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Red Guy x Reader

It was a request from a very nice anon but I'm writing over mobile rn so I couldn't properly move it from my drafts to the ask so yea

Sorry btw, I've never written them before and also it turned out kinda angsty

You open your eyes, and you're suddenly in a very familiar yet totally bizarre kitchen, sitting at the small table. You touch your head - fuzz, soft and airy, in place of hair. And your skin - could you call it that? Fur, maybe? And what was even underneath? Well, the point is, you were made of (favorite color) felt, and on your wrists and around your neck were any number of crude but charming beaded friendship bracelets.

Felt and yarn and beads - you had wondered if those materials were the true confines of your existence time and time again, and yet something inside told you it wasn't right to feel that way. It didn't sound like your inner voice, though - rather, it sounded more like a very base, survival instinct, as though the very idea of questioning your situation would put your life in danger. 

You shake your head, frizzy and soft brushed yarn bouncing with the movement; is it hair? Can you call it hair? Are you comfortable calling it hair? You sigh softly and try to clear your head as the Yellow one clambers into the kitchen, a happy chirp in his voice as he calls your name - well, he calls out to you, anyway. No one bothered to use names around here.  "Oh, its you! I'm glad you're here - the other ones are mad at me on account of I broke a vase in the other area," his happy relief at your visit melts into shame and his wide eyes look to the floor. 

You smile at him - as much as you can, anyway - and pat the chair beside you. He walks over, still pouting, and sits before expectantly reaching out his arms. You pull him into a gentle hug and pat his back gently. "There there, now," you coo, petting his head as you pull away, "they may be upset now, but I'm sure if you apologize they'll be more understanding. It's important to remember that, even if they're not being kind to you, you can always be kind to them - and isn't everything better when we're kind to one another?"

He nods, and you both stand. You follow him into the other room, where the other two are still snapping at one another and gesturing to the broken glass on the floor. Yellow steps forward and starts to speak, but falters when their eyes fall on him. He takes a step back, but when you offer him a hand, he takes it and a deep breath. He steps forward again, still holding your hand. "I'm sorry, that I broke the vase," he slowly gets out, "I guess.. I mean.. I just wasn't paying attention." 

"Well you should! This is why we can't have nice things, you know!" The duck's shrill voice immediately chastised him, and you feel the yellow one shrink slightly in on himself. Your expression steels and you glare hard into the duck's eyes - and he immediate falters. Raising an eyebrow and clearing your throat, he sighs and begrudgingly mutters, "And, I'm sorry too.. for shouting. I lost my temper."

You hum happily as the yellow one brightens slightly. You notice his tentative glance at the red one, though, who had been actively avoiding any and all eye contact with you or him. You clear your throat again and look at him pointedly, until he finally looks your way again. He sighs exaggeratedly before taking a step towards yellow. You're just starting to smile when he finally growls out, looking more at you than yellow, "I'm not sorry because none of this matters- the vase, or kindness, or that one or me! None of it!"

Yellow begins to cry quietly and you can hardly hide the indignation on your face. The duck, surprisingly reading the room for once, takes the yellow one's hand and begins rambling boisterously about how fortunate yellow is because Duck is going to tell him all about the military - again. To his credit, Yellow does seem to perk up at that quite quickly. 

Fuming, you turn to the red one. He stands before you, arms crossed and looking away from you. You cross your arms as well and raise an eyebrow at him. "Well, mind explaining that?" You say, gesturing at nothing.

"I said how I feel - isn't that how its supposed to be? You always preach about our feelings, and I shared mine," he spits, turning his back to you. 

"He was trying to make things right!" You exclaim, taking a step forward. "He's not like you - to him, everything you say is important! The truth! He relies on you two, and here you are, hurting him."

He turns quickly and steps towards you, offended. He points a finger at you and growls, "I didn't make things this way! I tried to tell him - all of you - that this isn't the way things should be! But you never listen, you always take his side-"

"I know! But you can't just take it out on the people who care for you!" You finally yell back, stepping again into his personal space. "You think I don't want to know why this is happening? You think I don't care that everyday I wake up here and I don't even know where I am? And how some days, I don't even exist here? I'm only fortunate enough to appear when one of you needs to learn about feelings or being kind to one another, and you don't even take the time to listen!"

He staggers back a step and you exhale hard, having raised your voice to the point of near breathlessness. You feel something wet on your cheeks and freeze up, reaching to touch your cheeks. 

Red watches you, taken aback. You had shouted at him. You were crying tears. You acknowledged him - how he felt; you understood. He reaches out to you and starts to speak, "I.. I didn't realize that you-"

"Of course I know," you mutter, wiping your face with your forearm. "I do hear you, every time. I try to comfort you, but you never want to hear it; but what else can I do? What can any of us do?"

He's silent and looks at the floor, reflecting. You straighten your posture and exhale, steadying yourself. You brush down your (favorite color) yarn with soft, felt, mitten-shaped hands before smiling and forcing a more cheerful tone, "Well, seems you boys have some things to talk about! I better be on my way-"

"Wait!" He grabs your arm just as you're turning to walk through the door, ready to disappear as you had, so many times before. "You can't go, we.. I need you here, I can't take another day of this alone," he pleads, voice breaking in little more than a whimper. 

You sigh and softly lean your head against him, taking him by surprise. "I can't stay; I don't know why, but I'm never far, right? Take heart, maybe we can talk again next time," you say, pushing him away and breaking yourself free in the process. You walk through the frame of the door that sometimes leads outside and sometimes to the kitchen, and feel yourself disappear again. 

Red is left alone and finds himself crying frustrated tears as he runs through the door hopelessly, knowing he won't find anything he actually wants on the other side. 

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Bowser x Reader - Expectations

You might not expect it on your first look at the massive koopa, but you’d come to find that he was quite a gentleman. Bowser was, after all, a monarch and ruled his own nation - sure, he may have ruled it primarily as a warlord, but the point still stands. For example, despite his size, whenever he was in your presence, he walked smoothly. It was evident that he took great care to ease his rumbling gait into something more slow and steady for you - the last thing he ever wanted was to frighten you, and he always did his utmost to cater to your comfort. 

However, when you told him that you wanted children of your own, suffice it to say he lacked composure.

He was flabbergasted, first. He just stared at you, unblinking for a moment, as you brushed your hair in your, now shared, bedroom vanity. “I know it’s a lot to ask - and believe me, I love Junior with all of my heart and consider him my child as much as he’s yours,” You reaffirm to him with a tired smile and somewhat defeated sigh, turning slightly to face him. “It’s just, I’ve always wanted to have the full parental experience with a child of my own, too!” 

He’s silent, and you notice that he’s standing now, and his gaze has shifted away from you, locked on the floor ahead of your shared bed. Your weak smile falters and you try to will away the feeling of shame bringing heat to your face, looking away from him again. You had been afraid to bring it up - not because you feared him, but because you never wanted to make him feel that he or Junior weren’t enough for you. You had simply been hit hard with those parental pangs as of late, and they didn’t seem to cease on their own as they used to - and, presumptuous though it may have been, part of you had dared to hope that he’d feel the same way, or at least been happy that you wanted that experience with him. 

His hard, contemplative stare into nothing did little to comfort you; you knew he wasn’t acting maliciously, though. Open expression was something that he took very seriously, and he was meticulous in his choice of words and actions (you knew that this was in part due to your relationship, and in part due to his very problematic past “relationship” with the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom). He was thinking hard and trying his best to choose an appropriate response that would be honest and direct while still being caring - something you did truly appreciate about him. Still, the anticipation could be very difficult.

Finally, as you sit on your side of the oversized bed and carefully extend a hand to rest on one of his, he looks at you; it’s clear that he’s troubled, though with what part specifically you can’t be sure. “Y/N..” He began, voice low and tone soft, though never lacking it’s signature reverb, “I.. Do you think I could be a good father?”

You almost gasp aloud at his question, and at how quickly his expression shifts into one of shame and anxiety. He pulls his hand away and begins fidgeting with his claws - scraping them against one another seemed to be a method of self-soothing for him; whether he preferred the sensation or the almost blade-like sound more, you weren’t sure. 

“King Bowser Koopa!” You start, voice concerned and half-chastising. You stand up on your bed, wobbling slightly (only to be steadied by massive but considerate hands).”You already are a good father! You are Junior’s world!” you exclaim, running a hand through his hair and stroking the scales of his large head soothingly, “We both love you more than anything - but if you don’t believe me, just ask Kamek! Even his uptight shell can tell what an amazing father you are!” 

His eyes close and he exhales slowly, leaning into your touch and gently pulling you closer. “Thank you.. I just.. I remember my own childhood - my own father,” He explains quietly, his voice sharp with bitterness at a burden that no one should have to bear, especially a child. You press a feather-light kiss to his snout, prompting him to look up at you again. You nod, and he returns it, accepting your silent invitation to continue. “I think the only thing I’ve ever feared is becoming half as bad a parent as he was,” He finally mumbles out, eyes flitting to yours, searching for something behind your beautiful irises.

You climb into his lap, taking him quite by surprise, before hugging his large chest as tightly as you could. “My sweet Bowser - you’re already twice the father he could have ever dreamed of being, just by being you,” You say, voice radiating a much needed warmth of comfort through the cold-blooded king’s heart. “And if you ever doubt that, you take one look at the happy, healthy prince that you single-handedly raised for so long,” You continue, leaning back just enough to meet his gaze, “If we never had a child of our own, I would be still be more than content just to be your partner, and to be in Junior’s life.”

He blinks furiously, big bulbous tears beginning to form at the corners of his eyes, but before he can raise a fist to rub them away, you raise a smaller hand to gently wipe them away as they begin to slide down his cheek. Instead, he uses that larger hand to hold your own close to his cheek, offering him some stability as quiet sobs choke their way out of his throat. Crying was still hard for him, but he had come so far in the time that you’d been together; you couldn’t be more proud of him.

You were just about to suggest that the two of you cuddle for a while when your bedroom door crashes open - the culprit being none other than your stepson; he looked so much like his father, except when he cried, at least at home, he did little to hide it. You coo quietly at him and extend your arms, still in your husband’s lap, encouraging the sobbing boy to join you. 

“Junior, baby, what’s wrong?” you ask, making sure to cradle his spiky shell carefully while you wiped at his tears; grateful for you taking the lead, you observe your partner wiping his eyes hastily before clearing his throat.

“I-I had a ni-ightmare,” the smaller terrapin forces out, hiccuping through his words. “No-no one was he-ere, an-and I was being chased by-y monsters!”

You frown and offer him quiet comforts, petting his head and rubbing his shell, when you feel your husband’s large arms squeezing the both of you firmly. “I’m sorry, Junior,” He rumbles, voice confident but caring, “But that’s the thing with nightmares - they aren’t real. Y/N and I would never ever let any monsters chase you. If they did, we’d never let you face them alone.”

The boy nods and, still fighting hiccups, asks how many monsters his dad had beaten up before - and you smile wide, fighting a giggle as Bowser easily slips into a grand persona who had apparently slain too many monsters to count, telling his son any number of questionable but entertaining and impressive tales. Now and then the boy would look to you, asking if it were true or looking for some form of affirmation, and of course you gave it each time, even adding some details to the stories now and again. 

Watching your husband stumble and quickly improvise to add in your contributions was amusing enough on it’s own, but when his son falls asleep in the both of your arms, watching how hesitant he is to move at all is almost even more entertaining.

Eventually, you’re able to get him to lay back and prop your stepson in the middle of the bed. You turn out the lights and kiss both of their foreheads before climbing onto your side of the large bed. As you close your eyes, and slowly feel yourself slipping into sleep, you hear the unmistakable chur from your husband’s chest and a quiet promise in his deep voice, “I think we should give Junior a sibling, my dear Y/N - whether we adopt or conceive somehow, I swear that I’ll meet your expectations.”

It seemed he thought you asleep, so it made sense that he’d stiffen when you responded quietly, “You already have, my love.”

[frequent-demisexual-distress]

Memorable: Bowser x reader

Yeah yeah, im a monster fucker, sue me

He's big, frightening at times - the Koopa were intimidating creatures on their own for those unfamiliar with them, but he in particular was massive even by their standards. And yet, here you were, your entire torso being cradled by impossibly large hands, with impossibly sharp claws grazing your clothes and yet never once cutting into your oh so fragile skin - all the while covering your ears, as he let out a massive, earth-shaking roar.

Eventually, the sound slows to a cease and his fiery eyes finally blink away the rage and turn your way; you'd never cease to be surprised by the softness that such sharp eyes could display - a softness, you came to find, that was reserved for only you and his children. You feel a faint churring radiate through him, his body making physical his concern. You finally exhale, and offer him a tired, but genuine, half smile. Reaching out to gently touch his large snout, you speak softly, "It's okay, B. I'm okay."

He huffs through his nose, eyes closing in his relief, as though the weight of the world had been on his shoulders, which also sag before he carefully lowers you to the floor. After ensuring you're able to stand alone, he lowers himself to one knee and takes one of your hands in both of his; he leans forward just enough that you can meet his forehead with your own before speaking quietly, "If you're safe and in my arms, then all will be right in the world."

You hum and don't bother to fight the warm smile on your face. The big softie, he always did have a silver tongue. "But if you wish it, I'll reduce them all to nothing but ash," he states, jewel-like eyes opening and looking at you with no hint of jest. "Any who dare so much as think of touching you without your consent, let alone taking you away... they don't deserve your mercy."

You sigh lightly, raising both hands to rest on his cheeks before pulling your head back just enough to give him a stern look. "Bowser, they just didn't know. Its not fair of them to assume, but given the past, I think they genuinely thought they were helping," you say firmly, rubbing your thumbs soothingly on his cheeks.

Reflecting on your encounter with the short Italians, you couldn't help being somewhat annoyed - after all, they'd taken one look at Bowser walking towards you and then decided to "rescue" you and fight him. It was only when you had evaded the two of them yourself that you had managed to return to your partner and try to soothe his rage.

Bowser's emotions were big, just as the rest of him was. However, those big emotions came from a big heart, and you knew that he only made such a fuss and such offers of violence because he loved you just that much- that, if you asked, he'd end nations; that, were you hurt, he'd destroy any and all involved; that if you were sad, he'd do all in his power to bring you some form of joy.

Allowing your expression to soften, you step in closer. "Besides, with you by my side, I know I never have to be afraid. So, there's no need to display that power and strength - I already know that it's there," you say softly, leaning in and gently kissing him. He churs in his chest, pressing into your kiss and easing his hands behind you, standing up and lifting you with him, never breaking your kiss.

You pull away and smile at him, and he pulls his arm across his chest, allowing you to slide into a more comfortable sitting position in the crook of his elbow, leaning your head against his much larger one. The two of you look out at the mushroom kingdom, framed by the burning hole that your lover had created moments ago in the palace wall, and the two very confused plumbers laid up in a heap across the room.

Finally, Peach and her toad guards burst into the room, weapons ready - only to stop when they see you. "Oh, you two are early!" She says, cheerfully smiling before her gaze slips over to her partner and his brother. With a surprised gasp, regret washes her features. "Mario, Luigi! I'm so sorry- I was going to surprise you; this is Bowser's new fiance, Y/N!" She explains, hurrying over to try and help them up.

"Maybe no more surprises, then," Bowser grumbles exhaustedly, exhaling hot air through his snout. You giggle and pat his chest, "Well, I think first impressions are important; at least it was memorable."

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Leech Twins x Small Shark! reader: First Kiss

I know i keep writing from this same specific angle but I've got the creative juices so don't judge

Again written in one sitting on my phone and not proofread, so if there's a ton of mistakes, my bad

It was strange for the three of you, in the beginning - this unique throupling you found yourself in was unlike anything any of you had experienced before.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, of the three of you, Floyd was the one with the most dating experience, if you could call brief playground or middle school romances "experience." These, though, were mostly consisting of Floyd flustering the momentary object of his affection til he grew bored, or if they rejected him for his behavior- not totally unreservedly, mind you, but still, it left a sour taste in his mouth. He had given up on genuinely pursuing anyone, happy enough to flirt or tease in the moment with whoever kept his attention; that is, until you arrived, and the passing interest he was so familiar with just would not seem to pass.

Jade, though, had almost always simply been uninterested. He wouldn't admit it for the longest time, but he was a fiercely protective sibling in their youth (if masked well). He felt it his responsibility to protect Floyd from the less than desirable people whom his brother pursued, making him feel quite disenchanted with the idea of romance, and often the only attraction Jade would experience was physical, and in passing. As they grew older and the internal need to protect Floyd lessened (respecting his brother's autonomy), he came to feel that he might simply be aromantic. He knew that at times he was curious about romantic love, but had decided that it just wasn't for him - he was content with just his brother, his studies, and his work for a time. However, like his brother, something shifted when you came along, and over time, he felt his small spark of interest in you evolve from the typical physical but platonic interest into something totally unfamiliar for him: real romantic desire.

Being twins, the boys could tell that the other was feeling something new - that their brother was preoccupied, and both knew that the only common factor was the new student whom they had recently become friends with after Azul had recruited them. Ultimately, though, it wasn't either of them who immediately caught on to the exact nature of the situation.

Azul called them in tp his VIP room one night as the cafe was closing down for the night, and they took notice that he had invited you as well, and you sat on one of the couches, looking tired but happily surprised when they arrived. "Hey Floyd, Jade!" You greet, smiling before raising a hand to one side of your mouth and half-whispering in a jovial tone, "Think he's finally going to give me the boot?"

Floyd snickered and ruffles your hair, "Nahh, don't worry Y/N - he likes having a pretty face around to butter up the newbies. Besides, I'd get so bored without you~!"

Jade chuckles and nods, "Yes, it would be a lapse in judgement, to be sure - Azul's investments are always well calculated. Speaking of?" He turned to Azul, who had risen to a standing position behind his desk.

Azul nodded. "I do take great care in my decision making, Y/N; you don't need to worry about that," he begins, offering a half smile your way before turning back to the twins. He put on a slightly stern face, crossed his arms, and spoke frankly, "I've noticed something strange lately. You both seem.. distant, and you're not communicating as well as you usually do."

At this, Jade's smile falters for a moment; since when was their friend so observant of their behaviors? And did he really care so much for their well-being? He did, of course, notice the shift in behavior of his employer after the Overblot incident, though that was often instigated specifically by Yuu's interference (not that he was complaining). Maybe he hadn't given Azul enough credit.

Floyd tilted his head, still steadily grinning. Inside, he could feel his body debating whether it would go on the offensive, brushing it off and making any excuse to get out of there, covering it with "crazy" behavior - or, he wondered, if he'd go on the defensive, shutting down and slipping into one of his moods. However, when Azul mentioned how his communication with his brother had changed, he just froze up. Even emotionally dense Azul had noticed? He was genuinely surprised, and didn't know where this was going.

"I only bring it up because, with the holidays fast-approaching, business will be dipping lower and lower," Azul continues, now beginning to look unsure and somewhat flustered, glancing to you for reassurance. You give him a smile and thumbs up, nodding for him to continue. He steadies himself, although still looking embarrassed, "So, Y/N and I came to the conclusion that, for your sakes, you need some time off to relax. We will have it covered -"

You interrupt him with a loud forced cough and an expectant look, as if to chastise him.

"And take some time off for ourselves as well," he self-corrects with a sigh.

"The three of you work way too hard," you finally chime in, standing up from your seat on the couch. You point to Azul and furrow your brows, speaking with authority but no malice, "You especially! You will relax this week, and you will ask Yuu on a date!"

Azul's face goes red immediately and he begins to grumble denials, fighting a small smile; you, meanwhile, turn back to Floyd and Jade. "And you guys are brothers - you're so close! I know how stressful the end of the semester has been, so take this time to spend some time together and to relax.. it hurts to see you not talking like you usually do," you speak softly now, looking from one pair of heterochromic eyes to the other, hoping your sincerity would carry through.

With a twist on your heel, you pat Azul on the shoulder bracingly, wishing him luck because you told Yuu to meet him here tonight and they should be arriving any minute. As he begins to spiral into a mild panic, you usher the boys out with you - though it is difficult because at this point Floyd is near cry-laughing and Jade was still contemplating your words (and fighting off the flush threatening to rise to his cheeks from your prolonged eye-contact).

As you make it out into the hallway with them, you turn to look at them. "I am serious, though.. Floyd, Jade, as a favor to me, please talk to each other? If there's anything I can do to help, I'm just down the hall," you say, reaching out to gently place a hand on each of their upper arms. You ignore the intrusive thoughts at the contact, though the faint heat in your cheeks is easier to ignore.

Jade nods, thanking you, and Floyd laughs lightly at how cute you are, giving you a tight hug, lifting you slightly off the ground. As he drops you, you bid them goodnight, and surprise Jade with a side hug as well before making your way to your room. You turn and call back as you walk, "Goodnight, boys - and if you want, we can hang out over the break!"

When you disappear from sight, the twins stares linger for a moment. Both have pink cheeks, Floyd smiling lazily and Jade gingerly touching his arm where you'd touched him. Finally, they look at one another, and in an instant they know that what has been plaguing them has too affected their sibling. "I think we should talk," both say aloud, glancing back to where you'd walked away.

As you closed the door to your bedroom, the adrenaline finally began to drain. You cursed at yourself, smile finally starting to fade but face remaining hot. "I can't keep this up," you mutter to yourself, kicking off your shoes and approaching your terrarium.

Kneeling down and peering inside, you smile half-heartedly at your two frogs. "What do you think, girls? I'm crazy, huh?" You sigh, watching them. They take notice of you, and one hops closer, almost eager to see you,, while the other gives you a glance but otherwise doesn't move.

You pull a container of mealworms from your mini-fridge, stationed conveniently below them, and pull one out at a time with tweezers, offering each amphibian a treat. "Its just.. They’re certainly handsome, but its not just that. Floyd makes me laugh, but he's also got so complex a mind," you begin rambling, petting the more excitable frog's head as she munched.

Offering another worm to the more cool frog, you continue, "And Jade is simultaneously a gentleman and so unhinged - I mean that affectionately." If this frog had an eyebrow, you're sure she'd have raised it at you. "It's like, he's got such warmth and passion under that cold exterior."

You offer her a pat before putting the worms away and sighing, standing up. "I know its strange - two crushes, and on twin brothers at that? It sounds so much like the premise to a bad erotica the more I try to rationalize it," you shake your head and go to turn off your light. As you do, you make sure to turn on your ambient lights, smallband strung along the ceiling, offering a more gentle light.

You finally lay down, glancing at your phone once in hopes that maybe.. no, nothing new. You sigh and wish your frogs goodnight before slipping into turbulent sleep.

The next day, with the cafe being closed and Azul busying himself with a "not" date with the Ramshackle prefect, you found yourself wandering the halls of Octavinelle with little else to do. You notice that someone had left the door open to the stairwell leading to the aquarium lining the hallway, and you figure that you may as well enjoy it.

You climb up and into the small chamber that allows students to enter the water, and see two uniforms resting on the ground next to the drop-off - one is folded neatly, shoes placed to it's side, and the other is a pile, shoes scattered around the platform. You smile, having a sneaking suspicion of who it would be.

You disrobe to the appropriate extent (pretty much leaving only your undergarments, as it wasn't very comfortable to transform with so many layers - and while seasoned merfolk students may be used to that out of necessity, you weren't, and the boys clearly missed the freedom as well).

You sit on the edge of the drop-off before sliding down and into the water. The familiar, faint sting of salt-water is refreshing, slipping through your gills as easily as air. You take a moment to glance at yourself; you missed being able to move so fluidly, flicking your tail instinctively as if to emphasize that. Your thoughts are interrupted, though, on hearing voices not far away, seeming to come from behind a large coral formation not far off.

Swimming over and peeking around, you see the twins, Floyd having just scattered a school of small fish, baring his teeth and laughing, and Jade leaning in close and observing an anemone as it protected a small clownfish family.

He’s the first to notice you, raising his brows in surprise for only a moment, before smiling and greeting you, "Ah, hello Y/N. I didn't realize you would be swimming today as well - we would have waited for you, had we known."

Floyd immediately pops up and turns in your direction, happily surprised and not bothering to find it. He grins, calling your name and swimming over, crashing into you and hugging you (with his arms and his tail).

You hug him back carefully, very aware where his fins were at all times (they tended to be sensitive), and take a moment to admire their forms. You'd seen them once or twice before, but their beauty still impressed you. Little did you know, but they were thinking exactly the same thing.

"I was a little worried, I never got my usual good morning text," you say, grinning and using a mock accusatory tone, looking back at Jade as you gently pet Floyd's hair.

His brows furrow for a moment, and he exhales. "I apologize, Y/N; we had a long discussion last night and I overslept, and apparently forgot an integral part of my routine," he explains, and your cheeks get warm at the lack of sarcasm in his statement.

Floyd loosens his grip on you, suddenly looking surprised. "Crap, we usually have breakfast together too, huh? Were you too lonely without us?" He asks, half-smiling, but something in his tone made you wonder if he was regretful, and it made your stomach flip.

You shake your head and chuckle, pushing him off of you gently. "Don't worry, I'm just fine - I was more worried about you guys! But, you did talk? Is everything okay, now?" You ask, eyes wide and evidently quite hopeful based on Jade's warm chuckle and slight ease in posture and the way Floyd's grin widened.

"Well, things will be okay with us for sure - but we got something to ask you, and it might be.. er, Jade?" Floyd starts with gusto, but his confidence fizzles out slightly and he turns to his brother.

Thats not like him, you muse to yourself,, your brows furrowing as you glance between them. You're starting to worry when you glance at Jade, who glares at his brother for a moment before speaking up.

"Y/N," he begins, making his expression more neutral and swimming up to you, gently taking one of your hands in both of his, "We realized that there was something bothering us. Something about you."

You frown, eyes beginning to prickle. What had you done? Were you too much? They had become your closest confidants, your best friends; even if your crush on them had never gone away, you would have been okay with them in your life - are they leaving?

Your thoughts are interrupted when Floyd grabs your other hand with one of his and your chin with his other. He makes you look him in the eye, offering a reassuring smile. "Hey," he speaks with a surprisingly genuine tone, "don't worry."

"We came to find that we had both.. developed feelings for you," Jade continued, clearly struggling slightly to articulate just how he felt.

"Its true, and we don't want to make you upset but we just.. we might need some time to get over it!" Floyd jumps in, grinning awkwardly.

They're silent for a moment and you just blink for a moment, stunned. Your cheeks get hot and you gently move their hands away from you. Closing your eyes, you exhale a shaky breath, before looking at the two of them and speaking up.

"So, what you're saying is, you both like me?"

They nod meekly.

"And you're asking for space because you need time to get over it?"

They nod again.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. "...I guess I owe you two the truth then, too," you mumble, face red and looking anywhere but in their eyes. "I.. I like you both, too."

They blink at you, then look at each other. They exchange expressions and ultimately nod simultaneously before looking back at you. Sometimes you think they can communicate telepathically.

"If thats true.." Jade begins, slow and apprehensive bur clearly determined.

"-Y/N, be our partner!" Floyd finishes, now appearing eager and relieved.

You just observe them for a moment, a smile creeping up on your lips. You knew them too well, they wouldn't joke about something like that, not with you. You don't speak, and instead grab them both by a wrist and pull them close to you, one at a time, for a quick kiss on the cheek.

With that, you grin at their very different but both very flabbergasted expressions before starting to swim away. You stop as they start to call out after you.

"Is that a yes?" You hear Floyd's excitement in his voice, grinning ear to ear and still touching his cheek. Poor Jade is still just staring at you, shocked expression and touching where you kissed him.

You grin and wink at them before responding, "It's a yes, but if either of you want the first real kiss, you'll have to catch me!"

You need to get some of the adrenaline of the past few minutes out, and you know good and well that the twins would find this amusing, if nothing else; so, you take off - and, of course, the boys (after sharing a glance) are both zipping after you through the water, laughing and determined to be the first.

Ultimately, although they both caught you first, Floyd from behind and Jade having outflanked you in front, you wanted to be sure that there wouldn't be an imbalance later on, especially not over something so small. So, you kissed them both with a hand over their eyes, so that neither could know who was the first. It may have been silly, but the way they smiled was so worth it.

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Baby Shark: Leech Twins x Small Shark! reader

So, again, not proofread, and this time typed in one setting on my phone

It might be crack? I had a specific scenario in mind for a bad joke and it sort of ran out of control

You had finally finished your pep talk to the freshmen of Octavinelle and were now walking, hand in hand (in hand) with Floyd and Jade, back to your dorm room - it just so happened that tonight was your date night, and you'd agreed to stay in and just spend some time together. Weekly date nights were something the three of you had made a sacred event, not to be toyed with. It was enstated at Jade's request, as he found himself becoming somewhat jealous of just how much Floyd's normal behavior kept your attention in day to day activities - though he wouldn't admit that outright, you could tell based on his increased, but subtle, requests for attention.

At first, he'd just be somewhat snappier than he meant to be - you came to learn that, from time to time, Jade would have bratty tendencies. He'd touch you more often - although subtle, as ever; he might have a hand on yours under the table, or having your calves pressed together, or a hand on the small of your back. When you didn't pay attention to his subtle signs, he'd have a hard time not becoming frustrated, as his genuine emotions were not something he was the most comfortable expressing openly at this point, despite how much you meant to him - as a result of the lack of communication, and not feeling heard, he'd become irritated.

You'd confront him, telling him that it hurt your feelings when he'd be snappy for no reason. "Jade, love, please tell me.. what's wrong?" You'd ask softly, hands clasped over one of his, having pulled him aside while Floyd went on to his next class.

He'd look at you for a moment. You saw the hesitation in his face, as he almost defaulted. He'd so often pretend that he didn't know what you were talking about, playing it cool - but today, with the softness in your eyes piercing his wall and the warmth of your skin pulling down every brick. His facade faltered and he frowned slightly before leaning down slightly and resting his forehead against yours, taking you by surprise.

Eyes closed, as if too ashamed to face you while he spoke the words aloud, he muttered, "I'd understand, you know - if you prefer Floyd's company."

Immediately you understood, and your hands flew to cup his cheeks. Softly stroking them, your brows furrowed, you speak with a strength that surprises even you. "Jade, my love - we came to be together in exactly the same way as Floyd and I, but you could not be more different. My time with you is the treasure of my heart, just as his is, but yours is unique-"

As you speak, slow and certain, you notice him open his eyes, lifting his head to better see you, though not enough to remove your hands from his cheeks.

"-the time that you and I spend together, just us, is usually quiet. We spend little moments together, simple things like cooking or studying in each other's presence. It may not always be the most interactive, but just being in your presence makes me so happy," you finish, brushing a few of his stray hairs to the side.

He was quiet for a moment, studying your face before humming faintly - in an instant, that signature smile was back and his hands removing yours from his cheeks and clasping them gently. "Well then," he began, cheerful tone returning, "I suppose we shouldn't change that." You noticed that, after a brief pause, his voice had softened slightly, and his eyes avoided yours for a moment as he added, "Although.. perhaps more active time together in addition to that might not hurt."

You nod firmly, before standing up on your toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Taking his hand and ready to move on, you begin to step forward before he pulls you back, his lips suddenly on yours with a surprising but not unpleasant amount of force - a passion that he normally reserved for very private moments. You melt in it, nearly losing your balance for a moment, before he pulls away.

This time, his smirk is real. Smug bastard.

And so, you two decided to have one date per week just for you, and Jade's moodiness seemed to subside.

Enter your other partner, Floyd.

Now, Floyd is emotionally driven at the best of times, and emotionally car-crashed at the worst of times. And him misinterpreting your sudden new habit of going on a formal date with only his brother, his usual unspoken invitation seemingly revoked from these instances, is what led to him beginning to veer out of control in the first place. Whether it surprises you or not, you'd quickly learned that change, at least in the things he felt were his and that he took comfort in, frightened Floyd, and that he would either lean into the manic or slide into the depressive when he was frightened in that way.

For you, that meant your already wild partner was taking things up a few notches. Someone asks for your help in class? He's looming over you trying to squeeze them. You have a study group to attend? He's tagging along and being a total distraction (a cute one for sure, but still defeating the purpose of the meeting). You're late to walk him to class? He's decided he's skipping today, he'd rather stay in bed awhile.

Now, you were a good partner. You wanted to give him his space, of course, but with this on top of the increase in acting out, you felt coming in and checking on him was justified. You opened the door to see that his room was more messy than usual (take that as you will). You walked over to his bed and took him in - pajamas on haphazardly and hair a mess, laying on his side and trying to go back to sleep. You sat on the edge of the bed for a moment and observe him. Normally, he'd shoot right up and hug you close; today though, he wasn't budging.

Ultimately, you decide to take only the most natural next step - wrapping your arms around his waist and being his big spoon. You're silent, save for your calm breathing and the slight shifting sound of his blanket as you rub soft circles through it and into his chest. A solid three or four minutes pass before you feel one of his hands come to rest on top of yours- loosely, at first, but it was progress. "...Won't you be late, Y/N?" He says, voice low, head not moving and hair hiding his face from you at that angle.

You shrug and squeeze him softly, quickly pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. "I might be, but who'd ever prefer Trein's lecturing to holding one of the most handsome Eels in the world?" You say, an almost lazy tilt in your voice - you nuzzle into him as you finish. Right now, you decided, he needed to feel like the most important person in the world. And for you he was, in that moment.

You feel him chuckle lowly at your little comment, and suddenly he's turning to lay on his back, facing the ceiling. You notice his eyes are puffy, and your heart breaks just a little. His grip on your hand has tightened, an anxiety in his touch that you knew too well. "Y/N... do you still love me?"

The way his eyes, tired from crying, fully stared at the ceiling, and the flat delivery of the devastating question was what pushed you over the edge. Still on your side and clinging to him, you pull him close and blink away tears, choking back a sob. "Oh honey," you're finally able to get out, "I love you deeper than the Mariana trench - higher than the moon. Whatever made you think otherwise?"

He finally turns on his side, now facing you, eyes again watering. He brings the other hand to your chin, lifting it and making you look at him. Teary eyed and lip near quivering, he simply asked, "Promise me?"

You smile, tears still falling slowly. Simply, you answer, "I swear."

He kissed you softly, something rare for Floyd. You take the moment in and try to memorize the way he moved, so slow and sure, yet almost shy, despite your time together. When he pulled away, he grinned, though it was certainly softer than usual; he spoke with an almost child-like excitement, "Does that mean you'll take me on your dates with Jade now, too?"

You exhale in slight disbelief, chuckling to yourself. Finally, stroking his cheek gently, you speak softly. "I'm afraid not, baby. That time is for him -"

His face began to fall, but you quickly you continued, "- but all that means is that you and me need to have some time just for us each week, too. All for you."

And, after being drowned in kisses and missing two class periods to cuddle, and answering calls from a very concerned Jade, you had helped him recover enough to finish out the day, and things seemed to get back on track in your unique relationship.

However, two dates every week while also working at the cafe, doing odd jobs for Azul, and being a full-time student quickly had you drained. Sometimes, you realized, you'd like some of your free time to be for you - after all, you did see them both every single day regardless.

And so, you and the boys sat down to work out a schedule that allowed all of you a better work-life balance. Ultimately you decided that, each month, one week would have both date nights. The next would have a date with Jade and the third with floyd (the extra free time in each to give the three of you some time to yourselves those weeks). That last week's date night would be one for all three of you - they are brothers, after all, and although surely not possible, you were worried that they weren't spending enough time together anymore.

That brings us back to the present, as the three of you enter your dorm room. You show them the snacks you prepared for your movie night (since you were "hosting" this week) and turn on your television. You're about to turn on a poorly produced, so-bad-its-good romcom when Floyd's treacherous hand attacks your midsection.

Giggling and calling for mercy, you notice he's snatched the remote from you and is entering something with his free hand. "What-" you choke out between giggles, "what are you doing?"

Jade simply sits beside you and pets your hair while Floyd continues. "He mentioned earlier to me that he had a video he'd like us to watch together - that you, in particular, would love it," Jade says, just admiring you as you're tormented.

Finally Floyd stops, giggling like a maniac himself when he's apparently found the video he'd picked for you. You sit up, Jade gently aiding you, and adjust your shirt and your hair. With a huff, still fighting off the remnant giggles, you ask, "Well, what is this video, anyway?"

With a shit-eating grin, he presses play and it hits you.

Baby shark, Do do do-fucking doo. And as you stare at the screen, squinting in disbelief at the audacity, you notice the time-bar. He's picked a 2-hour loop.

Floyd is losing it, and Jade looks less than surprised and more than amused. Those little shits. Well, if they want to play games, you'll play along, you decide. And so, you sat back, grabbing the remote and not allowing them to change it.

Floyd is the first to crack, complaining of his ears ringing. Jade only lasted as long as he did because he was amused by Floyd's reversal; soon though, he was looking physically drained.

By minute 12, they're both trying to pry the remote from your iron grip. You didn't often use your strength with them, but they had to learn. Lips drawn tight, you stand firm - or rather, lounge on your bed, firm. However, even a creature with no natural predators has their breaking point - at minute fourteen, you turn it off.

"So, boys," you begin, holding yourself up and giving them your best less-than-impressed glower, "Learn your lesson?"

Floyd grins, and taps his phone screen. Again, the cursed tune begins to burn your ears. Jade chuckles, and, patting your back, he coos condescendingly, "There there, love, you know you'll always be our only 'baby shark'."

Your glare slowly shifts to him. A pun? A bad pun? That's what all this has led to? Oh, these little bastards. Without warning, you launch yourself onto Floyd and, playfully of course, try to pry the singing phone from his hands. Managing to pause it, you allow him to overpower you (so long as that damn music was done). He starts kissing you again and again, all over your face - meanwhile, Jadehas shifted more onto the bed and, somehow, coaxes you out from under his brother and into a cuddling position- leaving one side open for his brother, of course.

Now, without warning or explanation, they'll refer to you as Baby Shark in conversation, even when with someone who's not in on the joke, and even though you play up the annoyed reaction to make them laugh, you honestly don't mind being their baby shark, as long as they will always be your Eels.

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Leech twins x Small Shark!reader drabble

Disclaimer: I have literally no experience really writing fanfic and am a shameless fan of being adored by two maniacs at once, and have a sickening case of twst brainrot, and also this was written in one sitting with no proof-reading, so give me a break

I just love the idea of there being a merfolk person who is a small breed of shark who just looks adorable but then can totes murder if necessary

Also maybe minor TW? Uncomfortable situation with a pushy jerk, but very brief and he gets his comeuppance so idk

He zips past you, laughing maniacally and frightening a group of underclassmen - “I’m in the mood to play,” he cackles, “I need someone to squeeze!”; you could just picture them as a school of anchovy, and he, of course, a hungry eel. They of course scatter, and for once, this was enough to satiate him. Usually Floyd’s appetite for entertainment would push him to grab one of the little fish up by their collar and give them a show of his pointed smile - his capability to swallow them up, if he had a mind to; however, the two people he cared for most were following not far behind, and his cute little partner would be somewhat dejected if he did this in their presence (even though his brother would only chuckle and observe). 

Jade, amused as usual by the suffering of the populace - but having the good manners not to laugh out loud - simply widened his almost ever-present smile slightly, eyes narrowing slightly as he walked close beside you. His gaze darted subtly after the fleeing freshmen - you could almost forget that the twins were predators, being so close to them an having inexplicably earned their favor, but in moments like these, it was a stern reminder of their nature. Of your nature. 

You purse your lips in a pout and raise an accusatory finger to wave at Floyd, not a hint of weight behind your expression when he circled back and looked down at you (both twins being quite a bit taller than you in their human forms). “Fish are friends, Floyd - not food!” You chastise, expression slightly shifting to one of exasperated pleading. “You promised me you’d try not to scare off all the new students before I could welcome them - it was Azul’s one job for me!”

“Aw, don’t be mad, Y/N~!” Floyd laughed, moving to your side and sliding an arm around your middle - he always had to hold onto you, someway or another. When he held you like this, it was both comforting and lighthearted; he knew your weakness for their affection. Grinning and nuzzling his head against yours, he adds on, “You can still welcome them, when they get done changing their pants~” Ah, that laugh again - endearing as it was, it lost him sympathy.

“I’m serious, Floyd - I don’t want them to be afraid of you; I want them to enjoy your company as much as I do! We’re their seniors, after all,” You say, crossing your arms over your chest and doing your best (only half-succeeding) to give a convincing pout.

Jade took one of your hands, pulling it close to his chest, and stroked your knuckles soothingly, speaking up with his signature, almost saccharine, tone, “Now, now, dear - you recall that all of the new initiates to Octavinelle have been directed to be waiting in the lounge for first-year orientation. These stragglers are merely in need of herding, and who better than us to provide? If we can’t do that, then what is our purpose?”

You hum, then nod, sighing softly and pulling his hand to your mouth for a chaste kiss (taking him by slight surprise, to your satisfaction).  As much as you knew he was simply excusing his brother’s actions, and his association by complicit observation, you also saw the logic - and you could never stay mad at your boys. They both knew your soft spots (it’s them - they’re the soft spots) and you honestly didn’t mind it so much, as long as they didn’t actually hurt anyone. Besides, you didn’t have much room to talk, based on how the three of you came to be in this strange but dearly treasured relationship.

You recall your first days in Octavinelle - at NRC in general, really. You, while lovely, were also still finding yourself. You didn’t see the beauty in yourself that your boys did, and this was even worse before they came to be a part of your life. 

You were a young merfolk, plucked straight from your home and dropped into a an entirely different world. Now, you expected things to be exactly the same as back home. You thought you’d be given your space, respected for your capability, and ultimately left alone. However, your human form was, evidently, very desirable to the students of NRC; you were approached far too frequently for your liking, and no matter how you denied and how you tried to politely decline, one admirer in particular wouldn’t take the hint. 

He had cornered you in the hallway after a class you shared as the rest of the class filtered out. He blathered on for the thousandth time this week about how you would be foolish not to take him up on his offer, how he’d be the best partner (eventual husband) you’d be able to find. This was enough to justify hurting him, frankly, but you composed yourself to the best of your ability.  Hands clenched, nails digging dangerously into your own skin, lips pulled tight to avoid scowling outright, you spoke quietly and matter-of-factly, telling him that you were not interested. That’s when he put a hand on your shoulder and    steeped in closer - and that’s when you momentarily saw red. According to Floyd, whom (alongside Jade and Azul, of course) was passing through, just about to interfere himself, you were magnificent - baring your teeth, sharper than even theirs and with a smaller row behind them; eyes narrowing to a near slit; and effortless strength on display, despite your smaller frame, when you brought the fool to his knees by your sheer grip on his wrist.

Jade says they restrained you gently until you regained yourself, which didn’t take long once the fool was actually gone, although for you the memory is fuzzy, and then together reported the student to the headmaster’s office. That was the day Azul recruited you to Octavinelle (despite your original placement in Savanaclaw), your unofficial position being right alongside Jade and Floyd as an enforcer - able to persuade in a somewhat more genuine manner than Jade, and able to intimidate in a slightly more off-putting way than Floyd, making you invaluable to their work.

You agreed to join in because, firstly and more superficially, you appreciated their keeping you from doing something you’d regret; but secondly, and more authentically, you appreciated being given the power to utilize your unique position in the ecosystem, without having to fall into a stereotype or pretend to be someone you aren’t. And, of course, having beautiful twin eels (who appreciated even your more feral side) as your coworkers (and eventual partners) didn’t hurt as a sign-on bonus.

As you worked with them, you came to care for both deeply, and even Azul, though you saw him more as a baby-man who needed to be protected at all costs, despite his ‘cool’, ‘business-man’ front. The twins, though, they had your eye in a more prospective way - call it your instincts, but between them both being fellow predators, both being hilarious and charming in their own distinct ways, and being aware of what you could do if provoked and accepting you anyway.  You always loved that, regardless of how you’d met, the boys had always treated you with respect, but also a sort of teasing condescendency. Back home, you were either avoided, sucked up to, or ridiculed maliciously by bigger predators. The twins, though, were arguably right on your level, if not somewhat lower on the food chain; this made things level from the get-go, and their teasing made you feel like one of them - no longer did you have to feel ostracized in one way or another. They gave you a sense of home, with their very presence, that you’d never felt anywhere or with anyone else before. 

For Jade, seeing someone who, during their first week, had been so composed, if awkward, handle themselves the way you did was what caught his interest. He thought you amusing, if nothing else - but that amusement soon melted into full-on adoration. You were kind to him without being put-off by his attempts to intimidate you; you made him laugh, and you never bad-mouthed his brother. As if that wasn’t enough, when he looked in your eyes, he felt he could stay forever - your beauty, you proved, was far more than skin-deep. For him, that was enough to be hooked. As much as he hated allowing others to hold the cards for him, he slowly began to allow you to matter to him. And you respected that, and you treated him with the consideration and care that he deserved, and he could no longer lie to himself about just how deeply you’d come to place yourself in his heart. For Floyd, you were of course attractive in appearance, and so that initially caught his interest; he wondered if you were really boring, though, as you made such little trouble in your first week; however, upon seeing you in full attack mode, seeing what you reduced that insignificant man-child to in mere moments - that was when he knew you were going to be fun! And, on getting to spend more time with you, despite your reluctance to intimidate others on purpose (afraid of losing control entirely), he came to find that your ability to still be soft and kind to him - never flinching when he’d squeeze you, never running from his snarls, never giving up on him when he’d fall into one of his depressive episodes - while having that power underneath the surface; that made you someone he couldn’t be without.

Now, the twins aren’t blind to the needs of the other, and of course they’d immediately recognize that they shared these feelings for you - luckily, they were used to sharing. And, frankly, you doubted that, even had you only been with one of them, they would be able to watch their sibling hurt in that way - just as you wouldn’t. So, when the two approached you with a proposition, you accepted. You would be both of their partner, and you would spend time with them equally, and you would be loved by two wonderful men.

Fast forward to the present, as you’re holding Jade’s hand and being clung to by Floyd, standing before the newest iteration of the Mostro staff, and you flash a wide, sharp smile - even though the little fish were visibly shaken, you (and your boys) were more than content.

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She's looking at furbies on etsy

Doodled @siren-is-a-cat's gal Sparrow again because she's fun for me ok

Idk why i can't seem to get the hang of stylized outlines (let me ignore my lack of ability to finish pieces please)

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Out of lace hell, hope it was worth it

Here's where it started (ref sheet)

And the end result

Renee (leftmost tall babe) belongs to @solomons-cooking

Lucien (center short king) and peepo (chicken/star of the show) belongs to @proxyoflucifer

And of course Sparrow (rightmost and most likely chaotic good) belongs to @siren-is-a-cat

I'm sorry it isn't further detailed yet, I do intend to come back to that ^^;

but as you come to know me you'll know I'm still not great with finishing stuff so thats why I figured this is better than nothing lol

Thanks for letting me draw them, they're such a fun trio and it was a great challenge, and I appreciate you trusting me to interpret your characters; I only hope I did them justice!

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Late night tv

Anyways here ya go @siren-is-a-cat , it isn't great but I do enjoy their interaction in the pose.

I may go back and redo the couch and some proportions here and there but I wanted to at least show the (kinda) finished product 👉 in case I don't 👉

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@roseytoesy has a soft girl named Rose and I find her v wholesome and cute so here's some doodles

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Alt design because we agree that the suits in game, while nice, are extra af

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Gambling is more fun as a team

Or is he more just happy to have her to himself for the day?

Anyways it's done kinda, hopefully its not too wanky @siren-is-a-cat

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There's nothing lonelier than a party

I'm sorry idk why I'm vaguely obsessed with drawing them @siren-is-a-cat

But on the bright side for Sparrow, several sets of eyes around the ballroom are searching her out at this very moment - each wishing to be the first (and, perhaps, only) one to find her that evening.

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Not great but at least kinda done Sparrow doodles

Thanks @siren-is-a-cat for letting me draw them, they're super cute and its nice to have something tp draw besides the abstract vague ideas I keep forgetting before I even draw them

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Is she a bad influence or just an enabler

@siren-is-a-cat 's oc Sparrow and Beelzebub up to no good

Thanks again for letting me draw them, and thanks for understanding about my lack of practice in coloring/backgrounds

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@siren-is-a-cat 's oc Sparrow

Had the honor of being the first person to draw them, and although I'm not very good with coloring yet I did what I could and am relatively okay with how it turned out

(My drawing left, picrew inspiration right)