sharkbitten-sailor

[sharkbitten-sailor]

reblogging for personal use + had to update it because,,, a forsaken slice of life arc might be the only thing keeping me functional at this point/hj

sharklings, forgive me if these ideas below are bullshit but i jst have to yap abt them at this point,,,

one of a kind – forsaken x creature of sonaria crossover au

~ thank you @mochiovo for this au name!!

the spectre messed things up so bad that now survivors and killers are stuck in a world full of the weirdest creatures imaginable. some are tiny, some are absolutely massive, and none of them make sense ofc whatdya expect,,, - you? you're built different. like, literally. instead of belonging to a species, you're a one-of-a-kind limited edition semi-creature. after the spectre incident, you somehow gained a second form. (aka your current human appearance) - so now everyone’s stranded in a monster-ridden dimension, trying not to get eaten, questioning their life choices, and attempting to figure out why they even ended up here in the first place.

forsakeners' shenanigans – forsaken x reader

it’s still forsaken, technically… but the spectre’s cranked the chaos dial to 11. survivors and maybe even some confused killers 'signed up' for a grim deathmatch. what they got instead? a comedy-horror improv show run by a power-drunk chaos gremlin. random perks? switched. bodies? swapped. trust? wait what is that?. no one’s safe, nothing makes sense, and spectre’s having the time of its life. hah. - this isn't an alternate version, it’s more like a mini-series (one-shots? drabbles? something like that idk) purely for fun. might get scrapped in the future, who knows?? but for now it exists :]

sunrise is late – forsaken x blocktales player!reader

sleep schedule + nonexistent = this was born im sry i cant- - after snagging the firebrand, you glitched so hard you yeeted straight into forsaken. aaaand you're not alone! congratulations, you brought company: some cool, some concerning. survival in this chaotic mess means keeping your wits sharp, because who knows what’s lurking next?

k done bai *died in peter griffin death pose*

[sharkbitten-sailor]

rq - plspls with a cherry on top could you write platonic HCs for older brother c00lk1dd from TRUD??? js cried for 30 mins over this ine fanart with him and c00lkidd from forsaken thnak u!! take ur time with this btw no rush

[tr:ud] c00lk1dd & sibling!reader headcanons .ᐟ

a/n; ah, my first trud request! this was originally meant to be deleted since i hadn't opened writing requests for trud yet, but thanks to the 100 followers poll, here you go!

warning: potential ooc & mischaracterization ahead, first time writing hcs for trud character so bear with me </3

- just a heads-up: reader uses they/them pronouns, is a survivor, and likely the younger sibling. they were supposed to be a killer but i feel like angsty today :]

- c00lk1dd has a mess of amnesia. he doesn’t remember you. or maybe he does? there’s something in the corner of his mind, whispering that you matter. painfully important. that he knew you once, deeply.

- but the memory never surfaces. your name sits on the tip of his tongue, always out of reach.

- and for you? it hurts more than anything else. because you do remember. he’s your brother. the one you loved so fiercely it still hurts to breathe.

- so instead of trying to make him remember, you avoid him. every chance you get. because pretending you’re strangers is easier than slicing the wound open all over again. besides, how could you ever be close again when you now stand on opposite ends of the hunt? one marked as prey, the other molded into a predator.

- it never fails to piss him off. that strange twist in his stomach, that feeling he can’t name. so he lashes out. targets you the second the round starts like instinct. sometimes, he even tries to make it brutal. like that'll fix something.

- but it never works. not once. the feeling’s still there. worse, even. deeper, sharper, like a blade turned inward. especially when you look at him like that. with those eyes. pitiful. quiet. haunting. and it sticks with him. even after you're gone.

- he starts look at you like he’s trying to solve something. not the sharp gaze of a predator hunting prey. more like someone chasing a memory they can't quite reach. like you're the missing piece to a puzzle he never knew he lost.

- they call him a monster. a glitchy brute with no soul. and maybe they’re right. but around you? he falters. every single time. blade raised, hesitation blooming. voice caught between a snarl and a question he doesn’t know how to ask.

- so now you’re often the last one standing. spared by ‘accident,’ or taken out quickly like ripping off a bandage. either way, it always leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. even now, he still can’t get used to it.

- it gets worse when he sees you patching yourself up with trembling fingers, panic mixed with tears in your eyes, blood that isn't quite yours staining your hands. there's something about that image that rattles him. a voice buried deep screams that this isn't how it should be. not you.

- and yet, trial after trial, he fails to stop. fails to act. fails to remember. all he does is hesitate. and in that space between memory and instinct, you always run.

- he doesn’t chase. not right away.

- he starts calling you 'kid' without knowing why. scowls after saying it, like the name betrays him. but deep down, it feels oddly natural. familiar. like it belongs to you.

- he won’t walk beside you, won’t look directly at you- but you’ll notice him lingering nearby. like he’s making sure the other killers don’t push too far. like some part of him still wants to protect you, even if he doesn’t know why.

- or maybe it’s that quiet warmth again. the kind that used to come from shared laughter and childhood secrets. now it flickers in your presence, foreign but familiar. he feels it every time you’re near. and though he doesn’t understand it, he can’t stay away from it either.

- might fidget with his gloves when you’re nearby. doesn’t know what to do with his hands. like they used to hold yours in another life and miss the familiarity.

- one time, seeing you fumble with your medkit… hands shaking, bandage peeling off mid-wrap… just snaps something in him. like the ache in his chest had been simmering and this?? this clumsy self-patching nonsense?? it boils over.

- he appears out of god knows where, grabs your wrist, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to freeze you in place and yanks the medkit from your hands. you don’t even get the chance to flinch before he’s roughly, grudgingly, patching you up himself. fast. practiced. like he’s done this before, a thousand lives ago.

- all the while, he’s grumbling. loud. frustrated. “you look pathetic.” “what, never learned how to wrap a wound properly?” “fool.” but underneath the venom, it’s panic translated into anger. he’s scared, because this wasn’t supposed to shake him like that.

- when he finishes, he doesn’t wait for thanks. he drops the kit beside you, clicks his jaw, and vanishes back into the mist with a choked static growl.

- you’re left behind with a half-wrapped bandage, a heartbeat in your ears, and the gut-deep realization: he still cares. he just doesn’t know how to show it anymore.

- hope sparked that day. you held it tight, chasing the wish that once felt too far.

- he doesn’t remember being your brother. but something in him starts to act like one again.

a/n; you can guess tumblr fucked up my inbox and drafts to the point it crashed out like this.. sighs.

[sharkbitten-sailor]

Quick question do you do fandoms that aren't on the list?

:D

heya anon !! good question you got there :D

sadly, not atm :[ right now, i’m only writing for tr:ud and (mostly) forsaken, and i draw artwork for blocktales. but who knows , maybe more fandoms will sneak onto the list in the future :pp

[sharkbitten-sailor]

hope u like it 😁

i just answered your wip art-

-AND I SAW THISSS?????????? HAWKK TUAH🦅🦅

OH MY- MY- MY - MAMA LOOK ITS MY SHAYLAAAAAA

HAXOR YOU COOKEEDDD YOU DONT KNOW HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME HRUGUGUGUEJE

I WILL PUT THIS AS MY BANNER IDC THIS IS TRULY A WORK OF ART.

THE RENDER???? THE AQUATIC THEME WITH THE TRAIN???? HELPP THEY ARE THE GOAT YOU CANT CHANGE MY M-

SEND ME YOUR OC IN MY INBOX RN I WANNA DRAW EM SO BADDDDDD

URRHRHRGHR-

*gets shot*

[sharkbitten-sailor]

komi.. i lied.. the fanart is NOT mini..

also the colors was by me 😁

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haxor can i kidnap you /silly

but omfg teach me how to draw pretty pretty please💔💔

and this wip sketch is already so good??? actual work of art jumpscare pending????

i can't waittttttt,,,,,,,,,,,, just imagine me twirling my hair and kicking my feet like a teenage girl rn

ilysm/p

[sharkbitten-sailor]

doot doot

HELP THIS STILL WORK AFTER THOSE YEARS????

[sharkbitten-sailor]

Hey, just saw whats happening. these people are really aggressive!! (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Anyways, I hope your better now. if it helps, ill draw a mini fanart 4 u? :)

im getting really concerned, this happened to mikkies,illumina and many more. People really have no shame T-T

Take care of urself and i hope you feel better! 🩹

hallo haxor !!

tysm for your kind words, it really means a lot to me .·´¯(>▂<)´¯·. i'm feeling much better now thanks to your care my heart actually melted reading this,, sobs,, ilysm/p

ik this kinda stuff happens to other writers/artists too, and i really hope people start understanding what 'boundaries' mean. sending all the good vibes to those amazing creators 🙌🙌

i def will!! and you too!! make sure to get enough sleep, eat well, stay hydrated, and keep creating cool things. i'm really looking forward to seeing more of your artworks :]

[sharkbitten-sailor]

i wa ts in mai inboc

ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot” in their ask box

[sharkbitten-sailor]

ON MY KNESS PLEWAS I BEG FOR A FORSAKEN X MAOMAO!READER HEADCANONS PLSSSSSSSS🙏🙏🙏🙏

normally i ignore rqs made after i've closed them (it's right there in my bio), but this one.

anon, whoever you are, please stop spamming my inbox. it’s becoming genuinely uncomfortable. you’ve sent the exact same request 5 separate times now. i see it. i’m not ignoring it because i didn’t notice. i’m ignoring it because my requests are closed.

please respect my boundaries. they exist for a reason.

[sharkbitten-sailor]

Hiii sorry to bother but your links in the masterlist don't work :(

SORRY ANON TUMBLR MESSED UP MY INBOX :,[[[

hey h, no worries at all! you're not bothering me. actually, ty for letting me know my mlist isn’t working </3

i’ve tried re-linking it like,. 7 times now?? and it still won’t cooperate. zamn vro whyy😭🥹

since the mlist is still acting up, feel free to check out my works by using the tag filter under my intro post !!

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[sharkbitten-sailor]

can i steal these

since the survivors get the cabin, i feel like it’s only fair for the killers to get a campsite

(not as “luxurious” because the spectre just sees them as tools/monsters)

+ silly hcs below cut !

they do get a campfire though, which means marshmallow roasting !! also, here’s a mini extra comic

[sharkbitten-sailor]

i just woke up

OM TELAMONNN IT MEANS A LOT TO MEEE ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

BEST DAY OF THE MONTH🥹😭

may I please request Elliot x axolotl’reader more hcs??? THEYRE SO CUTE

Also btw! Take care of urself!! Eat food, drink water, etc.. phone addiction isn’t really good…

[forsaken] elliot x axolotl!reader headcanons .ᐟ

a/n; i will, thank you so much for the thoughtful reminder. it really means a lot to me. and to you too!! no worries at all, i work on my computer, not my phone, so everything should be just fine :> aaand a little off topic, but i was listening to 'so bitter' + 'l'amore dice ciao' while working on this (❁´◡`❁)

< previous work >

- like i said before, you don’t talk much. just soft squeaks, chirps, and the occasional hiss. elliot? he’s practically fluent in your squeak-code at this point. - hiss? space respected. high squeak? boom! blankets, plushies, snacks incoming. chirp? he grins and softly asks, 'what’s making you all happy over there bud?' (secretly hoping it’s him. it usually isn’t, but one day it might be. he dares to dream.) - he acts casual when you're around, but his thoughts are anything but. he’ll catch himself staring a little too long when you nap, tucking your blanket in just right. 'look at them,' he whispers once, 'all peaceful and stuff.' then turns scarlet and hides behind a pillow. - sometimes he wants to poke your cheeks but stops himself. mostly. - before he pats you, he asks. every time. if you say yes? he melts on the spot like a popsicle under the sun. if you say no? totally valid. he respects your boundaries without making it awkward. - you're easy-going with most people, even that guy. elliot tries to keep you a little distant from him, tho. you might catch him mumbling under his breath when that guy’s around. yeah. very casual. completely not jealous. - but if you don’t feel like getting involved in that, then he won’t push it. he might be protective, but he’s not possessive. - one time, he thought it’d be fun to teach you to cook fish. y'know, being an axolotl and all,,,? you just stared at him like he betrayed your entire species. he still doesn’t know how to recover from that. 'but don't you eat raw fish all the time??' ...the stare intensifies... - because you rarely join convos, when you do speak up, he drops everything to listen. he’d probably write things down in a little notebook. - he sticks those notes to the fridge. allergies, favorites, dislikes. totally casual. totally not obvious that he has five sticky notes for you and just one for everyone else. weird wind must’ve done that. - after that, he realizes you're a big fan of fish and all things ocean-themed. - when you’re anxious, he floats paper fish in a bowl of water and lets you watch them swim. no talking. just fish time :] - believe me, he swore up and down it wasn’t like that. just a quiet friendship. just looking out for you. until the moment you flopped onto his chest, tail curled around his leg as if you didn't just pull a pizza delivery guy so effortlessly. - he went full tomato. red face with smoke on the head like a pot kinda panic. you? peacefully dozing. him? contemplating the meaning of life and love with your head against his heartbeat. - and that notebook? pfft. what notebook? the one with your favorite snacks, exact blanket preferences, and doodles of you with lil hearts by the margins? nah. must be someone else’s. definitely not his.

a/n; i had so much fun writing this! i hope you had fun reading too anon <3

[sharkbitten-sailor]

sharklings should i try an underground hangout game

idk i just take a look of its wiki and i find it lowk interesting,,

[sharkbitten-sailor]

may I please request Elliot x axolotl’reader more hcs??? THEYRE SO CUTE

Also btw! Take care of urself!! Eat food, drink water, etc.. phone addiction isn’t really good…

[forsaken] elliot x axolotl!reader headcanons .ᐟ

a/n; i will, thank you so much for the thoughtful reminder. it really means a lot to me. and to you too!! no worries at all, i work on my computer, not my phone, so everything should be just fine :> aaand a little off topic, but i was listening to 'so bitter' + 'l'amore dice ciao' while working on this (❁´◡`❁)

< previous work >

- like i said before, you don’t talk much. just soft squeaks, chirps, and the occasional hiss. elliot? he’s practically fluent in your squeak-code at this point. - hiss? space respected. high squeak? boom! blankets, plushies, snacks incoming. chirp? he grins and softly asks, 'what’s making you all happy over there bud?' (secretly hoping it’s him. it usually isn’t, but one day it might be. he dares to dream.) - he acts casual when you're around, but his thoughts are anything but. he’ll catch himself staring a little too long when you nap, tucking your blanket in just right. 'look at them,' he whispers once, 'all peaceful and stuff.' then turns scarlet and hides behind a pillow. - sometimes he wants to poke your cheeks but stops himself. mostly. - before he pats you, he asks. every time. if you say yes? he melts on the spot like a popsicle under the sun. if you say no? totally valid. he respects your boundaries without making it awkward. - you're easy-going with most people, even that guy. elliot tries to keep you a little distant from him, tho. you might catch him mumbling under his breath when that guy’s around. yeah. very casual. completely not jealous. - but if you don’t feel like getting involved in that, then he won’t push it. he might be protective, but he’s not possessive. - one time, he thought it’d be fun to teach you to cook fish. y'know, being an axolotl and all,,,? you just stared at him like he betrayed your entire species. he still doesn’t know how to recover from that. 'but don't you eat raw fish all the time??' ...the stare intensifies... - because you rarely join convos, when you do speak up, he drops everything to listen. he’d probably write things down in a little notebook. - he sticks those notes to the fridge. allergies, favorites, dislikes. totally casual. totally not obvious that he has five sticky notes for you and just one for everyone else. weird wind must’ve done that. - after that, he realizes you're a big fan of fish and all things ocean-themed. - when you’re anxious, he floats paper fish in a bowl of water and lets you watch them swim. no talking. just fish time :] - believe me, he swore up and down it wasn’t like that. just a quiet friendship. just looking out for you. until the moment you flopped onto his chest, tail curled around his leg as if you didn't just pull a pizza delivery guy so effortlessly. - he went full tomato. red face with smoke on the head like a pot kinda panic. you? peacefully dozing. him? contemplating the meaning of life and love with your head against his heartbeat. - and that notebook? pfft. what notebook? the one with your favorite snacks, exact blanket preferences, and doodles of you with lil hearts by the margins? nah. must be someone else’s. definitely not his.

a/n; i had so much fun writing this! i hope you had fun reading too anon <3

[sharkbitten-sailor]

hii! can you do forsaken x red panda user? (red pandas are my favorite animal lol)

it's okay if you can't! have a nice a day :3

[forsaken] dusekkar & taph x red panda!reader headcanons .ᐟ

a/n; ooh red panda? i think they're absolutely adorable. this is such a sweet request to work on, thanks anon <3

genaral hcs - small but fast, compared to other survivors, you’re definitely on the shorter side, but that just means you’ve got speed on your side! - your signature features? a big, cozy tail, small curved ears, and sharp claws. well, retractable claws, of course. handy for climbing, fighting, or just making a statement! - sleep schedule? completely unpredictable, causing nighttime chaos before crashing like a rock in the morning. (limbo time, as always) - climbing is second nature. whether it’s scaling trees, escaping danger, or using high surfaces for jukes (like in pirate bay), your claws are perfect for maneuvering. though half of the time it nerfed you... - blankets and pillows in short supply? no issue at all, your tail provides all the warmth and comfort you need. - everything you find precious or intriguing? marked. claw marks, scent traces,... you leave a little piece of yourself behind wherever you go, making sure everyone knows what’s yours.

dusekkar - finds you fascinating and feels bad that a creature like you got thrown into this game at the same time. thanks to it. - since i hc they have a soft spot for animals, he sometimes seeks you out in the cabin, not always to talk, sometimes just to sit in quiet company. - they really enjoy your presence, even when conversation isn't their cup of tea. your rambles, though? he likes them, actually. silly, nonsensical, fleeting thoughts, yet enough to ease the weight of hard times. - he asked, as polite as can be, if he could pat your head. you stared, blinked once, tilted your head just a fraction. - "…your ways are strange, yet not unkind. does touch hold meaning to your mind?" - half of the time you don't know what he really meant. through time spent with him, you start to catch their meaning,,, well kind of. you still need some time to piece it all together,,, - during rounds, he's extra careful with you, like a father tending to a child that strayed too close to the edge. always watching, always guiding. - even when he knows you've got this, he swears he's on the verge of a heart attack every time you say you're going to distract the killer. alone. - he's not particularly fond of your sleep schedule. wait... does it even exist? - because like, imagine him dragging himself out in the dead of night just to haul you back to the cabin or resorting to his staff to knock some sense into you. pain. - and the morning after,,, brace yourself. not only do you have to sit through his lecture, but also his endless rhymes. - ...you brought this upon yourself… no complaints. - he lets you in his room when he's not busy, and, without fail, you manage to mess up at least one thing every time/pos - surprisingly, though, he finds it quite amusing… even endearing.

taph - wait? what did you say? what- RED PANDA?? - straight-up obsessed/pos. wings twitchy. brain going brrrrrr. - at first, he just sits with you. silent. vibing. either absorbing your rants with the world's most serious thumbs-up, or just enjoying the quiet. not like you’d understand the rest of his signing anyway,,,, - he did try to teach you them once. it lasted three minutes before you got your mind wandering somewhere else. he hasn't tried since. just exaggerated gestures and drawings now. - he’s definitely thought about petting your fur. so soft. but every time, his hand just hovers,,, before he panics and pretends he wasn’t doing anything. - his wings? twitchy mess. every time you show up, they’re flapping like they’re trying to send morse code for 'what is this feeling'. with question marks,, - he tilts his head at you so often it’s like a reflex now. you say 'hi'? tilt. you drop a trinket? tilt. you exist? full head rotation like a confused raven he is. - 'best friends' happened casually. after committing mutual idiocy and surviving several questionable decisions. it just,, made sense(?) 'match my freak' kind of thing,, - you’re starting to understand his signs. 'thanks,' 'good job,' and the ever-popular 'SEND HELP IM DYIN-' - now he’s allowed to pat your fur. acts chill about it but he's melting inside when you purr and lean into his touches. - regularly uses your tail as a mattress. says nothing. just flops. it’s a routine at this point. - you once caught him trying to rate your purrs in a notebook. one page literally said '8.9/10 - warm, fuzzy, accidental snort at the end = bonus points.'/ref - drops his feathers on your nap spots. always at least one tucked neatly in your fluff. - if you misplace it? cue dramatic sulking. offer a hug? back to joy mode. - spectates when you’re distracting the killer like it’s reality tv. wings folded. mildly entertained. - once the rounds are done, you find silly and nice drawings tucked somewhere in your room. sometimes they're pinned to the wall, other times hidden under your pillow. - he once wrote 'red panda supremacy' on a wall with chalk. no explanation. refuses to admit it was him, even though you literally saw him do it. - he enjoys blowing up the killers' faces, yes, but if you're there? suddenly it’s all shits and giggles. he sets off a flashbang and turns to see you clapping like a seal. perfect day. - bonus points when he's setting traps and you’re just,.. sitting there. wide-eyed. watching like a suspiciously silent owl. sometimes you’re acting as lookout. - you’ve also definitely body-blocked a killer mid-trap setup once. you hissed. he waved. killer backed off. successful teamwork.

a/n; had a vc with my friends while playing forsaken and it was so fawking funny i can’t even type like a proper human anymore🥲🥲 also lost my voice from laughing too hard/nf btw the last part where raven boy’s setting a trap and reader body-blocks for him that was me and my friend using guest ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

[sharkbitten-sailor]

the trio kids and their laughs !!

(pardon the low quality)

[sharkbitten-sailor]

banner added! :] now there’s only the zero boundaries au banner left to finish,,, sighs. i spent more time coming up with an idea than actually drawing tbh,,

lowkey don’t like how it turned out tho.

prologue.

tw: slight swearing a/n; i won't say this was written at 2 in the morning </3 this is just a prologue for rfts!au, so it won't have much interaction with the canon. you can skip this cuz it simply sets up mc's lore and how they got forsaken, making sense of future writings for this au :]

life is meant to be good. or at least, that's what people say.

yet, as time moves forward, it doesn’t ask what you want. it simply shifts and changes, pulling you along, leaving you grasping at something that’s already out of reach. you tell yourself to adjust, to adapt, to keep moving. but deep down, there’s a quiet ache, an emptiness that lingers no matter how much you try to fill it.

there was a time when family was supposed to mean warmth - a space where love was unspoken yet ever-present, a place where laughter held weight. but that version of family never truly existed for you. it was an idea, a dream you held onto as a child, something you desperately wanted but never received.

now, as an adult, you stand alone in a world that demands independence. you walk through the door of a home that is yours, but the silence that greets you is thick, unwavering, pressing against you in ways that remind you of everything you never had.

it is not sadness. it is not regret. just a quiet, unchanging truth.

and still, you move forward. because you must. because you are learning, day by day, how to exist on your own.

✦

today is just straight-up terrible.

it all started with forgetting your files for the boss, which quickly spiraled into a barrage of harsh words and frustration from him. normally, he's not like this. perhaps the stress of stupid deadlines or an important meeting has pushed him over the edge? either way, the entire day at work has been filled with his annoying criticism, making your headache worse than ever.

later, when work finally ended, you dragged yourself home, your body aching and sore thanks to your boss, who pushed a ton of paperwork onto your desk and walked away as if it had been yours from the beginning.

you resist the urge to take a bath or cook something to ease your hunger; there simply isn’t enough energy left in you to do so. instead, your fingers curl around the doorknob of your bedroom, twisting it slowly. as the door creaks open, a gentle atmosphere washes over you, and the sight of your oh so comfy bed instantly draws you in.

without a second thought, you collapse onto the mattress, sinking into its warmth. the softness cradles your weary body, seeping into every aching muscle. your arms instinctively wrap around your shark plushie, clutching it close - a small, familiar comfort against the solitude pressing in.

as your eyelids grow heavier, a quiet sigh escapes your lips.

'maybe tomorrow will be a little kinder.'

hopefully.

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✦

you stretch, arms reaching toward the ceiling as a lazy yawn escapes. blinking away the remnants of sleep, you rub your eyes, the heaviness in your limbs lingering. short as it was, the rest felt... peaceful. no regular nightmares clawing at the edges of your min-

wait.

hold on.

why does your bedsheet feel awkwardly hard and empty? your hand moves, searching for a familiar softness that isn't there. your head turns, eyes widening just enough for the realization to hit.

this isn’t your bedroom. hell, not even your house. the space around you is foreign, like an old wooden cabin, stripped of warmth. a plain desk and closet stand beside what should be a bed, but it’s not. just a wooden platform, bare and cold, missing any sign of comfort. no mattress, no pillows. nothing that makes it yours.

whatever this is, perhaps a lucid dream, you need to understand where you are.

you push yourself up, stepping toward the nearest and only window. outside, a muted darkness lingers. midnight, or maybe the earliest hours of morning. but wasn’t it already morning when you woke up last? you’re sure you aren’t the kind of person to suddenly wake up twice, are you…?

something is off. but what?

lost in thought, you don’t notice the door- slightly ajar, just enough for a presence to slip through.

small. childlike. but not quite.

crimson-red skin, catching the dim light like molten ember. short, curved horns, smooth yet sharp at the edges. a restless tail flicks behind them, coiling and uncoiling in quiet agitation.

definitely not a child.

"a new friend…?" the figure murmured, their voice a mix of curiosity and wonder. they blinked once, twice, as if making sure this was truly happening. then, in a burst of joy, they lit up like a firework.

"a new friend!" they cheered, eyes shining like tiny stars.

"bluudud! pr3typriincess! hurry, hurry! we have a new friend!" their small hands waved excitedly, hopping up and down like they could barely contain the happiness bubbling inside.

"what the fu-"

by the time you even register their presence, there are already three heads peeking in from outside the door, eyes wide with curiosity. they glance at each other, exchanging silent questions like puzzle pieces fitting together.

are you hallucinating just now? maybe. maybe not.

but those three faces sure seem real enough, staring at you like you're the most fascinating thing they've ever seen.

a/n; if this goes well, i might expand it more than an oneshot. btw i'll add the banner later im way too lazy atm </3 [update: BANNER ADDED , YAY-]