#just my thoughts on what they would do

[bleedingichorhearts]

I wish to boop an Astartes, as if they were a cat.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: You wish to boop the snoot? No, you desire. Careful on who you boopin’ however. You never specified who's, what and the huh.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

What I imagined(can’t find the original.). Have a Mario version too.

TW // Language.

Dark Angels: To boop such an Knight. You must build yourself up to his level quite literally. He’ll watch you with a semblance of amusement as you pull a chair in front of him and climb on top of it, just to “boop” him? On the ‘nose’ of his helmet? He shakes his head, silly little bonded. You’re lucky he allows you to touch his armor.

Emperor Children: Booping such a diva will reward you with a purr to your name. His form leaning down to let you pursue more of your little “boops” as long as he gets to admire your beauty in it. Perhaps even take your hand in his and kiss it. Slather it in his saliva.

Iron Warriors: To boop this warrior, you’ll have to catch him at the right time or surprise him with it as they are stubborn in their work. So, when you suddenly succeeded in giving him a “boop” while he was fortifying/crafting, he huffs and turns to you before swiping you up in his arms and placing you in his lap. He’ll let you boop him as long as his work gets done perfectly. It is your gift after all.

White Scars: To boop a White Scar is like trying to catch a certain someone underneath a mistletoe, but just for you he will stay still for just a moment when you request of him. Leaning down to your level, he experiences your “boops.” His nose scrunching up, but otherwise— aaannnnd he already off in the wind.

Space Wolves: The booping of the Space Viking comes at the immediate price of some attention. You “booped” him? Do it again. Again! Will you give me some smooches too? Is quite the definition of “puppy.” You might as well scratch under his chin while you’re at it.

Imperial Fists: Booping this bulldozer rewards you with a secret fortification. However, he doesn’t necessarily like you interrupting his work, but he wasn’t doing anything nearly as important as listening you. So, when you “boop” him on the nose, it scrunches up before he just nods in acceptance. Though liking the… experience.

Night Lords: To boop a Night Lord, you must be able to face the consequences afterward. One can’t just “boop” him without having one back! So, the bastard just overwhelms you with his own “boops” to your cheeks, overall body.

Blood Angels: The booping of these vampires is quite easy, really. He’ll lean down at your request, watching as your finger comes out and “boops” him on the nose. Your petite form giggling at him, blood pumping through your veins, and before you know it. You have his fangs brushing up against your neck. Showing you his own little “boops” at your acceptance, of course.

Iron Hands: To boop this one is a lot harder to do. Considering they are the more… “logical” Astartes. You’ll need to be careful or perhaps more smarter? Tricking the Iron Hand into “helping” you with some appliance. You do manage to “boop” him on the nose. His form pausing in his action to help you before he realizes he’s been fooled for your attention. His eyes watching you run away from him as he could only grumble to himself. His heart’s beating in his chest.

World Eaters: Easy to “boop” this one! He is usually always around you when you become more attentive. Anything you do to him and he’s his devouring it as it calms him down greatly. Sometimes more than he likes admit.

Ultramarines: Booping this blueberry is a classic. He’ll kneel down to your level, awaiting the “booping” you told him about. Acting all courageous when receiving the “boop” on his nose, but dying on the inside.

Death Guard: This stink bug here is like a moth to a flame. When you “boop” him, he’ll just stare at you. Not a single thought going inside of that brain of his. You were afraid that you might have broken him, but in reality he was just really slow. He’ll rumble and purr in return… eventually.

Thousand sons: This one is a slow one too. To endorsed in his parchments, but he’ll catch on more quickly. Especially since you’re doing it more than once. When another “boop” leaves your mouth, your finger poking his nose. He sighs, taking you by your shirt and laying you down his lap, a slight grin showing on his usual voided face.

Sons of Horus: Booping this Son grants you a mix between a purr and a growl an impressive sound to hear. It stops you in your tracks to “boop” him again as he looks down at you, questioning why you didn’t “boop” him again. He really wants it. Give him another boop.

Word Bearers: Booping this one is also a classic. Kneeling down to your level. He’ll amuse your need to boop him then to tend to his scriptures. Blinking when you do “boop” him on the nose. He doesn’t hesitate to grab your hand when you pull back. Kissing your knuckles with a chuckle.

Salamanders: It’s freeroam to boop these dragons! They are a wholesome bunch! When you “boop” your Salamander he smiles and gives you a (very gentle) boop in return. 10/10 experience would try again.

Raven Guard: Booping these ravens is another classic, but a loving experience. Your Raven coos at you when you “boop” him. His head coming forward to give you eskimo kisses. Do thread your fingers through his hair too.

Alpha Legion: These bright blue mysteries are an easy one to boop also. Perhaps too easy… When you “boop” your Legionnaire on his helmet and run away giggling. His suspicions are high, even higher when his visor is coated in… glitter? Did he just get blasted with glitter by his little bonded??? His brethren laugh behind him. Oh, he so going to get you back.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[cyancees]

i have neither a good imagination nor aphantasia, but a secret third thing

[clown-owo]

been replaying the Portal series I think this is where its heading

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

[yanderespamton78]

Edit since a lot of people seem confused - your "real" name is the name that you want to be referred to in real life. It doesn't have to be your legal name. So if you're trans and you have a different name to whats on your birth certificate, even if not many people call you by the name, it still counts as your real name.

Edit 2 : Holy shit guys please stop reblogging this post my poor inbox im getting like 20 notifs an hour asjfhkajshdkh /lh /srs

[gunstellations]

its sonics turn! 👅

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DC x DP Prompt

Some way, somehow (up to you), Dan, Danny, and Dani all end up living with Vlad.

Vlad is ecstatic. The three D's aren't, but it's not like they have a choice.

To push things forward, they end up begrudgingly going to a Wayne Gala with him, and like most gala kids, they were subjected to forceful, nosy, uncomfortable, and unnecessary questions from adults they don't like, and they know, don't really care.

One of the few obvious questions would be, 'How old are you?'.

Dan, despite being in a clone body of Danny, grows just a bit faster and taller than him and refuses to be the same age as that twerp. So he says that he's one year older than Danny.

Danny, who is absolutely pissed that his clone body is growing faster than him and also refuses to be the same age as that asshole, uses his actual age.

Dani, on the other hand, is having some internal struggles about being a clone and how her body and mind were basically forced to become more mature than she actually is. How she desperately wishes to be a child but will never have the opportunity to be. Or how she wants to be her own person but doesn't know how, and is simply borrowing from everyone around her.

She gets the dreaded question, 'How old are you?'. She doesn't want to be too close to Dan or Danny and 'copy' them. But she doesn't want to be too far off from them because she's really not much smaller than Danny, and also finds comfort in being close to them even if she is just 'copying' them. So she says she's a year younger than Danny.

The Gala goes on, yada yada yada. Then they go home.

A few weeks later, one of the D's (I'm thinking Dan) finds an online article about the Masters family and begins laughing their ass off.

Apparently, Irish twins were one thing. But Irish triplets? That had the general public and social elite in an uproar for weeks to come.

[cangrellesteponme]

wife

[wardingshout]

I'm also having a lot of fun with this game!!

[inkskinned]

you were raised in comparison.

it wasn't always obvious (well. except for the times that it was), but you internalized it young. you had to eat what you didn't like, other people are going hungry, and you should be grateful. you had to suck it up and walk on the twisted ankle, it wasn't broken, you were just being a baby. you were never actually suffering, people obviously had it worse than you did.

you had a roof over your head - imagine! with the way you behaved, with how you talked back to your parents? you're lucky they didn't kick you out on your ass. they had friends who had to deal with that. hell, you have friends who had to deal with that. and how dare you imply your father isn't there for you - just because he doesn't ever actually talk to you and just because he's completely emotionally checked out of your life doesn't mean you're not fucking lucky. think about your cousins, who don't even get to speak to their dad. so what if yours has a mean streak; is aggressive and rude. at least you have a father to be rude to you.

you really think you're hurting? you were raised in a home! you had access to clean water! you never so much as came close to experiencing a real problem. sure, okay. you have this "mental illness" thing, but teenagers are always depressed, right. it's a phase, you'll move on with your life.

what do you mean you feel burnt out at work. what do you mean you mean you never "formed healthy coping mechanisms?" we raised you better than that. you were supposed to just shoulder through things. to hold yourself to high expectations. "burning out" is for people with real jobs and real stress. burnout is for people who have sick kids and people who have high-paying jobs and people who are actually experiencing something difficult. recently you almost cried because you couldn't find your fucking car keys. you just have lost your sense of gratitude, and honestly, we're kind of hurt. we tell you we love you, isn't that enough? if you want us to stick around, you need to be better about proving it. you need to shut up about how your mental health is ruined.

it could be worse! what if you were actually experiencing executive dysfunction. if you were really actually sick, would you even be able to look at things on the internet about it? you just spend too much time on webMD. you just like to freak yourself out and feel like you belong to something. you just like playing the victim. this is always how you have been - you've always been so fucking dramatic. you have no idea how good you have it - you're too fucking sensitive.

you were like, maybe too good of a kid. unwilling to make a real fuss. and the whole time - the little points, the little validations - they went unnoticed. it isn't that you were looking for love, specifically - more like you'd just wanted any one person to actually listen. that was all you'd really need. you just needed to be witnessed. it wasn't that you couldn't withstand the burden, but you did want to know that anyone was watching. these days, you are so accustomed to the idea of comparison - you don't even think you belong in your own communities. someone always fits better than you do. you're always the outlier. they made these places safe, and then you go in, and you are just not... quite the same way that would actually-fit.

you watch the little white ocean of your numbness lap at your ankles. the tide has been coming in for a while, you need to do something about it. what you want to do is take a nap. what you want to do is develop some kind of time machine - it's not like you want your life to stop, not completely, but it would really nice if you could just get everything to freeze, just for a little while, just until you're finished resting. but at least you're not the worst you've been. at least you have anything. you're so fucking lucky. do you have any concept of the amount of global suffering?

a little ant dies at the side of your kitchen sink. you look at its strange chitinous body and think - if you could just somehow convince yourself it is enough, it will finally be enough and you can be happy. no changes will have to be made. you just need to remember what you could lose. what is still precious to you.

you can't stop staring at the ant. you could be an ant instead of a person, that is how lucky you are. it's just - you didn't know the name of the ant, did you. it's just - ants spend their whole life working, and never complain. never pull the car over to weep.

it's just - when it died, it curled up into a tight little ball.

something kind of uncomfortable: you do that when you sleep.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girl found dead in a hidden room.

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[collophora]

More minibatch adventure I need a full show maybe too XD

[s0fter-sin]

i need ghoap frantically making out against a door finally taking the leap on their feelings. need ghost grinding against soap, expecting to find him just as hard as him, only to feel nothing

and in all his wisdom and experience, he concludes soap was tortured and never told him

he’s trying to think of a delicate way to say he understands, that he’s been through it and it doesn’t change anything about how he feels (and who the fuck touched him so he can hunt them down and rend them limb from limb)

meanwhile trans!soap’s just trying to find the best angle to grind his cunt on ghost’s thigh

just it never even entering ghost’s head bc he’s never known a trans person but he has met plenty of people who’ve been tortured - himself included - so of course that’s his logical leap

soap takes off his shirt and he sees his top surgery scars and ghost asks if he wants him to kill the one who did it and soap just hums like, “actually, man did pretty good, they healed real well,” and ghost’s just teary-eyes with awe at how well he’s coping, “looking on the bright side, that’s my johnny.”

imagine he thinks johnny was fully castrated but sees he’s determined to still have a sex life with him so he buys packers and straps to help him bc hell yeah healing and soap’s just like, “holy shit i’ve never had such a thoughtful partner before, such a sweet man, lt.”

[hedgehog-moss]

Various ways in which I have underestimated my chickens (callout post to myself):

cognitive abilities (memory): I dropped some pasta while making a salad earlier and Louise was nearby so I opened the door and invited her into the kitchen to come clean up. At first she just meandered round the room glaring suspiciously at furniture because she's unfamiliar with the inside of my house, then I helped her locate the pasta and she pounced, but before she could eat all of them Morille came zooming across the room with Pandolf zooming behind her, which freaked out the hen who noisily flew-ran out of the room. She stayed away long enough that when I called her inside again I expected her to have forgotten all about the pasta, and that I would have to show it to her again, but instead she went straight for it, resolutely, having clearly kept this important goal in a corner of her teeny tiny mind this whole time.

hunting abilities: before getting chickens I didn't realise they actually hunted? (sometimes.) I pictured their search for food as quiet foraging, busily scratching the dirt for worms, but a) hens are never quiet they're always chattering to each other so already that part was wrong; b) when they find a worthy prey they hunt it with the fierce determination of a mountain lion. I once saw Dru chasing a grasshopper across half the pasture, running at full chicken speed and sometimes boosting herself with her wings Mario kart-style while the grasshopper desperately hopped for its life, until eventually she pounced with her beak wide open and managed to catch it mid-jump. With an action movie soundtrack this scene would have been every bit as intense and gripping as a cheetah hunting a gazelle in a wildlife documentary.

social abilities (empathy): one time Cordélia had a little bit of grass stuck in her eye and she kept rubbing her head with her claw to try and dislodge it unsuccessfully, and then she seemingly asked Dru for help, placing her face very close to the other hen's face like "see that stupid twig?" and Dru removed it with her beak. Again that's not something I would have expected from a hen... they're very disloyal creatures, so it was fascinating to see. They would stab their grandma for a dusty rigatoni but leaving a friend with something stuck in her eye is apparently a level of antisocial even chickens won't cross.

social abilities pt.2 (romantic sensibility): sometimes when the night sky is clear and you can see the Milky Way, instead of tucking themselves in at sundown like they usually do, they'll fly to the roof of their coop and sit there for a little while to watch the stars together. Okay this one may be a tiny bit less scientific an observation than the others but I don't have an explanation for this behaviour; I've never noticed anything wrong with their coop on these particular nights, the door is open, they can go in—and the girls don't seem stressed at all, if anything they look like they're having a nice peaceful moment and I feel bad for bothering them.

[megaawkwardhuman]

gotta be prepared