I can’t find the original post who mentioned this but they pretty much said, If Sans tides that Tricycle then would Underswap Papyrus ride this thing??
So I drew that :3
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Do you think if you put your arm near the head of someone with an old TV for a head it would make the hair on your arm stand up. Imagining a TV headed person resting their head on their bear boyfriend's stomach and when they get up the bear's belly hair is all stood up and they look fuzzy
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Ghost complaining about his back and how he struggles to pop it so it hurts
Soap offering to walk on his back to help
Ghost asking, incredulous and very alarmed, “do I want you to WHAT??”
Soap just cackles because he and his siblings used to do it all the time as kids, so he shows Ghost how to lay down and steps into the middle of his back, just between his shoulders, and feels more than hears Ghost’s entire spine pop
Ghost lets out the most pornographic moan because he’s been trying to pop his back for weeks
It becomes their thing, a weekly ritual when their schedules allow it
They don’t do it on missions because they’d never be able to explain it to anyone who wandered in on Soap walking in socked feet down his commanding officer’s spine like a tightrope
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It takes you two weeks to find out that someone else is feeding Mr. Chonkers, the stray cat you pass by every day on your way home from work. It's the silly name you gave him, ironic because of how skinny he was when you first laid eyes on him. Now, he lives up to his name, gaining more weight than you expect, especially considering that you made sure not to overfeed him.
The mystery is solved when you spot Mr. Chonkers sitting on the lap of a brunette man in a beanie, petting him softly with a cheerful smile on his face. There's two opened and emptied cans of tuna fish next to them on the park bench. You march up to them, calling out, "Mr. Chonkers!"
"Chonkers? You mean Mr. Whiskers!" the man corrects, matter-of-fact.
"Is this your cat?"
"Well, not really. I've just been feeding him and playing with him." He grins, patting the cat's head.
"I've been feeding him too. That explains why he's actually chonky now," you muse, crossing your arms over your chest.
He covers Mr. Chonker's ears, ruffling the fur behind them. "Don't listen to her, Mr. Whiskers. You're beautiful just the way you are!"
You giggle. "I didn't say it was a bad thing. I'm glad he's being fed. But maybe we shouldn't feed him so much anymore." You point at the tuna cans, raising a brow at him. "Maybe one can instead of two next time?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he agrees, nodding. "I'm Takuma Ino, by the way." He holds his hand out.
You shake it, introducing yourself. "Thanks for looking out for Mr. Chonkers."
"You mean Mr. Whiskers," he corrects again, smirking.
"We should leave it up to him to decide." You kneel in front of them, holding your palms out to his snout. He purrs, his whiskers tickling you. "What do you say? Lick my right hand for Mr. Whiskers, lick my left for Mr. Chonkers."
Ino laughs, watching you fondly. When your right hand is licked first, he cheers while you sigh, pouting playfully. "I guess Mr. Whiskers it is."
"Sorry, the cat has spoken," Ino smiles, eyes twinkling. "If it's any consolation, I think Mr. Chonkers is a great name."
You peer up at him, grinning. "You're only saying that because you won."
He bites his lip. "Then let me take you out to make it up to you."
Two nights later, at the same park, Mr. Whiskers purrs happily on the bench with an empty tuna can beside him while Ino gives you the sweetest kiss on the lips.
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