It's Like Zoomies, But With Kisses And Hugs

It's like zoomies, but with kisses and hugs🥺💙💛

Guuuuuyysss?

I'm having more 🌟 StarStudent💡 brainrot,,

...I wanna hc that sometimes when Kickin would be as energetic as Hoppy, he'd give Bubba like,, LOTS of affection when he sees him; such as many smoochies on his face, cuddles n snuggles, and he'd definitely do twirl hugs w/ Bubba-

I'm sorry, I love them sm,, I can't help it 💙💛

Random Headcanon(TW slightly suggestive)

Crafty and CatNap definitely have tea together. Complete with pastries like cookies, cupcakes, cake. And they definitely have the best gossip/ out of pocket conversations.

"Have you and Bobby gone farther than hand holding?"

"Does @#&_$ count as farther?"

*Chokes*

"Bubba tells me I shouldn't be so dirty minded, so I told him, "Then what are you doing with all those books on egg laying in the back of your bookshelf?"

*chuckles* "Hypocrite much?"

*Bursts in CatNap's living room* "I just met the most vile Karen in the art store in town and you would not believe what happened in the end!!"

"I'll get the tea, you get the snacks!"

And Kickin keeps swimming up to him and keeps messing with his trunk, like kissing or pinching him.

i found out that Elephants use their trunks as a snorkel while swimming and now all I can imagine are the critters at the beach and when Bubba's swimming all they can see it tip of his trunk moving around as he swims

Oh...... Walks away nervously

Little do you all know-

Whenever I find a Smiling critters au I snatch up all the Bubba's a put them in a little corner of my mind where they goof around and just be happy-

Oooooh! @blythebewitched and @blues-of-randomness got me cooking up a StarStudent AU!

I'm Sorry...

@blythebewitched @blues-of-randomness pls don't kill me.

Warning: Blood, Very sad.

Kickin did his best to not cry as he gently swaddled Riot in a blanket. “C-come on, baby. You have to g-get better. Get better for Daddy, please.” He whispered as the small chick continued to cough up blood. “J-just hold o-out until Papa gets home. P-please.” He begged, holding Riot as close as he could without hurting him. Moving to lay down in bed, Kickin could do nothing but silently sob, hoping, praying for Riot to be okay.

After what seemed like days, Bubba finally walked in through the front door. “H-honey. I’m home.” Looking in the playpen, he immediately noticed something was wrong. Sparky was comforting Rave while Dusk was doing the same with Mari. Bow, Rocky, and Ben also looked worried. But, where was Riot? “Kickin? Where are you?” He could quiet crying coming from somewhere inside the house. “Are you in the bedroom? The bathroom?”

“B-bedroom.” Upon walking inside, Bubba saw Kickin under the blankets, the chicken obviously distressed and crying. “What happened? Where’s Riot? The kids look upset, did someone get hurt?” Walking up to place on his husband’s shoulder, Bubba froze at the sight of Riot silently crying with blood coming out of his beak. Tears were absolutely pouring from Kickin’s eyes as he tried to calm the crying chick with quiet whispers and kisses.

“Wh-What happened?!” Bubba exclaimed in shock as Kickin sat up. “I-I t-tried to take e-everyone to the park. But as soon as everyone stepped outside, they turned back into plastic eggs! I freaked out and stepped on Riot’s egg! It was an accident, I swear, Bubba!” Kickin cried, holding Riot closer. Bubba shook his head and quickly held his arms out for Riot. “Whatever, just give him here! If we can’t take him to the hospital, I’ll look at him myself. What are his symptoms?”

Kickin handed Riot, who let out a quiet cry from the movement. “He’s b-been coughing up blood, and o-one of his legs is bending the wrong way.” Unwrapping Riot, Bubba immediately got to work putting the small leg in a splint, apologizing to the chick whenever he cried, and took out a stethoscope to listen to his lungs.”...It doesn’t sound good. Not good at all.”

Kickin felt like he was going to be sick. Those were the very last words he wanted to hear. “H-he’s not going to be okay?” Bubba couldn’t turn around, knowing he’d cry as well if he looked at Kickin. He silently shook his head as he wrapped Riot back up, wiping the blood from his mouth and beak with tissues. “He’s taken a lot of damage. And we can’t take him to the hospital, and I can’t do much else. The only thing we can do is be there for him.”

Handing Riot back, Bubba went to get the kids. “I’ll get the kids. They seemed really upset when I came in.” Bubba said, leaving the two chickens alone. Tears began to pour again as Kickin did his best not to hyperventilate. “I’m so sorry, baby. I never meant to.” Riot weakly chirped as he raised a feathered arm for Kickin. Bubba walked back in with the other chicks and calves, each one letting out a chirp or trumpet upon seeing their brother and father.

“Alright everyone, be careful. Riot isn’t feeling too good.” He explained sadly, letting everyone onto the bed. Crowding around him, Riot moved to be with his siblings, but Kickin stopped him. “No no, sweetie. You can’t play. It’s getting late.”

Getting everyone settled, Riot was laid down in the middle as everyone snuggled around him for bed. Kickin refused to let go of Riot completely, leaving one around him as tears still spilled out of his eyes. “Kickin….this isn’t your fault. You didn’t want this. I know that.” He said, moving a hoof to rest on top of Kickin’s hand. At this point, he’d lost his battle, tears pouring from his own eyes. “Y-You would never hurt him on purpose.”

Kickin continued to cry silently, watching as Riot’s coughing finally stopped, only hearing little breathing from him and the others. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, shutting his eyes.

Later on as everyone sleep within each other’s warmth

Riot took his last breath.