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catscidr · 3 months

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Dr ratio and student (adult) reader who tried really hard to study but she is kinda failing? 😭 I once had strict teacher like ratio and he was softer to me, so Idk if ratio would be the same or even more mean

this is a little different from what you asked. BUT. i Do think that he wouldn't be mean n would help u study because it means you're trying to not be an idiot and his whole shtick is trying to make people less dumb. ykwim. i might've projected a littol bit... times r tough what can i say <(ㅍ _ㅍ)> cw: blurb/headcanon format (?), hurt/comfort technically because ratio is a little mean. it's not that bad tho trust, university setting includes: gn!student!reader, professor!veritas ratio, can be read as either platonic or romantic (or favoritism lmao) wc: 1k

-ˋˏ I think he would be pretty frustrated at first. How come all your studying did little to nothing to change your less-than-ideal grades? Especially when he’s the one teaching you, at this point it’s an insult to him and his teaching skills!

-ˋˏ ...but when you showed up to his office with your lips curled down in deep a frown, downturned brows and meek eyes that refused to meet his gaze for more than three seconds and reflected just how embarrassed (and almost ashamed) you were, he could only sigh and wave his hand to gesture for you to come in.

-ˋˏ You took out your textbook, your notes and the study guide he had made specifically for the final exam. They felt heavier in your hands than they usually do, since now he could very well take a single look at your messy, scribbled notes and turn you away for “wasting his time” like you’ve seen him do with other struggling students. You couldn’t afford failing this exam though, so you place down your things on his (now cleared) desk and sit at the edge of the chair he had across of him, silently praying to whatever god to grant you some mercy.

-ˋˏ His first reaction was... not good, for lack of better words. Your notes were a mess and there were splotches of black all over about five pages— the result of an unfortunate accident where your pen exploded in your hands during an all-nighter. He was tempted to turn you away or to, at the very least, scold you for being so disorganized, but he wouldn’t be the infamous Doctor Veritas Ratio if he did. One look at you and he could tell that you hadn’t slept properly in God-knows how long, that you hadn’t eaten a proper meal in just as long, and that you had the drive to study, but for a reason unknown to you, simply couldn’t. Or, at least not in a way that made you retain the information you tried to hammer into your brain.

-ˋˏ You'd sit there; hands folded in your lap, eyes refusing to meet his, silently waiting for him to say something, anything lest you implode on the spot. Ratio would gloss over your notes, eyes lingering on the little doodles of yourself you drew in the margins of the page with a little speech bubble saying ‘help’ right above it, and would hold in a sigh. Crossing his arms over his chest he would lean back in his chair and tilt his head, burning holes in your skull until you lifted your head up. He wouldn’t say a word, he’d be as patient as he needed to be, waiting.

-ˋˏ When you finally looked over at him you swore you felt your heart drop to your ass (how long had he been staring?) as you forced yourself to not grab your stuff and dip. “Um-” you started speaking but he promptly shut you up by interrupting you with a question of his own; “Do you honestly think you can study adequately in such conditions?”

-ˋˏ (Of course he’d notice, you scold yourself internally. There’s no way to successfully hide the dark circles under my eyes.)

-ˋˏ You’re taking way too long to answer, too absorbed into your head to speak, and it’s starting to get under his skin. His frown seems embedded onto his face, the absence of his plaster head making you quiver in fear from the sheer amount of frustration he must feel because of you. Unfortunately, you’re nowhere near as observant as he is— because if you were, you would have noticed that his frustration wasn’t aimed at you, but at himself. How did he let it get this bad? He’s supposed to be a teacher, and teachers are supposed to care for their pupils

-ˋˏ (It might seem like he couldn’t give two shits about his students, but he does care— in his own harsh way. He considers kicking people out of his class a blessing; if he didn’t care about their wellbeing, he would have let them stay and feel stupid as well as let them be completely overwhelmed as a result of not understanding the content of his lessons and the workload he assigns. Of course, he doesn’t want people to drop his class, but if that’s what it takes for people to not go insane then so be it. He’s made peace with it.)

-ˋˏ “When was the last time you were able to sleep for longer than eight hours consecutively?” he asks, intense gaze unfaltering as your eyes dart all over his office in a poor attempt at avoiding the inevitable. Finally, you look at him sheepishly, and mumble a number that was far from satisfactory in his books. He clicks his tongue and unfurls his arms, grabbing your books strewn across his desk and shuts them, sliding them over towards you. You sit, puzzled and flustered that you’ve gone all this way just for him to kick you out. If he was going to be an ass, he should have just dismissed you as soon as—

-ˋˏ “Your assignment is to get a good night’s rest. Do not come into my classroom if you haven’t slept for 8 hours minimum. If I see you work dark circles as prominent as the ones you have right now, I’ll drag you to the nearest bed or couch myself.”

...Can’t say you expected that kind of response.

-ˋˏ You can’t even get a word in before he beats you to it, already knowing what you were about to say. “I’ll let you retake the exam if I deem your health to be unacceptable when you arrive in the lecture hall for the exam.” You shut your mouth, unsure of what to even say in response. You really felt like you were being scolded.

-ˋˏ He would gladly help you study when you come back looking (and feeling) refreshed, though. Not that he’d show it with his body language, but his actions said everything. He’d bring energy bars for you to snack on while he explained material you struggled with, would be patient when you’d ask seemingly dumb questions (one time you asked him why he hadn’t kicked you out of his class yet, and that was the first time he actually scolded you. Because that was the first dumb question you asked him).

#୧ ‧₊˚orderup!#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dr ratio x reader #dr ratio x y/n #dr ratio x you #veritas ratio x reader #veritas ratio x you

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solargeist · 3 months

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It hurt in the beginning, but it hurt much MUCH more later on. You aren't even really aware that things are happening to you. They are subtle like that. After all, They have had the chance to prefect this process down to almost the second of becoming like Them.

Unfortunately, the perfected method is very painful. You feel it in your bones. Just a dull ache that makes you think of growing pains as a child. Something that once was easy to do; no longer works for how your body is structured (like climbing a tree or how when you used to cry, it would always be with tears that made your face too hot).

The shift from bones to being in your muscles would seemingly happen over night. Tendons feeling too rubbery and bendable and cartilage always became brittle. The nosebleeds became normal, and you are reassured that it is normal. (After all, it is to them.)

Eventually, it buzzes under your skin. Sometimes it feels like a phone vibrating under anywhere that might have blood, but then others it's impossible not to think of their being insects just under the first layer. (There are no bugs in the End. You know that. At least, you haven't seen any Endermites...) You hear it in your ear drums. Your teeth rattle ever so slightly in a way that makes your jaw hurt. The perpetual motion makes stomachs easier to upset and falling asleep almost impossible.

But eventually, after sitting too long in discomfort, you find out the meaning of these sorenesses. It is so much easier to mold something if it has been made pliable. They desire to bend, to snap, to stretch you as far as you'll go and then go farther.

Watchers are massive things in their fullness. Large and hulking creatures that can blot out the sun at their full hight. But one simply does get to being that size naturally. No, they had to be pulled up; spines and fingers being elongated, arms and legs extending out, and smiles made even wider to show more teeth.

The smile is why Grian doesn't ever bother having one shown. He hates to remember hooks pulling at his cheeks.

-Phantom

The way you go from DMing me to put him in a microwave, to this, is always fascinating, really, a littol gift to me 🫶

I think the Watcher holds his hair back when he’s sick, or gently rubs his back when he’s sore, even though it’s their fault he’s like this!!

#ask #watcher grian #body horror #it’s such a slow process. i think it just happens to anyone in that domaine… or using the magic.? the more he eats?#taken on trips to use magic. to guide. to watch. and then slowly realizing what’s happening when his hands don’t stop hurting #boy ur growing talons 👍#the vibrating/buzzing in his skin is his pineapple blood 😭😭😭 it’s canon to me #i understand him . i also get pain in my fingernails and ear cartilage #he’s going to grow eyes on his brain bloodborne style #anyway thank U twin for this u fuel me and my insanity over grian #creatureAU

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factual-fantasy · 4 months

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25 ASKS! WAHOO! :DD 🎉🎉🎉

Oooo what would DJMM be? A full sized birthday cake perhaps? XD

(Post in question)

:0 It was?? Thank you! :DD I'm glad you got some use out of it! <XD

(Post in question)

XDD She probably has, and no doubt she'll do it again!

@scally-wiggles716

:DD Thank you so much!! I'm glad you like the way I made him!! :}}} 💖💖💖

@badlyblurry

I mean.. sending me a drawing of your character that has nothing to do with any of my stuff? None of my characters are in it or anything? I don't see anything wrong with that..

But still, comments/asks are the easiest, safest and absolute best way to show your appreciation for my artwork. Genuinely, it is.

Oh its a horrible place. Its a kingdom ruled by a corrupt and evil king. The royal guard is corrupt and full of mostly evil snobs that abuse their power. There's plenty of food but none of it is given to the people.

Everyone is overworked, everyone is starving, there's murders in the streets. Its awful..

@khoiazo

@elegysonnet

<XD I've heard of Murder Drones but I never got around to watching it for a shallow reason. That reason being- now don't kill me!-... I don't like the art style 💔 specifically the way the characters look/are shaped. I know that's not a great reason to not watch something but its why I didn't want to watch it- 😭💔💔

Yes yes! Its the two golden kids. Although they aren't a reference to the missing children-

Its a bit hard to tell, but its supposed to be little Stanley and Stanford pines from Gravity falls! <XDD

(Also thank you!! :DD )

@shaziztrazh

All I can say is those smiles are creepy! Put some teeth in there and close that mouth! XDD

I actually have yet to draw him. I should do that sometime-

Just imagine the Spade King but much bigger and more.. grotesque..

(Post in question)

@couchwow

@beryl-shade

Oh yeah its very likely :00

@null-hydrangea (Post in question)

OOOO THAT'S REALLY MORBID AND ANGSTY-- But sadly no <XDD Its just an artificial separation anxiety of sorts.

@the-faketiccit0by

XD I'm glad! :}}

@syntaxgardenstudios

Woah, that sounds like a cool character! :D

Also thank you!! I'm glad you like my Octonauts stuff! :}} I'm sure I'll come back to it sometime XDD

@skeletormasterofevil (Post in question)

The buddy system is an A.I. programming that I created solely as a tool to make angst

The buddy system is a connected A.I. program that Glamrock Fredbear and Spring Bonnie both have. Its a program that tells the animatronics to always be in the same room. The further away from each other they go, the more distressed they become :(

@just-a-human-lad

:DD Thank you! And thank you for the littol frog guy! 💖🐸💖

I imagined the whole group is sitting around a camp fire and they're all talking a bit about where they came from and what their AUs were like. Jevil talks about how he and Seam were under rule of this horrible King. And how Seam was the court magician and he was the court Jester..

River makes a comment; "Oh.. You must just despise anything Jester related then, yes..?"

Jevil nods "Oh yeah, cant stand the stuff."

Then Grillby says, "..Then why do you still wear your jester hat?"

There was immediate tension between Seam and Jevil. But Jevil thought of something quick. "...You really wanna know why I don't take off my hat?"

Grillby: "uh.. yes..?"

Jevil creates all this suspense around it and then he goes. "Its becuase I'm bald under there, and you all would probably go blind from the reflection if I took my hat off." Cue giggling from Goner kid and a couple snickers from the group. The tension dissolves and the subject is changed. No one really thinks to bring up the hat thing again after that.. they all somewhat just accepted that as the answer.

Thank you!! :DD I love drawing them, so I'm glad you love how they look!! :}}}

If that worlds Seam is anything like mine, he wouldn't have been able to follow through with it.. Imprisoning him is one thing, executing him is just not something he has the guts to do..

And if their Spade King is anything like mine? As punishment for not obeying his orders, he would have just killed them both. :(

Hypothetically though.. if he DID kill Jevil.. and then later on saw my groups Jevil? I feel like he'd freak out. Thinking he's some kind of vengeful spirit or something. "I killed you, I saw you die- you've been dead for years- there's no way that you're really here-" He'd push him away out of fear and maybe even run away..

He probably did.. :( 💔

#my response #undertale #deltarune #fnaf security breach

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marcynomercy · 1 month

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Fate written in blood

I know it took long to get out, but chapter 4 is between us! Thank you @littol-rascal again for the incredible beta-reading!

Summary: The blood has always been her way until the day that fate changed, After being kidnapped by mind flayers and the fall of the Nautiloid Calamity had a new opportunity for freedom and strangely her fate crossed with that of Astarion when the elf put that dagger around her neck.

Their fate until now was written by others, but now they would write with their own hands in blood.

Warnings: Violence, blood, game events, mentions of trauma, distress/comfort, mention of abuse, wounds, mentions of torture. (That’s it for now)

Ship: Astarion and Calamity (Tav), Shadowheart and Carniex (Tav), mentions of other characters.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5.

Chapter 4 - Reunion

The next morning…gods, it was terrible!

At first, they all found it strange when Shadowheart went to call on Calamity in her tent. When she saw it was empty, and found Calamity sleeping in Astarion’s tent by his side, the explanations were made, and... well they reacted a little better than he had imagined. And of course, Calamity defended him as he had promised.

"Don’t blame him! I gave him permission to drink my blood to satiate his hunger,” Calamity said. “He’s controlled it all this time, and we need to keep this group united." Calamity stepped forwards, placing herself between the group and Astarion, maintaining the same firm stance her comrades had come to know.

"She’s not wrong. We’re bound together, no matter what comes." Astarion moved Calamity’s side, smiling slightly to try and reassure her.

"You say all the right words,” Gale began, “but I’m not so sure you mean the right things. Still,” he sighed, “I will respect the decision that you made." He watched warily as Shadowheart moved to Calamity’s side, helping her away to a corner, a little ways from the commotion so that she could treat her.

Helping Calamity to sit, Shadowheart began treating her.

"Well,” Shadowheart huffed, “at least we know your little secret now. I respect those who know how to keep secrets, but this particular one might be something that should be cleared up before this whole situation. "Though not entirely hostile, the sharpened edge to her voice was unmistakable.

"I just did what I thought was right,” Calamity retorted. “As I said yesterday, I don’t think the fact that Astarion is a vampire puts too much on this group as a whole... it was just me who decided to be his dinner yesterday." Calamity kept her eyes on the ground as she spoke, refusing to meet Shadowheart’s gaze as she quietly defended herself.

"Well, we are a very unusual group,” Shadowheart mused, “so having a vampire among us does not seem to be a problem, anyways… I will not persist in the matter. After all, as you said, it’s your choice." Shadowheart finished treating her using the lesser restoration and then went to examine the bite mark on her neck. "It got ugly and very purple... Looks like he’s really hungry and your pale skin seems to be very sensitive." Her pale skin was something that caught Shadowheart’s attention before, but compared to Astarion, Calamity was warmer, a healthier sort of pale, anyways.

"There’s not much to do for that,” Calamity sighed. “I get bruises on my skin very easily so it’s no surprise... I think I will need to make a bandage, or a cover or something to avoid attention, right?" Calamity turned to her friend.

"Well, unless you wanted to display that mark on your neck as a trophy… I’m sure a certain vampire would be very amused by such a thing." Shadowheart chuckled at the thought, but Calamity only seemed confused.

"Why would he be… because I left the mark exposed?" She asked innocently.

Shadowheart was completely unprepared for such a question, and the cleric took a deep breath, realizing how genuine the innocence in that question was as she tried not to laugh.

"Oh gods..." She tried to keep her composure and seriousness, but it was hard because of Calamity’s confused look. "You know..." She approached to whisper the answer in her friend’s ear. " He can keep his ego inflated by you showing the mark he left, something a little… intimate?”

"Intimate..." Calamity said softly. A moment passed, then Calamity gasped, realizing what Shadowheart meant as her cheeks began to flush a brilliant shade of pink.

This time, Shadowheart couldn’t hold her laughter, a hearty chuckle leaving the cleric at Calamity’s embarrassed face.

The others watched the scene confusedly from afar, especially Astarion, who was sure his name was involved in some way.

The diary that Calamity started on this journey had been very useful to her, mainly to keep her thoughts together, but she enjoyed writing down bother her personal and sentimental observations at the end of each day’s journey. It would come as no surprise to her when Astarion’s presence in the pages of her diary rivaled that of her brother Carnifex’s every day–she always wrote of Astarion whenever he reminded her of something old, or showed her something new.

Unlike her brother, Calamity did not insist on preserving the old parts of her during those100 years…her brother, at least compared to her, had more personality, opinions and desires. After all, he was the more rebellious between them.

Carnifex always, even suffering, even tortured, kept everything deep in his soul and waited for the first opportunity to turn the game in his favor. Calamity admired this side of him, this force... And now, she’d begun to see that trait in Astarion, an uncommon trait, but one the two shared between the pages of her words.

"I hope you’re feeling better." Astarion mentioned to Calamity as they searched a basement they found in the village ruins.

"I’ve had worse days, don’t worry,” Calamity assured him, “getting a little anemic isn’t the end of the world." Calamity chuckles, turning back to the shelf in front of her.

"Oh, really?" Astarion approached Calamity, who didn’t even notice his movements. "How much worse?" At this point, he was practically holding her against the silverware–Calamity became nearly immovable when she realized.

She froze–in her heart,Calamity knew that Astarion would not harm her, but her body did not share the same trust in him... She felt trapped, terrified in the same way she felt before, from the pressure and fear from her past. Her hands began to shake, Astarion noticing the trembling immediately.

"What is it, darling?" he asked, clearly concerned about her anxious, shaking silence.

Unbeknownst to Astarion, Calamity was in the midst of a moment of dejavu–one of the bad ones. In her mind, she was facing the wall, being pushed violently to and fro, against it and pulled back repeatedly. It wasn’t unusual for her to be treated like this... but it was something she really hated, something that terrified her. This isn’t like back then, this isn’t them, this is Astarion, it's okay, I’m okay, she repeated over and over in her mind.

"My mind wandered…” Calamity mumbled, “to a bad time... it was nothing." She breathed deeply, oxygen filling her lungs as she inhaled and exhaled shakily.

"Are you sure? I can still walk away, you know." Astarion suggested, but she just turned to face him.

"No, I’m okay... why are you here, though?" she asked, taking the vampire by surprise at her innocent tone.

"Wait... what?" Astarion’s confusion was all-too-apparent, in his opinion, and he took a moment to collect himself…she really didn’t realize what his intentions were?

"Don’t you understand?" he asked, his voice lower, a little sultry, even.

"What..." Calamity’s voice was lowering as she finally understood the situation and soon her face blushed.

Astarion laughed in response. How adorable to him, the way her face turned red, her expression flustered... oh, that was something indeed.

"My, my... what will I ever do with you?" Astarion leaned toward Calamity, enjoying the nervous, perhaps anticipatory look in her eyes.

"A-Astarion..." she began, lowering her gaze to the floor in a desperate bid to avoid eye contact.

"Yes?" He stood, awaiting her question, his lips only inches from hers as he placed a finger underneath her chin, forcing Calamity to meet his gaze. Predator and prey; the cute, little doe-eyed rabbit, and the wily wolf with fangs as sharp as daggers.

"What are you doing there?" Shadowheart’s questioning tones came as both entirely surprising and entirely unwelcome, bringing Astarion’s little game to a screeching halt. The cleric glanced at the guilty parties, whose faces flushed red–well, as red as Astarion’s cheeks could manage, anyways.

"N-NOTHING!" Calamity gasped, pushing Astarion back, who yelped as he stumbled backwards. "Need something?" She asked, trying to change the subject, shooting an apologetic glance to Astarion, who seemed to be rather enamored with the floor–or perhaps unsensibly enraged at how it failed to cushion his near-fall.

"Actually, yes, we found a secret passage." Shadowheart sighed, pointing to an armory across the room. "How about taking a look at how we could unblock the path?"

Calamity nodded, promptly following along with Shadowheart to try and help while Gale stayed behind, waiting for Astarion–who looked irritated at best, judging by his furrowed brow and the whispered curses leaving his lips.

"So... was it worth almost crushing her?" Gale teased.

"Shut your fucking mouth, wizard." Astarion huffed, turning to follow the girls.

It was a calm and productive day - they just had to kill some skeletons and some spiders. But they did get a lot of potions, some useful items... and apparently, Gale was a walking bomb all this time?

What a surprise, well… that explained his condition that required him to consume magical items - Calamity had just been helping him without much thought, which was just another thing that made Astarion mad. Anyone within earshot could recall the vampire’s words, as Astarion had verbalized that "that Netherese jack-in-the-box should be a blip on the horizon by now!"

Let’s just say it was the first time the vampire had received a look sharp enough to kill from Calamity since this group had formed.

Back at camp, Calamity refrained from socializing with her companions, choosing instead to think, simply–the problem of the parasite plagued her and her companions both physically and mentally. She felt as if she was starting to falter, as their leader... insecurity began to flow from her in increasingly devastating waves as she thought about Halsin, about every futile effort expended thus far.

She hated that feeling; the anxiety emerging, the insecurity threatening to consume her… it would be so very easy to lose control, and let everything crumble.

She paused, looking to the parasite she kept in a glass, the same one she took from the priestess... the power seemed to be trying, testing her, in a way.

Maybe she should listen to the stranger who took her brother’s face in her dreams, maybe embracing that power... that potential is the step she needed to take.

Maybe. Perhaps. Doubts, and dread.

The anguish struck her then; as something she missed more than anything was the consolation she felt having her brother by her side. Calamity missed the connection, something natural and comforting that only they felt - down to their souls.

The connection they received by sharing the same maternal womb, someone to be by their side during their life... there was no way either could avoid distress while they remained apart, while the void remained empty.

"Copper for your thoughts? You seem rather lost in them." Calamity startled, turning to face the approaching Shadowheart.

"I didn’t even hear you coming..." Calamity muttered, rubbing her face sheepishly. "I guess there is a lot on my mind."

Shadowheart moved to sit next to her.

"Do you want to discuss it? Maybe it’ll help get your thoughts in order."

"Well, aside from the obvious lack of progress in our current dilemma... I’m just feeling... alone." Calamity sighed, exhaustion apparent in her voice. "I miss the connection, not the invasive and uncomfortable connection of the tadpoles... the connection with my brother."

"Curious... Can you describe how this connection is supposed to be? Besides it not being unpleasant, of course."

"Well... It’s like intuition, instinct... vibration. You just feel that connection, it’s soft as a breeze and welcoming as a hug." Calamity paused, smiling softly at Shadowheart before she continued. "You know, we didn’t need to say anything, sometimes… we understood just by looking into each other’s eyes… the worst part isn’t being away from him, the worst is being away and not knowing if he is okay... it’s eating me alive, Shadowheart."

"You haven’t said much about how you lived before all this,” Shadowheart mused. “Is he in danger, perhaps?" Shadowheart asked, letting her curiosity speak for her.

"We were treated very differently,” Calamity said softly. “In my brother’s case, torture was almost routine, no matter how much I tried to take his place to keep him from... it didn’t always work."

Shadowheart stared at her, eyes wide with shock.

"Did you... allow yourself to be tortured?" the cleric asked.

"I think the answer is obvious," Calamity replied sharply, almost rudely. "I don’t want to talk about it anymore."

Calamity couldn’t sleep that night, so she did the same thing as the last time–she went to the riverside. Though she expected to be alone at such ungodly hours, she was greeted by a familiar, moon-pale face.

"What took your sleep this time, darling?" Astarion asked, moving to sit beside her.

"I... I was thinking about my brother, wondering how he is now. I don’t want him to suffer because of me."

Astarion frowned.

"From the little you’ve told me, you two have been through a lot so far. I think he can handle a little more."

Calamity turned to meet Astarion’s gaze, annoyed to hear these words.

“It’s amazing how you can be an insufferable piece of shit sometimes." Astarion stared at her perplexed and annoyed at hearing these words.

“Excuse me? Did you hear what you just said?" He asked unbelief at her sudden attitude, Calamity had never acted so hostile to anyone in the group... especially him.

"What? I can’t just say how much of an asshole you are to say that?!” Her voice rose in pitch and volume, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “If I told you that because you’ve put up with it for 200 years then you can take a little more, how would you feel? Don’t... Don’t say that again please." Calamity spoke at last, hugging her knees as she curled into the fetal position.

Astarion felt… well, he felt like an asshole–he’d taken ten steps back with this blunder, and though Calamity was being such a promising target, now it seemed he’d put everything to waste.

"I’m sorry, I’m not used to comforting others with words." he admitted shamefully, only hoping she would answer him.

"I got it." Calamity replied sarcastically, her voice still tinged with anger. "Sorry... I know I’m not okay, right now…, I was rude to Shadowheart too, earlier."

"Oh yes, we saw how you just stood up and walked away while Shadowheart watched... I imagine she’s the one that brought up this delicate matter that is taking your sleep." Calamity nodded, and Astarion snorted. "I don’t know how that feels, having someone to worry about and obviously I don’t know what to say to comfort you. I actually don’t know what words will make you feel better..." He stopped talking when he saw her eyes, glistening with tears. "Oh no, no, no! Please, do not cry!"

Calamity started crying like a child, gods, why the hell did he have to do that?!

"Hey! Stop crying! You’re not a kid anymore." Astarion stammered nervously, as he just couldn’t handle tears. Anger, sure, rage was fine, even–but not this.

"Idiot! Do you think I want to cry?! I... I... Just..." Calamity gasped between sobs and tears. "I can’t control this!"

"And what do I do?!" he asked, distressed.

"Could you hold me?" she asked. " I... I just need this."

Astarion just hugged her. Did it upset him, this feeling of helplessness, the feeling of Calamity, warm in his arms as tears streamed down her cheeks? Why was it making him angry, just to see her cry and not be able to help?

As the minutes passed, Astarion moved to gently run his fingers through Calamity’s tousled hair, listening with relief as her breathing eased, her heartbeat slowed, and her tears fell fewer and farther between.

"Caly..."

Calamity turned, hiccuping in surprise at the use of her nickname.

"I know that just saying don’t worry won’t do any good, but please… don’t worry. We’ll fix it,” Astarion soothed, “you’ll find your brother soon and all this will pass so... don’t cry." Astarion looked into her eyes, still moist and slightly reddened by crying. Her expression now calm and that look... for some reason, to him, was inviting.

Maybe he took advantage of the moment, but Astarion chose to kiss her. Calamity tensed slightly, but then relaxed into his embrace, letting his lips meld against hers.

For the first time, Calamity realized it could be pleasant to be kissed by someone.

The next day, Calamity was feeling a little better, but something was bothering her.

A strange feeling, a familiar feeling, something messed up, in a way. Calamity was trying to focus on the plans, but try as she might, she couldn’t, her thoughts were disorganized and disconnected... That wasn’t good.

To her companions, it was clear that something was bothering her.

"Maybe you should stop for a while." Gale suggested, seeing how frustrated she looked.

"Yeah, maybe... I’m just sorry, I don’t know what’s bothering me." She massaged her temples, sighing with frustration.

"Looking at nothing won’t help you figure it out." Astarion said, putting his hands on her shoulders. " As far as I’m concerned, getting lost in your thoughts isn’t going to solve your problems."

Calamity looked up to face Astarion’s red eyes…she felt a little embarrassed, and her cheeks reflected a similar crimson shade.

"You don’t have to tell me the obvious, I just wanted to do something productive." she retorted, snorting.

"Well, darling,” Astarion chided, “sitting there is not a productive thing."

Calamity frowned, but she agreed, albeit silently.

"Great, now get up from there,” Astarion continued, “and let’s get out of this camp and start the day. Make no mistake darling, I worry about my well-being that will be threatened if you continue with your head off in another world."

"Astarion, be more sincere, or she’ll be mad at you." Gale stated, and the vampire looked at him angrily.

"Nobody asked you anything, Gale!"

Calamity laughed, moving to stand up as she glanced between the two men.

"Right, right. Let’s go." Calamity chuckled, and then she left with the group for another day.

All along the way the same feeling was still there bothering her. This restlessness refused to calm down, and she felt this growing anxiety in her chest. As she walked this familiar feeling increased... Wait... would it be possible? She was already running before she realized it, her body was instinctively following this impulse, this call.

"HEY! CALAMITY, WAIT!" Astarion screamed, running after her along with Shadowheart and Gale.

Calamity ran, following the feeling, the connection in her heart without looking the way or where she was going, and then she saw him.

"Carnifex...?"

A moment passed, and Calamity jumped towards him and Carnifex moved to hold her immediately, hugging her tightly and even lifting her off the ground a bit, though Calamity couldn’t have minded if she had tried.

"It’s you! It’s really you!" Calamity hugged him tightly, though her arms relaxed slightly after a few seconds–she didn’t want to choke him, but gods she wouldn’t let go of her brother, of him, not this time.

"I can’t believe I found you..." Carnifex’s voice was low, gentle, but warm, like a hearth-fire, like home.

The emptiness they felt was finally filled, their special bond... Thanks be to the gods that the tadpole hadn’t suppressed it. Calamity was grateful, finally, something good in the middle of all this chaos.

While the reunion took place, the rest of the party finally caught up and saw the scene, of course they were confused–mainly Astarion. Seeing her in someone else’s arms with such affection caused the vampire’s temper to flare with jealousy!

"Could you explain to us why you ran out to throw yourself into the arms of another?" Astarion asked, his sarcastic and unfriendly tone apparent to the currently-beaming Calamity.

Calamity turned to face them, but Carnifex prevented her from letting go–she didn’t want to anyways. He turned his gaze to the group... not a terribly pleasant gaze, especially in Astarion’s opinion.

"WAIT!" Calamity exclaimed. " They’re my friends…”

Gale and Shadowheart were apprehensive, but Astarion was ready to pick a fight.

"Are you sure? I did not like the attitude of that bastard elf." Carnifex replied, keeping her cold and hostile gaze on Astarion.

"I’ll gut you, you arrogant piece of shit!" Astarion was clearly ready to draw his daggers, but Calamity intervened, breaking free of her brother’s grasp by punching him in the collarbone.

"I SAID, THERE WAS NO NEED TO BE HOSTILE!" Calamity spat out, watching as her brother clasped a hand over his chest.

"Ouch… That hurt!" he complained.

"That was... unexpected." Shadowheart whispered to Gale, watching as the perplexing situation unfolded.

"When we thought this couldn’t get any weirder..." he whispered.

Carnifex finally took off the hood and mask he was wearing, finally revealing his face to the group, who stared at him with even more surprise.

"I’m Caly’s brother." He finally declared. " So stop complaining about me holding her, because I’m her brother, okay?"

"Oh, gods..." Shadowheart muttered, seeing how handsome he was.

"WHAT?! Is anyone else not suspicious of him showing up out of the blue?!" Astarion protested, maintaining hostile eye contact with Carnifex.

"One thing at a time, Astarion." Gale tried to appease the vampire. "Let them have their moment..." The wizard approached Astarion to whisper something to him. "And are you sure you want to pick a fair fight with her brother?" Astarion snorted and crossed his arms in response, clearly annoyed.

Carnifex finally put Calamity down - against his will - and turned to face the group properly.

"My name is Carnifex, and how I got here is a long story… but I will explain everything..."

Astarion interrupted him.

"But before that, why do you smell so strongly of blood?"

Calamity stared at Astarion, perplexed, and then turned her attention to her brother. Touching his back gingerly, she felt warmth, and pulled her hand back quickly, slick with blood.

"BY THE GODS, CARNIFEX!" she gasped. " How did it happen?!" She asked, but her expression changed as soon as they looked into each other’s eyes.

She knew.

As soon as she looked into his eyes the answer became clear, and her eyes clouded in grief.

"It’s not your fault..." Carnifex consoled, smiling softly at her.

"Let’s go to camp!" Shadowheart interjected, taking the liberty of helping her friend to support her injured brother.

When they returned to the camp the others faced the situation, all suspicious and confused by the new addition.

"This is my twin brother, Carnifex." She introduced him.

Everyone was... very surprised, to say the least.

"Hi..." was all Carnifex said.

"WOOOOOOOW!! IT LOOKS LIKE I’M SEEING A MALE VERSION OF CALY!!" Karlach was the first to say something–well, nearly shout something in excitement. "Wait... is he hurt?" she asked, worried by seeing him being helped by Calamity and Shadowheart.

"Yes." Calamity responded, helping her brother sit near her tent.

"Caly... could you step aside?" Carnifex asked his sister who stared at him with a look of grief and worry.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes." He replied, and Calamity just agreed to the request.

"I’ll get water..." she murmured before she walked away.

Shadowheart helped Carnifex lift his clothes to see the wounds on his back.

"By the gods..." she muttered as she saw his back.

Carnifex’s back had old scars mixed with recent deep cuts, the lines were perfectly drawn forming a spider web. A web drawn minutely on his flesh, the wounds did not seem to have been treated properly... they opened as he moved and winced.

"You shouldn’t even be standing!" Shadowheart spoke in shock, horrified at how severe his wounds were." You lost a lot of blood, and yet..." She was silent, when she saw Calamity standing there in front of the entrance of the probe with a vessel of water in his hands. "Caly..."

Calamity’s eyes had a deep guilt reflected, she could feel nothing but remorse.

"I knew I would need water to clean the wounds..." Calamity trailed off.

Shadowheart understood everything, his wounds were not treated because the person who did it was Calamity and she was no longer around to do it.

"I know you don’t want me to see what they did to you this time, Carnifex, but I don’t want to walk away... understand my selfishness,” Calamity murmured, “please." She forced a smile, setting the water vessel on the ground before she moved to sit beside him.

"Silly... I know you’re worried, but just this time I wanted to spare you. I know how much you suffer..." Carnifex replied, moving to hold his sister’s hand.

"We’ve been doing this for years, Carn,” Calamity said softly, “trying to save each other from suffering... now, we don’t have to do this anymore." She squeezed his hand gently. "Then let me take care of you."

"This time you won’t have to wait long to be fully recovered… one night and you’ll be brand new." Shadowheart stated to ease the tension between them.

"This time we have you to give him a little help... thank you, Shart." Calamity smiled and thanked her friend.

"No need to thank me, now, your brother is one of us, and we need each other."

Carnifex turned his gaze to the cleric, he seemed still to be suspicious, but at the same time was grateful.

"We’re gonna need a few more towels and bandages, the cuts have opened up as he’s moved, and if we don’t take care of him properly this time, he could get infected." Shadowheart warned, and Calamity nodded in agreement

"That’s if you’re not already infected, and your stubborn ass is just playing tough." Calamity put her hand on her brother’s forehead to check his temperature. "Damn... you’re a little hot, I should have known." Calamity tidied up the sleeping bag quickly and helped her brother to lie face down.

"I’ll get the missing things, I’ll be right back." Shadowheart said, leaving the two swiftly.

Calamity took the clean towels she had brought and dipped one of them in the water, beginning to carefully wipe Carnifex’s sore and bloody back. He winced, groaning sometimes because of the pain and whenever he did, she was even more careful with how she passed the moist tissue on his skin. Though the familiar action of tending Carnifex’s wounds brought comfort at his closeness, but every bloodied cloth Calamity used left her with anger, despair, and hatred as the pile of reddened linens grew.

Meanwhile, the group was talking to each other about Carnifex, when they saw Shadowheart passing them.

"Hey, how is he?" Karlach asked.

"Well, apart from the carnage, infection, reopened wounds, and the blood loss, he’s fine." She responded with an ironic tone, but her expression was serious.

"It kind of matches his name." Astarion mocked, and got a frowning look from the group in response. " What? It was just a little joke."

"I doubt Caly would find it funny if she heard you, Astarion." Gale scolded him. "And by the look of Shadowheart’s face, it doesn’t seem frivolous to make a joke… I feel sorry for her, she looked radiant when she found him, but it hardly lasted, unfortunately."

Astarion rolled his eyes in response, he remembered last night and how emotional she was... all because of him. It was almost a mockery of fate, he said they would soon find her brother just to calm her down and the next day that he is! Whether it was manifestation or destiny, it was almost boring.

Well that’s it! Thank you for reading the fourth chapter.

@spacebarbarianweird @spacesquidlings @vixstarria @thechaoticdruid @xxfaithlynxx

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mugzymiik · 4 months

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my tpc headcanons bc why not :D

SOME CHARS I DONT HAVE TOO MANY FOR (IF I HAVE ANY FOR THEM AT ALL) :sob::sob::sob:

[last updated: may 14, 2024]

main chars:

caretakers:

Cube:

trans FtM

he and Lythorus have absolutely been down bad for each other in the past but they never brought it up at all (until really recently now they kis!!!! they kiss!!!!! they kissy k)

REALLY likes cats

has a pretty good tolerance to the cold. all cubes do (in my headcanons anyway) but his is especially great

used to have really bad control over his strength (he and Lythorus HAVE had a pillow fight in the way past and Lyth got smacked into the wall on complete accident)

back when he and Lythorus started dating he tried to rest his head on top of Lythorus's as a way of affection and he proceeded to get stabbed by the spike

Iris:

has a really deep voice. but at the same time he somehow also sounds like a really tired teenager who works retail

Pentellow:

has a british accent

also knows a frightening amount of very unsettling fun facts

shes the tallest out of the non-monster caretakers (so herself, Iris and Cube). why? fuck you. fuck you is why /HEVJ/VSILLY

Pyrare:

he "talks with his hands" >:] i stole this hc from a friend btw/hj/lhj (hi Tea /silly)

he and Ketches are close friends i also stole this hc :3

heroes:

Cyan:

likes to follow people around!!! and also doesnt like being left alone for long periods of time

Orange:

eepy lil guy :D

Tsavorite and him are each other's impulse control. ofc its mostly Orange whos keeping Tsavorite from walking straight into a landmine (/j ofc) but they keep each other out of trouble (most of the time at least)

if bored enough but not eepy enough to take a nap or smth he CAN AND WILL end up somewhere thatll have everyone wondering "HOW DID HE GET THERE-"

Tsavorite:

genderfluid and uses any pronouns. :3c he? yes! they? yes! she? yes! literally any neopronoun(s)? HELL YEAH!!!

also has a british accent

constantly compares Orange to an actual orange (teasingly ofc)

very alert, but "backwards". like. he'll be able to notice a cool beetle from 5 feet away but wouldnt be able to tell you where Orange headed off to despite being right next to him just a few seconds ago

shows affection thru hugs and pokes. basically just. physical touch

adding onto the last one!!! if he cant be physically affectionate they will just give random ass gifts :D

knows a lot abt physical weapons to the point where its honestly a littol unnerving because hOW DOES HE KNOW ABT ALL THIS-

the shortest out of all the Heroes once theyre all matured. and theyre so pissed abt it to this day /silly

actually really likes horror elements in media

can hold intense eye contact for extended periods of time without blinking (and has intimidated multiple people with it on complete accident)

can and will fistfight someone over chicken nuggets btw

HATES the snow. and all the other Heroes tease them (/aff) abt it ever since they all found out bc "we thought you loved EVERYTHING"

owns a shitton of pins i dont take criticism on this one sorry /vlh

does NOT care for formalities. like. at all. like say if he met a "King Guy" he wouldnt say "King Guy" hed just say "Guy"

Gold:

knows Spanish and PSL (Paradisian Sign Language). this is a hill i will die on/j

has bit Tsavorite multiple times for holding him BUT Tsav didnt really care so he eventually just got used to it and now theyre besties :)

tall. tall fuck. everyones confused asf bc hes not physically related to Pyrare so he couldnt get those kinda """genes""" but hes still REALLY fuckin tall (when matured ofc)

does NOT like water AT ALL (self-projection beam GO/j)

VERY SNAKE-LIKE!!! he can hiss. he has fangs. and hes more sensitive to chilly weather and the cold than most other shapes

despite his sensitivity to cold weather he does love snow

whenever hes nervous and/or anxious he just starts singing random songs but in a purposely bad way (haha what do uou Mean im self projecting um)

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Cyanide:

has multiple songs pirated on herself. i do not take criticism/j

tall for an unmatured hero :3c

gets attached to people very very easily, but mostly people who show her even just an ounce of kindness :(

whenever she's trying to "hide something", she uses very detailed language,,for example, if she did something like sneaking out or smth she'd say "greetings" instead of just "hi" or "hello"

"lags" more whenever its hot out

being ANYWHERE around her at ANY point in time is a BIG fuckin risk because she can play Never Gonna Give You Up/Whistle/that stickbug gif on herself on command /SILLY

groups:

chipzel:

Purpex:

i dont have any for her as of rn D:

Marcle:

really likes chicken nuggets. its really random but she LOVES chicken nuggets

Squadril:

is CONSTANTLY called short by Purpex and Marcle + everybody in all the other groups (teasingly ofc)

bossfight:

Cintagon:

Round <3

is absolutely dating Circumsphere

bisexual and also polyamorous :D if he was given the choice between getting his dead wife back or staying with Circumsphere he would choose both with ZERO hesitation

Circumsphere:

i dont have any rn :[

danimal cannon:

Quintagon:

very strong for a pentagon (once when she n Hexagram were younger she hit him and he had a big ass bruise for a few days)

Hexagram:

has a very bad obsession with vikings, which is why his corrupt form has a "viking"-ish look

Polyhedron:

i got none rn :<

big giant circles:

Circumuscle:

doesnt swear very often so when he does its a shock to everyone/lhj

a big softie! to those he deeply cares abt tho

he has to be gentle whenever he hugs someone bc hes gonna break someones back someday if he isnt/lhj

Rincle:

IS THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF CIRCUMUSCLE SWEARING-WISE if she is given a single chance to say Fuck she WILL absolutely take it with zero hesitation at all/lhj

Spheer:

they and Circumuscle have an "older brother + younger sibling" dynamic

has a british accent as well

Cirtunda:

i dont got any for her either D:

other:

Lythorus:

very distractible

also said in Cube's section; he and Cube were absolutely down bad for each other in the past but never actually acknowledged it (untill recently now they smooch)

aquatic flower (explained further in the world-wise "shape related" section)

has a VERY bad fear of insects

hes 6ft. and he and Cube have a running joke with this using his name as a measurement. something's exactly 12ft tall? its 2 Lythoruses tall actually/j/lhj

Heli:

nonbinary!!! and uses he/she/they pronouns :D

he and Ketches r like,,partners. take that in any way possible

has the ability to form a body beneath her, buuuut she prefers to fly

a sweetheart through and through. but when/if they do decide to get silly and start teasing people sometimes he accidentally takes it way too far

Ketches:

absolutely has a "pirate" accent r u kidding me/lhj

also has the ability to form a body like Heli

is an uncle figure to Gold

can honk. not like a duck i mean like a boat. "WOOAOAOAOAORRRR" <- that kinda honk

corrupts:

Dub:

he can purr. i dont take criticism sorry/hj/lhj

he and Barracuda were gay as FUCK i will DIE on this hill istg/lhj

took guitar classes before he and Cuda went pinksauced

left a seat in the tower's "main room" just in memory of Barracuda. little does he actually know--/lhj

Barracuda:

is actually a ghost rn!! after Dub escaped from the seal he just roams around the tower and also occasionally chills next to Dub (even if Dub cant see him at all + has no idea he's even there)

Cubic:

bitch

he and Lycanthropy have BEEF for some godforesaken reason

Cube HAS tried to stick up to him once in the dreamscape(??? is that whats its called???) but Cubic IMMEDIATELY shot him down using a threat against Cyan

Ajaceare:

idk rn D:

George:

his spikes are different from other flowers'; most flower's spikes are pretty sharp, but his never sharpened from childhood, and thus are a little "dull-ended"

Hexacrigon:

idk for her either rn

Cintagram:

manipulative as FUCK. the only person he hasnt ever lied to is Circumcannon

speaking of which. he and Circumcannon still kiss/lhj

Circumcannon:

no ideas,,again😭😭😭

Hexadic:

same as all the others

Lycanthropy:

the only thing keeping he and Cubic from fistfighting each other every time they see each other is that they both know that 1) Dub WILL somehow find out and WILL get their asses and 2) Cubic is strong enough to actually kill Lycanthropy if they fight too hard. and Cubic doesnt wanna fling himself into boiling hot water (not literally ofc) + Lycanthropy doesnt wanna die to THIS bitch's hand

a lot of the other corrupted flowers see him as a "general"/"commander" due to Lythorus being leader of the (uncorrupted at least) flowers

should NOT be trusted with any kind of powertools ever

he can go fuckin insane on the drums

Circubit:

pretty close friends with Macabre

would absolutely dj in his spare time

world-wise hcs:

shape related:

spheres are the speediest out of all the shapes

cubes have a natural resistance to the cold

some flowers have the ability to live entirely underwater, its kinda like a "subtype" for them; theyre often referred to as "aquatic flowers"

flowers have fangs :3c chompers even!!!

spheres are the most likely out of any other shape "species" to be able to grow hair

flowers are naturally tall as shit!!!

flowers' spikes arent as "sharp" when theyre young- they "sharpen up" quite a bit as they get older, though

adding onto the last one, aquatic flowers' spikes are a little more on the duller side

other/unrelated to anything else:

some shapes dont have a "combat ability"

all of the group members of a certain area have meetups sometimes, and occasionally ALL of the groups meet up as a whole (pretty rare considering the size of Paradise, but it still happens at times!)

all the heroes have an odd obsession with going in and out of windows instead of doors. there could be an open door right next to a window and any one of them would still open the window and go right out of it

#the pink corruption #pink corruption #tpc #im leaving the ones i dont have any for “blank” for rn #sorry D:#THE “LYTHORUS MEASUREMENT” ONE IS ACTUALLY AN INSIDE JOKE but its ok its still funny anyway #im surprised i dont have that many for Dub tbh #ive also just come to the realization that i have a lotta flower hcs in the “shape related” world-wise section #its kinda like im inspecting them under a microscope or something/J

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hypocriticalspicewrites · 6 months

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Kinks that the boys have… lncluding Chrysta…

Sometimes I see ur asks in my box and have to double take to realize they're coming from you 😭😭 it's such a surprise (a very welcome one of 😌) cause I just imagine it's coming out of the mouth of this big eyed cute faced littol elf looking at me like this :🥺 AHA

ALRIGHT THEN 👏 let's get down to the nitty gritty shall we? 😈

David has a corruption kink. He gets all hot and bothered at the idea of turning Chrysta into a vampire- especially if it were him to do it or if she were to drink his blood. It doesn't help thay she practically eggs him on when she finds out their vamps, and seems to always leave her neck visible or more exposed whenever he kisses her or of he's back from feeding and still itching for something..

Dwayne has a breeding kink- [Gee I wonder if anyone else in this Fandom has the headcanon]. The minute this man sees a baby on the boardwalk smile at him it's over. 🙏 The thought of making Chrysta his baby mama is probably on his mind 24/7 seven days a week.

He has some of the most often, and WORSE baby fever imaginable, and it makes it worse when Chrysta is spending time or taking care of Laddie or even helping any lost children on the boardwalk. It takes everything in him not to put a baby in this woman I SWEA-

The one time she was watching her baby niece for a while... Oh it was over for this man the second she had come to see them with a little chubby baby on her hip, giving the biggest grin to him before shying away into her shoulder.

Chrysta wasn't able to get him off of her the next night

Marko’s is... Kind of hard to explain...

He likes playful fighting/wrestling, not really sure what this would be labeled as, but there's something about tussling on the floor while trying to rip each other off one another awakes something in him. 👁👁

No- it's not anything creepy like that. It's all consensual and he always asks or makes sure with his girl if it's okay. It's also kind of just like-a challenge for one another to see who can win or not, and Chrysta is probably giggling the entire time as she tries to squirm away or beat him. [She never does. And never will.🫡]

Paul's got a thing for... Uh... Some real big displays of public affection if ykwim. 👀 He can't help the feeling or thrill or chance of being caught- even if he makes sure it's somewhere where the chance is rare, he doesn't mind the anxious feeling of looking behind him every once and a while.

This man will even be in the middle of the act with Chrysta and will hear one of the guys ask him for something... This mf with DEADASS walk out casually to answer or ask what they need him for while holding Chrysta. He's got no shame, and he's willing to show the world that.

And finally, our girl Chrysta. Chrysta has a sort of 'cat and mouse' kink, meaning she likes a little chase or hide-n-seek before giving into any of her boys. Even since the day she met them she was running around avoiding them to see if they'd follow along- the thrill and anticipation are just wayyy too enticing for her to turn the offer down!

So there's a lot of nights where she's running around the cave trying avoid one or four very riled up Vampires. 🤭🦇🍒

#🍒cherrys spice cabinet🔥#🍒daily dose of cherry🍒#the way I had to take a break and BREATH 😭#Fr held my head in my hands AHA #self insert #self ship #self shipping community #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #lost boys #tlb #tlb x oc #fruitbats🦇🍒#the lost girls au #tlb oc

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sorrowfulrosebud · 2 years

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Is one of the pups mamas boy? Who likes to follow her and spend time with her? :3 (i love the youngest. So cute)

EEEEE MORE PUPPY ASKS

Content: mama’s pups

Genre: tooth rotting fluff, bb you’ll need a dentist

They all love the bones off of their mama, that is one fact that can never EVER be disputed. Howeverrrr, if it came to sitting at home with you to cuddle or go out to howl at the full moon, Aika, Akira and Kokoro (the eldest pups) would guiltily creep away with their papa.

It’s not like they don’t love cuddle time, they just also like acting like their daddy and being big scary wolves (even though the little shits are all terrified of butterflies 💀). So that almost always leaves little Keiko to snuggle up to you as you get on with some household chores.

NO BUT IMAGINE HIM IN ONE OF THOSE LITTLE SWADDLES 😭 he’s wrapped up comfortably against your hip as you dodge about your pups’ toys, making him giggle when you hop about the living room. You always sneak little kisses on his chubby little cheeks and his smile never goes away when he’s pressed up against his mama <3333

Keiko tries so hard to help you with chores but he’s just so littol 😢 desperate huffs and puffs as he tries to carry big lumps of wood that his papa already cut with the axe but they’re nearly the size of him so he struggles a lot 😭.

He gets so sad when he can’t help his mama, soft little ears flat against his head as tears prick his eyes and little whimpers fill the room. You have to pick him up again and blow raspberries into his pudgy tummy to make him giggle again (and maybe promise to make his favourite meal to make sure he stays happy the entire evening).

You love all of your children to death, but Keiko will always be the one you keep a close eye out for; he’s so desperate to please you that he almost always falls for Kokoro’s mean tricks and it often involves him getting upset :( he just loves his mama so much.

Akira tries to be like his daddy but he also gets upset and tired pretty easily too, so sometimes you’ll see a tiny moping mess follow you around until you pick him up and give him more kisses to make him feel better.

(My oc has black hair and green eyes so I imagine Keiko as Kazuma from Gakuen Babysitters, and Akira like a young Kirishima with the black hair and red eyes).

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #hybrid bnha #hybrid bnha x reader #bakugou #papa wolf katsuki #he loves his pups so much sobs #mama’s boys

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house-of-daena · 8 months

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nonsense abyss genitals. flussy oozing sparkly slick call that glittoris or something idk. i always hc the abyss as having monsters that are "really weird" compared to the surface (for presumably obvious reasons) so like. i always envision everything as hermaphroditic & genetics are bullshit so all of it crossbreeds to make continually more horrifying abominations. looks like an h.p. lovecraft setting down there & i sure will be "crafting" some love

anyways. you have to figure out tartagalicious' genitals because not even HE knows what's going on down there (he has never actually checked either) but ohhh boy. if you can beat him in FL (as in the location /j) the Abyssal Monkey Brain's gonna be like "oh, a stronger being who won't immediately kill you AND has expressed the desire to do fuck you before? You need to breed with it Right Now"

i always envisioned him having, like, a weird tentacleussy (which tends to default to Penis Mode because tart is AMAB and identifies as such) hidden beneath a slit at his crotch which tends to be covered by plating for safety & murder reasons. but strip all of that away and you have some vaguely familiar stuff to work w (there's a hole that likes having things in it & the tentacles in there also like being touched). once you figure out what does what and where what likes going then it's remarkably easy to get tart going in FL because there's a LOT of fucking for a being of the abyss to do (its nature as a devouring force of greed & such + the hazardous environs making it important to have lots of babies as often as possible for maximum likelihood of passing on genes). + your own personal efforts to contribute to the tartaglia sluttification arc of course

& like. everything in the Abyss tends to gradually change shape over time to adapt to stressors & the environment & such so if you fuck his ass a couple of times then his body WILL start self-lubricating & requiring less & less prep. which ALSO means stains in his underwear because he GUSHES if you turn him on too much :( in FL he also tastes like. a taste that you can't really describe but it's definitely there. something about it reminds you of stars and a yawning, yawning void but don't think about it too hard

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BY THE GODS I HAD TO PAUSE MULTIPLE TIMES BC THE WAY YOU WORDED SOME OF THESE WAS SO HILARIOUS 😭😭😭

i like totally agree with 100% of what u said. like not even kidding. i bet childe is soooo hesitant on letting u fuck him in his FL form bc. shit. what if he loses control and FL hurts u bc you r not well versed with his body as he was.

imagine his pussy having constellations on it 😭😭 "babe is that the big dipper??" no bc grrr his labia has ridges on it... omg his insides feels like churning when u fuck him. his hole feels like it has. tiny tentacle like feel that wraps around u n making it hard to pull out. like! idk 😭

u mentioned the survival thing in the abyss so everytime u fuck him it's like he's on heat 🤭 ur balls r gonna be drained dry and it's ur fault for wanting to fuck the monster HAHAHA full on breed him n full him up with littol monsters in his tummy

ALSO AAAAA his body adapting to ur horny ass omg 😭😭 i can jus imagine how easy to turn him on after you've fucked him so many times... just a hand on his thigh? the seat where he sat would be SOAKES immediately right after and he's purring and whining n tuggin on ur arm like sir. we r outside but i like ur thinking 😊

hc his pussy moved like a mouth so it feels like it's sucking u while u fuck hehe..

#» asmo talks #» 🐺 anon #yk what #ily wolf 🐺 anon #youre a monsterfucker through and through #thinking about writing tentaculussy #actually i read smut of. vash from trigun smut and it reminds me so much of #everytninh u mentioned here and it makes me wanna.#yk #if u fell kn the abyss ur dick will not be safe just sayin #okay maybe thats what youd like now i think about it

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Restoration (Chapter 7)

I was in a fluffy mood this time. So, enjoy some with Angela because she’s just a littol baby plus Nathan and Ryker acting like responsible parents.

Word Count: 5.2k

CW: None! (I think)

7-Nathan

It’s been a chaotic week. Well, at least for me. I don’t know about anyone else. But it’s the end of the week again. Yesterday’s counseling was fine. We had mostly talked about how things between Ryker and I were. They were… awkward. To me. He always looks like he wants to talk to me about something, but never says anything to me besides “Hi,” and, “Hey,” when we’re at lunch and last period. Otherwise, I just kind of sit there trying to ignore the bad thoughts in the back of my mind. It never works.

It was a cloudy day, sort of smelling like it was going to rain as soon as I stepped outside. The bus ride to school was just as loud as usual. When I walked into the halls, they were crowded just as always. So why did I feel like something was off? Oh well. When has something ever worked out in my favor anyways? Nothing new to me.

Classes were the same. The rain had started, but only lasted for about an hour before the clouds were clearing up. Everything so far had been the same. I don’t know why I was so on edge, but I was always like that.

Lunch was just as loud and crowded as always. But somehow, Lucky had always found me before I found him. Of course scaring me before he revealed that he was behind me the entire time. I was never going to get used to that, but it was a nice feeling for some weird reason.

“Hey!” He greeted me, showing off a big smile as always while he guided me through the mass horde of people. I just did a tiny wave back. I’ve felt a little bit better since those counseling lessons had started, but I haven’t really felt the same either. Actually, Mr. Smith says that he might recommend me taking some medications, which I didn’t even know counsellors could do that but he says he’s licensed and able to do so. I wasn’t entirely too excited to see how many medications he’ll have me take.

As the table we usually sit at came into view, I noticed that Ryker wasn’t even there. Instead, Dylan was sitting across from where Ryker usually sits, on his phone and biting right into an apple. I stood in place. I’ve only really met him once, and even then we had never talked. Just that Friday two weeks ago. It wasn’t really that bad, but I just don’t what to expect when being around him. Dylan loves teasing with Lucky, and I already know I could never handle anything like that. What if he tries anything with me? Where was Ryker anyways? Wait… just breathe. Don’t want to have a panic attack.

“Right… Ryker is taking care of Angel and Isabelle. They’re both sick.” Lucky had explained, answering one of my questions. The other being why Dylan was here in the first place. He had never sat here this entire week. Nor any of the weeks before. So why now? I wasn’t going to get an answer.

Lucky stayed beside me when the elevator gate had opened. We walked out, I surprisingly didn’t stumble like I always do, and I was now in full sight. That didn’t sit right with me. At all.

Dylan placed his phone on the table, smiling when he caught sight of Lucky and I. I took a few steps back. Everything will be alright. Everything will be alright. Everything will be-

“Oh hey! It’s Nathan right? I’m Dylan, I’m sure you know that though.” He laughed before stretching out his finger and thumb like he was about to give a handshake… Oh wait. It was a handshake. Or a makeshift one at least.

I looked over to Lucky, hoping he would give some sort of hint to Dylan. Instead, he just gave a nervous smile and held his hand slightly out to me. He was giving the hint to me. I mean, it’s like like I haven’t done this before. Just one other time with Mrs. Kay. It’s just… kids are different. I learned that the hard way. I’m not trying to say Dylan would be like that though! It’s just not out of the question. From what I’ve seen, Lucky hasn’t been hurt. Yet. But I have no idea how long he’s lived there.

Taking deep breaths, I extended a shaky hand. I watched my hand disappear under the surprisingly soft grip, nearly wincing as I had expected to hear a loud pop! Noise only to find out that my wrist or some other part of my hand was broken. That fear didn’t last long though. Dylan let go, my hand still fully intact with the rest of my arm. I shuddered at the thought of having another broken hand. That was not fun.

Lucky was facing me with a wide smile with two thumbs up. I felt accomplished, but at the same time I mentally kicked myself for ever thinking that one of Ryker’s siblings would have purposely hurt anyone. Even if they haven’t really met me.

Dylan chuckled, taking another bite out of his apple then throwing it away in the trash can by the wall. I sucked in a shaky breath, wondering what I was even doing here. I just thought that Lucky would be sad if I didn’t come, but now that I think about it, he knows that I’m afraid of giants. Is this his way of helping me?

“You’re quiet,” Dylan tilted his head in confusion, “Shy?” I bit the side of my cheek, blinking a couple of times before nodding my head. He must think I’m crazy. Absolutely crazy. There was no doubt about that.

Dylan just flashed a soft smile before talking to Lucky. I sat down where I usually did. Just a little closer to Lucky since he was laughing and having the time of his life with Dylan. Who was the older one? I couldn’t tell. They were obviously really close though. I wasn’t entirely paying attention to their conversation, just some bits and pieces. Who has the answers for their algebra homework. Lucky complaining about making something for dinner.

My phone went off while I was reading a book the school librarian recommended to me. During those two weeks the librarian always asked me why I stayed in the library. I just explained that I had nowhere better to be. Ever since then we’ve talked more and more. She says she’s read almost every book in this library since rarely anyone ever goes in there unless they needed to print something or watch a movie while playing board games in their free period. Otherwise, she had always recommended me books to read and she’d always have the mini pretzel bags while I helped her place books back on the shelves. It kind of felt peaceful.

Checking my phone, I read a text message from my mom.

Mom: Work called me in. I won’t be home until around nine in the morning

Mom: Will you be fine on your own for the night?

Me: yeah

I would not. Just something about a quiet house without hearing the sounds of the tv playing an episode of The Golden Girls while my mom lay asleep on the couch? I honestly didn’t like the idea of being alone at night. It freaked me out. Is it stupid that I was afraid of the dark? Yes. Do I care? A little. Okay, a lot. But it’s not like I can help it. I’m so used to knowing that someone was in the house with me. Oh well. There’s a first time for everything. Plus, It’s embarrassing for someone to find out that I was afraid of the dark. Doesn’t really come as that big of a surprise coming from someone like me though.

Mom: Okay

Mom: I love you I’ll call you when I can

I sighed, standing up and seeing that the bell was about to ring. I checked my phone for any other nonexistent messages, but I wasn’t able to get a good look before Lucky snatched up my phone and started typing something. Panic rose in me, thinking he was texting my mom. Now that would be awkward for me to explain to her. I tried stealing a couple looks, even reaching for my phone, but it was useless given the fact that Lucky was practically an entire head taller than me.

“Andddd here you go.” Lucky handed me my phone back, a smirk on his face. I gave a questioning look before seeing that he added a new number. Ryker’s number. What? Why would he give me this? I already I annoy him enough at school, I’m not going to do that outside of school. It’d be wrong. Plus, he’s watching his younger siblings, I don’t want to bother him.

The worst part about this was that Lucky had already taken the time to text him. Saying that this was Nathan. Aka me. Panic took over my mind. I wasn’t really mad at Lucky per se, more a little sad because he didn’t ask me first. I don’t think I could be mad at someone even if I tried. Still, I wish that he hadn’t texted him for me. I would have preferred not having his number at all if I’m being honest. Not because I don’t like him as a friend though!

I looked over to Lucky with a nervous look on my face. He just laughed, “You’ll thank me later.”

“Gave him Ry’s number?” Dylan held back a laugh behind his smirk. He stood up and held his palm out, waiting for Lucky to climb on. Was this some kind of plan of theirs? What if I didn’t want his number? I can’t exactly get rid of it since he already texted him… But maybe this could be a good thing? No. I don’t think so. Never mind.

“Anyways, if you’re not too mad at me, we should probably get going.” Lucky pointed towards Dylan, and with seemingly no effort, climbed onto his hand, waiting to help me up. I was not expecting this in the slightest. Wait, no, he won’t do anything while Lucky’s with him, would he? It wouldn’t make any sense at all. I mean, they are brothers, right?

After a couple seconds of going over the pros and cons and all of the endless negative outcomes, I just decided that I would go. Nothing could happen while we were at school, and there was no way that Dylan would ever do anything harmful while Lucky was with him. Right? That was my way of thinking.

Lucky helped me up, flashing an excited smile. I guess his way of helping is actually working. Huh. Wasn’t expecting that.

———Ryker———

Isabelle was stuck in her bed, too weak to pull the blankets off and stand on her own two feet without falling. Meanwhile, Angela was snuggled up in my palm with her new stuffed animal she’s named Livvy. They both had a fever. A bad one at that. It’s gone down since this morning, but it was still burning hot. I couldn’t really tell with Angela since I didn’t want to make her too uncomfortable, so I had no idea how she was doing.

They both insisted on waking up and then heading back to sleep after I tucked them back in, making sure they couldn’t pull the blanket off too easily, even if they tried. How they even managed to get sick? I had no idea. But, they were the only ones who didn’t go to high school, so I kind of thought that other kids at their school were sick too.

Me? I felt fine. Well, almost fine. This morning I was worried I might have to take them to the doctor, or that I might not have any medicine to help them out. Turns out I did, and Lucky, given his name, was lucky to find some in the back of their medicine cabinet and gave some to Angela.

Now when everyone had left was a different thing. The night before they had me work later than before, so I barely had any sleep. Then, of course, I had to make Isabelle something to eat that I knew they wouldn’t throw up. Turns out it never worked in the end because she forced herself to go to the restroom and vomit, thankfully, in the toilet. Then there was Angela, who had a slightly less severe case, and I couldn’t make her anything to eat. It didn’t really seem like she was up to the task either, but still.

They’ve been sick before, just never this bad. Maybe just a little cough or a slight fever, but otherwise they’ve been fine. It’s been hard taking care of them, but I didn’t mind. Just as long as they feel better in the morning.

Isabelle was fast asleep after I gave her another small dose of medicine. She was doing a lot better now, but I was more worried about Angela. I can’t exactly give her any medicine because I don’t know if it’ll do more harm than good. So I’ve just been holding her tiny body in my palm for the entire. Mostly because she refuses to get off for some reason, and another because I wouldn’t be able to hear her if she woke up and needed something.

I was laying down in the living room, the tv on a low volume rewatching a horror movie that was supposedly supposed to be scary. So far it was not. At least to me. Angela had been stirring in her sleep, trying to find a comfortable position for a solid five minutes. I knew she was going to wake up soon anyways, so I just lightly pulled the blanket off, pressing the back of my finger into her tiny frame. She was burning up. I guess it was a good thing I pulled the blanket off of her then.

My heart fell seeing her curl up on herself looking so uncomfortable. There was nothing I could do though. School didn’t end for another hour and Angela hasn’t eaten anything since last nights dinner. Even then she didn’t eat much, saying that she didn’t feel too good. I probably should have seen this coming.

I paused the movie for a little, waiting for Angela to wake up and ask for a blanket. She stirred, turned, and I finally saw her rub her eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time today. It’s been off and on. Again, nothing I could do about it except just let her rest.

“Mmm… Ry?” She groaned, still holding her stuffed animal. I smiled softly, rubbing her back with the pad of my thumb. She slightly leaned into the touch eyes opening and closing, trying to stay awake.

“Just go back to sleep, Angel. I’m right here.” I whispered, watching her snuggle up close and point to the human-sized blanket pinched between my thumb and finger. I didn’t want to give it to her. Her fever might just get worse like that. Dylan had texted me earlier to crush up an ice cube and wrap a tiny piece for her, but that wouldn’t work.

“Aren’t you hot?” I frowned, seeing Angela shake her head and reach for the blanket in a futile attempt. I gave in, letting her wrap herself comfortably and snuggle closer to me.

After a couple minutes, she was out cold once again. Didn’t matter when she was just going to wake up in an hour again. I unpaused the movie, and glanced to my phone. I grabbed it off the charger, seeing that I had an unknown number text me and a few from Lucky saying that he may have given Nathan my number. Of course he did. He brought the idea up last night after I came home from work. I only said no because what if Nathan didn’t want it? I mean, what if he wanted nothing to do with me. I’d understand if he didn’t, but then it’d be awkward just having it.

I guess texting him wouldn’t be so bad though. As long as I don’t ruin it.

———Nathan———

Last period was another free day. But Mrs. Kay says that she has another “project” she wants to try with us. I was not at all excited, but I just had to take this class for the next eight months and then I could go an do what I wanted… what did I want to do again? Didn’t matter. Still have eight months. I’ll be fine.

As I sat at my desk aimlessly trying to pick a move to watch on my phone, there was a text. From Ryker. What did it say? Would it say not to text his number? That he doesn’t want to talk to me anymore than he already has to? That doesn’t really sound like him, actually. Why would I think that about someone? I bit the side of my cheek, opening the messages app and reading what he texted.

Ryker: Hey!

Ryker: I’m guessing Lucky gave you my number

What do I text back? I’ve never really talked to him. I don’t want to say something stupid either. I can’t leave him on read. That’d be harsh. I groaned silently to myself, typing something out and immediately deleting it. Over, and over again. What do I say though? I ended up just typing something out and hoped he would say anything about it.

Nathan: He did yeah lol

Ryker: Of course he did

He sent it along with an eye roll emoji.

Ryker: It’s a good thing though

So he does want to talk to me? I was so confused.

Nathan: Yeah

Ryker: Are things boring in last period without me?

A smile took over my face. This was actually going pretty well considering I never text anyone but my mom. Or call anyone but her. A sad, sad life, I know. But it’s the story of my life.

Nathan: Yup

Nathan: I heard your sisters were sick

Ryker: Yeah I’m pretty sure they have the flu

Nathan: Well I hope they get better :)

I’m pretty sure the conversation ended. That was short lived. Even in real life I can’t keep up a conversation for long. I either go silent or say something that ends it. Great, right? So I couldn’t even be on call until midnight because people lose interest in me fast. I’m surprised Ryker hasn’t yet.

Ryker: They’re both asleep right now

Ryker: If you wanna come over you can

Ryker: I’ll just ask Lucky to take you or something

Ryker: If you’re comfortable with it

Going over to his house again? I mean I’m okay with it. It’s just that he’d have to hang around me while also taking care of both Angela and Isabelle. But maybe I could bring them some soup to make them feel better? It would be the right thing to do. I don’t want to go over there just to create more problems. But now that I think about it… why didn’t their parents take care of them? I feel like they can’t just keep Ryker away from school to watch his siblings. Don’t get me wrong I think it’s great that he does! But… they’ve never once mentioned anything about their parents, and I just feel like they should be taking care of their own children. It’s not my place to ask them though. I’m sure I’ll figure it out eventually.

Nathan: Sure

Nathan: Is it okay if I grab something for Angela though

Nathan: Like soup or something?

There was about ten minutes until the last bell of the day rang, and I would have to find Lucky before he just walked out of the school. I have no idea where they live, and there was no way I wanted to get lost on those terrifying streets. Especially with all of the riots lately. I just hope I can go home this time.

Ryker: If you want

Ryker: I’d really appreciate it

Nathan: Will do then

I sent it with a smiley face, hoping that he wouldn’t tell me anything otherwise. I’m sure my mom would be fine with me staying over for a couple hours. I doubt that they’ll have a movie night when their two youngest were bed-ridden. Or at least I think Ryker kept Isabelle in her bed. I don’t know how he’s been taking care of Angela… Maybe I could help out? Seems like a plan.

Ryker: Tysm

Ryker: I’ll tell Lucky to wait for you by the exit

Ryker: Thank you, again

He sent a smiley face back to me. My lips twisted into a small smile

Nathan: No problem

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I was expecting for Lucky to be waiting for me. Not Dylan. But I guess it makes sense because they kind of live together. Duh. I’m so stupid sometimes…

“You’re coming over!” Lucky excitedly announced, Dylan rolling his eyes and waiting for us to climb onto his palm. I bit the side of my cheek, thinking that we were going off of school grounds. Anything could happen. Does Dylan even like me? Probably not. Do I care? Yes. A lot.

“U-Um… yeah,” I stole a glance to Dylan, who was texting someone, “S-sorry for making you b-b-both wait on m-me.” I whispered to Lucky while pointing to Dylan who wasn’t paying attention to either of us at the time. Lucky nodded his head, seeming to understand.

“It’s all good. We’re stopping by the store first, right? We need groceries anyways.” Lucky had asked. I hesitantly nodded my head, letting Lucky lead the way as I followed. This was a familiar sight. I was getting to used to being around giants. Was that a good thing? I’d have to ask Mr. Smith about that later.

About five minutes into walking, and watching in horror as Lucky quite literally had half of his body hanging from the edge of Dylan’s hand, Dylan had decided to start a little conversation. Mostly towards Lucky.

“You’re gonna fall.” He sighed, cupping his hand a little more to prevent Lucky from falling to his death. I shuddered just at the thought of looking over the edge. It’s taken literally almost everything in me to not look over the edge and pass out.

“No I’m not.” Lucky stuck out his tongue, fixing his position so only his arms were dangling. I could practically hear Dylan roll is eyes. We made eye contact for a while, him giving a smile and opening his mouth to speak, “So what made you want to come over?”

I jumped at the sudden question directed to me. It’d be pathetic to speak and stutter in front of Dylan, but then again the same goes if I don’t speak. What would he think? Choices are so hard to make. What if I just shrugged? But then he might want to bring it up again and then I’d have to answer.

Out of nowhere, Lucky sat beside me, wearing a sympathetic face that said, “I’ll tell him for you.” And I’ve never been more grateful in that moment. I would have hugged him if I knew how to. Also I might step over a boundary. Not something that I’d like to do.

I whispered to Lucky what I wanted him to say, noticing that Dylan looked so confused. I would have scooted back had I not remembered that there was about a hundred foot fall from where I was. If the fall doesn’t kill me the injuries would.

“He say he just wanted to help out. I told him Angela and Isabelle were sick earlier. Plus, apparently Ryker asked him first.” Lucky shrugged like it was nothing. I admit, I was jealous, but that was shortly lived. I’ll be able to talk someday. Hopefully. Maybe. I’ve done it once I could definitely do it again. If I really wanted to anyways.

“Makes sense,” Dylan shrugged, “That’s also oddly… nice?” He raised an eyebrow, suspicious of me. I nearly let out a squeak as I brought my knees closer to my chest. I really wasn’t trying to trick anyone… I’m just a really nice person trying to help a friend out. Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t-

“I was just messing with you. You should have seen your face.” Dylan laughed along with Lucky. Oh thank goodness. The last thing I needed was to be ditched on the side of the concrete not knowing where I was. I was pretty sure we were close to their house though.

“But seriously, that’s amazingly nice of a stranger. Ry could actually use the help too.” Dylan told me. A tiny smile formed at the corners of my mouth. Maybe he really didn’t see me as a bother.

——————

It didn’t take us long in the store. Only a couple minutes tops. Though, I didn’t know that the human-sized part of the store was connected. It really made things easier for Dylan since he didn’t have to wait outside awkwardly. Plus, he could grab one for Isabelle too. I was paying anyways.

We checked some things out, I paid for the things I was getting, while Lucky kept on insisting that I just let him pay for everything. We agreed that we would pay for our own things in the end. It only took a couple minutes to reach the familiar neighborhood I saw two weeks ago.

Dylan walked up to their house, unlocking it and announcing his presence to practically the entire world while he was closing the door behind him. Ryker turned his head an glared at Dylan, making him whisper a sorry and let both Lucky and I on the ground in front of the same human-sized door that led to their rooms before silently walking back to his own room. It was intimidating to see him from this point of view, but I sucked in a breath, and walked through the open door. I came here, so I’ll just have to deal with it.

It looked the same as before. Just that there were a ton of blankets thrown onto the couch. I didn’t think about that too much.

“So do I get a thank you?” Lucky teased. For the phone number? I just laughed to myself, “Y-yeah. Thank you.”

Lucky was putting away some groceries he had bought. I helped clean up a bit before we both decided to head back outside. It was a long walk from the hallway to the couch, but that’s no surprise when you’re two inches tall to these people. Now I get why Lucky and Angela get carried around almost everywhere in here.

“Are you staying for dinner?” Lucky asked, now walking backwards to keep up a conversation with me. Was I? I still haven’t told my mom that I was here. I’ll tell her when she texts or calls. She’ll probably be so happy to hear that I was here anyways.

“I don’t know.” I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

“You should. You could teach me how to make actually good food.” We both laughed.

“If you want me to.”

Lucky silently cheered, thanking me several times before we reached the elevator to get on top of the side-table by the couch Ryker was currently sitting down at trying to find something to watch.

“Hey Ry.” Lucky grabbed his attention, standing near the very edge of the table. Nope. Could never do that. How is Lucky so brave? Does he really have that much confidence in himself that he won’t fall? Just one wrong step… No. Don’t think about that. I’m not the one on the very edge.

“Hey” Ryker replied, letting down his free hand. We climbed on and slid back off onto the arm of the couch where there were human-sized blankets and pillows making a makeshift bed. But there wasn’t anyone there. Where did he have Angela then? She wasn’t in that room earlier. I sighed, sitting down. I’d just have to wait until she wakes up.

“How are they doing?” Lucky asked, sitting beside me.

Ryker let out a long sigh, “Off and on. Isabelle’s been asleep for a while and I managed to get her to eat some toast. I haven’t been able to check Angela’s fever, but I don’t think she’s getting any better.”

He brought his other hand towards us, revealing Angela wrapped up in a pink blanket. She didn’t look like she was having a peaceful dream either. She kept moving around and mumbling things that I didn’t understand. Lucky went to check if she still had a fever, which she did. I just have to wait for her to wake up so I can start making something for her. It’s the whole reason I came anyways. My mom’s a nurse, you learn a thing or two.

“Oh, um, thanks for coming by the way, Nathan.” Ryker thanked me, looking concerned for his little sister who looked like she was about to wake up.

I came back with a small bowl of chicken noodle soup and some crackers, hoping that this would help in some way. Angela was struggling to keep her eyes open, but after she ate something she already looked a lot better. She didn’t go back to sleep either so I guess that was a good thing too? All I can say was that Angela was excited to see me. We were sitting on the arm of the couch where the pile of blankets and pillows were.

“Nathan!” She forced herself up and wrapped me in the tightest hug she could manage. I laughed nervously, debating on returning the gesture, but she let go before I could. Thank you. That would have been one awkward hug in front of so many people. Though, I noticed Ryker trying to hide his smile. I didn’t know if that was directed to Angela or me. Or both. Nope. Not going to think too much on that.

Angela let out a series of coughs and sat back down, wrapped up in her blanket once again. I noticed that she was also hugging the panda I gave her two weeks ago. My heart fell. I didn’t expect her to like it so much.

Her fever had gone down a lot. Which was a good thing. She ended up falling back to sleep eventually. Then it was just back to the little one sided conversations with Ryker. Dylan and Lucky were hanging out in their own room, probably playing a game or watching tv. So it really was just us.

It was nice, really. Even if I could only listen and react. I didn’t mind. There was nothing to say anyways. I loved listening though.

Ryker mentioned something about Jasmine having a game to go to tonight, which explains why she wasn’t here. Then, he said he should probably get started on dinner, which, wow, I probably should start helping out Lucky.

I helped Lucky with dinner, and once again he praised my cooking abilities, which weren’t even that good. At least to me. Afterwards, Ryker took me to the bus stop by my house and thanked me again. I walked back to my house, changed into comfy pajamas and fell asleep.

Today was a good day.

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I think this was a good chapter. I think. I don’t know. I love how Ryker is trying his hardest to be a responsible parent and how Nathan tries his hardest to take care of Angela and Lucky as much as he can.

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