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itshirohi · 1 month
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WE DID IT MY BOOPING BUDDIES! Now that was FUN 😆
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zibiscusloon · 1 month
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So called “free thinkers” the second Tumblr gives us cat paws
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..BOOP!
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bitchfitch · 1 month
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Recommendation on this April fools:
Enter a death pact with a mutual and boop each other into jelly to get the Boop Breaker Badge by booping each other 1000 times. Forge a Bond Today. Fucking Kill Eachother.
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orpiknight · 1 month
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Boop! Boop! Boop! Bo—
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markscherz · 1 month
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your blog is amazing, which is why you're getting attacked with paws
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BOOPING YOU WITH MY TEETH
BOOPING YOU WITH MY TEETH
BOOPING YOU WITH MY TEETH
BOOPING YOU WITH MY TEETH
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dailyfigures · 1 month
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thank you for booping me everyone i got booped 971 times so i have given up on booping everyone back but i am booping all of you in spirit. mentally booping everyone 🙏
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barbieaemond · 1 month
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Ladies, I’m off to bed (sigh). It was indeed a privilege. Wish you all godspeed booping.
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ALREADY???? you mad lads...
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alexkeller-doodles · 1 month
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happy april fools ig
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original picture:
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jattendschaton · 1 month
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For all of March I was doing a thing where I would send an anonymous message to compliment a different person every single day and honestly I can't think of anything better to end the month with than getting to boop a bunch of people as little reminders I care about them
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brooklynisher · 1 month
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Boop Thanks You!
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Happy birthday!
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hailsatanacab · 1 month
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i got the TUM TUM!!!
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blarrghe · 1 month
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haven't promoted this story in a minute because idk I got tired of tumblr and took a sort of break. Tomorrow I will be posting ch. 14, which is halfway through the story, so it's a great time to pick up...
The Hunter The Snake and the Fox
Rating: M | Category: M/M | Words: 27 081 | Chapters 13/28
Summary:
When Magister Dorian Pavus' expedition meets unexpectedly with a clan of unhappy Dalish elves, First Taren Lavellan may be the unhappiest among them. Unhappier still to be put to the task of helping to see his quest through. This is the tale of how a fortnight in the forests of the Free Marches can change everything.
And here's a long snippet from Ch. 3 for some Drama:
A sliver of light shone briefly in from a crack in the tent, and a leather-clad elf stomped through it. The elf barked something out towards the tent flap, and before Dorian could muster more than a groan, he stomped out again. Dorian blinked a few times after the fading blur of light.
Minutes went by. Possibly hours. Dorian’s head hurt. He tugged on the binds at his wrists, bending them uncomfortably this way and that. It only seemed to tighten them, so he stopped. His head began to clear. More time passed. He attempted to count the minutes. When the elf returned again, Dorian managed a few inquiring calls for attention. Things like, “Where are the others?”, and, “damnit, I’m talking to you!” His calls went ignored.
The elf poked his head back out into the bright daylight beyond the dark tent, and shouted something in grumpy Elvhen. Another elf soon pushed through the flap, they stomped grimly forward together, and then one on either side hoisted Dorian up by the elbows. 
Dorian’s legs were half asleep and still bound, painfully tingling with each jostling step as the two elves dragged him forward. He groaned. The elf on his right barked back something he was sure was an insult. His unwilling legs were dragged on.
Dorian did his best to make his case for answers and mercy as they went. “We have no qualms with you," he pleaded, " I know Tevinter hasn’t historically been kind to your people, but really, this expedition wants nothing to do with you, so if you’d simply let us go on our way…” 
Sharp grunt. 
“You’re making a huge mistake. Kill me, and you’d be inviting a war, do you have any idea who I am?” 
Angry Elvish epithet. 
“Dorian of house Pavus,” he said proudly, “ Magister Pavus as of recently, I have a fortune, you could be handsomely rewarded and —”
Big knife.
“— and a wife! And children! Please!” 
The big knife pressed closer to his throat. There was a bandage there already. 
“Alright! So I don’t have children, or a wife, but I am engaged, and —”
Dorian was shoved through a tent flap by the elf holding the knife, who wound up at his back as his second captor pushed his unstable and bound legs down into a kneel.
“Relax, shemlin,” said a low voice. 
Thank the Maker, Dorian thought, blinking now at the woven mat he’d been forced upon, its zigzagged pattern slowly coming into view in his still foggy vision. Finally, here was someone who spoke the Trade speech. King's Tongue, they called it in the south. Crude. In Tevinter, the nobility still had its own.  
Dorian’s eyes rose from the ground to take in warmly lit canvas walls draped in soft pelts and colourful woven blankets. He knelt near a smouldering fire pit. Smoke was rising up through a narrow hole in the tent’s roof. Through its haze, in a grand and intricately carved wooden seat, sat a man. The man stood, and Dorian watched leather-wrapped feet pace forward, around, circling him. There were more seats, less grand but still intricately carved, all around the fire pit. None sat in them except for one old woman. She sat still and proud, squinting at him through the smoke. 
Dorian lifted his gaze all the way up to the face of the man who was just now finishing his pacing examination of him. An elvhen mage stood before Dorian with his staff planted firmly on the ground between them. He was not tall, but stood in towering regalness over Dorian all the same. His posture was straight, his shoulders strongly set and covered with a heavy green cloak woven through with threads of blue and gold. He wore his deep auburn hair in a long, thick braid hung over one shoulder, and he held his carved, spiralling wooden staff in both hands, emanating power. 
“You are Master Pavus ,” said the standing elf, speaking down to him. 
“Master Pavus was my father,” Dorian replied, flashing the man a winning smile, “as I am evidently your prisoner, it seems only fitting that you simply call me Dorian.” 
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xjustakay · 1 month
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GOT ALL THE BOOP BADGES HEHEHE
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sysig · 1 month
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For some reason my boops just don’t work, and I’ll be offline all day today so I just want you all to know:
BOOP!
🐾
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