#technically not canon

[pipeupcomic]

see ya'll in a couple months <3 - Tiny :D

[travellersoflight]

Multiverse Madness?!?!

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[iamvegorott]

Please consider Illinois and Yancy from lifetime/new life slow dancing or were Illinois loses Yancy and finds him up a tree trying to pet a bird or something?

“Remember how they’d make us dance at school?” Illinois suddenly asked, working on hanging shirts in the closet while Yancy was folding pants. 

“Kinda, why?” Yancy carried a few pairs to the dresser and placed them in a drawer. 

“Saw a shirt that reminded me of our old uniforms.” Illinois closed the door to the closet. “Can’t help from thinking of when I was dancing with Susan and had to do it like this.” Illinois held his arms straight out and waddled back and forth towards Yancy. 

“Yous look silly.” Yancy giggled. 

“Exactly!” Illinois stopped his little march and pulled out his phone. “It’s like the teachers have never seen a slow dance or something.” 

“They didn’t want us gettin’ too close. Slow dances are too inappropriate.” Yancy had finished with the pants and watched Illinois type away on his phone. 

“It’s romantic and they don’t understand.” Illinois pressed on his phone once and a song started to play from the speaker on the desk. 

“Are yous doing what I think yous doing?” Yancy chuckled when he caught the slow tempo of the song. 

“Want to prove the school wrong?” Illinois asked, holding a hand towards Yancy, his palm up. 

“Why not?” Yancy placed his hand in Illinois’ and the two stepped close together. Yancy’s other hand went to Ilinois’s shoulder and Illinois placed his on Yancy’s waist. “We’re being so crude.” Yancy exaggerated his voice as he and Illinois started to rock together. 

“We’re going to get detention.” Illinois slipped his hand to Yancy’s back and pressed their chests against each other. 

“Now we gonna get suspended.” Yancy took his hand out of Illinois’ and wrapped both arms around Illinois’ neck. 

“What would we have to do to get expelled?” Illinois had his other hand join the one of Yancy’s back, overlapping his fingers in a tight hold on Yancy. 

“You show me.” Yancy giggled and closed his eyes when Illinois leaned in and kissed him. “Show me again.” Yancy kept his eyes closed and smiled when Illinois kissed him again. “One more time.” Yancy opened one eye. “Gotta make it worth gettin’ expelled.” 

“Of course.” Illinois gave Yancy one more kiss and they pressed their foreheads together and they kept swaying to the music. “Looks like I managed to get the Prom King.” 

“As did I.” Yancy happily sighed. He could dance like this forever. 

[aregularnewyorklife]

The Sleepover (Part One)

(I’m taking a small break from writing... by writing dhhdhdh. I just wanted to write some Jumaz and Wulff fluff honestly shhsdh. If I ever continue this, a little catgirl might be included...)

(Note that I didn’t wanna be stuck saying MC, so I replaced their name with Blue, my usual default playthrough name)

Jumaz bursts into the room, stuck in his cheetah form and his eyes fluttering grogginess from napping three times... before a sleepover party. His mouth is a slobbered mess, dried fur crisping up around his lips while a pretty nasty stream of drool flows down his mouth. “Blueeeeee! I’ve got a whole lotta loving and I need someone to take iiiiit!” He moans, stumbling carelessly through the room.

“You are definitely a mess Jumaz,” the raven was busy cooking up a feast for later, yet still noticed Jumaz’s disheveled demeanour. “Please take a shower before Blue sees you at your lowest, also please take care of your *ahem* lowest part as well.”

The cheetah yawns, patting himself in the stomach, “Well I would take care of it if Blue was here... where are they again?”

Wulff sighs, bringing over the platters of food over to the food heater he brought back from the restaurant, pushing the cart over to the main room, “Before you took your endless amount of naps, they told me Dragon Scientist needed to run some tests, they’ll be back before 10, it’s 8. Get a shower, you’re not going to woo anyone if you look like trash... implying you weren’t in the first place.”

Jumaz snickers at Wulff, blowing him a kiss before going back to the bathroom. The chef waits until the cheetah is gone, flopping onto the couch. He takes a moment to look around, seemingly ‘grabbing’ the kiss as soon as the coast is clear and smacking it into his beak.

Ten Minutes Later

A loud moan echoes through the hallway, a slight purring coming soon after, “Ah! I love a good hot shower.”

Jumaz -still in his cheetah form- waltzes back into the lounge room, wearing only some loosely fitted underwear and an oversized t-shirt from Wulff’s closet. His eyes sets on the bird laying on the couch, instinctively jumping onto Wulff and laying his butt on his sturdy chest, grinning sheepishly as he turns back to face the raven.

Heaving a loud caw, Wulff tried to readjust himself, trying to bear the Jumaz-weigh on his chest. “At least you showered,” he manages to breathe, flipping his roommate over to face him.

Jumaz leans forward into Wulff’s chest, resting his soft furry head onto the now shirtless-raven’s pecs, “Hmm, sweatpants and no shirt, looks like someone is dressing to impress~” His hands circle around his friend’s feathers, his fingers laying over Wulff’s nipple.

Quickly removing the feline’s hand off his chest, he places the much leaner man’s hand back onto his shoulder, bringing them much closer together, their faces edging forward, “No touchies. Anyways, these are very scandalous clothes your wearing... including my shirt.”

“Is it wrong to want to feel sexy sometimes?” Jumaz laughs, flicking the chef’s beak before lying back on his chest. He groans loudly, pulling himself closer to Wulff’s face, “Arghhhhh! I can’t wait 2 hours for Blue!”

“Well you’ve got me, which is either worse or better, and some food if you’re hungry, go ahead if you want some.”

The signature grin appears back on Jumaz’s snarky face, his face rising back up from the feathery chest that was Wulff, “What if I’m not hungry for something else? Maybe Im not hungry for food?”

Wulff keeps his poker face up, tilting his head in confusion, “What do you what then?”

“Maybe I’m in the mood for some... bird~”

Wulff gestures his head towards the food heater cart, “Well I made sweet and sour chicken.”

“I love it when you play hard to get~”

“That’s my style,” Wulff rolls his hand under Jumaz’s chin, slowly bringing him closer to his beak, “it gets people wild.”

Jumaz smiles even wider, his mouth purring with anticipation, “It’s working it’s wonders Wulffy~ We’ve got two hours, I have a perfect way to waste it.”

The raven wraps his free arm around the cheetah’s waist bringing his body closer to him, “Oh? And what do you have planned?”

Both men lean close into each other, both their mouths edging closer... and closer... and closer...

“FOR GODS SAKES GET A ROOM!” A pillow hits both of them in the face, Jumaz swiftly snaps his neck towards the perpetrator: a flustered quarter-Siamese cat on the opposite chair, also known as HyperLink.

“When did HL get here!?” Jumaz shouts at his partner’s face, shaking the shirtless avian.

“Oh yeah, she came here a few minutes ago, I forgot about that honestly.”

The feline sighs, getting off his friend’s chest and petting HyperLink, the young girl swiping away at Jumaz with her small claws. “Hey gal.”

The catgirl screeches at the flirty mess of a cat, though her tail says otherwise. “I-I’m gonna get some food!” She stammers off, furiously grabbing a plate and filling it with a glory of food.

Jumaz leans back onto the floor, smiling back at Wulff, whom simply shrugs at him. He gets back up from the floor approaching the avian and leaning above him.

Wulff sits back up, rubbing his head, “I’ll get the gaming console set up for HyperLink, can you-“ the soft lips of the cheetah lock onto his beak, a sweet cotton candy flavour bouncing around his mouth.

Jumaz latches off his partner, smiling even wider this time, “Like my new chapstick?”

Wulff reorganises himself, taking a solid minute to have his brain functioning, “Y-yeah. U-uh, just get the mattresses ready please.”

The feline nods, giddily setting off for his mission, leaving the dazed Wulff alone.

“Jeez... Blue better get here before Jumaz tires us out,” he mumbles.

END

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[iamvegorott]

If you’re up to it, and are not saving that for like the main story, could you write a blurb of Mason and Erin interacting with some of our Siren friends...?

“Bap, bap, bap.” Erin made sounds with each soft tap on Mason’s stomach with his hands. Mason just stayed where he was, laying on the far end of the shore and letting Erin play his game. He opened one eye and smiled when he saw how entranced Erin was in his soft ‘music-making’. Mason reached out with a hand and tucked some loose hair behind Erin’s ear, not wanting it to get into Erin’s eyes. Erin hummed in question and flashed a bright smile before moving up and quickly slapping his hands against Mason’s chest. 

“You little shit.” Mason laughed, catching Erin’s hands. 

“Does that tickle?” Erin asked with a giggle. 

“Let me show you.” Mason rolled them over, sitting on Erin’s lap and slapping at his chest. 

“Oh no! Oh no!” Erin squealed as he weakly fought back.

“Are we interrupting?” A voice asked behind Mason. 

“Hi, guys!” Erin greeted loudly as Mason got off of him. “How have you been?” 

“We were just around and decided to pop by,” Chase said as he and the rest of his pod waited for permission to fully come into the land. 

“Come on in,” Mason said and he watched as Robbie immediately took off and Erin jumped to his feet.

“I learned a new trick!” Robbie said, bouncing on his own feet. 

“You have to show me!” Erin clapped his hands and the two took off to the pool. 

“I think that’s the fastest they’ve started playing.” Marvin chuckled as he went over and sat with Mason, the rest of the pod going to the pool as well. 

“Erin loves the company,” Mason said, raking his hands through the sand as he watched. 

“And you don’t?” Marvin asked.

“I’ll be blunt in saying that Erin and Daniel are all the company I really need but it’s nice to see you guys every now and again.” Mason chuckled when Erin tried to copy what Robbie was doing and just barely did it. 

“When are you going to court him?” Marvin grinned when Mason went stiff and his cheeks flushed.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Mason cleared his throat. 

“You know what I’m talking about.” Marvin nudged Mason with an elbow. “I can see the way you look at him, how much you love talking about him,” Marvin was now watching Chase as he threw Anti over his shoulder and was running, Robbie and Erin chasing them while Henrik and JJ were laughing. “It reminds me a lot of before me and Chase became mates.” 

“We’re just...friends.” Mason was now digging his toes into the sand. 

“So were me and Chase.” Marvin gently patted Mason’s shoulder. “You’re like how I was. I didn’t know I loved Chase for a while but I knew I never wanted to be away from him.” 

“I can’t do that to him,” Mason said softly. 

“Can’t do what?” 

“Mates are supposed to protect each other. I can’t even go into the ocean, how am I going to keep him safe?” Mason curled up and hugged his knees. 

“When we first met you two, you were ready to fight all of us until you were sure we were good people. You kept Erin behind you and away from potential danger. I don’t think you need to worry about not being brave enough for him.” Marvin grunted as he got up. “I also can tell that Erin doesn’t care about that. He wouldn’t have stayed here with you if he did.” Marvin held out a hand towards Mason. “Let’s go join the others before they start yelling at us.” 

“Do you really mean that? That he doesn’t care about my fear?” Mason asked.

“Absolutely.” Marvin smiled. Mason smiled back and took Marvin’s offered hand. They rushed over to the group; Mason jumped into the pool between Robbie and Erin while Marvin went between Henrik and Chase. Mason grabbed Erin and lifted him into the air before letting himself fall and taking Erin down under the water with him. Chase laughed as Marvin jumped on his back and kissed his cheek before whispering into his ear, catching him up real quick as Erin and Mason started splashing each other.