#bouncingbluebeast

[bouncingbluebeast]

Ho-ho...O-oh!

"Oh dear, it seems as though I've *ahem* miscalculated the square footage of this flue..."

The sound of scratching claws against mortar and fur brushing on brick echoed up and down the stack, as Hank pushed on the fluffy ball at the end of his Santa hat with a click,

"Call for base. Repeat, call for base: mission identification H0H-0H0, callsign 'Santa Claws'..."

While he had insisted on separate callsigns for a holiday mission, he'd started to regret his choices twenty minutes ago. With a clearing of his throat and a paw over the receiver, he put on his jolliest voice,

"Santa Claws here! Um, North Pole we have a problem..."

((A happy holidays and a safe and joyful new year to you all! I know I've been slow on this one, but I thought why not share some of that jolly holiday Hank with everyone?))

[beastandwolverine]

Winter Wonderland

@bouncingbluebeast

Snow was coming. It wasn't on the ground yet; in fact the sky was a beautiful azure that looked like it was AI generated. There was a sharp tang to the wind, however, that burned nicely in Logan's lungs. Cigar smoke countered it with a warmer burn. After a few more drags, he crushed the remainder out on the sole of his boot. Hank had not been pleased when he put them out on the concrete railing of the balcony, so shoe it was. He gave himself a shake, took another deep breath to capture that crisp clean air again, then he made his way back to the French doors. He could no longer slip through quite as easily when he'd arrived in early autumn. Hank had been endlessly insistent about “verifying that his corporeal mass remained within the acceptable parameters of homeostatic equilibrium, calculated by height and weight ratios whilst also ensuring caloric intake was calibrated to promote an optimum physiological state" (Doctor McCoy's words; Logan himself called it "bulking up for winter, like I'm a contender in that fat bear contest"), and the nagging paid off. Although he didn't have to use both doors to get through like Hank did, even just one had to be opened almost fully. The chilled air accompanied and clung to him as it clicked shut behind him. Luckily neither man was overly affected by cold, which is why he cast a critical eye at the various pieces of a red velvet suit Hank had strewn over various surfaces in the bedroom.

[positivelybeastly]

"Sláinte, my fellow furred fellow! My hope that you have a happy Saint Patrick's Day." - Bouncingbluebeast

Normally, Hank's not the type to indulge too deeply - he prefers to keep a clear head, to maintain that firm grip on his baser instincts, to be able to moderate himself - but, he's been known to make an exception here or there, and, a national holiday, as commercialised and OTT as it definitely is, is one such an exception.

"Happy Saint Patrick's Day, my most virtuous and vivacious variant!"

[bouncingbluebeast]

"A felicitous Pride to all, and may we live long and prosper!"

"A Sex on the Beach while enjoying the festivities is quite a nice replacement for the actual namesake - there'd be so much sand in my fur otherwise.

"Nevertheless! 'Tis our spectrum of differences and extremities in this community that make us fascinating - thick or thin, mutant or human, queer or no - we are all beautifully shining colours in this prism of experiences."

((An absolutely wonderful commission of Big Beast I'd received from @goat-bones, and they nailed the assignment fantastically - be sure to give them a follow and support their work!))

[bouncingbluebeast]

May I have a Hug and a Snack Mister McCoy? I’m sad and haven’t eaten all day

"Now that won't do!"

He envelops the asker in a warm and squishy embrace, strong arms compressing gently and consistently with the resting of his double chins upon their head.

"Certainly, I've been there - especially during some of my days where I keep busy in the lab. But a heavy heart cannot lighten on an empty stomach. That's why it's called 'comfort food'!"

Waddling off he beckons along with a hand,

"Come along now, I'm sure we have plenty of snacks with the fridge restocked. Let's start with something small like a piece of cheese or fruit and go from there, hm?"

[bouncingbluebeast]

ghhhh mind if I give you a few belly rubs?

>u<

"Why, not in the slightest! Thank you very much for the offer-"

He leans back to provide a wider surface area, letting his body settle as best he can with his legs spread out and his belly resting comfortably on top.

"Take as much time as you need~"

[bouncingbluebeast]

A New Beast Has Entered The Fray!

"Apologies for the tardiness, companions and compatriots. You wouldn't believe the traffic on the threads of the multiverse to get here!"

((Went and rendered up Hank all nice for the Rivals concept))

[bouncingbluebeast]

Have you any your partners ever ganged up to tease someone in your group? Like everyone but one getting together to feed, cuddle, etc... one person who could really use it?

"Yes. I am oft beset by a merry band of conspirators that host their own little meetings to see me take a break from work, or making sure I eat another plate at meals, or ensuring my clothes are just a tad too small. Their machinations are transparent, but their efforts are relentless..."

He pauses, flips a page and continues,

"A support network is necessary for any healthy relationship, polyamorous or no. The fact that my paramours all have a common interest makes it that much easier to see when any one of us requires support - even more so when I am observed from multiple angles."

"I don't dislike it - far from it! It's just a bit draining to have to upgrade my wardrobe every few months due to their 'tender loving care'..."