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The Eyes Are On The Front
Wesk snarled as he dabbed at the openly bleeding wound across his forehead. The shrapnel had obviously done damage to his face and eye. No matter what he did, the canid just couldn't see out of it.
At least he'd retrieved the human from the slaver camp. This was meant to have been a silent break in, snatch and run. So much for that plan...
Wesk had cased the tiny outpost for several days. All their comings and goings. Knowing where the guards were, how they patrolled, which ones took their job seriously and which ones liked to sit on the hidden chair behind the depleted uranium rod holders.
Chained avians, damaged chintians by the crate load. All more than enough evidence with recordings to count as a payday per head for each slaver Wesk removed with his high powered rifle.
It was only when the human appeared through Wesk's scope that his plans had changed so suddenly. The canid recalled blinking several times just to confirm the bounty hunter was indeed, seeing, what he was seeing.
Gone from merely picking them off one by one, now there was a hostage to rescue. One that Wesk had successfully pulled off, if not messily.
The human, a grubby but still feisty thing, was glancing around the den that Wesk had been using as a base. It was embedded into the side of the cliff that overlooked the outpost nestled and hidden in the valley.
Wesk held what amounted to a medical stapler to his forehead and pinched the flesh closed.
"They're coming..." The human quietly warned.
Wesk dropped the stapler and nearly bowled the tiny creature over as he tried to focus through his scope.
But he couldn't see through it. Aberrations in his vision caused it to swim and blind him to the magnified images of his scope.
"Dammit, I can't see! We jave to run." Wesk decoded and span away from the rifle to quickly grab his bug out bag.
The crack of gunfire caused the canid to throw himself down onto all fours and spin round, fully expecting to launch himself at a threat.
Only it was the human that had shouldered the deployed rifle and was now peering through its scope with her finger on the trigger.
It was far too large for her and was not calibrated for one if her kind!
"Hey! You're giving away our pos-"
"One down."
The canid blinked as he watched the human breathe out and squeeze the trigger again. The whole device lurched into her shoulder which took the blow.
"Second down."
"But you need... you need a predator's eyes for that. You're a.."
"Eyes on the front mate. My eyes are on the front."
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A Hidden Danger; Know your threat (3.5)
Soldiers began to bolt down a dark metal grated floor. The sturdy, metallic walls creak from a minor gravity difference. One of the soldiers shouted something unintelligible to the recording unit. The wall to their right begins to creak louder and warp from stress.
Blast doors begin to lower, trapping the two soldiers in the corridor as the wall bulges like it was hit by a freight train. The soldiers begin to obviously shake as they lower their helmets over their elongated fox like faces. They raise their laser rifles and steady it at the wall bulging.
After another moment, the wall explodes inward, but no explosive decompression followed. A bulky fox robot with stark white, like star-bleached armor, forced its way through. Lasers streak and sizz in the air as the soldiers begin to pelt the robot.
It seemed unfazed by the lasers, only focusing on them when one managed to shoot it in the optic sensor. The graviton ram of its right arm, hissed as it prepared to operate once again, while it raised its left arm, its fingers arcing with a green energy. The bot begins to march towards them intently.
The graviton ram began to glow with a green field as it launched forward with a wet squelch from the soldiers before the video seems to freeze as the recording device manages to show a soldier in horrible mixture of fused into the wall and crushed under a powerful gravitational force.
"So what are you thinking for lunch? I really want to try this Philly cheesesteak that the captive mentioned." A Ursidain spoke, gently scratching their belly as their unruly clothes suggested pirates.
"Eh, doesn't sound awful. You might have t-" The Taurian companion began to state before a warning light began to flash rapidly.
A warning began to echo from the P.A. system; "Prepare to be boarded! Don't recognize the ship, but it is probably the human savior team from the GC. Give them hell!" The P.A. warned as a few moments later, the ship violently shuttered as the boarding vessel rammed them.
The two pirates were caught off guard and had been knocked into the left side wall. "What the hell is wrong with them? Are they insane?!" The Taurian screamed as they grabbed their weapon. Right as they finish that thought, the wall to their right melts like butter. An intimated robot in height, having to lean down to fight in the hallway designed for Ursidains.
"Command: Give up human now, and your lives may be spared." The bot ordered as its stark white armored glistened in the dull, flickering florescent light. It held two massive clamp hands, like originally designed to carry around the cargo pods, but they were paired with some kind of unknown weapon, but the armored canister attached to it suggested a flame based weapon.
The pirates look at each other as the bot stares unmoving at the two, waiting for a reply. The Ursidain nodded to his Taurian companion before unslinging an old earth shotgun and firing a shot into the bot's ribcage area. "Eat ferrus insect!" The Ursidain roared as the bot stumbled back, its inner working exposed from the 'insect'.
"Hostile action has been taken." The bot spoke as its wide footing managed to stabilize. The bot's orange, almost yellow eyes, begun to rapidly shift color to a cool, icy blue. Its arms raise out, and frost began to coat its flamethrower like barrels. An icy stream connects with both organics. The Ursidain looks relatively unharmed but still affected by the flash freezing of his outer layer of fur and fat. His Taurian companion was not as lucky as half of her right side crystallized from the ice-thrower's very napalm; 'Neptunic Nictro'
The Ursidain rushes to close the gap, firing two more shots into the bot, which finally knocks the bot down onto its back. With another shot to it's fox like head makes the machine go limp.
From this device's recording, the screen begins to get hit with many white particulars, giving the recording a grainy resolution. A much smaller bot began to step through the hole left by its bigger cousin. Their rifle, which was glowing blue from an unknown source. Upon readying the gun at the Ursidain, who noticed it too late, the camera grows more grainy. The camera cuts out as the Ursidain attempts to rush the smaller bot, and a split frame of a blue pulse wave echos from its gun.
A deep-seated anger began to fill room, as all recording on each screen paused at a gruesome death. A dull grey fur inquistor sat at a desk in front of the screens. "I've spent 70 years making sure Octarus does not awaken. It is a massive threat to not just us, but all of the GC, if allowed, to get fully operational... again." Gloved hands gently rub the inquistor's face. "And if word gets out that we are the cause, that could cause an end to us, not just as an empire but also a species if what the GC did to the majority of humanity is to be noted."
"Get me on the line with Quilx." The old inquistor spoke to his help, who rushes off, only to return a moment later. "What's wrong?" The older inquistor asks as a worried frown fills his graying brow.
"Sir, Quilx has made a ground expedition to the planet where he believes Octarus' forces have been coming from." That made the old inquistor shoot up, only to grip his chest with a pained expersion. His body was old and failing as he was reaching a century in his Inquisitoral duties.
The help rushed to him before he shooed them away with another pained grunt. "Quilx will die if he steps foot on that planet! Warn him immediately to change his course of operations." The old inquistor gasped as his body forced him back down onto his padded chair.
"Maker, why?" The old inquistor gasped quietly to himself as he stared into space with horror of first-hand experience.
Decided to try another approach to this. I hope you enjoyed it! C&C is very much welcome and appreciated! Again, thank @wolven91 for creating this amazing universe to allow me to create this weird word soup :>
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Tubbo fankids are so crazy cus like what’s going on
was originally gonna add all of the Tubbo fankids I’ve made onto one page but quickly realized I didn’t have the space so you get two.
What are they talking about? Idk, Lain is probably saying the most crazy shit ever and Tiny just wants to leave.
#Uhhhhh btw these are not from the same smp#Lain is dsmp(kinda? the au is rlly strange)#And Tiny is qsmp#qsmp au#dsmp au#dsmp fankid#Qsmp fankid#Hoglets drawings#polarverse#cuddleverse#artists on tumblr#qsmp#dsmp
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Warm up doodle!!! Cuddleverse fanart bc it's such a soft and wholesome series.
Read it here!!
As always please click to see better quality
#my art#artists on tumblr#mha#bnha#fanart#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#dabi#todoroki touya#hawks#takami keigo#dabihawks#toukei#hotwings
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CuddleVerse Fic (1)
[[ @scaredysanders, hope you don’t mind...this post was too cute, I had to. ]]
“Hold the fuck up.”
Roman paused, startled, and turned from where he’d been about to ascend the staircase. He blinked, squinting into the darkness. “What?”
The living room was dark, but he thought he could see a sad huddled lump on one end of the couch.
He turned around and walked into the room, setting the glass of milk that had been the object of his midnight venture on the end table. He squinted, willing his eyes to adjust, then said: “Virgil?”
A pair of eyes glittered in the darkness, as the anxious side looked up at him from the corner of the couch.
“Did you say, ‘hold the fuck up’?” Roman asked.
Virgil nodded.
“What does that even--?”
“It’s me. I’m the fuck up. Please hold me?”
Roman blinked, then chuckled. “Oh, dear. Did you read that on Tumblr?”
“Yeah.” Virgil’s voice was soft and he smirked up at Roman in the darkness, but when he spoke again he sounded a little bit sad. “Figured it was worth a try.”
Roman’s heart melted. “Hmm,” he said thoughtfully, moving to sit on the couch next to Virgil. “I suppose as far as requests for affection go, it isn’t the worst I’ve ever heard.”
Virgil looked up at him and offered a half-smile, sliding into Roman’s arms when Roman opened them in invitation. He laid his head on Roman’s shoulder and sighed softly, closing his eyes. “What was the worst?” he murmured. “Dare I ask?”
Roman chuckled again, resting his cheek against the crown of Virgil’s head and running his hand lightly over his back. “If I told you you had a great body, would you hold it against me?”
Virgil groaned. “That one’s older than dirt,” he mumbled. “At least I’m being inventive.”
“Hmm. Very well. Points for originality.”
“Thanks. And...um. Roman?”
“Hmm?”
“Thanks.”
Roman closed his eyes and smiled, kissing Virgil’s hair. “You’re welcome.”
#random snippets fics#untitled drabble#prinxiety#just a little thing i felt like writing#Random Snippets Cuddleverse
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Chris Redfield
Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Claire Redfield, Sherry Birkin, Chris Redfield
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Post-Resident Evil 2, Family Feels, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Sharing a Bed
Series: Part 1 of Cuddleverse
Summary:
Leon, Claire, and Sherry made it out of Raccoon City, but Claire still needed to find her brother. Somehow, Leon finds him first when he wasn't even looking, but he's sure as hell happy to have him.
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Or, Chris and Leon meet for the first time.
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Stress Relief
Stress Relief
by AmethystSongWrites
Hawks is stressed and overworked and finds comfort in Touya's cuddles and top tier tiddies.
Words: 2920, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of Cuddleverse
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor
Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks
Additional Tags: Civilian Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Politician Todoroki Touya, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddles, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Soft Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Fluff, Bubble Bath, Trans Takami Keigo | Hawks, Overworked Takami Keigo, Stressed Takami Keigo, Touya's Tremendously Tantalizing Tempting and Titillating Top Tier Terrific Tender Titties
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38008540
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Hotwings#♥#Dabihawks#Hotwings#Enji Todoroki#🔥#🏮#🐦#⚣#R:T#A:Amethyst#Hurt Comfort
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hello!! i was just wondering if you had any destiel fic recs? i really like fanon destiel and was hoping to hear if u had any suggestions on what to start with
Ohhh thank you for asking! I haven’t read much Destiel lately but I read a ton of fic back in the day, so my Destiel recs will probably be a bit out of date (circa 2012-2014) but I’m happy to list some of my faves from back then!
I mentioned this one in a tag rant the other day but “How Still My Heart” by Cadignan on AO3 is one of my favorites! https://archiveofourown.org/works/832691/chapters/1584275 It was started in the summer after s8 ended and before s9, so it’s about Dean trying to find Castiel after he falls and becomes human and the two of them adjusting to this new change and it’s really good! The whole time I was watching s9 I was just thinking about how much better this fic was than the actual show. But note - this fic is locked on AO3 which I believe means you can only read it if you have an AO3 account already.
*From what I remember, I enjoyed all of Cadignan’s fics that I read, especially the Cuddleverse fics - some are pretty smutty if you are (or aren’t) looking for that.
“They’ll Be Peace” by Englandwouldfall (https://archiveofourown.org/works/947751/chapters/1851573) This was pretty much my number one favorite Destiel fic! It’s a real world AU where Dean and Cas are both college students and bartenders at the Roadhouse, and it’s a great slow burn, character driven fic about Dean dealing with his mental health issues and learning he’s worthy of love and it just! made me feel soft and warm and good inside!
“Falling to Fly” by enigma_Kar (https://archiveofourown.org/works/917832/chapters/1781399)
I’m actually so glad you asked me for recs b/c I had COMPLETELY forgotten about this fic but it’s a great Star Trek/Spn crossover which I loved back in the day. Pretty much what it says on the label - About Dean and Cas in Starfleet Academy, Cas is half Vulcan of course, all around good time. I don’t think I ever finished reading it but it is completely finished on AO3 so I’m looking forward to rereading it!
Holy Palmer’s Kiss by Typewriterlove (https://archiveofourown.org/works/914076) I apparently read this one five times so you know it must be good. A cute one-shot set in Night Vale (as in, Welcome to Night Vale) where Dean is a mechanical and Castiel is, of course, an angel.
“Your Call Cannot Be Completed As Dialed” by eBob and K_K_TiBal (https://archiveofourown.org/works/811746/chapters/1533035) There was this phase in 2013 where the trope of “Accidentally text a stranger and become friends and fall in love” was popular (There was a very popular Johnlock fic called “A Finger Slip” which kicked it off, I believe) and I loved this premise, so a Destiel fic about it was of course one of my faves! Another real-world AU where Dean and Cas are college students, cute and fluffy and a little angsty.
(How 2013 is this list? I’ve got a s8-9 themed fic, a Star Trek crossover inspired by the Star Trek movies, a Night Vale crossover, and a texting fic. Ah, 2013...the flower of my youth...)
I know I had some other faves back then, but since it’s been a while I can’t remember the name of most of them and I have 64 pages of history on AO3, so it would take me a while to come up with more - but if I do come across any more, I’ll add them on here!
*Note - I don’t read smut too much so most of these are probably PG13ish, but I don’t not read smut either so there may be some. I don’t remember anything extreme or dark in any of these fics, but most of them I haven’t read in years, so I would advise to read responsibly and check the ratings and tags first :)
**Note - If anyone who wrote any of these fics comes across this and would like me to remove from their fic from the list, please let me know and I will be happy to do so!
I hope these are a good starting place! Enjoy~
#destiel#spn#fic rec#cheollanghae#coming up with this list made me so nostalgic! must...go read...spn fic#thanks for asking this was very fun to come up with!#things you didn't care to know about veronica#the ask and the answer
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*slides a 20 and lowers voice* do you have any Logan angst you’ve written or could recommend
Hmmm...there’s just a smidgen of Logan angst in part 2 of my Cuddleverse story--like, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it but it’s there--but otherwise most of my angst is Virgil-centric.
Anyone else got some Logan angst recs for anon?
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Ikers MacPherson, Lord of the Cuddleverse, Stealer of Seats, My Master
#tall cat#long nails long story#crochet#collar#dawg#jingle bell#Fire photo#it ain't high quality#ikers McPherson
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Inventors
When humanity joined the rest of the races amongst the stars, it was a cause of celebration across the stars as they paraded the humans through the GC ring world, regardless of the gaunt and tired faces that the ticker tape and confetti fell upon.
The celebration was confirmation that there was yet more to the universe to see! The melancholy that had plagued the races for two hundred years was over! There was yet more life in the galaxy! What humanity learnt in the coming weeks and months, was the reason *why* humanity being found and brought into the fold was so important.
It was because the wider galaxy; had stagnated.
No new ideas were being made. No new technology besides mild improvements of what had already been there. No new fashion, just old things recycled again and again. Not even concepts that were commonplace and obvious to humanity had been even thought about by the wider GC. It was so bad, for so long, there was a statement that confused most humans when they heard it. The galaxy was so stagnant, that not even so much as a new recipe had been discovered in over a hundred years.
So, when humanity appeared, most of the races didn't even *think* of asking them whether they had any new ideas they wanted to share with the galaxy, they assumed that the races had not only thought of everything, but that humanity couldn't have possibly discovered new things on their own.
In the end, it was little things that were slowly added to the combined technology of the Galactic Community.
An 'umbrella' was created on a planet that only ever had rain. A blanket with sleeves in was invented for a long-haul transport trip.
'Unique' and 'inspired'.
So obvious most of the races from the stars merely blinked and wondered how they could have possibly missed such marvellous and simple ideas.
Humanity! The little inventors that *could*!
It was brilliant PR for the little race to buck off the sombre knowledge they were nearly extinct to add their own work into the tapestry of the GC. The heads of state even gave a small speech of how, regardless of whether in a hundred years humanity was still with the GC, their little contributions would mean they were remembered forever!
The console screen snapped off and the remote thrown across the room, hitting a cushion with a solid 'thud'.
"Fucking twats." Growled the human, still glaring at the now blank screen, fuming.
A canid's head popped around the doorframe at the outburst with his ears perked and eyes attentive. The human was facing away, but the tense shoulders and anger in Ted's voice told Kiv that the human needed him. The scent was acidic and figuratively burnt the back of Kiv's snout.
"You okay Teddy?" Asked the canid, quickly washing his hands and running them down the messy grey fur of his thighs to dry them. Padding into the room, the human now had his hands on his hips but was staring at the blank console screen mounted on the wall. From Kiv's perspective, he was like an ursidain; a living mountain. The tight green shirt running along and highlighting the corded muscles of his back, neck and shoulders.
"Teddy?" Asked the canid again, gently. He stepped around the oversized sofa and tapped the tips of two of his claws together, holding his hands in front of his chest as a nervous tick. Kiv was a nervous soul and despite doing nothing to earn the ire of the human, there was still a part of the canid that blamed himself for anything negative in the world around him.
The human turned to face Kiv and the mostly fleshy face broke into a tired smile, easing Kiv's fears.
Kiv was not your average canid. He was an outlier by a large margin. As a canid, he was considered 'disabled' despite being perfectly capable to exist in society without the need for help. But Kiv wasn't considered 'capable' in his own species' eyes.
Kiv was a runt. Incapable of serving the military or even private security in any capacity.
At barely 5'5, the canid had to look up at the 6'3 human who dwarfed him in all ways. Kiv practically had to bend his back and crane his neck just to look his fellow canids in the eyes, saying that they could reach up to 10 feet in height. The human blinked and sighed through his nose before speaking.
"Sorry Kiv, I got... annoyed at the TV." Replied the human, gesturing with a limp arm and allowing the tension that was in his broad shoulders to melt away with another sigh. The human merely turned to the canid and wrapped his arms around the short, furry alien. Kiv closed his eyes and rumbled into the nap of Teddy's neck, relishing the thick broad arms of the human, holding him in place. The human, without issue of effort, lifted the wiry canid from the floor and flopped down onto the sofa. It had been built for the titan-esque ursidains in mind; the furniture barely noticed both the human and the tiny canid.
Relaxing into Ted's hug, Kiv didn't know what a 'TV' was but could guess that it was the news that had annoyed Ted. It usually was.
"What were they saying?" Kiv asked quietly after a moment of them both laying there.
"Congratulating us poor, helpless humans and how we're doing *super* and that if we die out, that's okay; we invented stuff." Ted replied with a gruff, annoyed tone. It still made Kiv nervous. The mere tone was enough to set him on edge despite Teddy never *once* raising his voice in anger for frustration at the canid.
Kiv's ears laid flat as he gazed up at his human longingly. Kiv never believed he could be a real canid before meeting Ted. Canids each had an instinctual drive to protect and defend others. It mostly meant one's pack, but when Kiv simply wasn't included in a pack, all he wanted was someone who could rely on him, despite being a runt.
Then he had bumped into the mountain of a creature that was Theodore. Ted or 'Teddy' for short. Kiv liked how only *he* was allowed to call the human 'Teddy'. The human had mistaken Kiv for a cub at first, which the canid couldn't blame the human for. But after that crash introduction, the pair of them had become close friends. Kiv had shown the human around the station in a manner not approved of by the administration and the human had met an equal, one that didn't treat him like a lesser being. Kiv had to admit that he had fallen for the human almost instantly in the beginning...
Moving in together had been pragmatic. Sharing each other's bed was merely the natural progression of things, much to the canid's absolute joy. He had never dreamt that he could have had such a wonderful life when he was growing up.
Kiv gently licked the underside of Teddy's chin, pulling the hulking figure out of his thoughts again.
"You don't need their approval. Since when have you needed anyone's?" Asked the canid carefully, pointing out the truth. The human grinned and planted his soft lips against Kiv's leathery nose once. Kiv licked it as a habitual response.
"You are the only one that matters to me. Just annoyed. I feel called out." Replied the human, merely articulating his feelings for the alien.
"Don't! You're a brilliant inventor! Your invention is going to change the stars! Every canid from here to Anul-6 is going to want one! Even if you only sold them for a single credit; you're never going to have to work another day in your life! We could-"
But Kiv stopped himself and laid his muzzle flat against the human's chest, preventing him from spiralling and talking too fast and too much. He had a habit of getting excited then speaking so much that people found it annoying. Kiv didn't want to annoy Teddy...
"Hey! Hey, hey hey..." The human coaxed, aware that the canid was once again silencing himself. The human used his arms to hug and squeeze the canid to get his attention. Ted was aware that Kiv was used to being shut down by others, merely because his opinion was worthless to them thanks to his size. "What was it? 'We could' what?" The human asked calmly.
"You'll laugh." Accused Kiv, nervous and feeling vulnerable.
"Never at you darling. *Never* at you. What could we do if this works?" Promised the human, using his finger and thumb to being the canid's head up and catch his gaze, holding it; silently promising nothing but respect and love.
"We could... get a little plot of land..." Whispered Kiv in a tiny voice.
"Oh? That would be nice... Whereabouts?" Whispered Ted right back.
"...I always liked the looks of the ursidain forestry worlds... They sell little parcels... I... um... That was my dream. To earn enough to buy one..." Mumbled the canid directly into the chest of the human, the insides of his ears turning a bright pinkie red, that had the human grinning from ear to ear.
"Alright then. That's the goal." Ted said with a firm tone and a curt nod.
Kiv's head snapped right back up, nearly clocking the human under the chin with the canid's skull.
"But what about you?" The furry, wolf-like alien demanded.
Teddy snorted.
"Like I had a 'plan'. Until you came along, I didn't have anything, or anyone left to make plans *with*. At least now..." He touched his nose to the canid's muzzle again. Kiv licked again. "I have someone to dote on."
The pair laid there for a time on the sofa, merely enjoying each other with their eyes closed. Eventually Ted sighed and with a single hand, reached out to the coffee table where one of his prototypes laid there. Grasping it, he held it up in one hand and turned it over.
'This is so stupid' Ted thought to himself, only to have Kiv, seemingly read his mind and pipe up.
"They're brilliant you know. I mean it."
"You really think they'll be popular?" The human gave it a squeeze and physically felt the response from Kiv as he laid on the human. The rubberised material deformed in the human's grip and forced the air out of the hollow insides through a squeaker. The high pitch squeal gave one note, then drawled another as air flooded back in once Ted had relaxed his grip.
His eyes flicked to the canid, who despite living with these things now for a few weeks, was still; completely and utter enraptured by the object. His eyes and ears were locked on and as Ted held the toy still, raised above the canid, Kiv could help but lick his chops and begin to shake in anticipation.
Ted broke out into laughed and scooped the canid up into a hug and rolled the alien against the back of the couch as he began peppering the smaller creature with kisses, his foul mood; long forgotten.
[r/WolvensStories]
[Ko-Fi]
#conservationverse#cuddleverse#human#hfy#haso#humans are space orcs#furry#human x furry#werewolf#canid
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A Hidden Danger pt2
After a few solid minutes of Nellion's continuous alien swearing, they turn back to look at Carrion. The poor human left out a soft nervous chuckle as the predatory eyes of Nellion stared deep into Carrion's darkened visor. Trish placed her hand between the two while Tur gently placed his gloved paw onto Nellion's shoulder.
"It was an accident. None of us could've known that the door would break." Tur rumbled through their speaker, pulling Nellion closer to their stomach. "We just need to find a way to open the door from this side."
"Right. Carrion, because you got us into this, go find a prybar or...something!" Nellion ordered with a very obvious hint of agitation. Carrion reared his head back as if he was just hit.
"My fault?! None of you needed to come in besides Trish because of her job. I'm going to find a generator so we can leave WITHout damaging this place more!" Carrion turns 180° before marching down the hallway. Trish gave a small glare at the rude, suited cat. Her cloven boots clicked loudly against the grating, letting Carrion know she was behind him.
Nellion hissed in agitation as the two were swallowed by the endless darkness. "Let's find something to hope the door with." Tur rumbled as the two would turn down a side corridor, away from the clopping from Trish's hooves.
Once out of earshot, "So you used to work with them?" Carrion asked, breaking the silence, besides the dull hum from their lights. Trish stayed quiet for a few moments, thinking.
"... Yeah. I did a few years ago. Before I met you in the Guardian program." She opened a sidedoor before groaning as it was an empty office room. "It wasn't a long time, but we did get along for the most part."
"Yeah? The last expedition you went on with them, anything interesting happened?" Carrion asks as he turns back to look at her before stopping at a door with a sign that the universal translator glitches and jumples up the works beyond comprehension.
"Uh, I would say less interesting and more scaring. The last one I went on was the reason why we have the H.E.N.S.."
"Yeah? If it's okay for me to ask, what happened?" Carrion asks in a curious tone while trying to sound comforting to his Guardian. She shakes her head softly, metaphorically shaking the memories out.
"No offense, Carrion, but I don't feel comfortable talking about it." She spook with a somber tone the first Carrion has properly heard from her.
"Let's drop that conversation chain then!" Carrion spoke with a hint of strain in voice. Trish turns to look at Carrion, who was trying to now brute force the stuck door. She raises an eyebrow as she goes to help before the door screeches loudly, echoing through the hallway.
"Anything in there?" She asks as peers in with Carrion. Carrion was silent as the two found the petrified remains of a large melted body, fused to the floor and looking like it was reaching towards the ceiling with a clawed hand, now removed of most flesh.
Carrion's light slowly raised up as a drop of something fell onto the hand and 'sizzled' through it. An all black, chitin covered, scorpion like creature stared at Carrion, now recoiling from the sudden light on it.
"Uh... yeah. RUN!" Carrion shouts in a panic right as Trish wraps her suited arm around his waist and yanked him against her chest. This caused him to avoid a stinger that punctured a half a foot wide hole into the grating. Trish lifts him up over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and begins to just bolt down the explored corridor.
The strange scorpion like creature brutally breaks through the door frame as it lets out a high-pitched screech. Tapping of its chitinous feet were following behind her, slowly gaining. She continues to pass by door covered in alien gibberish, and the deeper they get into the corridor, the more carnage is laid bare.
"I hate this planet!" Carrion states in rage as he looks up to see how far away the creature is. Upon getting light on it, it screams in agony before slowly as it recoils. He blinks before grinning widely. "HEY! Trish? Does the H.E.N.S. have a brighten light function?!" He asks as they make a turn, Trish's boots sliding on the strange tile.
"Yeah! Large door incoming! Brace!" Trish shouts as she continues to rush at full speed, bringing her right shoulder to break through the door. The creature turns the corner, still chasing after them only to meet with a flash bang of a sudden light change. It collapsed in a writhing mass of flailing claws.
Trish winced as she shoulder checked the door. The door opened as the original barricade that kept it closed collapsed from her strength. She clenched her right hand as her arm was more than likely hurt, if not broken.
In the room laid more corpses of similar horrific deaths to the first. A large center pillar stood, covered in screens and a large web of cables connecting the top elsewhere unseen. Large rust covered statues completely covered the walls in little arched alcoves.
Carrion jolts in surprise as the creature had let out an earpiercing scream that rattles some of the old debri from the now broken barricade. Trish turned and grabbed a piece of debri that she could wield singlehandedly.
Right as the creature entered the doorway, its tail is about to strike. All the screens on the center tower flicker to life, and the lights follow suit. It screeches in pain as it goes out into the hallway and bursts into the ceiling.
"Power up finished, generator repairs needed soon. Octarus online. Systems need immediate attention.."
After a few moments, a blue eye appeared on the screens. "Greetings...Organics?" The voice from the screens sounded almost hopeful. "Oh, joyous day by the creators! I have new pups to take care of!"
"I'm sorry, what?" Carrion asked as Trish looked also as befuddled the voice but was keeping an eye out at the ceiling.
"I am Octarus, but you pups may call me mother or mommy." Octarus spoke in a gleeful tone as the screen focused on Trish for a moment. "Oh no, you are hurt! Was it that annoying pest that harmed all my old pups?"
"The creature that hates the light? Not technically, I hurt myself getting in here and protecting my Carrion." Trish spoke as the eye focused on Carrion, and he gave a nervous grin under his helmet.
The color of the eye began to turn red as Trish stepped in front of Carrion. The statues began to shift as their eyes in their fox like head begun to glow red. "Children, excute that annoying thorn in my side."
The statues, now robots, begin to step out from their arches, with another robot appearing behind them. They begin to march to the door in synchronization, and they turn to look at Trish and Carrion before moving past. The first one after the door climbs into the damaged ceiling and disappears from view.
"Don't worry. Mommy will protect you adorable pups~."
C&C is welcome! This will be the last of the hidden danger! Ya'll are getting left with a cliffhanger and mommy Dom A.I. with nothing you can do about it! *evil laugh*
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“lain is real and she will come for you next”
#Can’t be fucking fr last night my friend said this to me as we were talking about stupid shit and I gen got goosebumps#Like calm down the dsmp oc you made AINT comin to get you#dsmp oc#rambling#cuddleverse
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There’s an odd pattern that we’ve taken note of between otherwise disconnected items that the collective of mankind finds cute. At first, we were sure it was coincidence, so we experimented with a lot of different subjects to verify its truth. Who knew? Tiny things are just adorable. Would you like to have a 20 oz. bottle of water? Yes? How about a little and squished version of that with this tiny single serve 8 oz bottle!? Let us tell you that we have to dodge the masses running to grab that cute little thing!Of course, that’s the extreme. The more common adorable tiny thing comes in baby versions of already cuddy animals. What’s cuter than a dog or cat? A puppy or kitten. How about your favorite cartoon character? Make them chibi with giant eyes and snuggly little bods and we go collectively nuts for them. Well, how about something dangerous? How about this giant, ferocious, grizzly bear! … Yup. Cuddly li’l teddy bear cub just needs his little schnootz squished!So, we’ve decided to give one of the most frightening and enigmatic figures in cinematic history his day in the cuddleverse, too. Be ready to absolutely fall in love with the dark side of the Force with this Toddler Darth Vader costume. A black polyester jumpsuit (complete with Velcro diaper access) has embroidered designs for the Squish Lord’s biomechanical control panels. The cape attaches with Velcro and the hard and intimidating helmet is even made snuggly worthy by being made of felt. May the Squee be with you!
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Tummy Troubles
Tummy Troubles
by AmethystSongWrites
While trying to surprise Touya at his office, Hawks gets hit with a quirk that gives him horrible stomach pains. Luckily Touya is there to cuddle him and make him feel all better.
Words: 3884, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 6 of Cuddleverse
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks
Additional Tags: Civilian Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Touya is a Politician, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Sickfic, Trans Takami Keigo | Hawks, Touya's Tremendously Tantalizing Tempting and Titillating Top Tier Terrific Tender Titties
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40106541
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It's Cold Outside
Space isn't as cold as one expects.
Oh sure, in the shadow of something; it's freezing, but exposed to a star and no way to naturally dissipate the heat? It gets hot quickly. Having a robust method of cooling one's ship is vital, otherwise the crew would cook within hours. One's ability to cool one's systems is the deciding factor of how much a ship can do in most situations. Problem arise though when that system goes on the fritz and doesn't stop cooling.
On its own, Neil wouldn't have really had an issue. Maybe put on an extra jacket or hoodie? Sure, it was cool, but it wasn't cold. Unfortunately, Yil'ro was a ssypno and cold blooded.
She wasn't cruel, evil, or mean. She was not cold blooded in that sense, but more literally; she made very little of her own heat and without enough heat, she would slow down, become sluggish and eventually fall into a coma. The ship wasn't huge, it was enough for a grand total of eleven crew members. Yil'ro was missed when she didn't appear at breakfast.
When the human had gone to check on her in her, comparatively to her size, tiny quarters, he'd keyed the door open to find her trying desperately to warm up. Blankets covered her and several instant hot food snacks resting against her gently steaming into the air-conditioned room.
"It's... Not... not enough..." She explained haltingly. Coiling herself into a tight knot, causing the hot-pots to wobble.
Neils, unafraid of the blue Titanoboa, stepped up and placed a hand on the nearest loop of her tail in a show of care and solidarity.
"Is there anything I can do? I can bring more blankets?" The man suggested, genuinely concerned for his friend of the last three months. However, she reacted to his touch, pushing into his palm.
"By the storm snake's blessing, your hands are like a fire..." She murmured, seemingly not hearing him.
Emboldened, the man rubbed his palms together quickly and placed both back onto the coil, which surged up again and into his hands. Neil had always delighted in the deep blue scales of Yil'ro, they were so dark that without light they looked almost black. Currently they shimmered and moulded under his touch.
"Is this helping?"
"Yes!"
"Should I get everyone else?"
"It doesn't work like this with t-them. Too much fur. Feels cold."
The skin. Humans were alone in the universe with regards to how little they had to cover them. A bit of hair, here and there, but nothing even close to the full head to tail covering of pelt that most of the other races had. Skin on scale transferred heat with such efficiency, that it had been reported that humans who touched the draconians, geckins or the ssypno; felt heavenly.
Neils frowned as he tried to think of a solution, before his mind offered him one.
There was a second of debate, but all it took was to see Yil'ro's miserable face, pulled tight against her coils to make the decision for him.
The man put his weight onto the coil in front of him and vaulted it, swinging a leg up and over it. The size of a ssypno can not be understated. They regularly reached forty to forty-five feet in length with the potential to get much, much bigger. Even with his leg thrown over one of her smaller coils, his toes barely touched the floor.
"Ooh.. What-? Neil?!" Yil'ro started, apparently opening her eyes to see what had just briefly provided two legs' worth of heat across one section of her tail. "What are you... you doing?" She asked, flinching as she shivered with the cold.
"It's an old human trick, sharing body heat."
"But-"
"In life and death situations, skin on skin contact can save your life. I'm not offering, I'm instructing you-" Neil removed his top, the frigid air making his skin pebble. "-To coil me. Shut up! Just do it." Neil ordered with a firm tone, silencing Yil'ro before she could say another word.
Despite her cooled state, the speed at which a ssypno could move shocked the human as her torso appeared from the depths of her coils and embraced him with all four arms. Then, thick, muscular coils wrapped and coiled around the pair of them, sandwiching them together before the outside world was lost and all the remained was the sound of the ssypno and the human's breathing.
She was cool to the touch and Neils could feel the heat sap from him, before the air in the confined space began to warm notably.
"Oooh..." the chest Neil was pressed to rumbled. "Oh my..." Yil'ro murmured.
"I had always wondered... what it was like to hold you- I mean a human..." She corrected hastily. Neil just grinned.
"Enjoy what you like, I just want y-" Neil's words were cut off as he squeaked. One of the broad hands that were clasped down his back had twitched sidesways and given his rump a hard squeeze having him jerk forwards into her.
"You said 'enjoy'..." Yil'ro giggled, already seeming much closer to her old self. "Can we... do this every morning? It would definitely help me get moving..."
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