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She's quiet and she listens, grip tightening onto her partner as soothing words were spoken to her. And she wants to take them at face value, truly she does.

But there's no guarantee that things that are 'okay' now. Will be 'okay' later.

If need be, though she'd rather avoid that outcome if possible...she could be the hated, distant parent. It wasn't too far off from what she'd done for years in her main branch of family.

Being cold but supportive was a role that she was more than accustomed to. One she'd played for most of her life at this point.

It was better than the guilt she'd have of robbing Kat of a child. Even though she knows that's ridiculous and wrong. And it was better than dealing with the potential of an angry teen ghost kit on their doorstep later in life, screaming about how horrible they were for abandoning them.

She's already had one angry teen blow up at her, She could handle another one. But she didn't want to put Kat through that. So she could handle taking the 'shitty mom' card instead.

It's these thoughts as well as the comforting words of her partner that make her feel more stable on her feet again.

The chances are small...but if she has to, if she can't handle it. Then she always has her back up plan.

She chuckles a little at the promise of not vomiting on things that would be difficult to clean and she gives a shake of her head.

"Well hopefully that won't be something that needs to be worried about and we can catch it in time. But you're right...we'll figure things out together when we cross those bridges. For now. Being back in bed sounds nice to me. What about you?"

She takes a step back, offering out her hand to her partner to take and move back to the bedroom when ready.

"I know.. neither of us were like.. prepared for this, at all. We haven't even had that ceremony you've been so giddy about planning."

She smiled a little, and squeezed her close when her head drops against her, just holding her while she shared her thoughts and fears, feeling the few floating tears that managed to escape, impacting with and soaking into her fur.

She bit her lip for a moment, her swaying tail gently curling around her shaking partner. For once, she needed to shelve her silly antics and speak with full sincerity.

"Listen, Luc.. we have a few months to decide. If they make it, I'm going to have this little one. If after they're born, we decide they're better off with another family.. then that's okay."

Still caressing her cheek, she leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, eyes closing.

"I know it's scary. I'm.. terrified too. Halfie pregnancies are hellish.. especially with a pure parent.. from what Eden's told me before. But we have a responsibility to give them the best possible chance that we can. Even if they end up.. elsewhere."

Taking her hand from its placement on her chest, she laced their digits, and placed a kiss to the back of her hand.

"I will never ask more of you than you can give. And I will never resent you for making a choice prioritizing your comfort, okay? We'll figure out what's best in the end.. for all of us."

She grinned a little, her purrs starting up anew while she affectionately nuzzled her face into her hair.

"For now.. I will totes try not to throw up on you. Or the bed. Ooor any other easily-staining furniture. Pinky swear.~"

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Confidence....Confidence was key, keep your tone normal, breathe....breathe.....STOP FUCKING FREAKING OUT!!

Her normal methods weren't working....again.

This happens, this always happens. Once she's figuratively tripped and dropped the pieces, her chances of being able to save face when in Kat's company especially....always fails.

And she knows why, knows that it's a good thing that she can't hide it, can't slap one of the many masks in arsenal over it and move forward. That it means that she instinctively knows that she can trust her partner, and be transparent with her.

But years of getting things drilled into your head about being perfect, about never letting people know what your thinking or what your next move is going to be.......

Years of learning to manipulate yourself and tactics to use on others.

Failure of performing...fucks with you, it fucks with you a lot.

She's stopped in her anxious pacing by soft arms pulling her in, and the rumbling sound of the feline's purrs are helpful, and it's in this current position that she's able to take a breath.

She leans into her paw and listens, blinking back a bit of mist of her own when her hand is taken and placed near that glimmer. small pink tinted tears had floated up despite her best efforts.

"I-I don't know.....It's much sooner than I was thinking, but...I do want a family with you. I just..." she drops her head against her chest.

"I.....am terrified right now. This isn't something that I can just...'try out' and see if I can handle it, I-It's a potential life that--that we'd be responsible for."

"W-What if it doesn't even make it? Or if it does and it turns out that...that I can't handle it? I'm not going to just leave you alone!"

The plan had very much been not to look.

Katrina trusted that Luci would be able to determine if there were any abnormalities since she'd seen her soul just recently, though the pink speckling of the gene could potentially make things more difficult, maybe the contrast could actually be helpful.

She couldn't imagine trying to locate a teeny light in Luci's soul if the roles were reversed, when the swirls of pink more or less obscured her core. It was mesmerizing to look at, but definitely would complicate looking for any deviance from her norm.

Her fur fluffed up in reaction to the thrum of energy that shot straight through her, and in that moment, both she and her partner's attention had been simultaneously drawn to the glint of their tiny souling, in equal reaction to their mother's energy spike.

Rather than the "controlled" panic that had colored her mate's words and actions upon confirming her condition, a contrasting calm had washed through the typically anxious feline, gently caressing a thumb over the spot their little seed had come to rest and grow, just shy of the center of her core.

While she certainly hadn't planned on motherhood now, nor had they as a couple discussed the possibility of children as a concept yet.. she was sure she'd made her personal stance on the idea well known, from her ranting at Luci's deplorable grandmother.

Ghost kittens, as she recalled. The thought made her soul flutter.

With a slow breath, she gently pushed her soul back into her chest, giving herself a moment to be sure she wasn't about to get hit with morning sickness again, before she slowly rose onto her feet.

Luci was still in a poorly disguised frenzy, shaky voice breaking into stutters of high and low volume while she tried to compartmentalize and plan, but for this, she was very much out of her element.

Before she could continue to anxiously pace, she stepped into her path and gently wrapped comforting arms around her shorter partner, a low purr starting up in her chest, meant to soothe both of them.

"Lucinda.. love, take a breath. It's going to be alright. It's not like I'm in labor. No rush to this.. okay?"

A paw softly framed her face up to meet her gaze, pad lovingly caressing her metal cheek, with a hesitant smile, her stripey tail swaying calmly to and fro behind her.

She needed to know one thing, before moving forward with anything else. And as fiercely protective of the life they'd created that she already was.. she loved and respected her partner's wishes even more.

Her free paw gingerly took her smaller hand, moving it up to press it in the fluffy center of her chest, directly above the faint glow, and beat of her occupied soul.

"I love you, geode.. no matter what your decision is. But I have to.. ask it. Please be honest.. I can take it. Do.. you want this baby, Luci?"

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He frowns as well at the mention of the other also not having much in terms of specifics from Fynn. Though he could understand he supposed.

Still...His cousin's habit of shutting people out, while it did seem to have gotten better to an extent. Was still something that he worried was going to get him in more serious trouble.

Though as he listens to Ro continue, it sounds like he might have already had his round about with serious trouble. He'd never really looked too deeply into 'pre-luxure' clients.

Pressing either one of them wasn't the best, and while stress was a thing to worry about....well maybe it was safer for the other to do that sort of thing, than it was for him personally.

Right....Coco, he did know Coco. Not closely but they'd exchanged a hello or two.

He holds his chin in thought, They were probably worse at explaining due to being worried about saying something that Fynn didn't want coming out. Either that or while they did have more information....they might not have enough to fully explain the way Fynn could?

"That is difficult to ask....not to mention, being suspicious of things like that could lead to a lot of misunderstandings." he frowns in thought.

"Lucy does seem to know something....but she doesn't seem anymore inclined to share information. She did mention something about steering clear of a fox monster? When I asked for a name, she just told me that it wouldn't matter what name she gave me." he huffs, taking another sip of his tea.

"If it has something to do with his past....does This snake maybe want his services again? Or some unpaid debt to paid?"

The concept of Ro being adopted made him snort. Not a chance in hell of that. Himself and Eden were far too alike. They even had the same squint of their sockets when irritated. Which, frankly was quite funny.

And while he certainly wasn’t going to say it aloud, He did certainly get his height and jaw from his father.

Not that he spent all of this time analyzing features of others or anything, just some things he’d noticed between his interactions with the family as a whole.

He shakes his head as the other talks about wanting to throw a tantrum instead, leaning back in his chair.

“Well you certainly could have a tantrum, far be it from me to tell you can’t if that’s what you feel would be helpful. Then after I could always grab you one of Ki-Ki’s juice boxes. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind sharing with her dear Ro-Ro.” He snickered.

“Hm…Could go chronologically but that’s also difficult. We could start with the apparent snake problem? Though I’m not quite sure how to feel about all of that myself.” He frowns with a bit of a click of his tongue.

“More specifics would have been nice, but he’s always been vague with me about anything that he decides to share.” He gains a small pout himself for a moment.

And Penny also hadn’t been told much about that, at least from what he gathered in their own conversations about it.

Which was understandable that he’d want to keep her out of stressful things as much as possible with the accident having occurred around the same time.

It’s fine, just had to keep scraping at the gunk from his cover. He’d get him eventually. At least he hoped he could.

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She takes in a breath and adjusts her glasses, though she could feel the anxiousness in waves as well as another wave of nausea running over her own soul. Taking a harsh swallow and bringing her attention to the soul at present.

Remember what you did when Oliver asked you to take a look...follow the magic flow.

Magenta colored hues followed along the protective stream of magic, This one was going to be much harder to spot, if she even could. Although...this was potentially their souling....HER souling.

Focusing in, she purposely sent some of her energy through the bond. Following the flow line again with her gaze and stopping at the white glimmer that she'd been looking for.

Bright eyes widening a little and she leaned back on her palms, giving a nod of her head.

Okay. It's a souling, and it's there. That's our souling.

Now what?

She doesn't know.

"You are definitely not going into work this afternoon." Is what she does manage to say, eyes still lit up and wide. She fumbles to take off her glasses and set them aside, expelling another breath.

"Okay....OKAY. This....This is a thing, that is happening." She takes in a large breath instead of blowing out and lightly claps her hands together.

"FIRS---F-First. Thing. That, We.....Are going to do. ISsss....Get you back to the bed, and I will grab......this!" her hands reach out and snatch up a mop bucket from underneath the sink, putting it into her inventory for now.

"Annd....I am also not going into work this afternoon......YES. I am not! I will figure all of that out. Things will be fine!" Don't mind the cracks in her voice, she is the most confident monster to exist right now.

There has never been one more confident than she in this moment, she is one hundred percent fine!

Whether it had been from the sharp mint of the toothpaste, or she was just bound to get hit with a second wave, no sooner than Katrina had spit the foam from her mouth and was about to gargle water, she instead had to dive back for the toilet.

It was little more than bile at that point, but she still shook and heaved, pinned ears pricking upright when she heard her partner leaving the bed to join her in the bathroom, miserably dropping her head against the cool of the seat, as she panted a little.

She was embarrassed to be brought so low, so quickly, but she appreciated the supportive rubbing along her back, lifting her head to meet her fiancee's gaze with a confused blink at the request.

She was a notorious airhead, but it didn't take long for the puzzle pieces to click into place, eyes beginning to widen in realization.

Oh it was mortifying that it hadn't occurred to her sooner! All the times she'd had to watch and sympathize with her friends when they were carrying for other monsters, she'd been witness to it all!

The frequent waves of sickness, the fatigue and now that she was very aware of her own soul, beating hard in her chest - the subtle heaviness that evidently became smothering towards the end. All the early signs were there.

She dropped back hard on her fluffy ass, blinking mist from her eyes that had begun to brim. She was immediately conflicted, staring up into her partner's eyes with her ears folding back, fur reflexively bristled.

They were magically bonded now, when Luci had taken things further in a passionate moment, and shyly consented to letting their magic merge, Kat had been completely over the moon. After her semi-botched proposal, she certainly hadn't been expecting them to take another step forward in their relationship for a long time yet.

It'd been about a week, and the feline's worry that Luci would come to regret that impulsive decision had more or less faded, but with this new possibility, that insecurity reared its ugly head.

Would this finally be too much..? Would she backpedal again, pull away and leave her to handle this alone..? Or worse.. would she try and convince her to give up the souling to maintain their relationship..?

Part of her screamed that she would never do either, but her fear of abandonment was difficult to completely smother, especially if a little light was now part of the equation, too.

Blinking back the fearful tears, she exhaled a shaky breath and nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She closed her eyes and after a beat of hesitation, called her soul into her paws for the other to examine, visibly shaking a little but trying to steel herself for whatever came next, bristly tail thumping anxiously against the tile behind her.

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Her arms unlatch the moment it’s mentioned and she rolls to the side immediately, arms semi extended still as she pauses and waits, wincing when the heaving started. Pulling her arms back against herself and pushing up to sit up more properly in the bed.

Maybe it had been the snacks…

And then she’s hit with a wave of discomfort, and her eyes widen a little.

No…..It was most definitely not the snacks!

She closes her eyes for a moment, letting the wave pass over her and taking in a breath. Pushing herself up from the bed now fully. She should have figured this out sooner…

No, It was reasonable to not have figured it out….and it might still be wrong. But, a freshly made magic bond combined with feeling sick a week or so later?

She’d known it was a possibility, but certainly an unexpected one. After all it was more common for monsters to have a magic bond than a soul bond, some even started out with a magic one and progressed to a soul bond later.

That had been the plan they were considering, Thus the term of ‘Fiancée’ that, and, She did actually want to have a ceremony with Kat. It’d be nice to have a proper one to further scratch out the memory of her first.

And while she hadn’t exactly planned for something like this now…she didn’t mind the idea either.

She gives a sharp shake of her head, smacking her cheeks with her hands.

LUCINDA! Focus! You still don’t know if that’s exactly what’s going on! Try to find out first! There should at least be a sparkle of one right?

She takes in a breath and stretches a little, picking her glasses up from the stand again and putting them on. If she was going to be looking for any signs, she was going to need all of her vision.

She crosses the threshold into the bathroom, kneeling down beside her partner. Rubbing her back soothingly.

“This….might not be the snacks dear. When it passes for a few moments, do you think I could take a quick look at your soul, Love?”

"Mhm.. when you're right, you're right.~"

The sleepy feline conceded when her partner snuggled back into her hold, flumping them both back onto their pillows, with a giggle when she nestled back into her chest fluff, letting her paw brush through her already-messy aqua locks, eyes beginning to close.

Tire began to crest over the icky feeling of nausea, but when her jaw was peppered with kisses, she snickered and peeked her eyes open again, the attention still drawing out steady purrs from her chest, lovingly pressing her fluffy head to hers.

"Def a good thing you're not a healer, you would maybe have to change careers. Because IIII- wouldn't want to share them. At the very least, you would have a pouty kitty waiting at home.~"

She pouted just to demonstrate her point, before poking out her tongue in a blep, and leaning in for a sneaky smooch to her blush-warmed cheek, her visible emerald eye shining with mischief.

"Good thing we don't have to worry about that."

Getting comfy again, she was about to pull their blankets back over them so they could get a bit more rest, until the nausea ramped up with a warning burn in her chest.

"Uh oh.. babe.. I need to get up."

Her fur was suddenly bristled up, ears pinned, and she swallowed a few times to keep the rising feeling at bay, having some experience in holding back sick at inopportune times, from her binge-drinking days. Not something she was proud of, but.. useful in this situation of not upchucking all over her partner.

When she was released, she hastily shoved back the blankets and darted for the en-suite bathroom, a paw slapped over her mouth as further assurance that she wouldn't make a mess to clean up later, making it to the toilet, assuming the position on her knees, and slamming the lid up just in time.

Thankfully she'd burned through most of dinner, so it was, in fact, just the contents of snacking that she retched, and coughed up into the bowl, slight tears in her eyes from the burn and the slight heaving of her chest as she expelled everything in her body, pressing her head against the cool of the seat when the feeling finally let up.

"I'm.. okay, Luci.. just gonna clean up, then I'll come back to bed.."

Shakily, she pushed herself up and flushed the sick down, staggering to the sink and washing her mouth out with water from the faucet, deciding to go the extra mile and brushing her teeth to rid herself of the aftertaste, tail wrapping around herself as a self-comfort reflex.

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The concept of Ro being adopted made him snort. Not a chance in hell of that. Himself and Eden were far too alike. They even had the same squint of their sockets when irritated. Which, frankly was quite funny.

And while he certainly wasn’t going to say it aloud, He did certainly get his height and jaw from his father.

Not that he spent all of this time analyzing features of others or anything, just some things he’d noticed between his interactions with the family as a whole.

He shakes his head as the other talks about wanting to throw a tantrum instead, leaning back in his chair.

“Well you certainly could have a tantrum, far be it from me to tell you can’t if that’s what you feel would be helpful. Then after I could always grab you one of Ki-Ki’s juice boxes. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind sharing with her dear Ro-Ro.” He snickered.

“Hm…Could go chronologically but that’s also difficult. We could start with the apparent snake problem? Though I’m not quite sure how to feel about all of that myself.” He frowns with a bit of a click of his tongue.

“More specifics would have been nice, but he’s always been vague with me about anything that he decides to share.” He gains a small pout himself for a moment.

And Penny also hadn’t been told much about that, at least from what he gathered in their own conversations about it.

Which was understandable that he’d want to keep her out of stressful things as much as possible with the accident having occurred around the same time.

It’s fine, just had to keep scraping at the gunk from his cover. He’d get him eventually. At least he hoped he could.

He is laughed at, and it's expected, but he still feels justified in shooting the biggest pouting face he has at Olly. There can be whatever apologies he wants to give, Ro will still pout with a huff, because he meant what he said.

Life gave them too much bullshit last year. This soap opera stinks, and he wants out.

Mentions of an evil twin get a snort out of him, his pout broken by a smirk and a roll of his eye-light.

"I'll let you know if it's suddenly revealed I'm adopted." He adds dryly.

That was something else shitty soap opera's did, right? Even if that twist was very much impossible, at least it was more probable than evil twins. At least in his universe.

Knowing what he did about things way out of his control, he wouldn't be surprised if there was an evil twin somewhere out there in the ether.

He leans forward to stab at his ice cream again, because there was no reason to waste ice cream just for theatrics, only to about spit the spoon out as he starts laughing. Fucking hell, life as a dommy mommy was not the kind of dom he asked for.

He could only hope that this year, she'd get her head on straight and at least have the decency of providing aftercare. Because there was absolutely going to be more bullshit, he just fucking knew it.

With a shake of his head, he licks cream off his spoon and goes for another bite. Smiling in quiet acknowledgement of Olly's roundabout compliment.

( It was shit like that, right there, though Oliver really didn't seem to realize how flirtatious he sounded, that turned a slight infatuation into a crush. Even though it has long since turned to a fierce fondness, Ro could still privately think to himself, damn Oliver, you have class. )

"I suppose talking about things would be good..." He sighs, scrapping the side of his bowl to get some of the melted cream in his next bite. "But maybe I'd rather tantrum like a toddler about it instead. What then, hmm~?"

"...also there's just.. a lot. I'm not sure what to focus on..."

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She gives a shake of her head, lightly pushing at her spooky paws with a sleepy giggle, draping an arm along her back as she’s pulled closer.

“Maybe I am possibly over worrying about this, and I know it’s not a plague.” She puffs a cheek at her, though it quickly deflated as the top of her head was kissed and rumbling purrs filled her ears again.

Her eyes squint a little, unsure if she should drop this or investigate more. It was just some nausea and a bit of a headache. With some rest it would probably go away.

She gives a nod at the promise, feeling the weight on her lighten just a little. At least for the time being, she wouldn’t worry too much about it.

“Thank you, Love. I appreciate it.”

With a bit of a stretch, she re-snuggles in to her fluffy captors hold

“AND If I was healer, then I wouldn’t be able to stay in bed with you right now. So, pretty sure restaurant owner is the better choice~” she replies with a bit of a ‘hmph’ tone to her voice.

Nuzzling into her fluffy chest anew, a yawn escaping her.

“So I suppose, my healing cuddles are just for you~”. She coos, making sure to be overly ‘mushy’ as she peppered the underside of her fiancée’s jaw with kisses.

Her quiet purring became more pronounced when she felt her partner's arms wrap around her waist, tufted ears lying back in contentment as her eyes closed, letting her head drop against the smaller monster's, holding her close.

She let out a small huff, with a playful puff of her cheek when Luci stirred from their loving embrace, to voice her concern over her well-being.

She appreciated it, truly.. she did, but she also didn't want to squander their extra, hard-won quality time together over something so minor, probably just ate something that didn't agree with her, or.. her notorious late-night snacking was the culprit, it was nothing serious.

"I'm fine, babe. Just some on and off nausea, bit of a headache. Doesn't feel like The Plague of Yester-Year."

She put plenty of emphasis on the title, both verbally and with spooky woo-woo paws, before they returned to their proper place, holding her fiancée close, planting a kiss against the top of her mussy bedhead, with a purring nuzzle of a whiskered cheek.

"I feel better already, from your like.. miraculous cuddles. Should have been a healer, not a restaurant owner. ~"

She sighed gently at the unease she could still feel radiating off of her partner, her fluffy tail-tip lightly tapping in her lap, but otherwise still in its possessive curl, ears pinned back in guilt for making light of things, when she was genuinely worried about her.

"If it gets any worse, I promise I'll stay home. Okay?"

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He listens, attentive and focused. Fingers brushing over the surface of the warm mug of tea. With everything that had been going on lately, he’d figured he should check in. While he had sent a couple messages to Fynn and Penny both, gotten some details. He’d tried his best not to push too much.

Even if he was worried. Especially after such an odd call from Fynn not long ago, vaguely speaking about Serpentine monsters that he needed to keep an eye out for and stay away from?

That didn’t exactly make much sense, considering there were quite a lot of Serpentine Monsters. While he couldn’t exactly call a few of them friends, there were some he was acquainted with.

Mostly from talking with some of the parents at pick up for Ki-ki. But conversations he had none the less.

Fear. Was what that message had been. And he didn’t like the sounds of that.

So naturally, once things had appeared to settle down a little. He took the opportunity to check in on his dear friend.

And it seemed things were about as bad as he expected.

Though he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him from Ro’s rather over the top exclamation, soon giving a small apologetic wave with his hand.

“Sorry, Sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh, It’s just…..this would be a horrid soap opera, though I suppose it would get quite the viewership going. Might need to add in an evil twin reveal somewhere though.” He gives a playful wink of his eye, with a soft shake of his head.

After taking a sip of his tea, he leans forward a little, as if he was about to whisper some sort of secret. “Well….life is a shitty dominatrix, she’s going to leave you sore and exhausted with no after care. And has a bad habit of dragging people back kicking and screaming for a second round.”

He taps his cheek some in thought for a moment. “As for why you specifically? Well, the strongest and often kindest people often face the most challenges.” He folds his hands together and rests his chin on them for a moment.

“In all seriousness though, Since there’s been no time for you to process….maybe going over it together would help a little? While we aren’t toddlers trying to learn the difference between dying and needing a drink. Sometimes breaking things down does help.”

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He can’t help the somewhat bark of a laugh that left him from her blunt response, waving a nub to disregard and continue. collecting himself with a small clear of his ‘throat’.

He listens and lets it all get out, saving his own responses for when she was finished, making sure that while he did want to give her eye contact, that he also was staring at her for too long.

Something that he apparently had a habit of from all of the times it had made others uncomfortable during conversations.

“It did make sense, that was an excellent use of a metaphor.” He smiles, reaching over to lightly pat her head with a nub.

“However, your head is not stupid. While I appreciate the apology. It’s not exactly needed either. You’re going through one of the absolute worst times of growing up. Though sometimes being an adult isn’t much better.”

He blows out some air making ghost bangs flip up for a moment before they fell back over his eye.

“You’re right, we’re not objects. And we’re not papermache crafts either, Not something to paste over. That can be hard to remember sometimes. And peeling back the gunk can be….exhausting.” He drops his head back against the dome wall again, turning his gaze back to her again.

“But…Maybe we can both work together on that, peeling the gunk off and making our covers more…personal. That is, If you’re willing to give this dusty old book a shot?”

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He chuckles as at the very least his offer of a pinky promise seems to help a little more with calming her down. letting his own nubby head fall further against the thick plastic wall. 

Maybe he wasn’t completely out of his element here. 

Or he supposed he at least had semi-good instincts on helping to calm the more overwhelming emotions. if nothing else this was certainly a helpful experience for when his own little one become a raging ball of emotions and hormones. 

Stars, he was thankful that was still a long way to go. 

It isn’t until she speaks again does he open his eyes once more, having not initially noticed that she’d leaned a bit closer. but there was no way he was addressing it. 

He wasn’t a fool after all, nor did he want to be smited in a play ground. 

The question however….makes the warmth in his chest grow cold. to be frank he was hoping she’d completely forgotten about his own outburst. a moment of weakness on his own behalf. 

He lets out a slow breath and lets his gaze wonder up to the brightly colored ceiling of the dome. 

“For a long time you and Lucinda were the only ones that talked to me like I was actually there. Granny as well but…sometimes I wonder if she’s really aware of much of anything now a days.” he explains with a bit of a sigh.

“The family….treats me like a trophy, sure it’s scuffed up and a bit dirty but if we spit on it and polish enough it’ll seem perfect enough on the surface. That’s all they really need me for anyway, to be the poster child to slap over their imperfections.”

“It’s only been recently that even Fynn has acknowledged my existence again let alone actually speak civil words to me. Or give me an ounce of trust for any situation that he might actually need help with.” a small frown forms as he thinks about it, giving a soft shake of his head.

“So even just being asked to pick you up was quite the big deal to me, even though I’m sure that sounds incredibly lame.”

“…you’re right, it does sound lame.”

The mutter comes after a long moment of silence. She pulls at her hair again, mouth twisting into a squiggly line. What she should do now… ugh.

After a momentary fight with herself, she peels open her mouth and very much does not look at him as she forces the words out.

“I’m sorry.”

“Cause of everything… it’s… it’s hard to see…” 

The words aren’t coming out right. She growls in frustration and reaches up, pulling her ears with both nubs.

“IF I was using my stupid head better, I would’ve realized that shitty is a fucking trait in our family not just reserved for my dad. So, I guess, what I’m trying to get at is… I’m sorry for being a pissy, difficult brat on top of all the shit you already have to deal with. You didn’t need my brand of shitty shoved right up in your face too. But, also…”

She frowns, squinting at Oliver from the corner of her eye.

“You have to figure out what a book is about before you decide you don’t like it. We’re monsters, not objects- which clearly is a fucking issue we all have processing about each other in this fucking family- but still. Book metaphor for a sec.”

She drops her ears and does a little ghostly shrug.

“Fynn’s reading comprehensions is shit. He gets distracted by shiny, flashy things, decides things based on that first glance alone, and doesn’t even consider looking at anything else. So… I guess it’s just been hard for him to actually look and see what you look like beyond the pasted-on shit the families put over you. If that makes any sense …did that make any sense?”

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She lets out a small noise of surprise as she's pulled back against her fluffy chest, cheeks warming a little from the warmth of her position. Wrapping her arms around her waist as she resettled into their current position.

"Mm, I'm sure they'll appreciate whichever one that you choose, dear," she replies with a chuckle, nuzzling into the soft paw of her pad when it framed her now glasses-less face.

She continues to stroke her partner's cheek, returning the kiss happily. Snuggling a bit more into her chest, and her hand gently stroked her partner's back.

Her gaze went from total contentment to a bit of concern now as she lifted her head a little from the fluff. 

"Are you alright though? While it's not abnormal for you to lament about getting up, this one felt like there was a bit more to it." She gently presses her forehead against the others.

Hopefully she wasn't getting a cold or something. She knew that those tended to go around this time of year. One of the reasons that she disliked winter was that the chances of illness increased, the same reason as to why she wasn't particularly fond of spring either.

Nothing against the seasons themselves, but the issues that came with them were what bothered her most.

"If you're not feeling well, I definitely don't want you trying to push yourself. So, if you're not feeling better by this afternoon, then stay home and rest, please?"

From X.

@olivethesecuties

When the feline had woken up with a small headache, plus a cresting rise and fall of fluctuating nausea, she was naturally, very reluctant to rise within the next hour or so.

When her fiancée began to stir and rolled over in their spooning position to face her, eyes still closed, Katrina couldn't help but drop her head onto her chest, and grumble her request for a lazy day-in, not exactly expecting Luci to try and grant it.

Tufted ears twitched when she felt her hands cupping her face, quiet purring starting up, complete with an affectionate nuzzle of her cheek against her stroking fingers, both half-closed eyes visible with her bangs being moved aside, able to quietly stare up at her companion, through her good, and blurred- defunct eye.

She smiled at the playful tap of her fingertip to her nose, but lamented the thought of letting the world burn in their bed all alone, with a muffled whine and outward stretch, arms wrapping around her mate to bury stubbornly in her side, fluffy tail swishing agitatedly beneath their blankets.

She otherwise remained quiet so Luci could conduct her calls in peace, opening her eyes and peeking up from her side when she delivered the news, it had sounded promising, but at the confirmation, she tightened her embracing grip, sitting up enough to pull her partner back against her fluffy, bare chest.

"I absolutely did not prearrange it, but bless Minnie and Lola. I gotta like.. get them something nice, or make sure to pick up shifts when they need it."

She nodded her head in compliance, her tail sweeping over to curl around her lover's lower half, carefully removing Luci's glasses to return to the nightstand, before framing her face against the soft pad of her paw, leaning in to pull her into warm kiss, with a soft giggle.

"I'll totes be ready to tolerate the world by the afternoon, promise.~"

[olivethesecuties]

"Can we have a like.. lazy morning in bed? Just cuddle, and like.. tell the world to totes fuck off for a while?" - @minifrenchfry-kabbit

@minifrenchfry-kabbit

She rubs at her sleep blurred eyes with the heel of her hand. Trying to blink away the sleepiness, tilting her head a bit as her partner made her quiet request.

With her vision clearer than before, she glances toward the clock. It was still early enough to make a call or two. Though said individuals would be rather annoyed about the whole thing.

She picks up her glasses from the nightstand and slips them on, turning her full attention to the lovely cat monster, whom had dropped her chin on her chest to make this quiet request.

Fingers lovingly pushing back the bangs that covered her eye, while the other hand stroked her cheek with a thumb.

"Well that entirely depends on if Minnie and Lola can both cover this morning. If not, then I'm afraid you'll have to tell the world to fuck off either at work, or potentially in bed alone~" she teasingly taps the tip of the felines nose, before grabbing her phone off the charger and going about the process of making the calls.

Both girls sounded like they'd already been awake for some time, which considering how early it was, made her shiver just a little. She used to be up far earlier than this and she knew it, but with the extra warmth of her partner...she'd been sleeping in longer lately.

She swipes the end of the last phone call, and gives a small shake of her head. "I swear you prearranged this somehow...We have the morning covered, but we still have to come in for the afternoon. No if's and or but's about it Missy~".

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ways to ask about it.

"You don't talk about it."

"Will you tell me?"

"Some people never want to share. That could just be what it's like for you."

"It's not, like, toxic sludge. It's not 'share what happened or die'. But it might help."

"There's something you're carrying, and I think it hurts you."

"I'd believe you, you know. If you told me."

"When you are ready to tell me, I will be ready to listen."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Was it bad?"

"What's rattling around up there?"

"You obviously don't trust me enough."

"You want me to ask? Fine. What happened to you? What made you walk away back there? What did you never bother to tell me?"

"What did they/he/she do to you?"

"What did they take?"

"You know I'm on your side."

"Did he/she/they hurt you?"

"Did he/she/they attack you?"

"Do you feel safe when they're here?"

"You look uncomfortable."

"Tell me."

"I care."

[olivethesecuties]

Cuddles & Snuggles

"It's chilly tonight. Mind if we snuggle up for some warmth?"

"I could use some cozy company."

"I love how we fit together like puzzle pieces when we cuddle."

"Can we have a cuddle session tonight?"

"I just need to feel your arms around me."

"I'll wrap you up."

"I had a rough day. Can we just snuggle?"

"I can't help but smile when we cuddle. It's my happy place."

"Let's cuddle our worries away."

"I love the way your body fits perfectly against mine when we snuggle."

"Let's get cozy."

"Can we spend the whole night snuggled up together?"

"When we cuddle, everything else fades away. It's just you and me in our own little world."

"There's something so comforting about the way you hold me when we cuddle."

"I'll never stop holding you tight."

"Cuddling with you feels like coming home after a long journey."

"Can we have a lazy morning in bed, just cuddling and forgetting about the world?"

"There's a sense of security I feel when we cuddle. It's like all my worries melt away."

[olivethesecuties]

please don’t take my sunshine away … sentence starters

tw for mentions of cheating, break ups, injury, and death

“It’s too late to apologize.”

“No, I can’t lose you, I can’t!”

“All of your stuff is on the front lawn.”

“We were never meant for do or die.”

“Don’t die… Don’t die on me. Please…”

“We were always meant to say goodbye.”

“You don’t want me, baby, please don’t lie.”

“’Sorry’ in your voice doesn’t mean a thing.”

“I just don’t think we’re working out anymore.”

“Give me one more chance. Just one. Please.”

“I didn’t make the choice to give us up. You did.”

“You say you love me. And I think you did… once.”

“We were supposed to be perfect for each other…”

“Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me.”

“Please don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

“No, please don’t… please, don’t leave me. I love you.”

“Please, fight this. You have to fight it. You have to live.”

“Don’t touch me. Haven’t you hurt me enough, already?”

“I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it.”

“I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.”

“People like you always want back the love they gave away.”

“You know that I love you so. I love you enough to let you go.”

“You can make it through this. I know you can. Y-you have to…”

“No. Oh, no. No no no. This can’t happen. No. You can’t die—!”

“It wasn’t anything either of us did. I think we just ran our course.”

“I kept giving you chances, and you kept wasting them. I’m done.”

“I don’t know how to word this, but I just… don’t love you anymore.”

“I loved you. I gave you everything. And you go and break my heart.”

“God, no, just stay awake, please! Don’t let go… I need you. I need you!”

“What, did you think I’d never find out? You think I’m that naive? Get out.”

“All these memories, and you went and threw it away… for what? I hope it was worth it.”

“I made you my temple, my mural, my sky… now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life.”

“And I want you to know, you couldn’t have loved me better, But I want you to move on, so I’m already gone.”

“You tell me that you love me more than anything you’ve ever known. So, why, then do you find it so easy to break me?”

[olivethesecuties]

╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : Assorted Sentence Prompts a set of various original sentence prompts !

— STATEMENTS

❝ i miss you. ❞ ❝ you can’t leave me here ! ❞ ❝ get in the car. ❞ ❝ it’s not about you. ❞ ❝ it isn’t your fault. ❞ ❝ i’ve made my decision. ❞ ❝ it’s cold out, take a coat. ❞ ❝ let me know you got there. ❞ ❝ this isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. ❞ ❝ that doesn’t sound like the you i know. ❞ ❝ i can’t lose you. ❞ ❝ don’t try to hide things from me. ❞ ❝ i care about you. ❞ ❝ you care. i can see it in your eyes. ❞ ❝ you don’t want this. ❞ ❝ i didn’t realize how late it was. ❞ ❝ slow down, start from the beginning. ❞ ❝ here, drink this. ❞ ❝ lie down, you’re going to hurt yourself. ❞ ❝ you need rest. ❞ ❝ i haven’t slept in days. ❞ ❝ i’ve been having nightmares. ❞ ❝ i love you. don’t forget that. ❞ ❝ i can’t believe you did that. ❞ ❝ yeah, i know. ❞ ❝ i don’t remember. ❞ ❝ let me help you. ❞ ❝ i don’t need your help. ❞ ❝ i want to help you. please, let me help you. ❞ ❝ that storm doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. ❞ ❝ i think we’re stuck here. ❞ ❝ it’s only a matter of time. ❞ ❝ there’s something about you. i don’t know what it is, but i know it’s there. ❞ ❝ say that again. ❞ ❝ i’d do anything to make you happy. ❞ ❝ there’s that smile ! there’s that smile i love ! ❞ ❝ no, don’t try to hide your beautiful smile from me. ❞ ❝ it’s a beautiful night. ❞ ❝ walk with me. ❞ ❝ you can’t run forever. ❞ ❝ you can’t keep running away like this. ❞ ❝ you look like royalty. ❞ ❝ it doesn’t matter. ❞ ❝ i don’t care anymore. ❞ ❝ please, just leave. i need to be alone. ❞ ❝ don’t try to hide your feelings from me. i know you. ❞ ❝ you look gorgeous. ❞

— QUESTIONS

❝ what are you doing ? ❞ ❝ what is that ? ❞ ❝ what happened ? ❞ ❝ what happened to you ? ❞ ❝ what happened to me ? ❞ ❝ are you free tonight ? ❞ ❝ where are you going ? ❞ ❝ will you stay with me ? ❞ ❝ how long has it been ? ❞ ❝ where have you been ? ❞ ❝ who is that ? ❞ ❝ who am i ? ❞ ❝ who are you ? ❞ ❝ i’ll come get you, where are you ? ❞ ❝ does this look nice on me ? ❞ ❝ why are you doing this ? ❞ ❝ do you remember ? ❞ ❝ do you remember me ? ❞ ❝ do you remember who you are ? ❞ ❝ what are we doing here ? ❞ ❝ please, stay ? ❞ ❝ how have you been sleeping ? ❞ ❝ did you do this ? ❞ ❝ do i even know you anymore ? ❞ ❝ may i have this dance ? ❞ ❝ how do you like your [ tea / coffee ] ? ❞ ❝ what did you just say ? ❞ ❝ you’re not very good at keeping conversation, are you ? ❞ ❝ am i boring you ? ❞ ❝ how is my impression on you going ? ❞ ❝ did you rehearse this ? ❞ ❝ how long until you believe that you can trust me ? ❞ ❝ can i get you something ? ❞ ❝ what can i do to help ? ❞

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↠ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄 . ( sentence starters for the muses that would rather die on their feet than live on their knees; and intend to do so together. feel free to adjust wording / pronouns accordingly. )

❛ you aren't going anywhere without me. ❜ ❛ i'm with you. ❜ ❛ you aren't getting rid of me that easy. ❜ ❛ there's nothing here for me without you. ❜ ❛ are we good to go? ❜ ❛ we're in this 'til the end. ❜ ❛ it's you and me. ❜ ❛ do you really think i'm going to let you do this alone? ❜ ❛ you think i'll let them hurt you? ❜ ❛ i'd follow you anywhere. ❜ ❛ let's fucking go. ❜ ❛ don't ask me to go. ❜ ❛ you're stuck with me. ❜ ❛ i'm coming with you. ❜ ❛ did you think you were going anywhere without me? ❜ ❛ fuck 'em up. ❜ ❛ what do you mean? we're tight. ❜ ❛ did you tell him not to put us in a room together? ❜ ❛ don't forget to add me in that. ❜ ❛ just give me that look if you need help. ❜ ❛ and score one for team awesome. that's us. ❜ ❛ quit your worrying. get over here. ❜ ❛ i always feel better when you're with me. ❜ ❛ when was the last time we got to do this? ❜ ❛ i'll have your back. ❜ ❛ are you bleeding? ❜ ❛ i had your back out there. you don't have to worry. ❜ ❛ did you just say your leaving? no you're not. not without me. ❜ ❛ we're like field trip buddies. but if the field trip got violent. ❜ ❛ dude thinks he's hot shit. let's fuck him up. ❜ ❛ how does kicking ass and taking names sound? ❜

[olivethesecuties]

'𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲' 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

prompts designed around the concept of a character having a difficult day and another character arriving to help/support/care for them! i made these prompts on @soulprompts. DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR REPOST IT OR CLAIM AS YOUR OWN.

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

" you look like you could use a hug. "

" please tell me you didn't cancel your plans for me... "

" don't be silly, you're much more important than some tinder date! "

" where's your jacket? i'd like to show you something, and it'll involve a bit of walking. "

" you know i'm always here for you, don't you? no matter what. "

" hey, now... i'm only ever a phone call away. "

" come on. let's get you to bed. "

" i'm listening. "

" hey, do you have any spare pajamas? i'm going to sleep on your couch tonight; that way you just need to shout if you need me. "

" what are your nightmares about? they may not be so bad if you talk about them. "

" another nightmare? "

" hey now, no more apologizing. i'm glad you called me; i meant it when i said any time, any place. "

" you know you're never a nuisance nor a burden. not to me. "

" i'm helping you, and that's final. i'm not taking no for an answer. now. where's your kitchen? i'm making us some comfort food. "

" maybe you think it's your job to look after everyone else. but it's not supposed to be like that. it works both ways. and now it's my turn to look after you. okay? "

" hey, now. you've been helping me ever since we met. it's about time i started repaying the favor. "

“ i’m so proud of you. i know it’s hard to get past these rough days, but... i still want you to know that i’m proud of you. “

“ you know, i reckon our bond is definitely strong enough to endure whatever it is that you need to get off your chest. “

“ it’s alright, now... i got you. “

“ you don’t need to worry about scaring me off. i’m not going anywhere. you can try as hard as you want, but there’s nothing you can say that’s going to make me like you any less. “

“ you know, i make the best hot chocolate in the world. seriously, i’ve asked absolutely everyone on the planet. everyone except you... what do you say? wanna make it a global fact? “

“ let’s go smash some stuff until you’re ready to talk, okay? “

ACTION PROMPTS.

[ TEA ]: sender prepares a mug of hot tea for the receiver.

[ BLANKET ]: having found the receiver either sleeping or just lying on the couch, sender gently takes a blanket and drapes it over them.

[ BATH ]: sender runs a hot bath for the receiver after a particularly challenging day.

[ DINNER ]: having learned that the receiver has had a difficult time lately, sender arrives at their door with their favorite dinner and drinks.

[ COOK ]: in an effort to boost the receiver's spirits, sender arrives with all the ingredients needed to make the receiver's favorite comfort food, with the well-intended intentions of cooking it for them.

[ FORT ]: sender builds a blanket fort for the receiver following a long and difficult day.

[ HUM ]: sender hums gently under their breath to soothe and comfort a distressed receiver.

[ WIPE ]: after the receiver has stopped crying, sender tenderly leans forward, cups their face in their hands, and wipes their tears away.

[ JOURNEY ]: noticing the receiver has had a particularly rough day, sender invites them to accompany them on a walk or drive to get out of the house.

[ HAIR ]: as the receiver leans against them/lies in bed, sender begins to run their hand through their hair to soothe them until they relax or fall asleep.

[ CARRY ]: sender lifts a (nearly) sleeping receiver and carries them into their bed, tucking them in in the process.

[ GUIDE ]: sender physically guides an exhausted receiver into their bedroom, following weeks of very little sleep and very high amounts of stress.

[ BESIDE ]: receiver wakens from their first genuinely restful sleep in weeks, to find the sender asleep next to them, having been holding the receiver throughout the night to help them fall asleep.

[ BEDSIDE ]: receiver wakens from their first genuinely restful sleep in weeks, to find the sender asleep in an armchair by their bedside, having stayed there for the night in case receiver had a nightmare or needed them in any other way.

[ KISS ]: as a gesture of comfort and affection, sender leans forward to kiss the receiver on the forehead.

[ HAND ]: noticing the receiver is close to tears, or otherwise struggling with an unseen but considerable burden, sender gently takes their hand and holds it in an attempt to comfort and encourage them.

[ RUB ]: sender gently rubs receiver's back in a soothing motion.

[ TV ]: sitting next to the receiver on the sofa, sender joins them in watching their favorite show/movie on the television.

[ HOLD ]: as soon as the receiver opens the door and realizes the sender is there, sender wordlessly opens their arms out, and gives the receiver a warm, sorely needed hug.