#floodle

[bulletbonk]

Cat mannerisms part 1

[meadflo]

decided i'm gonna make the *full* switch to tumblr! so, heres grian + joel art give me moots

this is lizzie thinking it would be really funny to take this photo and they both got too (best friendly) into it

[contrast-paradox]

CoPa feels mildly attacked by this

[bitterlyromantic]

drawing ideas where mac has the upper hand nonexistent in my head. why

[neorouxls]

h!Flowey floodles

[noviraine]

Been feeling like drawing more uncommon species lately, here's a marbled polecat! AKA floof noodle (AKA floodle)

[capuletoo]

Over and over again - Kai Anderson

note: Some time ago, someone called me out on only writing about Kai Anderson… what can i say i love writing about fake love.

summary: the reader encounters a friend they used to know very well

TW: sex, toxic relationship

words: 1.5k

[The alcohol that once filled your glass was long gone.

You watched your friends as they were in their own world, some were in strangers arms as you sat in the stall, finding the strength to get up and leave.

A strong presence arrived by your side. A pair of hands that you could recognize everywhere reached out to your glass.

“Let me get you another one” His blue strands of hair slicked back to a low bun. His piercing eyes shifted from your face to the bartender.

You ignored all the comments that floodled over your head. The warnings you always settled to yourself of never talking to him again. To not believe anything he said

“Your cologne is so strong” You turned your torso, watching him. “It reminds me of campfire smoke”]

“We are here” Kai dropped your legs from his back, setting your feet to the ground. Acid scrapping your throat, in the meantime, you tried to make out your surroundings, which was hard enough in the dark, moonlight only trickling along gates, combing through grass and the lone road. The number of buildings seemed scarce, all scattered like confetti.

That's when you remembered his words from earlier: “I know a museum nearby” only earning a “how will we get there?” from you, and here you were.

You never felt so close to anyone, and never felt obliged to be–but perhaps because he was the only one there, the only one you seemed to remember, a moment of desperation and urgency pushing you to grab him and speak soft and fast.

You headed towards the nearest door to a building you hadn't even noticed as the wind lashed you left and right.

Sculptures were on display. You jeered at nearly everything, from yellowing windows to accidentally kicking ove one of many unit lanterns trailing the narrow halls.

You remembered how he was saying small facts about some sculptures until now. You looked at one.

“Its sad that they are here, probably forgotten even though they are in a museum”

At some point Kai lifted his head and held a tourmaline necklace in one hand, watching it swing before holding it up to my neck. Gaze running from your throat to your face “You should keep it” he said as if saying it suits you.

It was the same necklace he gave a some time ago, we you ran away from him you didn’t wanted to bring anything with you that reminded you of him.

Summer rain pattered on the windows as you held your hand grazing the pendant. His hand lowered to meet yours and that's when you realized that your heart was pounding in your ears. Maybe it was because it was late at night, no one inside the museum since it was closed, yet the two of you were there, breaking the rules. You thought about that as an excuse for your heartbeat.

Wordlessly, Kai found each end of the necklace and clasped it at the nape of your neck. His hot breath collapsed into the cold of the metal. So immersed you didn’t even realize the sound of foreign footsteps down the hall.

“Hello?”

You shared a glace

“Shit”

Smiling, you follow Kai though the exit, clapping your hand to your mouth to stop the laughter from spilling out, footsteps sounding only seconds away from you. Kai punched a door open and slipped into the nearest shrub.

An old man tumbled out the door.

You felt Kai look at you, a smile that read “that felt good didn’t it” you could only look at him nodding and smiling but also regretting it.

The rain began to pound like bullets, gluing your hair to your face and your skirt to your thighs and you wanted shelter right away. You didn’t knew if it was the rush of the moment, the coldness but your eye laid upon a car.

You stepped closer to it and for some reason it was unlocked, it wasn’t until you felt a warm hand grip your arm.

“What are you doing?” You ignored the question which made you unrecognized yourself. You slipped into the passenger’s seat.

“I want to feel the rush of the moment” Kai seemed to think about it. He must've shared the notion that it was okay to steal because God did it all the time.

The old man came out again sharing the same cuss that slipped from your lips as Kai started the engine. You must've been laughing. You couldn’t remember if he was laughing too, or if he even had a reaction because you were too busy with half your body out the window.

The hum of the car was the only thing that you could hear, the rain lighter than before. It died soon after.

“Why do you trust me?” He said suddenly

“Did I say that?”

“You implied it”

You were going in circles.

His hand trailed around your throat and landed to play with the pendant. You were so close, the type of closeness that he could take out a knife and you wouldn’t notice, the type of closeness that he could do anything and you would find it as intimate.

The gap between you was closing until he was centimeters away from you. His eyes going from your lips to your eyes, millions of questions read through his face asking, is this okay? You nodded: yes, this is more than okay and it shouldn’t.

You only closed your eyes when his lips pressed harder against your as if “Do you trust me?” And you could only follow his pace: “No, i don’t”

You weren't desperate for him, maybe it was just that you could have someone like him, that made you clutch his soaked clothes and pull him closer, a new type of desperation to prove that you were better than this. You didn't like him, in fact you wanted to pull away from him and replicate his arrogance and tell him “no, i didn’t feel a thing” but this was the only love you had gotten in a long time to pull away.

His lips felt like a sugar rush. You knew this wouldn’t last forever. It never does.

His hand descended to your knee and you pulled away.

“We should get changed”

With his fingertips denting at your skin you got out into the faint rain and headed into the nearest shop. You and Kai shuffled inside, already pressing one another into the nearest wall. His hand is just over your hip and under your skirt. Your hands reach to his hair, only a loose strand of blue locks outside the bun.

Inside the changing room your attention was all over his buttery kisses and his hot breath against your thighs. You breathed into him.

From behind he unfastened the buttons of your skirt until it fell to the ground. He sat down on a little bench and you stood in between him. His hands graced your thighs and made you shiver when he placed his hands to your hips and made you turn around.

You were giving him you back when he sat you down on the edge of the bench. He played with the hem of your panties. You threw your head into his shoulder so that he could hear every breath that came out of your mouth.

After he discarded his clothes and you were left with only your white socks, he gripped you across your chest and you could only hold onto his arm, afraid that if you didn’t, you would fall at his feet.

His fingers remembered every movement that made you crave more of him. They were agile, as his digits made their way to your folds. He rubbed small circles on you.

The feeling of his hands gripping your bare thighs was only enough for you.

You hated yourself for that

“I missed you” he said in between grunts

You couldn’t see his face, although you doubt he had any expression on it. He fastened his movements but just before the release, he stopped and turned you around so that you could see him.

The bun that held his hair was not longer there, leaving his hair to cover his forehead. He kissed you and you couldn't do anything else than to follow him in every move, inside this dressing room and outside of it.

It all felt so real it made you forget how this was all a part of a play for him.

You didn't remember when you had stopped, both of you too caught up in the moment. Your head was in the crook of his neck as you let out a small laugh, lifting your head slightly.

He let out a small grin after a small kiss on your neck as he got up, leading you to do the same.

You felt vulnerable after that and couldn’t hold yourself even after you accidentally said “im sorry”

“For what?”

Looking down at your socks and the rest of your clothes discarded on the floor made you feel like a kid.

You started dressing yourself.

“Let’s go home” you said

And everything started spiraling all over and over again.

[ghostlykimiboo]

Ego: The Hellhound of Pride

Bio: The infamous game show, Whacked!, has returned and Van Tatstic has hired a group of wicked hellhounds that serve as a battle obstacle. Ego was the leader and once grew up in an arrogant and rich family of poodle-like hellhounds. She was the most successful in the litter and she proceeded to move on to be an influencer towards privileged hellhounds. This eventually allowed her to develop her own pack and signed to serve her loyalty to Van Tastic. Contestants are gonna have a funky time as Ego enjoys blasting her music, making them shake and bounce in the air.

•Name: Ego Floodle Bonestone

•Personality: Sassy, Arrogant, Boastful, Judgemental, and Competitive

•Age: 40

•Gender: Female (She/Her)

•Species: Poodle Hellhound

•Sexuality: Bisexual

[legacyshenanigans]

Greetings lovely Drabble Queen! (ꈍᴗꈍ) 💜💕

You know how much I love your Gaunts (and their problems). 😂💕💚 So, I was talking with floodl about Mama Gaunt's flaws...

Could you maybe write something about Mama Gaunt fighting with Daddy Gaunt about his drinking problems, but later in the evening she's sneaking away to go to some underground gambling place with house elf fights? 😂

Like cockfights, but with house elves. I'm so sorry! 🙈🤣👍💚

I couldn't find a better GIF... 😂🙈

LMAO Kiwi! 🤣🤣 I love you and @floodl8 so much 💜

So we've got an alcoholic Pa and a Ma who likes Gambling 🤣 I could do a little something.

House of Gaunt 💚

Ophelia: For goodness sake *frowns*

Aleister: What my beloved?!

Ophelia: Having another drink are we?

Aleister: Oh don't start with me *clicks his tongue* So I like a drink, so what?

Ophelia: *sighs* Have a little grace and decorum, Aleister..

(Later that evening)

Ophelia: Volo?

Marvolo: Yes, mother?

Ophelia: *looks out into the halls to see if anyone else is around before she has a hush hush conversation with Marvolo* I'm off to the fight den Dear..Who do you think I should bet on tonight? Its House Elf night..

Marvolo: *chuckles* ..Who's fighting?

Ophelia: I believe Kristoff Willows House Elf Barnabas and Theo Redwins House Elf Beast are fighting. I wager I should put money on Beast? *chuckles*

Marvolo: You'd think wouldn't you? *smirks* Put your money on Barnabas..Trust me...Redwins all bark no bite, and so is his House Elf..Dont let the name Beast fool you, Mother.

Ophelia: Ah, very well *smiles* Well, I should be off *turns to leave*

Aleister: *stood in the doorway* Well well well *wicked grin*

Ophelia: Darling?! I-

Aleister: So I can't have a little drink? But you can spend MY money on gambling? Hmm? *raises a brow*

Ophelia: *small pompous frown*

Aleister: *leans towards her* Truly is the pot calling the kettle black, my Dear. *chuckles*

~

[kvalenagle]

Today, we're doing a search to make sure that all baby stormtail gryphons are properly called "floodlings" and none were mistyped as "floodings." (Having already been amazed that "Sparkwing Pride" was never mistyped as the "Sparking Pride.")

[meadflo]

“happy birthday @snifferish”

13 hours and a lot of bug pictures!

p.s repost if you enjoyed!

[cartoonishvendor]

poster you're like soooo Fluttershy coded

my biggest w have a floodle (fluttershy doodle)

[bitterlyromantic]

den doodle !!! :3

from like 2 weeks ago?

[lastyearsyesterday]

gross.

a sum of all there is to have.

tangible and trace-able

do you fear the back lash?

no. its simple the dream was just a nightmare.

don't forget the sensory details as you disappear.

dont forget to write down exactly why your here.

and when they ask you why you come back,

you say you waited years and years.

flim flam floodle.

chicken noodle.

so scared of saying what you forget.

the words get smaller and the aor gets thinner

. your down three cigarettes.

wouldnt it be easier to just kill her?

we couldn't even try.

wouldnt it be easier to just kill her?

theres so much

i just

i wish

we just

im sorry but

[chronivore]

Halfling Name of the Day:

O. Floodle

[zipzapproductions]

To Pam and Marula: Do you know this song?

(I bet you do.)

Pam does. She bought a bunch of peat pellets one time because of the free CD offers. Shes a sucker for those. Recently she scoured the fridge for floodles boxes to get the bar codes so they could get a free Flood CD. She has a Pink drink one too with the elephant singing about how tasty pink drink is. She collects those alongside gameboys and stuff.

Love you pam <3