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pyrondeeznutz · 10 months

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Ticci Toby Headcanons

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Toby Rogers past, upbringing, pre-proxy headcanons. See proxy era headcanons here ⬇️

CW: Slight mentions of animal abuse, domestic violence, psychosis, bullying, car crash, gore

<NOTE> Im a psychology nerd so I tried to make it as realistic as possible. This is my first time doing anything like this but I have a lot of thoughts about Tobys character. Its not proofread so ignore any typos or grammatical errors. Also… its very long… I have… so many thoughts…

BIOGRAPHY .

PATIENT NAME: Tobias (Toby) Erin Rogers

BIRTHDATE: April 28th, 1994

AGE: Currently 19 years old

HC/EC: Brown hair, brown eyes

ETHNICITY: White American

BIRTHPLACE: Denver, Colorado

FAMILY: Connie Rogers (mother), Dan Rogers (Father), Lyra Rogers (sister)

DIAGNOSIS: Congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis (CIPA), Tourettes Syndrome, Attention-Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), Bipolar Disorder (Type 1, psychotic)

THE GURNEY .

Toby was in and out of hospitals from a very young age due to his wide range of physical and mental health concerns

His earliest memory was when, at age 4, he hit his head after falling onto cement and didn’t cry, scream, or even really acknowledge that he was hurt

After seeing the bloody mess her young child was in, Connie ran Toby to the hospital where tests were ran to determine what caused his lack of pain response

Finally at age 8, Toby was diagnosed with CIPA. This condition not only prevented his brain from generating a pain response but also responses to extreme temperatures (frostbite, heat burn, etc)

Due to these dangerous health issues, and his neurotic mother, Toby was put in homeschooling from a very early age. Connie was too protective of her son to allow him to go out on his own at his age

His earliest memories revolved around roaming hospital halls, his parents fighting over medical bills, being talked to by social workers and doctors, having tests done, minor surgeries, etc.

DEAR OLD DAD .

Dan Rogers was a difficult man. He never admitted he was wrong, he spent his evenings drinking on the couch, and always had something to complain about. The best words to describe this man was angry, bitter, and reckless

He wasn’t a father by any means. To Toby, the man was more of a nuisance than anything. An alcoholic manchild who stood in his way

The boy never got along with Dan. His father would see him as a burden, bringer of unnecessary medical costs. He severely emotionally and physically neglected his children from their birth. Dan never wanted to be a father.

Due to the costs of Tobys medical problems, Dan would continuously attempt to “prove he was faking” his CIPA, and yell at the boy for his strange twitches due to Tourettes. On one occasion, Dan put his sons hand in a pot of boiling water to try and elicit a pain response that never came.

As Toby got older and more independent from his mother, he would often mouth off to his father, talk back, or straight up ignore him. There was never a moment of peace between those two

Being the money maker in the house, Dan was usually very overworked and stressed. He turned to alcohol to relieve this, and his bad temper got worse when he drank. Often to the point his outbursts would lead to physical violence against his family

It was like walking in a minefield for Toby and his family. And since the supposed “man of the house” was a drunken mean old man, Toby took it upon himself to protect his family from his fathers wrath.

He would purposely act up to direct Dans fist towards him. The boy couldn’t feel it anyways, and being hit, pushed, grabbed, was better than having his sister or mother be hit or yelled at.

The young boy spent his childhood in a rage, he was powerless against his father.

MOTHER DEAREST .

Unlike her husband, Connie was a quiet woman who cared deeply for her children

She was well-mannered, motherly, and kept to herself. And while she was a good woman, she had her fair share of flaws

You would catch her dead before you ever caught her losing control over her emotions. Connie grew up quick and that stuck with her. From a young age she took care of her manchild of a husband

She couldn’t afford to lose herself to silly things like emotions. She had a family to care for, a house to clean, meals to cook. Her priorities lied on appearance over her health

This was one of the many reasons she couldn’t leave her husband despite the years of abuse

Despite all the violence, berating, assault. This life was her own and it was just another thing she had to live with

Toby loved his mother, he really did. He knew she did the best given the circumstances. Connie kept her children fed, clothed and housed. Thats all he could really ask for

But he despised from the depths of his soul how she could just sit by and let the abuse happen. How she never left Dan. How she never cared enough to leave despite not knowing what lied in store for them beyond that house

To her, Dan was a safety net. He provided money, insurance, he paid the bills, put food on the table. Connie quit her job in order to homeschool her son. There was no choice

To Toby, his mother was a coward who never stuck up for herself. And god forbid he ever turn into that

So Toby fought the battles his mother couldn’t. He said the words his mother didn’t dare to speak. He took the beatings and his mother did nothing but ask her husband to stop

SOUL SISTER .

In the chaos of that household, Lyra was something of fresh air for Toby

While the two did fight as any siblings do, they had a mutual care and understanding for each other

Lyra would keep a makeshift first aid kit under her bed for whenever Toby got into minor accidents or if their father went too far some nights

Like her little brother, Lyra had a lot of anger in her. She would always try to stop Dan from going too far and she was good at talking Toby and their father down from ripping each others throats out

She would channel this anger and frustration into sports like boxing, soccer, rugby. It was easier to express her feelings through physical means than ever talking about it. The girl was a perfect mix of her parents

When he was younger, Toby had a very bad and hostile relationship with Lyra. He was young and didn’t have any clue how to handle his emotions and would often threaten or physically hurt his sister

But as he grew up, and they bonded over the related abuse, and they would be there for each other, Toby developed tender care for his older sister. If she got a boyfriend, he would be ready to attack at any sign of disrespect. If she brought over friends, he would stay in his room not to embarrass her.

Just as he was with his mother, he was very protective over Lyra. She did so much for him, and he wanted to keep her safe. It was a tangled, messy relationship but they made it work despite her attitude and his anger

CONDUCT .

Toby grew up completely isolated from other kids, families, etc. The most socialization he got was going to family events or being dragged to the grocery store with his mother.

All he knew growing up was violence. And so when he was around other people, he would project everything he learnt from his father onto other kids

From a very early age he was made to feel small and insignificant in his own home by the people that were supposed to take care of him. And so whenever something challenged him out of the house, he would do whatever he needed to do to put them below him

Sometimes Toby would project this violence onto small animals, occasionally moving onto bigger animals such as cats. The feeling of killing something smaller than himself with his own hands gave him a sense of power and control he never had

Due to his untreated ADHD, the boy would often be loud, hyperactive and intrusive. He would have temper tantrums and outbursts as well, and his mother never knew how to handle it

He was a problem child from birth. Not only causing problems for himself, but for everyone around him

Toby would talk back, curse, say strange and vulgar things, refuse to apologize or admit he was wrong, and would run away from home occasionally.

But despite these behavioural issues, Toby always refused to touch alcohol. Despite all the anger, dread and frustration he felt he swore he’d never become the kind of man his father was

BULLY .

Around 12 years old, Toby’s parents decided it would be best for him to get properly socialized and placed him in a public school

He was now old enough to recognize that bleeding is bad and how to check for injuries despite his CIPA, which allowed Connie to calm down tremendously when it came to her anxiety surrounding her boys health and safety

Despite his mothers insistence that he would love public school, he’d make so many friends there, and that everything would be fine, Toby knew damn well he wouldn’t do well there. He was already bullied by his own father, imagine how other kids would react. He’s seen the movies.

And of course Toby was right. Due to his Tourettes, his tics would often confuse, scare and gross other kids out. They would either straight up treat him like a diseases rat or ruthlessly bully him

The boy was called every name in the book, from “twitchy freak” to “ticci Toby”

Alongside the ostracism and harassment from his peers, his tics and behavioural issues would cause him issues with his teachers. They would often scold him for being a disturbance in class

Making and keeping friends was near impossible for the boy. Talking to a “creepy loser” like him was practically social suicide. He was weird, strange, and given his history of fighting the other kids he was probably dangerous too. No kid wanted to be around that.

On occasion, the other boys would get physical with him and he would always hit back, leading him to get in more trouble with the school staff

Toby would be beat down at school and go home to have it done to him all again by his father

Eventually the school year came to an end and Toby was put back in homeschooling

Even though the torment in middle school came to an end, that didn’t mean the bullying stopped. He was now a known freak and the perfect target for kids who were a bit too much like him. They would harass him online until they got bored, and god forbid he saw any of them in public

It made the angry, powerless boy feel even worse in his own world. There wasn’t a night that went by where he didn’t think of going off and getting his revenge. Make them pay for ever fucking with him.

THE CRASH .

When Toby turned 17, he had finally got himself medicated for his recently diagnosed Bipolar Disorder which caused manic / depressive episodes

He was put on antipsychotics and stimulant medication for his ADHD

While he was being treated, his sister got a job and so did his mother. Outside of all the familiar instability and violence his father caused, life was good

Toby was going to be 18 soon and his sister promised that when he became a legal adult, she would take him to move out with her

He didn’t have any friends, he didn’t really have any plans for his life, but he had a life ahead of him regardless and that was enough

The boy was working through pain too great to imagine, he was carrying 17 years of fear and dread, he was so young holding on to so much

But he had a way out. He was going to get a job and move out with his dear older sister and maybe even go to college. He was going to overcome this

That was his views at least up until the crash

Lyra was driving Toby back home from a doctors appointment when it happened

His tics were acting up, it was rather distracting

He was so caught up in his own little world and trying to get through the frustrating twitches that he didn’t even have a second to process what happened

The next thing Toby knew, the car was swerving right into a lamppost and the air bags were deployed

And the next thing Toby saw was his sisters mangled, bloody body. The force of the steering wheel crushing her bones and shards of glass piercing her skin. The physical trauma near shattered her ribs

And the next thing Toby heard was the pained groans and wheezing from his dying sister

Thats the last thing he remembered before he woke up in a hospital bed with his broken arm being patched up. The doctors wouldn’t even let him see his sister who was under surgery in the emergency room

He didn’t get to be there by her side when she died

He didn’t get a goodbye

And while he was surrounded by family, his aunt Lori was even there to support his mother, Tobys father was nowhere to be seen

Dan was too drunk to drive, and too lazy to call a cab. He didn’t care about Toby and he didn’t care that his daughter just died. One less burden.

In one afternoon Tobys entire life slipped through the cracks of his hands

HIM .

The grief was sickening. It was heavier than the weight of the world. The silence that flooded his once loud house from his sister blaring her Beatles albums was deafening

These were the kinds of things that only happened in movies. People didn’t really lose their family members, and these things didn’t happen to people like him

It wasn’t fair

The one good thing in his miserable life, the moment things were finally getting better. There was no hope anymore, Toby was hopeless

He thought of ending his life every night as he stared at the ceiling, not getting a wink of sleep. But he couldn’t do that to his mom. She never showed it, but it showed clearly from the weight in her steps, the tired look in her eyes. He knew she was carrying a burden too great to bear

He couldn’t take away both of her children

So he would lie there night after night hoping to wake up from the gutwrenching dream just to hear her laugh, sing, blast her shitty music. He never really liked The Beatles, but she did. But she did.

It was all too much for him. From the moment Toby stepped out of the hospital he hadn’t felt real. The boy was living two steps away from reality like there was a sheet of plastic in between him and the world

Days would go by where he would forget to take his medication, or where he would simply just sleep the entire day away

On the days he was awake, Toby would feel like he was going insane. He wouldn’t feel real, he would see things out of the corner of his eye

Sometimes he’d swear he saw something outside his window at night

A strange creature standing under the streetlights

And it only got worse from here. Toby would almost always refuse to leave the house, he stopped sleeping, he felt like something was watching him

The boy would spend hours staring outside his bedroom window. The forest in his backyard had eyes and they were watching him

A wave of sickness overtook Toby. He would wake up with bloody noses sometime and no medicine would get rid of his strange cough. Sometimes he would sleepwalk and end up waking up on the edge of the forest behind his house, cold and alone in the dark of the night

It all added up. It was too much. The anger, the fear, the paranoia. The little voice in the back of his head telling him to just do it. Get revenge. Make him pay.

ABLAZE .

The years and years of abuse. Everything his father had done. He wasn’t there. He was never there.

Why should a man like that deserve to live? 17 fucking years of making Toby feel small and insignificant

Not today. And not anymore. The world was in the boys hands now, and so was a knife. And that night was the night Toby Rogers killed his own father.

No words could describe the feeling of adrenaline and rage that overtook the boy that night. There was no other option, this was the way it was always going to happen

Everything Toby has ever been through has led up to this. It was his own divine prophecy

And God showed no mercy that night

23 stab wounds drilled into his fathers chest, his face bloody, beaten and unrecognizable. Toby smashed his tiny bruised fists ruthlessly into his fathers now deceased body.

The only thing that stopped him was the scream of his mother. It was something primal, something deep from the pain in her gut.

Toby ran into the garage and grabbed two axes that belonged to his father, one old one new. Alongside that he grabbed gasoline and matches. He was going to do what he knew best. He was going to destroy everything.

And so the boy ran down the street of his neighborhood pouring the gasoline along his way and dousing the rest over the trees as he stood at the edge of the forest

Striking a match, the dry grass and trees caught on fire and immediately exploded into flames. The heat and blaze engulfed the boy and soon it began catching onto the rest of the forest

This was the end, he thought. Strangely enough, even though his heart was beating in his throat and his body was shaking, he felt calm. He had no regrets and he was fine with this being his ending.

His mind went blank, everything felt like a static screen, he could feel himself getting dizzy and there was a loud ringing in his ears

The last thing he saw was a tall, faceless creature in the midst of the smoke and fire as he collapsed to the ground.

And that was the death of Tobias Erin Rogers.

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gabessquishytum · 1 month

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strongheartneteyam · 1 year

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I wish I could

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!curvy!human reader

CW: angst, risky pregnancy issues, fluff, fingering, masturbating (female receiving), breeding kink, pregnancy kink, size kink, exophilia (extraterrestrial kink), monsterfucker

GUYS I'M SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE THIS FIC some of you already know why but to the ones who dont: my life became so chaotic, all of a sudden, that I could barely log in here. I literally spent days without logging on tumblr. I had zero time and was always exhausted. But now my life is back at the tracks (thank you God 😭) - even though it's still pretty hectic - so I was able to find time and energy to write this chapter. Hope u like it 😘👀

Not fully proofread 🤡

Chapter 7

♡

You woke up in pure bliss. Many moons had passed now, your belly had gotten even bigger, your baby had grown. You're living two dreams at once. You were a mother and mated with the one person you've always loved. The owner of your every thought and your every girl-in-love-kind-of-sigh ever since you remember. You were carrying his child inside of you, you would often feel the little baby you both created together kicking your ribs. It brought tears to your eyes. You still don't know how it came to be, how a fully hybrid baby could actually be conceived. You know very well how Neteyam and you *created* the baby, but you have no idea how you actually were able to get pregnant. If it makes any sense. You laugh to yourself.

Things had been a little hard given that your pregnancy was a risky one (interspecies relationship things...) but if you don't count the fact you were feeling so fatigued, heavy and having a bit of trouble breathing from time to time, you had been great. Nothing too much, nothing that made your life quality decrease.

You stretched yourself and got up from your mat, walking towards the space inside your home where you and Neteyam kept the food, water, cooking utensils and such, as you were dying to eat breakfast. This pregnancy was making you so hungry most of the time. It's no surprise. You're carrying a half na'vi child in your human womb. Your fragile body needed way more nutrients than the usual.

You stopped for a second and look through the entrance of your house. You smiled at the view of the Pandoran nature out there, the birds singing, the green grass, the heavy tree branches. It filled your heart with a comforting, wholesome feeling you can't even put to words.

Everything seemed so perfect. Too perfect, actually...

You were eating a piece of the meat Neteyam had hunt for the both of you at dawn, just before he went to train with Jake. You had cooked it with some herbs and a little salt, that you would always ask some human acquaintances to bring to you from the lab, when you felt a horrible, almost unbearable feeling in your belly. "Ma Eywa, what is this?" You asked yourself, heartache and anxiety covering you. "Please Great Mother, don't let anything happen to my baby. Please." You were in the verge of tears when you started to feel weak and dizzy. Everything around you looked weird and distant. Finally, you were unconscious on the floor. Thank Eywa you were sitting, not standing. The fall would have been way worse.

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You opened your eyes and sunlight was scorching your eyeballs. It came from the door. You were still at your home with Neytiri and Dr Evelyn looking at you, one at each side of your aching body, while you were laying down in your mat. Neytiri was the Tsahìk and Dr Evelyn was taking care of you as a medical professional since you first found out you were pregnant.

"What happened?" You ask, head aching and confused

"Oh, thank you, Great Mother!" Neytiri exclaimed "You passed out, my dear. Kiri found you laying on the floor unconscious when she went to visit you to bring you some fruits and herbs she had collected this morning."

"I was so worried, (y/n). I was afraid something very bad would happen to you or the baby. Or both of you." Kiri had tears in her big eyes and her pretty face was still recovering from the shock. Seeing that made you feel a stab in your chest. She really, really cared about you and your baby. And of course, it was her brother's baby too. She was now not only your best friend but also your sister-in-law.

"Is everything okay with my baby?" You asked, fear taking over you

"We've checked how she's doing through an ultrasound and yes, she's okay." Dr Evelyn says in a calming voice

"...She?" You ask

"Yes, it's a girl." Neytiri says, smiling at you. "You and Neteyam will give us a babygirl as a grandchild." She was smiling, referring to herself and Jake, such an honest feeling of pure happiness could be seen in the na'vi woman's yellow eyes

You smiled, your eyes gleaming with tears. You were gonna have a babygirl. You were gonna give Neteyam a little daughter.

"And there's something that we wanna tell you. Your baby looks really different as she is a hybrid. She has mixed features in her face, na'vi and human. Her nose is like Neteyam's nose and so are her eyes, but the rest of her face is more human like. She also has long slender legs, like her father. But she's still a little smaller than common na'vi babies. She has four fingers and no stripes. And she has a queue. She will be able to make tsaheylu." Dr Evelyn said, smiling

"That's... incredible. My babygirl... She will be so beautiful... She seems to be more na'vi than human, though." You laugh a bit, imagining your daughter's cute little braid and her small tendrils. "But you guys did not tell me what happened. I mean, why did I pass out? I remember feeling a terrible pain in my belly. But the baby is okay, I didn't lose her, thank Eywa. But what was happening to my body?"

Neytiri started to say: "My son is na'vi, even though he has human blood in his veins too. As he impregnated you, his na'vi DNA helped form your placenta." You felt your face burn as your mother-in-law was saying that. She was just nonchalantly saying that her son impregnated you. You didn't know if you were just too shy, if the na'vi had a way more chill perspective about these things, even more than you already were aware of, or if it was because you were the one in the spotlight right now, but you were blushing a lot, your cheeks so rosy. "Your body did not know how to react to that, as you're human. Your placenta is being seen by your body as an invasive substance, to sum it up, because of Neteyam's DNA being so different from yours. So, your belly started to hurt. But Dr Evelyn and I have already taken care of this. You don't have to worry, darling. I prayed to Eywa. I performed a healing ritual on you. You'll be fine, Ma (y/n)."

"I gave you an injection that eased your pain until it went away and eventually you woke up. You're gonna take one of these shots everytime you start feeling pain in your belly, okay? We think it will happen a few more times. Take it as soon as the pain starts. The sooner, the less risky for you and the baby. It contains chemicals and Pandoran herbs that will help your body slowly understand that it's okay for your baby's placenta to be inside you and it will also help you feel less pain." Dr Evelyn advised, holding a small glass tube in her hand filled with a greenish liquid.

Suddenly, you heard heavy hard footsteps approaching. You breathed in relief when you saw it was Neteyam. His dark braids dancing in the air as he approached the entrance of the house he built for the both of you and your child.

"Neteyam!" You exclaimed

"Yawne..." he said, looking at you with loving eyes "Are you alright? Is our baby alright?" He sounded so worried "Lo'ak reached me and told me about what happened. I came as fast as I could but, you know, the forest is very big."

He walked towards you and when he got to where you were laying, he sat on his heels.

"Yes, our baby is alright. I'm okay too. And we're expecting a girl, by the way." You looked at him smiling wide, chest filled with a genuine feeling of joy and almost euphoria

"I give you my gratitude, Great Mother." Neteyam said a prayer to Eywa, smiling in relief "I can't believe it! We're gonna have a little girl." Tears of happiness were streaming down his beautiful face, running through his dark blue stripes

Everyone in the room looked at you and Neteyam smiling. Neytiri looked in a motherly way to the both of you, her fangs showing as she smiled. Kiri was smiling widely, her brows furrowed. Dr Evelyn was smiling but showing no teeth. Every person there looked happy for you two, na'vi, human or mixed.

But nobody was happier than Neteyam and you. He kissed your forehead while putting his big hand on your pregnant bump. You felt your girl kick, a pain coming through your ribcage. Neteyam felt it too. "She kicked. Our babygirl just kicked, my yawnetu. I felt her little kick." Neteyam smiled in awe, looking at you as you smiled back at him, your heart beating fast

Neteyam looked at his mother. They smiled at each other and she put her hand on his shoulder, then, looked at your belly, in an affectionate way

"Oh, my Eywa. I'm starting to really love the idea of becoming an aunt." Kiri said, still sitting a little further from everybody "Damn, so many tears in only one place." The Omatikaya young girl said, chuckling, as she sniffed because she never stopped crying since she found you needing her help. Thank Eywa her tears were now tears of delight

A big wholesome laugh could be heard in the room after Kiri said that, coming from everyone's throat.

➳

After everyone had left, it was only you and Neteyam at your home. Jake had freed him from his Olo'eyktan training for some hours so he could stay with you after what had happened. He would only go back later in the afternoon.

"Oh, yawntutsyìp... I thought I had lost you and our baby." Neteyam said, holding your face with both his huge hands

You put your hand over his, rubbed your face on his palm and then kissed it. "You always act so tenderly towards me, my love. You're my everything. And I love the way you care so deeply for our child. I can feel your love for her pouring out of you. You're so amazing." He smiled and leaned in for a kiss, which you were already planning on giving him

Your lips touched and he held your waist tightly. Both big hands on each side of your body. You felt a shiver coming down your spine. He kept kissing you, slowly but passionately. His velvety lips so warm, wetting your lips with his saliva, setting your whole body on fire as he gave you many pecks but then slid his tongue inside your mouth, breathing deep through his nose, making you moan for him. "I wanted to die just thinking about losing my mate and my child. I'm thankful you're here. I'm so thankful our baby is still safe inside your womb." His hands moved from your waist to the sides of your belly. Neteyam kept kissing you, but, in a softer way now. "Your baby bump feels so good in my hands." He kissed your lower lip, suckling ever so slightly on it, your lip between his upper and his bottom lip.

"Teyam. Sit me down on your lap, please." You said, a knot forming in your belly

Neteyam gave you a small dirty smile and sat on the mat. He grabbed your hand and led you to sit on his lap.

"Like this, yawntutsyìp?" He asked, looking deeply into your eyes. His big amber eyes were so enchanting, so ethereal...

"Yes, my mate."

Neteyam opened your legs slowly, his hand traveling up your thigh while he kissed you. When his hand reached your pussy, moving your panties to the side, underneath your skirt, you whimpered at his lips. "What? You like this, my love? You like the way I caress your small body? Specially when my hand touches your little pussy?" He was looking at you, eyes so hungry for your body

"You get wet so easily now that you're pregnant. And your pussy feels even tighter." Neteyam says while two of his long four fingers explored your folds slowly. You moaned, biting your bottom lip. "So tight for me." He cooed. Neteyam's thumb reached your clitoris and he started to stimulate it, rubbing circles.

"Ahnnhh... feels so good, Teyam."

"Yeah, my yawntutsyìp?" You hum in confirmation "I love your little cunt. Love this swollen belly so much. Ahhh, baby... It makes me so hard. Do you wanna touch me and feel how hard I am for you?" Neteyam asks, breathing heavily

"Yes, Teyam. Please."

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altocat · 2 months

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I noticed that one of the main themes of Sephiroth’s character is dehumanization.

It got me wondering, did he ever experience or deal with SA or harassment when under Shinra? R&D stuff or just the way he was paraded around like a public idol? How would he have handled this type of issue?

TWs below the cut just in case.

There's a lot of uncomfortable aspects about Sephiroth's history with Shinra. The way he's treated like a weapon. His fucked up conception. The fact that he was a child soldier who had apparently never really been around people at all before the age of 14.

One of the more understated bits is the very disturbing fixation that Hojo has on his own son. Silver Elite had the whole shampoo infodump of course, but the basic theme of Sephiroth's private "club" (which is RUN by Hojo) is emphasizing how attractive he is. Rebirth added extra grossness by having Hojo further expand on his idea of a hero needing to be "attractive" in order to be beloved by the populace. Whether intentional or not, especially when you take into account that Silver Elite has been around since Sephiroth was a child, it creates the idea of Hojo having some...less than wholesome perceptions about his son and who he needs to be. I'm not saying that Hojo has directly SA'd Sephiroth as I don't think Square is leaning into this idea. But bear in mind that Hojo is implied to be Sephiroth's personal caretaker and physician, on TOP of being his parent and in a position of authority over him. Hojo has access to Sephiroth's medical history, access to private information that no one else will ever have. And he dumps this information out for the public, with a special focus on how "attractive" and "beautiful" his son is.

At the end of the day, I think Hojo has sexually harassed Sephiroth throughout his life. We now have confirmation that he's physically and medically abused Sephiroth over the years. But the sheer presence of "Chairwoman H" coupled with Shinra buying INTO it and exploiting it to keep Sephiroth popular is just...really disconcerting. Sephiroth is completely indifferent to his fame and his fans, so he's not sanctioning this information. But the fact that he doesn't stop it either suggests that there is still a level of control and authority over him by Shinra's upper management. And keep in mind that they RAISED him. This is basically your "parent" violating you every single day of your life while you're also told to go out and kill people and also kill your friends while you're at it. And there's nothing you can really do about it because there's nowhere to go and no one to be. They are all you have, all you have ever known. You have to obey them, even when you absolutely despise them for what they're doing.

Sephiroth is responsible for so many reprehensible acts. But he is justified in hating Shinra for everything they did to him. And I think his reactions in canon are his own little way of getting back at what they did. Sure, Sephiroth has let go of a lot of his humanity. But what remains still seems to remember the people who made him what he was. And in destroying the planet, he destroys THEM as well.

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even-more-pro-fiction-jellicle · 9 months

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What kind of comics does Eddie Munson read?

CW: many

In the behind the scenes video showing the Munson trailer set, we see a specific issue of Heavy Metal magazine on Eddie's bedroom floor, beside his bed

I managed to find and purchase a copy of this issue

So let's take a look inside, see what kind of stuff is in the cover story!

(Black box censors done by me, this is a graphic comic.)

Here's our heroine, Druuna, being forced to show her breasts by officials:

Here's superior lifeform mutant leader not really knowing or caring how to tell the difference between their daughters and their wives. Daughters and wives are possibly one and the same.

Just to show I'm not kidding about the superior lifeform bit:

The Mutant gets interrupted by a daughter/wife wanting to have some fun. Huge size difference, some "child-coding" you could say. Also, beneath that lower left black box is a penis. The Mutant has both breasts and a penis and testicles. I can't remember it right now but I'm pretty sure there's a specific term used for this in fandom stuff, and it's a controversial topic

Druuna engages in an exchange with a doctor to get medication. He uses some sort of unspecified device that seems to be painful:

She enjoyed it though:

Druuna immediately gets held up by thugs wanting her meds and things like this happen:

Woman gets attacked by monster and this is the response of the general populace as they all watch:

And after all this, the back cover of the magazine is an ad for a movie with teenage main characters and a child actor:

TL;DR Eddie Munson is the freak in your DNI

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fictionkinfessions · 9 months

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i am Once Again yelling about this because it’s Bothering me

i understand why my mother castrated me and raised me to live as a woman in my marina (fear and hunger 2: termina) canon, but dear god i’m still bitter about that choice being taken away from me, and i’m so torn between feeling thankful that she saved me from horrible things, and upset that my identity was chosen for me

i became the first trans woman in history in that canon to have bottom surgery though, so i’m glad i was able to make my own choice about what i wanted in the end at least

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sammy8d257 · 10 months

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In the Week that Follows - Chap. 2: Day 1 - Cleaning (part 2)

An AvM fanfic Written by Sammy8D257

Part of the Watered Down Hot Chocolate Series

Cover Art / Day 0 / Day 1: 1 - 2 - 3 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8

Chapter Word Count: 6887

Characters: King (He/Him), Purple (They/Them), (Only mentioned but Gold uses They/Them)

CW for this Chapter Part: Implied Minor Character Death (King’s Child), Implied Child Abuse (from Purple’s past), Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Self-Hatred, Minor Swearing, King's Anger Issues, Poor Mental Health, Brief Descriptions of Injuries

[AO3 vers. (Full Chapter)]

(To quote myself while I wrote this, "10K+ words in and these idiots haven't even started cleaning the house yet, wtf" Also it'll be explained in Pt 3 but the food King and Purple are eating is a Filipino dish called "Lugaw" because I'm the author and if I want to give Purple Filipino traits, I will alskjdlgsgdgs /lh)

= O = o =

20 minutes later, a freshly showered King stepped into the hallway.

With a soft towel, he patted parts of his body dry as he made his way down the hall. He had to admit, the shower did wonders for him. He was clean and awake and while his muscles were still sore, it was leagues above how he felt when he first woke up. He wondered if it would be weird to thank Purple for pushing him to shower. Even if it was done in a weird and trying manner.

Speaking of Purple, King rounded the corner into the main room and spotted them rummaging around their large pink tote bag. In his absence, the purple stick had unfurled one of the blankets from last night and laid it out on the floor at the side of his bed. The various pillows were strewn on top of the bedding to act as places to sit and near the center of the arrangement were various medical supplies.

King squinted. There were rolls of bandages, a box of medical adhesives, various tubes of ointments and creams, a box of rapid cold-hot patches, and what looks like an old pink colored over-the-shoulder heating pad. Purple still had their attention focused solely on finding something in their bag and King watched as their eyes lit up as they found what they were looking for.

With a triumphant grin, the younger stick pulled a bottle of pain killers free and nearly dropped it in surprise when they noticed King standing in the doorway.

"King!" Purple yelped. They smoothed down ruffled parts of the blanket before leaning back to sit rigidly in their spot. Silently, they placed the painkillers down near the rest of the medical supplies and gestured for him to sit.

King quirked a brow at the stick figure before making his way towards the blanket. He took a seat on one of the pillows, folding the towel in half and placing it to the side.

"Quite the spread you got here," King commented nonchalantly. Purple's eyes snapped to meet his gaze before concentrating back on their lap. After taking a moment to psych themself up, they looked up at King and squared their shoulders. King blinked as Purple spoke,

"I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to demean you. You are completely capable of taking care of yourself and it was wrong of me to have assumed you couldn't. I-"

Purple faltered. Their eyes darted to the pink tote bag to their side before returning to King's face. "I should have realized the help you needed wasn't the same as the help I'm used to giving and for that, I'm sorry."

They sucked in a breath. "If you'll still have me, I would like to keep helping you. I promise I'll improve my behavior."

With that, the younger stick figure bowed their head and trained their gaze on their hands.

A silence stretched as King stared mouth agape at the other.

What? What was that? Why did-?

"I- You don't-" King sputtered, clenching his fist tightly together. This was NOT how he expected this conversation to go. Yes, King wanted an apology for the way Purple treated him, but not like this. He expected a stuttering apology, fast and rambling like the kind Gold would give when they racked up late fees at the library. That was normal. That was natural. King could handle that. But this? This was practiced. This was straight to the point with each word and phrase meticulously picked out to be as placating as possible. They've done this before. And he didn't know why but that thought made him uneasy.

"Purple, kid-" Purple blinked owlishly at him. "You're okay. It's fine. I'm not mad. I promise. I just…" King paused as he tried to find the right words. He could feel the beginnings of a tension headache form as Purple stared expectantly at him.

"Look, I appreciate you trying to help me even if it's been… really weird. But I'm an adult. I don't need to be coddled," And King bit back a curse when Purple's gaze turned blank. He lifted a hand to his chest and quickly continued. "I still want you around though! It's nice having someone else here besides myself. So if you still want to help, then you can."

A second passed, then two, then three as Purple stared wide-eyed until a small grin broke out on their face. They nodded, happily clasping their hands together on their lap. They seemed relieved and King felt the corners of his own mouth turn upwards.

"To be honest," He brought a hand up to rub sheepishly at the back of his neck, slightly wincing at the strain in his shoulders. "I'm still wondering why you wanted to help me in the first place. I mean, it's not like I'm your boss anymore."

Purple paused and tilted their head in confusion. "Why wouldn't I help you?"

"Um, because… Because I got you hurt while you were working for me?" King said slowly. The frown reformed on his face at the sight of Purple's bemused expression. It was as if the thought of not helping King had never crossed their mind.

The purple stick shrugged.

"It's okay," Their nonchalant tone made King's skin crawl. "I signed up for it. You can call it a workplace hazard."

King let out a sharp bark of laughter. The disbelief was heavy in his throat. "A workplace-? Purple no. I almost got you killed. That's not-"

He cut himself off as Purple waved a hand dismissively.

"It's okay," Purple repeated. "Really. Don't worry about it. You came back for me, so it's okay."

And King hated the way the words died on his tongue. He wanted to ask why Purple was just okay with everything. How could they just brush the last 24 hours off? How could they just be fine with getting hurt? He wanted to ask why they were so willing to help him. He knew he didn't deserve it.

But he didn't, couldn't ask. Not when Purple was looking at him with those understanding eyes. Not when Purple said they wanted to stay and help. Not when they didn't hate him. He was afraid they'd change their mind.

So he held his tongue and let the words and questions dissolve into the air.

"Alright," King relented and Purple's grin relaxed into something more genuine.

King averted his gaze. The kind smile Purple was giving him made his stomach curl. Or maybe it was doing that because it was already past noon and he hadn't eaten anything.

As if on cue, a loud growl emanated from his stomach. Both sticks stared wide eyed until a furious blush erupted on King's face. Purple tried to hide their giggles behind their hands.

"Well, someone's hungry," Purple teased. King groaned, burying his face in his hands in embarrassment.

"Yeah I, uh," King coughed into his fist. "I haven't eaten yet."

"Oh! Well it's a good thing I brought food then!" The younger stick beamed at the other and patted the side of the pink tote. "Although, I think we should finish your health check first."

With a huff, King reached down into the medical pile and grabbed the painkillers. The bottle in his hand wasn't a brand he recognized. If he had to guess, it was one of the generic versions available at local pharmacies. He turned the bottle over in his hand and read the information on the back. Branded or not, ibuprofen was ibuprofen and King was in no position to complain.

Gingerly, King popped the lid open and shook two pills out onto his palm. He lifted his hand to his mouth and without hesitation, swallowed both pills dry. He grimaced at the feeling of the medication down his throat.

A strangled noise from across the blanket had King looking up into the horrified eyes of Purple. Their arm was halfway outstretched with an unopened water bottle grasped in it and their mouth hung open in shock.

King lifted an eyebrow. "What?"

"I- You," Purple sputtered. "You take your pills dry?"

"Uh, I mean yeah, sometimes." King shrugged, leaning forward to take the bottle from Purple's hand. Purple cringed.

"Aren't you worried about damaging your throat?"

King twisted the cap off of the water and took a sip before answering. "Not really. I'm pretty sturdy. It's not like a sore throat will kill me."

The younger stick didn't reply, instead their face pulled into a furrowed expression before they sighed and looked away.

King arched a brow before focusing back down at the pile. An assortment of various medical supplies stared back up at him. Some of them he could recognize from his own first aid kit, albeit his were the commercial brands, but others he couldn't place. Still, there was one he was familiar with and he reached down to pick it up.

It was bruise cream, contained in a medium size plastic squeeze tube. Judging from its broken seal and weight, it had definitely been used before. King was no stranger to this type of cream, having a bottle always stocked in the bathroom medicine cabinet, so he knew how to apply it.

Taking off the lid, he dabbed a pea sized lump on his fingers and carefully worked the cream into the tender flesh of his left cheek. Then he repeated the process, this time focusing on the underside of his jaw. Once done, he placed the tube back on the blanket and picked up the box of adhesive bandages. It came with multiple sizes in it and King picked out two bandages, one a large square and the other a longer rectangle. Peeling the backing off, he applied the square bandage over his cheek and the rectangle bandage along the underside of his jaw. King exhaled, slowly opening and closing his mouth to test his now more limited movement range.

With his face covered, the next thing was to take care of his back. He pulled the bruise cream and a roll of bandages closer to him. He was about to grab the box of cold-hot patches when Purple piped up.

"If you're going to use those patches, don't put the bruise cream on."

King stilled. "Huh?"

"Those are pain relief patches," Purple pointed towards the box that King had been reaching for. "You shouldn't mix them with any topical ointments. They contain their own mix of medication that could mess with the chemical properties of the bruise cream and either reduce the effectiveness of both items or cause a rash to form. Plus, you need dry skin in order for it to stick."

"Oh… And you know this because…?"

"Prior experience."

"Ah."

King blew a puff of air from his mouth. Glancing up, he could see Purple staring at him from across the blanket. Their eyes were slightly narrowed as they seemed to be thinking something over in their mind.

"Okay, well… Which do you think I should use then?" King asked. Purple blinked, their eyes clearing as they registered the question.

"Oh! Um, the bruise cream," They pointed down at the tube and bandages by King's lap. "You already took some painkillers so the pain-killing properties of the cold-hot patches seem kinda redundant at the moment. The bruise cream will at least provide some much needed healing for your injuries."

King contemplated Purple's explanation. It made sense. Purple sure seemed to know what they were doing when it came to medical stuff. He hummed, recalling Purple's past words. Prior experience, huh? King wondered just what type of experience they had.

The orange stick figure glanced at the other. They looked young but old enough to participate in the usual fights stick figures were known for. Although, from the week spent working with them, they never seemed "fight-inclined". Sure they could hold their own when needed but flight seemed like their go-to. Although, King supposed they didn't have to be from a fighting background to have fighting experience. His own origins as "the King" from an old abandoned flash game proved as much. Still, with all the little glimpses he's seen, King would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in Purple's past. Maybe if he played his cards right, Purple would be willing to answer some questions later.

"Alright. Fair enough," King said as he grabbed the bruise cream and popped its lid back open. He released a hiss as he worked the cream into his lower back. The muscles there were tender and King didn't even want to know how mottled his skin was from the bruises. If he had to guess, the bruises probably stretched from his tailbone to about midway up his back. Silently, he thanked the coders above that his spine didn't seem to be affected from this whole ordeal.

When he finished, he recapped the tube and picked up the gauze pads along with a roll of bandages. With how large the area felt, he figured one of the adhesive strips wouldn't cut it. Instead a large gauze pad and elastic bandages would have to do.

King grunted, the angle he held the gauze put a slight strain on his muscles. Quickly, he wrapped his lower back, breathing in a sigh of relief as the gauze stayed in place. After a few more passes around his body, he cut and tied off the end of the bandage at his side.

Taking a big breath in, King tested the snugness of the wraps. They were a little looser than King probably needed but since they were wrapped around his stomach, he didn't want them too tight. He still needed to eat after all. Speaking of, King's stomach growled again. King sighed. He was done with his health check so the next course of action should be food.

King shifted in his seat, making a move to get up.

"Hold on," Purple's voice caused King to pause. He turned his head to stare at the younger stick whose arm was outstretched in a 'stop' motion. With that same hand, they motioned him to sit back down.

"You have another one," Purple said. "It's along your upper back and shoulders."

King frowned, brows pinched in confusion. His back and shoulders were hurting earlier but he thought that it was residue from when he crash landed on the jukebox. Most of the pain felt like it stemmed from his lower back but according to Purple, he had another injury he wasn't aware of. Sitting down, King craned his neck back to look over his shoulder at the expanse of his back he could see.

Oh.

What greeted his eyes were what looked to be pixelated burn lines creeping along his shoulders and disappearing past his line of vision towards the center of his back. The lines were a slightly deeper orange color and it formed a disjointed pattern of squares that tapered off and disappeared into the surrounding skin. Gingerly, King reached a finger to poke at the burns, hissing slightly when a hot pain flared at his touch.

King winced. How did he miss this earlier? Did the soothing heat from the shower somehow cover up any sort of indication of this injury? Slowly, his eyes roamed over the rest of his body. Littered across the backs of his limbs were small patches of these pixel burns, although these ones were light in color and barely noticeable. It seemed like the majority of the dark burns were along his back.

"Where did…" King's question trailed off as his mind raced to figure out what these scars were from. Luckily, he didn't need to wonder for too long because Purple had his answer.

"The staff," They said, making a sweeping motion with their hand. "The white light. It was disintegrating things. And it, well, you know what happened."

King blinked. A second passed, then two, then three. And then he brought his hands to his face and groaned.

"Cursors," King swore under his breath. He placed a hand on his forehead and groaned again. "Yeah, no. That… That makes sense."

He grit his teeth. How could he have forgotten something as crucial as getting vaporized? A dull throb pinched between his eyes at the stinging memory. King rubbed small circles into his forehead to try and relieve the oncoming tension headache.

"-would that be alright, King? … King?"

"What?" King snapped and then immediately cringed at the loudness.The relief from the painkillers hadn't kicked in yet and the added ache of his head was making King's already short temper, even shorter. Purple, to their credit, didn't flinch at the harsh tone. Instead, they held his gaze for a second before speaking again.

"Would it be okay if I helped bandage your burns?" Purple asked.

King did a double take, Purple's question causing all previous irritation to be replaced with confusion. Did Purple just ask if they could help bandage him?

"What? Why?" The bewilderment was clear in his voice.

"I know you can take care of yourself, and that includes taking care of your own injuries, but," Purple brought their hand to their chest, their voice soft and steady. "Applying the burn ointment to the middle of your shoulder blades and also having to bandage it would be difficult to do by yourself."

"Not impossible," they quickly added. "But it would be difficult. If I can help in any way, then I want to. I really do."

They spoke with such sincerity that King had no doubt they were genuine. He blinked, slowly turning their gaze from Purple to look at medicine surrounding them. The younger stick had brought all of this to help him. Not only that, for the past hour, they were trying to make sure King was okay and healthy. They didn't seem like they were doing this out of spite or to get something from him. Despite all of his previous assumptions, they're doing this because they want to help him.

Oh. They actually care.

King swallowed the lump that suddenly formed in his throat.

"King? Are you okay?" Purple asked hesitantly.

King waved a hand and took a deep breath. "Yeah, I mean, yes. Yes to both. I'm okay and yes. Yes, I would like you to help me."

Purple stared silently at him before a small smile lit their face and they nodded. Without saying a word, they grabbed a small tube with a fire icon on it and shuffled forward. King could feel Purple's presence as they sat behind him and he could hear them breaking the seal off of the burn ointment. He tensed for a second as Purple placed their fingers along his shoulder blades.

The cool feeling of the ointment felt heavenly on his skin. King didn't realize how tight his upper back and shoulder were until Purple started gently applying the medicine to it. They worked silently, only speaking up to apologize whenever King would tense as they passed over a particularly tender spot.

When the younger of the two finished, they asked King to pass them the gauze pads and roll of bandages. King reached over and placed the items into Purple's outstretched hands.

"Thank you," Purple readjusted their position behind King and started unwrapping the roll. The orange stick sat up a little straighter as they felt hands hold the gauze in place. If Purple was going through all this trouble to help him, he didn't want to accidentally mess up the bandages by slouching.

Just like before, Purple was gentle as they wrapped the bandages around King's torso, occasionally pausing to ask if anything was too tight or uncomfortable. King shook his head. He couldn't remember the last time someone looked after him with this level of care and detail. In his own experience, he only really saw something similar when he himself would take care of any injuries Gold would accrue in their many hours of playing.

It was… nice. A lot nicer than King expected and after a minute, he found himself relaxing under Purple's light touches. He glanced downwards to watch as purple hands passed the roll of bandages across his shoulders and chest.

King sighed contently.

He was about to focus his gaze elsewhere when something caught his eye. Was there something… wrong with Purple's hands? Maybe it was because their movement was messing with his vision but King could almost swear they looked… uneven. It was as if the solid color of skin that most stick figures were known for, was streaked with dark patches and lines. King frowned. He tucked his chin to his chest to get a better look, but no sooner than he did, Purple pulled away.

"Alright, I think you're all good now!" Purple announced. They pulled slightly on the bandages to check that they were secure at the back before they shuffled forward so that they and King were face to face. Again, Purple reached towards the bandages wrapped around King's chest and checked to make sure they were in place.

"Everything looks secure," Purple stated and started retracting their hands. "If anything's too tight or uncomfortable, just let me know and I-"

"Wait-"

Purple jolted as King caught their wrist. With wide eyes they stared at King whose gaze was instead focused on the arm held in his grasp.

King flipped it over, his frown deepening the closer he looked down at the purple limb before him. It wasn't a trick of the light. Spiderwebbed across their palms, streaked across their wrists, and branched across their forearms, were the same pixelated mess of electrical burns that arched along his own back. The scars were slightly darker in color and blended well within the surrounding skin. If it wasn't for the fact that King was watching their hands so closely, he doubted he would have even seen it.

King bit back a curse. Of course. Of course Purple would also have these burns. They were exposed to the white light of the staff for much longer than he was and if he had burns, then it would only make sense if Purple did as well. He was so focused on his own injuries he didn't even stop to think if Purple had their own. King swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat from guilt. He should have checked on them first.

Concerned eyes trailed up Purple's arms, searching for any more injuries. There was nothing major along their biceps but then he saw it. Stretched across their chest was a burn so large, King mentally cursed himself for not noticing it sooner. The edges were lighter in color than the usual purple skin and as it went to the center of the injury, it transitioned into the same dark color of Purple's other burns. With how big and smooth the transitions between the injury and the surrounding skin were, from a distance it looked like Purple's chest just had a shadow cast on it. But up close? Although it was subtle, King could see the edges.

The guilt swirled into a dark pit in the orange stick's gut. The burns along their hand and arms were no doubt the result of getting disintegrated from the staff, King had his own set of pixel burns to prove it, but the injury to Purple's chest. That…

That was all King's doing.

-The staff buzzed with a power infinitely more alive than the command block ever felt. King floated higher, a determined smile splayed across his face. This was it. This was what he spent the last year of blood, sweat, and tears working for. He was so close. The smile on his face twitched at the edges into something more maniacal. He was going to burn everything to the ground-Something, or rather someone grabbed his staff. King snarled and stared down into the face of Purple. The younger stick looked up at him hopefully, their hands clasped around the staff. Anger rose in his chest. How dare this fool try to take what was his. How dare they try to stop him. With one hand, King pushed the purple stick figure away from the staff. A look of confusion flashed on their face before they lunged forward again. King stopped them, holding them by the head as they flailed, still trying to grab at the staff. Anger and disgust grew and with one fell swoop, he brought the staff down. Crackling black electricity connected with the younger stick's chest and Purple-

Purple yanked their hand from King's grasp. King startled, eyes blinking from the memory. The purple stick figure scrambled back and stared at him with a guarded expression. One hand was curled protectively over the other in front of their chest.

A silence passed, then two, then three before King spoke.

"Purple…"

"I'm fine," they cut him off. "Don't worry about me."

King frowned. "You're not fine. This-" He swept a hand towards Purple for emphasis but immediately dropped it when the younger stick flinched.

"This…" He said a little softer. "This is not fine."

Purple cringed, choosing instead to stare at the floor. King continued. "Your injuries, did you know you had them?"

"Yes. I looked at them before coming here."

King's frown deepened. "Before you came here? Why haven't you taken care of them yet?"

They mumbled something that was too quiet for King to make out. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Purple's lips curled into a scowl. They spoke again, this time loud enough for King to hear. "Didn't want to waste supplies."

The orange stick shook his head, confusion clear on his face. "Waste supplies? What do you mean waste? What were you trying to save them for?"

Purple didn't say anything. Instead their eyes flickered to his face. Or more specifically, their eyes met his gaze before lowering to linger on his bandaged cheek. For a moment, King stared confused before the realization hit and he recoiled.

"Purple," A mix of disbelief and horror in his voice. "No. I don't… I didn't need all this. You didn't need to do that."

They scoffed. "Of course I did. I'm here to help you. How am I supposed to do that if I don't have enough supplies?"

"Enough supplies? You have enough!" King said, dumbfounded. "You have enough bandages to wrap a horse!"

"You don't know that," snapped Purple. They fidgeted in their spot in clear agitation.

King threw his hands up. The frustration clear in his voice. "I can damn well guess from the pile you dumped out!" He gestured towards Purple. "You have more than enough to look after your own injuries!"

Purple's eyes flashed. "And what if I end up using too much?"

"Then you use too much! Big deal! That's not the problem here!" King exclaimed.

He didn't get it. How could Purple waste their time and resources on the person who quite literally was the one who caused them harm in the first place and still try to justify why they were right for ignoring their own injuries? It didn't make sense. Purple cares, it's obvious that they do, but King didn't deserve this level of dedication. Not this much. Not at the expense of Purple's own well-being.

A realization hit him like a bucket of ice water. Every action Purple had done for King up until this point, recontextualized themselves within his mind. Purple was helping him.

Purple was only helping him.

"If you've been putting me first in everything you do…" he slowly asked. Purple stared at him wide-eyed, on edge from King's disconcerted tone. "Were you ever going to take care of yourself?"

"Yes!" they said quickly.

"When?"

"When I'm done helping you!"

"And when would that be?"

Purple's mouth shut with a click. Their face scrunched in shame as their gaze fell to the floor. Right. Of course Purple didn't know. It all depended on how fast King's injuries healed. King let out an exasperated sigh, bringing a hand to rub at his temple again.

He was no expert in mental health but even he could tell this seemingly compulsive need to help even at the expense of their own wellbeing, was probably not healthy. Unfortunately, this sort of thing was not something King wanted nor was equipped to dissect at this moment, so he mentally filed it away for later. Something he could do right now was help Purple.

"Alright. We're going to take care of your injuries," King said matter-of-factly.

Purple's head snapped up in surprise. "What? No! We don't need to-"

But King cut them off with a wave of his hand. "You said you wanted to help me? Well, you can help me by making sure you're taken care of first."

Purple grit their teeth. Conflicting emotions played on their face at the older stick's words. "King, this isn't really necessary. I'm okay-"

"If you don't, then you can consider yourself done and you can leave."

For a second, King wanted to retract his ultimatum at Purple's horrified expression but he held firm. Was this underhanded? Yes Was this taking advantage of Purple's obsessive desire to help? Probably. But if this is what it takes to make sure Purple takes care of themself? Then so be it. If they want to be stubborn, then they'll get stubbornness back.

Purple looked like they wanted to scream. They bit their lip, stopping themself from saying anything as numerous expressions passed across their face. Finally, a look of neutral defeat settled and they sighed.

"Alright." Purple said quietly and they reached forward to pull the burn ointment and bandage roll onto their lap.

A silence filled the house as King watched Purple diligently tend to their injured hands. It was methodical, almost mechanical in the way they quickly and efficiently applied ointment to the patches of pixel scars. Prior experience, indeed.

King filed that thought away with the rest as Purple began carefully wrapping their hands. He squinted. Purple was using the same roll of bandages that King used to wrap his body. Judging by the thinness of it, it was almost out. Luckily, there were more bandage rolls set out on the blanket.

Sure enough, by the time Purple was done wrapping their hands, the roll was practically finished. Purple set the tube on the ground and King quickly snapped up another roll of bandages before they could grab it. Purple eyes blinked in confusion as they stared questioningly into orange.

"I can help bandage your chest. You said it yourself that wrapping that area can be difficult to do on your own," King explained. Purple frowned, somewhat shocked at having their own words used against them. They didn't say anything, so King continued. "It's the least I could do since I was the one who gave you that injury."

Purple opened their mouth to protest but was cut off as King kept going. "Plus, think of it as me repaying the favor. Since you helped bandage my back earlier. It's only fair that I help bandage you too."

The younger stick didn't respond right away. Their brows scrunched while a contemplative look adorned their expression. After a second, they slowly nodded.

"Okay."

And King let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"But before the bandages get placed," Purple interjected, they fidgeted for a second before plucking the bruise cream from the blanket. They held it out towards King. "My shoulders… I got some bruises from when my elytra was yanked. Could you…?"

King carefully took the tube from Purple's hand. "Of course. I'll get your shoulders and you can get your chest?"

The younger stick figure nodded, reaching over to grab the burn ointment and an application pad. Then they turned so their back faced King. The orange stick shuffled closer to get a better look. Mirrored on either side of their shoulder expanse, were a cluster of bruises. King could picture where the elytra straps met skin and winced in sympathy at the force it must have taken to leave these marks.

He worked meticulously on the shoulder muscles of Purple's back, taking extra care when applying the bruise cream. When Purple signaled they were done applying the burn ointment to their chest, King started wrapping with the gauze and bandages. It was almost nostalgic in a way. Back when Gold was younger, they'd always get into wild scrapes while playing in the backyard and he'd tend to their injuries in much the same manner. Granted, Purple was a much more behaved patient, having barely moved an inch since King started. Gold on the other hand, always had the tendency to shift around when they got too antsy.

It wasn't until Purple gave a small stuttering gasp, did King snap out of his thoughts. Purple still had their back to him but small tremors shook their chest as they hastily brought a hand to their face.

Immediately, King released his hold and backed away. "Shit- Purple. Did I hurt you? Were the bandages too tight?"

The younger stick didn't turn around. Instead they let out a wet chuckle and used the bandage on their wrist to wipe at their eyes.

"No, they're fine. Really good even," Purple replied, voice thick with emotion. They shook their head wistfully. "I just… I almost forgot how nice it feels to have someone else take care of my injuries."

Without looking, Purple grasped the end of the bandage that had been released in King's haste, and pulled it taut over their shoulder, carefully tying it off at their bicep. Sighing once more, they stood up and stretched, slightly grimacing at the pull of the bandages. Then, Purple turned and offered a hand out to King, who sat frozen in his spot.

Purple's slightly red rimmed eyes crinkled in tired amusement. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

King stared dumbly at the outstretched hand. A second passed, then two, then three. He blinked slowly, his gaze moving from Purple's hand to their face and back, all the while his brain tried to catch up. Without thinking, King lifted a hand and allowed Purple to pull him up.

The smile Purple gave him was warm and thoughtful, and King tightened the grip between their hands. Purple didn't seem to mind the action if the returning squeeze was anything to go by. With their free hand, they picked up the pink tote and together, they made their way to King's kitchen.

King's kitchen was small. Wall and base cabinets lined the back wall opposite the doorway creating a countertop. It extended towards the right until it was interrupted by a 4 burner gas stove. Next to it, the countertop continued until a standard sized refrigerator capped it off about two-thirds of the way into the room. Opposite of the back wall was a sink and dishwashing machine combo and more counter space made up of base cabinets. A microwave and toaster sat on these counters. Near the end of the room was a circular wooden table with two chairs stacked off to the side by an almost full trash can. On the far wall were two doors, one an actual door that opened into the pantry and the other, an open doorway that led into another room that held the door to the backyard. Said backyard could be seen through the window that sat opposite to the table along the back wall.

A calendar hung next to the doorway that connected the kitchen to the main room and King glanced at its messy array of crossed out days as Purple led them towards the dining table. In the time it took to get from the main room to here, King had composed himself. He had never expected to see Purple cry, even if it was just a few stray tears, and he decided that he never wanted to see that again. He filed away that thought along with the comment Purple made regarding them.

Instead, King focused on gathering the chairs from their stacked position when Purple released their hands and veered off towards the microwave. It's been a while since King had sat at this table and even longer since a second person sat at it. About 3 or 4 months into his research, King made the decision to eat his meals out in the main room instead of in here. If asked, he would say it was for practicality. By eating his meals out in the main room, King could continue his research without interruption. Though King knew the real reason was the memories that plagued him when he sat alone at the table.

Once the chairs were set, King turned back to watch Purple. Said stick figure had placed their tote on the countertop and had pulled a medium sized plastic container from it. Popping off its lid, Purple placed it into the microwave and shut the door. The mechanical whrrrr of the machine filled the kitchen air.

"So the thing you brought," King said, catching Purple's attention. "What kind of plates do you need?"

Purple glanced at King before turning back towards the microwave. "Bowls. Oh and spoons if you got any."

King nodded and moved towards one of his upper cabinets. As he passed by his sink he cringed at the sight of it half filled with unwashed dishes. Opening the cabinet doors, he let out a sigh of relief as he spotted two clean bowls sitting stacked on the shelf. With the bowls in one hand, King used his other hand to pull open the top drawer of the base cabinet to retrieve two spoons. He placed those spoons in the bowls and briefly nodded again at Purple as he made his way back to the table. Once there, he separated the bowls and spoons out on the table and sat down.

When the microwave dinged, Purple carefully gathered the now warmed container and carried it to the table. With a spoon, they scooped out what looked to be a type of rice porridge with bits of shredded chicken out into the bowls. After filling one, they handed it off to King and poured the rest into their own.

King narrowed his eyes. While his bowl was nearly full to the top, Purple's was only about a fourth of the way filled. Silently, King pushed his bowl back towards Purple and shot them a disapproving look. The younger stick pursed their lips, face scrunching in annoyance.

Purple's mouth opened to say something, no doubt to try and justify the discrepancy but it shut at King's expectant expression. The orange stick figure pushed his bowl further across the table till it rested next to Purple's. They stared incredulously, gaze going from the bowls to King and back. In return, King just raised an eyebrow and nodded.

After a moment, Purple let out an indignant huff and picked up King's bowl. With their spoon, they scooped bits of food into their own bowl until they were both even. They set King's bowl back down on the table and shot him a look.

"There, are you happy now?" Purple said, exasperated.

"Very," King replied, cheerfully retrieving his bowl while Purple huffed again and sat down.

Plucking his spoon from the table, King mixed his bowl's contents. The food within was an off-white color and had a consistency a bit like thick soup. It looked similar to oatmeal but instead of oats and berries, it was made out of rice and chicken. King swirled the food one more time, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Purple was watching him, and spooned the rice porridge into his mouth.

A burst of flavor hit his tongue. The rice porridge was salty and savory, with ginger, garlic, and lemon accenting the chicken taste. Maybe it was the fact that he'd never tasted this before or maybe it was because he was already starving, but regardless, it was delicious. King's eyes widened before diving in for more.

He was only a few bites in when a muffled chuckle interrupted his flow. With a spoon raised midway to his mouth, King blinked and shot a look in the direction of the sound. Purple had a hand up to their mouth, obviously hiding their amused grin.

Heat rushed to King's face in embarrassment. He had completely forgotten that Purple was sitting across the table. They probably thought he was an absolute pig. Hesitantly, King weathered a glance at Purple and was surprised to find the younger stick didn't look disgusted by him at all. In fact, they were staring at him with a soft expression.

A second passed, then two, then three, before King faked a cough into his fist, drawing Purple out of their thoughts.

"It's, uh, it's really good," King stammered awkwardly, holding up the bowl like he was raising a toast. Purple blinked before their face broke out into a bright smile.

"Then let's eat!" They said as they lifted their own bowl and clinked it against his.

King couldn't help but smile in return. He nodded and the two of them enjoyed their meal in a comfortable silence.

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#Sammy8D writes #AvM In the Week that Follows #AvM fanfic #AvAM Watered Down Hot Chocolate #AvAM WDHC #alan becker #animation vs minecraft #avm shorts #avm #King stick figure #the King #AvM King #AvA King #purple stick figure #ava purple #avm purple #Sammy8D Stick Stuff

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i-need-some-advice-on · 3 months

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CW mentions of death, suicide, mental health issues

What am I supposed to do when my parents die? I (F25) have severe mental health issues including ADHD, anxiety, autism and severe dyscalculia (basically dyslexia but with math instead of numbers, my math is at like a 3rd grade level).

I've always been extremely clingy and dependent on my parents, especially my mom. Every time it's her birthday I can't even feel happy anymore when celebrating because I know it's another year closer to her dying and leaving me forever.

I feel like a pathetic, disgusting leech. The only "jobs" I've ever had have been working for my parents. I try to make art but no one cares about it. Due to my ADHD and anxiety I absolutely refuse to drive. The last time my mom let me drive her car I almost immediately crashed it into a tree because I got distracted.

I don't know how to pay bills. I don't know how to use a credit card. I don't know how to use a bank account. I have severe memory issues from my ADHD and constantly forget things, and my even with medication my executive dysfunction is so bad I can barely do any work around the house. I don't remember the last time I brushed my teeth or washed my hair.

Growing up I always assumed that everything would be okay, because I would have a husband/wife who can help me with things. But due to my autism I can barely make friends. Pretty much every friend I like either gets angry with me because I phrase things wrong and piss them off, or they get bored and leave me.

Why should I try dating or get married if they're just going to get rid of me eventually like everyone else. And besides, no ones going to want to date someone who's too stupid to survive on their own. Who looks at someone who doesn't know how to pay bills and says "Yeah, I'd love to spend the rest of my life with them!" People want a wife, not a child in an adults body.

When my parents pass I'm not going to be able to handle a funeral. I'm lucky that we're not poor, we own our duplex and my dad has a successful business. I could rent out the other side of the duplex but again, I can barely take care of myself, let alone deal with tenants.

At this point, when my parents pass away I'm either going to:

Try to survive off of the money they have and hope for a miracle

Find a safe place for any pets we have and then kill myself.

A group home is not an option, I would rather die than be treated like a prisoner and told what to do, not allowed to leave or stay up as late as I want, and be forced to live with a bunch of other strangers.

#mental health #suicide mention #death mention

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godneuteredmeforbeingtoopowerful · 5 months

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CW: discussions of child neglect, food policing, abusing autistic children, fatshaming

I’ve always been confused why I have food insecurity trauma behaviors, but my family has always had the privilege of having enough food and money and whatever else. I was reflecting on this with one of my partners this morning, and realized that my parents had a lot of rules around eating that other people… didn’t? So I wanted to share some of them and… idk. I just don’t want to feel alone. Also, understanding that I am (undiagnosed as a child) autistic with sensory issues that sometimes explode into ARFID, is vital to this conversation and adds a whole other layer. Again, CW ahead.

We always had ingredients, not pre-prepared meals. And you couldn’t eat things bc they were an ingredient

Things like cheese you could snack on but you could only have a little. If you’re hungry, eat a fruit or a vegetable (notoriously some of the worst things for textural sensory issues.)

Pre-packaged snacks have a purpose- if we’re leaving the house, or if you want to take one to school. You may have one snack after school, but there’s a specific amount you’re allowed to have, and it cannot be pre-packaged. I was banned from goldfish for a period of years bc I kept ignoring the rule with it. (I was unwittingly self-medicating for POTS, because it was the saltiest thing I was allowed. The diagnosis came years later.)

Sugar was evil. I could have it several times a week, but only as dessert. I had no say in what dessert was or when. If I asked for it, the answer would automatically be no. Breakfast cereal, one of my only safe foods that I could count on, was not allowed to contain more than 8-9 grams of sugar. That ruled out things like fruity pebbles, my favorite cereal. Occasionally this rule would be broken for things like Golden Grahams, because my dad liked them, but not for anything else unless it was a special occasion.

If you miss your time slot during the day, you just don’t get that thing: i.e. snack time is from 3-4pm. If you don’t eat then, you can’t eat until dinner at 6. No food after dinner. No food between 8am and noon. No food between 1 and 3. This schedule was only allowed to deviate if mom deviated from it.

Also, if you don’t like what’s been prepared for a meal, too bad. Eat it or eat nothing.

In a similar vein, if you don’t eat all of your lunch at school, the leftovers are now your snack after school the next day so mom can watch you eat it. It was supposed to teach me to eat all my food at school. Instead I just learned to throw food away.

Foods other kids got a lot, we didn’t really. They were only for car trips or birthdays, so a few times a year. Things like chips, soda, cracker jacks, etc.

Since safe foods were policed so heavily, I learned to eat a shit ton when I could, so I could make it through potentially not eating anything else substantial until the next day, or even several days. This was usually breakfast cereal, which was guaranteed, and snack time food, which was usually something like popcorn or peanut butter celery (which I did like) or pretzels or yogurt. Hated trail mix and granola bars with a passion. This got me consistently criticized for “eating like a pig” or “wasting food” or “eating up money” when I would have 2 bowls of cereal for breakfast, especially in middle school and high school. But if I wasn’t really eating anything else during the day, and I ran out of energy from those 2 bowls by 10am, what else was I supposed to do but take it?

There was also a lot of competition for getting ahold of my safe foods when they were in the house- because I have 3 siblings. So I grew a habit of stealing and hoarding food in my room- even though that was strictly forbidden. I got busted often, but I was fucked otherwise. Or when we had things like pizza for dinner or other safe foods, I’d have several helpings (consequently getting fatshamed) because I wouldn’t know when I’d have a pleasant sensory experience again, or when I’d get to really eat again.

Also, had to clean my plate whenever I complained about dinner. Think I got bungee corded to the chair once. Had to sit at the dinner table past my bedtime a few times because the lasagna or avocado was too much and I’d puke. And then get verbally abused for it. They stopped that with my siblings. They were allowed to have pb&j after eating 3 bites, but only pb&j. What I would have given for that when I was a kid.

Anyway. Any solidarity is unfortunate but appreciated. A bit sobering now that it’s all listed out like that.

#actually autistic #vent post #child neglect #food policing #eating disoder trigger warning #eating disorder #child abuse #fatphobia #body shaming #exmo #autism #did system #pro endo

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sunshine-draws · 1 year

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》 Sleep Tight, My Dear Traveler 《

∙⊱⋅Tighnari x GN! Reader Oneshot

Words: 4.8k

Tags: Just pure fluff, Mutual pining, Reader is the Traveler and is referred to by They/Them and You/Your pronouns

CW: Jokes about parenthood/Paimon practically being the Traveler's child, MAJOR SPOILERS for Tighnari's story quest! Read at your own risk!

》A/N: Happy birthday, Tighnari!!! I wrote a little something to celebrate (*￣∇￣)ノWe adore the fox boy in this household. I hope you enjoy the fic!

When you accepted the commission to handle a region plaguing the Avidya Forest, you never expected Tighnari himself to join you. Simply put, you had just assumed that he was too busy with other matters already at hand. Too busy to help you investigate a contaminated region that you could very much handle on your own, at least. The life of a Forest Watcher was a hectic one, you knew that much, so you didn't want to bother Tighnari if he had more pressing issues to tend to.

... Like taking care of a sick child practically on his deathbed, for example.

You and Paimon had made your way to Gandharva Ville in pursuit of the Forest Watcher, but sure enough, he was already preoccupied with something- Or rather, someone- Instead. Laying on the bed in front of him was a small boy who was seemingly passing on his... Will? To Tighnari? It was an unusual sight, considering how you were all crowded in and around Tighnari's office, rather than the village's specialized infirmary.

Not wanting to interrupt anything, you urged Paimon to stay quiet for the time being, and just knocked on the doorframe a few times to let Tighnari know of your presence.

Looking up from where he was standing, the Forest Watcher casually nodded in your direction, before turning his attention back to the child in front of him. Taking it as an invitation, Paimon let herself into the office, darting here and there to get a better look at the two Sumeru residents. You, on the other hand, just watched in silence as the others conversed.

"What happened..? Tighnari is he..." Paimon started, looking over the Forest Watcher's shoulder and completely disregarding your warning of 'be quiet'.

"Okay, okay, enough nonsense. Yara, you just have a small fever. Take your medication and rest. You'll be bouncing off the walls in no time," Tighnari sighed and patted the boy, supposedly named Yara, on the head.

It was just as you'd thought: It wasn't anything deadly if they were in Tighnari's office, instead of the medbay with all of the medicinal supplies. As Tighnari chatted with Yara, you simply pulled Paimon outside by her foot and jokingly teased her about being a worrywart over nothing.

"He's fine, Paimon. Kids tend to exaggerate a lot of things, so chill out a bit, would you?"

"Paimon was just concerned, okay?! And let go of Paimon's foot already!"

"Hmm... Nope. I think I'll be holding onto you for a while longer, considering how easily 'concerned' you are. Who knows? Maybe I'll wander off and get sick myself... I wouldn't want to worry my little pet, now would I?"

"HEY! Paimon is NOT your pet!"

"Oh, that's right! You're my mascot, how could I forget?"

"Wh- TRAVELER! That's worse!!! Paimon is Paimon! Your guide!!!"

The little fairy wriggled in place, resulting in you feigning innocence as you let go of her foot- Sending her flying in a certain direction before she looked back at you and pouted again. You had your hands up in surrender and gave a closed-eyed smile in response.

"Well, don't you two seem close?"

Tighnari chimed in, watching as you and Paimon bantered back and forth. Paimon profusely shook her head at that statement, darting behind the fox as if he were some sort of meat shield.

"Tighnariiii! They're being mean to me!" She wailed, shooting an accusing glance at you afterward.

"Whatever do you mean? Our precious Traveler here? Surely you jest, Paimon. They wouldn't hurt a fly." Tighnari rolled his eyes sarcastically, going over to where you were standing.

You two exchanged glances for a bit before both of your composures broke into hearty laughter. Tighnari cut it short by waving his hand, turning towards you with a gentle smile afterward.

"What brings you here today, Traveler?"

"Ah- Right! I almost forgot. You see, the situation is..."

"Hmm, I see... So the contaminated region is the cause of all of these problems, just as I'd predicted..." Tighnari wondered aloud, putting a hand to his chin in a thinking position.

Paimon fluttered around curiously, staring at the fox as he was lost in thought. "You already knew of this, Tighnari?" She asked bluntly, tilting her head to the side. The Forest Watcher just nodded, before speaking up again.

"I've been keeping a close eye on this area for a while. As things are now, it's extremely dangerous for anyone who doesn't possess a vision to just waltz on in there. If a regular person were to get lost in that area, the side effects could be fatal— Possibly deadly, if they aren’t careful." Tighnari let out a low groan, bringing his hand up to massage the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"Over the past few days, several people have been affected by this area and required my immediate attention. As scatterbrained and troublesome as they are, I couldn't just leave those goons on their own, so I never had the chance to investigate the region myself. I've had a few rangers close off the area, but by some miracle, there always seems to be someone who slips past my efforts."

"You mean like Yara..? Didn't he go into the contaminated zone?"

Tighnari sighed, shaking his head at Paimon's question. Crossing his arms over his chest, he tried explaining the situation thoroughly.

"Yes, he did. I just said that he had a small fever to console him, but the recovery process might take longer than I'd like to admit. Luckily, his case wasn't as bad as the others, which was why I was treating him in my office. He'll be fine, but the fastest way to cure him and the others would be to take care of the problem at its source."

Listening to his story, your gaze absent-mindedly went back to the direction of the Forest Watcher's office, where Yara rested. Shifting in place, you mirrored the fox's stance subconsciously- Arms crossed over your chest, completely closed off.

"Tighnari..."

The man in question relaxed a bit after hearing you say his name, letting his arms fall to his sides. Placing a hand on his hip, Tighnari gave you a sympathetic, reassuring smile in response.

"I don't blame him for it, don't worry. Yara's just a child, after all- He didn't know any better. All he knew was that he wanted to play, and just so happened to wander off into the wrong area of the forest. My top priority is to nurse him back to health, so if you'd let me... May I join you to deal with the contaminated region?"

Tighnari then explained that joining you would be like killing two birds with one stone; he would get to deal with the forest's pestering issue at its heart, and both of you would be able to complete your individual goals as you did so. You had no objections with his reasonings of course, apart from his curt little remark to you, before you all set off.

"This way, I can also spend more time with you, Traveler. It's been a while since you've visited, you know?"

Oh, what a sly fox this man was...

"Oi! Stop flirting and get a move on, you two! The forest isn't going to heal itself!"

Before you could say anything in return, Paimon called from a few meters away- Rather loudly, in fact. She really was acting like a toddler, wasn't she? An attention-hogging, hunger-driven one, at that.

"What is she, your child or your guide?" Tighnari asked out in a light-hearted manner, playfully nudging your arm.

At this point, you didn't know yourself. Exchanging a mutual glance with Tighnari, you just shook your head and smiled, before going after your floating companion. The Forest Watcher chuckled at this, following right behind you.

"If she's my child, then I'm definitely not ready to be a single parent."

"Oh? Is this an invitation, Traveler?"

"Think of it as you wish, Tighnari."

You didn't see it, but as you were walking, his tail was swaying ever-so-slightly.

Before you knew it, a whole day had already come and gone. Throughout the span of a few hours, your little party of three went to Sumeru City, Avidya Forest, back to the city, and then back into the forest again. The sun was already beginning to fall by the time you and Tighnari had figured everything out, with the help of Paimon scouting here and there.

Ley Line anomalies, yet again. Something about inconsistencies within the Ley Lines was causing the forest to act up the way it was. There were no animals present, the plants were either wilting or emitting a strange glow, and most of all... There were ruin machines everywhere.

Your party was lucky enough to run into a very peculiar machine, though; a crab-like robot who was serving as your guide through the forest. It held no human intelligence, but it was eagerly driven by spare parts, so Tighnari brought it along to make venturing through the forest easier. As things stood now, the robot didn't pose a threat to you, plus it even guided you past dangerous areas and helped you find a spot to camp for the night. Tighnari occasionally gave it spare parts, as rewards for its helpfulness.

Speaking of, Paimon and that crab-like robot were already long gone, off to search for food... Which left you and Tighnari to set up the camp alone. Your original task was to start the fire, but with your past adventuring experiences, you got it going within the span of a few minutes. Feeling bad for Tighnari, who was trying to set up a huge tent all by himself, you decided that you might as well lend a helping hand. Right now, you were holding it in place and initiating small talk as the Forest Watcher secured it to the ground.

"You really didn't need to call me a 'lummox' earlier, you know?" You pouted childishly, watching as the fox tinkered away at the tent.

Tighnari's ears twitched at this, and he leaned to the side so he could get a better glimpse of you. Smiling playfully, he went along with your little quip before getting back to work.

"Would you prefer it if I called you a blubbering airhead, instead? Ah- Hold that down for me, would you?"

"I'd prefer it if you didn't call me any of those at all!" You laughed, obeying his order and keeping your grip firm.

Finally finishing the tent, Tighnari stood up and dusted himself off, glancing around the campsite one last time. Nodding to himself, he then walked over to where you were crouching and extended a hand in your direction, urging for you to take it. As you silently thanked him, Tighnari lifted you up carefully, bringing you back to your feet. You stumbled a bit, but managed to regain balance with the help of him holding onto your shoulders.

Watching as you brushed yourself clean, the fox smiled fondly at you, before reaching out and wiping some dirt off of your cheek. Sevens knew how you even got dirt on your face to begin with, but that wasn't important right now. All you could focus on was the Forest Watcher, who was holding you as if you could slip away from his grasp at any fleeting moment.

"Tighnari..? What's up?"

You looked at him in confusion, but Tighnari didn't retract his hand. Instead, he just left it there, cupping your face gently as his own features softened.

"You know I say those things to you endearingly, right?"

"Huh? What do you mean by tha—"

"TRAVELERRRR! TIGHNARI!!!" A voice wailed, interrupting whatever little moment you just had.

Paimon flew over, on the verge of a breakdown, blabbering about how she "couldn't find any food and all the animals were gone and the forest was so dark and scary and she's never had trouble scavenging before and now they wouldn't have dinner and—"

Tighnari let go of you, and made his way to where Paimon wept. He patted her head and ruffled it a bit, attempting to console her and tell her that he wasn't expecting much to begin with. You, on the other hand, were left dumbfounded and holding your cheek where his hand was, just a moment ago. It seemed like Paimon didn't notice what you two were doing, before she came over.

"Alright, enough of that. I came prepared, so just give me a moment, would you?"

Sighing once more, Tighnari let go of Paimon and went over to the tent, momentarily disappearing inside of it before walking back out. In his arms was a large brown bag, one you saw him occasionally opening and closing throughout the day. Kneeling by the campfire, the Forest Watcher proceeded to open the bag once more, just to pull out an assortment of fresh fungi, a skillet, and a small paring knife.

Paimon sulked for a bit longer, sniffled, and then drew her attention to the simmering sounds now coming from in front of her. Noticing that her dinner was not, in fact, ruined, her face lit up once more as if she didn't just have a mental breakdown minutes prior. Wiping her eyes, the little fairy just went over to you and watched as Tighnari made quick work with his blade.

"Tighnari? What are you making?" Paimon asked out, the sweet aroma of grilled mushrooms filling her nose. The fox just hummed in response as he placed a few herbs on the skillet, observing as they turned a crispy golden color.

"A mushroom hodgepodge. I've been foraging and collecting some edible fungi, while we were out and about," Tighnari replied, skillfully flipping the mushrooms with a flick of his wrist.

Controlling the skillet with one hand, the fox rummaged through his bag with the other, pulling out three large leaves. Offering them to Paimon, Tighnari smiled as he watched her grab two of the leaves, giving one to you. You and Paimon exchanged confused glances, before examining the leaves handed to you. They were thick and had a very smooth feel to them. Rubbing your thumb along the edge of the leaf, you noticed that they were rather waxy, too.

"Here, hold it out. The mushrooms are hot, so eat slowly," he instructed, portioning the meal on the three leaves. Both you and Paimon watched in wonder, as the steam floated off of the grilled fungi.

"Woah!!! Even though it's steaming, Paimon can't feel the heat on her hands at all! And the mushrooms are so pretty too hehe!~" Paimon cooed, kicking her feet with a giddy smile on her face.

"These leaves have a thick layer of wax, which helps regulate temperature well. They're easy to find around these parts, and we forest watchers use them as makeshift plates all the time," Tighnari explained, smiling as you and Paimon gawked at the meal. He was mostly smiling at you, though. The expression you had was just priceless, with stars practically in your eyes.

Setting aside the empty skillet, Tighnari sat back with his own leaf in hand, gently blowing on it to cool the food down. Picking up one of the mushrooms, the fox took a bite and motioned for you two to do the same.

"Well? The food isn't going to enjoy itself, now is it?"

"Kulilu?"

"Eh?"

All three of your heads turned towards the mechanical voice at once. Sure enough, the robot was back, with a variety of fruits at that. Stomping on the ground a few times, the crab-like robot made an odd chirping noise in expectance.

"Huh, would you look at that? Did you bring those back for us?" Tighnari asked out, watching the strange robot as it bounced in place.

"Ooh, Paimon gets it! It wants another mechanical part, right?"

"Hmm, I see... Sorry, but no part this time."

"Kulilu?!" The robot made another odd noise, before dramatically collapsing on the ground.

You laughed at this, quietly eating your food as you watched Tighnari banter back and forth with the robot. Was he really bickering with a machine? His ears were pressed flat against his head, and you could see his brows furrow with slight annoyance. If you didn't know any better, you would think that he was genuinely upset with a living being.

"That task wasn't important enough. If every little thing resulted in a reward, you might start taking advantage of the system. You'll get a part when the time comes." The Forest Watcher let out an exasperated sigh, and patted the robot on its 'head' as if he were a parent consoling a child.

"You treat it as if it's your kid, Tighnari. Why don't you give it a name, too?" You chuckled, hiding your smile when he looked at you through tired, half-lidded eyes.

"What, suddenly I'm its guardian? I'm starting to pity you, if this is what you have to deal with on the daily—"

"Oi! Paimon isn't a child! How many times does Paimon have to say it?!"

"Oh, I beg to differ."

"It looks like we both became parents, huh? Pfft- Wh?! Hey, Paimon! Don't steal my food, come on!"

"Too bad! If Paimon really IS your kid, then she deserves to have as much of your food as she wants! Hmph!"

"Goodness, you two certainly are a rowdy bunch, aren't you?"

Happily chatting away, with the robot peacefully "sleeping" in the corner, the three of you finished your meal in contentment. Before you knew it, night had fallen, the fire was burning low, and the quiet atmosphere of the forest was finally settling in. Tighnari had offered to keep watch first, so after you helped clean the area, you bid him goodnight and headed into the tent to sleep.

Tighnari watched fondly, as you tucked Paimon into bed and brushed her hair aside, before going to sleep yourself.

"... A parent, huh?"

You weren't sure how many hours had passed, but you awoke when you felt something shift next to you. Turning over, you let out a low hum and opened your eyes slowly, adjusting to the darkness. In front of you was a large figure- At least, larger than Paimon, whom you fell asleep next to.

"Ah- Sorry, did I wake you up?" Tighnari asked out quietly, lifting the blanket and making some room for himself.

You just shook your head and yawned, sitting up and rubbing your groggy eyes. Scooting over, you stayed silent as Tighnari made himself comfortable on the makeshift bed.

"Nnng... It's fine... Where's Paimon?" You questioned, squinting and looking around the tent.

You were completely disoriented, and reality just felt like a huge fever dream right now. As your eyes adjusted, you saw that outside was still pitch black, probably around midnight right now. Tighnari was sitting next to you, moving his tail out of the way so he didn't take up most of the bed. Paimon was nowhere to be found, but the faint tingling noise from outside reassured you.

"She's on watch duty right now. I'm not sure how I feel about her ability to perform, though..." Tighnari responded to your question, nodding towards the general direction Paimon was in.

You hummed out a response, letting another yawn escape your lips as you shifted in place. The Forest Watcher next to you tilted his head curiously, observing you under the faint moonlight that found its way through the tent's fabric.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna go keep her company. That little thing probably fell asleep while floating..." You sighed, stretching a bit before slowly hoisting yourself up.

"Ah, wait-"

"Hmm?"

You felt something warm grab your wrist, just as you were about to head outside. Looking down, you saw Tighnari's hand, gently holding the area between your wrist and your palm. Confused, you turned your head to look at him, only to be met with averted eyes. He cleared his throat, before speaking up again.

"... Stay here. The robot's awake and is currently looking after her, so you can sleep some more."

Easing a little, you sat back down and nodded at his words. Staying still for a bit, the two of you listened to the quiet chirps of the grasshoppers outside in awkward silence. Tighnari's hand was still holding onto you, although now, it was relaxed and currently resting on top of yours. He didn't say anything, like he was anticipating for you to either pull away or to speak up about it.

"Tighnari..?"

"Sorry... This is really uncharacteristic for me, right?"

Retracting his hand, Tighnari cleared his throat, before laying down. Was he too bold? Turning his head away from you, he closed his eyes and went silent again, resting both of his hands over his stomach. You heard him take a few deep breaths, and he opened his eyes slightly, gazing into the distance despite only being able to see the tent's walls.

It seemed like he was trying to look everywhere except for where you were. What's up with that?

Still sitting up, you just watched Tighnari curiously, before mirroring his movements. Laying down next to him, you stared at the tent's roof for a while, and attempted to fall back asleep. However, something just... Didn't seem right. Or rather, it felt like there was something left unspoken, that just didn't sit right with you.

Rolling over, you tucked an arm under your head and faced Tighnari, just staring at him. You didn't say anything, and remained silent as you watched his chest rise up and down in time with his breathing. From this angle, he was really...

"Is something the matter?"

"Ah-!"

Blinking a few times in surprise, you watched as Tighnari rolled over to face you, mirroring your movements this time. He was finally looking at you again. Giving you a small smile, his expression softened, and he reached out with his free hand... Just to poke you on the forehead.

"What? Are you having trouble sleeping?" He asked out, chuckling.

Bringing his hand back, the Forest Watcher gazed into your eyes with complete fondness, that you had to avert your own gaze in embarrassment. Unfortunately for you, in the position you were in, it was extremely difficult for you to hide the growing redness rising from your neck to the tips of your ears. Tighnari had an extremely clear view of you becoming flustered right before his very eyes.

"N-No, it's just... Ah... You looked... Pretty. That's all. You always do, actually. I... I just-" You cleared your throat a little, turning your head away sheepishly.

There was another moment of awkward silence, and you shifted into your original position, laying flat on your back. Tighnari was still facing you, but this time, his eyes were wide and his ears were perked up slightly. Did he hear you correctly? "Pretty"? Is that what you said?

"..."

Silence. Again.

Goodness, this was just becoming painful, now.

"... Haah, I can't go to sleep like this," Tighnari sighed, sitting up once more. Looking at you, he ran a hand through his hair and spoke up again.

"Traveler, we need to talk. About... Whatever this is."

You gazed up at him, watching as he vaguely gestured towards the both of you. Taking a deep breath, you sat up too, and nodded at his words.

"What is there to talk about? I believe I've made my feelings pretty clear with you just now, haven't I?" You asked, bringing your knees close to your chest and hugging them.

You heard a faint laugh come from Tighnari, and he shifted in place once more. He was now facing you, crisscrossed with his arms draped over his lap.

"Well, yes, but... I want to hear it from you. I don’t want to jump to conclusions or be brazen about any of this. Especially since..."

He trailed off, bringing an arm up to rub the back of his neck. Sighing for the who-knows-how-many-times that night, Tighnari paused for a bit.

"... Since I... Traveler, what... Am I, to you?"

"Huh?"

Looking at Tighnari briefly, you pondered the question, trying to carefully pick your words. When the right words didn't come up, you bit your lower lip and furrowed your brows slightly.

You couldn't. How could you explain the way you felt about him? How every day felt like an adventure, regardless of whether or not you were on the job? How he was the sweetest, most entertaining person you've ever met, despite already traversing through three other nations? How it hurt, knowing that you couldn't remain by his side, no matter what you may feel.

Tighnari took your silence as an answer.

"... I see. If it's too hard to talk about, we can always leave it for later?"

"Ah! No, wait-"

You reached out your hand, but hesitated again, bringing it back to your chest. When you fell silent once more, Tighnari watched carefully, and his ears flattened against his head.

"Am I... Just another face in your adventure? We're both busy people, I understand that. It was a miracle fate brought us together in the first place, even more so that you're in front of me right now. I'm not asking you to stay, but..."

"I like you... Tighnari."

"..!"

Perking up, the Forest Watcher looked at you in surprise, as if he believed his ears were playing tricks on him. You were staring back at him, hand clutching your shirt where your heart was. You could feel it pounding rapidly, and with those large ears of his, you swore that Tighnari could hear it, too.

"I like you. A lot. But... We both know that I can't stay in Sumeru."

"... That's alright with me. Knowing you feel the same is enough."

Tighnari stayed silent, a warm feeling blossoming in his chest. Looking at you, he felt comfort and pure bliss, for what seemed like the first time in an eternity. You, a traveler from beyond the sea of stars, sitting right in front of him with the moonlight caught in your adorable, messy bedhead. You, a traveler who's been through so much, but always persevering and aiding others. You, a mere traveler...

His traveler.

Extending a hand towards you, Tighnari cupped your face gently, looking at you through half-lidded eyes. Caressing your cheek with his thumb, he parted his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but paused again. You just leaned into his palm, looking at him with the warmest gaze imaginable as you urged him to speak.

"... May I..?" He asked out, taking a glance at your lips, before making eye contact.

You responded by giving him a tender smile, to which his expression softened before he drew closer.

The kiss was slow and gentle. Tighnari took his time, and you melted into his embrace almost immediately. When you two finally pulled away, there was a brief moment where you just stared at each other in awe, before you found your lips colliding again. And again. Each time was slightly more passionate than the last.

After it was over, Tighnari held you close, pressing your foreheads together as he breathed out in relief. You heard him chuckle, before he gave the two of you some distance.

"You have... No idea how long I've wanted to do that."

His expression was bittersweet; a mix of relief, guilt, and satisfaction was all visible in his omni-colored eyes. You gazed back at him with the same amount of longing, bringing your hand up to clutch his, which was still holding your face.

"Ahaha~ It’s better late than never, right?"

"Mm... We have a lot of lost time to make up for, then."

Tighnari placed a small kiss on your head, brushing your hair back carefully with his free hand. Pulling away, he smiled and watched as you laid back down on the bed. Perhaps you were finally getting sleepy, now? In the darkness, you extended your arms out toward him, urging for him to join you. Exhaling deeply, the Forest Watcher shook his head, before obliging and making himself comfortable in your arms.

As you stroked his head, you heard a faint swishing sound coming from underneath the covers. Tighnari buried himself in the crook of your neck, with his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Is that your tail wagging..?"

"Ahem! We can... Discuss that tomorrow morning."

"Right... Ah-! How are we going to explain this to Paimon?"

"What, your child of a fairy?"

"No no no, OUR child, now. I told you I wasn't ready to be a single parent."

"Ahaha~ And I suppose I'm actually taking you up on that invitation, huh? Well... Let's just focus on getting some rest, first. We won't be able to do anything, if we oversleep."

"Not so bad if I'm cuddling you, to be honest. Haha... Good night, Tighnari."

"Mmm... Sleep tight, my dear Traveler."

Nestled in the comfort of each other, you and Tighnari drifted off to sleep in a matter of seconds. Needless to say, that was probably the best rest you both had in a while.

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