#mime x sniffles

[htfpairschampionship]

ROUND 1:

Sniffles x Mime (SilentScience) VS Handy x Petunia (Hantunia)

#htf #happy tree friends #htf ship bracket #htf ships #handy x petunia #petunia x handy #mime x sniffles #sniffles x mime

[cactfold]

Happy pride to my fav nonbinary lesbians

#gloomys art #happy tree friends #htf sniffles #sniffles htf #mime htf #htf mime #htf #sniffles x mime #mime x sniffles #silent science #<- wooo ship name bc the other one sounds so awful </3 #“Gloomy Sniffles doesnt have a gas mask!!!!” shhhh

[themaddisco]

Something I made for SnimeSupreme. https://www.deviantart.com/snimesupreme

#htf #htf sniffles #sniffles x mime #mime x sniffles #sniffles htf #freehand #htf fanart #happy tree friends #happy tree friends fanart #mime htf #htf mime #mime #free hand

[mmmfanfiction]

Okay so idk what possessed me when I was watching Monarch: Legacy of monsters but I decided to mix it with HTF for god knows why. Here’s some concept art+comics!

Here are some of the first sketches, I came up w/ Flaky first, and as I drew the others I came up with some backstory ideas. The first concept for these three is that they kind of took the place of General Shaw, Keiko and Billy(im like 63% sure that’s his name and I refuse to look it up) except they where around after Monarch. Sniffles was one of the head scientists at Monarch, and Flippy was sent to help him try to get close to what was believed to be a hive for M.U.T.O’s. Along the way they found Flaky who 1, no one knew existed, and 2, was very familiar with the M.U.T.O’s, so they decided to use them as their guide. However, none of them ever return from this trip, much to the dismay of their loved ones. Also I changed Nuttys role and how Flaky and Sniffles met. However I keep the first pictures because I think their cute.

Here are the more recent doodles, they’re more updated bc I drew them while watching the new episodes. Their just vague character designs that I’ll likely alter in the future.

also, angst comic

Okay, now to describe the peoples placings. Petunia, Toothy and Cub are kind of like the main cast. Giggles, Cuddles, maybe Lumpy and Russel, Handy and probably Lammy are apart of Monarch, Pop, Sneaky, Ka-Boom and possibly Lifty are dead, Shifty, Mime, Nutty, and the others I can’t remember rn are like side helpers. Nutty being the most noteworthy to my mind rn. Tiger General would likely be kind of like a Hirose or Shaw figure, who seems like a bad guy at one point but is just trying to help.

I’m glad you guys listened to my rant and looked at the art, or one or another. I know I haven’t been posting a lot since school started again and I’m still a bit uncomfortable posting things other then HTF, and I’m planning on posting more today, so you’ll likely get more of these kind of ‘content blasts’. I’m going to try and make another panel of that comic in hopes I can post more content after a piece of that backstory stuff. Keep an eye out!

#htf #happy tree friends #htf flippy #htf fliqpy #htf fanart #art #htf flaky #traditional art #htf pop #sniffles htf #disco bear htf #mime htf #cuddles htf #htf cub #htf giggles #htf nutty #htf au #htf x monarch au #monarch legacy of monsters Au

[randomanimaticse]

HTF Masterlist

THIS SHOW HAS BLOOD, GORE, AND GRAPHIC SCENES. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

Cuddles

None at the moment.. try asking!

Giggles

None at the moment.. try asking!

Toothy

None at the moment.. try asking!

Lumpy

None at the moment.. try asking!

Petunia

None at the moment.. try asking!

Handy

None at the moment.. try asking!

Nutty

None at the moment.. try asking!

Sniffles

None at the moment.. try asking!

Pop

None at the moment.. try asking!

Flaky

None at the moment.. try asking!

The Mole

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Disco Bear

None at the moment.. try asking!

Russell

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Lifty

None at the moment.. try asking!

Shifty

None at the moment.. try asking!

Mime

None at the moment.. try asking!

Cro-Marmot

None at the moment.. try asking!

Flippy

None at the moment.. try asking!

Fliqpy

None at the moment.. try asking!

Splendid

None at the moment.. try asking!

Sneaky

 None at the moment.. try asking!

Mouse Ka-Boom

None at the moment.. try asking!

Tiger General

None at the moment.. try asking!

Splendont

None at the moment.. try asking!

Lammy

None at the moment.. try asking!

#masterlist #randomanimaticse #happy tree friends x reader #Cuddles x reader #giggles x reader #toothy x reader #lumpy x reader #petunia x reader #handy x reader #nutty x reader #sniffles x reader #pop x reader #flaky x reader #the mole x reader #disco bear x reader #russell x reader #lifty x reader #shifty x reader #mime x reader #cro-marmot x reader #flippy x reader #fliqpy x reader #splendid x reader #sneaky x reader #mouse ka-boom x reader #tiger general x reader #splendont x reader #lammy x reader #x reader

[jebtruther]

REALLYYY old stuff..... hm

#Banger Post #Oc #One of them is a DBZ oc lol #HTF #Happy Tree Friends #Lumpy #HTF Lumpy #The Mole #HTF The Mole #Sniffles #HTF Sniffles #Nutty #HTF Nutty #Uh... Mime is here too...? #HTF Mime #Mime #Sona #Goofy ass art #Lumpy x The Mole #Nutty x Sniffles #Kek

[luelliqe]

Heyo!! I just made another book (yes.) you guys can ask on here or on wattpad! The rules are listed in the book so I advise to check it first!

Who you guys can ask!

Any of HTF or my AUs!

(A lot of tags ;d)

#flippy x flaky #htf au #htf #htf flaky #htf fanart #htf flippy #htf sniffles #htf handy #htf toothy #htf mole #htf mime #htf lifty #htf splendid #htf fandom

[powderblueblood]

FOUR TIMES YOU WERE STRUCK INCAPABLE OF IMAGINING YOUR LIFE WITHOUT EDDIE MUNSON

(+ one, of the many, where he felt the same about you)

part of the hellfire & ice universe eddie munson x f!reader, reader is nicknamed lacy, you know the drill, minors dni only warnings are for fluff and eddie and lacy being cute and in denial word count: 2k tagging @chiefbonkpruneegg happy birthday pal <3 enjoy this nonsense

TRACK ONE: LET'S STICK WITH TELEVISION FOR TWO HUNDRED, ALEX

You and Eddie balance on either side of Ronnie Ecker's couch like faithful gargoyles, armed with soup and homework. Ronnie's caught the worst end of some green-gooed virus, so you two have taken it upon yourselves to deliver the necessities; tomato soup with extra hot sauce ("To snot out the demons," quoth Eddie) and history homework. But something on the television sucked you both right in, Poltergeist style, as you entered the Ecker trailer. Some hot young thing called Alex Trebek, captaining the maiden voyage of a brand new Jeopardy.

"You know who would kill on this show?" Eddie says, settling himself on the armrest to Ronnie's sniffling left.

"Guh, who?" Ronnie asks, huffing the steaming vapors of the spicy tomato soup like it's paint fumes.

You're pitched on the other armrest, pointing the rolled up history homework toward the screen. "What is the White H--US Treasury, are you fucking stupid?! Have these people never seen a twenty dollar bill before? What is the White House!"

You toss a glance over to Ronnie and Eddie for reassurance, just in time to catch them sharing a look. A good ol' Lacy know-it-all look. "Oh, shut up. as if I have more useless information rattling around in my brain than--"

Both you and Eddie snap at the TV in unison, "Who is Elvis Presley!"

Your turn to share a look. Game on? Game on.

It rolls on like that for a couple of categories, Ronnie sipping her soup straight from the container between you, hiding a smile as you and Eddie gradually bark louder and louder. Who are the Marx Brothers! What is 'break a leg'! Who was Napoleon!

"What, you're paying attention in History all of a sudden?"

"I'm a solid C student thanks to you, baby."

It occurs to you suddenly and begrudgingly and all at once; Eddie's right. You would kill on this show. But more than that, you want to wipe the floor and wring Eddie Munson out like the mop that he is.

"The greeting which opened each episode of Alfred Hitchcock Presents."

"What is," both of you, in perfect Hitchcock tonality and without missing a beat, "Gooooood eeeeevening."

TRACK TWO: LIKE IF BECKY SHARP WAS FRIENDS WITH A BIG GOOFY HOUND DOG

Your first honest-to-god paycheck from the Bookstore was a fat wad of tens and singles plus change and it was handed to you in a brown paper bag. Invest this wisely, said Ivana, so of course, you followed your heart and your hard earned cash directly to the thrift store.

The front bell ding-a-lings and you walk through the door holding your moneybag aloft like the biggest, blue ribbon winning-est gourd at the county fair. You are proud as hell, because you did this! On your own! This isn't your daddy's money, this isn't the result of a once-toyed with idea that you might make a really good cat burglar, this was yours all yours!

"Put that down already! It's like you're wearing a sign saying mug me!" Eddie, bringing up the rear, yanks your arm back down by your side.

You laugh, mirthful and Hepburnian. "More like try me! I'm a working woman now, Eddie! I can hold my own! I can buy boots, guilt free, no strings, no blood money!"

"Uh-huh. consider that glass ceiling of having an after school job well and truly," he picks up a lamp from the scarcely populated homewares section, mimes slow-motion smashing it, "shattered!"

"Plus!" you cheerily pivot on your heel, a spring in your step that cannot be unsprung, even by Eddie's welcome to the real world, jackass flavored attempts. "Who would ever dare try and rob me when I've got a big, tough guard doggy like you three feet behind me at all times?"

Eddie's eyes narrow, like he's not all the way peachy keen on how you've pointed out your inseparability. But. He doesn't deny it either. A broken-stringed tennis racket bops you on the head.

"You owe me gas money."

"Shut up, please. I am shopping."

TRACK THREE: BUSTER MOVES

We'll always have the movies.

You sit, glassy-eyed, in your regular seats at the Hawk as The Cook starring Buster Keaton ticks along on the screen ahead of you. This Keaton retrospective, which you had been looking forward to for weeks, which you had been threatening to drag Eddie to for weeks, is going down a little... bland.

Not even that over-the-shoulder gaze that has Keaton beaming lasers of lust right into Virginia Rappe's skull adds any spice. You don't even bring up the whole scandal with her and Fatty Arbuckle, which would ordinarily be fertile territory to plow through with Eddie as a rapt audience.

In fact, you don't even tell him to kick his feet off the seats.

You've zoned out, because you still have the chill of the penitentiary's visiting quarters under your skin. Your dad and his cruelty that the bulletproof glass couldn't dull. The usual escape to the movies bit isn't doing the trick.

Then, you feel shaggy waves tickling your shoulder.

"I can do that."

"What?"

Directly in front of you, Buster is giving it his best Salome, his dance moves all angles. This display of pure deadpan goofiness was what made you obsess over Keaton in the first place, falling head over heels for a man who kicked it long before you were born.

And to your immediate left, you have Eddie Munson in your ear, telling you, "I can do that."

"No you can't," you say, and it doesn't sound like half the challenge it usually would.

Then, in a jolt that makes the whole row of rickety theater seats shake, Eddie's on his feet and stripping off his jacket. And before you can utter some totally perfunctory what're you... he's hot footing it down the steps to the splash zone, the front row, of the screen.

"You know I've seen this movie a million times?" Eddie says, projecting his voice right out like he's performing a one man show. Munson: Meditations on Dumbassery. You sit upright, glancing around to double-triple check that you're definitely alone in the screen. And you are-- Hawkins doesn't have as much a taste for the non-talkies as you do. And you were pretty sure that Eddie didn't either, and yet...

"Are you serious?" you ask, a laugh starting at the back of your throat.

"Does this look like a call and response? Let the maestro work, please," Eddie chides you over his shoulder, turning his back and hopping in place like a boxer about to take the ring.

And then, all of a sudden, he's... dancing? Sort of? Well, he's certainly moving his body, but it's nothing like what Buster's doing, and it's nothing like anyone's ever possibly done and not been hospitalized for, because the way his limbs are moving is borderline inhuman and you are laughing. Laughing, laughing, laughing in a way that feels like Eddie reaching right through the fog of your horrible, dissociative feelings and bringing you back into the light.

You toss popcorn at him and he totally fails to catch it in his mouth, his face lit up in shades of black and white by the projection.

"A million times, huh?"

Eddie, breathless, shrugs, "Alright, I lied. But you laughed."

Point to Munson.

TRACK FOUR: LIBERATING MY MAGAZINES

It was a favor that he'd agreed to before you even offered to buy him breakfast after, a favor that didn't need sweetening up. As his van rolled into Loch Nora, Eddie's brows knit a little bit-- and you wondered how much of him regretted saying yes so hastily.

"On a scale of one to felony..."

Your house hadn't been sold yet. Repossessed, sure, but not sold. It stood there, darkened and quiet and gathering dust and the sheer sight of it being the only house on your street with an overgrown lawn made your chest feel tight. You bet the neighbors had something to say about that. You bet the neighbors had a lot to say about you. Curtains were no doubt twitching when you and Eddie pulled up in front of your old driveway.

"It's fine. It's my stuff, anyway."

About a half hour later, Eddie drops a pile of slightly-weather beaten copies of Rolling Stone bearing your name and old address onto a table in the diner, the remnants of your now-cancelled subscription.

"You gotta wonder what they're putting in that new print format that kept those things from totally composting."

"Thank god they didn't! I need to finish that Tom Wolfe serial or I'll die," you declare as he picks up a menu and you rifle through the pile. "Order whatever. It's on me."

Eddie snorts. You're still carting around that dwindling brown bag of cash. "You don't have to do that."

"No," you say, eyes darting around to anywhere but his face, "but I want to. For helping me to liberate my magazines."

"Lace. I'd happily liberate your magazines without the promise of pancakes," his mouth twists into this little grin you can't help but think of as sweet, "but they do help."

"Order enough to keep us here for a while," you say, and pass him a Rolling Stone.

The next while passes silently between you two, passing issues back and forth until one of you picks out something the two of you can fight about. Eddie twists his rings around when he's reading; you gather this from the looks you keep sneaking.

It feels eerily relaxed. Slightly domestic. And by the end, over-caffeinated with the way you two are soundlessly cackling over an imagined world where the cover of Springsteen's Born in the USA isn't an ass shot, but a full-frontal dick shot. "But where does he put the flag?!"

It's one way to kill a Saturday.

SECRET SONG: SWAPPING NOTES

In the relentless waves of the morning crush to get to his next class, he almost misses you-- just like he'd like to almost miss this next class. But then, there you are with freshly-manicured nails digging into his elbow.

For whatever reason, you've taken it upon yourself to make sure that Eddie Munson doesn't skip! At least, where you can help it.

"Yoohoo! Spanish is this way," you say, reorienting him in the right direction in that insistent little way that you do. Eddie's pretty sure that if he sat on you, you'd snap, yet he lets you completely manipulate his clearly superior physical strength anyway.

"We're not in Spanish together!" he tries, a last ditch to get you to turn around so he can ditch.

"No, but French is juste par là so you are pas de chance, my friend!" you tell him with a stare that says I've been tracking your movements like a hunter, dumbass. See my big spear? From that gargantuan folder you're clutching, you dig out a paper. "I have that thing you wanted me to look at."

"Sssshut up, I don't need everyone to know," Eddie flushes. It's not homework he begged to copy from you for once. It is actually this comparative essay that he actually thinks he might not have completely screwed up. But he kind of wanted a professional not-screwer-upper-of-homework's point of view, so... that's why your little red pen marks are all over it.

"Why, whose reputation am I sparing?" He sees your point. You are basically walking arm in arm with him. You. "But, y'know, I was right about you! The thought is there, the execution just needs a little fine tuning."

"So it was..."

"Not amazing! But not awful. I've done my edits and you can just copy as per-- but absorb them, please, okay? Learn something?"

Eddie's head rolls back on his neck with this petulant groan and he almost clocks a freshman at elbow level, shaking his arms in total frustration. God, now you were giving him homework on top of his homework? He should have just paid you to do the homework!

"I hate when you want me to better myself! Shit!"

"Well!" you say, in that bright, adorable, annoyingly-self satisfied way, "I wouldn't do it if I didn't see potential, so suck on that."

#published by powder #e. munson by powder #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x oc #edlacy #blurbs #need to stop tagging things over 2k as 'blurb' #anwayy your honor i LOVE THEMMMMM this is just silly and fun #cba making a banner i'm too tired #hai brainrot #l. doevski by powder

[ddejavvu]

omg fairy!reader x eddie has my whole goddamn heart🥹 when she’s human sized and doesn’t understand why she can’t do the same things she did when she was fairy sized and also just human decorum and Eddie is just so patient but also gently scolding…..really makes my brain short circuit

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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Your favorite cuddle spot has to be Eddie's cheek. curling up on its soft pudge while he sleeps on his side has never failed you yet, giving you a comfortable space to stretch out with your feet bumping the curve of his jaw and your arms stretching to his hairline.

He doesn't seem to like it anymore, though. You to the best to replicate your routine, your cheek smashed to his as you throw your arms over your head. They bump against the wall of his bedroom with a thunk. And your feet no longer sit at his jawline, but near his own.

He wakes with a start, eyes flying open as his body stiffens.

"Y/N?" He guesses, and you nod, your cheek still pushed to his. It makes him nod his head as well, and he slips a hand under your face to lift it off of his.

"What are you doing?" He cocks an eyebrow at you, surveying the way you're balanced precariously on top of him. You peer down at him fondly, brushing a stray curl away from his face.

"Going to sleep," You're confused that he's confused. You do this every night!

"But you're taller now," Eddie reminds you, still holding your face in his hand, "So you can't sleep on my cheek."

"But I want to." Your brows creep towards the middle of your face, scrunched in a puffy frown.

"You don't fit," Eddie croons, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone, "How about you sleep next to me instead?"

"That's not the same." Your fingers curl into the fabric of his sleep shirt, but he nudges you off of him and onto the mattress anyways. He's quick to wrap you up in a cuddle, one that presses you tight to his body and lands your face in his chest, but you still let out a sniffle.

"I'm sorry, honey," He coos, rubbing a hand over your back, "This is better, though, right? 'Cause now we can be cozy."

"I was cozy on your cheek." You insist, a stray tear soaking into his shirt.

"I know," He sighs, combing through your hair, "But now I can be cozy too."

"You weren't cozy before?" You peer up at him hesitantly, eyes shiny.

"Well, I couldn't really feel you up there. Now I get to have you right next to me."

"So this is better for you?" You sniffle, your nose scrunching.

"Yeah," He breathes, a grin taking over his features that you can just barely make out through the dark, "This is better for me, honey. Is it better for you, now?"

"Yeah," You mime, nodding as you tuck your face back into his chest after dotting a kiss to the skin of his neck, "G'night Eddie. 'Hope you're cozy now."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one-shot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hc #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson dialogue #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fanfiction #eddie munson au #fairy!reader #eddie munson x fairy!reader #ddejavvu's multiverse mondays #multiverse mondays

[enquiringangel]

Homesick (Ficlet)

((I am having feelings about Laddie and his relationship(s) with the Boys, okay. All the fandom attention is usually on Laddie & Dwayne for obvious reasons, so I decided to do something a little different.))

-x-

Laddie woke up tangled in the blankets on the bed he slept in with Star, feeling confused and upset. Who were those people? The dream had been strange: he had walked in the sunshine and its warmth kissed his skin like the lady with the red hair. She was beautiful and her smile was just for him as she looked down at him adoringly. There had been a house, and a dog that jumped around and ran after a frisbee if Laddie threw it. There was a man too, sawing lengths of wood for the tree house he was building. Somehow Laddie knew he was building it for him. 

He felt like he knew those people, or that he should know them. 

He felt like he loved them, and that they loved him too. 

Laddie couldn’t explain what was wrong when Star asked him; his throat kept closing up and he kept hiccupping when he tried to talk. He could feel the eyes of his big brothers watching him and that made it worse, because he didn’t want to be a little baby, he wanted to be a big boy like they were. “I wanna go home,” he gasped finally, sobbing as he finally managed to get the words out. “I – I want my Mommy.” 

Across the room David went very still, holding a cigarette halfway to his lips. He lowered it and snapped his lighter shut, slapping it down on the arm of his wheelchair before making his way over to the bed. He knelt on the mattress, knocking Star’s stroking hands away from Laddie’s hair to grip his chin with iron fingers.  

“This is your home now Laddie,” he said. His blue eyes were cold. “You don’t like it here with us?” 

“David,” Star said, tone reproachful. She put her hands on Laddie’s shoulders like she wanted to pull him away but didn’t quite dare. “He’s a little boy and he’s had a bad dream – you leave him alone.” 

David ignored her. “We’re your family,” he went on, then, when Laddie only sniffled and shook his head in protest: “Don't you love us anymore?” 

Laddie only cried harder, had cried no, meaning that no, David was wrong, because he did love them. He loved them all: his big brothers and his big sister Star, and he was sorry if he’d hurt David’s feelings, he didn’t mean it.  

“Then what’s all the fuss about, huh?” David asked, chucking him under the chin and giving him a faint grin. “No need to get all mopey over a silly old dream.” The smile didn’t go into his eyes though as he looked over Laddie’s shoulder up at Star. “Forget about all that other stuff, it doesn’t matter anymore. You’re here with us – that's all you need.” 

“Okay,” Laddie agreed, rubbing at his cheeks with his fist. He felt a bit silly for crying, he was meant to be a big boy. He wanted to give David a hug but it wasn’t easy with him like it was with Dwayne or Paul. Them he could hug any time, but David and Marko were different. He hesitated a bit too long and the moment passed by.  

So he was surprised when David wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted him onto his hip as he stood up. “You want ice cream, kiddo?”  

Laddie brightened instantly: normally the ice cream shop was closed by the time they got to the Boardwalk. But, like Paul always said, locked doors couldn’t keep you out if you were really determined to get in somewhere. “Can I have fudge?” he asked. “And sprinkles?” 

David raised his eyebrows at him like he’d just asked a very silly question. “Of course. Boys!” he called out across the lobby. “We’re doing an ice cream run!” Paul and Marko immediately began whooping and yelling ‘ice cream!’ like toddlers and bumping their chests together. Dwayne came over to take Laddie off David and swung the boy onto his back. His feet left the ground and he started drifting around the cave, miming swimming through the air while Laddie’s laughter rang off the walls. 

David looked back over his shoulder at Star and held out his hand. “You coming?” 

Hesitation flickered very briefly in her eyes before she nodded and put her hand in his, following the rest of the boys out into the night. 

#the lost boys #david tlb #tlb david #laddie tlb #laddie thompson #the lost boys 1987 #my writing stuff #star tlb

[htfpairschampionship]

BRACKET SETUP!

These popular ships and rarepairs will be going against each other!

PRELIM POLLS:

Mime x Mole (BlindSilence) VS Handy x Mole (BlindBuilder)

Splendid x Shifty (HeroicThievery) VS Sniffles x Nutty (Smarties)

POLL ROUND ONE:

Nutty x Mime (SweetSilence) VS [Prelim Poll #1 winner]

Flippy x Lumpy (GrizzledStupidity) VS Cuddles x Giggles (Cuggles)

Sniffles x Mime (SilentScience) VS Handy x Petunia (Hantunia)

Sneaky x Mouse Ka-boom (HiddenDynamite) VS Lammy x Pop (Lambpop)

Cuddles x Lumpy's Wig [Wipe Out!] (Wigguddles) VS Nutty x Chocolate Box (Objectophillia)

Flaky x Mime (Flime) VS Splendid x Flippy (GrizzledHeroism)

Disco Bear x Flaky (DiscoFlakes) VS Mole x Handy x Petunia (Molehantunia)

Pop x Disco Bear x Flippy (Traffic Lights) VS Flippy x Flaky (Flippaky)

Flaky x Nutty (Frosted Flakes) VS [Prelim Poll #2 winner]

Birds [Blind Date] (Birds4Brains) VS Lifty x Flaky (Flifty)

Disco Bear x Mole (BlindDisco) VS Lammy x Mime (Lammime)

Disco Bear x Butter (Health Hazard) VS Handy x Nutty (Hannutty/Sugarcrash)

Cuddles x Toothy (Loose Tooth) VS Russell x Nutty (Kite Duo) [IM SO SORRY KD SHIPPER THIS WAS RANDOM]

Disco Bear x Pop (Disco Pop) VS Giggles x Lammy (Giglammy)

Giggles x Flaky (Gigflaky) VS Cuddles x Flippy (Fluddles)

Giggles x Petunia (Gigtunia) VS Flaky x Lammy (Flammy)

PRELIM POLLS START TODAY! ROUND 1 STARTS AFTER PRELIM POLLS END!

[dragongirldg]

My ships for HTF:

Flaky x Flippy

Flaky x Lammy

Flaky x Mole

Sniffles x Splendid

Sniffles x Nutty

Toothy x Cuddles

Cuddles x Giggles

Petunia x Handy

(Lumpy gets no bxtches sorry Lumpy)

Russell x Pops

(Shifty and Lifty get no bxtches sorry boys takes a shower you stinky)

Mime x Truffles

Petunia x Giggles

I don’t know- that’s not all of them. I can’t think of any more pairings that I like.

Have any that would make sense?

#happy tree friends

[oldoldoldoldold2]

unironically i actually like mime x sniffles but like i think mime and nutty wouldnt be big fans of each other. mime is kind of a prep and smells like all of those perfume that try to hide some suspicious smell and acts like theyre sometimes better. and nutty is a scene kid in his 30s and smells like shit and constantly smokes in his apartment. theyre even more of opposites and compared to sniffles they wouldnt like each other

[molemortimer]

sniffles is my wife. i have other favorites but i think these are important

just here to reblog + chat about stuff. ive liked htf for a while but im sorta shy to fully engage in stuff for the time. i tag all sniffles posts with #mywife because i love him a lot and im incredibly attracted to him

i ship sniffles x nutty (smarties), lumpy x the mole, sniffles x giggles and sniffles x mime.. i like sniffles too much. outside of sniffles flaky, mime, giggles, and mole are my favorites

[collectorowlhouseyeet]

Oof im writhing a sniffles x mime fanfic right now but its takeing a long time to get it done right now bc of school

[themaddisco]

Dolly was originally a creepy puppet/doll that kept stalking Mime through day and night, Sniffles turned the puppet/doll into Dolly the beautiful bear girl.

#htf dolly #htf sniffles #htf mime #mime #sniffles #htf #mime x dolly #happy tree friends #happy tree friends oc