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To this day still one of my all time favorites fics. Dude i was and AM devastated the author discontinued it but imma keep reading it over and over again

Something Different {Markus X Android Reader}

CHAPTER 1: A Spark Like No Other

A/N: If you had read my other post, this is one of the stories I will be writing. Reader is the Android next door to Markus, both owners being very good friends. Readers owner is a photographer, and like Markus, Reader was a prototype gift from Kamski. I’m not sure how many Chapters of this I will be doing right now, but I will find out for the next chapter. In any case, I hope you enjoy!

EDIT: Got all the chapters for you guys. There’s a lot… I’ll edit in links when they are posted.

Chapter 2: Never Seen You Through My Eyes Chapter 3: The Lonely Chapter 4: City Of The Dead Chapter 5: Pick A Star In The Dark And Follow The Light Chapter 6: What’s Gonna Be Left Of The World If You’re Not In It? Chapter 7: Love and Hate Are Beasts… Chapter 8: She Depends On You Chapter 9: Pictures We’re Living Through For Now Chapter 10: The Precipice Of Change Chapter 11: Raise A Glass To Freedom

Date: Nov 4th, 2038 Time: AM 05:24:28

The house was cleaned, clothes washed along with dishes, plants were watered inside the house, coffee was prepped, breakfast was finished, and all that’s left is the garden.

You always did leave the best for last.

Maybe it was the intended way Kamski made you, but you have always been most comfortable in places that were filled with all types of beauty and color. The garden owned by your owner, Aeron Raynott, was one such thing.

Aeron was a 28-year-old famous photographer, his pictures were known around the world, ranging from portraits to landscapes, panoramic photos, and so many more. He was a creative young man, ambitious, stubborn as a mule and known to not fear to speak his mind. Some called him an arrogant child, but many called him a genius.

Despite what the outside world sees and hears about him, you know him quite differently. He treated you well, very well. He always forgets that you aren’t human, often buying two meals when he was out for a day, only coming back to you telling him you didn’t require food. He says that your eye’s reminded him that of baby animals.

One day he told you that you had the eyes of an owl, big eyes filled with wonder, curiosity, and wisdom. He asked if you “Liked your eyes”, at first you only tilted your head to the side, telling him that ‘Like’ is a feeling, and that androids don’t have the ability to form opinions.

He had left it at that for that day, but ever since, he had not stopped trying to get you to feel something. In vain attempt of course, only getting smiles from you.

He thought of you as his best friend, he had told you this many times, and you were his #1 model. If he ever needed a model for a picture, he would beg you to do it. Even though you had told him many times that, no matter what, you would do what he told you to do.

Aeron was sleeping after having stayed up late editing pictures and picking which ones to present in the upcoming art exhibit, finally at 12:46 am you had convinced him to rest.

You found that your mind wonders whenever you were out in nature, seeing all the colors made your LED glow a pretty sky blue.

You were literally made to fit all of Aerons needs, Kamski made it very clear when making you that he wanted you to be different.

So, you were made to be creative, to be able to see everything in every little detail. You could zoom in with your eyes, and you could connect yourself to Aeron’s camera so he could take pictures through your eyes.

He did this a lot, not because it made him money, in fact, he almost never shows anyone pictures he takes with your eyes. He just loves the way you see things, he says he’s honored to even have the chance to see through your eyes.

The only person he has even shown those pictures to was the great Carl Manfred, your neighbor.

And of course his android, Markus.

You and Markus were close, as close as androids can get to another that is, and Carl and Aeron seemed to love having you two together.

Almost every day you two ‘run into’ each other while doing chores.

Speaking of which, you could feel his eyes on you at this very moment.

“Good morning, Markus.”

You say without turning to him, have been picking weeds out of some of the flower bushes. You spoke quietly, but no matter what low a volume you spoke, Markus always seemed to hear it.

“Good morning, Y/N. You are up earlier than usual.”

A soft smile is placed on your lips as you pick up the small bucket of weeds and turn to him.

He wore his normal dark clothing, his soft green eyes looked at you with what you can only assume is curiosity. You walk over to him slowly, the hedge that separated the yards being high enough for you to gently lay your arms on it, resting your head lightly on your arms and smiling up at him.

“Aeron was up late last night, knowing him, he will be up soon.”

“Again? How late this time?”

“12:46 am, unfortunately.”

Markus gave a small smile and shook his head.

“That late, huh? I have to say, you might be getting worse at being a caretaker that soon I’ll have to take over for you.”

You toss a few weeds at him over the hedge and turn away, going over to a bush you hadn’t started as you could hear Markus scuff a laugh.

“Will he be awake enough to meet with Carl today?”

You look over at Markus through your lashes, a smile gracing your face as you close your eyes and go back to the bush.

“I should think so.”

After this, a comfortable silence fell over you two, as Markus and you cleaned and cared for your respective gardens. You finished sooner and were now sitting upon a large rock in the big koi fish pond, and now you simply watched as they swam.

You had taken your shoes off and lightly tapped your toes on the top of the water, watching as the koi swam under your feet, brushing up against you.

You were lost in your own little world that you hadn’t seen Markus leave, or heard Aeron call you, then see you in the pond, and run back into the house, and come back out with his camera.

The click of said camera was what made you jump, turning your head and looking like a dear in the headlights as Aeron took several more pictures.

You smiled and let out a ‘breath’ of air.

“Aeron..”

“One more, one more, I promise!”

“Whenever you say ‘ one more’, you take 30 more.”

Aeron smiles at you from behind his camera.

“Okay, okay, one last one, I promise. I just need you to look into the pond as if you were dreaming again,” He knelt close to the edge of the pond, looking at you through the camera as he kept his ‘encouraging’ speech going.

“Look into it as if you see what you have always wanted. Longing for it, yearning for it!”

You do as he asks, looking dreamily into the pond. You weren’t really thinking of anything, much to Aeron’s disappointment, it was very apparent on your face.

But as promised, he took one more pictured and helped you out of the pond.

You smile up at him and give him your automatic greeting for the day.

“Good morning, Aeron. Are you ready to start the day?”

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Date: Nov 4th, 2038 Time: PM 06:05:01

“Leave the poor kids alone, Aeron, don’t you have enough pictures?”

You and Markus stand side by side as Aeron takes a few more pictures then turns to Carl, giving a look that made Carl laugh as Aeron whined.

“But Carl look at them! They are the epitome of perfection!! I’m surprised you haven’t painted at least Markus a few times. I know I would, I mean, look at him!”

It was at this point Aeron took a hold of Markus’ face, surprising both androids as he practically marvels at Markus’ face. Carl was shaking his head, watching as poor Markus had to endure having his face played with.

“Look at this beautiful, beautiful jaw line. And! And! Those strong green eyes that just pierce your soul! The perfection of his brows! UGH! And don’t get me started on the skin! Ugh, beautiful. Lovely freckles dotting his face, just in the right place just. Mmm, stunning. Perfect. Brilliant. You’re beautiful Markus, absolutely stunning.”

“Yeah, I see that you are making the poor boy incredibly uncomfortable.”

Aeron rolls his eyes and lets Markus go.

“Sorry Markus, you’re just so pretty. A perfect boy.”

“Uhm… Thank you?”

You look down at the ground smiling, a weird tingling in your chest as you watch Markus readjust himself and look at you again. The look on Markus’ face was too much for you as you put a hand up to your mouth, to poorly cover up your giggles.

Carl and Aeron got into another conversation, you and Markus simply standing idly by. It was then when Carl looked at you both and sighed.

“You two don’t have to stand and listen to us chat this whole time. Go on, go. Go find something to do while we chat.”

Markus nodded right away, but you were hesitant. Aeron chuckled and waved his hand to shoo you away.

“Go on, Y/N. You’ve been with Markus before, he won’t bite.”

You feel your thirium pump sped up when Markus turned to you.

“Why don’t we practice more piano?”

“That’s a great idea, Markus.” Carl nodded. “You two go on inside, Aeron will go get you if we need anything.”

With that, you nod and follow Markus into his and Carl’s home.

You had been in this house many times, and you had mapped it out since the third time you visited. So, you felt no shyness when being greeted by the house. Despite being here many times before, you still love to look at all the beautiful things in the house. You loved the birds in the front, and you adored the ceiling in the living room/dining room. Of course, the place you had loved to be to most was Carl’s studio.

Aeron’s studio was like Carl’s, with the wide open space and the big glass windows. Both places made you smile from ear to ear, but there was something about Carl’s that made you feel… warm?

Aeron’s had a feeling of being everywhere and everything all at once, something to awe at. And it’s not to say you didn’t feel comfortable in Aeron’s space, it was simply that you know what it’s like to be in awe of everything all the time.

You were programmed to take in over 7 billion things at once.

But, in Carl’s studio, you could… stop.

You could take in the simple things.

That’s one thing you liked about Markus as well, he made it so easy to be in awe of the little things that make life interesting.

Like, take now for instance.

You sit next to him on the stool of the piano and watch him play, and somehow he makes it very obvious that every key is important, that every note is important to form a song.

Markus made the little thing so important, so special.

You wish you could stop seeing the big picture all the time, and see the small picture. You wish you could be like Markus, to be simple and yet…

So, perfect.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You blink a few times before looking up at Markus, sitting side by side, it was difficult to not brush your shoulders together. That warm, tingling feeling came into your chest again as you looking into Markus’ eyes, only then seeing his LED flashing yellow.

“I’m sorry,” You shake your head. “I was… lost in thought.”

“About?”

“Hm?”

Markus turned his body a bit to face you a little more, showing all of his attention was on you. For some reason, that made your body feel hot, causing your cooling fans to work a bit faster.

“What were you thinking about?”

“I was thinking about how perfect you are.”

You quickly choose not to say what was on your mind as you turn back to the piano.

“I was wondering… how you manage to make it look so easy.”

Deep down, you knew Markus won’t fall for that answer, and the flashing yellow of his LED made that clear. But soon enough it turned back to sky blue as he dropped the issue, turning to the piano again.

“Well, it’s not as hard as you think. Here, play this on your side.”

Markus then played three keys on the low scale side of the piano, you copying him on the high keys.

Markus then played four more different keys, and you copied again. Markus then played four keys at the same time moved to another four keys.

This is when you gave him a look, to which he responded with a laugh and a smile.

“Look, it’s not that hard-”

“It sounds hard.”

Markus shook his head with a smile.

“Look, I’ll show you. Just put your fingers-”

Before he could finish, he went to touch your hands to move them to the right spot, but something strange happened.

A surge of electricity shot through both your hands, making a blue spark appear between both you and Markus’ fingertips. This made you both jump up and stand up, you yelped and Markus gasped. The stool tipped over by how fast both of you stood up, making a rather loud thud.

Both of you felt something, both feeling a strange fuzzy feeling, it traveled from your hand up your arm and all through your bodies. You both visibly shiver from this feeling, then look at each other in shock.

“What… what was that?”

Your voice was low as you held your hand to your chest, Markus shook his head looking at his own hand.

“I’m not… quite sure what that was. It felt…”

“Strange…” You finished, looking at him with slight fear but mild curiosity.

Both of you had the same idea, as you slowly extend your hands to one another. As you go to touch the other, the skin on your hands fades, leaving behind the white porcelain fingers and palms.

Soon your fingertips touch again, no spark this time, but the warm feeling was very obvious. As you touched, a blue-ish huge starts to show on all the places your hands connected, and the warm feeling soon traveled from your hand to your wrist.

And from your wrist to your elbow, all the while, your skin disappeared more and more till nothing but white was your arm. Both you and Markus were in a trance by this, and suddenly you started to see things.

Not things, memories.

But, these memories were not yours.

You saw Carl and watched him paint, and eat, and you cooked and cleaned…

And then you saw yourself. In the garden behind your house. From this morning.

Soon enough it was too much and you snatched your hand away from Markus, gasping and holding your hand back to your chest as the skin of your arm went back to its S/C tone.

You were staring at Markus with wide eyes, as he stared back at you, not nearly having the same face of fear as you.

“I saw… I saw your memories.”

He spoke quietly, a lot softer and low than he ever had before.

You nod.

“I saw your’s too… With Carl and… and him painting and…”

“I saw me.” Markus tilted his head at you. “I saw me as if looking throw a mirror, it was like… watching myself in a movie. I saw myself walking and talking as clear as day… Did you… Did you see yourself too? Through my eyes?”

All you could do was nod, your stress was getting higher and higher, turning your LED into a blood red color. This is what brought Markus out of his daze, as he stepped forward to you.

“Y/N, I-”

You stepped back from his outstretched hand.

You were confused, and in awe, but most of all.

You were scared.

“Markus, Y/N? Are you two alright? We heard a noise.”

Carl was being wheeled in by Aeron, both the young man and the old man having concerned faces for the frightened looking androids. Markus was smart enough to cover for both of you.

“We were just playing and… we got up to go check on you both and the stool fell over. That’s all.”

Carl nor Aeron seemed convinced, but you nodded your head to agree with Markus. You didn’t trust your voice enough to speak, so all you could do was nod.

“Well… Aeron was just about to leave, we came back in to get Y/N.”

Soon enough, you shook off your fears, your LED going back to its sky blue, and you nod.

“Of course, we shall be on our way then. Aeron, you have many calls to make as well.”

Aeron nodded slowly, then started making his way to the exit, you following close behind. Aeron said his goodbye to Carl and Markus, Carl doing the same to you and Aeron. And just as you were closing the door behind you, you heard something.

Someone, in your head.

Markus.

“Please… Meet me tonight when Aeron is asleep.”

You look back at Markus one last time, before closing the door behind you.

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dawktorsylum · 22 days ago

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fat bodies tutorial!

ALRIGHT SO my pal @kalreyno wanted help with drawing fat characters and as a fat artist i felt like i could give a bit of helpful insight on that. there’s also been a lot of complaining about “boo hoo fat characters are hard to draw so i can’t include them in my work Ever” goin on lately so if that’s your case then this is for you too!! and also just for anyone who would like help with fat bodies in general, ofc. anyway, let’s get this show on the road!!

let’s start with some common misconceptions. these are the two main attempts at chubby bodies i run into, so i’ll focus on them.

the Anime Chubby i see everywhere, and it’s just……so wrong in many ways. first of all, there is almost no additional body fat compared to your average thin character - except for where it’s added in “attractive” places (breasts, hips, thighs). the breasts are way too perky, and don’t have the realistic shape fat would give them (though how to draw accurate breasts is another tutorial all on its own lmao). there is still a thigh gap, which usually only happens in very thin people, and bones are still visible on the surface of the skin, which also rarely happens in fat people.

the Michelin Man is better in some ways, but still not that great. it’s a slightly better attempt, but basically all that’s done there is taking a thin character and blowing them up, while giving no thought to fat distribution. the thigh gap is usually still present, and they look a lot more hard than soft - and fat is very soft and pliable.

here’s a chart on how fat usually distributes (if you can’t read my messy writing, “1. next to no fat, 2. moderate amount, 3. most of the fat distribution”). basically, the more muscle an area has, the more prone it is to develop fat, such as the abdomen, thighs, and upper arms. it’s important to note that fat sits on top of muscle, and that it does distribute in different levels, and not evenly across the body as shown in the Michelin Man.

now, here’s an accurate fat body with all of that kept in mind!! notice how the fat isn’t only kept to aesthetically pleasing areas, and how it sits realistically on the character’s body. their breasts sag a lot more, which happens even in thin people with larger breasts, and the nipples are pointing more downwards than straight out. there is no thigh gap in sight, there are no bones in sight, and most importantly, they have fat rolls, which are very important in drawing a convincing fat character!! as far as i know i’ve never met a single person with no rolls at all, and everyone has them, whether thin or fat - they’re just more prominent and more consistently present in fat people. pay close attention to where they are and how they’re shaped.

here are a couple of drawings showing how fat is affected when sitting vs stretching. as seen in the first, the fat specifically on the stomach is distributed a lot more evenly and stretched out, so it becomes “flatter”. the love handles are still pretty visible, though, as well as the fat on the thighs and arms. the breasts are raised with the shoulders, and the fat on the shoulders and near the neck forms rolls as it’s being pushed together.

in the second, there is a lot less room for distribution, so the fat is all pushed together. the breasts sag and the stomach forms rolls and spills into the lap. a good analogy for the way fat works is to liken it to a water balloon, and thinking of how its shape would change when resting flat on a surface, hanging off of a ledge, held upright, etc.

here are a few extra tips i find a lot of people miss!

first on the top is the hip/pubic region. the first circle is showing the way the bellybutton is folded in fat people, as opposed to stretched out in thinner people. the second is the stomach fat spilling over onto the pubic region and creating a separation in the two areas, which is something that’s missing in a lot of art. in addition, the pubic mound also gains fat, making it round as seen in the profile drawing i did up there (i’ve heard people refer to it as fupa?). the last in the hip region is the lack of a thigh gap. i can’t stress this enough!!!! if you’re trying to draw a convincing fat character, make sure their thighs are pretty much always touching!! for reference, mine literally don’t separate until my feet are about 2ft from each other.

the bottom right is showing the double chin, which a lot of people are afraid to draw!! fat does distribute itself here too, and there’s nothing wrong with it, so don’t feel like you shouldn’t give fat characters a double chin in your work for fear of it looking like a caricature.

in the bottom middle, it’s showing how fat affects different types of breasts with the presence of more or less breast tissue.

lastly, at the very right are stretch marks with their usual locations and directions, which i also can’t stress enough!!!!! i sometimes forget to add them honestly, but they’re so important in accurately portraying fat characters, as they literally come from the skin being stretched from fat being gained (and they’re also just rlly neat lookin like why wouldn’t you lmao). some people have less and some people have more, feel free to experiment with them!

the last thing is body types!! there isn’t one single way for a person to be fat, so feel free to experiment with shapes once you’ve learned the basics!!

so there you have it, a tutorial on how to draw chubs!! now go forth and make some accurate fanart or some rad fat characters, because the world could always use more of both. hmu if you have any questions or concerns, and thanks for reading!!

EDIT: someone pointed out the bad wording in the tutorial. thank you for bringing it to my attention and sorry for offending anybody. i’ve updated the tut, so please reblog this one!

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dawktorsylum · 22 days ago

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Putting the guy in situations

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I thought i should share some of my writings here….

This is based on a au? but i might rewrite it who knows. Anyway Bitsy is a nurse in a teacher au and Torbek is a teacher. They are not dating just a more platonic mother/son vibe :) Any who

CW! Emetophobia

No one LIKED being sick…especially Torbek, because for some reason his were always setting him on death's door. So there he lay, it was now day three of having Bitsy being his almost full time caretaker. The mouse girl upon finding out he was sick almost dragged him to the clinic her damn self, but to the digression of the whichlight household Gideon carried Torbek over.

Torbek was lying in a plush bed, curled up on his side breathing heavily. He was wearing only a pair of boxers while the blankets of said bed were thrown all around. Rasping for air Torbek squeezed his eyes close, sure he was used to this but it never FELT good. Hearing a soft click he opened an eye to see Bitsy,walking through the door a saddened frown on her face as she came over to reapply the rag. Bitsy quickly set something down before climbing up into the bed and grabbed the rag that was hanging off Torbek’s forehead, leaning over to the bedside table and dipped it in cool water.

“Torbek you know you have to keep covered… I know you’re warm but it’s helping you to sweat it out.” Her brows pushed together as she sighed softly.

Torbek just groaned as the mouse girl placed the rag on his forehead, the bugbear let out a soft moan as the water felt good on his burning skin. Bitsy smiled softly as she climbed off the bed and made her way over to the blankets, balling them up and throwing them aside. She waddled her way back over to the door and picked up the new set of blankets. They were thinner this time around but still thick enough to keep warm, Bitsy threw them on top of Torbek before she herself climbed into the bed and started to properly tuck Torbek in.

“There, now I’ll take these dirty ones and wash them up. But before then please don’t thrash anymore babybear…I’ll be back to feed you ok?” She scooped up the dirty sheets and made her way out the room. Another soft click echoing out as the door closed behind her.

Torbek felt relief for a split second as the cooler sheets hit his body before the well known sensation of the burning was felt again. He tried really hard not to move but ultimately ended up thrashing around, he tossed and turned for a while before he stood up. His whole body slouching even more then normal, feeling the cold tile hit his feet he whimpered before laying flat on his stomach against the tile. His long limbs spread out as he sighed constantly. His ears laying flat against his head, Torbek stayed laid out like that for another few minutes before he heard the door click open again the soft pattering of Bitsy’s feet was heard for a second before a loud sigh rung out.

“Really Torbek…the floor?? Y’know what as long as you sit up and eat” Bitsy rubbed her brows as she frowned “good thing Leboosh cleaned the other night…” She murmured to herself.

Stepping around and over the Bugbears legs, she made her way over to his face.“Alright sit up, i’ve got chicken soup Hazel made it so don’t worry either..” Torbek tilted his head up looking at Bitsy as she now sat, he whimpered not wanting to leave the cool floor but begrudgingly sat up regardless. Bitsy smiled “Can yah feed yourself? Or should I help..?” Her voice was kind as can be.

“Torbeksss got it…” His voices was way rougher than normal, it sounded awful but bitsy just nodded. “Perfect, eat up then….SLOWLY” She squinted at the bugbear before turning her back and waddling over to the bed, she started tidying up all the pillows and grabbing any leftover dishes. Torbek stared at the bowl of soup…he really wasn’t hungry but the food DID smell nice…just a tiny sip. He slurped up the warm broth, it being felt all the way down his chest as he drank, he used his tongue to poke at the veggies in the bowl but ultimately ate them slowly too. Upon finishing the bowl he moved it away from his lips before staring at it…it was empty. He smiled very softly, Bitsy watched as he finished up the bowl of soup. A smile on her face too, the two just sat in silence for a second before Torbeks stomach growled…

The canisters of witchlight bubbled before he shot up cupping his mouth, Bitsy’s eyes widened before she ran over to him. Grabbed his hands and they ran out the clinic room, down the hall to the bathroom. There Torbek doubled over the toilet and vomited, it was a horrible mix of pink and white. There were specs of red in the bile too. Torbek gripped the rim of the bowl as he just threw up, tears pricked his eyes as his stomach emptied out. Heaving again he just stared at the content in the toilet until a small hand reached over him and flushed, turning back weakly he faced Bitsy. She had a solem expression on her face but it wasn’t directed towards him “Its…ok Torbek…we tried”

Torbek just whimpered again, more tears filling his eyes. Bitsy shushed him before walking over to the sink and grabbing a rang, she made her way up the still step stool before wetting the rag and walking back down to Torbek. She wiped his face gingerly, getting any leftover vomit from his lips and chin. “It’s alright little cub, i’ve got you”

Torbek stared at the mouse as she wiped his face and spoke, suddenly he felt his cheeks wet. He couldn’t hold it anymore, he just started crying silently. Bitsy held his face up, her hand under his chin as he just cried and she wiped away any bile or tears. “I’ve got you little cub don’t worry…shhh shhh Mama’s here” Torbek continued to cry even as Bitsy finished cleaning his face. She has tucked the rag into her apron before hugging Torbek tightly. The two sat with each other for a while before Torbek got drowsy. “Hey Babybear, Come on lets get you back to the room.” Bitsy whispered as Torbek blinked softly, he nodded grumbling. The Bugbear stood up as he and Bitsy made their way back to the clinic room. Torbek wanted to curl up on the floor again but Bitsy pushed him towards the bed. “Not after that Torbek, sorry…”

The Bugbear whined in protest but ultimately climbed into the plush bed once more. “Good now rest, ok? I’ll be here still; just gonna be cleanin ok?” Torbek shook his head and growled “No can do Torbek, I ain’t immune to ya y’know..” Torbek growled again and Bitsy sighed “No Frost isn’t neither..” She crossed her arms with a playful smile on her face. “—And before you ask, especially not Biskit, he’s just a cub. His immune system ain’t up to the task, babybear.” Bitsy sighed softly, her smile still present. Torbek’s brows furrowed, he was pouting and Bitsy couldn’t help but giggle. “Listen, i’ll continue to clean up and MAYBE…if you’re good, we can cuddle. But I can’t stay long, I can't get sick too.” Bitsy watched as the covers near Torbek’s tail moved, she giggled at her cub. “But only if you promise to try and sleep right now” Torbek nodded, already drowsy, he closed his eyes as Bitsy walked around the room beginning to clean and tidy up.

About 30 minutes passed before Bitsy finally finished all her chores in the room, she turned back around to look at Torbek. Smiling, she listened to him snore, she laughed softly. “That didn’t take long…” She huffed before making her way out the room, dimming the lights.

Another minute passed before she returned holding a significantly cleaner apron, she made her way back into the room and over to Torbeks bed. She took one of Torbek’s pillows and tied the clean apron around it before tucking into the bugbears arms. “There, now the cubs got my scent and I don’t gotta get sick.” She stretched as she carefully climbed up into the bed and placed a gently kiss on Torbek’s forehead then booping her nose against his. “Sweet dreams my little cub” Bitsy climbed back down off the bed and left the room.

#legends of avantris #bitsy uprooted #torbek ouaw #cryptic writes #agere torbek if you squint #mentions of frostbek #other pcs mentioned #once upon a witchlight #uprooted: dimwits of the dimwood

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