#huge and large my awesome pig

[memorycycle]

boar of strenght and boar of power

heavy training every hour

huge and fat my awesome pig

i make it large i make it big

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

EQUIUS: D -> Boar of STRENGTH and boar of POWER

EQUIUS: D -> HEAVY training every hour

EQUIUS: D -> Huge and fat my awesome pig

EQUIUS: D -> I make it large I make it big

KARKAT: SANG THIS SHIT EVERY TIME I WENT UP THE MOUNTAIN TO MAKE MY PIG DRINK FROM THE STREAM FOR MONTHS. IT WORKED *BUT* MY WHOLE BLOODLINE IS CURSED NOW SO LIKE. MAYBE NOT WORTH IT. 6 / 10

#source: @memorycycle and @wild-zamboni #in which equius discovers another hooved animal: the humble hog #homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #incorrect quotes #mod dave #equius zahhak #karkat vantas

[considernature]

Hello everyone! Damn, the paddlefish article has really brought a lot of new folks to this blog! Welcome everyone, and thank you so much for joining this lovely little project of mine--I am so grateful that so many people have taken an interest in my work and in the species I want to help protect.

Since there are so many new folks here, I wanted to give a brief rundown on the articles I've written so far. In the last year and a half of this project, I've been able to write about seventeen awesome and unique species that are in need of further conservation attention. Here are some links to learn more about them:

Olm (Proteus anguinus): the OG and mascot for the site, this eyeless salamander manages to survive in its pitch-dark cave biome through incredible sensory abilities and supernatural patience.

Indian Purple Frog (Nasikabatrachus sahyadrensis): this comically-ugly creature is also incredibly mysterious, spending its entire life underground and only emerging for a single day each year.

Pygmy Hippo (Choeropsis liberiensis): this secretive, pig-sized mammal is the only surviving relative of the mighty river hippo, but lives a completely different lifestyle from its much more famous cousin.

Scaly-Foot Snail (Chrysomallon squamiferum): one of the weirdest animals on the planet, this snail grows a shell reinforced with iron and lives around hydrothermal vents deep beneath the surface of the Indian ocean.

Kaua'i Cave Wolf Spider (Adelocosa anops): this blind cave spider is one of the rarest arthropods on Earth, and lives in tunnels carved by lava flows beneath the surface of the Hawaiian Island of Kaua'i.

Shoebill (Balaeniceps rex): this huge African water bird uses its tremendous beak like a guillotine to smash and decapitate its prey.

Largetooth Sawfish (Pristis pristis): this relative of sharks and rays has a tremendous nose lined with teeth which it uses to dig up and swipe at prey, but that's not the only thing its nose is good for.

Takin (Budorcas taxicolor): this large goat relative is quite possibly the most mysterious large land mammal on Earth, as it lives deep in the forested mountains of China, India, and Bhutan.

Zacatuche (Romerolagus diazi): also known as the "volcano rabbit", this adorable little fellow is an excellent gateway into understanding the benefits of grasslands to ecosystems and human settlements alike. Done in collaboration with Mexico'a CONANP.

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Secretarybird (Sagittarius serpentarius): this badass raptor stalks the African savannah, using its powerful legs to deliver one of the fastest and most accurate kicks in the animal kingdom (and yes it's also the bird from Aggretsuko).

Manchineel (Hippomane mancinella): the first plant written about on Consider Nature (though certainly not the last), the manchineel is quite possibly the most toxic tree in the world, with every part of its anatomy steeped with a variety of noxious substances.

Gharial (Gavialis gangeticus): this crocodilian is a fish specialist, using its long, slender snout like a rapier to cut through the water and snag its prey.

Vaquita (Phocoena sinus): the most-endangered mammal on the face of the Earth, the Vaquita is a tiny porpoise that has gotten caught up in the black market trade of an extremely valuable fish bladder. Done in collaboration with Sea Shepherd International.

Pekapeka (Mystacina tuberculata): this tiny bat species is one of only 2 mammals native to New Zealand and spends more time on the ground than any other bat species in the world, despite being able to fly.

Angular Roughshark (Oxynotus centrina): this shark is native to the coasts of Western Europe and Africa, where it lives over a thousand feet beneath the waves and is rarely seen by people.

Marine Iguana (Amblyrhynchus cristatus): these iguanas are the only seafaring lizards in the world, and have developed a variety of remarkable adaptations to survive the extreme conditions of the Galapagos Islands.

And as always, if you have any suggestions, questions, or just want to say hi, you can DM me here or email me at [email protected]. Welcome, and thank you for your support.

#animals #science #biology #nature #conservation #consider nature

[alia15]

Chicago, 2023.

I once blogged about a quick work trip I took to this city in June 2018, and mentioned how I fell in love with it at the time. I fell in love with it so much, in fact, that it was always on my list for another visit at some point.

Well, five years later, I did get to go back -- and this time, with my favorite travel partner! We crammed a LOT in within three full days in Chicago, but I wanted to share our faves/highlights from the long weekend, in case you're thinking of visiting:

Must-Do's

A ball game at Wrigley, if you can! Leo is a baseball fanatic, so the goal is always to see a world renowned stadium wherever we travel in the US. You'll get to see a historic ballpark, the famous "seventh inning stretch" where the crowd sings "Take Me Out to the Ballgame," and even get to experience some of the cool bars and restaurants in the area, including one with a batting cage inside.

Architectural boat tour -- can't recommend it enough! Chicago looks very similar to New York City with its amazing skyscrapers/buildings, but as a New Yorker I gotta say: their buildings are SO much nicer than ours. So much history, incredible designs, and so aesthetically pleasing (minus that comically large TRUMP tower that lurks over the river). Doing a boat tour on the river allows you to take in all the gorgeous views, get a history lesson on the city and its architecture, AND even have a cocktail while doing it.

Navy Pier. We didn't have a LOT of time here, but if we had another day we would have went back. Fun area to walk around, explore, and even get on a ferris wheel, which we did ;)

Food tours! Leo and I LOVE these and do them often, even in New York where we live. It's a fantastic way to see a city/neighborhood, experience it's culinary specialties, meet people and....well, get your steps in. We did Bobby's Bike Hike on our first night there and got to see all the big landmarks (the "Bean," the Chicago theater) and try all the quintessential Chicago foods: a deep-dish pizza (loved it), a Chicago hot dog and an Italian beef. YES CHEF.

Restaurants/Bars

Girl & the Goat. Don't miss it if you're a foodie, love a trendy spot, and love a "different" kind of menu (one of the dishes we ordered was "pig face). The food was out of this world -- along with the service -- and even though we were seated very close to other patrons and the noise level was up there, this was a huge highlight for us. Great meal, dessert AND cocktails.

Rooftop bars: Cindy's and LondonHouse. The former has a great view of Millennium Park and The Bean, and the latter overlooks the river and all the surrounding buildings. We had drinks at both and highly recommend for the views alone!

The Franklin Room. Another great dinner here (River North area) in a more unassuming spot that felt like a more local, neighborhood joint but had great food.

The Riverwalk: we spent a lot of time here and bopped in and out of so many places -- I recommend The Northman Beer & Cider garden which is a cute outdoor brewery area, River Roast (we came for a drink/charcuterie but looked like a nice restaurant with great water views), and TacoRio. There are so many others we didn't get to stop in that looked great: Beatnik, Tiny Tapp, City Winery, O'Briens. On a nice day you really can't go wrong enjoying the scene and you can easily access all the locations.

We stayed at the Kimpton Monaco downtown which also has a restaurant attached (Fisk & Co.) and enjoyed our stay there. We were in a prime location and the room was nice, plus the staff.

Chicago is an awesome city, and if you've never been, I would DEFINITELY add it to your list.

XO,

AA

#chicago #travel #chicago riverwalk #illinois #chicago illinois #life lately #photography

[the-firebird69]

My son went to change the tires awesome for 3 years and they wouldn't let him and the idiots showed up at Walmart trying to stop him so we went after them and said he's hardly keeping his head up and you guys want to put it down so we're going to nail you with your useless and they're disgusting pigs and getting shot up and killed and they should

-we went after them pretty hard and two of them arrested the third is at Large and he went ahead and ran to another state

Clearing of area for him to get a ship's out and the morlock afford that process almost 100% And as a sacrificial lamb. They're also providing a buffer between real fighting forces and themselves and Tommy f is finally trying to remove that buffer for some reason I'm not sure why yeah I know why he wants to go fully automatic fully autonomous with the mega computers he built the only problem is the other leaders want to do a tune or fighting and it's a suckers bet and it is something that the max fed them slowly and they fell for it so now you're not even a buffer

Zues Hera

It's very observant for someone who's not necessarily informed with the information packets like these losers are and these losers are falling for it and so is Tom yeah soon to be out and we have to be ready for it and that's what he's been saying for a year we need to produce our own weaponry our own systems these people are no longer a buffer and the foreigners are doing it too very huge heads up in a warning to us they're incompetences mind-boggling they're complete failure on the battlefield is obvious most of them will not fall over before anything hits out of here their bodies are immobilized so we are getting ready to fight if we have to and he said it and it could be a big transition and we all see it and we're having a huge meetings and we're going to have a summit now I arranged it and it's today

Thor Freya

Thank you Zeus and Hera we hear she was involved and we're watching and we know she was

Olympus

[germanshepherddoginfo]

5 Best Hairdryers for Golden Retriever Dogs

Best hairdryers for Golden Retrievers: If you have a golden retriever, you know that their coat is one of their best features. But keeping it looking its best can be a challenge, especially when it comes to drying. Golden retrievers have a lot of fur, and it can take forever to dry them off with a regular hair dryer. Also Read: Best Hair Dryers for German Shepherds That's why we've put together a list of the five best hair dryers for golden retrievers. Whether you're looking for something powerful and professional or something more portable, we've got you covered. 1. Shernbao High Velocity 6HP Dog Dryer

Shernbao High Velocity 6HP Dog Dryer

Compared to handheld hair dryers our dryer reduces time by over 70%, saving your precious time, especially when grooming large dogs like Golden Retrievers. View on Amazon This professional-grade hair dryer is perfect for golden retrievers. It's powerful enough to get the job done quickly, and it has multiple settings so you can control the heat and airflow. It also comes with a detachable hose, so you can reach all the way down to your dog's skin. 2. My Pet Command 110V Dog Hair Force Dryer

My Pet Command 110V Dog Hair Force Dryer

Highest Power with lowest noise to power ratio with 10% greater airflow than other single motor dryers . This Quiet High velocity dryer is made to Dry your pets in no time at all As well as blowing out undercoats for deshedding, freeing you up from endless hours of grooming , with variable wind air flow. View on Amazon This hair dryer is also powerful and professional-grade. It has two speeds and three heat settings, so you can customize the drying experience for your dog. It also comes with a diffuser attachment, which is great for golden retrievers with sensitive skin. 3. HOBEKRK Portable Dryers

HOBEKRK Portable Dryers

2500w high power/65DB low noise/pure copper motor/heat insulation cover/cool and warm air adjustment/wind speed stepless variable speed adjustment/long grip not hot/slip base View on Amazon If you're looking for a hair dryer that's more portable, this is a great option. It's small and lightweight, so you can easily take it with you on the go. It also has two speed settings and a cool shot button, so you can get the perfect dry every time. 4. Shernbao High Velocity Dog Dryer

Shernbao High Velocity Dog Dryer

The drying speed is incredible, which is 50% faster than other products. It is suitable for both grooming salon and family use. View on Amazon This hair dryer is similar to the first one on our list, but it's a bit smaller and more affordable. It's still powerful enough to get the job done quickly, and it has multiple heat and speed settings. It also comes with a detachable hose, so you can reach all the way down to your dog's skin. 5. Flying Pig High Velocity Dog Pet Grooming Dryer

Flying Pig High Velocity Dog Pet Grooming Dryer

This has been AWESOME for Golden Retrievers! It's especially awesome for our Golden that gets hot spots/skin issues. This really makes a huge difference for his skin getting it dry right away after swimming or a bath. It's not too loud, has plenty of adjustments you can make as well. View on Amazon This hair dryer is perfect while researching Best hairdryers for Golden Retrievers who need a little extra help getting dry. It's powerful and has two speed settings, so you can customize the drying experience. It also comes with a diffuser attachment, which is great for golden retrievers with sensitive skin. Now that you know about the 5 best hair dryers for Golden Retrievers, you can make an informed decision about which one is right for your pet. If you are still unsure about which hair dryer to buy, then you can check out our buyer's guide. This guide will give you all the information you need to make an informed decision about which hair dryer is the best for your pet.

How to choose the best hairdryers for your Golden Retriever dog?

When it comes to choosing Best hairdryers for Golden Retrievers, there are a few things you need to take into account in order to make sure you're getting the best possible product for your dog. - The first thing you need to consider is the type of hairdryer you need. There are two main types of hairdryers on the market - high velocity and low velocity. - High velocity hairdryers are great for dogs with thick coats, as they can blow through the coat and dry it quickly and efficiently. - Low velocity hairdryers, on the other hand, are better suited for dogs with thinner coats, as they will take longer to dry the coat but won't cause as much damage to the coat. - The next thing you need to consider is the size of the hairdryer. If you have a small dog, you'll need a smaller hairdryer, and vice versa. The size of the hairdryer will also affect the amount of time it takes to dry your dog's coat - a smaller hairdryer will take longer to dry a thick coat than a larger hairdryer. - Finally, you need to consider the price of the hairdryer. High velocity hairdryers tend to be more expensive than low velocity hairdryers, but they are definitely worth the investment if you have a thick-coated dog. If you have a thinner-coated dog, however, a low velocity hairdryer will probably be the better option.

What to look for when buying a hairdryer for your Golden Retriever dog?

When it comes to buying Best hairdryers for Golden Retrievers, there are a few things you need to take into consideration. - First and foremost, you need to make sure you get a hairdryer that is powerful enough to dry your dog's coat. There are a lot of hairdryers on the market that are not powerful enough to properly dry a Golden Retriever's coat, so make sure you get one that is. - Another thing to consider is the size of the hairdryer. You need to make sure the hairdryer you get is the right size for your dog. If it is too small, it will not be able to properly dry your dog's coat. If it is too big, it will be too powerful and could damage your dog's coat. - Finally, you need to make sure the hairdryer you get is easy to use. Some hairdryers are very difficult to use and can be quite frustrating. Make sure you get one that is easy to use and that you feel comfortable using. When you take all of these things into consideration, you should have no problem finding the perfect hairdryer for your Golden Retriever dog. Read the full article

#BesthairdryersforGoldenRetrievers

[steinntroll]

INSTAGRAM  |  ETSY |  

Entelodont (Hell pig) art doll. 

This is my part of an artdoll trade with awesome and very talented hikigane.creatures - https://www.instagram.com/hikigane.creatures/

who made an amazing Cockatrice for me!<3 She said that she would love to get a doll based on a prehistoric animal - Entelodont, and I was pretty excited to work on it!  Entelodont  is a large prehistoric pig-like mammal with big chunky teeth, stumpy body, and huge heads. In truth, it was quite difficult to not go crazy with fantasy design because I wanted to save  that monumental laconicism and a certain roughness of prehistoric animal's shape (I hope I succeeded). Since the fur I chose for him is non-stretching + it has a pretty short neck, its head rotation is rather limited, also his little tail can be posed a bit. I so enjoyed working on this little furious pig. And I'm very happy about this doll trade!

[lunnybunny12]

Monkey king X reader (part 3)

A young boy named Liuer embarks on an awesome adventure to protect a young baby girl with his monkey friend (Y/N). Little does Liuer know that his friend that he's known most of his life is over 500 years old and has been sent by the great Buddha himself to for fill her destiny

Master list

Part 2                                                                                          Part 4

You didn't sleep that night, you kept hearing strange noises all the time. You couldn't risk the lives of 2 children for an hour of sleep. That was not something you would do. As soon as you saw the sunrise you woke up Liuer and the baby.

"Ok, Lauer its time to get up." you said in a sweet voice.

With a grumble, he said "Morning".

"Morning" you replied as you placed the baby girl into the carrying basket and handed it to a now wide awake Lauer.

"So what’s the plan? what are we going to do now?" he asked while the baby was biting the woven basket.

With a quick scan of the area once again you lead the children out of the cave and to the bottom of a steep mountain that had a huge peach tree on top.

You pointed up to the tree and said " Breakfast. You ready to climb?"

small skip to the top of the mountain

When the 2 of you got to the top of the mountain, Lauer collapsed into a fit of panting. " You could have taken it easy on me you know. I am carrying a baby on my back" Liuer wheezed

" What? you said you wanted to race and you know how competitive I am" you giggled as you helped him sit up.

You turned to see loads of what looked like guinea pigs surrounding you with peaches in their tiny paws.

" Thank you, God of Land," you said as you took a palm-full of peaches from the tiny mammals.

You got multiple squeaks in return.  

As you placed peach after peach into the carrying basket, you heard a rustling coming from a nearby bush. 

"Lauer, climb up the tree now!" you commanded as a troll leapt from the bush and tried to climb after the 3 of you.

You threw the children into a crack in the rocks and kicked the beast off of the tree, sending it to the bottom of the cliff. 

You followed Lauer and the baby shortly after and ended up in a large cave.

"Ow," you whispered under your breath as you looked at the palm of your hand to see little droplets of blood-forming from a small cut, on your thumb. As a drop fell from your hand you saw that it didn't fall to the ground. infect it just disappeared.

You were just about to investigate this strange occurrence but you were snapped from your thoughts when you herd Liuer fall through a gap in the floor of the cave.

"Lauer are you ok?" you asked In slight panic.

"Yea. Wow, (Y/N) you need to see this" he answered

You then continued to slide down the little slide the young monk had made for you.

As you walked into the cold room you saw Liuer walking around a very large coulomb of blue ice. The coulomb also had multiple monkey-like hands coming out of it. What also caught your eye was all of the chains that seemed to be going into the ice.

A deep, familiar voice in almost a whisper say " Touch the hand".

It scared you. 

You gasped as you to looked around the room for who could have whispered that only to see that the room was covered in stone carvings of the great Buddha.

With a sigh, you turned to one of the hands that were in the ice and placed your hand onto it.

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If you'd like to be updated on this story, please let me know and I'll add you to the tag list 🐒🐵

#monkey king hero is back #monkey king #monkey king x reader #Sun WuKong x reader #Sun Wukong

[imatechbummerliketomholland]

sorry seems to be the hardest word - h.o

Word count: 3171

Warning: angst, swear

Pairing : harrison osterfield

Request: no.

N/A: It took me so long to write this. I remember i asked @soft-haz to write something with the "sorry seems to be the hardest word" vibe, it was so good! But i wanted to write something by myself too. Remember, english is not my first language, so be kind if you spot mistakes, i really try my best. Italics parts are flashbacks

Thanks to @petersasteria because she correct a big part of this fic! Love you. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Love you all! xx

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part 2 (harry hollad x reader) - part 3 (harry holland x reader)

The few rays of sunshine in London today and England's victory over the Croats had improved your mood. Tom and Harry were home as soon as the game was over, they found you sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. You hadn't wanted to join them at the bar for obvious reasons: to keep your privacy as much as possible. Living with four boys was not easy, but living with four boys, one of whom was a world-famous actor and another in the midst of the media boom, was even more so. Of course, fans knew that Tom, Harrison, Harry, and Tuwaine had a female roommate. But you've always managed to never appear with your face uncovered in any media activity of your four-favorite divs.

The bottle was already nearly empty and you were already on your drunken streak, not wanting to stop when two of your drinking buddies had just entered. What a good opportunity to continue the evening.

"Will you join me, boys?"

“Mmm yeah, sure, love.” Harry said.

But a problem presented itself to you: the boys drank beer, you drank wine. You had two options now: either open a new bottle of wine for yourself or continue the evening with beer. Your eyes turned to your glass, spilling the rest of the bottle into your jug before swallowing it dry. Harry had a stunned expression on his face as Tom smirked.

"I see hanging out with us leaves its mark."

"You wish, Holland. I knew how to do it before I even knew you existed."

"You've known me since I was 19."

"And you think I waited for you to learn how to drink?"

"Fair enough."

You met the boys in a pub. You’ll never tell Nikki that, when you met them, her precious twins drank too many beers even if they weren’t old enough to drink (technically, they weren’t criminals, drinking beer at 16 is legal and come on, it’s England!)

❀❀❀

So, you met the boys in a pub. It was one of the nights when your friends and you wanted to drink until you're blackout drunk. You were in that pub/club, looking up after one of your friends. She had detected some pretty boys in the back and left you there, alone. You moved around the room without paying attention: glass in hand, your phone you stared at in the other. You suddenly felt an arm blocking your chest with force. The surprise had made you drop your glass.

“What the heck?!?”

“You will not pass, miss.”

“Oh yeah? Why? Is the pope there?” You said sarcastically

The man who stood in your way raised an eyebrow and you looked at him, waiting for a response.

“You are very funny. It’s a VIP space.”

“Once again, why is that?”

“None of your business.”

“Actually, I don't care if Sir Elton John is in that bar or if it's even the Queen of England. I'm just looking for my friend: tall, blonde, balloon-sized fucking boobs, red dress."

“Not seen."

You sighed. The situation annoyed you to the highest point. You had lost your friend and that big asshole had broken your glass. The man in front of you seemed to be marble. Short answer, arms crossed, and an imposing posture. All you wanted tonight was just to have fun. You didn't care that God-knows-who, any famous or rich enough to book a VIP space, was in that bar.

"Would the asshole that hired you tonight, at least be kind enough to buy me the glass you broke with your bullshit?"

From his side, Harry had noticed the altercation. He then walked towards you, he laughed when he heard you insult his brother through the bouncer's fault. And as the Colossus' bodyguard was about to tell you that you could always dream of getting that free drink, Harry spoke up.

“The asshole, maybe not directly. But the asshole's brother. Certainly. It will be on his check anyway.”

“For God's sake, what are you waiting for then?”

And just like that, you met the boys. Harry paid you for the glass that the other jerk broke, invited you to this precious VIP space and you could talk and dance the night away. You had exchanged your social media and over time, your phone numbers. And as fast as you couldn't imagine, you had found yourself stuck in an apartment with four adorable idiots as roommates.

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"Hey, y/n, where are the others?" Harry asked.

You grumbled and grabbed the beer the curly had just opened. He protested as you took a sip. Tom gave you a curious look and you frowned behind your bottle.

"y/n?”

"I don't know where T is, but Harrison's gone on a date with Gracie."

The two brothers exchanged a look heard in the face of the bitterness they had perceived in your voice. It was no longer much of a secret that you had feelings for Harrison. You had feelings for Tom's best friend for almost as long as you'd met him. Harry had noticed it first, because you were much closer to him than to Tom. The actor had understood at the start of an evening, at the beginning of the relationship between Harrison and his girlfriend.

However, you didn't hate Gracie. She was beautiful, kind, and very funny. She really brought out the best in Harrison, she made him happy and you could see that because of the distinct smile on his face. You didn't hate her; she just wasn't you and you just weren't her. And that was the whole problem. Jealousy consumed you and you hated yourself for it.

“Are you alright, darling?” Tom asked you since silence filled the room after your last sentence.

"I'll be fine after one more drink" you simply answered.

You took a sip of the beer you stole from Harry. Drowning in alcohol was certainly not the solution. But you just wanted to forget the blond a bit for tonight. Tom's worried look made you roll your eyes.

"Oh come on, Tom. Don't give me those eyes. I will be fine ..."

“Yeah, sure.” he said with a doubt.

"Can we just watch a silly movie or play a silly game to make my night better?"

Harry seemed to hear you as he shrugged and took a sip of his drink. He knew you by heart. At this point, he really considered you his best friend. So he knew you needed something to clear your mind. Something where your mind should be quick to think about.

“One,” he said nonchalantly.

"Two" you responded with a huge smile on your face.

"You are both stupid." the Holland elder complained about the game you had just started.

"You say that because you're a lousy actor who can't remember his lines. Play Holland!"

"Three". He capitulated.

And you continued like this until 21. Then, there followed a multitude of rule additions each time you reach the number 21. The 7 turned into "I'm a poor liar", the 18 into "I'd rather kiss a guinea pig" ... And every time one of you made a mistake, he drank. After an hour, the game looked like a strange conversation from the outside.

"Squirrels are scary, man." Harry said, mimicking his older brother.

"Black Widow is the best president of the United States" Tom said

"But she’s a bad lay." you responded, with a fake sigh of disappointment

"I'd rather kiss a guinea pig"

"Because you have no taste"

"Twenty"

It was at this precise moment, in the middle of the conversation, that Harrison decided to enter the living room. His blissful smile gave way to an air of amazement and disbelief at the talk between his three roommates. It was Tom who first noticed his best friend. He nodded to greet him. Harrison wore a simple black t-shirt with chinos. You took a look at your roommate and your cheeks flushed a little more than they already were.

"Hello mate! How was your date?" asked Tom with a big smile on his face

"Awesome. Can't believe it will be a year in 3 freaking days." Harrison said.

You could see his large smile, and blissful air. He was sweating happiness and although you were happy for him, it tore your heart. You purse your lips to avoid comment. Harry spoke up.

"We're playing 21. Do you want to land with us?"

"In fact, you can take my place." You got up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen to drop off your beer drain. Harrison frowned as Tom exchanged a new look with his brother.

"y/n, you can stay, It's an unlimited players game." Harry almost begged.

"No, I'm tired. I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed."

“y/n” Harrison tried to call you to hold you back a little longer.

But you were already gone. You've never climbed the stairs so fast to run away from your roommate/best friend. Harrison looked at Tom and Harry, worried about your behavior. The curly one just shrugged his shoulders as his brother shook his head, silent. They weren't intending to get involved in this. You were the only master of your feelings and the time you'll decide to confess them to Harrison. That is why they preferred to be quiet.

☙♡❧

You spent the whole next week to avoid Harrison as much as possible. Established more distance with him was your solution to protect yourself from your feelings especially after his one-year anniversary date with Gracie and his absolute cute instagram post. It broke you down. Your heart was in peace but you couldn't blame him or his girlfriend. You were in love with the wrong guy, that's all.

But you couldn't hide from him forever. After all, you both lived in the same house, you had the same friends. So, it was hard to pretend he didn't exist.

Today was not your lucky day. You bumped into him in the kitchen. That was his opportunity to hold you down. He grabbed you by the shoulders, preventing you from burying yourself. Now he would finally find out what was wrong with you. Because Harrison wasn't a fool. He had noticed that you acted with him differently. Your behavior remained unchanged towards the other boys in the house.

“y/n. Don’t avoid me; please, please y/n, look at me”

You have plunged your eyes into its bewitching blue irises. Big mistake. You were drowning now in the turmoil of your feelings for the blonde. He had always had that effect on you, always. Tears started to bead at the corners of your eyes, you were biting your lip to hold back the torrent of tears that was already beginning to flow. Harrison's throat tightened at the sight of you like that and his hold on your shoulders slowly loosened.

“I hate seeing you like this. Please talk to me” he almost begged you

“Harrison…” your voice struggle as soon you pronounced his name.

“Please darling…tell me what’s goin’ on”

As a perfect angel, Tom was the one who saved you by interrupting this quick talk. You wiped away your tears with the end of your sleeve and run away to your room. Harrison sighed in despair. He didn't understand why you were running away from him like the plague.

“Dude, do you know why she's like that. What did I do? » He finally asked to Tom.

"I can't tell you Haz. She's the only one having the right to tell you about this"

"Bullshit. Fuck you all." Harrison said, frustrated.

Then he just quit, leaving the kitchen.

☙♡❧

Sunday came and Tom asked you all to spend the night with him before his LA trip the next evening. It was a normal night with friends. And despite your pent-up feelings and wanting to avoid Harrison at all costs, you didn't want to miss Tom, he was your friend.

There was only the usual gang: Harry, Tuwaine, Tom (obviously) and you. But the tension was felt within the group. The lingering unspoken words about your feelings for Harrison were beginning to weigh on all of your friendship. It was so bad that it hurts to stay in the same room as Harrison. All you could see was his constant happiness, this wonderful man he had always been but in a more radiant version of himself. And you weren't the cause of that. You hated it, you hated being selfish that much. You were ready to sacrifice your friendship with the young Netflix actor for two reasons: you wanted to protect yourself ... and you weren't ready to be that obstacle in the midst of Harrison and Grace's happiness.

You were in the kitchen with Harry, pretending to help him with drinks and snacks. The curly boy could see you dragging your feet, repeating like a mantra this phrase "come on, you can do it ... do it for Tom, it's his night. Don’t be selfish, you can make it." And you really wanted it ... have a good time with your friends.

Sometimes Harry felt guilty for introducing Gracie to Harrison. They worked together as set PA in 2018 and became close friends but not as close as you were with him. You considered him like your best friend. It made sense for him to feel a bit responsible for your broken heart. But you never said a word about it.

“I’m sorry, y/n” confessed Harry.

“For what?” you simply responded.

"For having hampered your happiness. I was stupid to introduce Grace to Harrison and ignore your feelings. I wanted to help my friend. "

"Bullshit Harry. Never apologize for that. You've been a great friend to Harrison."

"But not for you."

"Who cares?" you asked, trying to minimize your feelings

"Me ... you are one of my best friend y/n"

"Just like Harrison is your best friend. Don't apologize for making him happy. Fuck, I'm the one who should apologize." You said, with a tone of anger and despair in your voice

And that's how you crack, breaking in all your sensitivity. You couldn't hold back your tears from falling as you blasted everything that was on your heart. You don't even realize that Harrison is a few feet behind your back. The weight of your feelings, your anxieties explode in the kitchen as when a cup is dropped on the immaculate tiled floor.

“What I got to do to make him love me? What I got to do to make him care? Not as the sweet friend Harry. I’m deeply in love with him and it’s gonna drive me insane! What I got to do to make him want me? Huh Harry, can you tell me? All those question in my head…and no answer to that. And you know what? It's sad, sad situation…more than that it’s a shitty situation, because I'm getting away from him and it makes us sick. Because I'm unable to tell him why.”

“You just told me.” Harrison finally said.

You jumped for a second before you froze. Harry is caught off guard and rushes into the living room stammering an apology. You are trapped. You are trapped and you can hear the footsteps of your roommate coming closer to you, so close, that now you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. Gently, he places his hands on your arms and exerts pressure for you to face him.

"You love me"

"It depends ..." you replied with difficulty

"On what?"

"On what you heard before."

"Enough that you can't contradict me."

Her thin smile doesn't help you relax. Instead, you look down, admiring your two pairs of feet. You felt like being stripped naked and you didn't like that feeling. If you could have kept this secret in your grave. But now he knew and you felt even heavier than the Titanic.

"So ... is that it? Nothing more to tell me?"

"What do you want me to add to what you've already heard?"

"Sorry?" he tried.

"For what?"

"For what? y/n are you kidding me? Sorry for being distant with me, maybe? Sorry for hiding all these things from you? Sorry for not trusting our friendship to come to me and speak?" he exploded…

"What would that have been for, Harrison? You don't love me back…" you screamed back.

"I ... I’m ..."

"See, sorry seems to be the hardest word."

After that last ironic reply, silence fell in the kitchen. So was that it? Was that how your friendship was to end? The great giants of the universe had reserved this dramatic scene for you to break years of bonding. You didn't know how to get out of this situation. You didn't even know if there was a few more things to save. You were broken and had just spoiled the happiness of one of your best friends.

Harrison was silent. He seemed to be probing your body, your attitude, analyzing any gesture that might give him the opportunity to take a step towards you. But the solution was there, finding everything ... It was enough, for both of you, to swallow your pride.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" you echo your previous conversation

"Sorry for not feeling the same as you. For not being who you want me to be to you."

"You know ... I don't hate her."

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Gracie. I don't hate her. She makes you really happy. I just hate the jealousy I feel towards her… I hate that I am not her. But I don’t hate her, she's a really good girl."

A small smile dawned on Harrison's lips, the blonde toyed nervously with his fingers and the ring he always wore as an accessory.

"Yeah ... yeah she's great."

"I'm really sorry ... about everything."

"It's ok. We don't control how we feel. I..I can understand"

"Yeah..."

"y/n?" he tried; a little bit shy about what he’s gonna ask.

"Mhmm?"

"Do you think we can be friends again?"

You bow your head, taking a minute to think. Was everything really broken? Were you going to be able to rebuild a solid friendship after this conversation? Were you going to be able to squeeze out your feelings? You sighed before plunging into those beautiful blue eyes that you loved so much.

"Maybe. I hope so with all my heart."

"I hope so too. And I hope you find someone like I found Grace."

"You can always dream. You dripping with love, it's impossible to find someone like you two."

"Don't despair. He might be closer than you think."

He winked at you and you looked at him confused. But after a few seconds, a smile appeared at the corner of your lips. No, you had no hope of him talking about him. But you were happy, because that little sentence opened the door for you to a bond that you were trying to find.

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield fic #harrison osterfield x reader #haz osterfield x reader #haz osterfield #harrison osterfield x y/n

[kookicrumbs]

╰ pink love

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader genre: fluff word count: 2985 warnings; like one super minor curse word (hell)! just some cutesy stuff for ya today! summary: jungwon and y/n go on a build-a-bear date! a/n: i really wanted to do something sweet beacuse i love fluff a whole lot, so please enjoy c:

“Are we there yet?” I pout, tugging on Jungwon’s sweater. I attempt to sway him with my best puppy eyes, but he continues walking, pulling me along with him.

“This honestly reminds me of a movie,” He laughs out, “Since when did asking a million times get us there faster?”

I’m not actually that annoyed, but it’s fun to tease him. “What if this is all a movie? Ya think we can break the fourth wall?”

“I don’t know, I’d consider us powerful enough to. If this is a movie, I’m obviously the main character. Since you’re my girlfriend, you can be my sidekick!”

“Ohh, ha, ha, ha. If I’m the sidekick, pigs can fly.”

He puts on a shocked expression, pointing up into the air. “Did I just hear an oink all the way up there?”

“Shut up!” We giggle, shoving each other with our shoulders. Our footsteps match each other as we pad through the open-air mall. Warm sunlight drifts down, encasing us in a soft bubble of relaxation.

“Hey look, I think that’s it!” Jungwon tightens his grip on my hand and we take off towards the familiar shop. As we run, the eyes of other passerbys follow us, but I don’t take the time to feel embarrassed; life’s too short for that.

My legs are shorter than his, so I nearly trip several times. The universe is totally watching out for me today though, because we manage to arrive at the store’s entrance without suffering from a single scratch or bruise.

The Build-A-Bear logo passes overhead as we make our way inside. We are still glued together, buzzing from the excitement of our date. We’re going to make bears for each other! With any other guy I might have found it cheesy, but when Jungwon suggested we do it, my heart fluttered in a strange way.

“Hello! Welcome to Build-A-Bear Workshop! My name is Kiana,” A sunny looking lady welcomes us with a large smile on her face. The cute bobble headband perched on her hair seems to wave at us as well. “Will you two be needing any help today?”

Jungwon throws one arm over my shoulder and presses me tight to his side. His dimples peek out playfully as he responds. “I think we’re okay right now, we’re gonna make some bears for each other. This is my girlfriend!” He looks so proud as our eyes meet, and my stomach twists. Even though we’ve been dating for one and a half years now, whenever he looks at me like that, it feels like the day I first met him.

We’d been at the movie theatre, not together, but coincidentally there on the same day. Jungwon was sitting in the seat in front of me with a couple of his friends, while I was there with my own. His buddies were being idiots and throwing popcorn and other snacks at each other, when a whole bucket came flying at me. Being my easily scared self, I screamed and jumped backwards, simultaneously kicking my legs out and up. It took a few seconds to realize that my feet hadn’t collided with Jungwon’s seat, but instead his head.

I’d been absolutely mortified, and my friends’ muffled laughter didn’t help with that. I’d expected a huge tantrum from him, considering his friends seemed the type to start a huge fight over it, but his reaction was the complete opposite. In fact, he was apologetic and blamed it all on the buffoon who launched the snack at me.

I immediately caught feelings when he laughed and complimented my kick; apparently he knew taekwondo, and he thought I’d be good at it. He got that from a poorly done, unaimed kick to his own skull. To this day, I think I knocked something out of place there, but what can ya do.

Regardless, we ended up exchanging numbers, which is something that confused the hell out my friends and I. A month later, we started going out. I’ve dated some questionable people, so getting the chance to be with someone like Jungwon is a dream come true for me. Another plus, I finally get to check “Build A Bear date” off of my date idea list!

“You guys look adorable together!” Kiana gushed. My cheeks heat up, but not in an awkward way. “We have all our plushes over there. You can take a look and pick one, and then we’ll get that all filled up for you.”

“Thank you!” Jungwon and I say at the same time before strutting towards the plushies.

“We should split up so our bears, or whatever we pick for each other, stays a surprise! Okay?” I’m already looking at each option, and I begin to wonder how I’m ever going to pick just one.

“Since it looks like the queen has already laid claim to this particular piece of territory, I’ll go browse the accessories so I can get your plush decked out in a gorgeous outfit.” He winks and makes his way to the rows of plushie-sized clothing.

The variety of options is amazing. There’s the classic bears, but there’s also other cute things, like lobsters, giraffes, and seals. I’m a sucker for the classics, so I want to pick out a bear for Jungwon.

Two specific bears are in a fight for my love. One is a simple vanilla color with rainbow sprinkle accents, and the other is a pink bear with heart shaped ruffles. Oh god, do I just… buy both? No, that’s be stupid. Eeny meeny miney moe, a classic just like the bear.

I’m not disappointed when my finger lands on the pink bear, meaning I made the right choice and won’t have to switch to the vanilla bear out of a previously hidden lust for it. Awesome.

I peek my head around the aisle and still see Jungwon sorting through racks of outfits. In the time I’d spent picking a plush for him, he grabbed a basket and began filling it with stuff I couldn’t make out. Comfortable with the fact that he isn’t looking, I sneak over to the filling station, the pink bear clutched tightly in my hands.

“Hi! I’d love to get this guy filled, please!” The man working at this station has a name tag that reads, “Jordan”, and he looks equally nice as Kiana.

“Good choice,” He leads me to a filling spot. “Are they for you or for someone else?”

My chuckle causes the worker to smile. I reply while he gathers a few items. “My boyfriend and I came here for a cute date, so it’s for him! This one is super cute so I had to get it for him.”

“Aww, I’ll have to write that down. I'm sure my partner would find it a great idea too!” Jordan sweeps his arm across in a grand gesture, showcasing the variety of hearts and other button-looking objects that sit before him.

“Would you be interested in adding a sound to your bear? You can pick from any of these or you can record your own.”

I pick quickly, sure of what I want to do. “Mm, I’d like to do a recording, if possible. Make it extra special, right?”

“Of course, let me grab that for you and you can record your message!” He gets the heart and let’s me know what to do. Once again making sure Jungwon is not nearby, I record my message and hand it back to Jordan. He puts it in the bear, a small smile playing on his lips. Did he hear me?

“Alright, perfect. Any scents or are you ready to stuff?”

I choose a sweet raspberry scent and get the bear stuffed. It’s fun to push the pedal and see the stuffed animal become plumper, until I finally fill them all the way up. Hugging it feels like hugging a cloud.

I thank Jordan and hide the bear behind my back as I go to the dressing area. Jungwon seems to have moved on, as I spot him at the plushie picking station. I wonder what he’ll get me. Knowing him, it’s going to be adorable.

His eyes meet mine and I suppress a squeal, making sure the bear is out of sight. My strange salute makes him smile and he turns back to picking a plush for me, but not before making sure I won’t look while he gets one.

“So, what would you wear…” I whisper to the pink bear. He seems fashionable and needs something that fits his personality.

Each outfit makes me want to curl up and scream. They’re all so cute and tiny, and I can’t help but want to grab a whole bunch. I create outfits in my head, imagining each on the plushie. Letting the bear try them on seems like a step too far. Instead, I pick up a white button down shirt, pressed pants, little shoes, and a pair of heart shaped sunglasses from my pile and get to dressing.

Putting everything on the pink bear proves to be a struggle. “Come on… tuck in your tummy!” The bear’s legs don’t want to squeeze into the pants I picked. Looks like Build-A-Bear needs more size options. After a somewhat graphic commotion involving lots of pulling, pushing, and whispered yelling, he is finally clothed.

“Jungwon better like what I picked because I don’t think that’s ever coming off.” I brush off my shirt and hope that no one was watching my heated argument with an inanimate object.

I swiftly finish up the washing part of the process, which consisted of pressured air being blown at my plush. I enjoyed seeing the bear’s fur waving around luxuriously. It really fit his vibe. I end up having to consult an employee about what to do next since my amnesiac brain likes to forget simple things: it’s naming time.

After I scan the pink bear’s tag, a naming screen is brought up. I’m given suggestions like Mr. Cuddles, Tiny, and Snuggles, but I choose to make his own name. What do I name you?

Maybe Love? Too plain. Bear? Way too basic. Pink? Pinky? I clearly don’t get around to naming things very often. If it hadn’t been for my siblings, I would have named our dog Cat.

I rack my brain for anything. At this point, the next thing that pops into my head is gonna be his name. No turning back. And my brain provides. Sir Loves-a-lot is inexplicably forged in the depths of my mind, and it shall be the name of this honorable bear.

I imagine a knighting ceremony for Sir Loves-a-lot and enter his name into the computer. It goes through and I get a printed certificate with his name on it. I’m extremely excited to give him to Jungwon and see his reaction.

Jungwon seems to be finishing up at the washing station, so I pay and wait near the entrance of Build-A-Bear. I swing around my finished bear, which is tucked neatly into a bag so Jungwon can’t see it yet. Our date is soon to reach its peak: when we get to see our finished products.

“Hey! Look what I have!” Jungwon skips over to me in a playful manner. His joy envelops me as he gets nearer. His eyes are alight with what looks to be the same thing I’m currently feeling. Is it love?

I show off my bag, my competitive side instantly coming out. “I’ve got yours right here too! If you want to see it… you’ll have to catch me!”

Adrenaline shoots through me as I take off running, Jungwon quickly shifting into a quick runner. My laughs impair my speed as I hiccup and yell, Jungwon’s voice matching my own. We both giggle like idiots while our shoes run thin on the hard ground and our bags crinkle with the whip of the wind.

“Got you!” Jungwon takes care not to throw me onto the ground, instead grabbing my shirt and pulling me to his chest. He lets out an umph as I knock into him full force, still reeling from the sudden shift in direction.

“Jungwon!” A shriek of laughter explodes out of me as we tumble to the concrete with a soft thump. No one is around as we breath off our fit of giggles, still in a heap.

“Looks like my bear made it.” He lifts up his unscatched bag. “Can I say the same of yours?”

A strike of fear hits me, but quickly dissolves when I see my bag looks fine. “I am pleased to report that Combat Bear Number 2 has survived.”

“Combat Bear Number 2? Don’t tell me that’s his name. What a mouthful!” He puts a hand to his chest and sighs dramatically.

“Don’t be stupid, I named him Sir— wait! Don’t try and cheat!” I softly whack him on the shoulder, earning a look of faux-sadness.

“Ouch. But you named him Sir… something. What a noble name! Of course, nothing but the best can come from you.” He holds out the Build-A-Bear bag. “But I’m actually dying to exchange these, so swap?”

“If that isn’t the most relatable thing ever.” I hand him my bag and he gives me his. “You can open mine first!”

“Ooh, don’t mind if I do.” He eagerly opens the bag and pulls out the tissue-paper wrapped bear. The material easily comes off and he holds it up. His eyes seem to glow with delight.

“Oh my gosh.” Jungwon swipes at Sir Loves-a-lot’s fur, fascinated by the heart-shaped ruffles. “He’s so cute! His clothes are... so tight,” His face betrays his confusion, and I snicker as he speaks, “but he looks hella fashionable! I really hope mine will live up to these standards.” He seems to get nervous so I hold his hands to try and calm him down.

“What do you think I named him?”

His mouth shapes into an “O” and he pulls out the certificate. His previously timid face transforms immediately as he reads it.

“Sir Loves-a-lot? Why?! So cheesy but so good!” He crumples onto himself, his head coming to a rest between his knees. I’m overjoyed by his reaction and I press forward to hug his side.

“I love him so much. I’ll cherish him forever.” He looks at me pointedly, almost like he’s trying to tell me something. He switches course though, gesturing to the bag that lies at my feet. “Now open yours!”

I cross my legs to get more comfortable, and I open the bag, wondering what he made for me. My heart dances when I see what he chose. It’s a blue bear with stars in her fur and white wings protruding from her back. I didn’t even see it when I was picking my bear for him.

“Woah…” I hold her up, noticing a soft scent coming from her fur. When I lift the bear up to my nose, I can detect citrus. “Jungwon, you made her smell like lemons! I love lemon… and—and look how pretty! All the stars, and the color… she’s perfect.”

I look at the certificate, all bright and new, and see her name: Mrs. Lovey. Mrs., not Ms.

Jungwon looks at me innocently. “What do you think, am I making my point clear? The future is never far away and I—”

I can’t help but turn away as I feel a prickle in my eyes. Never will I ever cry on a date.

“Awww! Don’t cry, you’ll make me cry!” Jungwon leaps towards me, catching me off-guard. I end up falling backwards with a yelp, but he throws his hand under my head and catches me before I can slam into the concrete.

We stare at each other for what seems like hours but is in actuality only seconds. The silence is loud, but Jungwon slices right through it when he whispers to me, “Is this a kdrama?”

“And… off!” I sit up, hugging my bear closer to me. I’m overwhelmed by Jungwon’s confession. He wants us to really stay together. As in, I’d be his “one”.

“Is—is that what you want too? It’s okay if not, I’ll understand if you wouldn’t be ready, even in the months it would take to get there, unless sooner is better, and I—” He rambles, more emotional than I am, before I put a finger to his lips.

“Yeah, it’s what I want too. I think we should go with your plan, um, wait a little longer since we’re so young and I don’t want to scare my parents.” That earns a laugh out of us both. “But the answer to “would I want it?” is definitely yes!”

Jungwon hugs me tightly, squealing in my ear. I squeal right back, suddenly lighter than ever.

“Dude, I want to say something. Yep, here I go. I— I love you!” Jungwon yells out to me, loud enough to wake up everyone half-way across the world. My heart expands when he says it. I want to scream it back and kiss him under the blue sky, but he continues speaking.

“Okay, look, even though I would have totally respected you for saying you wouldn’t want what I want, I’m feeling so relieved right now. Like whooh! I could jump off a plane! Ride the biggest wave! Sir Loves-a-lot here would come with me, wouldn’t you?” He high fives his bear.

I’m confused when his eyebrow raises. “Did you put a sound in him? Why didn’t you tell me?” Truthfully, I’d forgotten too. However, I smirk as I remember what I recorded.

“Press it.” I urge him to push on the bear’s paw, and he does, putting it near his ear so he can hear it better. The clear sound of my voice comes through, bringing waves of pink, soft love to both Jungwon and I.

“I really, really love you.”

#jungwon #yang jungwon #enhypen #enhypen fic #jungwon fluff #jungwon fic #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #jungwon scenarios #fluff fic #kpop fic #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #enhypen writers

[trashytummiez]

Hinata try’s to impress Naruto by doing the 100 bowl ramen challenge and ends up letting some serious belches fly

Hinata fawned when she watched Naruto sitting and pounding away one bowl of ramen after another. She sighed wistfully trying to think of a way to get her friend to notice her better. But she was stumped and unable to think of anything.

While she pondered Naruto continued slurping down his many bowls of ichiraku ramen until they were all sloppily stacked on top of one another in an unwieldy pile. Satisfied with his meal Naruto leaned back against the counter and gave a loud burp as he always did after stuffing himself. "Ahhh that was the best!" Naruto said patting his belly with satisfaction. Hinata blushed as she saw Naruto's tummy was looking pretty bloated after so much ramen.

The old man who cooked the stuff wandered over to collect the bowls and saw the ninja sitting there rubbing his stuffed belly in a satisfied way. "Kid I don't think I've ever met anyone who loves this stuff as much as you do."

Naruto shot the old man a cocky grin. "And ya never will!"

Just then it sank in for Hinata. She knew just how to get Naruto's eyes on her.

"Oh I don't know about that," Hinata spoke up softly. She approached her blond crush and sat down at the table near the counter. "Hello Naruto."

"Oh heya Hinata!" Naruto exclaimed then raised a brow. "Wait whadduya mean ya don't know about that. Have ya seen how much ramen I pack away? I'm here all the time!"

"Indeed you are. Though I've never seen you do this," Hinata replied then turned to the old man. "Is it too late to take the hundred bowl challenge?"

Both Naruto and the old man gaped.

"Well certainly if you're up to it but...I should warn you miss. It's-"

"-A hundred freakin' bowls!" Naruto blurted out.

"That," the old man conceded.

"Oh I think I can manage," Hinata said with an assuring smile.

Neither Naruto nor the old man could believe what they were hearing. But nonetheless the old man quickly got to work whipping up his meal for Hinata. Or as many bowls of the stuff as she would be able to fit inside of her.

Eventually the old man returned with a dozen bowls and quickly got to work making more. Hinata wasted no time downing those bowls in a way that made Naruto's eyes widen with disbelief. She didn't turn into a ravenous pig the way Naruto did whenever he ate stuff he really liked. She maintained that same inhuman calm and just slurped each bowl down heartily with scarcely a pause between bowls.

Her pale throat rhythmically pulsed with one rippling gulp after another. She downed those ramen bowls the way Naruto would down a can of soda.

By the time Hinata was nearly done with her first dozen the old man already had her second dozen ready to go and quickly realized he better get to work on the third set.

Naruto just watched utterly mesmerized at the sight of Hinata slurping down enough bowls to give even Choji or Kiba a run for their money. But surely she couldn't eat more ramen than Naruto.

So he thought.

With all that ramen going down at once Hinata's usually lean and concave tummy was starting to grow rounder beneath her jacket. It was even beginning to get noisy the more ichiraku ramen filled her up. Hinata's tummy gurgled heavily from all the ramen it quickly got to work digesting. And the challenge was just barely over halfway done too.

The old man returned with more bowls then returned to his kitchen looking amazed.

But Hinata looked a little nauseous for a second while her tummy uttered a gaseous grumble.

"Wow you're really goin' to town ain't ya!" Naruto exclaimed eyeing all the bowls Hinata had already devoured.

Hinata smiled and tried to reply. Instead she burped. And it wasn't a petite ladylike puff of air either. It was a big gas riddled burp that sounded like it could've very easily come out of Naruto himself.

BRUUUWAAAAAAAARRRRRHP!!!!!

She quickly covered her mouth and blushed. "Oh do pardon me!"

Naruto just burst into laughter. "Bwahahahaha! Holy cow Hinata! Didn't think ya had that in ya!" He leaned in eagerly. "Can ya do that again?"

Bit of an odd request but it seemed she certainly had Naruto's attention. So Hinata held her bulging tummy and gave the softer portion of it a good squeeze. This shifted another gas pocket up her throat and caused another loud throaty burp to escape Hinata's mouth.

And again Naruto broke into a fit of laughter. Not a teasing sort of laughter but an impressed sort. The kind when a friend told another friend a really funny joke.

"Damn yer just full'uh surprises aren't ya!"

"And ramen," Hinata thought to say earning another laugh from her crush.

She resumed slurping more bowls with her one-man audience. It was quickly becoming apparent that Hinata did indeed have the stomach for this challenge. The stacks continued piling on like a monument to Hinata's surprising gluttony. Each set of bowls only made her tummy grow increasingly more and more bloated and round.

Something that steadily caught Naruto's attention. He started noticing just how big Hinata's stomach was starting to get and found his cheeks getting warmer and warmer.

Hinata was almost looking like she was pregnant after a while of slurping one bowl of ramen after another. At no point did it seem like she was flagging with each dozen the old man brought her. Her belly stretched out to the point where her jacket completely rode up and exposed this big pale orb full of digesting ramen and swaying noisily with her movements.

Hinata eventually finished the hundred bowl and flipped it to show to both Naruto and the old man it was bone dry. She swallowed the rest of it with an especially large gulp that made a big lump push down her throat as the rest of that mouthful slid down into her incredibly swollen belly. The second it was gulped down Hinata leaned back in her chair and released such a huge burp that the bowl stacks shook in place.

HAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUURRRREEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOORRRRRHPPP!!!!!!!!!!

Hinata was way too full to bother excusing herself. Besides which letting that burp out felt amazing. So much so that she gave her belly a resounding pat of relief that made her enormous tummy slosh and ripple under her hand heavily. Which of course only made her burp again.

HHHOOOOOOOUUUUUUURRRRPPP!!!!!!

Naruto whistled. He was very clearly impressed and amazed.

"Damn..." he uttered.

Hinata lazily held up the now empty hundredth bowl and showed it off to Naruto and to the old man.

"I do believe that means I WOOOOOOOONNNN!!!!" Hinata's boast was interrupted when she very embarrassingly burped the end of her sentence out.

That one made her blush a little since it was completely unexpected.

"...Excuse me."

But the old man just gaped.

"...I...can' t believe it," he uttered. "Hope you enjoy free ramen young lady. Because you're going to be getting quite a bit of that for the next week!"

The thought of eating anything made Hinata feel ill. But she couldn't help smile with pride. Especially the way Naruto looked lost for words.

"...Hinata that was..." Naruto struggled to talk. But then he grinned and shouted "that was AWESOME!!!"

Though the blush on Naruto's cheeks wasn't lost on Hinata either. She simply leaned back which made her globe-like tummy slosh heavily in place against her spread thighs. "Thank you very much Nar-URP-to," she blushed and covered her mouth again with a sheepish giggle. "Guess you're not the only one who-urrrp-loves ramen after all."

"Heh. Guess not," Naruto admitted then sat down next to Hinata. He was unable to take his eyes off of her hugely stuffed tummy.

Hinata could feel his infatuation and given the way she shared it she decided to lean back even more so her belly stuck out further bouncing a little from how soft and sloshy all that ramen in her tummy was getting. "Would you like to touch it?" Hinata asked him.

Naruto almost instantly placed his hands against Hinata's mountainous tummy. Hinata couldn't suppress a shudder from how sensitive her soft and swollen stomach felt right now.

"Damn Hinata..." Naruto mused and ran his hand across that vast belly.

Hinata moaned delightedly when Naruto's fingers roamed across her smooth bulging tummy. She could feel his fingers kneading into her soft flesh and instinctively leaned into his touch. The old man was fortunately too busy in the kitchen to notice the intimacy.

But he certainly noticed when another monstrous burp ripped out of Hinata's mouth startled him half to death.

BBBRRRRAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUURRRRREEEEELLLCH!!!!!!

Hinata's burp was so powerful that her belly rippled in Naruto's hands.

The boy shuddered himself at the sight sound and feeling. He grinned despite his own growing blush. "Good one!"

Experimentally Naruto's hand raced over Hinata's bloated pale orb and eventually he pressed into Hinata's belly hard enough that his hand sank slightly into her soft tummy. And out came another deafening burp from the unassuming young girl.

GGRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHYYYUUUUUUUUURRRRRRLLHP!!!!!!!!

"Man and I thought I could burp!" Naruto exclaimed patting Hinata's big jiggling tummy and making her hiccup from the thumps. "I gotta up my game."

"In time I'm sure you will," Hinata said with a smile. "But now you know that there is more to me than meets the eye."

"Guess so," Naruto said with a fondness in his bright blue eyes while his hand glided all across the round bubbling surface of Hinata's swollen tummy. "I wouldn't mind seein' more'uh you..."

Hinata rested her eyes shut and smiled contently.

She wouldn't mind that one bit either.

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[lovebugcody]

i can’t draw but i can write, so here is what i have for the mcyt/dream smp fandom. (inspired by a lot of fanart i have seen) 

3k words baby. i was going to do a second half but i’m tired so i’ll write it tomorrow

anyway here is dadza collecting his boys

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Philza had always known he wanted to be a dad, but with adventures and quests, he hardly had the time. So he made the difficult decision to wait until one day he had the time to properly care for and raise a child (or children) of his own. But circumstances and his own paternal instinct seemed to decide for him when was the perfect time for him to finally become a father. 

The day he found his eldest, he was passing through an abandoned village. They were common in the parts of the world where Philza was known for exploring, which created a sad but beautiful landscape. Philza had always had an appreciation for the forgotten towns, so he made sure if and when he saw them, he travelled through. While he felt a touch of guilt when rummaging through items that were forgotten in a haste and deemed disposable, that never stopped him from opening every house and chest to find goods. There were occasions where he forgot a small home, or didn’t see a chest or two, but that day was not one. Philza was being careful and made sure to open every door. 

A quiet shuffle and the tiniest whimper caught his attention, and he poked his head around the corner. Curled up, as small as he could, was a boy. Dressed in a dirtied, no-longer-yellow sweater, with a holey maroon beanie over long curls. He tried squeezing behind a chest next to him, and Philza could feel his heart break as the small boy started to cry.

“P-please, don’t h-hurt me.” His voice was tiny, broken, and one again Philza felt his chest tighten. This tiny thing couldn’t have been more than 4 or 5, and already looked terrified of the world. Philza quickly hid his sword in his pack, taking off his helmet to reveal his own hat and hair in need of cutting.

“It’s okay, little man. I promise I won’t. My name’s Philza.” He squatted down, and reached a hand out slowly. He quickly retracted it though when he remembered he had an apple in his bag. He swung his pack to be in front of him, unzipping it. “You hungry?” The small boy slowly looked up, wide and teary brown eyes watching as Philza moved to pull a bright red apple out. He nodded rapidly, curls falling out of the front of his beanie into his eyes. The boy crawled over to Philza, then sat cross-legged in front of him, patiently waiting for the apple. Philza let out a soft laugh, before handing him the apple. 

“Thank you, Philza.” The words were muffled by the apple already in his mouth. Philza laughed again before dropping his own butt onto the ground, to mirror the boy.

“What’s your name, little man?” Philza had his own apple in hand, moving to bite into it.

“Wilbur.” The young boy looked proud as he said his name, promptly taking another bite of the apple. 

“Well then, Wilbur,” the decision was made almost immediately, as soon as he saw the young boy really, “would you like to come adventure with me?” Wilbur visibly sat up straighter, excitement in his eyes. 

“Hell yeah!” Apple was spat out as Wilbur scrambled to his feet in excitement.

It only took three months for Wilbur to start calling Phil “dad”.

---

His second child was under far more surprising and saddening circumstances.

An seven-year-old Wilbur bounced along in front of Philza, swinging his iron sword pretending to be defeating zombies. As he swung his sword, he once again recounted how he battled three zombies in the cave earlier that day.

“I know, Will. They were no match for you!” Philza laughed as he spoke, watching with unmatched joy and pride for his son. 

“I’m the best monster fighter, dad!” Sword held above his hair, Wilbur spun to look at Philza. “I can even help you fight some zombie pig guys in the nether next time!”

“Pigmen, Will.” Wilbur rolled his eyes at the correction. “And we’ll see.” Punching their air and continuing to bounce forward, Wilbur didn’t notice the ruined step and tripped over it. Immediately, Philza rushed forward to catch his son. 

A quiet pig-like snort caught their attention, and Philza, hand still holding Wilbur’s arm where he caught him, whipped his head around, other hand reaching for his sword. He had expected to see a pigman - maybe even a zombie one - to have somehow made it into the overworld and gotten lost, but instead saw a cardboard box. Scrawled across the front of the box in a dying sharpie was the word “FREAK!”. He pushed Wilbur, who was gripping his sword tightly in both hands, behind him as he took a careful step forward. 

A tiny face popping up, giving both Philza and Wilbur a fright.

“Dad?” Wilbur’s voice was small, giving away his fear despite the confident aura he tried to portray. 

“Stay here, okay?” Philza didn’t give Wilbur a change to reply before he continued to move closer to the box. The small child within the box stood up slowly, his features becoming more clear. The snout and ears were piglin in nature, but other than those and the pink complexion, it was clear to Philza that this was simply a scared child. Much like when he approached Wilbur those years ago, Philza moved slowly, crouching in front of the box and child contained within, peeking inside to see if there was anything else within it.

In the box, being stood on by the child, was a manilla folder. It looked as though at one point it had been official, but had been muddied and chewed on periodically. The small child looked up at Philza with tears in his eyes and hands gripping the side of the cardboard box with white knuckles. Philza noticed that one of his ears was stood up, the other - a yellow cattle-tag with the letters “TB” in faded black written on it was pierced through it - was hanging, exaggerated by the fact that the small boy had his head tilted to that side. 

“Can you pass me that folder, bud?” The boy in the box blinked once before looking down at the folder. He squatted down and his stubby fingers picked up the dirtied paperwork. He stood slowly, then held it out proudly. “Thank you.” Philza smiled softly as he accepted the folder from the tiny boy. He sat in front of the box and carefully read over the words written on the cover. As he sat, Wilbur moved forward and sat next to him, watching the child carefully as he placed his sword next to him. 

The top of the folder read “Experiment #14 [unreadable] -lin and human genetic cross- [unreadable]”, with a large red “failed” stamped across the middle of the entire cover. Philza glanced at the boy sadly. An experiment, a discarded experiment, that was all he was deemed to be. He shook his head in disapproval as he opened the folder. He didn’t want to read the majority of the papers within the folder, but he wanted to at least know how old this boy was and what name he had been given.

Technoblade. It was an odd name, undoubtedly, but if that was the name he was given, who was Philza to argue. He looked at the apparent birthdate, and quickly counted back in his head to calculate his age. 

“Four?” The word was barely a breath, but Philza just could not believe that this tiny boy stranded in a box was only four years old. He had been experimented on, tested, and disposed, marked as a freak and a failure. He slammed the folder closed, turning to Wilbur. “What do you think?” Wilbur blinked, tilting his head. 

“What?” He hadn’t looked away from Technoblade since the boy had poked his head out of the box, but he finally turned to look up at his dad. 

“Think he could be your new brother? Come on adventures with us?” Just like when Philza had asked Wilbur if he himself wanted to travel with him, his whole body lit up with excitement. 

“Really? That would be awesome.” He was bouncing again. Philza breathed a laugh at Wilbur, before turning back to look at Technoblade.

“What do you think, Technoblade?” He tilted his head the other way, glancing between Wilbur and Philza. “Want to come with us?” The tiny boy thought for a second before nodding, holding his hands up to Philza, indicating he wanted to be picked up. Philza happily obliged, moving to his feet and reaching down to the excited boy, who now had a huge smile that showed off tiny tusks growing from his bottom row of teeth. He placed Techno on his hip, offered a hand to Wilbur to help him stand, and the now-trio walked away from the broken cobble stairs. 

As they walked away, Wilbur began to ramble about all the adventures he would have with his new brother, and telling him about all of the adventures past. 

It took Technoblade a month to finally start talking to Philza and Wilbur, and only four more for him to start calling him ‘dad’.

---

Dealing with two teenagers was not something that Philza had ever prepared for. Granted he had not even planned for children, but instead found the two boys that now called him dad. This meant that, of course, he never had to mentally fortify himself for any of what he was dealing with. 

Wilbur and Technoblade were constantly trying to fight mobs, and when there were no mobs, each other. Twelve and fifteen, and so much energy. Although Wilbur was slowly starting to lose that youthful energy that Techno still gripped on to. However, the day they found the third of Philza’s boys, he began to learn that some people are always fueled by a youthful energy.

Just as Philza always passed through villages old and new when he travelled alone, Techno and Wilbur had been taught to develop that same habit. Philza had sent them down the centre of the ruined village, going around the outskirts himself. He figured that while they had been travelling with him for a while, fighting mobs in the overworld and nether alike, it was better to be safe than sorry, and so decided on sending them off alone for the first time through an empty village would be best. 

Philza skirted the village, picking up crops that had grown on their own and checking small buildings the excited boys would have no doubt skipped over. He knew that the two of them together would be looking for a fight, but would also keep each other safe. They had grown very attached to each other in the eight years they had been with Philza, referring to each other as brothers. It always warmed Philza’s heart when they called him ‘dad’ or each other as brother - they had bumped into a young man with a creeper mask on his own adventure a couple of years prior and Wilbur had introduced Techno as his little brother, a memory which still makes Philza smile. 

He had made it to the centre of the village, trailing behind the boys, when he heard a scream. Less of a scream but more a shout of surprise, but Wilbur had an unfortunate voice crack in the middle of the cry and it sounded as if he had let out a short scream. Immediately, Philza sprinted towards the sound of his son’s voice, hoping that both were still together and alive. He skidded around a corner and paused.

The sight in front of him was rather amusing. A small boy with matted blonde hair and a formerly white and red shirt was blindly swinging a stone sword while shouting and swearing, while Techno had his iron sword held in front of him in both hands, and Wilbur had his by his own hanging limply by his side. Both of Philza’s sons were wearing very confused expressions. 

“You aren’t stealing my shit!! Go away!” The small boy pushed the oversized helmet resting on his head back as it had slipped in front of his eyes. “This is my house!” 

“Dude!” Technoblade attempted to calm the shouting child, but the boy was having none of it.

“Don’t ‘dude’ me. Go away!” Though amused, Philza decided it was probably time to step in between the children before someone actually started swinging a sword with the intent to seriously injure the other party. As he walked forward, Techno kept his eyes locked on the blond boy, but Wilbur turned to look at him.

“We didn’t do anything, dad. He just… jumped out at us screaming.” The boy on the steps finally turned to Philza, who was nodding in understanding at what Wilbur said. 

“I know.” He stepped in front of Techno, after pushing his hands down, forcing him to lower the sword. “Hey bud. What’s your name?” The stone sword had finally stopped being wildly swung, but was still pointed (though it was clear that the boy was struggling with the weight of it).

“My name’s Tommy.” He finally gave up on holding up the sword. “What’s it to you old man?” Philza scoffed. This kid was ballsy and loud and needed somewhere to channel his energy. He took another step forward and slowly reached forward. Tommy’s grip on his sword tightened again, but even though he wouldn’t show it, his arms were clearly sore and exhausted from the wild swinging, so the sword remained with it’s tip pressed into the step. Hand on either side of the large helmet engulfing Tommy’s head, Philza lifted it up and tucked it under one arm, ruffling the blond locks with the other hand.

“Well, Tommy, my name is Philza and do you want to fight mobs with us and go adventuring?” Philza didn’t know for sure if this young boy was alone or not, but he was hanging out alone in a village ruin defending a tiny shack, so it was a safe assumption. 

“Dad.” The ‘a’ sound was dragged out in an exaggerated groan from Techno. “Does he have t-” He was cut off but a ‘thwap’ sound that resulted from Wilbur smacking him upside the head. 

“Shut up.” Wilbur hissed, hoping that for once Techno would listen.

“What? The kid tried to slice me!” Philza whipped his head around and glared at the boys, and they both quickly straightened, pretending to do nothing wrong. He turned back to look at the boy who was sticking his tongue out at Techno.

“Tommy?” Just like with Techno and Wilbur, Tommy straightened his posture and pretended to look at his feet. “Are you coming?” The boy held out his sword for Philza to take, which he did, before turning and racing inside. Sounds of rummaging came from behind the door, before Tommy reammerged, a much-too-large backpack strapped on. 

“Let’s do this!” 

In a matter of days, Tommy was calling out ‘dad’ to get Philza’s attention. 

--- (original post that inspired this part) --- 

Campsites had gotten harder to find with three boys. Each had developed their own ideas of “safe”, and none of them wanted to listen to Philza. The only solution was to allow them to take turns. Tommy had decided that forests were best, while Techno and Wilbur at least agreed that underground was safest. Unfortunately for the eldest pair, it was Tommy’s night to decide. So the four of them had to march through a thickly wooded area in search of a clearing for the night. 

“Here!” It was barely a clearing, but it was enough space to pitch tents for the night. Tommy spun in a circle with his arms out wide after dropping his backpack, while Wilbur and Technoblade looked at each other. 

“Alright, you three set up camp, I’ll check the area.” Philza dropped his bag beside Tommy’s and retrieved his sword, bow and quiver already over his shoulder. He knew that the boys would be safe, and trusted them to keep each other safe, so he had already turned his back and was already on the move.

“Don’t forget to call out if you find anything!” Techno’s voice echoed slightly in the empty area, and Philza waved his empty hand above his head, indicating that he heard and would do so. 

Checking every possible hiding spot was important to do during the day, to make sure that there were no mobs during the day when they would burn that would later add to the number of mobs that night. Places like the hollowed out trunks of trees. 

Philza had ducked into each as he moved and only saw the occasional spider, with one exception.

He had reached what he had decided was the last tree he would check, and bent down to duck his head inside, only to be met with a curled up figure with a faded yellow and grey striped sweatshirt. They had their arms wrapped around their knees and there was what looked like dried blood in their matted hair.

“Hey buddy.” The figure looked up, and Philza saw more dried blood on his face and sweatshirt. “Are you okay?” The boy shook his head.

“My dad…” His voice broke at the end, and his eyes began to water.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to tell me.” Philza held out his hand, which the boy cautiously took. “What’s your name?” The young boy wiped his eyes with the end of his oversized sleeve.

“Tubbo.” He snuggled slightly and looked up at Philza with wide eyes. 

“Well, Tubbo,” Philza still hadn’t let go of Tubbo’s hand, noticing that Tubbo simply adjusted his hand in Philza’s to hold it better, “do you want to come eat with my and my sons? I think my youngest is the same age as you.” The small boy wiped his nose on his sleeve and nodded. “I’m Philza, by the way.”

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[elk-ambrose-scott-writing]

Last Line Tag

Aight so I got tagged by @asomeoneperson and I hope I'm doing this right....but this is a little snip from my WIP (not yet a writeblr project, we'll see how this goes), a fantasy story with the working title of "What Big Teeth". Enjoy!

They had to do a little bit better than try, but he wasn't going to say that out loud. If he did that, he knew that Donny wouldn't even bother to try. The hog was as stubborn as he was huge, and he was a very large pig. “If he falls in, we won't be able to stop for him. I hope you know that.”

“We will stop for him. Just like we'd stop for Jez, or for you.” Serrai crossed his arms. “We don't leave anyone behind. That's not the kind of prince I want to be.”

“And what if you fall in trying to save them? Or me, for that matter.”

“Then I fall in.” Serrai shrugged. “I can accept that as a potential outcome.”

Draven felt a traitorous sting of hope. Huh. So there were people like this out there. If this prince, this spoiled brat who lived out in the woods away from all conflict, was still able to have ideals like this and put others before himself...then maybe things here wouldn't be so bad. Maybe things weren't so bad anywhere after all. “If you can accept that, then I can allow this. Then if we both die your parents can't be mad at me. They can be mad at the river.”

“Exactly!” Serrai said happily. “Come on. Let's grab our packs and start walking. The sooner we start, the sooner we can stop.”

“You don't need to tell me twice.” Draven agreed. He retrieved his personal pack from Jez's back, the deer tossing her head. She looked relieved. Draven patted her muzzle and took her reigns, starting to lead her down the slope towards the river bank. Serrai was already trying to work Donny down himself, the boar being very stubborn despite his earlier bravado. Draven smirked. Was Serrai trying to get ahead of him? Yeah, not happening. Draven and Jez made their way down, Jez's smaller hooves gripping the wet grass better, and stood on the riverbank, watching Serrai and Donny try to get all the way down. Donny barely fit on the bank, and Serrai's hands were white-knuckled on the reigns, panting and red-faced. Draven hid his laughter behind his hand.

“What's so funny, Sir Canis?” Serrai asked.

Draven smirked. “Nothing, your highness. Nothing at all.”

Serrai rolled his eyes. “Of course it's nothing. Let's just start walking.”

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