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Welcome to NRC Rollo. Gaslighting is a daily vitamin here.

whoops I did more of this

(enjoy it while you can, Roro, it's only gonna get weirder next Halloween)

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I'm doing artfight for the first time this year! So excited~! <3

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For the afternoon crowd!

Omg requests are open 🥺 okay okay so last week I had this dream that I was at a party and some random little wizard man cursed me with a spell and all of a sudden I was in just my underwear in the middle of the dance floor?? So like How would the twst cast - mainly scarabia and savanaclaw - react to that happening to their partner? Especially if their partner had a lot of scars or stretch marks and was really insecure about everyone seeing them :(

You absolutely do not have to do this ofc I just thought it was an interesting idea - no pressure!

I really really love your blog I’ve been following for agesss 🥺💛

Boys React to Lover Being Stripped

Leona

Lowkey, I don't think the spell is hitting anyway. Leona's got mad points in defense spells. So if he's standing near you and a spell is coming, he deflecting that shit.

But, if by some horrible design the spell actually hit, you're basically in his vest and halfway out of the room before you even realize what just happened. He's concerned, checking you over to make sure you're not hurt, and that's when he notices how shy you are about your marks, so he goes to get you clothing to cover up.

Now, while you're resting together, he'll just like, use his tail to play with your shirt hem. He wants to look at your body closely. Scars are a sign of pride and considered beautiful in the Sunset Savanna. He also just thinks the stretch marks are sexy. Literal tiger stripes as far as he's concerned.

Ruggie

Freaks out once he sees what the spell did. His shirt is off and on you while he's hunting in the crowd for the fucker who just stripped his lover from across the room. He gives up pretty quickly to usher you out of the room. He barely even registers the marks because he's honestly no stranger to random scars.

Afterwards, he's now more comfortable shirtless in front of you. It helps you get more comfortable seeing that he has his own scars. And better fed he is, you can still see a rib or two. He's got fucking hyena spots on his hips, your strech marks aren't even anything weird to him. Another who equates scars with something to be proud of.

Jack

Nearly kills someone. At least everyone thinks he is from how loud he growled while picking you up in his arms. He's basically covering you like that; his biceps are all the clothing you need at the moment. He's leaving immediately and you're coming with him. The next day, he's a man on a mission to figure out who did the spell because he's going to just...break someone's arm real fast.

Jack has stretch marks, I'm calling it. The boy is 16, 6'2" and ripped as hell. He's got stretch marks just from growing the way he has. Mostly understands your insecurity about them as he has his own issues with his growth spurt in middle school. But, he also starts showing his stretch marks more, just so you know he has them too. Can't talk bad about your marks without talking bad about his.

Kalim

Yelling the second he sees your bra. Blushing, taking his jacket off to cover you and calling for Jamil. Ushers you out of the room, ends the party right then and there. Yes, it is a literal investigation about what happened at the party. Yes, someone will be put to death for the crime of making you cry at one of Kalim's parties.

Doesn't really understand that you're more upset at the mark becoming public knowledge than the fact you were stripped. He's been around all of his mom's, he's seen stretch marks and thinks they're pretty, like tiger stripes. Lowkey, didn't even think people came without them after a certain age. Offers to find a way to cover the marks if they bother you. You could get tattoos like his, then you can match!

Jamil

You barely realize what's happened because Jamil's already got you covered up and halfway out of the room. He's glaring in the crowd, having anticipated something happening at the party, but didn't think it was going to be this. He thought someone was going to make an attempt on Kalim’s life.

A little peeved when it turns out you're more upset about 'flashing the crowd' than the action of being stripped. But he can pick up on the insecurity of your marks. He does tell you it's all natural with growing, that scars are a sign of strength to plenty of people in Twist. But, if you really dislike them, he will offer up some lotion that the Asim's use to stay buttery soft and smooth. It will at the very least help soften and fade the marks.

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It's Summer (Break) Time Zine (TWST)

Here’s my part for @talesinthelostwoods ‘s zine!!

Check out the zine and everyone’s amazing works HERE

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My boy. Everyone clap for him

High res. Relaxing in Room Kalim base card

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Breakfast 😌🔞

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Omg requests are open 🥺 okay okay so last week I had this dream that I was at a party and some random little wizard man cursed me with a spell and all of a sudden I was in just my underwear in the middle of the dance floor?? So like How would the twst cast - mainly scarabia and savanaclaw - react to that happening to their partner? Especially if their partner had a lot of scars or stretch marks and was really insecure about everyone seeing them :(

You absolutely do not have to do this ofc I just thought it was an interesting idea - no pressure!

I really really love your blog I’ve been following for agesss 🥺💛

Boys React to Lover Being Stripped

Leona

Lowkey, I don't think the spell is hitting anyway. Leona's got mad points in defense spells. So if he's standing near you and a spell is coming, he deflecting that shit.

But, if by some horrible design the spell actually hit, you're basically in his vest and halfway out of the room before you even realize what just happened. He's concerned, checking you over to make sure you're not hurt, and that's when he notices how shy you are about your marks, so he goes to get you clothing to cover up.

Now, while you're resting together, he'll just like, use his tail to play with your shirt hem. He wants to look at your body closely. Scars are a sign of pride and considered beautiful in the Sunset Savanna. He also just thinks the stretch marks are sexy. Literal tiger stripes as far as he's concerned.

Ruggie

Freaks out once he sees what the spell did. His shirt is off and on you while he's hunting in the crowd for the fucker who just stripped his lover from across the room. He gives up pretty quickly to usher you out of the room. He barely even registers the marks because he's honestly no stranger to random scars.

Afterwards, he's now more comfortable shirtless in front of you. It helps you get more comfortable seeing that he has his own scars. And better fed he is, you can still see a rib or two. He's got fucking hyena spots on his hips, your strech marks aren't even anything weird to him. Another who equates scars with something to be proud of.

Jack

Nearly kills someone. At least everyone thinks he is from how loud he growled while picking you up in his arms. He's basically covering you like that; his biceps are all the clothing you need at the moment. He's leaving immediately and you're coming with him. The next day, he's a man on a mission to figure out who did the spell because he's going to just...break someone's arm real fast.

Jack has stretch marks, I'm calling it. The boy is 16, 6'2" and ripped as hell. He's got stretch marks just from growing the way he has. Mostly understands your insecurity about them as he has his own issues with his growth spurt in middle school. But, he also starts showing his stretch marks more, just so you know he has them too. Can't talk bad about your marks without talking bad about his.

Kalim

Yelling the second he sees your bra. Blushing, taking his jacket off to cover you and calling for Jamil. Ushers you out of the room, ends the party right then and there. Yes, it is a literal investigation about what happened at the party. Yes, someone will be put to death for the crime of making you cry at one of Kalim's parties.

Doesn't really understand that you're more upset at the mark becoming public knowledge than the fact you were stripped. He's been around all of his mom's, he's seen stretch marks and thinks they're pretty, like tiger stripes. Lowkey, didn't even think people came without them after a certain age. Offers to find a way to cover the marks if they bother you. You could get tattoos like his, then you can match!

Jamil

You barely realize what's happened because Jamil's already got you covered up and halfway out of the room. He's glaring in the crowd, having anticipated something happening at the party, but didn't think it was going to be this. He thought someone was going to make an attempt on Kalim’s life.

A little peeved when it turns out you're more upset about 'flashing the crowd' than the action of being stripped. But he can pick up on the insecurity of your marks. He does tell you it's all natural with growing, that scars are a sign of strength to plenty of people in Twist. But, if you really dislike them, he will offer up some lotion that the Asim's use to stay buttery soft and smooth. It will at the very least help soften and fade the marks.

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Idia x a reader who's an introverted shut-in nerd loser just like him...

SSR Connection

Idia x Reader (Could be read as platonic)

The prefect isn't entirely sure what any of the NRC teachers were smoking but they fucking wanted some. It wasn't even midterms, yet every class decided they would have massive tests on the same day. And to make matters worse, their gacha game was having its long-awaited event! The SSR of their dreams was finally in their grasp.

Normally, they'd be on their phone the entire day, even during gym if they could swing it. Grinding gems and completing tasks to roll for the new event.

But NO. They had to be 'present and engaged' with clases because every one of their teachers decided to fuck their life with big fat tests. The only glimmer in their mind was the fact Ortho was a dear friend. A dear friend who didn't have to participate in classes and was most likely in his brother's room doing a lot of nothing all day. So, with a barely functioning brain, they had raced to Ignihyde. Throwing open Idia’s bedroom door with a fast-forwarded explanation of what they needed the android to do. Simply use every gem to get the new card, and do their games' refuel battles to earn more.

They said that while throwing their phone at the flaming blue hair, before closing the door, no more than three seconds later.

And they survived! Every test completed and hopefully passed. They stopped at Sam's for a treat, seeing Ortho scanning the shelves, they called out.

"Ortho! Sorry about this morning. I was in such a rush, I must have scared you with how I busted in there."

"Hm? It's no issue, I suppose. But, what are you-"

"Today was wild. The baby midterms every teacher decided to give were brutal. But, I made it! Thank you so much for watching my phone for me."

"Prefect, I don't have your phone."

...

To say that the prefect started wailing was an understatement. Ignihyde was more blue than any other color of the spectrum. There's no telling if they tossed their phone at Idia or simply into an empty room in their panicked and sleepy state. Ortho was nice, guiding their weeping self towards Ignihyde and his brother's room. If lucky, their phone was just sitting on his bed or desk, untouched. If unlucky, Ortho was sure his brother would help locate the device.

But once they got to Idia's room, the housewarden barely acknowledged their entrance. He had his phone in one hand, the other typing on his keyboard as an emulator played on screen. Wires connected to the Prefect's phone.

"Um...Nii-san?"

"Good! Ortho, you're back, I need you to-" Idia turned, curling into himself at seeing another person in the doorway. He only grew more frantic in his typing at seeing who it was, "W-wait! I'm almost finished grinding! You can have your phone back after that!"

The prefect perks up, a small gasp escaping their mouth, "You had my phone all day?"

"Um...yeah." Idia looked between them and the screen before slamming a fist onto the desk, "How long have you been playing 'My Lovely Hero Academia'!?"

"A-a few months? Why-" They flinch as Idia swiped at his monitor, thinking that he was literally throwing it at them, only to see he sent over a holo screen showing the emulator display.

"How did you get Madame Justice!? I've been playing for literal years and I still haven't gotten her drop!"

The Prefect waves the screen away, raising an eyebrow, "Is...Is she rare? She's like the poster girl for the whole series, isn't she? She's got an SSR for every event, even if she isn't in it?"

"Yeah, you can get those, whatever. This is the launch day SSR! THE RAREST DROP IN THE GAME! WHERE DID YOU GET THIS!?"

"I...I got her in the starter pack? I didn't know she was so rare..." The Prefect folds their arms, mumbling under their breath, "They whore her out enough, I wasn't surprised when she showed up..."

"THE STARTER-" Idia just stand from his chair, rolling over and gripping the Prefect by their arm and tugging them back to the table of monitors, "Come here! What do you even do? Your cards are all shit but you've got rare SR AND SSRs out the ass!?"

"I don't know!? I just like the card art man!"

Idia picks up the Prefect's phone, pointing at it in barely contained anger, "You literally have my dream lineup and you've done nothing with them!"

"Well, I don't really like the main story, and the battle system is-"

"ANOTHER THING. You haven't played past the first arc of the main story!?"

"It's boring!"

"BORING!?"

Ortho watched from the doorway, looking between the two before slowly backing away. His eyes crinkled for a moment, though it was an argument, his brother was talking to someone openly. He could barely keep his giggle to himself as the Prefect had fully sat down, snatching their phone from Idia’s hands and pulling up a new app.

"Now, if we're talking interesting, you need to play 'Star-Trail Impact'-"

"By the Seven. Just BURN your money instead."

Ortho closed the door behind him, snickering into his hand, "I'm so glad my brother is making friends~!"

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Idia x a reader who's an introverted shut-in nerd loser just like him...

SSR Connection

Idia x Reader (Could be read as platonic)

The prefect isn't entirely sure what any of the NRC teachers were smoking but they fucking wanted some. It wasn't even midterms, yet every class decided they would have massive tests on the same day. And to make matters worse, their gacha game was having its long-awaited event! The SSR of their dreams was finally in their grasp.

Normally, they'd be on their phone the entire day, even during gym if they could swing it. Grinding gems and completing tasks to roll for the new event.

But NO. They had to be 'present and engaged' with clases because every one of their teachers decided to fuck their life with big fat tests. The only glimmer in their mind was the fact Ortho was a dear friend. A dear friend who didn't have to participate in classes and was most likely in his brother's room doing a lot of nothing all day. So, with a barely functioning brain, they had raced to Ignihyde. Throwing open Idia’s bedroom door with a fast-forwarded explanation of what they needed the android to do. Simply use every gem to get the new card, and do their games' refuel battles to earn more.

They said that while throwing their phone at the flaming blue hair, before closing the door, no more than three seconds later.

And they survived! Every test completed and hopefully passed. They stopped at Sam's for a treat, seeing Ortho scanning the shelves, they called out.

"Ortho! Sorry about this morning. I was in such a rush, I must have scared you with how I busted in there."

"Hm? It's no issue, I suppose. But, what are you-"

"Today was wild. The baby midterms every teacher decided to give were brutal. But, I made it! Thank you so much for watching my phone for me."

"Prefect, I don't have your phone."

...

To say that the prefect started wailing was an understatement. Ignihyde was more blue than any other color of the spectrum. There's no telling if they tossed their phone at Idia or simply into an empty room in their panicked and sleepy state. Ortho was nice, guiding their weeping self towards Ignihyde and his brother's room. If lucky, their phone was just sitting on his bed or desk, untouched. If unlucky, Ortho was sure his brother would help locate the device.

But once they got to Idia's room, the housewarden barely acknowledged their entrance. He had his phone in one hand, the other typing on his keyboard as an emulator played on screen. Wires connected to the Prefect's phone.

"Um...Nii-san?"

"Good! Ortho, you're back, I need you to-" Idia turned, curling into himself at seeing another person in the doorway. He only grew more frantic in his typing at seeing who it was, "W-wait! I'm almost finished grinding! You can have your phone back after that!"

The prefect perks up, a small gasp escaping their mouth, "You had my phone all day?"

"Um...yeah." Idia looked between them and the screen before slamming a fist onto the desk, "How long have you been playing 'My Lovely Hero Academia'!?"

"A-a few months? Why-" They flinch as Idia swiped at his monitor, thinking that he was literally throwing it at them, only to see he sent over a holo screen showing the emulator display.

"How did you get Madame Justice!? I've been playing for literal years and I still haven't gotten her drop!"

The Prefect waves the screen away, raising an eyebrow, "Is...Is she rare? She's like the poster girl for the whole series, isn't she? She's got an SSR for every event, even if she isn't in it?"

"Yeah, you can get those, whatever. This is the launch day SSR! THE RAREST DROP IN THE GAME! WHERE DID YOU GET THIS!?"

"I...I got her in the starter pack? I didn't know she was so rare..." The Prefect folds their arms, mumbling under their breath, "They whore her out enough, I wasn't surprised when she showed up..."

"THE STARTER-" Idia just stand from his chair, rolling over and gripping the Prefect by their arm and tugging them back to the table of monitors, "Come here! What do you even do? Your cards are all shit but you've got rare SR AND SSRs out the ass!?"

"I don't know!? I just like the card art man!"

Idia picks up the Prefect's phone, pointing at it in barely contained anger, "You literally have my dream lineup and you've done nothing with them!"

"Well, I don't really like the main story, and the battle system is-"

"ANOTHER THING. You haven't played past the first arc of the main story!?"

"It's boring!"

"BORING!?"

Ortho watched from the doorway, looking between the two before slowly backing away. His eyes crinkled for a moment, though it was an argument, his brother was talking to someone openly. He could barely keep his giggle to himself as the Prefect had fully sat down, snatching their phone from Idia’s hands and pulling up a new app.

"Now, if we're talking interesting, you need to play 'Star-Trail Impact'-"

"By the Seven. Just BURN your money instead."

Ortho closed the door behind him, snickering into his hand, "I'm so glad my brother is making friends~!"

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too tired to doodle properly, but have a florid

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Trio octa in the tale of Three Selkie sisters from this post

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So...

I got the next three weekends queued up with fic updates and requests. So, as a treat and a bonus to myself, you all get a teaser of the Cheater's AU!

Azul was better than certain people. Not everyone, obviously, but a large number of them. It was a simple lie turned fact that got him through his toughest school days. He was better than his classmates who mocked his physique, the naysayers who commented that his business ideas would never hold water. But now, he managed multiple offices in their city. His business rubbed elbows with high-profile companies. He was rich, he was handsome, he was BETTER.

Such ideals powered him through college, granting him early graduation and an opportunity to open his own investment business in near record time. He played it smart and close to his chest his first year, gaining a reputation and loyal clientele. He of course had to merge with a larger corporation in the end, but it was simple animal kingdom dynamics. The smaller, smarter entity needed to cling to the larger. So he did.

He built his little empire under the protective shadow of a larger fish that he will one day consume whole. He just needed to wait.

And in his waiting, Floyd and Jade joined his company. His right and left hand finally where they belonged and ready to do as they were prepped for. With the twins, the company ran smoothly. With the proper protocols in place, there was virtually no risk of error. A fact Jade brought up as a bore.

The older twin remarked how it made the work week dull; success, no drama, no fun. Floyd pouted about it too, stating how it was great no one was too annoying. But, it was boring not getting to rough anyone up anymore…

So, being the good, thoughtful boss he was, he hired a punching bag for them.

Mako Yun was a failure of a human being by Azul's standards. Lackluster looks, poor work ethic, and a shit personality. His only positive was that his family was well off, old money that continued to make sound investments. Such business smarts clearly skipped a generation as Mako continuously fucked up his job, ending in numerous cuts to his paycheck to compensate the loss.

The gambling didn't help much either, Azul would assume.

As such, he and the tweels' days of workplace boredom were over. They could simply walk over to the cubicle in the off-center of the room and ask the man a simple question. Without fail, he'd get it wrong and they could rip him apart verbally and as torturously as they wanted. The other employees were quick to understand Mako's true purpose in their company. Many of them had been frustrated when they had to start picking up the male's slack. But seeing him being bullied daily was plenty of payback for Mako keeping them back late more than once.

With his new stress toy, Azul's life was perfect. He had money, his degree, his company, his best friends, and his plans. He gained a new sense of joy watching Mako's face crumble and twist in anger at all of his mocking. How, even with his parents' wealth, he graduated with poor grades from a lowly-ranked college. His parents couldn't even get him a job at a bigger company because no one wanted to risk such a loser on payroll. Mako should be thankful that Azul took pity on him, letting him bask in the light of Azul's own grand brilliance. He should worship the very ground Azul walked on for letting him into the building, letting him see what success truly was. 

Azul was better than this old money nepo baby and he got to rub it in his face. Got to stand over his desk and remind him that of the two of them, Azul was the one who came out with the most. That Azul had everything this failure couldn't hope to achieve. So hearing his little punching bag did have something he did not was…annoying.

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I've done it. I've found the name of my Jasmine!Twist. Noman, meaning all the blessings of Allah. To reflect Jasmine/Yasmine meaning gift from god.

Everyone clap for Noman!

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AASSAASSAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH I THOUGHT I REBLOGGED THIS THIS MORNING. STUPID FUCMING HEAT.

I love it!!!! 1000/10 as always!!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

MANHWA AU (H)

Last one I swear. @twstfanblog

Silliness below. I drew this as a joke but imagine they’re shit talking Cindy at her own tea party lol.

No text ver.

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I don't know why but I can see this for Yuu and Vil dynamic in Cheaters AU

You can put either one as Debbie or Morticia.

It's either of them. And the other is just agreeing because 'OMFG, SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS ME'

Once they meet in the AU via a fancy party, they become best friends. Vil and Yuu think up various 'innocent' scenarios for their multiple affair rendezvous. At some point, they start saying they're with the other as a friend's outings when they're instead out cheating.

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*~Fatherhood Fables~*

A/N: Hello all, and a happy Father's Day! I'm so proud I managed to get this ready in time for the holiday. A special thank you to @bun-lapin for letting me use her lovely OC Hui-Yan because I ship her and Lilia in my canon. This is one of many ways I have to sling shooting my OCs that I've never spoken about at you guys. There's a little info block after the story for any questions you'd have. But also, if you wanna learn more about them, don't hesitate to send in an ask, enjoy! Warnings: Mentions of surgery in Skully's part, Mentions of burn injuries in Rollo's part, Mentions of cannibalism in RiddlexFloyd's part Pairings: YuuxMalleusxAzulxJamil, RiddlexFloyd, TreyxJade, CaterxIdia, AcexDeucexJackxEpel, LeonaxRuggie, VilxRook, SebekxSilver Word Count: 6.2 K (Each ficlet is around 400-500 words)

Riddle x Floyd

Sunday brunches had become a fun weekend tradition in their household. Everyone would sleep in late, have a morning of lazing around in pajamas before heading to a delightful seaside bistro along the boardwalk. The restaurant had a wide range of menu items, though they were most famous for their fresh-caught seafood selection, Floyd and Larimar’s favorite feature of the bistro. But, as Riddle sat across his family in the booth, he felt concerns bubbling up in his mind. While Floyd was eating an almost nauseatingly big seafood platter, Larimar was ripping apart a king crab with his teeth and bare hands.

The five-year-old was deceptively small, Riddle could hold him comfortably for nearly two hours straight, but had a grip strength that could potentially crack bones if he put his mind to it. So, to watch his adopted child snap the spiny shell like a twig wasn’t what worried him. It was the glee and speed that Larimar devoured the meat inside of it.

“...Floyd, should we be encouraging this?”

The Eel-Mer looked up from his plate, chewing absent-mindedly on a fishbone, “Encourage what?” 

“...” Riddle gestured to the side, raising an eyebrow at the sickening crack of shell under tiny hands, “Our child?”

Floyd glances to his right, raising an eyebrow at Larimar dipping crab meat into a bowl of butter, “He’s eating?”

“...” Riddle sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Crab, Floyd. He’s eating crab. Is that…Should he be doing this? Is this not some form of cannibalism?”

“Hmmm…Well…” Floyd takes the moment to place a hand on Larimar’s head, his aggressive hair tussling not slowing the child down from his meal in the slightest, “He’s a coconut crab. He’s already a cannibal.”

…

“What?”

“Ah, are you worried?” Floyd moves his hand, shoving a finger into Larimar’s mouth. The child barely registered the added meat in his maw, chewing on his father’s finger before realizing the different taste. His face pinches, making a loud retching sound, and tilting his head to remove Floyd’s finger.

Floyd held up his hand, the index finger bloody, “See? He doesn’t even like how I taste. Plus, he’s way too small to kill either of us on his own.”

Sighing, Riddle passes his husband a napkin for his bleeding finger, “I can tell you’re trying to calm me and it’s not working.” Riddle wonders if there was a parenting book on raising your child to not be a cannibal…

Trey x Jade

Piping flowers with two small icicles pressed to his ribs had become a skill Trey didn't think he'd develop in his adulthood. Sighing, Trey finished a rose, using his scissors to pluck it from the nail and hold it to the child clinging to him, “One more for me?”

Icsac pulled his face from the fabric of Trey's sweater, dark blue eyes still wet with unshed tears. He blew gently, the fog of air hardening the frosting by chill alone before he tucked his head right back into Trey's side.

The flower joined the other chilled blossoms, tucked in neatly with fresh, unfrozen buttercream and piped leaves. He taps the child on the head, smiling at the nervous face looking up to him, “I gotta put this in the fridge, ok?”

Icsac pouts, but detaches from his side, quickly ducking behind the island to be out of view from the other side.

With another sigh, Trey makes sure the customer's order was safely in the fridge before looking at the others in his kitchen, “Ok. What happened?”

While Icsac ducked lower, Jade remained completely unbothered at his station of stirring the bubbling jam insert. The mer hummed, turning to Trey in question, “What do you mean? Clearly, there wasn't a small mishap of any sort.”

Icsac's head just barely poked over the edge of the island, pointed ears almost drooping, “I…I accidentally killed one of papa's new mushrooms…” The ice fae turned toward Jade, “I said I was sorry…”

Trey raised an eyebrow toward Jade, “He's apologized. You're the adult in this situation.”

“And I believe a proper punishment is to return him to foster care.”

“Jade!” Trey's yell barely overcomes the high-pitched whine of Icsac.

Jade laughed, turning off the stove and moving the pot to the counter, “You two clearly need to learn when I'm joking.”

Trey sighed, letting Icsac cling and cry into his shirt, "I can tell. Icsac is still getting used to you.”

Walking over, Jade knelt to the ground to be more eye level with Icsac, patting the eight-year-old on the shoulder to gain his attention, “I brought you home myself, not to mention forging the proper licensing and paperwork to be listed as your foster parents-”

“Yeah, we should be trying to make that actually legal-”

“-I have no plans on giving you back.” Jade finished off his speech by bringing Icsac closer, pressing a kiss to the sniffling fae's forehead. Standing back up, Jade continued, “Plus, since that mushroom did completely break down after exposure to below freezing temperatures, the seller lied to me.”

Trey sighed, shaking his head before walking across the kitchen, “So that's what you were mad about.”

Jade had bent at his hip, tilting his head in question to his son, “Icsac, what is the internal temperature land mammals start to shut down?”

“32°C.”

“And how cold can you make your ice?”

“Um…-400°C?”

Trey had walked back over, whispering into Jade's ear with a stern expression, “Don't use our son to kill people.”

“Oh, I would never…”

Cater x Idia

Idia drummed his fingers in increasingly complex beat patterns, a nervous tick he had unfortunately picked up in his adult life. Though he knew everything was perfectly fine and safe, he couldn't help but worry over one of his little AI-fants entering a physical body for the first time.

Ortho had spent almost half a year simply designing what he called a ‘new era of robotics’. And Idia had to agree with him, seeing the specs. Nanobot repairing systems, flexible synthetic skin paneling, realistic feet. Ortho had outdone himself in an effort to make his nephew as ‘human-passing’ as possible. And while Apollo would probably never have an arm canon, the 500 million-volt taser was more than enough to make Cater and him feel assured of their child’s safety.

Cater was beside the body, having dressed it in a loose-fitting shirt and shorts combo while Idia and Ortho ran final checks, “Sunshine, why did you want a physical body? I know you said it was for dancing, but you can do that in one of the digital spaces your Papa Idi made for you, cuties.”

Apollo hummed, a tiny sun sprite on the screen hovering around the checklist, “Because~, I wanna learn to dance. Learning stuff is more like uploading here. I wanna have a physical body that has to learn the movements. It'll be that more amazing when I perform!”

Idia laughed under his breath, making sure every system was fully connected before closing out the maintenance tab, “I show you idol groups one time and you’ve been stuck on them ever since. It’s ok to be interested in other things, you know…”

Rolling his eyes, Cater handed Ortho the transfer wire, “Look who's talking. Ortho, all ready?”

With a thumbs up, Ortho winked at the sun sprite on the screen, “On your mark!”

Apollo rushed into the body, the wires connecting it to the main computer flashed in an iridescent sheen before a ‘Download Complete’ message was shown on the screen. The body's hair starts to ignite, off-white strands quickly gaining a reddish hue to match Cater’s hair. Two big eyes blink open, irises turning like a color wheel before they settle on yellow to match Idia.

Sitting up, Apollo looked at his hands and limbs in amazement, “Whoa…everything is…so 3D…”

Apollo was attempting to move off the platform before Ortho could warn him. Both of the height and the fact that he wasn’t properly prepped to try walking unaided yet. Every adult in the room screams when the baby android goes face first into the floor, a small cracking sound being heard on impact.

While Ortho rushes to the computer, pulling up programs to start diagnostics and repair systems, Idia and Cater fret over their child's cracked face plate and nose leaking a pale blood fluid. 

The baby android rubs his face, looking at the fluid in wonder. Apollo’s eyes only seem to glow brighter, realizing just how human his experience was going to be, “This is gonna be awesome!”

Ace x Deuce x Jack x Epel

“Hey! Put him down, don't you try to sway the judge in your favor.” Ace scowled, glaring at Epel from his place on the floor.

Epel glared back, pausing in pressing kisses and raspberries to Russell's cheeks, the baby giggling and squealing over his smallest father’s deadpan voice, “Ah birthed the damn babe, Ah’ll kiss and tickle ‘em as Ah please.”

Ace huffed, pointing to the large round rug he was sitting on the edge of, “You can't get him all primed for play, he'll just crawl to you instead of actually picking! Put him down!”

It was a stupid idea, but dinner wasn't going to be ready for another thirty minutes, so they had time to do stupid things. Russell's first birthday had just passed, their son much bigger than the tiny redheaded baby Epel had cursed and sworn was a demon from the deepest crevices of Tartarus. With four people taking care of him, Ace had been convinced that their son had a clear favorite among his fathers. And what easier way to showcase it than allowing him to pick which he preferred?

Epel and Ace had continued making faces at each other as they argued, Ace stopping short on a sentence to yell and point at someone standing behind Epel.

Turning around, Epel clicked his tongue and glared at a sheepish-looking Jack with a now-empty baby spoon in hand, “‘EY!?”

The beastman shrugged, looking away as Russell made grabby hands toward him, “I just wanted to make sure he still liked mashed potatoes…”

“Of course he does!”

“It's basically the only thing the lil bugger eats now!”

Sabotage aside, the three of them sat — IN EQUAL DISTANCE — from their son in the middle of the carpet. All of them smile at the baby, cooing and making eye-catching hand movements to coax their son to them. The race was tight, Russell moving around the rug to each parent but never within grabbing range for someone to claim victory. 

Ace smiled, elation clear on his face when Russell started to make a beeline for him, “That’s it! Come to daddy!”

Epel frowned, trying to wave Russell toward him, “No! Come to yur mama, baby! Ah fed ya!”

“Epel, that is the literal bare minimum…” Jack spoke, his ears pressed to his head.

But when Russell crawls past Ace, still babbling excitedly, the three look up. Deuce had come home without any of them hearing the front door, already having removed his officer’s jacket, he held a white cake box and scooped a squealing Russell into his free arm. He kisses Russell on the temple, smiling to the group and holding out the tote, “I brought home cake! Why are you all sitting on the rug?”

…

Epel sighed, closing his eyes in what could only be called defeat, “Ah can’t fault his choice…”

“Juice really was the obvious answer to this…”

“We’d all make the same pick…”

Deuce looked at his husbands in confusion, “What are you guys talking about?”

Leona x Ruggie

Leona was sure that if his younger self could see him, he'd mark him a poor imposter and sentence him to death. Because at no point in his adolescence did he ever think he'd be lying under a tree in the backyard of his villa, being accosted by multiple children putting bows in his hair.

But he was, and that was his life. Taking in eight kids who had broken into his and Ruggie's kitchen had now led to over a hundred wayward children in their care. He couldn't complain. It's what he wanted to do in the first place: to offer change and a chance to those who'd never receive one otherwise. With a heavy sigh, he turned his head to watch Ruggie with a different flock of children. Jabari, standing beside him sticking out like a sore thumb as one of only three hyena beastmen in their current care.

The older hyena was kneeling, pointing to budding plants in a garden plot with kids enraptured in his explanation. Ruggie had thought it up only a few weeks ago, wanting the children in their care to know how to supply their own food. The threat of hunger was always on his mind, even after their years together and the literal basement full of provisions.

At a sharp tug, Leona growls, tilting his head away from over-eager hands, “Don't try to brush my dreads. You'll pull all my hair out.”

Sadiki pouts at him, her hyena ears and arms folding after throwing the hairbrush to the ground in frustration. Akili pipes up, tying even more ribbons into his hair that smaller kids hand him while others clip in barrettes.

“You should get rid of them so we can brush your hair again.”

He got them because these brats managed to brush his hair to the point he had an actual mane. He doesn't say that, never wanting to make the little nuisances feel bad. But instead of saying that, he shakes his head, stopping Akili from tying another bright green ribbon in his hair and making the barrettes click and clack against each other. As the younger kids all giggle, he moves to stand up, ignoring their whining.

“Alright, enough of this. I have to make sure you brats have food tomorrow.”

Sadiki stands, gripping onto his pant leg and trying to stop him from leaving the shade of the tree, “We have enough! Play with us!”

“...” Leona scoffs, smirking down at the little girl before bumping her off, making her roll down the hill with a shrill scream, “Says you. The second you don't get a snack, you'll try to run away again.” He watches as the other kids decide rolling their way down is the better idea. He laughs under his breath, walking into the house and leaving the sounds of laughter outside.

Azul

He floated in front of his children, his two beautiful girls with the love of his life, head in his hands. They were too much like their mother, from the weakness they made in his hearts and down to their violent nature. It was supposed to be a quick and easy deal, one so quick and easy that both parties had brought their children along as they discussed the final terms of their contract.

From the quiet atmosphere, there was a sudden scream. He and his client both assumed the children were playing together. Only to realize the scream wasn't full of joy, but was actually a singular child wailing. Instead of finding the children being threatened by a shark or other creature, they found his two perfect girls absolutely throttling the other child. Now the two mer groups were floating apart from each other. His client checking over her still crying child, and him attempting to scold his darlings after having to forcibly pull them off the boy.

“...I don't…I don't even have the words. What in the seven seas were you thinking?”

Scylar had spoken up first, pointing to the whimpering child clinging to his furious mother, “He was bein’ a cunt!”

“Scylar.”

Charysa wasn't far behind, pouting as she pointed toward the other child too, “Mama said we don't take shit from nobody down here!”

“Charysa!?”

Azul glances over his shoulder at the angry woman with her son tucked close to her tail. Turning back to his own treasures, he curled down and whispered harshly, “Now, I would never be one to tell you not to defend yourselves, it’s basic instinct and I’m fully aware of what your mother is like. But, there are two of you and one of him, it was clearly in your favor. I beg you girls to be a bit more covert.”

Charysa whines, her tentacles swaying as she twists in faux nervousness, “But, daddy…he was being mean.”

“Girls-”

Scylar shot forward, leaning over Azul’s shoulder and pointing toward the still whimpering child, “He was trying to pick on us, because he said his mommy picked on you, and it was fine because you were an octotwerp and we’d be no better!”

…

Azul turns. He stared down the now familiar woman, her expression now slightly panicked as she nearly sweat under water, “...Oh? Is that so?”

Jamil

If Jamil were a person who could joke about his childhood, he'd claim he became a father at six. That was when he became aware of the fact that he'd have to be the one who made sure Kalim didn't eat poison off the ground or walk into traffic. But now, in his early twenties, a small person strapped to his chest, Jamil wonders if Kalim was really as bad as he thought he was growing up. Maybe he was simply too small to be taking care of Kalim the way he was.

Because JJ was clingy, clingy to a point he and Yuu were mildly concerned he was some form of colic from how hard he'd cry if he wasn't being held. But, without fail, the second he was in their arms, he'd go quiet. Maybe fussy if he still wanted a bottle. But normally-

A sharp tug to his side bang makes Jamil's thoughts pause, looking down at big matching coal eyes as he gently detangles his son's tiny fingers from his hair, “Yes, my little Viper, can you be helped?”

Jamil had only known JJ for about four months, and he already knows every last one of his son's responses. A pout means he's too hot, and Jamil needs to figure out how to cool him without removing him from his body. His tongue sticking out is hungry. Normally, it was, anyway. Jamil had learned that JJ will do it if caught staring or simply ‘Being a silly’ as Yuu would call it. There was no tell Jamil needed for a diaper change. With his son normally strapped directly to his person, Jamil could tell the moment he’s son so much as farted.

The more recent response, Jamil thought with a warmth in his heart, was his favorite. JJ had started to smile, eyes crinkling as a small laugh bubbled out of him. A development that had both Yuu and Jamil claiming their son looked like the other. While Yuu brought up the fact JJ was his actual clone, Jamil would counter that JJ smiled more like Yuu than himself.

With the very act of being perceived being all he wanted, JJ moved to press his cheek back to Jamil's chest. Seeing the baby had settled himself, Jamil could help but smile himself. Going back to folding the laundry as he thought, ‘Silly…’

Kalim

“Moe~, are you sure you're okay staying home? It'll be fun to introduce you to your grandparents, all of your aunts and uncles, your cousins, your second cousins-”

“I'm fine.”

Kalim keeps smiling at the nine-year-old, laughing when the boy holds the book higher to hide behind.

“Ok. I'll bring home something good for you! Be good for Zayan*!” Kalim called out, fixing his headpiece before leaving for the night.

Kalim wouldn't like to admit it, but Jamil was right in saying he was overzealous in adopting. But, he couldn't in his right mind leave a child alone in the alleyways of the Silk City, even if he tried to mug him. In his defense, Mozenrath came along easily, letting himself be checked over and bathed. Only then did the child seem to lose any of the bite he had in the alley, being downright shy around Kalim and the staff if outside of his new bedroom.

With a pout, he even remarked how Mozenrath refused to use any of the gifts Kalim had given him. The clothing he used, obviously, the rags he was in didn't last long once he was out of them. The glasses were harder to accept, but Mozenrath couldn't deny that his vision was better wearing them.

What truly broke his heart was the refusal of the toys. Board games, plush toys, and cards were all left unplayed with. A few were even still in their boxes. Kalim wasn't sure why his gifts were unrecieved; every time he'd ask if Moe liked them, the child would simply flush in either anger or embarrassment and refuse to explain himself.

After speaking with Jamil and his friends, he decided the best course was to stop gifting him things and, as Yuu suggested, ‘Let the kid breathe.’

Later that night, as he came home, Zayan met him at the entryway carrying an excited energy.

“Hm? What's happened?”

The tiger beast had led him toward the TV room, the wall-to-wall screen still playing a movie he had purchased for Mozenrath on low volume. Curled up in the sunken couch and fast asleep was Mozenrath, clutching a white furred otter plushie he had refused to touch before.

Kalim could barely keep his squeal in his throat, turning toward the smiling beastman behind him, “Did you-”

Zayan was not Jamil; no one could ever replace his brother in all but blood. But seeing him hold up multiple polaroids and his phone gallery filled of a sleeping Mozenrath cuddled with a stuffed animal, Kalim decided he was doing a perfectly fine job. 

Vil x Rook

Vil wasn’t entirely sure if he had ever seen his life being this…domestic when he was younger. But he couldn't lie about the happiness he felt. He stood in his kitchen, humming under his breath as he prepared a veggie platter for himself and his son to share as a mid-afternoon snack. Though it was a soon-discovered ‘flaw' of the Cabbage Patch Fertility Clinic’s* process, having a child who greatly enjoyed vegetables was a godsend.

Looking out the window, sighing slightly at seeing his little angel face plant into the dirt. At the very least, he jumped right back to his feet and kept running around, Rook’s hunting dogs chasing him in play. Opening the kitchen door, he yelled out, “Finley! Come inside, it's snack time!”

Vil could only chuckle under his breath at how fast Finley changed course to the house. Now with his six-year-old in front of him, Vil kneels down and starts to wipe the dirt and grass from his baby's clothing, “I'm happy you love playing outside, it keeps you healthy, but please try to not become one with nature?”

“Yes, papa!”

Vil wipes at Finley’s face, frowning when the specks of dirt don’t leave his skin. He'll deny doing it, but he licked his thumb and rubbed a bit harder only to realize it wasn’t dirt. It was a freckle. His baby was getting freckles.

…

Vil burst into tears, now that he had seen one, he was seeing all of them at once. Little sun spots across his baby’s arms and legs. And most adorably across his nose and cheeks, just like his father.

The man in question had appeared in the kitchen the second he heard Vil’s wails, “Mon roi, what has happened!?”

Vil could only grip their baby by his face and point at the spots, “Freckles! He has freckles!”

“Freckles!?” Rook was soon right next to Vil on the floor, smiling and looking over every spot on his son's face, “Oh! BLISS! Kissed by the sun and every ray of joy under this blue sky!” He kept going, waxing on and on while Vil had all but crumbled to the ground at his son becoming even more adorable. The model repeatedly slammed his fist onto the ground as he proclaimed no one else in all of Twist could match his son in cuteness. ‘Cutest in the land’ being the title he would hold forever.

Finley stood, pouting lightly while his dad cupped his face and squished along his nose and cheeks, “Can I have celeby now…?”

Malleus

Sweets had started to go missing from the ‘personal kitchen’. Though it was less of a kitchen and more of a pantry his grandmother would always hide her favorite treats. A habit he and his family had adopted as time went on. Inside, Silver kept a single jar of honeybutter, Sebek kept apple chips, no one was sure what was in the jar that Lilia had hidden in the cupboards, but he and Yuu had a shared ceramic jar of orange peel cookies.

Malleus wouldn't question the decreasing supply if it wasn’t for the fact that he hadn't had any and Yuu was currently away in the Sunset Savanna. And the rules of the snack cabinet held strong; no one was allowed to pinch from others, much less an actual dragon’s horde of cookies.

He had ordered servants to keep watch of who entered and exited the hall in hopes of catching the thief. He even had Sebek stationed at the door for an odd number of days, but nothing came of the mini investigation. Cookies had continued to disappear, sometimes Malleus even opened the jar to complete nothingness, not even a crumb left behind.

Sighing, Malleus slipped away from his current rotation of envoys, making the choice he deserved a little treat for all of his work that day. And he would have had one, if he hadn't found three naked toddlers crowded around his cookie jar with crumbs coating their faces.

They all stared at each other with wide green eyes, and for a moment, Malleus wondered whose children they were, until he took notice of their horns and little fat tails. Suddenly, each child shoved a cookie into their mouths, turning back into their smaller dragon forms. While the first two had exited quickly, Malicent had doubled back, using his tail to send the cookie jar crashing to the floor before scurrying out the door between his feet. 

Malleus stood stunned before realizing what he had just seen. A sense of pride filled him; his children had learned to shift into human forms! Only to have the feeling replaced with fond annoyance as he chased after his children, yelling as lightning struck outside, “Thieves! Little moon-cheeked thieves!”

Sebek x Silver

“Sebek, you have to hold him at some point.”

Instead of responding, the half-fae simply hunched his shoulders higher. The sound of plates clacking together growing faster as he washed the dishes. 

“...” Silver sighs, turning away and making sure the bottle was held properly for Beau* to eat.

Ever since Beau came into their home, Sebek had taken a sharp change into being completely silent. He helped around the cottage more than ever, but that was never a problem before. They had fallen into the rhythm of sharing chores easily. But now, Sebek did almost everything himself before Silver even had a chance to get up in the morning. With literally every other chore completed, all he had was tending to Beau. And while that was an all-day chore, it was just one he had assumed they would share together. Sebek refused to speak around or even touch Beau. There was only one moment that Silver could recall, having fallen asleep and woken up to Sebek changing Beau’s diaper as though he were defusing a bomb.

“...” Beau ate in his arms blissfully, a carbon copy of the infant Silver used to see in his baby pictures, only with strawberry-hued hair, “Sebek…you can tell me if… if he makes you uncomfortable-”

A dish in the sink clanks hard before the half-fae turns around furious, “IT'S NOT-” he snaps his mouth shut the second he sees Beau’s eyes look toward him, “...I just…I'm…very loud…I don't wish to scare him.”

“...What?”

Sebek groaned, drying his hands and finally walking over. He sat beside Silver, looking toward Beau with a pinched expression, “My mother tells me babies are sensitive. They have no experience in the world and are frightened easily. I don’t want him…to find me scary…or equate me with yelling or loud noises.”

“...But you are loud.”

“Hey-”

Silver chuckles, taking the bottle from Beau and holding him to his shoulder, closer to Sebek, “He’s ours to raise. He can’t only know me, Sebek. You have to show him who you are as well.”

He watches with a smile, Sebek’s nervous expression fading as Beau reached out toward him. Slowly, the half-fae took Beau into his own arms, holding him stiffly but smiling at the mumbling baby.

“Plus, imagine his fright if he actually heard you later on. The shock of you being able to yell would scare him worse than the actual noise.”

“Ok, I get it.”

Lilia

“And you're not sure what's wrong?”

Lilia sighed, stirring his long turned cold tea, while talking to Silver on the phone, “No. She's been dealing with body soreness for weeks, and now she's even vomiting after meals. Neither of us is sure what's ailing her. But the doctor should at least be able to give her some type of medicine for relief.”

“That's a positive, at least. I hope Ms. Hui-Yan* heals soon. Beau is wondering when we can visit again; he wants to show off how he's improved his sneaking technique…”

“Has he?” Lilia perked, always happy to hear about his technical grandson.

“Not in the slightest. But Sebek indulges him.”

Lilia chuckles, “On another note, you should really make a habit of calling her ‘grandma’, at least to Beau. I'm feeling old being grandpa while she gets to keep being Ms. Hui-Yan.”

“Father, she'd kill me.”

“Oh, she'd barely maim. You boys really need to understand my wife more-”

The front door was slammed open, Hui-Yan stomping into the home and kicking the door shut behind her, “Pay respects to your Gods, Vanrounge, you are about to meet them.”

“Is that her?”

“Yes, she just got home. Hello, Sugar Knife! What did the doctor say?”

Hui-Yan didn't even acknowledge the pet name, eyes focused with homicidal thirst on Lilia, “You will pay for what you've done to me…”

“...” Lilia looked to the side before glancing back at his wife. His posture straightened to run as a bead of sweat ran down his temple, “What have I done?”

“I'm pregnant.”

…

Lilia spoke, his mouth moving faster than his brain could filter, “Is it mine?”

…

Hui-Yan's expression had eased from murderous to blank. Seconds passed before she reached to her side and unsheathed her sword without so much as an eye twitch.

“...” Lilia sighed, his mind fully caught up to the current conversation and what he just said, “Yeah, that's fair.”

Silver sat on the couch of his home, blinking in mild confusion at the sounds of battle over the phone. He hung up when the two elders started to scream and screech in their respective native tongues.

Beau appeared beside him, moving his way onto the couch and looking at his father’s phone and lighting up at seeing the contact, “Grandpa! Are we going to see grandpa?”

“No, grandpa is…going to be a bit busy.”

Rollo

Gilbert was so small. Small and sweet, like a little grape. 

Rollo sat at his desk, taking a break from signing forms, looking to the side of his office. His adopted son sat on the ground, using his singluar arm to draw. Scarred and weak, Gilbert seemed completely ignorant of the cruelties he's already been a victim of.

Rollo would look at the boy, his son, and think of a grape vine. How, without fail, there was always a berry much smaller than the others. Overshadowed or started later, it was an eyesore to the rest of the healthy fruit. He never cared for them; without fail, they were always the sour ones of the bunch.

But Gilbert was different.

Once home from the hospital, his burns healing into discolored pink skin. Gilbert continued on with his life, fresh and new it was. Rollo knew the reason Gilbert was so blessed was because he didn't know any better. All he could remember was what his life was after the fire that took so much of him and his parents.

A laugh makes Rollo focus. Gilbert, with effort, stood and moved toward him. With a wide-eyed smile, he held up his artwork. One figure clad in black with a harsh line for a mouth and a severe expression, holding hands with a smaller figure with a smile, grasping a flower.

Rollo smiles, plucking the small and scarred child into his lap, “What a lovely picture. We must have it framed with the others…”

Fellow

Being a free man was hard, but he couldn't think of a better place to be. He's surprised that simply agreeing to snitch got him and Gideon off the hook for kidnapping and slave trading. But the Shrouds kept their promise. He was free of a criminal record, and he had started to receive a small fund for living expenses not even a week after the trial.

He stirs the watery stew, looking over his shoulder to the two minors at the table waiting on dinner.

Gideon hadn't wanted to go, but Fellow wasn't going to allow the cat beastman to pass up a formal education to save his own pride. The first week was rough for Gideon, having never been to school and being mute, but he had found his stride easily enough.

The cat beastman pointed to his workbook, smiling as Renold mouthed out the problems. Renold was an addiction Fellow never thought possible. At first, because he couldn’t fathom bringing another child into a life of crime to be something used against him. Then it was because living legally was insanely expensive, though most of that money was being put toward renovating and repairing Playful Land.

But neither he nor Gideon could leave the little fox beastman on the streets after seeing him alone for days. At the very least, he could read and write, so he was already doing better than Fellow and Gideon were at his age.

Two children in his care, a steady stream of money, and blueprints to rework Playful Land into a functioning drifting school? Those were never his plans, never a possibility to the person he was before meeting those NRC brats. But, smiling to himself, Fellow couldn't help but think the future looked brighter than the old carnival lights he had grown used to.

He grabbed their mismatched bowls from the drying rack, ladling up their dinner, “Stew’s done! Books off the table!”

Gideon moved quickly, gathering up his notebooks before putting them in his cubby. Renold took the bowl from Fellow, looking at the food as his ears twitched around, “What’s the difference of stew and soup?”

“Ah…Soup is watery, stew has chunks.”

“...This is soup.”

“Keep talking and I won’t give you a chunk of beef in your next bowl.”

Skully*

A child. He had a child now. A problemed child, one reanimated with cursed bugs and malevolent intent. It was hard to think of what was more terrifying: the fact that he and Sarah* were only taking him in for the final months of his junior year, set to rip him open and pull every last wiggling, sinister critter from his skin and flesh later that day. Or the fact that he has a teenager in his home for the weekend.

At the knock of the front door, Skully nearly threw his coffee mug into the sink and raced over to reach it first. He smiles as he just barely beats Sarah, the green-haired woman slipping on the hall carpet and crashing into the wall as he swings open the door. He’s seen Mario, he’s known the boy since he was an actual boy. But now, with context and the added responsibility of being his legal guardian, it truly was like seeing his bouncing baby boy for the first time.

Mario stood there, texting on his cell phone with one hand as he spoke, “Hello, I’m here.” With a sigh, he pocketed the device and stepped past Skully into the entryway, pulling a large suitcase with him, “So, let’s just set some boundaries. After the surgery, you won’t need to do much for me. Just allow me to keep using your home as my primary mailing address until my internship is over and all will be-”

“Welcome home! My son of the grave! Oh, this will be splendid!” Skully threw his arms around the cat beastmen, lifting him clear off his feet as he peppered his face with kisses, “Once you’re all healed up from the procedure, we'll have a family photo! And take a vacation! And rework the family mausoleum for your coffin. Oh, happy days!”

Skully went on and on, still refusing to place the 18-year-old back on his feet. The manic energy only growing stronger once Sarah had managed to make her way to the door as well, the two adults far too excited to make ‘family plans’.

Mario wonders if this was how he seemed to others at school. Sighing, he rolled his eyes and managed to free an arm, patting his new foster father’s head, “I see why the headmistress told me ‘Good luck’ before she left…”

Zayan is a Rajah OC I made for my Future Arc! He's Kalim's new servant since he signed off on Jamil's permanent sabbatical.

The Cabbage Patch Clinic is actually a name I got from @bun-lapin! It's basically a super advanced IVF clinic where they gestate the baby on site. Side effects include your child loving the hell out of cabbage.

Beau is my OC Louis's son and is technically given Silver's dropped name. Louis asked Silver to raise his son because he did not want to accidentally raise him racist like he was.

@bun-lapin's OC!

THIS TWINK DIES WHEN I SAY HE DOES

Sarah is neither confirmed nor denied to be his life partner.

[twstfanblog]

tackles u

small wips of a continuation to this btc (it won't be finished any time soon or Ever at all 🚶‍➡️):