#traitorousscales

[sweet-chimera]

"NO. NO MER. WE SETTLED T'IS LAST NOIGHT. KEEP IT IN YER PANTS... or... cloaca???"

[feelinsheepish]

Soft fuzz is the best excuse to stick a nose in. Teppet knows, because his is in Terry's wool right now.

Terrance giggled as Teppet booped his snoot into his woolly side and the sheep proceeded to tumble over onto his side, kicking his legs a little in a playful giggly manner.

"Hehehee! Teppppeeettt!!! That tickles!"

[disorentedfae]

RUN FORM YOUR PROMBLENS BUT THEY FOL EOFN

ME DOF NOE D

IN HAVE THEMM

[godofvillains]

@traitorousscales asked:

It's not easy to sniff Shigaraki out, but he found him. His face, to be exact. And what does that snoot do? Snoots his cheek. Snoots his nose. Snoots his other cheek. Snoots his forehead. Snoots both eyes. Snoots his cheek again. Snoots his cheek. Snoots his cheek. Snoots his cheek. Snoots-

The god is snooted very much by the reptilian, and the man enjoys every second of it. For every snoot he receives, he pecks the snoot with a kiss.

"What a way to greet me," he chimes happily, hugging the other tightly. "I missed ya..."

[the-smallest-star]

Helpless James spotted. By the time he gets to hear and feel the snuffly breath that's coming from a big snoot as it takes in his scent in quick, playful, and pretty useless huffs, it's already too late to prevent the cold snout from applying itself to the crook of his neck. Still sniffing. With both his airholes -and- the sniff antennas some would call a tongue.

He'd been relaxing only to get snooted. Not that he'd complain. His tail automatically wrapped around their leg as he purred and nuzzled into him. "Hello to you too~"

[godofvillains-aa]

@traitorousscales​

     Well, this was new. She was used to seeing some strange people, but not reptilian men. He seemed to have just entered the subway. Usually, Eleanor acts hostile to anyone who comes down here. But with her curiosity piqued, she was going to act kindly.

     Slowly and cautiously, she approaches the stranger. Her hands folded behind her back. She was very tall, over seven feet tall. “Hello, and welcome to the haunted subways,” she greets, offering a smile. “Are you down here for ghost hunting, or taking the train to some place? I live down here, so this place is my home... so I suppose I’ll be taking care of you down here!”

[godofvillains-a]

@traitorousscales​ asked:

This time around, there is knock on the door, and Teppet waiting to be let in. His flaps are drooped and he looks just like he had been walking the entire way through all kinds of weather, all while looking somewhat haunted, which he tried to hide behind a tired smile when the door opened. "Sorry ah'm late. Got any cake left?"

     Shigaraki opened the door and saw his friend. But immediately he noticed something was wrong with Teppet. He frowned lightly and moved a bit to let the reptile pass through into his home.

      “Yeah, I got a little bit of cake left. You’re welcome to some... But first, are you doing okay? You look tired and warn out. Had a rough day?” he asked, closing the door behind Teppet and went to the kitchen to grab the left over slice of cake.

[conjured-osteon]

Continued X @traitorousscales

That strong grip was matched, not a muscle twitching when Teppet drew closer for inspection. Herbs, spices and gardening soil, with a subtle hint of sulfur and clay, his palm was rough from work while the back was soft.

Marrow chuckled, exotic, how silly. He'd never judge someone by appearance alone, especially with his own uniqueness. Though it didn't stop the simple mental awareness of the sinner being a stranger, Who made quite the assortment of Hungry compliments best keeping caution as anyone should.

"But if I were to lie of myself, what else would patrons think I've wrongly discussed when it comes to precise work they require?"

With intentions to not lie, he wouldn't stop anyone if they decided to call him by what they had assumed, even if corrected. A 'free' realm after all; collecting titles like nicknames wasn't so bad.

Once released, his fingers gravitated and knitted together. Nodding as the name was given, being called sweetbug got another amused sound from him, grinning with pointed teeth to show.

"Depends on what service someone may ask for! Or if the visitor simply desires a plant for the home, otherwise a majority of these fine flora will be used for my Alchemy work."

Shifted to one arm, he gestured around the shop with his hand.

"Consider me an older fashioned supply shop of an equally old traditional practice. I personally take commissions though I'm not apposed to teaching anyone curious to learn."