Cute.  I know it's just for... artist reasons, but with the head flipping back and forth I can't help but think that it's just spraying everything around X3

Part Four:

"You sure?", asked Notaru. Dod't you have a test toborrow?"

"I cad get really bad dreambs whed I'b sick, so, I dod't wadda sleep, but I will id half ad hour mbost likely" he said, he sniffled and sneezed "HETCHOO, ACHOO!" he blew his nose and coughed harshly.

"Wad be to sleep wid you just I'd case you have a bad dreab?", Notaru offered.

"That'd be nice" Atlas said, he hugged his friend.
They both went upstairs

Notaru climbed into bed, gesturing for Atlas to climb in next to him.

Atlas got into bed

"Ah choo!", Notaru sneezed into his handkerchief and blew his nose.

Atlas sniffled and tried to go to sleep

"Deed to blow?" Notaru asked?

"yeah, probably would help" Atlas said, he grabbed a tissue and blew his nose thickly
Atlas laid back down

"Good dight, Notaru said before falling asleep with his arms around Atlas.

Atlas went to sleep
Atlas had a nightmare, but it didn't wake him up in the moment
By the time the morning came, Atlas did not feel like he got a good night's rest.

Notaru woke up around the same time but was still rather tired. His nose felt completely full . He began moving his arm around, trying to find where he put his handkerchief.

Atlas pulled his sweatshirt over his head, and put his jeans on, he made sure to grab his handkerchief

Notaru found his own handkerchief and blew into it wetly thrice.

Atlas coughed harshly and gathered his stuff before leaving, he looked at his watch and sniffled a few times "Oh wait, I amb way early" he whispered "Ad I forgot to have breakfast" he said to himself
He walked back inside

Notaru got then got dressed. He coughed a little as he sluggishly made his way down the stairs.

Atlas laughed a little bit before coughing again "I tried to leave so early" he said

Notaru sniffled, "How cobe?", he asked.

"out of it" Atlas said, he sniffled thickly

"Ah.", Notaru replied before blowing his nose.

Atlas sneezed "HETCHOO, HSHOO, ACHOO!" he blew his nose "ugh" he said, he had breakfast and then grabbed his stuff and left

Notaru then had his breakfast, occasionally pausing to blow his nose into a napkin.

<rant>

So I recently stumbled out from my pile of scotch bottles and DMT sachets long enough to make it to Tumblr, whereupon I learned something unexpected:

Folks have started adopting the term "Teratophilia" to mean "I fantasize about banging monsters".

Now, to be clear, I'm in full support of that sentiment.  Banging (sapient) monsters is my jam.  But I've always viewed this as one of the outer limbs of the Furry Syndrome, a particular expression of Feral, not its own classification.  If one wanted to be more specific, "monster fucker" was always available, and pleasingly self-deprecating.

So when did Teratophilia come to mean this?  The "original" definition is a paraphilia for "deformed or monstrous people".  This covers e.g. Elephantiasis, and might extend to, say, Frankenstein's Monster, but not to Deathclaws (as I've seen it used) nor to pretty boys who transform into ${something_else}.

Am I out of touch?  No, it's the neo-Teratophiles who are wrong!  The appropriation of a term for a different sort of paraphilia is clearly inappropriate!

What's going on here?

(I've a second rant in me about the popularity of "pretty boys who transform into ${something_else}" (and equivalently, monsters that spend their most of their time "glamored" as humans), versus honest-to-goodness Ferals and Monsters and Monstrous Humanoids, but that's a rant for a different day, and has more to do with personal tastes than the lofty ideals of taxonomy...)

Hmm, I don't recall Maisy being native widescreen, which makes me wonder if this really is official. Still, very nice. Thanks for posting it.

what a really cool idea! :3

Thanks! Elephant trunks are vulnerable when they're forced to stay above water.