#AHH THANK YOU FOR THE ASK

[yellow-faerie]

An edit for Nibenaes or Legolas' sisters?

Ok so the Legolas' sisters edit rather got away with me so wait a hot second for that one to appear. But as I did want to keep you waiting, here's the Nibenaes edit (with a small ficlet attached :))

There is poison running through her blood: she thinks she can almost feel it.

Like drinking from a stream on a hot day, the wicked thing crawls through her veins, making its way from the wound in her stomach up to strange her heart and brain.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles around a thick tongue. "I said we would be married after the war."

Rochind is obviously trying not to cry as he gently brushes her hair from her face. "It is alright meleth-nin, this parting will not be forever."

It is difficult to move now but she finds the energy within her to press her cheek further into Rochind's comforting touch. He gently runs his thumb over her cheek.

"Sleep, find peace so that we might meet again and be married."

"Do you...promise?" she asks through the murkiness in her brain.

"Of course, of course I promise. Betrothed, I love you and I-" hus voice cracks- "I will always find you again."

+

"Through here," Déowine says as Haleth's daughter appears from the shadows of the village outskirts.

She smiles - she knew Déowine's mother, who was a member of Haleth's original honour guard - and takes entry to the long hut.

There are a few villagers milling around, tending the fire and cutting up food. Their conversation dies as she enters but it is replaced by a hacking cough as Haleth pushes herself up in her bed.

"Mother," she says and hurries forward to help her sit against her cushions properly. "You are ill, you shouldn't move-"

Haleth scowls. "Nonsense, I shall sit up and look my daughter in the eye when we talk."

"Of course Mother," she acquiesces and perches herself on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"I am old, my daughter, I have not felt truly well for many winters. I do not believe that I shall make it through this one."

She knew that this waws coming - such was the fate of mortals - but it still hurts to hear it from her mother's lips. They have always had their differences, have never got on perfectly, but to lose her...

"Do not cry Haldis, for your tears could be put to better use."

Haleth is not a soft person and certainly not a soft mother, so Haldis wipes away her own tears and turns the conversation to the last harvest.

+

"Oi Fëanorian! Get out of our city!"

She stops in the middle of the street as a stone hits the back of her head. Canaer growls beside her but she grabs xem by xir arm and keeps xem close to her side as the elf behind her yells something else that's muffled by the crowd.

"Hey, you can't just let that go!"

"Yes, I can. It's not worth getting into a fight, they were drunk anyway."

"I'm telling Arasell."

"Sure, be my guest. She'll agree with me." She finally lets go of Canaer's arm, determining that they are far enough away that xe won't turn right around to punch a drunk, grieving elf in the face.

"They insulted your family, surely-"

She turns around sharply and the expression she is making is enough to cut Canaer short.

"Insults and honour and that sort of nonsense is what got them into this situation." She swallows, and turns back to the road. "In any case, I'm not considered part of the House of Fëanor anymore."

"Really?" Canaer asks, incredulity crereping into xir voice.

"Yes, now just...drop it. Please."

+

She doesn't like parties, for they're too loud and invoice to much small talk (which she hates) but thankfully her father is of the same mindset and so parties in Nenost are irregular.

"On your third glass of wine already?"

"Fuck off Nelladon."

Nelladon laughs. "Ooh irritable today Carnistiriel?"

She swigs the rest of her glass down. "I'm going to kill you."

He shoves his own, half finished beer into her other hand, and gives her a lopsided smile. "I'd better escape then, hadn't I? I think I see someone who needs a dance anyway."

He gives her a soft punch in the arm and disappears into the crowd again.

+

"Haldottir," she's called by the Haladin who march to the Nirnaeth Aroediad.

They ask if she's going to fight, where she's going to fight, and look at her expectantly.

She is very good at avoiding the question. Her father forbade her from fighting, after all: she is to stay at camp and help the healers prepare for injured or a retreat.

Whichever comes first.

"Haldottir," they call her and she hates it.

She tells Crinthammos as much and her father's hard lieutenant softens. "It is always difficult to step out from your parents' shadows, particularly when they are as great as yours."

"What can I do?" She asks, desperate for advice, and Crinthammos just smiles.

"Be yourself. That way people can only see you as you."

+

"You haven't torn your breeches again Attamíriel," her father says tiredly and Attamíriel gives him an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, Atya, I didn't notice until we were off the old wall."

"You shouldn't be climbing there," he says, taking the torn clothing from her hands and examining the imperfection with his critical eye. "It's an abandoned outpost for a reason - half of it collapsed in on itself."

"We were careful!"

"Careful enough that you got your breeches torn." Caranthir sighs and pats the seat next to him. "Come on, you can tell me about your day while I fix this."

+

She's only called Dwarf Friend once, in their tongue which she doesn't repeat to outsiders.

It was Gerí who calls her it as she and Crinthammos come to see her and Nelladon off on a journey north to visit her uncles.

She takes her aside as Crinthammos helps Nelladon check the saddlebags are packed correctly.

"You are strong, daughter of Caranthir," Gerí says, taking her soft hands between her own calloused ones. "You are like your father, a Dwarf Friend, and so you must keep your head high and your sight clear. Do not fall for petty arguments."

She had laughed in the face of Gerí's seriousness. "Don't worry, we are visiting my family, we shan't be in danger."

"I do worry. You are going into a political viper nest."

"Then I shall be sure to bring anti-venom."

Gerí sighs, shaking her head affectionately. "Ah, you'll understand one day. Now go, or else you won't get to the first check point before dark."

+

The trumpets sound as she dismounts and hands the reigns to Rochind, who will undoubtedly be glad of the company of horses after that journey.

"The King's Squire," someone announces as she strides into the throne room.

She bows before the throne, ignores the stares and whispers as she always has, and addresses the king.

"Lord Celebrimbor is dead and Eregion has fallen."

Gil-Galad must have already known - or at least suspected - that this was the truth. He sinks back in his throne just a bit but keeps his face severely impassive as the room erupts in discussion.

Elrond, standing at the king's side, stares at her in shock and she tries not to think that he knows what she did.

That it was her knife-

"Thank you," Gil-Galad says once he's decided that the nobles have had enough time to digest the news. "Is there anything for this court?"

"No your Majesty."

"Then you are dismissed."

She bows and flees to find Rochind.

+

Nibenaes wakes up on soft grass and dandelions.

Míriel's cloak is wrapped around her shoulders and she's otherwise wearing the grey clothes off Mandos.

"Nibenaes!" Someone - Rochind - calls and Nibenaes has barely had time to sit up before their face is buried in the crook of her neck.

"You were right. Our parting wasn't forever."

"Oh you insufferable woman," Rochind says, crying a little bit, and he reaches up take Nibenaes' face in their hands and kiss her lips.

Nibenaes thinks it is wonderful to be alive.

Wonderful to be her.

[babypuphole]

well for the second customer, i'm thinking a high energy pup that just /looooooves/ to lick. every crevice his thick doggy tongue can reach into, he wants in.

he doesn't need much encouragement, but mommy will smear treats all over you anyway. onto your cute sensitive nipples, along your neck, all the places you're most ticklish. i have to tie you down ofc, bc you just squirm and writhe so damn much. and you need to be a good boy for Rider. yes you do.

when he's gotten all his treats, i'll make you get on all fours and open your mouth so he can lick inside and give you a proper kiss. you'll be conditioned by this point to get horrifically turned on by doggy kisses, the heat of their breath and the wet noises make your brain short circuit.

by the time he comes around to lick into your holes, you're almost sobbing from want. you wave your ass, presenting again like a /good little bitch/ and after another torturous session of licking her mounts you. it's rough and his panting is loud in your ears even as you whine and bark, so desperate and overstimulated.

it's over much too quick, but you get that flood of warmth still as his knot swells up inside of you. he's so rambunctious he likely drags you around the room a bit by his knot, joining in on your whining when he can't break free.

one more customer to go. how badly do you want it, puppy?

ahhh getting licked all over by an excited pup until my head is fuzzy with heat and needing to be bred!! 🥰 getting tickled in all my sensitive spots by the doġgy’s hot tongue before getting lots of hot doġgy kisses 🥵 wanna make out with the doġgy before he eats me out and mounts me that sounds so nice!

ah i’d be such a good little bıtch for the doġgy even when he drags me around i promise!! thank you so much mommy the doġgies all feel so good! 🙏🙏 i’m ready for my next customer please please!!! wanna do a good job for mommy and the doġgy and wanna have my puppy breeding holes used like they’re supposed to be!! i’ll be so good!! <333

[lilybug-02]

Wait so how do you know for sure the sprite is Ralsei? No hate, I do believe you haha, but I too am a lore scientist and I wanna know your evidence. Does it show up in-game? I could definitely believe that I saw it in-game and forgot about it :P

YES. Finding legitimate sprites directly from Toby Fox games can be surprisingly difficult. There are so many fan-made character sprites, that it can be hard to differentiate from the real ones!

Guess how many are NOT fan-made? .....only one 🗿

...(please don't question why google is in italian)

Official Websites like Spriters Resource (Ralsei's Offical Sprite Sheet) are very helpful in this regard :)

They may even include unused file graphics. Like this unused face of Ralsei.

Sprite legitimacy is a big rabbit hole that I personally don't have enough knowlege on :( ((BUT OH MY GOSH The internet is notorious for reposting fan-spriteworks without sourcing. It can be really hard to find the original artist.))

It's also HILARIOUS how many people have redone Ralsei's sprite. It is quite obvious from my Ralsei poll and through his mass of fan-redesigns, that many people in the Deltarune community REALLY LOVE his Chapter 1 sprite more.

Ralsei sprite fan-art is amazing and I personally want to mod it into my game bc it looks so good. Below I have some really cool fan-sprites I found and the artists who made them!

Left (Ralsei Ch 2 redesign- metr0nix727), Middle (Ralsei based off Ch 1- larituca), Left (Full Ralsei Chapter 2 Sprite sheet with Hat- artist unknown**)

**this sprite sheet was submitted through Sprites Resource but I traced it back to TaxeisNotOkay, who I presume to be the original artist. I could not find any other information regarding the full sprite sheet, so feel free to correct or inform me if you find anything!

Looking back at Ralsei's Chapter 2 head sprites..... they just don't look as good as they could in my opinion. I dont like them :(...uhhh NO HATE OF COURSE!!..ahklasdkflansdf I'll go jump in this hole now.

[chloesimaginationthings]

waves and leaves*

OHH TYSM FOR DRAWING MY SONA!! 💜💜💜

[hinata-boke]

OMGGG i luv the lil iwachancitos on your commission info post sm :’) were they ever posted separately or just as examples? would you release them for a fee? 🤑

no fee required, here they are!! (he has been released.)

[elizabeth-dicewielder]

Incredible how soothing the sentence “Let ε>0” is to me

[chaosduckies]

Congratulations on 100 Followers!!! Big achievement!!!!

Gonna take you up on your open commissions so I’d love to see your take on a tiny being forced to ask a giant for help.

Your choice of characters but I’m a sucker for hurt comfort so go wild ❤️

Congrats again!!!

Thank you! :D

I'm sorry that this took so long to get out! I was having a minor writing slump but I'm back at it! I did have a lot of fun writing this and I hope you do to! (classic borrower asking a human for help)

Word Count: 4.2k

CW: Minor blood

Snow Fall

———Forest———

Everything was going great. I set off on my own, leaving my parents behind and starting my new life. Of course I was scared. Who wouldn’t be when you were two inches tall and leaving everyone you know and love? It was terrifying, but I had to. Borrower children, even though some were some-what good at borrowing from humans, were supposed to leave their parents as soon as they turned fourteen since it was a liability for their parents. I was just lucky and extended my stay for 3 more years. What could I say? I loved my parents just as much as they loved me, and no matter how many times my mom pleaded for me to stay, I knew I wasn’t that good at borrowing. I would eventually get us all in trouble. Which was why I decided to find a new home when I turned seventeen. It didn’t sit right with me that I was still leeching off my parents. 

Humans were scary. The horror stories, the pets, the kids. Almost everything about them scared me half to death. Just thinking about getting caught in one of those huge hands has me shuddering. I couldn’t think about myself getting caught, or what would happen to me, and to be honest, leaving my parents was the worst decision of my life. 

I wasn’t a good borrower to say in the least. I could barely hurdle over the counters without somehow hurting myself or becoming so sore the next day that I could barely move, I wasn’t the best at hiding. I had no idea how my parents did this at such a young age, but I wasn’t like them at all. How did they end up with such a failure like me? I laughed at the thought. 

My new home was nice. The human here had a schedule that I could work around. They left for work every morning, giving me plenty of time to get a little bit of food that they leave out sometimes, get some other things, and head back. They weren’t very observant of anything in particular, perfect for grabbing a few extra paperclips since my hook usually breaks from my own misuse. This house was perfect… or so I thought. 

After a while, the person stopped laying out food everywhere, they had started packing up their things in huge boxes, people in strange uniforms came by and dragged out anything heavy. I had no idea what was going on, but it wasn’t good. I stayed hidden in my home in the walls, scared of what was happening. I was too scared to go out at night and get my daily necessities, like food and water. Humans were terrifying. If I was seen by even one of them, who knows what might happen? I didn’t care if I was so hungry that my stomach was digesting itself, there was no way I was going to get caught and placed in some weird science lab. Testing me everyday, killing me slowly. I shuddered at the thought, wrapping myself in the thin cloth I managed to snag before any of this moving was happening. 

Lately the seasons have been changing, and the human that I thought was still living here hasn’t bothered to turn on the heater. This only made things a million times worse for me. I was already hungry, practically starving from not having eaten anything for the past three days, and now it was freezing cold. There was nothing I could do about it though. I was terrified. Scared. Too paranoid about what would happen if I stepped outside the comforts of my dingy home in the walls. No matter how much I wanted to go back with my parents, I couldn’t. More because I barely even remember the way back home, but also because it was already dangerous enough getting to this new home. I had no choice but to stay here in hopes that I could get over this fear of being seen and that the human had left some kind of food out. But there was no such luck. The house was empty. Furniture moved, heater off, no sign of food in the cabinets. Just nothing. My hope diminished as I sluggishly walked back home in defeat. There was no way I was going to survive. 

The human that I found so easy to maneuver around without being seen, that left food out, was now gone. Who knew when another one would just move back in? Most days I would walk around out in the open because there was nothing to do. I mean, without a human there was no chance of me surviving. I was too afraid to go outside because I knew there were animals that wouldn’t hesitate to mistake me for food. So staying inside was really my only option. Plus, it was just the slightest bit warmer here than outside. 

Sometimes I’d go sit on the windowsill, stay there for hours watching these tiny white balls fall from the sky and cover the ground. People passed by wearing thick coats that protected them from the harsh cold, and I couldn’t help but feel jealous. I looked back at the thin piece of cloth wrapped around me, barely giving any warmth while humans were able to be so warm, get food without having to worry about anyone seeing them (or in my case get food at all), heck, they weren’t even scared of anything. 

I sat alone, in a quiet house just waiting for anything to happen. I didn’t care if it was good or bad. I didn’t know how I was surviving for so long, nor how I was still moving despite searching the top shelves and countertops desperately for something. But of course it was always the same way it was. Empty. Nothing was changing, but in a bad way. 

My legs were sore from the amount of climbing I’ve done the past few days, my body was getting even weaker than it already was. I guess I really was going to starve to death, huh? All of that talking with my parents about making sure I would have enough to last me and it’s just wasted. How was I supposed to know that only a week after I found a new livable home that the human I was just barely getting used to was going to move out? Life wasn’t fair. 

Today was yet another sad, depressing day. I dragged myself along the floor, trying to at least be active while I was struggling to survive. Would another human be coming here soon? As much as they scared me and borrowers alike, most relied on them to help us survive. When they’re clumsy and forget easily, it’s easy to “borrow” a few things here and there. They leave food out or there’s an easy way to get into a cabinet, we can take a few things they wouldn’t notice. It was almost impossible to live without relying on a human in some way. Ironic how the thing I fear the most was the thing that was keeping me alive. 

I hoisted myself up onto the windowsill, breathing heavily as soon as I was safely up. I groaned in pain, wrapping up my hook and sitting by the window, once again staring at the white scenery. Other houses just across that had a slight smoke coming from the top of their house. Must be warm… I rubbed my arms, watching as a few people walked by, possibly on their way to work. I shivered, regretting not taking my “blanket.” 

Life wasn’t fair. I knew that much, but I forced myself to stay alive for whatever reason. My figure was getting slimmer from the lack of food, but I somehow kept moving. It was cold, but I gathered up any cloth I could find and wrapped myself up at night. My hook looked like it could break at any point in time, but it was hanging on just like me. If my hook did break, then there was basically no way for me to get anywhere but home and on the floor. I hoped that something would happen one day, but nothing ever did. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught something gray scurry along the floor. I stared for a couple long seconds before shrugging it off and continuing to look out the window. It was probably just my imagination. Great, now I’m hallucinating. I sighed, watching as cars carefully passed by. 

I don’t know how long I stayed on top of the windowsill, but eventually there was a change of scenery. At first I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but there it was. A car parked right in front of the house, headlights turning off and revealing a human, zipping up their jacket and looking down at something and back at the front of the house. I was too caught up in my fascination to realize that I was out in the open. The human slowly started making their way up to the front door, holding something that looked silver in their hands. 

I scrambled for my hook, climbing down as fast as I could, which was very painful. At some point I lost my grip and fell, but to my luck it was only a couple feet. I hurried to my feet, pulling my hook from the ledge it was dangling from and ran as fast as I could to reach the extremely tiny hole I squeezed myself through. I took a few seconds to catch my breath before the front door opened. My eyes were wide, my heart pounding fast. Would my luck finally be turning around? 

The human was taller than the last and looked much younger. I couldn’t really get a good look at their face, but I could make out his dirty-blonde hair. I could hear my own heartbeat. Is everything going to go back to normal? Would I be able to survive on my own again? 

The human moved around the place, shivering and pressing some buttons on something. Soon enough, the house was slowly but surely being warmed up. I let out a quiet sigh of relief. It might not be much… but at least it was something. Better than the frigid cold that had been filling the house for who knows how long. 

They moved around the house, checking everything out and smiling, their eyes a nice shade of light-brown. They looked… so nice. For a split second my mind wondered what would happen if he would ever see me. Would he keep me as a pet like I’m pretty sure most humans would? Or… nothing? No, why would I even be thinking about that? He would obviously want to hurt me even more than I already was. 

My stomach rumbled quietly, I winced, but confused to watch as they came from outside and back in, carrying a few boxes, bags and a small case that had wheels on it. Was I finally… saved? If this human was moving back in then I could actually have a chance to survive? I silently cheered to myself. How long has it been? Almost a week maybe? How did I even manage to stay alive? Didn’t matter anymore I guess. 

I continued to watch the human, putting up things in the boxes, setting up a few mini tables and placing picture frames of him and, who I was guessing, his parents. Of course occasionally taking breaks for a snack or two, leaving a plastic container filled with what looked like fresh fruit and vegetables. After most of the boxes were unpacked, a few still in their bedroom, he went back outside, most likely to fetch something else from his car. He usually took a while out there… so maybe it would be enough time to go and quickly grab something to eat? No, that was too risky. What if I was wrong and he came back early? I doubt I’d have enough time to find a hiding spot while out in the open since he didn’t exactly have any furniture or anything. 

I slumped, making my way back to my bland home in the walls. I had always tried to decorate… but since there hadn’t been anyone living here for me to “borrow” a few things from, I haven’t been able to decorate. Only the small bed I made by gathering up a bunch of cloth that the human before had forgotten about. It wasn’t extremely comfy, but better than anything I could’ve asked for. Otherwise, boring room. But it’s not like I need to decorate it anyways. Surviving was my main focus right now, and now that there was someone actually living here now… maybe I’d have a chance to get back into things. 

The wait was long, hearing the human talk to someone on what I think they call a phone, hang up, set up their house again and spend most of their time gathering up all of the blankets and pillows that he had brought with him and gathering them all up in what I think was going to be his room. As comfy as it looked, I knew I couldn’t just take a couple of minutes to get somewhat comfortable. Lately every night has been spent cold, hungry, filled with false hope. If I could just take a couple minutes to have some kind of sense of safety and security, that would be great. But I haven’t been able to, and I doubt that I’d be able to even now. I never realized just how hard it is to survive. Imagine what my parents went through while taking care of me… 

I hugged my blanket close, my eyelids threatening to close at any second. I heard the sound of the door open once again, and the loud sounds of him dragging something across the floor. It was all fine for me though. My eyes shut close, I laid down, and soon enough my mind drifted off. 

——————

When my eyes opened, there was a quiet noise of people talking outside. My heart had skipped a beat, thinking that there were more humans living here. That would make it impossible for someone like me to get past without being noticed, but as I groggily stepped outside, rubbing my eyes to wipe away the sleep, I realized that it was only the tv that wasn’t there a couple hours ago. 

I looked around the dark room, seeing that there was now a singular couch in what was the living room, a tv, a table that held two more frames. How long had I been sleeping? Or better yet, just how exhausted was I? Obviously the sun had already set, so I guess it didn’t really matter. I headed back to my room, grabbed my hook, and took off, every now and then finding a hiding spot just in case the human was somewhere I couldn’t see him. 

My head turned towards a dark shadow scamper right across from me, but I didn’t pay any mind. Probably just my imagination, right? Right now I was just trying to make sure that the human was asleep right now just before I go and see if he had any food out… or at least something edible in the cabinets. 

I checked the living room first, hiding by one of the legs under the couch, peaking my head out just enough to see him having trouble keeping his eyes open. Good enough for me. I ran quietly back to the kitchen, throwing my hook as far up as I could before testing if it was safely secure. I started my trek up, my arms and legs begging in me to go back down. Despite my arms threatening to tear off from the lack of strength. I really wasn’t good at borrowing. 

As soon as I reached the top of the counter, I took a few seconds to catch my breath. Once I get used to the human’s schedule I may finally be able to get back into things. No going hungry for that long, not worrying if I’ll make it to the end of the night. as soon as he turns on the heater things would be even better… I wouldn’t be shivering at night and struggle to find something that would act as a blanket. Yet another reason to be jewels of humans. They had everything borrowers didn’t. It wasn’t at all fair, but we all knew what would happen if a human found or saw us. The thought was pure torture to even think about. Literally. 

On the counter, there really wasn’t anything for me to see except for the half-eaten sandwich just lying on the counter. I silently walked over, not really wanting to eat part of the sandwich that they had already bitten into but I had to unless I wanted him to already be suspicious when it hasn’t even been a full day. 

I started cutting off pieces, making them fit inside my bag and taking a few more unnoticeable pieces for tomorrow, learning from past mistakes. As I was cutting, I realized that there was something off. The tv was still on in the other room, I figured that the human still hadn’t left the couch either, fighting off sleep. So why did it feel so off? I treaded carefully, watching every tiny movement that caught my eye. For a moment it was so quiet that I could hear my own heart pounding in my chest, and then too quiet. 

My eyes searched around, taking my final piece into my hands since no more would fit in my bag. I might as well grab as much as I could. Better than having nothing. I let out a sigh of relief, grateful that I wasn’t dead, that I’d at least have some kind of way to survive. Out of curiosity, I took a small bite out of the sandwich, only really getting the bread part but it tasted so good. To be honest, a sandwich was a definite score for borrowers, now when you’ve been starving for days on end, it tastes amazing. 

Two glasses hit each other behind me, I turned my head seeing them spin before returning to their still pose. My eyes widened, hurrying to my hook that was still hanging off the edge of the counter. I looked back, the light making it easier to see a rat chase me down, easily twice my size. I let out a yelp as I ran through several spice glasses in hopes of losing it, only to hear them all fall onto the counter with a loud thud! That was bad for two reasons, one because not only was it making a mess and trails that I’ve been here, and two, because I knew the human would want to come and investigate what was happening. Of course being the person that I am, I would never be able to run faster than this  surprisingly malicious rat. 

I struggled to keep up my balance, eventually tripping on thin air, dropping the small piece of sandwich a few feet away from me. I quickly rolled over, my chest heaving up and down as I faced the rat not even given a second before they scratched at my shirt. I winced, holding my stomach and seeing my hand covered in some blood. My breathing was getting more heavy as I saw a silhouette by the kitchen entrance. The lights turned on, blinding the rat for just a second as I quickly stood up and kept running towards my hook, holding my stomach. I knew what was happening, and there was no way I would be found the second a new human moves in, right? I blinked back the tears building up in my eyes, tripping once again. My vision was blurry from the tears, and judging by the small squeaks from the rat I thought was a good couple feet away, that meant that the human was here. 

Forcing myself to sit up, I looked at the bowl that kept moving. The rat screeching to be released from their prison. The human placed some heavy books on top, sighing to himself as he muttered something under his breath I couldn’t catch, but I didn’t really care. I scrambled back onto my feet, trying to run yet again and slammed into something soft and squishy. I winced as I fell and soon my entire world was moving again, the soft surface now everywhere. 

It settled in my mind slowly, realizing that I was in human hands. It hurt to breathe from my new wound, but I couldn’t help it. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to muffle the sounds of my quiet cries. 

“Oh! U-um, I didn’t mean to…” Their voice sounded quiet and worried. I just continued crying, not even caring what would happen to me. Who was I kidding? I could never have survived on my own! I should’ve known when that first human moved out. Sure it was okay at first, but obviously them moving was a sign that I wasn’t meant to be on my own. I should’ve listened to my parents and stayed with them. This would’ve never happened, I would be alive and healthy instead of on the brink of death and in Death’s hands himself. Literally. Who knows what this human would do to me? It was scary to think about. 

“P-Please don’t h-hurt me.” I mumbled most likely too quiet for his ears to hear, leaning against what I think was his thumb. He flinched slightly, but why did it feel so… comfortable? 

“Aw little guy,” He smiled softly, “I’m not going to hurt you, okay?” I leaned into the warmth from his hands, hugging what was his thumb closely, still crying to myself. What else was I supposed to do? Of course I was scared but… I also just wanted someone to hold me. Right now I didn’t care that it was a human and I’d face my consequences later, I just wanted to be promised that I wouldn’t have to try so hard anymore. That I could just live without thinking about what I could manage to get for dinner. 

“You were just… hungry?” He asked as I picked my head up, seeing him looking straight at the piece I had dropped on the counter. I shakily nodded my head, hoping he would see. For now, I would just hide my fear. Right now this human was giving me everything I’ve wanted this past week. Comfort, warmth. Heck, I’m even crying in front of him. How embarrassing was that and he still hasn’t said or asked me anything. 

“Hm, here little guy.” He tried tilting me back onto the counter, but I grabbed onto his sleeve and hung on tighter. I didn’t want to be let go already. I know humans are bad and I’d face the consequences eventually, but right now I’d like to think that not all of them were as horrifying as the stories make them out to be. 

He softly laughed, cupping both hands around me again. I sniffled, “C-could you… h-help me? P-please.” I tried wiping away my tears, but they just kept coming. My eyes felt red and puffy, my legs felt like jello, heart racing. I was a mixture of emotions. Terrified, filled with hope, and most of all grateful that this human hadn’t decided to hurt me yet. 

The human studied me, worried. I stood still for a moment, hoping I would get my answer. It seemed ridiculous to be asking a human this. One that probably had no idea that they had saved me in the first place. My heart thumped in my chest, waiting in the eerie silence, awaiting my answer. My stomach still burnt from the deep gash, but I've had to go through worse. There was still some blood that was getting on the humans’ shirt sleeve, but that was the least of my worries. 

I felt something rub against my back, making me flinch, but lean into the gentle touch. Some part of me knew that this was wrong. Everything about this was wrong. I was sitting in a humans’ hand, talking to one, being seen by one. And for some reason, it all felt right. Everything felt right. That this was meant to happen. That it was alright for me to be vulnerable to this human. 

They started moving their hand as I continued to cry, pressing my face into the fabric of his shirt. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a makeshift hug. I could hear his heartbeat in the background beating rhythmically, the slight rise and fall of his chest with every slow breath he took. I sniffled, shocked from the gesture but otherwise grateful. I wasn’t going to die. I was alive. I felt safe. There was no more suffering, no more false hope, no more anything. I would be fine. I smiled to myself, trying to wipe away the tears trailing down my face. 

I guess sometimes it’s okay to ask for help. 

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I hope you enjoyed! I don't know how to feel about this myself, but I think it's alright! Again, I had a lot of fun writing and thank you for the prompt!

Slowly getting out of my writing slump, hopefully get these prompts done plus something reallyyyy exciting (well at least it is to me)

Thank you for reading! :D

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[pigswithwings]

Drew your little guy 👍

HHHOOOOOLEEE SHIT???????????ARE YOU KIDDING ME FOR REAL THIS IS SO NICE... WHAT THE FUCKCJ

[wildbasil]

Your art is so cool!!! I love your funny little Welsh guys. Just out of curiosity- does Edern ever take his helmet off??

i think the real question is should edern ever take his helmet off. when his hair looks like this

[nibbelraz]

im obsessed with the way u draw shang qinghua

AAA Thank you so much! 😭 He's a sopping wet mess and it's my favorite way to draw him

[mintytealfox]

If you're up for it, Ivy?

I MOST DEFINITELY AM UP FOR ITTTTT

HERE IS IVY

her design is so DOPE and FUN TO DRAW OH MY GOODNESSS

[butchcarmy]

wowww that was amazing!! i’d like to know in which other ways carmy’s ownership kink would show ehehe

I’ve been really stewing on this one… I think Carmy’s ownership kink would show up in mark making.

Hickeys. Bite marks. Mostly hickeys I think. His mouth’s always on your neck when you get intimate, and if you’ll let him. You learned the hard way that he can easily get carried away, littering your neck and collarbone with hickeys.

And ESPECIALLY on the inner thighs. When he eats you out, he loves to take moments to leave bruising kisses at the soft skin there.

I just imagine a moment after sex, and you’ve hopped up to go to the bathroom. You catch yourself in the mirror, and you’re covered in hickeys. Your eyes linger on especially dark ones, and you briefly glance at your thighs to find them looking the same.

You feel yourself getting hot looking at them. It’s a bit obscene, how Carmy gets carried away…

[achillean-knight]

Spamton? If you want to ofc :)

I would like you to know, Anon, I have never drawn Spamton so he looks-- very goofy and very off, but also I had so much fun just drawing him BAHA

[bayfuzzball7050]

I humbly request you draw Shizuka with the sniffles (because I am currently sick)

Thank u

(She went out without a coat)

Translation of what josuke’s saying:

“And I told you. ‘It’s not cold out!’, ‘You’re exaggerating!’ And you see? Divine punishment.”

(It’s funnier in Spanish I swear 😭😭)

Bonus shizuka with an sprained ankle cuz I have an sprained ankle too:

[kociamieta]

Your art!!!! Your MIND!!!!!!! wow <3

[rrat-king]

for the character asks (any and all of the Bad Kids, you get to choose which for which question!), 3, 31, 42

3. Obscure headcanon

kirsten didn’t really listen to music the first 14 years of her life. like she knew helioc songs and camp tunes but like. her parents didn’t play the radio cuz it was too secular. so, meeting the bad kids it’s like a whole new world opens up. her first ever concert is the cig figs first set and she is so taken aback by live music. everyone tries to play her the music they like just to expose her to more genres and kristen has So Many mixtapes that her friends have made her

31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like?

i know that riz is clearly secretly tumblr famous but gorgug also uses it to make little gimmick bot accounts. @/are-you-my-dad is his most famous

42. 3 comfort items

fig has a gryphon stuffie named grover after her moms old gryphon before baxter that she sleeps with most nights. gilear got it for her after grover passed cuz fig was too young to fully understand what had happened and she's held onto it ever since. she keeps a journal, mostly just for song lyrics and things, but she has a nice leather bound one that ayda gifted her that she mostly uses to write to ayda about what's been going on and thoughts she has for when she gets back. she wears a ton of different rotating jewelry but one that she always wears is a cheap gas station necklace she got somewhere in bastion city on the night yorb quest. it's dumb and turns her neck a little green but it reminds her of her friends

ask game here!!