#but you don't want to get booped by this snoot!

[just-late-roman-republic-things]

So was anyone gonna tell me the Greek navy still has a fully functional trireme?

Her name is Olympias! She was built in 1987 and can sail up to 9 knots (17 km) per hour!

Olympias weighs 47 tonnes, but is remarkably agile, able to make a 180 degree turn within one minute. Everything but the bracing ropes was constructed of the same materials as in ancient Greece. (They used steel instead of hemp rope for cost reasons.)

Experiments with Olympias have helped us understand the capabilities of warships from ancient Greek and Roman times. Triremes like her were built for speed, maneuverability, and aggressive ramming. (Her beak alone weighs 200 kg.) It appears that many of the seamanship feats described by Thucydides were indeed possible!

Olympias is now an exhibit at Naval Tradition Park in Palaio Faliro, Athens, Greece. She's usually dry docked these days, but I've found a couple videos of her at sea!

Edit: Initially got her top speed wrong, sorry. It is now corrected!

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Plzplzplz I need to see reader and bruce meet face to face in disowned verse, I want to see bruce being his emotionally constipated self and reader having none of it. Whenever you have time :)

Dick noted that, while the dogs were happy to see you- whining and making all sorts of happy dog noises, no one barked until they saw him. Making both Bruce and Jason look out the back door, though Jason softened immediately when he saw you holding Pepper and making a fuss over Boris. Lovingly scolding all three dogs for barking at all when you were right there. Bruce's frown deepened for a moment. Clearly, he hadn't expected to have to face Jaybird's other life today.

It was a little funny when you stood upright from distributing pats and snoot boops to see Bruce notice the obvious though. Like he'd forgotten the slide show they've all been shown about how it worked and why it worked and why it was important to one choose your partners responsibly and two be responsible for you health and safety and at all times... Like he ever actually did that in his 20's.

He left space for the dogs to follow you into the house. Like your own little welcome parade- and followed up the rear, shutting the back door behind him and remembering to slip off his shoes. Even if you hadn't this time, snorting a little to himself. You had bigger stuff to worry about, but he wanted to be allowed back to play fun uncle. Dick kicked his shoes out of the way and hurried to the kitchen.

Jason was kissing you hello- not even sticking his tongue down your throat- and Bruce looked uncomfortable. "I didn't know you were coming home for lunch," Jason said, "I just put dinner in the crock pot. I could have made you a sandwich or something too."

"You called me earlier I thought you were bored today, I was gonna put you to work," you pout.

"And it's a slow day at the store too," Jason sighed. Shaking his head as he rubbed your hip. "I'm sorry, Angel." He must have worked you up more than he thought. And now instead of an hour or so of getting pleasantly railed and going back to work relaxed and satisfied you walked into an emotional minefield. God he owed you. He was gonna have to make you come until it got boring.

"You're pregnant," Bruce blurted out.

"Wow, you really are the world's greatest detective," you snap. " pardon me if I don't drop everything to introduce myself to someone who's thrown our lives into an uproar on a whim. If you Sit down and shut up I'll get to you when I'm ready."

"I-" Bruce started

Jason smiled and kissed the side of your head. Not Bruce Wayne, Not the president, not GOD. In your Kitchen as in your shop, your word was LAW. The only place anyone was allowed to outrank you was in the bedroom- and that was when you let them. "I'd do as she says," Jason said, watching you pour glasses of sweet tea and put cookies you'd baked with the kids on a plate. Bruce had been equivocating. Dancing around a lot of things.

But now that you were here. Patently freezing him out. Giving him drinks and snacks because he was there and that was the kind thing to do but otherwise pretending he was a void- treatment BRUCE of all people WAS NOT accustomed to. All while letting him tell Dick about your lives; he found it didn't MATTER about an apology anymore.

Bruce was who he was. And who he was SUCKED at apologies. So what mattered, at least to Jason was if he was ready to accept the apology he got.

[livdem1human]

My Headcanos on how Death would interact with you❤️‍🩹

///Platonic and Romantic///

!Gender neutral

•Platonic•

- First of: He would probably be a little confused why you're not Afraid of him but find it amusing at the same time.

- Would be friendly but try to keep his distance

- Sharing a drink with You and maybe have some small talk won't hurt right? HAH wrong.

- Him Being Death includes not really having someone to talk to so he would probably Talk. A. LOT. (Like have u seen him interact with puss? This puppy wants to be heard)

- He would also enjoy it when you share some of your life Stories, doesn't even matter if they're happy Stories or not.

- Does actually enjoy the time with you.

- If you ask him to meet up again, he would totally be cocky about it.

- Like "Oh you will see me again either way" and then just disappear.

- Will never admit it but totally wants to see you again aswell

- After your first encounter he Would totally just appear next to you some day and start talking to you like it's the most normal thing in the world.

•Romantic•

- You somehow managed to get this oversized Puppy attached to you? Congratulations, you now have to get used to constant jumpscares.

- Fr tho He will just appear out of nowhere.

- Tbh i think he would at first still be a little distant emotionally

- You give him a comfort he never knew he needed

- Can and WILL protect you. Someone tries to hurt? He will absolutely terrorize them.

- Is the biggest softie for you. But look at him with doe eyes and he will melt right then and there.

- definition of "They fell first, he fell harder"

- He LOVES giving you pet names.

- Some he would use on a Daily basis are: Sunshine, Love/ my love, Darling, Dear or Flower

- And then he has specific pet names he uses to tease you: Bunny, Lamb, Dove

- You want him to shut up for once? Boop the snoot.

- Would absolutely nuzzle his cold nose into your neck out of nowhere.

- is pretty cold for someone with fur in general

- You notice hes Tense? Pls Scratch his ears, or rub his sides/Back.

- Is so touch starved, he will lean into any and every physical contact with you.

- he's also extremely cuddly.

-(edit) Love bites >>> fr tho, he would lightly bite into your cheek or shoulder to get your attention

- King of respecting boundaries.

- Will make you wear his Poncho. He loves seeing you in it.

- "It looks better on you anyways my love"

- You feel insecure about something? Oh boy.. the moment he finds out he will snatch you, sit you down on his lap and give you a shit tone of reassurance.

- Honestly i think you don't have to be worried about arguments/ fights with him. This man has been around since the begging of time, he's seen basically everything so making him mad enough for him to actually argue with you would be hard.

- has a constant inner conflict with himself about the whole situation tbh. He knows he shouldn't like you in such ways or even have a relationship with you. But he just can't help himself.

- it's such a chliché, but you're the light in his life (or not life? idk) He won't let anything happen to you.

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Holly shit this turned out longer than expected. I would say it turned out pretty good tho

If you notice any typos or Grammer mistakes pls let me know! English is not my first language ^^°

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Little extra note: I've always loved this song but lately i have to think of him when i listen to it❤️‍🩹

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Hi! *Waves like a weird-o*

You probably already know this, but I absolutely love your writing and you truly are so talented. Please never stop!! Even if you just write for yourself!!!

So I do have a mini request if you don't mind of course. Post-sex cramps? For female reader? Clone of your choice of course and any way you wanna write it; NSFW or NFW.

No rush of course!! Thank you!! ❤️

- Hales

And here is cat + kitten(s) for your troubles. And puppies if you like those better. And a snake if you like those too.

hiiii friend! *waves back like a weirdo* first of all, thank you so much?? for the kind words?? omg. I appreciate you so much—and the pictures of the baybiessssss! I love all of them, please give them snoot boops for me (if they're yours ofc). anyways, I hope this is somewhat in line with what you envisioned! I opted for the fluff/SFW route because I need that tonight lol enjoy! <3

Comforting Touches

Summary: Some HCs and blurbs about how the commander batch comforts you through some post-sex cramping.

Warnings: no actual sex described but still mature content so 18+, minors get outta here; f!reader, fluff, i guess hurt/comfort?, big strong stoic men being soft and loving

Word Count: 1.1k

dividers by @saradika and @dystopicjumpsuit

Cody

Like with many other things in his life, Cody is nothing if not thorough. Meticulous in the way that he picks you apart and puts you back together, painstaking in the image of self-confidence and dominance that he exudes when he’s intimate with you. 

And just as attentive to your needs after he makes you finish several times. If you wince in pain from the cramps beginning to twist your insides, despite the many orgasms he’d given you, he’s all over that. 

Tilts your head to the sides to check your vitals, gets you meds, and frowns when you try to shoo him off. “You’re not goin’ anywhere until you’re good, cyar’ika.” 

More than anything, you’re just grateful to still be sitting on the edge of his bunk. Between the shakiness in your legs from the strain of having him buried inside you just a few minutes ago, and the pain tugging at your body, you have no energy to stand right now. Cody sighs, a furrow deepening between his brows; you can’t resist the impulse to smooth his skin with your thumb. You trace the outline of his scar when his expression doesn’t relax. 

“Did I cause this?” he asks. Despite the way he tries to hide it, you can hear the concern underlying his words. 

Sighing, you shrug with one shoulder. “Kinda. But it’s okay,” you hurry to assure him. “It’s, um, most often caused by...intense orgasm. Or just intense sex. Happens now and then.” 

He blinks at you, your words clearly taking a moment to compute. Almost unbidden, a small groan escapes him. “O-Oh.” 

“Mhm.” You clench your teeth as another wave of cramps knifes through you. “Worth it.”

He cups your face in one hand, the other resting on your bare thigh, kneading your soft flesh. “Good. Because I can’t promise I won’t be able to keep myself from making you cum like that again.” 

His words are a promise, and you know Cody never breaks promises.

Wolffe

Listen I know we all think Wolffe is this hard-ass, mean dom (and he is) but he’s also very caring. Hard shell, gooey insides.

The minute you show signs of being in any kind of discomfort he’s right there, cradling you to his chest, smoothing his warm palms over your thighs, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. 

“Where’s it hurt, mesh’la?” 

You curl in on yourself within Wolffe’s embrace, your body trying to wrap itself around the dull pain blossoming in your center. Though pleasure lingers in your limbs, this unfortunate side-effect of sex occasionally makes an appearance, particularly after a good romp with Wolffe. Normally it’s not so bad, but right now, you just want to squeeze into a ball and sleep until the cramping fades.

“M’sorry if I hurt you,” Wolffe rumbles in your ear, his voice soft and quiet. “I know I can be rough.” 

“S’not that,” you say with a small smile. “Just...does this when it’s really good.”

“That seems counterintuitive.” 

You bark a short laugh. “Tell that to whoever designed the female human body.” 

Wolffe tucks your head under his chin and presses a large, warm hand over your tummy to act as an impromptu heating pad until the cramps dissipate, his lips pressing chaste, close-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulders to help distract you. You hum in contentment, drawing lazy circles on his bare hip, relishing how his muscles flex under your touch.

Fox

If the cramps take a bit to set in, and you’re both already re-dressed and ready to go about your days, Fox will still immediately put his very busy schedule on hold to make sure you’re okay. 

Gives you pain meds, extra water, and kisses you sweetly. “Why don’t you lay on the couch here for a bit until you feel better, sarad?” 

If/when you protest, he simply gives you his best deadpan look—which is quite good, considering he’s perfected it through use on his men—and crosses his arms, cocking his hip. 

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, the slight smile tugging at your lips vanishing into a twisted grimace at the next wave of cramping. Fox sighs and ushers you to the old, ratty couch he’d acquired for his office. He guides you to sitting down at the least, and nods in approval when you draw your legs up to your chest and hug your knees to put pressure on your center where the cramps are the worst. 

When he goes to turn away, you reach out to snag his hand, threading your fingers through his. “Fox?” 

“Hm?” He looks down at you, graying curls sweeping over his forehead. 

“Sit with me?” 

“Of course.” He graces you with a soft smile, retreats for just a moment to retrieve his datapad, and settles into the couch next to you. He rests one arm along the back of the couch; you snuggle into his warmth, grateful that he hasn’t yet put on the top half of his armor, and let your eyes drift shut, listening to the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of his fingers over his datapad while he works. You’d be able to fall asleep there, in post-orgasmic near-bliss. 

Rex

Rex realizes that something is amiss the moment that you don’t roll over to cuddle him after he returns from getting you a warm rag to clean off with.

When you simply groan your answer, the post-sex cramps clenching your insides a little more intensely than you’re used to, he’s instantly in Protective Partner Mode. 

“I’ve got you, cyare.” 

With strong, steady hands, Rex gently repositions you on the bed so that you’re lying on your front, before settling his knees to either side of your thighs. His thumbs, calloused and rough, rub slow, comforting circles along your spine, from your butt to your neck and back. Though he knows by now that he can’t do much in the way of helping your cramps aside from offering pain meds (which he retrieves as soon as he realizes what’s going on), he can offer you relaxation of other sorts. 

His practiced hands work away all the knots and kinks in your back, urging your entire body into a state of bliss beyond the post-orgasm glow. 

“How’s this, cyare?” he asks, voice quiet, contemplative. 

“Feels s’good,” you mumble, face smushed into the sheets. “Thank you, Rex.” 

“Always.” He leans over you to press a kiss to the side of your head. “I’d say that I’d stop doing whatever causes these cramps, but—”

“Don’t you dare,” you interrupt, playfully glaring out of the corner of your eyes. “You know damn well the orgasms you give are worth this discomfort.” 

He preens just a little at that, and if he happens to give your butt a squeeze or two while resuming his massage, well, that’s his deal. 

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[papermonkeyism]

This post can be found in my devArt, (link), please use that for linking if you need the reference, thank you!

Wingbeans

The funny little griffin-y things colloquially known as wingbeans are flightless, roughly cat-sized, seemingly mammalian creatures with curious nature.

They resemble bipedal cats with chicken feet, but not quite. They are usually covered in soft, floofy fur, except for their hind legs and pawpads. They have soft snoot covering their mouths, which they will boop into things and people they like. Snoot bumps are their way of saying hello.

They have big, bright eyes with vertical slit pupils, and their nostrils are hidden beneath the floof of the snoot. They trust their sight and hearing more than their sense of smell.

They have short arms with three fingers, that are usually held tucked against their chest. The fingers usually have hidden cat claws.

Their wings are small and covered in soft, fluffy feathers, that are used mostly as display and as an additional pair of arms when climbing. The wings have five fingers in a fluff mitten, each having a paw pad, which is where the name wingbean comes from. In a wild type 'bean only the thumb of the wing has a retractable claw, like a cat, to use as climbing grip and for defence.

Their legs are usually hairless from ankle down, and have four toes, three pointing forwards and a small dewclaw pointing backwards. The foot claws are dull, and non-retractable.

They usually have long floofy tails, though there are short tailed and even bobtailed variations. It is also possible to have a tuft tipped tail.

Wingbeans are omnivorous, and as a species aren't picky about what they eat, though personal preferences vary wildly.

Wingbeans can have anywhere between 1 and 4 kittens (also called beanies or beanlings) at a time, most often 2. The kittens are born within a soft leathery egg shell, and they hatch usually within few hours after birth. They nurse their young like mammals.

Mom takes care of the kittens untill they're big enough to fend for themselves, though the offspring often stays nearby even as adults. The 'beans are social creatures who enjoy hanging out with friends, so big family groups (be they actually related or adopted) aren't unusual.

Wingbeans are considered fully grown at one year old, and in the wild their life span tends to be around 20 years, though domesticated 'beans can get a lot older.

Wild wingbeans come in a wide variety of markings and their colors cover all shades of browns and grays, but some have been bred to display brighter colors and strange markings, including unnatural ones. All coat types and lengths are possible; short haired, long haired, curly coated, maned, etc.

They have no apparent sexual dimorphism, and gender appears to be an optional feature to them.

Wingbeans are meant to be fun creatures, and to bring joy and fun.

Wingbeans are not meant for making money. They can be created freely, and they may be gifted, but they shall not be sold.

If you want to get rich by making weird little griffin-y things, make your own species.

Can I make my own wingbean?

Yes you can!

Can I make wingbean adoptables?

As long as you don't sell the designs for real life money. Giving them away for free, or trading them for virtual stuff such as virtual petsites' in-game currency, or things like art or poetry is fine.

Can I make wingbean NFTs/sell them for crypto stuff?

No.

Can I commission people to draw my wingbean?

Yes! Also, while wingbeans themselves aren't meant to be bought with money, do pay artists for the work they do. Artists need to eat too.

Can I commission an artist to design me a wingbean?

I'd say that still counts under the commission clause, so yes.

Can I use them in my D&D/TTRPG campaign?

Sounds fun, sure!

What if I want my wingbean to have rainbow colors?

Sure. Maybe your 'bean was bred by a wizard or something. Have fun!

Can my wingbean have raptor claws?

Sounds awesome. Go for it!

Can my wingbean have horns or other fancy details?

Did your 'bean wander in the way just as you were about to cast polymorph, didn't it?

You said they are flightless, but what if I want my wingbean to be able to fly?

Sounds like it was either born with bigger wings, or it can levitate. Either way sounds cool.

Can I make a wingbean of a big cat species?

That might stretch the definition of a wingbean, but if you feel like it's still wingbeany enough, then sure, go for it!

Do they have whiskers?

They can, if you want.

Are wingbean legs scaly like bird feet, or leathery?

Whichever you want. Both are good.

Are there any rare or limited features or markings?

The rarity of those depend entirely on what kinds of 'beans people create. If half the people making wingbeans decide to make theirs blue, then I guess blue isn't a rare color at that point, now is it?

But how will I know if my wingbean is special?

It's special because it's yours. No wingbean belongs behind paywalls.

What would a hairless wingbean look like?

Considerably less fluffy.

[res-on8]

Let me tell you about the Original Boop War

In light of Tumblr's boop button and subsequent World War Boop, I would like to inform you all of the physical boop war I had 6-7 years ago.

I met a really good friend of mine in the theatre we were tech/crew for in college, and we literally forged our friendship through the so-called Boop War. I was a 3rd year/junior and he was a 1st year/freshman. He was always a weird, funny, and interesting guy, but in his second semester, I decided one day to give him a friendly boop on the nose as he was just standing there.

He replies, "Oh, my favorite part of boops is getting someone back when they least expect it!"

"Haha, I've never heard of that!" I said. And so began the Boop War.

*Story below the cut*

We would do almost anything we could to get in a boop on one another. Everyone else in the shop would occasionally ask us who was winning, and for the first two semesters, we only kept track of who was up or down, not the actual numbers exchanged.

There were a few rules, such as: must touch the tip of the nose, and the boop war only took place during work (meant we could hang out doing normal things without paranoia), also no booping when on ladders, using saws, or doing other activities that could cause harm when dodging a boop. You had to say "boop" when administering a boop, otherwise it wouldn't count. We went so far as to include half-boops when someone like very barely touched a nose, or if someone didn't announce it.

Anyway, we kept track of wins by semester. I won the first, my friend the second, and then I got the third. The third and final semester, we did actually keep track of exchanged boops (21 to 20).

However, even if I won the Boop War, he got in the single best boop. "Hey, [Res], what's the element on the periodic table labeled 'A-h?'"

My thoughts were slow. I was a physics major, not a chem major. "Uhhh....I don't think there--?"

"THE ELEMENT OF SURPRISE!!!!! BOOP!!!!!!!" he shouts before running away.

I was stunned for a few moments before cracking up along with everyone else who witnessed.

This is all to say that while I love this virtual boop button on Tumblr, the one true Boop War in my heart is from January 2017 to April 2018. Tumblr only just getting to our level.

(And, yes, I did tell that friend about this feature. He was as charmed by it as me, and we both agreed how much we missed the Boop War.)

((This is also the same friend whose birthday is two days after mine, so we celebrate OUR birthday on the day in between. We call at least once every year on that day to catch up and reminisce.))

(((He is still in my phone contacts as Boople Snoot, has been for years)))

*((((Edit to add the cut because I wanna pin this and I don't want it crazy long lol))))*

[legacyshenanigans]

Hello B!! I have come once again to bless your day and also ask some strange stuff again because I have no self control apparently 💚🐲 (I promise this time it's just me being curious)

Before I say anything I just have to thank you a billion times for the snake Gaunt boys snip bits from yesterday you absolutely killed it and I will forever love you for it 💚💚💚💚🐍🐍🐍🐍 oh and here.... have some gold and diamonds from my hoard 🪙🪙👑👑💎💎

Now the actual ask, since you've dropped the Rerek's opinions on everyone video I've been thinking, we've gotten to know a lot about our favourite boys Marvolo and Rowan but what about our favourite danger noodle?!! 🐍🐍

I'm not sure if you already gave some snip bits about him I tried to look but I couldn't really find any fun facts about our precious snake boy so I want to ask if you could tell us some interesting details about him....I don't know something like:

What's his favourite food?

What does he like to do in his spare time?

What exact breed of a snake is he? (I think he might be a rainbow python judging by the picture but I just want to be sure)

Was he given to Marvolo as a baby or did Marvolo find him and take him in himself?

And these might be a bit random but:

What's his favourite memory growing up with the Gaunts?

What would he do if Marvolo walked up to him without saying a word and booped him on the snoot?

And the last one what would human Rerek look like?

Sorry if I'm asking a lot I know your busy but I still wanted to ask since I absolutely adore all of your characters and I want to get to know them all as much as you can let me 💚💚💚💚🐍🐍🐍🐍

As always have a wonderful day!!! With lots of love your curious little Dragon friend 🐉💚🐍🐍

Consider me blessed 😊💚

Aw you're welcome! 💜

I've done some HCs on Rerek before, but I'll happily do it again and answer these, I love it when people take such an interest in my world and lore. 🥹💚

Rerek HCs

His favourite foods are nifflers and puffskiens, he just has a prefered taste for those, he also eats human body parts from the Den.

Rerek is a simple creature, in his spare time he mainly just likes to bask in his Vivarium, but he often also asks Marvolo if they can go out for walks in the woods

He's a golden child reticulated Python

Rerek was gifted to Marvolo by Aleister when Rerek was a snaklett and Marvolo was 9yo

His favourite memories were simply getting to know Marvolo, and developing a strong bond with him. Marvolo and Rerek adore each other, and have a very powerful bond.

Hehe, I'll do a script for that question 💚

Rerek: *minding his business*

Marvolo: *wanders over smirking, and simply boops his nose without saying a word*

Rerek: (?!) ...Urgh, I fucking hate it when you do that.

Marvolo: *chuckles*

Rerek: *chuckles back* But because its YOU..I'll allow it..

You know what, I've never really thought about how he'd look as a human! But I'd say he'd actually be rather inkeeping with the Gaunts aesthetic! With his voice being what it is, he wouldn't be young, y'all gotta remember Rerek IS AN OLD MAN NOW! 🤣 I picture an older gentlmen, tall, slender, high and prominent cheekbones. While writing this I decided to go and heavily edit one of my Marvolo pics to how I'd see Rerek as a human, and this is what I settled on.

You're not asking a lot! Don't worry, this was fun! 😊💚🐍

Thank you so much, hope you have a wonderful day too! 💜💜

~

[abiiors]

a ross blurb where they go get a new puppy 🥹

awwww that is so adorable 🥹 he is absolutely so attached to dogs and i thinks dogs love him back equally but he would be so hesitant about adopting one. he doesn't want to just get one and then keep it locked in an empty house so he's always denied himself it, being content with spoiling his friends' dogs instead (seriously tho, where is mayhem?). anyway now that you're in the picture, and you've been in the picture for a while, he feels comfortable knowing that the puppy won't be alone at home when he's gone so it's not very difficult to convince him about it. (you basically just bombard him with cute dog reels and tiktoks until he's actually weeping at a tiny tiny puppy and then you pounce on him with the "let's get one"). it starts off very slow; you're only going to research some shelters around you, that's it. but one night in bed while you're reading your book, you hear a quiet gasp that he cuts off quickly. suspiciously quickly. so you look at him and narrow your eyes but you don't even have to ask about it before he's shoving his phone in your face like "look, baby, isn't this place just perfect??!' (it is, and it's one you'd been looking at yourself but he doesn't need to know that) anyway, he's so excited and grinning that you instantly make plans to visit on the weekend. which you both literally wait for so so eagerly. again, on the day of, he has some doubts and worries. you can tell how much he wants a puppy but he's worried about not being able to give it proper love and care (he's an absolute sweetheart). so you go in. the shelter, predictably, smells like dogs and cats and other animals and both of you feel a bit like kids at christmas simply because you want to take all of them home so badly. there are some babies, some fully grown adult dogs. there are chihuahuas and pomeranians and golden retrievers. there's even a husky or two and german shepherd in a far corner. the volunteer asks you some questions like what kind of traits you're looking for and if you've had a dog before. all the while you walk around, scratching puppies behind their ears and giving their cold snoots lil boops. ross coos at each one, calls them a good boy/girl. until your eyes land on a specific puppy.

a rottweiler.

the volunteer tells you that she's not exactly a puppy, just a bit older but that they rescued her from a dog fighting situation and she's been with them since. she's too young to be a part of something like that to begin with but people aren't exactly known for their morals all the time. ross is a bit worried about her being aggressive but all of that evaporates as soon as he puts his hand inside her crate through the bars and she nuzzles it with her soft lil head 🥺. not just that, she looks at the two of you with, quite literally, the biggest puppy eyes you've ever seen. you frown. her little face is littered with small scars. her ears are clipped but then she woofs and it's the sweetest sound ever. both of you are instantly smitten and have your heart set on her. you and ross look at each other, wordlessly communicating how much you love her and she seems to sense it too because suddenly she yips and playfully nips at your fingers. gives you kisses all over your hands.

so there's no looking further anymore. you start the process, comply with all the checks and inspections before, by the end of the week, you have your precious lil baby in your arms <3

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(sorta basing this on a friend's dog, jenny, who was the sweetest girl ever🥹)

[hallucinateonpaperspines]

Is it wrong if I kinda want to see the humans take(kidnap) some cybertronians and then treat them nicely but the bots think they are gonna eat them ?

Not at all, I too have that particular itch in my brain, and I actually have a similar interaction planned for a certain con.

Of course, there is the unintentional horror element 'cause, hey, Earth is a cybernetic nightmare and we've got a lot of unknowns to explore. I'm half tempted to make a character that's partly based on the Florida snoot-booping videos from the guy who goes barefoot into the Everglads, but, yeah, just picture that type of energy mixing with bots who've heard the rumors about humanity.

Just picture a 'bot or con that's been stranded on Earth. They're lucky if they don't wind up near the poles where they could freeze to death, or an active magma site that might as well be a smelting pit. Where they do land is a completely new environment with unidentified flora and fauna. Flora and fauna that, if not predatory, have defenses befitting of a death world. Starving, alone, stranded in a world with a complex food chain that's rapidly figuring out how you fit in, and it's not very high.

And then you meet them.

They look like you in the dark, but they also... don't.

Proportions aren't quite right. The silence as they move is offputting, the lack biolights is enough to make your plating bristle. But it's the emptiness, the void in the air where an EM field should be that tips you over the edge.

Denta flash, your systems freeze. Programs that have laid dormant withing your very species for eons suddenly awaken and suddenly you are not your designation, not your allegiances, not your past, and you have no future.

You are prey. And that is a predator coming ever closer.

The few energon scraps the monster brings is just to fatten you up; keep the spare meal alive because the living must taste so much better with energon still pumping and the protoform still warm. When the monster takes you from the wreckage, it's just bringing you to its den for convenient snacking. Chasing off the creatures that howl in the darkness, or snarl in the daylight is simply a hunter guarding its catch. Death is all that awaits you, a pointless, lonely death as you're torn apart by the very malformed servos that carry your dented frame across the scorching ground.

Oh yes, you're going to die. At any time, you're going to die. It'll be soon. Eventually.

Anytime now.

The monster just keeps flashing its denta at you and chittering to itself. Just as the complexities of an EM field are alien to it, so are the masteries of vocals alien to you.

The concern goes over your helm. The affectionate tone is mistaken for hostile. Wordless murmurs of assurance, friendly pats, and promises are misunderstood and misconstructed into a nightmare of your own making. Yet, in the end, it doesn't matter.

You're going to be helped whether you like it or not, and while the humans who stumbled upon you might not know how to get you home, they're sure as hell going to keep you alive. No matter how much trouble you get yourself into. Afterall...

What are friends for?

And that's accidental meetings. Think about the political hostage situations.

[brunchable]

Book of the Damned (Halloween Special Oneshot) || Sinister Strange x Reader

Word Count: 1.9K Warning: Dark Themes, Heavy Violence and Gore, Mentions of blood, Symptoms of Possession. A/N: I dunno who wants to be tagged or not so I just tagged the people who I see in my notifs often hehe.

Demonic Oppression: Activity steps up with physical attacks, sleep disturbances including regular nightmares, frequent and severe illnesses, major depression or anxiety, severe financial or employment problems, and relationship troubles. tags: @goldencherriess @gaitwae @classicrebound @gwephen @thealleydog @lucimorningst4r @allie131313 @dragonqueen89 @xunquish-blog @d0ct0rstrangewife @pinkplayer14 @ironstrange1991 @mirikusashes @strangeobsessed @jyessaminereads @boop-le-snoot @pinkthick

You squeezed toothpaste onto your toothbrush and began brushing. Every move you made these days was tentative, measured and usually uninterrupted. But it would only take one tug on your t-shirt, one jab in your ribs and you'd be packing and running again, looking for the next cheap hotel where you might go unmolested for a few days. But the thing wouldn’t leave you alone for long. It wasn’t as though you lived in a haunted house and could run out the door and be safe. This thing followed you wherever you went.

It had begun when you and some friends had gone to the infamous abandoned Sanctum at the end of the street on Halloween. As kids you've been told to stay away from that house because it used to be the house of a very suspicious man that disappeared without a trace a long time ago. Some say it was because he was a sorcerer and did magic works involving curses and other forms of very dark magic.

Prior to exploring the abandoned sanctum. You had visions of bubbly potions, spell books but what actually awaits your group was something far more powerful.

You and your friends were feeling your way along a corridor where the gloom overwhelmed all of you like a rising tide of black water. You heard what sounded like someone slurping or sucking very close to your ear. It was both disgusting and frightening at the same time. 

“Who’s there?” you yelled, “If that's one of you guys it's not funny!”  You had thought it was one of your friends messing with you. 

"(Y/N)! Over here." You saw your friend peer through down the hallway, waving to you to come over. You jogged to where they were and you found them huddled over a table.

"What did you guys find?" You asked Mavi, halting directly opposite from her on the dusty, circular table.

"Troy thinks it's a spell book. . . I think, It's a souvenir from some random crystal shop." Mavi snorts while she flips the pages and Troy glares at her.

"Who studies ancient languages here? It clearly says Darkhold." Troy traced the words with his finger. 

"Alright then, since you're the expert, why don't you read. . ." Mavi flicked through the book and randomly chose a page, "This." 

"It says it's an awakening spell." Troy held his flashlight towards the book.

"Sigils vicissim, sigils apertas. Et aperi oculos tuos. Carne teneantur tenere tenebras que. Palatium, carcere."

After Troy read those words, silence loomed all around you, not even white noise could be heard. All of your flashlights began malfunctioning and all of you began swearing out of panic as it flickered.

You stood in the darkness for a few moments, just breathing, smacking the light repeatedly in your hand. It was pitch black, your eyes still adjusting after staring at the sickly yellow light for so long. The darkness felt heavy. Really heavy. 

You felt Troy's muffled voice and a gush of wind as if he had been snatched in the dark.

"Troy!?" You and Mavi screamed, but no response.

"Very funny, Troy!" Your voice echoed through the silence. Still, no response.

The pressure on your chest became heavier and you felt like something was watching you and Mavi. The hairs on the back of your neck rise, like a bug buzzing away by your ears, trying to crawl in and get a taste of eardrum. Your head snapping side to side to try and catch a pair of eyes in the shadows. 

You smacked your flashlight again and this time it flickered on. And what you saw made you freeze in fear, causing Mavi to become curious as to what you saw behind her. When she turned around, the entity seized her by her neck and drained her of her soul. You stared at her crumpled body for a moment. The bearded man smiled brightly from across the room with his arm wrapped around her as blood trickled down both his hands and your friend's eyes.

You screamed, of course, and stumbled out, falling back onto the wooden floor and hitting your head. You look back as you heard the loud thud as Mavi's body dripped onto the floor and the man in black had gone like a puff of smoke.

But the thing hadn’t gone away since that day.

You were on the move so much, jobs were hard to hang onto. You had enjoyed the diner job, but after a string of dropped trays and spilled coffees, you had been fired on the spot, even though the owner and his wife liked you. It was the worst thing it had done up to that point.

A party of six sat at a round table in the back of the dining area. You were carrying a tray of plates above your shoulder on one hand when you heard the frightening and familiar intake of breath through moist teeth. It had been right next to your face, like some sick, sex crazed idiot, leaning in, ready to stick his tongue in your ear.

But there was no one there to see. You already knew that. Then you had been struck in the middle of your back with such force that it drove you between two women at the table who only wanted their salisbury steak and mashed potatoes but got you on the slide instead. You landed in the middle of the table. Plates, entrees and sides came raining down on everyone.

Of course no one was going to buy your story about a sinister spectre following you around, terrifying and physically assaulting you at random moments, so you didn’t offer to tell them. You just collected your tips and walked out the door with gravy dripping from the end of your nose.

You finished brushing and wiped your face. It was hot during mid summer that meant it was humid as well. You pulled your thigh length t-shirt over your head and tossed it aside. You tugged on the chain hanging from the ceiling fan and lay down on the bed. The breeze cooled your skin and felt like a stream of cool water running along your body.

You had been sleeping for a couple of hours. What woke you was a tingling on your thigh, like fingertips lightly brushing across your skin. The sensation travelled slowly toward your navel, circled and traversed the valley between your breasts. You kicked the air and threw yourself off the bed. 

“No, stop it, stop it!” you shouted.

But the thing wanted more this time and drove into your abdomen like a lineman on a football team. You landed on your back, the carpet grinding and burning your skin. The thing was on top of you. The sucking sound was next to your ear, and you felt teeth biting your neck. You clawed the air where there should have been a face, but your fingernails found no skin to shred.

You kicked and fought until you were able to scramble to your feet. You grabbed your purse and a robe and bolted out the door. You put the robe on, jumped into your car and left a rooster tail of gravel behind when you exited the parking lot. Hopefully you had left that horrible thing behind as well.

You were on a four lane thoroughfare headed east, trying to obey the speed limit. Your heart had stopped racing and you tried to think about what to do next. Getting another room would be useless. You wouldn’t sleep and that thing would probably show up anyway. You decided you would go home to your apartment. Running wasn’t any safer than home, so you watched for the next off ramp. The traffic was normal, which meant there were a lot of cars on the road.

You felt pressure on her right elbow. The pressure increased, and it grew harder to keep the steering wheel straight. You were drifting toward the centre line dividing your lane from traffic going the opposite direction. The pressure exploded into a solid shove, and you were in the wrong lane with an eighteen wheeler bearing down on you. You screamed and threw all your weight downward onto the right side of the steering wheel. The car veered back to your side of the road, and you recovered control.

You drove for a couple more miles. The lights of a police car were not a total surprise after what just happened. You could imagine the 911 operator trying to handle dozens of incoming calls about a lunatic driver on the expressway.

You pulled to the side of the road, as far away from the speeding traffic as you could. Two officers approached your vehicle. One came to your side, and the other walked around shining a light through your windows.

“Ma’am,” said the first officer in a voice raised so he could be heard above the noise of the traffic. “Could you show me your driver’s licence, registration and proof of insurance, please.”

Your heart was still racing, your hands shook with adrenalin. Sweat rolled down your face and dripped off her chin and nose. 

“Yes, officer. Just…a minute while I try to find it.” you were digging, looking for the envelope that held the documents. You felt the pressure point return again, this time on your upper back. You took the steering wheel in the chest. Cartilage cracked with loud pops, and ribs dislocated. You couldn’t take a full breath to scream.

The officer was stunned. “Ma’am?” He reached for the door handle but instead of stepping toward the car, he was thrust backward into the oncoming traffic. The sound of impact was almost imperceptible due to the speed of the automobile that took him out. His body skidded a few metres with a trail of brains and blood.

The other officer was standing clear of the door, firearm drawn, shouting at you to step out of the car. He kept glancing toward the traffic, hoping against hope for his partner. “Get out of the car, ma’am, get out now!”

“Officer, it wasn’t me, I didn’t do anything,” you screamed back.

The officer’s arm raised slowly and you took a shallow breath of relief. But the arm was bending at the elbow until the barrel was pointed at the officer’s face. Then it was discharged.

You screamed but couldn’t look away.

For one long, horrible second, the police officer stayed standing, trapped in time, his face twisted into something you could nearly call a smile. You could almost look at him and think everything was okay, like there wasn’t a black, finger-thick hole poked in the middle of his forehead. The officer made a horrible gurgling noise and tilted backward and toppled to the ground like a felled tree.

You were frozen in place, sobbing quietly, unable to move, finding it impossible to process the horrible things you'd just witnessed.

Traffic had come to a stop on both sides of the expressway and an eerie silence fell over the scene. You sat in your car, barely able to breathe. You heard the crunching sound of boots on gravel and waited for another officer to step up or maybe an ambulance driver. Have you heard of an ambulance yet? Surely they would come. The crunching stopped. You looked out the window, but there was no one looking back. No one you could see, at least.

“Leave me alone,” you said. The demand came out as a whimper, scared that you were going to be next. Then, for the first time, it spoke.

“Hmmm, broken. I need a new toy.” His deep voice sounded very disappointed and the crunching sound resumed and faded into the night.

[fluffyprettykitty]

Happy new month! :)

Most of these fics and these blogs are 18+ so please be aware, and read the warnings for each fic, you are responsible for your own media consumption. All fics are x reader! If any of the links don't work please let me know! This list is marvel heavy as per usual.

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A Taste Of Your Own Medicine (Moon boys) by @get-your-fics

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned (priest!Bucky Barnes) by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Beg (Brock Rumlow) by @saiyanprincessswanie

Come, Pick Up Your Wife (Natasha Romanoff) by @chelleztjs18

Learn Your Lesson (Steve Rogers) by @late-to-the-party-81

Each Other, Sweet (Joaquin Torres) by @xbuchananbarnes

First Impressions (Stephen Strange) by @dilemmaontwolegs

What if I want it to be real? (Matt Murdock) by @freshabogados

Nothing Lasts but Light (Layla El Faouly, Marc Spector) by @hederasgarden

Kiss me, Kiss me, Kiss me (Moon Boys, Layla El Faouly) by @moonlight-prose

More (Natasha Romanoff) by @wandanatsversion

Easy Early Mornings (Frank Castle) by @barnescastle

Daddy Lessons (Tony Stark, Stephen Strange) by @boop-le-snoot

Midnight Snack (Stephen Strange) by @/wint3r-h3art

A night to remember (Layla El Faouly) by @cutelittleluckysoul

The Third Wheel (Bucky Barnes) by @writing-for-marvel

Untouchable (Selina Kyle) by @/get-your-fics

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Fuck up the Friendship (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes) by @summerofsnowflakes

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[starkiller-queen]

#divemaster diaries

Hi frens! Long time no talk but I hope everyone is doing well 💙 I've been living in Bonaire since June, and I have successfully completed my divemaster internship/certification*. I was officially hired in September, and I'm so glad that I can stay on! Being a divemaster is a lot of hard work (mentally & physically), but I work with an awesome team at Toucan Diving and we all have each other's backs, especially now during high season.

I'm really enjoying the island lifestyle, and everyone I've met here is very friendly. I use a bicycle to get around and I love the freedom of being able to get up and go wherever I want, whenever I want. I live in town so everything is pretty close to home and work. My morning commute only takes 15 minutes and I'm able to use the main boulevard for most of it. The boulevard runs right along the ocean so it's a very nice ride 😎🌅

I know my blog has been dormant for a long time, but I promise I haven't forgotten about you, @mutuals! I miss chatting with each and every one of you! 💗💗💗 I'm very thankful to be able to do what I love everyday, but it is a very demanding job that sadly does not leave a lot of time for fandom indulgence. I always work 7:15 am-4:30 pm or 8:00 am-5:00 pm, so once I get home I'm pretty exhausted (and still need to prepare for the next day, shower, and eat) - oh #adulting 🤪

Here are some snapshots of island life, and I hope you don't mind being tagged: @professional-benaddict @travellermp3 @boop-le-snoot @couldntbedamned @sobeautifullyobsessed @hogans-heroes

[butchbarneygumble]

Blease dump the info

Hi I love you

Okay

Episode I saw just now: "WE GOT A TIP FROM AN ANONYMOUS SOURCE NAMED SEYMOUR SKINNER" Clancy has two brain cells and they're named Lou and Eddie

Listen I just think he's adorable. He's so round. Like one of those Squishmallows everyone is obsessed with. You know that gif of the lady pinching Tom Nook's tummy? That's me. That is entirely and totally me. He's a hardass but he's also soft? Giggling over silly little things... making silly little noises. ahuhhh I wanna boop his piggy snoot

He's been on my mind for a few months now. I desperately crave a big soft man to lean onto, and he's got a sense of authority and none at all at the same time. He's like the ideal mix of haha silly and shoulder to lean on. It's perfect.

I am obsessed with the lil moments he gets when he banters with Lou cuz he gets so sassy. They've got a super fun dynamic and I'd watch an entire episode that's just them going out for coffee after work.

he's canonically just a super cuddly guy which just makes my heart happy. Like. Why did he do this? I don't fricking know. He just saw Marge and Homer making out and decided he wanted to be part of it. Lookit that FACE.

I strongly hc him as bisexual and when I selfship I kind of have him in a polycule with his wife and me. Ralph loves having a dad, a mom, and a dadmom.

(please note I am wholly against police brutality irl and strongly want them to be reformed. He is fictional. Me liking him isn't any worse than people liking Sideshow Bob. Stay safe though. <3)

[genderflu1dwh0r]

Girl Troubles

Jade fucked up royally, she broke a very expensive vase that was passed down generations in Tori's family. She got scolded and Tori ended up panicking on a phone call to her mom. Jade got sent out and tried to find some gifts, she had a very difficult time because nothing could fix this. She ended up in front of a pet shelter, she walked in with empty hands and walked out with a Chow Chow mix. She had gone to Cat's place and got help cleaning the dog up and got him all fresh and clean. Sam was a huge help, cause Cat just wanted to play with the new dog in her home. "Cat! Focus!" Jade and Sam raised their voices. Cat quickly got back to drying the dog. Jade left the dog with Sam and Cat as she picked up some supplies for a dog to take home.

When Jade got back, Cat had put a bow on the dogs head and gave him a bowtie attached to his collar. Jade rolled her eyes and picked the dog up, she thanked them and left. She was nervous driving home, she wanted Tori to be happy, but she knew this dog wouldn't be enough. She knew she had to do a lot more than just get a dog, but she wouldn't admit it just yet. She walked inside with the dog in her arms, it was 1AM, all the lights were off. She snuck upstairs and quietly opened their bedroom door, Tori was sleeping in bed. Jade smiled wide and walked over, placing the dog on the bed. The dog pawed around, but made his way over to Tori, he jutted his snoot into her ear and started to lick.

Tori immediately sat up, trying to get away. She didn't understand what was happening and fell out of bed. Jade went wide eyed, turning the lights on and running over, helping her up. "Baby, baby! Are you ok?" She asked, panicked. Tori stared at her, bewildered. "What was that!?" She asked, looking over at the bed, seeing the dog. "Ohmygod!" She said tiredly, but there was also some excitement. Getting back on the bed, she started to pet the dog. Jade smiled softly and got on the bed, she kissed Tori's forehead. "I know this won't fix it, but you should have a buddy when I can't make you happy." She spoke softly, watching Tori nod and cuddle the dog. She reached over and pet the dog under the ear, smiling wide when Tori giggled. "You need to name this guy." She added.

The dog licked at Tori's face, pawing at her. Tori thought about it, sitting up, holding the dog. "Hmm, Tony." She said smiling, Jade furrowed her brows, laughing. "Wha- Tony?" She asked confused, but leaned over and kissed her girlfriend's cheek. Tori nodded, cuddling Tony. "Yes, Tony is the name. Remember when Kate and Abby named that dog they brought back? They named it Tony after Tony, you really have to keep up." She said softly. Jade nodded. "Ah, NCIS has your brain right now. Have you been watching it while I was gone?" She asked, kissing down Tori's neck. Tori got comfortable, nodding. "Yes, I may or may not be watching it." She said letting the dog down on the bed to roam around. Tony sniffed around, happily, he barked then pounced at a pillow.

The two girls smiled, Jade cuddling into Tori, pressing her face into the crook of her neck. Tori giggled, holding Jade's shoulders. "You dork, stop, that tickles!" She squirmed, trying to get away. Jade held her tighter, pouncing on her and kissing her all over the face. Tori laughed harder, trying to push her away. Tony took this chance to start to bite and attack the pillows, the couple tried their best to stop Tony but also wanted to keep wrestling. Jade sat up, picking Tony up and holding him like a baby. "Tony, please don't do that or I'll hold you like this." She said to him, booping his nose. Tori awed softly, which caused Jade to get embarrassed and set the dog down. "Shush, Vega." She said tackling her girlfriend.

[jaynnie-jane]

What a fucking mess. I still don't know where solid ground is. Some part of me feels more comfortable with this free fall.

I guess I had been carrying the blame with me for the past 9 months. I had been holding onto this little bundle of "not good enough".

It's an easy thing for me to believe too, it took me s LOT of self work to not hate myself for not working full time. So when the ultimatum was made, at a time when through no fault of either of ours my brain twisted in and started to die... of course I decided you must be right and that I was not good enough for you.

I know it's more complex than 15k, for both of us. It always is.

The thing is, I was already working on it. Self work looks different for everyone. I know that for me though the drive for that work has to be intrinsic. When I grabbed that little ball of not good enough, made it my own by empathising and truly understanding where you were coming from I then had one more thing to untangle, one more thing to work through when I was already full up on pychological rot.

I have spent the last 7 months trying to work out where that bundle could fit, knowing every step of the way that it didn't. And it was a wriggly little bugger too! It would constantly grow or shift. And because I had to just shove it haphazardly on the pile of mess that was already there, it's been really hard to even see what was under despite knowing that pile was growing too.

That little bundle of not good enough wasn't something I could move around like I can the others. The other piles of psychological yuck are all mine and I can get them to sort of stick together and blend a bit which helps for stability in every day life. But that little bundle stacked on top was heavy and didn't want to mesh with the rest of my junk. It would roll around because it DOES have a mind of it's own because it was not mine.

Whenever that little bundle shifted and I could see my rot pile, I would check my own pile, untangle a little bit of it which just made that little bundle roll into the hole I created by working on my own issues. And the damned bundle just kept getting bigger!

It got so big and heavy and unruly that I couldn't see my own issues, I couldn't get to them. It would just bobble around whenever I moved, constantly pushing down on me, crushing my rot, getting bigger every day while the issues under kept growing.

That little bundle wasn't mine, nor was it yours. It came from the third entity and I had not realised you had been carrying it the entire time, just like you had not realised there were things from the third entity that I had taken on and decided to carry.

For the first few months after you realised the bundle wasnt yours we played hot potato with it, each time it changed hands it got bigger and more dense. But, I ran out of the strength to throw it back when it managed to get lodged in my pile of stuff that's reserved for "you are responsible for making your partner happy". I suspect that the bundle ended up there because it felt familliar, maybe it was truly your bundle to begin with but because you had been doing a lot of self work you were able to jiggle it free and recognise it. I know you never intended it to crush me. For most people it would probably roll off but my pile of "happy partner" is just a crazy magnet for stuff like that. If I'm not being dilligent with booping it's snoot, it will catch EVERYTHING even when it wasn't even thrown for it! (No! Bad muck puppy, not your problem ball. Drop it, drop iiittt. NO, NOT THERE!! Gorram it, well, I guess that's stuck in there now. Ergh, i gotta touch it... eh I will just leave it for later.)

I feel like I threw away that bundle two days ago. Two days ago I didn't try to give it back, I just made the choice not to carry it any more. The problem though is that third entity, the thing this bundle belongs to, that entity doesn't carry stuff on its own. It's more like a support pokemon that boosts it's team but for whatever reason can't hold an item. Maybe we didn't feed it properly. The second you drop third entities items it feels rejected and it runs away. Sometimes it will try to hide with one person or the other, sometimes it just runs off. Skittish little thing.

The thing I have known to be true about this year is that were I single, I would not have been entertaining the idea of looking after a relationship pokemon. Were I single I would have done a full Jj lock-down, ONLY focus on me and what I want and need. But that wasn't the case and now my shiny, super rare pokemon has been scared away.

On the plus side my muck puppy FINALLY stopped bringing that problem ball back, though he is eyeing it off and I KNOW he wants to pick it up. I think he really misses the pokemon, he does get fed more when its around.

[thicc-ray-of-sunshine]

LMAO HEY you said you wanted maul asks so i'm gonna ask you what is one of your favourite maul features? is there a part of him that you enjoy drawing the most?

for me, a lil favourite of mine is his nose. i love staring at his cute face and his side profile. like obviously he has so many amazing features and i love all of him. but i am literally in love with his nose. it's literally perfect. i can't even express how much i love it and how beautiful and handsome it is. lmao how many hours ive spent staring at gifs of him and his face.....wild. but we don't nearly get enough ray park maul side profile. so cute and sexy. i wanna boop his snoot. and like. i also wanna sit on it. so there's that.

LITERALLY Y E S!!!!! My fave part to draw of his face is absolutely his nose. Its so regal and prominent, it's overly fitting for him. I wanna smooch him on the little diamond tattoos on his nose. And he honestly cuts such a good side profile which is why I keep drawing it lol

His eyes are definitely a runner up though. I could stare into those bad boys all day once I get them right

He's just beyond pretty