy ending (also I'm pretty sure it'd be confirmed that Atsushi lives to the end because Atsushi's literally the narrator of the story) but this is an interesting take on it

It's a dark take on Atsushi's character and mental state, and I like it

The way the world of Bsd treats ability users certainly is twisted. Young gifted such as Kyouka or Q or even Chuuya are manipulated, experienced gifted like Akutagawa are incredibly feared, traumatized gifted rue their abilities and existences like Yosano and Atsushi...

It's really a toss up. The characters have extremely coveted abilities, but they're also essentially outcasts from the world. They're stray dogs.

And I think that's something that makes Bsd's story even more interesting. It's not that ability users are inherently "good" or "evil" or anything in-between, and it's not that everyone even believes in ability users. They exist in a strange purgatory in their world, where they're still humans, but they're anomalies

And how much an ability can change the user is quite interesting. How some characters hate their abilities, some characters love their abilities, some characters use theirs for greed, some use theirs for selflessness, etc. It really shapes the characters, and adds a very cool level of fantasy/the supernatural to the story

Atsushi's ability is probably the most prominent one in the series. Byakko's class can cut through skills and Byakko is also the Bookmark (whatever that does)

Seeing the world of Bsd unravel bit by bit because of Atsushi and the hunt for the Book would definitely push the story into an even darker tone

Your concept of Atsushi taking his own life to save what he loves is very bittersweet. And the side of the story with Akutagawa hopping from world to world just trying to find a happy ending with Atsushi is making me cry

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

Hello I am a big fan of your work But I have a request (if request are even open then u can ignore it) how would the HLC characters react to MC being able to transform into a Hungarian Horntail dragon? (Btw have a great day or night and drink water please)

A/N: Blog rules and request updates are put on the pinned post at the top of the blog! If you have any questions, feel free to shoot me a DM :3

HLC REACT TO MC TURNING INTO A HUNGARIAN HORNTAIL

MC still doesn't know the limits of ancient magic, but apparently, it includes being able to transform oneself into a powerful magical beast of their choice for a time. Today, the beast of choice was the ferocious Hungarian Horntail dragon. Admittedly, MC was just showing off.

They show their closest friends and mentor the full transformation and even a fireblast demonstration. Then they sit pretty to soak in the praise. They know they look cool.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: His jaw was already on the ground when MC transformed, but it somehow got lower when he witnessed the 40ft jet of fire rise from MC's maw. Such POWER. He wants to see MC decimate a dark wizard outpost. Set fire to EVERYTHING!

OMINIS GAUNT: He can feel the rumble of the earth beneath him with every step MC takes. The heat of the flames makes him turn away. Just the low rumble from MC's throat sends shivers down his spine. This is the closest he EVER wants to get to the real thing. Even though he knows it's MC, it's a scary experience.

ANNE SALLOW: She's more collected than her brother, but still as excited over MC's ability to burn everything in their path. Just thinking about what MC could do with a single breath makes her giddy. She's as much a firebug as Sebastian, she's just better at keeping her head.

IMELDA REYES: She is a simple woman with simple interests. See dragon, must race. Fly MC! Show her what you're really made of! Bet she could fly circles around them. Bet they can catch her? Prove it!

NATSAI ONAI: She'll beat Poppy to the punch about asking for rides. The spines make it challenging but she'll figure something out. She grabs MC by the nostrils and gets in their face. "Let me ride you! ...wait, that sounded-... You know what I mean!"

GARRETH WEASLEY: He NEEDS to hear them roar. Dragons are so strong that they don't even need to use fire. A roar from a fully grown dragon at close range can shatter eardrums. You feel the shockwave of sound go through your body. His ears ring for a bit even though he covered them.

LEANDER PREWETT: He's feeling so inadequate as a wizard. He can barely balance on a broom right and MC can transfigure themself into a mother loving DRAGON. No fair...

AMIT THAKKAR: He's dying to know how this works. This is magic that's either never been seen or never recorded, because he's never even heard of anyone capable of this without being some sort of rare animagus. MC needs to be studied, and he's the one to do it. Next to the stars themselves, MC is the universe's greatest mystery.

EVERETT CLOPTON: Dragons scare the ever living shit out of him. They're big, powerful and sometimes go after broom flyers when hungry. Hell admire MC from a distance. Like, way back behind the stoney hill, distant. Please don't come closer, he will cry.

POPPY SWEETING: She's absolutely ECSTATIC! She can examine a powerful dragon up close that isn't trying to eat her. It's a dream come true! She does circles around MC, taking in every detail. She takes out a small, leather bound book and a piece of charcoal and sketches every part MC lets her study. When MC puts their snoot right up against her, she actually squeals a little with excitement. She gets to TOUCH a live dragon. She's on cloud nine and never wants to come down.

ELEAZAR FIG: When MC tells him this is something they could do thanks to ancient magic, the only thing he can think is: "Miriam would have loved to see this." He's so proud. MC is capable of way more than he ever thought. He only hopes to live long enough to witness the rest of the wizarding world realize the same.

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hiii saw ur request open!! could you write a cove holden x gn!reader where they get intimate on the beach and coves really shy and embarrassed about it but is lowkey into it (lowkey as in high key and is practically begging for it PUHLEASEE) you can add any other elements you want i’m just laying the ground work!! thank u <33

Sorry it took so long! I fell out of my Our Life obsession but I haven't forgotten everyone in my ask box :)

Moonlit Beach (Cove Holden x GN!reader, 3,400 words, explicit, Cove receiving exclusively)

No where is more sacred than poppy hill, but your shared beach comes in at a close second. Wanting to make more memories with your precious Cove, you manage to get him hidden behind some rocks before giving him some special treatment.

“We’ll be fine, the hotel really isn’t that far, anyways.” Cove held onto your hand as he waved with this other, your parents and Cliff waving back with drunken smiles as they all laughed together. Closing the door, you watched as he leaned against it and sighed heavily. 

Kissing him gently on the corner of his mouth, you grinned and whispered quietly, though you were sure no one could hear you through the door and loud chatter, “Wanna go to our spot?” He immediately lit up, grin matching yours. 

Walking stealthily off the porch, once you made it to the sidewalk, the both of you took off running, laughing breathlessly as you darted to the beach. As soon as your feet hit sand, both of you took a second to catch your breath. Panting heavily, you took Cove’s hand as you approached the waves. 

The weather was perfectly balmy, the salty air coming in off the ocean relaxing your heaving lungs. Taking a deep breath, you sighed contentedly, leaning on Cove’s shoulder. “I love being here with you.” Your voice was soft, causing Cove’s heart to beat just a bit faster. 

Swallowing thickly, he idly stroked the inside of his wedding band on his free hand, breathing a soft sigh. Resting his head atop yours, he nuzzled into your hair, inhaling the scent he knew all too well. “I love you.” His own voice was just as soft, and as you tried to pull away to look at him, he tightened his grip on your hand, pressing his forehead against you, “Just a bit longer, just like this, please.” 

You smiled softly, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of him against you. Tightening your hold on his hand, you tried to convey your love to him in your strong grip, holding onto him as if he were the ocean itself, ebbing and flowing constantly. 

After a few more moments of silence, Cove finally tugged himself from your grip, taking a few steps towards the shore before bending over and taking off his shoes. He heard your breathless giggle and he quickly turned to look up at you with wide round eyes, “Please don’t.” 

Gasping indignantly, you crossed your arms and tried to hide your grin, “I- Cove, please, I wasn’t even going to do anything.” Biting your lip, you fought to keep your giggles to yourself. 

However, he obviously wasn’t buying it as he gave you a deadpan look, “You were gonna smack my ass so hard I’d fall into the water. I know you.” When you finally met his eye, you couldn’t help but cover your mouth as you giggled. Huffing, he rolled his eyes with a smile as he took off his other shoe, “You act as if we haven’t been together since we were practically in diapers.”

Waiting for him to stand up, you slipped off your own shoes. With his shoes in hand, he took yours and walked a bit further up the beach, setting them down on some rocks. Joining you again, you took his hand in yours and tugged him along. 

Sighing, he watched you with stars in his eyes as you splashed in the shallow waves, laughing delightedly. Walking just a bit faster, he quickly rounded on you, dragging you into his arms and pressing his lips against yours. Melting into his chest, you looped your arms around his neck, sighing against his mouth. 

With practiced ease, you dragged your tongue against his soft lips before slipping into his mouth. Petting his tongue with yours, you licked as much as you could as you squeezed him tighter against you. You faintly heard him whimper over the sounds of the ocean, and you pressed your knee between his legs. 

Pulling away, he kept his arms wrapped around you as his head fell back, “Ahh~ we shouldn’t.” Shivering as you kissed his neck, he wrapped his fingers in your hair, tugging gently, “B-Baby, c’mon.” 

Considering his protests were as weak as could be, knowing he could easily pull away and stop you, you easily decided to ignore him. Your kisses turned to nibbles which turned to bites, marking up his softly tanned skin. Groaning lowly, he couldn’t help but rock against your thigh, turning his head so you could reach more of his neck. 

Smacking your lips after admiring the blossoming marks across his perfect skin, you looked up at him while rubbing his chest. “Cove~ can you be a good boy and do what I say?” You watched as he swallowed, feeling your heart race at the simple innocent-enough action. Soon enough, he was nodding, whimpering softly, and your heart kicked into overdrive. Grinning, you took his hand and led him to a few rocks that seemed to be the perfect height for your plans. 

Stripping off your shirt, you smirked as you heard him suck in a quick breath. Laying it out for him, you pushed him against the rock, fingertips in the waistband of his jeans, “Take these off.” Shuddering, he slowly unbuttoned them, dragging them down his thick thighs. He looked down at you, and you couldn’t help but to lick your lips slowly before motioning with your hand for him to pull them all the way off. 

Blushing heavily, he pushed them down to his ankles, fully exposed in the night air, “We- What if we get caught? We shouldn’t be doing this.” Breathing quickly, his voice was light and airy, making your blood run hotter. 

Kneeling down, you looked up at him in what you hoped was a sultry manner, and not as playful as you were feeling. Helping him slip his pants off his ankles, you grinned, “You say that, but it looks like you’re pretty into this, Cove. Look at how hard you are already, I bet you want someone to catch us.” Standing back up, you kissed the underside of his jaw before gently wrapping your hand around his burning half-hard shaft. 

Giggling softly, you watched as he trembled, eyes fluttering and struggling to hold your gaze, “F-Fuck, I-” Whimpering, he bucked his hips, feeling himself swell in your palm. Tilting his head back, he moaned loudly. You smiled softly, kissing the column of his neck and stroking his stiffening cock. “Do you think- ahh! That anyone’s g-gonna come down here?” His voice trembled, but you had other suspicions for why that may be rather than his concern for someone catching the both of you. 

Sighing condescendingly, you leaned in closer so your lips were pressed against the shell of his ear, “You’re right... I’d hate for anyone to get to see this gorgeous, fat cock of yours.” He whined loudly at your words, and with a heated kiss to his lobe, you dropped down to your knees in the soft sand, “Better make sure you’re all covered up~” 

He clapped a hand over his mouth, brows knitting up as you took the tip of his shaft into your mouth, licking lazily. Shivering in your grip, the hand that wasn’t keeping him quiet slipped to hold the back of your head. You huffed softly, knowing Cove better than he knew himself, inwardly laughing at how easily you got him to give into you.

Dipping lower, you dragged your tongue against the underside of him, tracing his veins and puffing for air when you could as you sucked him off. His panting was audible even behind his hand, but it wasn’t enough for you. 

Glaring up at him through your lashes, you took him deeper into your mouth, feeling him reach the back of your tongue. As you bobbed a bit, mentally preparing to deep throat him, you cupped his package in your hand while gripping his thigh in the other. 

Squeezing and rolling him in your palm, you watched as he shuddered, moaning and gasping behind his hand. Miffed that he was keeping his sounds of pleasure - that you were giving him - all to himself, you squeezed him tighter and lightly pressed your teeth to his cock. “Ahh! Fuck!” Curling forward, he pressed down on your head while the other moved from his mouth to grab at your hand on his thigh. “Oh god, fuck, I won’t- I’m sorry, baby, please don’t stop.” 

His voice was desperate, and you realized in the back of your mind that he was very into this, more than you had originally thought, which was already a lot. Taking a deep breath, you squeezed his thigh before taking him all the way into your mouth and down your throat. Nuzzling his seafoam curls, you gagged as he bucked against you. 

Head thrown back, he couldn’t help but cry out at the sensation of you. The hot and wet feeling of your throat squeezing him as you struggled to swallow around him. “Baby~ fuck~” His shoulders shook as you kept him there for a moment longer before pulling back. He sighed as the pressure eased up a bit, eyes fluttering open as he looked down at you, hand petting through the hair atop your head. 

Pulling off of him, you couldn’t help but blush at the lovestruck gaze he had on you. Licking from base to tip, you dipped down to lick at his heavy and straining package. “You’re being such a good boy for me, Cove. How badly do you wanna cum in my mouth?” You sucked on his package, humming as he nearly choked on his breath. Popping off of him, you smiled as you stroked feather light touches across his aching cock, “Or maybe you wanna blow your load all over the sand. Let someone find it and know what a filthy boy you are, getting off in such a public area like some kinda deviant.” 

Groaning, he blushed heavily and bit his lip, nodding. Grinning, you took him back into your mouth, not bothering with teasing him anymore. You sucked tight around him, taking him deep in your throat before pulling back, making it as messy as you could, knowing it would drive him wild. 

The hand against the back of your head grabbed your hair tightly as he started bucking into you. With a choked gasp, you pressed your hands to his thighs, whimpering as you let him take the lead. He was gasping and panting above you, eyes watching you closely as he fucked your mouth. “S-So fucking good for me, sucking me so fucking- ahh!” Moaning loudly, he curled forward just a bit tighter, tummy feeling taunt as he thrust into you. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you let him take you for his own pleasure, basking in his whimpers and cries. With a harsh gasp, he tossed his head back, “Fuck! Gonna cum, so fucking close-” Groaning, his nails bit into you slightly as one hand shoved your shoulder back, feeling himself slip easily from your mouth. “Touch me, please!” 

He didn’t need to beg for your hand to immediately wrap around him, pumping him tight and fast. He cried out at your grip, almost hurting his already throbbing cock, “Cum for me, baby, c’mon Cove, blow your hot load all over our beach, baby.” He whined at such a high pitch, you worried it might wake up some of the neighborhood dogs. 

Gasping, his hips jerked with your movements until he shivered and groaned, cum spilling onto the sand below the both of you. Pressing your cheek to his thigh, you eased up but not without making sure you got every drop from him. Using your mouth, you cleaned up what was left before popping off gently as he whimpered from overstimulation. 

Your voice was soft as you praised him gently, “Good boy, Cove. I knew you could do it. My sweet boy.” He whined at your whispered words, looking down at you with big eyes. Standing up slowly, you sighed and nuzzled your nose with his, “I love you, Cove.” He gave you a dopey grin in return, kissing you softly before whispering it back to you against your lips. 

With a smirk, you ran your hands down his sides, “You know~ I have a little something in my pocket~” He swallowed thickly, looking down at you with wide eyes. You couldn’t help but giggle with a grin splitting your face. Kissing the side of his neck, you bit into the soft skin, sucking tightly. Hearing him cry out, one hand flying up to the back of your neck, you let go of him. 

Gripping his hips, you whispered hotly against his ear, “Turn around.” He blushed heavily, nodding obediently. You sighed happily as you dragged your hands over his back before reaching his plump cheeks. Tugging out the tiny sample pouch of lubricant you had snuck into your pocket, you inwardly cheered at being able to utilize it. 

Hearing you tear open the pouch, cursing quietly as some spilled out, he stiffened. However, before he could ask you what it was, he sighed at the feeling of you rubbing his rim softly. Cooing, you smiled to yourself, “Awww, my little Cove~ You’re not even acting like you don’t want it anymore.” 

Whimpering, he shook his head, “N-No, I still- I don’t wanna get caught, I sw-ahh~” Dumping the rest of the lube over your fingers, you slipped a single digit inside of him. Sighing heavily, he rolled his hips back to take more of you. “Why do you- ahhh~ why do you even have that? I-I have a condom we could’ve used.” 

You laughed softly, pulling out before pressing two fingers into him, listening to how he moaned for you, “This is like, the fourth time we’ve gone out and I’ve had this tiny little pack of lube. I’ve been so desperate to get to fuck you somewhere out in public like this.” He moaned at your words as well as how you just barely stroked his sweet spot, “I should’ve known you would’ve been more than willing to get fucked on our beach.” 

“No, I’m- ahh!” He cried out as you spanked him across the ass, rubbing his cheek softly afterwards, your hand free after shoving the packet back into your pocket. 

“What was that, Cove? Were you about to say you aren't wanting to get fucked on our special beach? You don’t want me to pound this cute little ass of yours until you’re cumming against this rock and begging me to take you back to the hotel so you can finally fuck me?” You worked your fingers faster inside him, slipping a third in and feeling him buck against you, panting and moaning wildly. “Hmmm? Sorry, baby, I can’t hear you over how loud you’re moaning. You’re scared we’re gonna get caught but you’re this loud. Fuck, it’s cute how you think you can hide how excited you are.” 

Grinning, your free hand left his cheek and slipped between his legs, feeling his cock and moaning when you found him half hard, “Aww~ you’re just so worried, aren’t you, baby? So scared that your cock is just aching to cum all over the sand again.” He cried out, fists pressed against the rock as his cock rested against the hem of your shirt, nipples chafing slightly. “Tell me how bad you want it or you don’t get to cum.” 

Tightening your hand down around the base of his cock, he cried out loudly, knowing you’d squeeze and edge him until he was crying. “I- no, I- fuck!” He couldn’t think straight, not with how your hand was pounding his pspot while your other squeezed his cock too tight. 

You hummed behind him, grinning, “Not what I wanna hear. Wow, baby. You must not wanna cum, huh?” He shook his head, but could only cry out and jerk his hips, “No? You’re saying no, you don’t wanna cum?” 

Scrambling his fingertips against the rock, he cried out loudly, “Fuck! I-I wanna cum! Please!” 

“Then tell me how badly you want me to fuck you on this beach, how badly you want someone to catch us and see you getting ravished.” Your response was lightening quick as you pumped his cock a few times, watching as he weakly kicked one leg. 

“Baby~” He whined pathetically, but unlike other times, you weren’t about to give in. Squeezing his shaft again, you smirked as he cursed loudly. “Fuck! I fucking love it! I need you so bad, ahh! W-Wanted to fuck you on this beach since we were teenagers- ahhh~ don’t give a shit who sees us, want them to know I-I belong to, ahh! B-Belong to you!” He stuttered over his words as you worked him tighter, hand pumping his cock as your fingers pounded his sweet spot. 

You focused hard on your hand movements, wincing as they stuttered between the methodical pace you had. You couldn’t deny how hot his words got you, and you took a deep breath, trying to focus entirely on his pleasure. “Good boy~” Voice tight, you gasped as he squeezed tightly around your fingers. 

You could hear him panting, words strained as he repeated over and over how he was going to cum. Grinning, you paused in your ministrations to lean down and bite his plump cheek tight. He cried out, and you went back to fucking him as quickly as you could with your hands. 

Angling his cock down, you kept your fingers still and pressed against his sweet spot as you jerked him off. “Cum for me, Cove. C’mon, baby.” He keened at your words, tossing his head back and you bit your lip, pouty that you weren’t able to pull it. 

Screaming sharply, he writhed as he climaxed hard. You could feel the sticky wetness covering your hand slightly as you touched him through it, working him even as he curled forward, whimpering as he became overly sensitive. You listened to him gasp harshly as you slowly pulled away, featherlight touches fading as you let your hand fall. 

Resting your palm on his soft cheek, you whispered gently to him, “Gonna pull out, okay, baby?” He hummed as he nodded slowly, whimpering and gasping as you tugged your fingers slowly out of him and past his clenching rim. You shushed him softly, “It’s okay, baby, I know, I know. It’s so much, isn’t it?” 

He nodded weakly, limp against the rock as he waited for feeling to come back to his limbs. As he caught his breath, you helped him slip his boxers and jeans back on, slowly working them up his legs. 

Once he was somewhat recovered, he turned to face you, still leaning heavily on the rock. “I-I think I got your shirt wet. I’m sorry, baby.” You giggled at his soft voice, shaking your head as you buttoned up his jeans. 

“It’s okay, it won’t be the first time I’m covered in your cum and sweat and I’m sure it won’t be the last.” He gasped as your casual tone, looking hurt. You rolled your eyes, tugging him into a hug as you nuzzled his neck, “My poor baby! So sensitive!” He whined playfully, leaning heavily against you. Squeaking as you almost stumbled, he easily tightened his arms around you, keeping you from falling. 

Giggling softly, he grabbed your shirt and handed it to you, “We should get out of here... I don't want anyone to come investigate...” 

You gave him an innocent look, “Why? ‘Cause you were screaming about how bad you wanted to cum and get fucked?” 

Blushing hard, he stuttered over his words before huffing with a pout. Staring at each other for a solid second, you cackled as he caved first, turning around as he felt his face and ears burn. Giggling at his bashfulness, you slipped your shirt on and grabbed your phone from your pocket to turn on the flashlight. 

Whistling lowly, you couldn’t help but grin, “Wow, Cove, look at this mess you made. Dirty boy.” 

Gasping as he whipped around, he quickly clammed up as he saw the sheer amount of cum in the sand. Choosing to say nothing instead, he snatched your phone, took a picture, and then grabbed your hand and led the two of you towards the street. 

Giggling conspiratorially, you bumped your shoulder against his, “We’re gonna have to make a mad dash past our parents’, don’t want them to put two and two together.” He giggled softly before nodding. 

Feeling like two horny teenagers sneaking around to get a little action, you dashed past your childhood homes, blushes heavy on both of your cheeks and you couldn’t help but get even more excited for what could happen once you made it back to the hotel. 

[kittyball23]

can u do a pov fanfic of either poppy or branch when she went after him and wants to go with him to save floyd?

Can do 🙂I chose Poppy, since my "By Your Side" oneshot was primarily Branch-centered:

With You (a Trolls fanfic)

“Wait, what?”

Poppy could hear the confusion in Branch’s voice, as though his brother’s words were unexpected, contrasting to what the blue Troll had believed the outcome of their journey would be.

When John Dory replied, it was terse, straight, and to the point. “What? The mission’s the mission. You didn’t think we’d all live together when this was over, did you? Singing songs, and roasting marshmallows…” The Troll then laughed, finding the scene he’d pictured flat-out ridiculous. Clearly, going separate ways was what he’d intended from the start. And, given that there was no pushback from the other two brothers, they agreed. There seemed to be amusement written on Clay and Bruce’s faces, like they also found the idea too far-fetched.

But Branch wasn’t amused. Poppy’s brows furrowed in worry when an expression of hurt flashed across his face, before it switched to anger.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is that funny to you?” Branch snapped at John Dory. “That I might want us to actually be a family again?” Reaching into the inner pocket of his vest, he retrieved a piece of paper, sparing it a glance, and calling out to the front of the caterbus. “Tiny Diamond, pull over. Now.”

Rhonda lurched to a stop a few seconds later, the Trolls stumbling in an attempt to find their footing.

Bruce rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Don’t be a baby, Branch.”

Branch tensed, and whirled on him and Clay. “You’re mad at him,” he started in, speaking of John Dory, “but you guys do the exact same thing to me. You all still treat me like the baby of the family. But guess what? I stopped being a baby the day you guys walked out on me! Cuz’ I had to. Then Grandma got eaten and there was no one else to take care of me. This time, I’m walking out on you.” Without waiting for anybody to respond, he crumpled up the paper he was holding, tossed it on the floor, and stormed out of the bus without looking back.

Hesitantly, Poppy knelt down, unfolding the crinkled paper and smoothing it out so she could see. A child-like drawing met her eyes, with large, blocky letters, colorful stickers, and sparkly glitter. There was something awfully familiar about the design depicted. She’d seen this place before. “This is Branch’s bunker,” she said aloud. Suddenly, she realized something else. “He built it for you guys.”

Poppy’s eyes were still fixed on the drawing, overcome with emotion at the deeper meaning unveiled, when John Dory spoke up again. This time, she could tell he was more subdued, a hint of guilt wavering in his tone. “I… didn’t know…”

The Pop Queen solemnly glanced at him and the others, quietly replying. “I guess you never asked…” Then, she turned and exited the bus.

She had to find Branch.

__________________________________________

Branch had already made some distance, and Poppy hurried herself to catch up with him. “Branch, wait!” she called. “Branch!” But the Troll continued to walk onward. “Where are you going?” she asked. Certainly he wasn’t going to walk all the way back home, was he?

“To save Floyd. Alone,” he stated simply. “I didn’t need them growing up, and I don’t need them now.”

Well, he may not need them, but he’s sure as hair not getting rid of me.

Putting on a small burst of speed to cover the last few feet, she finally reached his side. But instead of the relief she’d anticipated seeing on his face, she was confused when he raised an eyebrow at her, puzzled. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean? I’m coming with you.”

Branch scoffed at that. “Why bother?” he spat bitterly. “Aren’t you going to leave me eventually anyway? Everyone else does…”

Poppy stopped in her tracks, stunned beyond belief. Did I hear him correctly? She didn’t think she did. He really, genuinely thought that she was going to leave him? That there were no other options in his fate aside from loneliness? That she was just there to have her fun while the getting was good and then hit the road? Branch had said plenty of things in the past that had been laced with pessimism and negativity. But this by far was one of the worst things she had heard. No, not one of them - it was the worst she had heard.

Stepping forward, she grabbed his hand firmly, finally bringing him to a halt. “I have been by your side from the moment we met, and you’ve been by mine,” she reminded him, speaking slowly to give each word weight, “so let’s give each other some credit here.”

Just as slowly, Branch finally turned to face her, allowing her to see the shift in emotion on his face from something hard to something much softer. He let out a sigh. “Right. I’m sorry. Thank you.” When he flashed her a little smile of gratitude she grinned right back.

“You’re welcome.” Poppy thought the thank you perhaps was a little unnecessary. Being there for him was just something that came along with them being together, and the love that they had for one another. But just to be absolutely certain he knew of her commitment, she spoke again, softly and sweetly, taking hold of his hand and gently running her thumb across the back of his knuckles in a sympathetic caress.

“And I’m not going anywhere. Unless it’s with you. To save Floyd.”

The Pop Queen felt her heart swell when her words finally seemed to get through to him. There was comfort in his features, in the way his blue eyes shone with gratitude and in the way his cheeks glowed with the smallest hint of a blush. She didn't deny him when he opened his arms out towards her, easily melting into the warmth of the much-needed embrace.

They broke apart only upon hearing the sound of a dinging bell. A tricycle was making its way down the path towards them, and Poppy beamed when she saw its rider.

“Tiny!” she cried, delighted. “You’re coming, too?”

The small glittered Trolling shrugged his shoulders. “Eh, what can I say? I was moved by Branch’s speech, and his sad, sad little drawing.” He smirked and waved them over. “Now, let’s roll!”

Giving Branch’s hand one last affectionate squeeze, Poppy boarded the tricycle alongside him, the couple feeling a lot better about the rest of the journey, and pedaling towards the diamond-studded, glittering land of Mount Rageous.

[stvnszlr]

HI! Here to beg u for Steven adhd headcanons

Pls i promise i'll be good this year.

oh my goodness … so um this is something i am like way too passionate about !! im going to seem like the craziest crazy person EVER by sharing this cuz i wrote .… a lot but u guys gotta stick with me okay you’ll see the vision

THANK YOU for asking this btw ! this is one of the things that makes me relate to steven the most ,,>_<,, and i will literally talk abt it anytime

☆ steven adhd hc’s / reasons why i think it’s possible he has adhd ! ☆ ( coming from someone who has a severe combined type adhd diagnosis )

please note this is all just speculation !! i’ve noticed some connections between his behavior / things he’s spoken about and adhd symptoms , but i am certainly no doctor and the only one who can truly determine any of this is steven himself . these observations are mostly just for my comfort as a neurodivergent person :)

ohhh stevie is a BIG stimmer :) he taps on everything in sight , he also hums a lot and likes to move his body ! bouncing , jumping , flapping , shaking , jiggling , playing with his hair ( i have video evidence sue me >:( )

people often describe him as “twitchy” , randomly making odd movements or sounds that can surprise and confuse those around him

vocal stims , dude . like my man is a parrot he’ll repeat random phrases over and over without thinking about it , just going about his day mumbling the most obscure sentences without even realizing

i’ve also noticed from watching videos he has a big BIG tendency to repeat things other people say !! i think that’s a combo of vocal stimming and also struggling to fit in when making conversation

he has literally confessed to having sensory issues related to taste and texture ??!?!? so i imagine he has them with other things too it’s mostly touch or sound related things that really get to him and can cause overwhelm but honestly anything that catches him at the right time will have him retreating inside himself and blocking everything out , unable to respond cuz he can’t think or listen

also seems to struggle with clothes touching his body ! he is always in loose tank tops and wears a lot of cropped pants / shorts , and has never really worn a lot of accessories unlike his bandmates . this could definitely be attributed to sensory issues , especially hating the feeling of wearing jewelry ( rings especially ) and also makeup on his face

drums !!! poppy loves drumming , it is SUCH a good stimulant for his brain cuz it works muscle memory , gives a dopamine rush , and combines both creative thought with an athletic activity

hyperfixations oh my god he is so bad . so so bad . he’ll pick up something for like a few weeks and dedicate EVERYTHING to it just to never pick it up again

very typical hyperactive type adhd , trouble focusing and sitting still OH MY GOD this man cannot sit normally for the life of him

um hyperfocus also !! drums is prolly his biggest one but if it’s something he’s super tuned into he can just . sit there and mindlessly work on it for HOURS before someone notices and is like hello take a break ??

didn’t like school cuz he always felt like he wasn’t smart , he was actually really interested by some subjects but just couldn’t keep up as a student :/ he also started getting into skating and music which were much better dopamine activities than school so he kinda just . quit ?

part of why his mom kicked him out so young , he was impulsive and reckless and very VERY high energy , easily irritated and his emotions had no filter / couldn’t control them or his actions based on them

this poor kid is so forgetful . he really cannot remember shit and it gets him in trouble a lot ! he’s gotta be reminded by the guys about EVERYTHING and it annoys them to no end , and steven always feels bad cause he wishes he could remember , but for some reason he forgets every time !

it’s where his irritability comes from too , he sometimes flips like a switch and can get really defensive and aggressive . he’ll lash out and turn really angry — not in a super serious way , but it’s the reason he gets in so many little fights with all the other guys , especially axl .

this is also tied in with the rlly strong sense of justice that neurodivergent people feel !! the reason he’d stand up and talk back when everyone else could just let it go

easier to fall into addiction and harder to get out of it . places a vice on his brain , trapping him in dependency on the drugs and making it so much more difficult to quit — why it took him so much longer to get sober than any of the others , even after all his health scares

drugs are also a coping mechanism for sensory issues and that awful , isolating feeling of being built just slightly different than everyone else

UM ???? LIKE EVERYTHING ABOUT STEVEN POST GNR + LEAVING THE BAND IS JUST SCREAMING RSD ??? like the abandonment issues built up from his childhood ON TOP of being insanely sensitive to disappointing others / feeling unwanted ?? yeah i fucking understand why he couldn’t let go of it for almost twenty years of his life that’s like the worst possible thing to go through as someone hypersensitive to feelings of rejection bro . oh my god .

rsd also attributes to him being really eager to please especially with friends , and trying to talk himself up and seem cool and on their level and worth keeping around :(

i do also think it is likely that he learned to mask a LOT of his symptoms , of course not all of them ( as we can pretty obviously see in like . any video ever taken of him ) but a lot of the less socially acceptable ones he naturally forced himself to hide :( 

[artdcnaldson]

https://www.tumblr.com/artdcnaldson/759016621811646464/praying-for-it-to-happen-to-you-bc-im-too-nervous

I’m in the same boat as you, and I’m too scared to even try and catch up i’m 23 w no romantic / sexual experience and it makes me so upset , but I am too terrified to try cuz I don’t think I’m appealing to men (lol idk if I’m saying this right ) and I happen to be a straight girly

I need someone to approach me first cuz there’s no other way , and this feels impossible cuz everytime I bring this up to my friends they’re like ‘’it’s ur energy, the energy you put out is what you receive’’ i have no idea what they mean other than be extroverted and look a certain way.

I know for a fact there is nothing wrong w my energy, i hit it off w girls and guys in a platonic way constantly (I literally work in public relations I have to have good people skills!!). ALSO I refuse to believe straight men are these Intuitive creatures who can ‘read energy’ they’re literally the shallowest demographic on the planet , I have no idea and I keep hearing this advice from my friends who get male attention

And also I’ve been on dating apps, I’ve been set up and I’m not attracted to anyone (when I had to text this one man I wanted to throw up) it’s just so hard I’m so tired 😭

I love them but they don’t get it, and everytime I hear this it makes me want to tear my hair out ,, feels like I’ll never be seen in that light and I’ll be stuck wondering what’s wrong with me

Omg sorry I went on a tangential rant 😭😭😭😭

But anyway my point was that ur not alone in this and good things will happen for sure ❤️‍🩹

I’m 🔮anon at poppy’s blog and if it’s not taken can I be the same anon here also pleek 🙏

Ofc you can baby <3 welcome 🔮 anon <3

But it’s genuinely the fucking worst and it feels like no one gets it!!! It’s so fucking damaging to the psyche to make it THIS far without having romantic experience like. I’m sorry but I cannot take advice from anyone not in the same boat seriously. Like clearly we are living to drastically different lives!!!

And literally about not liking anyone and wanting to throw up messaging people…… you’re so real for that. I’m the exact same way and idk if it’s a defense mechanism or what at this point. I’m just so used to literally being completely overlooked and ignored that it’s like well… I’ll just do that first 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ it’s like u said, that feeling of something just being inherently wrong with u like…. Exactly!! Like if someone would just be honest and say what it was about me that wasn’t good I could just fix it yk?

I also feel like completely unsexy and unappealing, like I feel like I’m the type of person that someone will end up settling for once I’m like 35 and desperate but even then like probably not yk!! Who wants to date someone that no one else has wanted so it’s like !!?!?

Anyways now I went on a tangential depressing rant so we’re even <3

[vilevenom]

hurt comfort for fem branch please 😭

I hc her as autistic so maybe male poppy reassuring her

Ik u don't really care ABT the genders, but I'm heavy projecting on branch cause I kin him and I am DYING today

Thank you SO SO SO much for writing it if you decide to

HELLO ANON!

I am SO sorry that you sent this ask around a week ago and I'm only able to give you something now. I also hope I'm not posting this too late for you 😕 (This is the first night on my vacation I've managed to dig my laptop out) I wrote this pretty quick, and I didn't give it a good read over to properly edit it, but I hope you like it, and that you're doing okay ❤️❤️❤️ P.S-I'm not well verse in regards to austism, so I'm not super comfy writing it. I used my own experiences with overstimulation and sensory overload to write this

It had been…a day. An overwhelming, awful day. And it wasn't even close to being over yet.

Branch had woken up feeling like today wasn't necessarily going to be a bad day, but she knew it wasn't necessarily going to be a good day, either. Of course, that had been before she'd even gotten out of bed. Once she'd pushed herself up and threw her legs over the side, she'd near instantly knew the day was going to be a struggle. The floor was too cold under her feet, none of her clothes felt like they fit on her body quite right, every light was either too bright or too dark, and none of the food in her bunker was appetizing.

Things only got worse when Poppy showed up to drag her out for the morning music routine. She'd gone, of course. She couldn't let Poppy down. However, stepping outside had proven to be the worst decision she'd made yet. The sun was far too bright, and everyone in the village was so loud. And there were just so many trolls participating in the music number, it made her feel like she was in a teeny, tiny room, instead of out doors.

Thankfully, once the song was done and over with, she managed to sneak away quickly to catch her breath and recenter herself somewhat, before Poppy found her once again. She was invited to breakfast with the Snack Pack, which she felt obligated to accept, despite her negligible appetite. She thought, perhaps, she could get away with picking at a muffin while sitting next to Poppy so the King of Pop could direct and hold conversation without needing much, if any, input from her. Unfortunately, that was not to be the case, as Poppy kept prompting Branch to speak. It was exhausting.

Finally, once breakfast was over Branch thought she was at last free and clear. She bid farewell to the snack pack and tried to sneak away, but Poppy wasn't having any of it. He appeared in front of Branch just as she thought she had made it to safety.

"CUPCAKES! Poppy," Branch wheezed, patting at her chest as her heart felt like it was trying to escape her chest. To say that the surprise had also caused her irritation and irritability to spike was also an understatement. She scowled without thought at the pink troll, a low growl escaping her. "What is it?!"

Poppy looked distraught at Branch's anger, shrinking in on himself a little. "Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come with me while I go take care of some errands around the village before lunch with Nova Swift to talk about an upcoming fashion show."|

Branch immediately deflated at Poppy's apology, though she still felt like she might explode if prodded just the wrong way. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap," she sighed, rubbing at her forehead, "You know I would normally love to join you around town, but today I just-" She groaned and waved her hands through the air. "I don't know how to describe it. Today everything just feels like too much. I don't think I can handle any more…anyone."

Poppy blinked, obviously a bit surprised by Branch's response. Which was to be expected, really. What troll didn't like to socialize and make plans for big events? Branch knew, even after all the work she'd put in to being a better troll, she was still very much an odd one out.

"Oh," Poppy hummed, rubbing his hands together for a moment, before giving a little nod. "Okay."

It was Branch's turn to blink in surprise, not having expected Poppy to take her at face value so easily or quickly. "Wait…really? You're okay if I skip out on today?"

Poppy's face melted into a warm smile, offering a quick nod. "Of course, Branch. You've been doing so much around the village lately, you deserve a day to relax."

"Oh, thank you," Branch felt her shoulders slump as her chin fell to her chest. She heard Poppy chuckle and only jumped slightly when she felt his hand land on her shoulder.

"Of course! You know I just want you to be comfortable and happy."

"Thanks, Poppy," Branch hummed, offering Poppy a strained smile.

"Any time. Now, let's get you back to the bunker," Poppy said as he moved behind Branch to gently take her by the shoulders and direct her towards her bunker.

Everything seemed like it was going relatively well after that, and Branch shuffled towards her bunker with Poppy following shortly behind. That was, of course, until a random troll suddenly jumped from the bushes in front of them screaming about an impromptu dance party. Branch bristled as Poppy froze behind her and music erupted from every direction, while trolls hurried into the area to start dancing and singing along to the music.

Branch felt like her head was going to explode, quickly lifting her hands to her ears to try and block out some of the sound. She squeezed her eyes shut, a quiet whimper leaving her even as he breathing began to quicken, along with her heart beat. The world felt like it was closing in around her as she curled in on herself, crouching down and just barely resisting the urge to wrap herself protectively in her hair.

It took a solid minute for Branch to register hands on her shoulders again, let alone the fact that someone was even talking to her. She blinked a few times, feeling like she was clearing her vision of static until she could see Poppy crouched in front of her.

"Poppy?"

"There you are! C'mon, Branch. I'm going to get you out of here," Poppy said over the din of the other trolls in the area partying.

Branch simply nodded, watching in mild confusion as Poppy turned and gestured towards his back. "Up you get, come on," Poppy urged, finally making Branch realize that the King was offering her a piggy back ride. Sluggishly she moved, struggling to get her limbs to cooperate.

Once Branch was settled over Poppy's back with her face buried in bright pink hair, the King began to move quickly through the crowd, easily and effectively dodging around anyone that tried to get him to dance. Somehow, he managed to get away from the spontaneous party and got Branch back to the bunker. He didn't let her down, however, until the two were down the elevator and in Branch's living room. Carefully, he deposited her on her couch, quickly whisking away to fetch a glass of water, pressing it into her slightly shaky hands when he returned to her.

"You okay?"

Branch shook her head, feeling like her voice was stuck in her throat, unable to verbally respond.

"Okay. What would you like to help make you feel better?"

A quiet whine escaped Branch, her shoulders shifting up to her ears, eyes downcast, wishing she could force her voice to work, but nothing was forthcoming. She would love nothing more than to respond to Poppy, who was being so kind and caring, only to receive silence back.

After a beat Poppy snapped his fingers, causing Branch to jump and stare at him with wide eyes. "Oops," he laughed awkwardly, "Sorry. But, uh, how about we stick to yes or no questions? That way you can just nod or shake your head?"

Branch perked up and gave a little nod, a wobbly little smile making its way onto her face.

"Okay, perfect! Would you like a blanket?"

Branch thought for a moment, before giving a short nod. Poppy grinned and was off like a shot, returning not a minute later to carefully drape a thick, cozy blanket around Branch's shoulders. It took her a moment to recognize it was one of her favorites to snuggle up with. Poppy must have noticed one of the times he was over to hang out.

"All right! Now, you've got water already. And it's nice and quiet down here. Would you like company? And by company, I do just mean me," Poppy said with a little grin. Branch let out a near silent laugh, before nodding slightly, thought she frowned after a beat, opening her mouth, only to snap it shut again a moment later with a little look of concern on her face.

Poppy frowned, only to chuckled and move to sit next to Branch on the couch. "Oh, don't worry about the village. I'm sure they'll be fine without me."

Branch let out a breath, humming quietly with a nod, forever grateful that somehow Poppy could read her like an open book. She took a few tentative sips of her water before setting the glass aside, then turned a mild look of trepidation towards Poppy. It lasted for only a moment before she let out a huff of breath, a mild scowl of determination settling itself on her face. Poppy offered a lopsided, confused smile as Branch shifted around on the couch, tossing half of the blanket over Poppy's shoulders, before curling up next to his side.

"Oh," Poppy breathed, a slow grin working its way across his face, before he settled his arm around Branch's shoulders and tugged her more firmly into his side. "Yeah, you know I'm always good for cuddles," he sighed, resting his cheek against Branch's hair, more than pleased to feel her breathing even out where she was pressed against his side.

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hellooo!! helloo!! I have... I have TWO QUESTIONS!! 1. How would each of them react to someone being homophobic/transphobic towards them? 2. uhhh how would they react if they saw their parents? especially the ones that don't like/have never met parents (i was gonna put something else for the second one but uhhh i frogor uh oh)

OH BOY TWO QUESTIONS!! Ok lets all pray Tumblr doenst eat this its gonna be a lot

Ok first question, how would they react to someone being queerphobic to them?

Eddie: “mhm… sure…” he does not care. He deosnt really listen to people in the first place, the second you start trying to offend him he just tones you out. He does not give half a shit. Maybe if you keep talking.. a fuck will fall into his hand!

Poppy: being queerphobic to her?? Eh. Who cares. She lived through a homophobic cult and also bigoted parents, shes got tough skin. Being queerphobic to her children? PREPARE TO CATCH THESE TALONS BIIIITCH

Julie: absolutely roasts you. She takes one look at you and digs up your nastiest trauma some how. Like this “ew a girl dating a girl thats gay (idk how to be homophobic)” “? *looks up and down* okay? I didn’t ask, go tell your mom. Oh, wait shes dead isn’t she? And your father isn’t even present, he left when you were 6 and you had to rely on your Grandfathers homophobic ideology and your Grandmothers abuse. I don’t care what you have to think.” Then the homophobe just lays on the floor in the fetal position.

Sally: “196.251.208.6” get doxxed.

Frank: he just starts crying :( then he goes and tells Eddie and hes gonna stab you

(How do you even be homophobic to someone questioning??) Barnaby: “I know my identity isn’t the root of your anger.. come here, sit down, lets talk it out..” uuuh free therapy? He just summons tea bc all grandpas have the ability to just summon tea

Howdy: i actually have no idea. Ik hes sort of gotten this reputation as violent but hes- guys hes pathetic. He probably just laughs at them and shoos them away, maybe pull the gun from under the counter if he needs to

OK ooo o this ones a little less fun.. if they met their parents

Eddie: quick Eddie lore he was raised in joint custody, his parents hate each other so… uhm.. were getting the gang back together! He’d probably just sit with his face in his hands as his parents fight like “Ohmygod.. guys stop” they blame each other for how Eddie ended up and hes like “Im literally right here”

Poppy: shes long gotten over her fear of her parents. She’s happy and thats all that matters, she’ll happily tell off her parents like a GIRLBOSS YEAAAHHH happily explain how she escaped the cult they sent her too and how happy she is rn

Julie: uhm.. Julie’s parents are dead. Next question. Lmao ok but fr if she like.. came back to life she’d be so happy :3 she, and all the other joyfuls, were raised by a single mom and Julie got all her “men are trash, defend urself, never be afraid to punch a man” type ideology from her mom and her mom was super accepting and she misses herrr :((

Sally: now you may think Sally has a terrible relationship with her parents.. but she doesnt :3 shes unable to see her mom (for agoraphobic, mental health, and also legal reasons) but she loves her a lot. Her mom did sort of raise her in shitty conditions, but Sally doesn’t blame her at all and misses her a lottt wah

Frank: no

Barnaby: ooohh no… so uuh lore for those that dont know, Barnaby’s parents gave him up to the “”””boarding school”””” when he was four and he doesnt remember them. He’d probably be happier then he should to meet them, but most definitely get gaslit by his parents :( like they have what Barnaby thinks is a normal conversation but really isnt.. someone stop it q-p

Howdy: he fuckin loves his dad!! And all his family!!! And he sees them regularly, so itd just be a normal visit

AAA big post ee

Also tumblr didnt eat it thank u tumblr