#idk what else to put heehoo

[skostoflight]

As a child, Sotiris was nearly pulled into the Thirteenth by an unstable voidgate. Though he was able to be pulled back to the Source, a part of his soul/aether was ripped from his being and was seemingly swallowed by the void. However, unbeknownst to Sotiris, Charis was born from his torn soul.

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Catboy(s)

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Heehoo x gn!reader

Anon: can you do a heehoo x gender neutral reader with like the reader accidentally stumbling onto heehoo during their camping trip

MINORS DNI!!!!! Idk why, but the collective braincell luckily possessed me to write this fic, and I’m really happy with how it came out! Enjoy :D

Warnings/tags: size difference, frottage, handjob, biting/marking

Wordcount: 1.7k+

You like going camping alone.

It’s nice.

Gives you a break from everything and everyone, and you can just hang out by yourself without being disturbed by anything.

Other than animals of course.

And today, a wild looking man that walked out of the bushes right next to the clearing where you had put up your tent.

The first thing you notice is how tall he is.

He towers over you, you have no idea of his exact height, it’s hard to tell exactly, but you would guess somewhere around 7 feet.

The second thing you notice is how barely clothed he is. He’s only wearing a loincloth that barely hides his crotch, the rest of his muscled and tan body on full display. You blush, turning your head up towards the sky as you shuffle backwards.

“Um, sorry, I, I will be going...” The man (creature?) follows your movements, easily taking a few steps forward to cover the space between the two of you. He leans down and sniffs your hair, making you freeze.

“Smell good.”

“T-thank you?” At least the man (you think it fits, though he’s a lot bigger), doesn’t seem hostile, so that’s good. You’re still frozen, but an idea about sprinting back down the track and to your car crosses your mind, but with those long legs there is no way you could outrun him.

He takes a few more steps forward, and you back up again, your back hitting a tree. He crowds into your personal space, only looking, but he’s inches away, so it’s a little terrifying.

But also, hot.

Hold the fuck up, where did that thought come from?

“Touch?” He suddenly asks, raising a hand up. A rather big hand you notice. You wonder how it would feel wrapped around your thigh- fucking hell, down brain, down.

“Um, yeah, sure.” Your voice is unsteady, a little worried about what he is going to do, but a little calmed down by the fact that he actually asked.

His hand is gentle as he touches your hair, petting your head more than anything.

“Soft...” He mumbles, his eyes on his hand and your hair. His other hand grabs one of yours, moving it to his shoulder, since it’s a little hard for you to actually reach his hair with the seize difference. “You touch.” You swallow, nodding as you can feel your face start to burn. You are very aware that the man in front of you have barely anything on, and fucking hell he looks good like that. Just about perfect.

You let your hands wander over the skin of his shoulder as he moves from your hair to your shoulder. You give a light squeeze and you have to hold back a small noise at the muscle you can feel there. You are rather steadfast in keeping your gaze where your hand is, resisting the urge to look lower.

Heehoo touches you with both hands now, letting them flutter over your shoulder with surprisingly light touches. They’re warm, and big, and for a moment you can’t help but let your mind wander again, thinking about how they would feel somewhere else

And as your mind wanders, your hand slips lower, and when you absentmindedly squeeze, you’re brought back to reality when you hear what is clearly a moan. That is also very clearly not your own.

Oh fucking, whoops.

You realize what you squeezed was not his shoulder, but his fucking pec.

Looking up, you’re met with intense eyes on you. He’s clearly watching for your next move, but there is no pulling away, and clearly no shame on his face. So, since curiosity hasn't killed you yet, you squeeze again.

In return you get a moan, and the hands that had been resting on your shoulders move down to the back of your thighs, scooping you up with ease. You yelp, surprised at the change in position, but certainly don’t complain as it brings you face to face with him.

Your hands move to his hair as he presses you back against the tree. Though you think he could certainly carry your weight with no problem, if how easy he scooped you up was any indication.

“Heehoo.” He keeps your gaze locked with his. You furrow your brow.

“Heehoo?” He grunts, letting go of one of your thighs, putting his hand on his chest.

“Heehoo.”

“Oh! You’re Heehoo, got it.” Heehoo nods, a small grin on his face as you offer up your own name in return. He says it a few times as he gets both hands back on you, adjusting his grip, and pressing himself against you.

The loincloth does nothing to hide his excitement where you meet, and your breath hitches, because Heehoo certainly doesn't feel small there either, and there is no way that will fit inside of you. Heehoo lets out a pleased rumble, rubbing himself against you, causing delicious friction for you both.

Pleasure pools low in your gut, so you rock down against him. His hands clutch at your thighs, and you’re sure you’ll have bruises there tomorrow, even if they’re still fully clothed.

It feels so good, and the little grunts and other noises that Heehoo lets out as he rocks himself against you sound so wonderful, but you can’t help but wonder if he’ll let you have something else as well.

A tug on his hair brings his attention to your face instead of your crotch and hips.

“Kiss?” Though he hasn't spoken much, Heehoo seems to at least understand words. Well, at least some, and you hope this is one of them.

Luckily it is, because he shifts his grip again, then leans down to kiss you.

His lips are surprisingly soft against your own, and his tongue comes out to play rather quickly. It prods at your lips, asking for entry, and you grant it. You let your own tongue out to meet his as well, though he overpowers yours easily, exploring your mouth with hunger.

You feel your own hunger grow, rocking against his cock underneath you.

But, it’s not enough. Not quite.

So, you let one hand wander between your bodies, quickly opening your pants. You would almost be impressed with yourself, though you don’t think too much about it, shoving your hand down your pants to touch yourself. You moan into Heehoo’s mouth, and he breaks the kiss with a slightly confused noise. But then he looks down, and the grin that spreads over his face is equally as hungry as his tongue was.

Heehoo pulls your hand out of your pants, and for a moment you almost protest, but then he replaces your hand with his own, and the words die on your tongue.

His hands are rough and calloused, feeling fucking amazing as the rub over your arousal.

You tug him into another kiss, this time it’s you who explores his mouth, and to your delight, you discover his teeth are slightly pointy.

Fuck, you wonder how they would feel against your neck, but for now you keep kissing him, grinding against his cock and hand as well as you can. Heehoo keeps moving his hips and hands as well, making arousal spread through your whole body.

He’s so big and solid, and so fucking hot it isn’t even funny, and you know your brain should be telling you to run, but fuck that. You’re gonna stay here until you both cum, and with the way Heehoo moves, you don’t think that is going to be long for either of you.

With every move of his hips pressing you harder against the tree against your back, with every stroke of his hand, with every kiss, and with every grunt from him, he sends you closer and closer to cumming.

You only break the kiss to gasp when you’re getting so close to cumming that you feel like you should warn him.

“Fuck, fuck, Heehoo, I’m- I’m cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Heehoo fucking growls, and if you weren’t already so fucking turned on, that would have helped a lot.

“Cum.” He grunts into your ear, voice low and close enough that you almost feel like it vibrates.

So you do. You cum all over his hand, shaking apart as Heehoo moves to nose at your neck.

You wonder if he’s smelling you, and if so, what does that smell like?

You don’t think about it for long however, as he fucking bites down on your shoulder. Your shoulder is covered with your t-shirt, but it still hurts a bit, but that only adds to the pleasure surging through you.

Heehoo pumps his hips once, twice, and then you feel wetness spread as he cums against your ass. The loincloth certainly didn’t cover much earlier, and still doesn’t, as you feel him twitch and cover your backside.

Holy fucking shit.

You just had sex with a fucking wildman.

And it was great.

Both of you just pant for a few minutes. Heehoo isn’t biting your shoulder anymore, but his head rests against it, and every so often you feel his lips brush over it, as if to soothe the sting even through your t-shirt.

When Heehoo moves, he doesn’t let go of you at first.

Instead, he carries you over to your tent. Almost squatting, but still holding onto you, Heehoo manages with only some struggle to unzip your tent with one hand. He then gets on his knees, ducking inside with some of his body, gently depositing you on your sleeping mat.

“Rest.” You try to hold on, because hey, you’re down for some cuddling if he is. But Heehoo gets your hand off him easily, giving a kiss to your forehead and then your bitten shoulder.

“Will be back.” It’s the most words he has spoken at once, and you really hope they’re true.

Heehoo watches you for a few more seconds, then retreats fully out of your tent. You prop yourself up on your elbows, managing to catch a glimpse of him retreating into the bushes where he came from.

You really do hope he comes back.

Luckily for you, you had already planned to be here a few more days.

[spitblaze]

More Braindead Panic 1 thoughts heehoo

I'm percolating! Thoughts are percolating! Nothing is set in stone I'm just brainstorming here.

So like. I DO wanna pare down the roster now that we don't have to get Every Single Camper in there. We can at least like more easily relegate some characters to background status. Elton doesn't need to be here all the time. Nils is barely ever relevant. Its fine. They don't have to go they can just have greatly reduced roles.

Anyway like. Idk. Everyone is at a university probably, how they are brought together is...slightly unclear. Maybe they're all in the same Psychic Studies class, maybe they're in the same dorm building, maybe they're in an extracurricular together, maybe they're all participating in experiments for the psychic science program (willingly, like psych undergrads), maybe they're brought together by happenstance. Whatever. What I'm sure of is that it's not because they all have the same major. Koschei is undeclared (maybe history or wildlife management actually?), Rue is botany/biochem, Not Vernon is doing something in either English or film. You get it.

So what's the plot. Good question! Like I mentioned before my brain took some stuff from Gideon the Ninth and ran with it but I didn't really have much else until I got back into octopath and started thinking about Cyrus Albright's story again, which. I will not spoil but has influenced my ideas here

So there's either an old psychic studies building or a door in the current building/labs that nobody ever opens, right? It's always closed, it has a sign that says 'do not open', and as far as most of the students and faculty are concerned, the sign is put up because there's something maintenance or campus IT will yell at them for messing with otherwise. The only people who would suspect something is fishy are those who notice the door is lined with something to prevent psychic observation and interference in an area other than the labs.

And then one day one of the students goes missing. A psychic one. A lot of rumors abound- did they drop out without telling anyone? Did the stress of college get to them? Were they kidnapped? Was it a hate crime? Nobody knows. And nobody knows until Koschei finds himself on the other side of the door a few days later. Idk why he's there. Maybe he was invited to a trial, maybe it was open late at night and their curiosity got the better of them, doesn't matter. The point is that what's on the other side of the door isn't a maintenance room, or a server room, or anything else sensitive but normal. It’s a staircase into a huge underground facility full of weird labs and archive and test chambers. And in one of the labs is the desiccated husk of that missing classmate. Someone notices Koschei and he barely makes it out alive. But like- holy shit, what WAS that?? What can he do??? Who will believe him???? He could go to the campus cops, but he knows they won't do shit. He could tell the faculty of the university, but would they believe him, or would he invite further danger on himself??

So he ends up telling his two closest friends (and maybe study partners? [Who will become his Romantic Partners over the course of the story]), Rue and Vernon (new name pending). And then it becomes a whole thing, going on expeditions into the facility to find out what happened to their classmate, what's being studied down there, and why other psychics around campus are disappearing as well.

[cidnangarlond]

had a dream I was playing ffxiv but it was like, new msq stuff. though it felt like it should have happened in either heavensward or the shadowbringers patch quests because of what happened. anyway it was like me estinien and alphinaud in some I want to say judging by the looks and technology allagan facility that had this giant board no one noticed until it was too late with these balance levels on them there indicated by like red tick marks like |. and estinien was going around picking up shit and a lot of them happened to be dragon related and he's very "heehoo peanut" when it comes to dragon stuff sorry estinien but he's like la la la what's this and keeps doing that as alphinaud. idk looks around. and eventually I get a bad feeling or feel like we're being watched or something and I look up at the balance level board and fandaniel is there with it, the balance levels now having his name on one side with one more tick than the other side which now has estinien's name and I'm like oh FUCK. ESTINIEN PUT THAT DRAGON RELATED THING DOWN NOW it was a tiny back skull like jet black dragon skull but fandaniel had estinien get possessed by the spirit of a dragon AGAIN before he flies out a window. and this looped over and over in my dream multiple times but each time with a different exit point but everything else was the same including alphinaud yelling his name so it's like. fandaniel was able to keep reversing time to make us live through that moment over and over to see if I or we I guess notice him in time to stop the balance levels from ending in his favor. very bizarre very fun though. unfortunately that can never happen now because funnydaniel is dead

[drowsyscatterbrain]

Ya steal his wifu, he ends yER LIFU- (and turns ur ship into garbage.)  seems like it’s a bad day to be a pirate :”^)

giant fishy husbando​ from @aka-indulgence 

[kisszer]

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[the-leg]

sent an ask to four when he asked idk if it went through so ill put it here too

the wedding will happen uhhhhhhh in a few days ig at malons back yard or on her roof and ill sneak my phone in my boot and liveblog some of it and if anyone else wants to give updates on what happens that works too

and then i want to use the engagement swords to fight something heehoo >:)

[strosmkai-rum]

ADDITIONAL DRAGON SHOUT USE HEADCANONS

note: these are headcanons for the use of shouts by dragons. also known as, bethesda, i KNOW dragons know more shouts than the three or four they use in game. so here. every shout covered.

- fire breath. oh. oh. 

- okay but definitely fire breath shouts have different colors like to show how hot/strong the flame is

- a really bright red that sputters a lot or catches in their throat means that they don't quite understand the meaning yet, and it'll take more meditation/practise before they can get a constant orange stream of fire

- so we know how fire breath looks in game. it's a stream of orange flame. well i raise you:

- the fire will burn hotter and change color (red to orange to white to light blue, see the charts abt fire color or something idk what they called), and even stagger the user if it's too strong.

- very, very strong fire breath shouts have the impact of unrelenting force, so first they destroy anything in their way with the sheer impact and anything else is melted by an actual stream of lava/that shit is definitely not fire at that point, lava's the only comparison i have even if lava not blue- 

- i fucking hate that in game if you use fire breath on a rock it'll like, be burnt only. enough understanding of fire breath and you can turn anything into slag.

- fire is just so cool. maybe some dragons like roasted meat, like huge scaly gordon ramsays. maybe they shout at some ground so they have a warm place to sleep. it’s canon that it’s greeting though, so a weak fire breath to say hello not friend, i will not roast you alive and instead slightly warm you.

- frost breath. a stream of icy wind IN GAME. not really here, though. i agree that it’s something like an icy wind, but has extreme power and force behind it, and while fire breath will roast you, frost breath will just plain fuck you up if you try to hold your ground. you won’t get the chance to be frozen, you’ll just go flying.

- weak understandings make a really cold breath. sort of how in winter you can see your breath? yeah, that’s a weak frost breath.

- strong understandings will cause most things to frost over. it has the effect of a weaker ice form, but with a lot more versatility. 

- both fire breath and frost breath are commonly used in sweeping motions, as opposed to focusing on one target. let’s face it, what kind of a human can stand up to even half a second of that? it’s a lot more efficient in taking out big groups, or destroying the terrain to give them a disadvantage.

- ice everywhere. that is all.

- ice form now, hehe. so! don’t try to block it. your shield or arm is gonna get cast in ice and be useless/immediately shatter. yeah, that’s right. you don’t thaw out of an ice form, you explode. into lots of frozen pieces. 

- but, let’s say, you don’t like my exploding hc. that’s fine. i raise you, person frozen in a solid chunk of ice that would put the sea of ghosts to shame. they not gonna thaw out in time to be saved. sorry. no escape.

- call dragon is used when, you know, calling other dragons. other dragons know other dragons, so it’s either a challenge, or a call for help. or, in paarthurnax’s case, bro i just wanted to talk nO DONT SHOUT-

-  being called for aid in a battle is an honor and a sign of trust between dragons imo, shows that you trust them enough to cover you when you need aid and that they’re strong enough to pull you out of whatever crap you’re in.

- storm call. beautiful. it's control over kynareth's domain, so yeah, kind of an ego boost. but also mad useful in a fight, striking down your opponents with lightning. dragon's can't fly while using this, as a bolt could hit them instead. and oh boy, they're strong. can easily tear a whole through a wing or break a plate.

- clear skies is funny too. can you imagine a heavy downpour and some dragon’s trying to sleep without the ground turning to slush, so he just shouts the storm out of the skyr? incredible. just as storm call can summon one, clear skies gets rid of it. the stronger shout prevails. but use it enough times in succession, and kyne might get a bit pissed off…

- oh, i can def see drain vitality used after a rough battle, dragon needs healing stat so they find a crowded area/a big animal and steal their life force. an easy way to heal up.

- dismay would be used with battles against huge numbers of people/a literal army. it’s sort of like mind control, but you can only control the effect, and that’s about it. make them scared and stuff. for some people, they’ll turn tail and run. others maybe hesitate. others don’t care. won’t work against akaviri though. stoicism and all. or other dragons. 

- cyclone would be hella useful against big groups. great for sowing chaos. 

- disarm. ah yes. used, quite often, in battles with worthy opponents. say an akaviri. say some words, and their katana goes flying. it’s a great intimidation tactic. oh, try to hold onto it too, and you can easily snap your wrist or fingers. 

- and i say worthy opponents, as in "mortals that were specifically trained to fight dragons/are incredibly powerful, not your average soldier".

- marked for death, oh i like this. so the wiki description is that the opponent’s life force and armor are weakened. can you imagine battling a dragon, they shout at you, and suddenly your armor just...starts disintegrating? like there’s holes forming, straps holding armor plates together disintegrating entirely, and any wounds you have are opening up like chasms. it’s devastating. used against a dragon, their scales start to grow brittle and weak, so it's a lot easier to break a plate.

- slow time, ah, this would be a huge huge ego boost. time’s akatosh’s domain. it doesn’t stop for anyone, but maybe it’ll slow down a bit for dragons.

- hc that dragons are not affected by slow time. they’re fragments of akatosh, the time god. they sure won’t slow down. neither will the db. so imagine one of them uses slow time, and suddenly there’s this normal paced battle one on one, with everything else at a standstill/veeery slow, until time catches up and everyone but them. is so out of it and jaded bc humans can’t really comprehend time, they’ve like a hundred years at most (hc that bretons live slightly longer due to slight mer blood). elves have a more firm grasp of it, esp altmer. yeah, yeah, they’ve a right to brag here.

- additional thoughts, maybe stuff affected by slow time either:

1. has normal running thoughts but physically is slowed down (not very probable imo, but still possible)

2. has both slowed consciousness and physical form (most probable)

- bend will. aha. now this, works on the dragonborn as well as other dragons. it’s pretty much mind control. you need a strong willpower to break free, though. 

- unrelenting force. nice. it is strong. trees are easily uprooted. boulders fly. people fly too. no matter who you are, though, always brace yourself before using it, because you could go flying too.

- dragons won't get thrown back too far, but maybe they'll jump back or take flight for a second before landing again. 

- dragonrend. no. they’re mad scared of it. mad scared. partially the reason they hate and fear akaviri. a dragon can’t comprehend dragonrend, because it’s mortality in a shout. and for most of them, what they don’t understand, they fear.

- whirlwind sprint is interesting to say the least. so, the db can use it and...run really fast? so how does it work for dragons? they can't run, per se, so here's my take.

- maybe dragons can use it while flying. probably super useful in aerial combat with other dragons. it lets them quickly dodge shouts, change direction unpredictably, and stay out of their reach.

- become ethereal, oh, oh. just, can you imagine a fucking dragon turns blue during a fight and suddenly you can’t hurt them? heehoo. it’s not used very often, as become ethereal's best used when you’re not doing too hot and need to heal up a second. not much can get them to that point. but it’d be so funny though.

- aura whisper isn’t very commonly used, actually. dragons have incredible sight and smell, they’d probably sense anyone way before they could approach. by the way bethesda, what’s that thing called “i can sneak up on a dragon?” yeah, no. you can’t.

- kyne’s peace, maybe if they’re really not having it with the local wildlife and just want to nap in peace. but i don’t think that many bears or wolves will threaten a dragon.

- animal allegiance isn’t used much either; they’ve no use for the local flora. there’s not much stronger than a dragon. maybe sometimes they use it to acknowledge kyne’s gifts, and that animals/nature can be worthy allies.. 

- elemental fury is kind of an ehh, skyrim says it lets you swing faster. maybe it lets them fly faster/use teeth/talons/wing claws faster? i'd imagine it's only applicable to physical attacks, though.

- battle fury’s a maybe. it’s for allies, and i don’t think there were too many references in game about dragons being super close with each other. i could definitely be wrong though. they do call themselves brothers and sisters, but maybe it’s just a shared blood thing.

- throw voice is practically useless in game. dragons wouldn't want to hide anyways, unless grievously wounded. 

- soul tear i'd imagine only durnehviir knows, and for good reasons too.

- call of valor isn’t here, for obvious reasons.

- dragon aspect i wouldn't think, as it's meant for the db to take on a draconic aspect. can't get much more draconic than an actual dragon.

- alduin’s meteor storm shout isn’t actually a shout, mans just roars. 

- alduin’s shout to resurrect dragons i’d assume would only be known by him, and other dragons are unable to comprehend the meaning of the shout. so, the words of the shout are slen (flesh), tiid (time), vo (un, like the prefix). so has his own grip on time, and can use it to bring dragons back to life, provided they still have their soul. 

- look, there’s gotta be a better explanation as to why other dragons can’t use it. maybe they can use it. but then the ability bring other dragons back to life would be so widespread, the dragon war probably would have ended a lot sooner and not with the outcome we wanted. so maybe only alduin truly understands the meaning of death and rebirth, having destroyed the world many times before, only to be reborn with it and repeating the cycle again and again. 

- universal hc that lots of words in dragon speech can be used in different shouts with interchangeable meanings.

you’re at the end. good. listen here. journalism class is on my ass about articles and shit. i’m going to be busy from now. i had some stuff to slowly give to you guys to give me time to make more, but i caved and released them all at once. give me some time. please. sorry if these weren’t quite up to par with my last ones, but i said “hey, imma release two thing today” and it’s12:08 am here. 

can you tell i’m super tired? i wrote like half of these half asleep. 

[sapphirewolf100]

Time to write down some dreams I had before I forget heehoo (these are weird so...yeah)

1st dream was just...plain weird. It was like I was dating someone again (why...just why) and it was like we were in school?? Weird shit was happening. At one point it was just me n a bunch of people stuck in a basement. And I was pointing out that the foundation was terrible and there were holes in the walls. You could see the pipes in there and everything. There was like a downstairs bathroom and all that. It didn’t look too good. At one point the place trembled and pieces of drywall fell off and crumbled. Not cool. (I think my uncle randomly appeared too wtf)

After that mess I vaguely remember traversing the sidewalk where I apparently lived. Dude I was supposedly dating kept tryna get me to follow him and I reluctantly did. Don’t remember much else. Feel like I was on a bus too? Or maybe in a cafeteria? Idk. Felt like I spoke to school staff at one point too. Not sure.

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Second main dream. I went over to visit someone I know. His property was massive, big lawn, big house. He had those fold up lawn chairs out and I asked if he needed help and I’d put em away. He said “yeah just store em in the garage” so I did. There were special compartments for the chairs depending on what size they were. Got that done. Started talking to him. Realized he was an A-10 pilot. Shocked the shit outta me bc that’s like my fav aircraft of all time! Overheard radio comms to him and he knew he had to suit up. We both left and he was just standing there in the middle of the road (his face randomly shifted into The Rock’s for a sec which rly fuckin confused me) and he was standing there all tall n proud with flight gear on.

We departed. About 10 minutes into walking back home, I overheard radio comms again. It was a missile threat. And it was heading his way. I fucking screamed in my own little handheld walkie talkie yelling at him to get the fuck outta there. I ran mad like hell. I saw a white missile drop from the sky and landed right near his house. I jumped as it exploded. I went tumbling down a hill and smacked into trees. The explosion was so extensive that a huge wall of fire crept up behind me and nearly caught up to me.

Then I woke up? But I didn’t wake up from the dream. It was like I was inside of a house with the pilot’s kids, helping take care of them. I ran outside looking for the wreckage. There was none. It confused the fuck out of me. One of the kids asked me “what is it? What’re you looking for?” I shook my head and paused “...nothing. Let’s go back inside.” And we did. The kids were watching TV, playing w/ toys or taking a nap. I watched over them as I kept thinking about the disaster.

Then I finally woke up for real. After nearly 12 hours of passing out OTL (I haven’t been getting much sleep lately so I guess I rly needed it)