Anxo's Ask-blog

A wonderful Ask-blog in the universe of Aftermath SMP.

[anxo-enderman]

rules!

DNI if you are:

Anti-LGBTQIA+.

Racist.

Bigotted in any way.

No!:

NSFW questions.

Being rude.

Putting others down.

This is meant to be a lighthearted and silly blog tied into the Aftermath SMP lore.

[anxo-enderman]

(Continuation of @coffeeblades-askblog )

Reblog by @coffeeblades-askblog · 1 link

💬 0  🔁 155  ❤️ 1 · > Coffee's eyes widen as well. Oh, that's not good. > They let go of Anxo and start to get up.

>Anxo leapt over the loft fencing, coming up from a roll.

"Shit shit shit shit."

>They slipped their dish gloves on, pulling the shirt out of the bleach and wringing it out.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hurries down the ladder and over.

It's not too bad, is it? Hopefully?

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo disposed of the bleach, refilling the cauldron with water and rinsing the shirt.

"Caught it just in time."

>They wrung out their shirt again and hung it by the fireplace to dry, throwing off the gloves before flopping in a chair.

"Thank whatever God watches over my forgetful ass..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee looks relieved as they follow to the chairs, settling on the opposing one.

Look, the nest just has the power to manipulate time.

> And manipulate Timeza. Silly bird best friend. Coffee smiles at the thought.

They're magic, that's why we make 'em.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly.

"Was nice when I was allowed to make them in the orphanage..."

>They watched the fire in the fireplace crackle, ears shifting like little radar dishes.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles.

Wish I made one more often, but they're best shared with others.

> ...And they don't usually have anyone to share with. For a person with a brother and a son and a best friend, fae doesn't have anyone else home near as often as they would like.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo reached over to check how dry the shirt was, standing to search for their sewing kit.

"True... They're ideal for families... "

>They return to their seat, a well loved pouch with sewing supplies in hand.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Family. Yeah, family. Family's nice.

> Coffee retrieves their knitting project and starts slowly again.

They are. Perfect cuddle piles in the midst of chaos around them.

> Cuddle piles with faer brothers, when they were little and carefree.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, smiling slightly as they grabbed the damaged shirt.

"Overworldians really need to adopt the nesting ritual. It's so comforting."

>They set to work assessing the shirt and hunting for a specific needle and thread combination.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee's hands move almost on their own, knitting wool together with grace.

Yeah. The whole "individual beds" thing is weird. And cold, in winter. Never enough blankets. Then again,

> Fae chuckles.

I'm not Overworldian either, so.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo made a face at the mention of cold as they carefully repaired their shirt.

"The cold sucks... And they're missing out on key bonding."

>They squinted at the shirt, flinching when they accidentally prick their toe bean.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee giggles a little.

Whoever let me build in a tundra should get their privileges revoked. Cold and I do not get along, unfortunately.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled.

"That was a you decision... Unless smelly God had some input."

>They hold up the newly repaired shirt to the light, assessing their work.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee nods, laughing a little.

It was me, yeah. The Blood God did not suggest anything.

> But they think of faer recent realization of the world similarities of this server versus the last server their brother was on. Was it really faer choice, or is something larger at stake here?

> Best not to bring it up. They hum neutrally and keep knitting.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully folded the newly fixed shirt, putting it and the sewing kit where they belong.

"Fair enough, not many people would want to go somewhere freezing."

>They sat back down, somehow holding a knitting project of their own.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles.

In my case, it feels like home. 'S why I chose it.

> They finish one row and start the next.

Also, nobody's anywhere near there. It's a long journey from the mayhem of main server.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, starting work on their own project.

"Fair enough, was a smart decision to be so far away."

>Their ear flicked in sync with the rhythmic click of their needles.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles. Their tone turns lighthearted and almost even relaxed.

I'd certainly like to think so, but Rex does complain a lot about it.

> Fae almost stabs themself on accident with the knitting needle and hangs faer head in shame at the action.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo smiled in response, choosing not to acknowledge the almost accident.

"He's an adult, I'm sure he can dress himself enough to combat the cold."

>They continued working on their project.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee chuckles.

Clearly you have not met my brother yet, and for good reason. If there's something he can bitch about, he'll find it.

> They go back to knitting, more careful this time.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo paused their knitting to wheeze.

"So they're a little bitch is what you're saying?"

>Anxo's tone overflowed with humor and amusement as they continued working.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee stares at Anxo for a long moment, almost in shock. Then they start giggling.

I mean, he is a bitch so yeah?? Rex is a pain in my ass, and he has been since the day my f- It created him.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo giggled.

"Guess It saw how chaotic you could be and tried a new approach, only to fail at an easier person to manage."

>Their ears returned to moving in rhythm with their needles.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee laughs.

Yeah, It sure did. But I wouldn't trade Rex for anything.

> Their speed starts picking up again on the knitting needles, clacking quietly in a beat best heard by quiet hearths in midwinter storms.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo smiled, stretching slightly.

"That's understandable."

>They continued to knit, ears marking each stitch with the soft jingle of their earrings.

[anxo-enderman]

(Continuation of @coffeeblades-askblog )

Reblog by @coffeeblades-askblog · 1 link

💬 0  🔁 155  ❤️ 1 · > Coffee's eyes widen as well. Oh, that's not good. > They let go of Anxo and start to get up.

>Anxo leapt over the loft fencing, coming up from a roll.

"Shit shit shit shit."

>They slipped their dish gloves on, pulling the shirt out of the bleach and wringing it out.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hurries down the ladder and over.

It's not too bad, is it? Hopefully?

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo disposed of the bleach, refilling the cauldron with water and rinsing the shirt.

"Caught it just in time."

>They wrung out their shirt again and hung it by the fireplace to dry, throwing off the gloves before flopping in a chair.

"Thank whatever God watches over my forgetful ass..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee looks relieved as they follow to the chairs, settling on the opposing one.

Look, the nest just has the power to manipulate time.

> And manipulate Timeza. Silly bird best friend. Coffee smiles at the thought.

They're magic, that's why we make 'em.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly.

"Was nice when I was allowed to make them in the orphanage..."

>They watched the fire in the fireplace crackle, ears shifting like little radar dishes.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles.

Wish I made one more often, but they're best shared with others.

> ...And they don't usually have anyone to share with. For a person with a brother and a son and a best friend, fae doesn't have anyone else home near as often as they would like.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo reached over to check how dry the shirt was, standing to search for their sewing kit.

"True... They're ideal for families... "

>They return to their seat, a well loved pouch with sewing supplies in hand.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Family. Yeah, family. Family's nice.

> Coffee retrieves their knitting project and starts slowly again.

They are. Perfect cuddle piles in the midst of chaos around them.

> Cuddle piles with faer brothers, when they were little and carefree.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, smiling slightly as they grabbed the damaged shirt.

"Overworldians really need to adopt the nesting ritual. It's so comforting."

>They set to work assessing the shirt and hunting for a specific needle and thread combination.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee's hands move almost on their own, knitting wool together with grace.

Yeah. The whole "individual beds" thing is weird. And cold, in winter. Never enough blankets. Then again,

> Fae chuckles.

I'm not Overworldian either, so.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo made a face at the mention of cold as they carefully repaired their shirt.

"The cold sucks... And they're missing out on key bonding."

>They squinted at the shirt, flinching when they accidentally prick their toe bean.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee giggles a little.

Whoever let me build in a tundra should get their privileges revoked. Cold and I do not get along, unfortunately.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled.

"That was a you decision... Unless smelly God had some input."

>They hold up the newly repaired shirt to the light, assessing their work.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee nods, laughing a little.

It was me, yeah. The Blood God did not suggest anything.

> But they think of faer recent realization of the world similarities of this server versus the last server their brother was on. Was it really faer choice, or is something larger at stake here?

> Best not to bring it up. They hum neutrally and keep knitting.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully folded the newly fixed shirt, putting it and the sewing kit where they belong.

"Fair enough, not many people would want to go somewhere freezing."

>They sat back down, somehow holding a knitting project of their own.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles.

In my case, it feels like home. 'S why I chose it.

> They finish one row and start the next.

Also, nobody's anywhere near there. It's a long journey from the mayhem of main server.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, starting work on their own project.

"Fair enough, was a smart decision to be so far away."

>Their ear flicked in sync with the rhythmic click of their needles.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles. Their tone turns lighthearted and almost even relaxed.

I'd certainly like to think so, but Rex does complain a lot about it.

> Fae almost stabs themself on accident with the knitting needle and hangs faer head in shame at the action.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo smiled in response, choosing not to acknowledge the almost accident.

"He's an adult, I'm sure he can dress himself enough to combat the cold."

>They continued working on their project.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee chuckles.

Clearly you have not met my brother yet, and for good reason. If there's something he can bitch about, he'll find it.

> They go back to knitting, more careful this time.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo paused their knitting to wheeze.

"So they're a little bitch is what you're saying?"

>Anxo's tone overflowed with humor and amusement as they continued working.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee stares at Anxo for a long moment, almost in shock. Then they start giggling.

I mean, he is a bitch so yeah?? Rex is a pain in my ass, and he has been since the day my f- It created him.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo giggled.

"Guess It saw how chaotic you could be and tried a new approach, only to fail at an easier person to manage."

>Their ears returned to moving in rhythm with their needles.

[anxo-enderman]

(Continuation of @coffeeblades-askblog )

Reblog by @coffeeblades-askblog · 1 link

💬 0  🔁 155  ❤️ 1 · > Coffee's eyes widen as well. Oh, that's not good. > They let go of Anxo and start to get up.

>Anxo leapt over the loft fencing, coming up from a roll.

"Shit shit shit shit."

>They slipped their dish gloves on, pulling the shirt out of the bleach and wringing it out.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hurries down the ladder and over.

It's not too bad, is it? Hopefully?

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo disposed of the bleach, refilling the cauldron with water and rinsing the shirt.

"Caught it just in time."

>They wrung out their shirt again and hung it by the fireplace to dry, throwing off the gloves before flopping in a chair.

"Thank whatever God watches over my forgetful ass..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee looks relieved as they follow to the chairs, settling on the opposing one.

Look, the nest just has the power to manipulate time.

> And manipulate Timeza. Silly bird best friend. Coffee smiles at the thought.

They're magic, that's why we make 'em.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly.

"Was nice when I was allowed to make them in the orphanage..."

>They watched the fire in the fireplace crackle, ears shifting like little radar dishes.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles.

Wish I made one more often, but they're best shared with others.

> ...And they don't usually have anyone to share with. For a person with a brother and a son and a best friend, fae doesn't have anyone else home near as often as they would like.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo reached over to check how dry the shirt was, standing to search for their sewing kit.

"True... They're ideal for families... "

>They return to their seat, a well loved pouch with sewing supplies in hand.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Family. Yeah, family. Family's nice.

> Coffee retrieves their knitting project and starts slowly again.

They are. Perfect cuddle piles in the midst of chaos around them.

> Cuddle piles with faer brothers, when they were little and carefree.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, smiling slightly as they grabbed the damaged shirt.

"Overworldians really need to adopt the nesting ritual. It's so comforting."

>They set to work assessing the shirt and hunting for a specific needle and thread combination.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee's hands move almost on their own, knitting wool together with grace.

Yeah. The whole "individual beds" thing is weird. And cold, in winter. Never enough blankets. Then again,

> Fae chuckles.

I'm not Overworldian either, so.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo made a face at the mention of cold as they carefully repaired their shirt.

"The cold sucks... And they're missing out on key bonding."

>They squinted at the shirt, flinching when they accidentally prick their toe bean.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee giggles a little.

Whoever let me build in a tundra should get their privileges revoked. Cold and I do not get along, unfortunately.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled.

"That was a you decision... Unless smelly God had some input."

>They hold up the newly repaired shirt to the light, assessing their work.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee nods, laughing a little.

It was me, yeah. The Blood God did not suggest anything.

> But they think of faer recent realization of the world similarities of this server versus the last server their brother was on. Was it really faer choice, or is something larger at stake here?

> Best not to bring it up. They hum neutrally and keep knitting.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully folded the newly fixed shirt, putting it and the sewing kit where they belong.

"Fair enough, not many people would want to go somewhere freezing."

>They sat back down, somehow holding a knitting project of their own.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles.

In my case, it feels like home. 'S why I chose it.

> They finish one row and start the next.

Also, nobody's anywhere near there. It's a long journey from the mayhem of main server.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, starting work on their own project.

"Fair enough, was a smart decision to be so far away."

>Their ear flicked in sync with the rhythmic click of their needles.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles. Their tone turns lighthearted and almost even relaxed.

I'd certainly like to think so, but Rex does complain a lot about it.

> Fae almost stabs themself on accident with the knitting needle and hangs faer head in shame at the action.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo smiled in response, choosing not to acknowledge the almost accident.

"He's an adult, I'm sure he can dress himself enough to combat the cold."

>They continued working on their project.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee chuckles.

Clearly you have not met my brother yet, and for good reason. If there's something he can bitch about, he'll find it.

> They go back to knitting, more careful this time.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo paused their knitting to wheeze.

"So they're a little bitch is what you're saying?"

>Anxo's tone overflowed with humor and amusement as they continued working.

[anxo-enderman]

(Continuation of @coffeeblades-askblog )

Reblog by @coffeeblades-askblog · 1 link

💬 0  🔁 155  ❤️ 1 · > Coffee's eyes widen as well. Oh, that's not good. > They let go of Anxo and start to get up.

>Anxo leapt over the loft fencing, coming up from a roll.

"Shit shit shit shit."

>They slipped their dish gloves on, pulling the shirt out of the bleach and wringing it out.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hurries down the ladder and over.

It's not too bad, is it? Hopefully?

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo disposed of the bleach, refilling the cauldron with water and rinsing the shirt.

"Caught it just in time."

>They wrung out their shirt again and hung it by the fireplace to dry, throwing off the gloves before flopping in a chair.

"Thank whatever God watches over my forgetful ass..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee looks relieved as they follow to the chairs, settling on the opposing one.

Look, the nest just has the power to manipulate time.

> And manipulate Timeza. Silly bird best friend. Coffee smiles at the thought.

They're magic, that's why we make 'em.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly.

"Was nice when I was allowed to make them in the orphanage..."

>They watched the fire in the fireplace crackle, ears shifting like little radar dishes.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles.

Wish I made one more often, but they're best shared with others.

> ...And they don't usually have anyone to share with. For a person with a brother and a son and a best friend, fae doesn't have anyone else home near as often as they would like.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo reached over to check how dry the shirt was, standing to search for their sewing kit.

"True... They're ideal for families... "

>They return to their seat, a well loved pouch with sewing supplies in hand.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Family. Yeah, family. Family's nice.

> Coffee retrieves their knitting project and starts slowly again.

They are. Perfect cuddle piles in the midst of chaos around them.

> Cuddle piles with faer brothers, when they were little and carefree.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, smiling slightly as they grabbed the damaged shirt.

"Overworldians really need to adopt the nesting ritual. It's so comforting."

>They set to work assessing the shirt and hunting for a specific needle and thread combination.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee's hands move almost on their own, knitting wool together with grace.

Yeah. The whole "individual beds" thing is weird. And cold, in winter. Never enough blankets. Then again,

> Fae chuckles.

I'm not Overworldian either, so.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo made a face at the mention of cold as they carefully repaired their shirt.

"The cold sucks... And they're missing out on key bonding."

>They squinted at the shirt, flinching when they accidentally prick their toe bean.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee giggles a little.

Whoever let me build in a tundra should get their privileges revoked. Cold and I do not get along, unfortunately.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled.

"That was a you decision... Unless smelly God had some input."

>They hold up the newly repaired shirt to the light, assessing their work.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee nods, laughing a little.

It was me, yeah. The Blood God did not suggest anything.

> But they think of faer recent realization of the world similarities of this server versus the last server their brother was on. Was it really faer choice, or is something larger at stake here?

> Best not to bring it up. They hum neutrally and keep knitting.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully folded the newly fixed shirt, putting it and the sewing kit where they belong.

"Fair enough, not many people would want to go somewhere freezing."

>They sat back down, somehow holding a knitting project of their own.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles.

In my case, it feels like home. 'S why I chose it.

> They finish one row and start the next.

Also, nobody's anywhere near there. It's a long journey from the mayhem of main server.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, starting work on their own project.

"Fair enough, was a smart decision to be so far away."

>Their ear flicked in sync with the rhythmic click of their needles.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles. Their tone turns lighthearted and almost even relaxed.

I'd certainly like to think so, but Rex does complain a lot about it.

> Fae almost stabs themself on accident with the knitting needle and hangs faer head in shame at the action.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo smiled in response, choosing not to acknowledge the almost accident.

"He's an adult, I'm sure he can dress himself enough to combat the cold."

>They continued working on their project.

[anxo-enderman]

(Continuation of @coffeeblades-askblog )

Reblog by @coffeeblades-askblog · 1 link

💬 0  🔁 155  ❤️ 1 · > Coffee's eyes widen as well. Oh, that's not good. > They let go of Anxo and start to get up.

>Anxo leapt over the loft fencing, coming up from a roll.

"Shit shit shit shit."

>They slipped their dish gloves on, pulling the shirt out of the bleach and wringing it out.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hurries down the ladder and over.

It's not too bad, is it? Hopefully?

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo disposed of the bleach, refilling the cauldron with water and rinsing the shirt.

"Caught it just in time."

>They wrung out their shirt again and hung it by the fireplace to dry, throwing off the gloves before flopping in a chair.

"Thank whatever God watches over my forgetful ass..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee looks relieved as they follow to the chairs, settling on the opposing one.

Look, the nest just has the power to manipulate time.

> And manipulate Timeza. Silly bird best friend. Coffee smiles at the thought.

They're magic, that's why we make 'em.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly.

"Was nice when I was allowed to make them in the orphanage..."

>They watched the fire in the fireplace crackle, ears shifting like little radar dishes.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles.

Wish I made one more often, but they're best shared with others.

> ...And they don't usually have anyone to share with. For a person with a brother and a son and a best friend, fae doesn't have anyone else home near as often as they would like.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo reached over to check how dry the shirt was, standing to search for their sewing kit.

"True... They're ideal for families... "

>They return to their seat, a well loved pouch with sewing supplies in hand.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Family. Yeah, family. Family's nice.

> Coffee retrieves their knitting project and starts slowly again.

They are. Perfect cuddle piles in the midst of chaos around them.

> Cuddle piles with faer brothers, when they were little and carefree.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, smiling slightly as they grabbed the damaged shirt.

"Overworldians really need to adopt the nesting ritual. It's so comforting."

>They set to work assessing the shirt and hunting for a specific needle and thread combination.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee's hands move almost on their own, knitting wool together with grace.

Yeah. The whole "individual beds" thing is weird. And cold, in winter. Never enough blankets. Then again,

> Fae chuckles.

I'm not Overworldian either, so.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo made a face at the mention of cold as they carefully repaired their shirt.

"The cold sucks... And they're missing out on key bonding."

>They squinted at the shirt, flinching when they accidentally prick their toe bean.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee giggles a little.

Whoever let me build in a tundra should get their privileges revoked. Cold and I do not get along, unfortunately.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled.

"That was a you decision... Unless smelly God had some input."

>They hold up the newly repaired shirt to the light, assessing their work.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee nods, laughing a little.

It was me, yeah. The Blood God did not suggest anything.

> But they think of faer recent realization of the world similarities of this server versus the last server their brother was on. Was it really faer choice, or is something larger at stake here?

> Best not to bring it up. They hum neutrally and keep knitting.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully folded the newly fixed shirt, putting it and the sewing kit where they belong.

"Fair enough, not many people would want to go somewhere freezing."

>They sat back down, somehow holding a knitting project of their own.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles.

In my case, it feels like home. 'S why I chose it.

> They finish one row and start the next.

Also, nobody's anywhere near there. It's a long journey from the mayhem of main server.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, starting work on their own project.

"Fair enough, was a smart decision to be so far away."

>Their ear flicked in sync with the rhythmic click of their needles.

[anxo-enderman]

(Continuation of @coffeeblades-askblog )

Reblog by @coffeeblades-askblog · 1 link

💬 0  🔁 155  ❤️ 1 · > Coffee's eyes widen as well. Oh, that's not good. > They let go of Anxo and start to get up.

>Anxo leapt over the loft fencing, coming up from a roll.

"Shit shit shit shit."

>They slipped their dish gloves on, pulling the shirt out of the bleach and wringing it out.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hurries down the ladder and over.

It's not too bad, is it? Hopefully?

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo disposed of the bleach, refilling the cauldron with water and rinsing the shirt.

"Caught it just in time."

>They wrung out their shirt again and hung it by the fireplace to dry, throwing off the gloves before flopping in a chair.

"Thank whatever God watches over my forgetful ass..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee looks relieved as they follow to the chairs, settling on the opposing one.

Look, the nest just has the power to manipulate time.

> And manipulate Timeza. Silly bird best friend. Coffee smiles at the thought.

They're magic, that's why we make 'em.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly.

"Was nice when I was allowed to make them in the orphanage..."

>They watched the fire in the fireplace crackle, ears shifting like little radar dishes.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles.

Wish I made one more often, but they're best shared with others.

> ...And they don't usually have anyone to share with. For a person with a brother and a son and a best friend, fae doesn't have anyone else home near as often as they would like.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo reached over to check how dry the shirt was, standing to search for their sewing kit.

"True... They're ideal for families... "

>They return to their seat, a well loved pouch with sewing supplies in hand.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Family. Yeah, family. Family's nice.

> Coffee retrieves their knitting project and starts slowly again.

They are. Perfect cuddle piles in the midst of chaos around them.

> Cuddle piles with faer brothers, when they were little and carefree.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, smiling slightly as they grabbed the damaged shirt.

"Overworldians really need to adopt the nesting ritual. It's so comforting."

>They set to work assessing the shirt and hunting for a specific needle and thread combination.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee's hands move almost on their own, knitting wool together with grace.

Yeah. The whole "individual beds" thing is weird. And cold, in winter. Never enough blankets. Then again,

> Fae chuckles.

I'm not Overworldian either, so.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo made a face at the mention of cold as they carefully repaired their shirt.

"The cold sucks... And they're missing out on key bonding."

>They squinted at the shirt, flinching when they accidentally prick their toe bean.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee giggles a little.

Whoever let me build in a tundra should get their privileges revoked. Cold and I do not get along, unfortunately.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled.

"That was a you decision... Unless smelly God had some input."

>They hold up the newly repaired shirt to the light, assessing their work.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee nods, laughing a little.

It was me, yeah. The Blood God did not suggest anything.

> But they think of faer recent realization of the world similarities of this server versus the last server their brother was on. Was it really faer choice, or is something larger at stake here?

> Best not to bring it up. They hum neutrally and keep knitting.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully folded the newly fixed shirt, putting it and the sewing kit where they belong.

"Fair enough, not many people would want to go somewhere freezing."

>They sat back down, somehow holding a knitting project of their own.

[anxo-enderman]

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💬 0  🔁 155  ❤️ 1 · > Coffee's eyes widen as well. Oh, that's not good. > They let go of Anxo and start to get up.

>Anxo leapt over the loft fencing, coming up from a roll.

"Shit shit shit shit."

>They slipped their dish gloves on, pulling the shirt out of the bleach and wringing it out.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hurries down the ladder and over.

It's not too bad, is it? Hopefully?

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo disposed of the bleach, refilling the cauldron with water and rinsing the shirt.

"Caught it just in time."

>They wrung out their shirt again and hung it by the fireplace to dry, throwing off the gloves before flopping in a chair.

"Thank whatever God watches over my forgetful ass..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee looks relieved as they follow to the chairs, settling on the opposing one.

Look, the nest just has the power to manipulate time.

> And manipulate Timeza. Silly bird best friend. Coffee smiles at the thought.

They're magic, that's why we make 'em.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly.

"Was nice when I was allowed to make them in the orphanage..."

>They watched the fire in the fireplace crackle, ears shifting like little radar dishes.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles.

Wish I made one more often, but they're best shared with others.

> ...And they don't usually have anyone to share with. For a person with a brother and a son and a best friend, fae doesn't have anyone else home near as often as they would like.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo reached over to check how dry the shirt was, standing to search for their sewing kit.

"True... They're ideal for families... "

>They return to their seat, a well loved pouch with sewing supplies in hand.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Family. Yeah, family. Family's nice.

> Coffee retrieves their knitting project and starts slowly again.

They are. Perfect cuddle piles in the midst of chaos around them.

> Cuddle piles with faer brothers, when they were little and carefree.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, smiling slightly as they grabbed the damaged shirt.

"Overworldians really need to adopt the nesting ritual. It's so comforting."

>They set to work assessing the shirt and hunting for a specific needle and thread combination.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee's hands move almost on their own, knitting wool together with grace.

Yeah. The whole "individual beds" thing is weird. And cold, in winter. Never enough blankets. Then again,

> Fae chuckles.

I'm not Overworldian either, so.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo made a face at the mention of cold as they carefully repaired their shirt.

"The cold sucks... And they're missing out on key bonding."

>They squinted at the shirt, flinching when they accidentally prick their toe bean.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee giggles a little.

Whoever let me build in a tundra should get their privileges revoked. Cold and I do not get along, unfortunately.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled.

"That was a you decision... Unless smelly God had some input."

>They hold up the newly repaired shirt to the light, assessing their work.

[anxo-enderman]

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💬 0  🔁 155  ❤️ 1 · > Coffee's eyes widen as well. Oh, that's not good. > They let go of Anxo and start to get up.

>Anxo leapt over the loft fencing, coming up from a roll.

"Shit shit shit shit."

>They slipped their dish gloves on, pulling the shirt out of the bleach and wringing it out.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hurries down the ladder and over.

It's not too bad, is it? Hopefully?

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo disposed of the bleach, refilling the cauldron with water and rinsing the shirt.

"Caught it just in time."

>They wrung out their shirt again and hung it by the fireplace to dry, throwing off the gloves before flopping in a chair.

"Thank whatever God watches over my forgetful ass..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee looks relieved as they follow to the chairs, settling on the opposing one.

Look, the nest just has the power to manipulate time.

> And manipulate Timeza. Silly bird best friend. Coffee smiles at the thought.

They're magic, that's why we make 'em.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly.

"Was nice when I was allowed to make them in the orphanage..."

>They watched the fire in the fireplace crackle, ears shifting like little radar dishes.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles.

Wish I made one more often, but they're best shared with others.

> ...And they don't usually have anyone to share with. For a person with a brother and a son and a best friend, fae doesn't have anyone else home near as often as they would like.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo reached over to check how dry the shirt was, standing to search for their sewing kit.

"True... They're ideal for families... "

>They return to their seat, a well loved pouch with sewing supplies in hand.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Family. Yeah, family. Family's nice.

> Coffee retrieves their knitting project and starts slowly again.

They are. Perfect cuddle piles in the midst of chaos around them.

> Cuddle piles with faer brothers, when they were little and carefree.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, smiling slightly as they grabbed the damaged shirt.

"Overworldians really need to adopt the nesting ritual. It's so comforting."

>They set to work assessing the shirt and hunting for a specific needle and thread combination.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee's hands move almost on their own, knitting wool together with grace.

Yeah. The whole "individual beds" thing is weird. And cold, in winter. Never enough blankets. Then again,

> Fae chuckles.

I'm not Overworldian either, so.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo made a face at the mention of cold as they carefully repaired their shirt.

"The cold sucks... And they're missing out on key bonding."

>They squinted at the shirt, flinching when they accidentally prick their toe bean.

[anxo-enderman]

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💬 0  🔁 155  ❤️ 1 · > Coffee's eyes widen as well. Oh, that's not good. > They let go of Anxo and start to get up.

>Anxo leapt over the loft fencing, coming up from a roll.

"Shit shit shit shit."

>They slipped their dish gloves on, pulling the shirt out of the bleach and wringing it out.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hurries down the ladder and over.

It's not too bad, is it? Hopefully?

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo disposed of the bleach, refilling the cauldron with water and rinsing the shirt.

"Caught it just in time."

>They wrung out their shirt again and hung it by the fireplace to dry, throwing off the gloves before flopping in a chair.

"Thank whatever God watches over my forgetful ass..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee looks relieved as they follow to the chairs, settling on the opposing one.

Look, the nest just has the power to manipulate time.

> And manipulate Timeza. Silly bird best friend. Coffee smiles at the thought.

They're magic, that's why we make 'em.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly.

"Was nice when I was allowed to make them in the orphanage..."

>They watched the fire in the fireplace crackle, ears shifting like little radar dishes.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles.

Wish I made one more often, but they're best shared with others.

> ...And they don't usually have anyone to share with. For a person with a brother and a son and a best friend, fae doesn't have anyone else home near as often as they would like.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo reached over to check how dry the shirt was, standing to search for their sewing kit.

"True... They're ideal for families... "

>They return to their seat, a well loved pouch with sewing supplies in hand.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Family. Yeah, family. Family's nice.

> Coffee retrieves their knitting project and starts slowly again.

They are. Perfect cuddle piles in the midst of chaos around them.

> Cuddle piles with faer brothers, when they were little and carefree.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, smiling slightly as they grabbed the damaged shirt.

"Overworldians really need to adopt the nesting ritual. It's so comforting."

>They set to work assessing the shirt and hunting for a specific needle and thread combination.

[anxo-enderman]

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💬 0  🔁 155  ❤️ 1 · > Coffee's eyes widen as well. Oh, that's not good. > They let go of Anxo and start to get up.

>Anxo leapt over the loft fencing, coming up from a roll.

"Shit shit shit shit."

>They slipped their dish gloves on, pulling the shirt out of the bleach and wringing it out.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hurries down the ladder and over.

It's not too bad, is it? Hopefully?

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo disposed of the bleach, refilling the cauldron with water and rinsing the shirt.

"Caught it just in time."

>They wrung out their shirt again and hung it by the fireplace to dry, throwing off the gloves before flopping in a chair.

"Thank whatever God watches over my forgetful ass..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee looks relieved as they follow to the chairs, settling on the opposing one.

Look, the nest just has the power to manipulate time.

> And manipulate Timeza. Silly bird best friend. Coffee smiles at the thought.

They're magic, that's why we make 'em.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly.

"Was nice when I was allowed to make them in the orphanage..."

>They watched the fire in the fireplace crackle, ears shifting like little radar dishes.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles.

Wish I made one more often, but they're best shared with others.

> ...And they don't usually have anyone to share with. For a person with a brother and a son and a best friend, fae doesn't have anyone else home near as often as they would like.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo reached over to check how dry the shirt was, standing to search for their sewing kit.

"True... They're ideal for families... "

>They return to their seat, a well loved pouch with sewing supplies in hand.

[anxo-enderman]

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💬 0  🔁 155  ❤️ 1 · > Coffee's eyes widen as well. Oh, that's not good. > They let go of Anxo and start to get up.

>Anxo leapt over the loft fencing, coming up from a roll.

"Shit shit shit shit."

>They slipped their dish gloves on, pulling the shirt out of the bleach and wringing it out.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hurries down the ladder and over.

It's not too bad, is it? Hopefully?

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo disposed of the bleach, refilling the cauldron with water and rinsing the shirt.

"Caught it just in time."

>They wrung out their shirt again and hung it by the fireplace to dry, throwing off the gloves before flopping in a chair.

"Thank whatever God watches over my forgetful ass..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee looks relieved as they follow to the chairs, settling on the opposing one.

Look, the nest just has the power to manipulate time.

> And manipulate Timeza. Silly bird best friend. Coffee smiles at the thought.

They're magic, that's why we make 'em.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly.

"Was nice when I was allowed to make them in the orphanage..."

>They watched the fire in the fireplace crackle, ears shifting like little radar dishes.

[anxo-enderman]

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💬 0  🔁 155  ❤️ 1 · > Coffee's eyes widen as well. Oh, that's not good. > They let go of Anxo and start to get up.

>Anxo leapt over the loft fencing, coming up from a roll.

"Shit shit shit shit."

>They slipped their dish gloves on, pulling the shirt out of the bleach and wringing it out.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hurries down the ladder and over.

It's not too bad, is it? Hopefully?

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo disposed of the bleach, refilling the cauldron with water and rinsing the shirt.

"Caught it just in time."

>They wrung out their shirt again and hung it by the fireplace to dry, throwing off the gloves before flopping in a chair.

"Thank whatever God watches over my forgetful ass..."

[anxo-enderman]

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💬 0  🔁 155  ❤️ 1 · > Coffee's eyes widen as well. Oh, that's not good. > They let go of Anxo and start to get up.

>Anxo leapt over the loft fencing, coming up from a roll.

"Shit shit shit shit."

>They slipped their dish gloves on, pulling the shirt out of the bleach and wringing it out.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

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💬 0  🔁 154  ❤️ 0 · >Anxo made a noise of acknowledgement, picking up the wheat packs and wrapping them in little fabric pouches. "Okay, do

> Coffee smiles warmly, but shakes their head.

I'm alright, really. Just need a bit to re-adjust.

> Fae attempts to straighten their spine, leading to a couple of little cracks Coffee can feel more than fae can hear.

( @anxo-enderman new post cause the old one was getting long again /silly)

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly, taking a moment to stretch. The stretch went so far that they were legitimately Exorcist crawling.

"Gotta love needing to stretch but being at risk of injury from stretching."

>They chuckled to themself, scuttling around the room a little.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee giggles at the sight, unphased by a potential horror aspect to the action.

Of course, of course.

> They do minor stretches to loosen faer joints and relieve their pain. Fae has the itching desire to thrash their braid about again, but that didn't end well last time, so instead fae pulls a gold nugget from their inventory and worries it to calm faeself. Generally more socially acceptable.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo continued chuckling, progressively sounding crazier.

"You should try this, it's so fun... Hmmm I could scare someone with this... But who... "

>They pause, moving to stand on their hands.

"Ooooh, even funner..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee grins.

Okay, now you're just showing off. That's uncalled for.

> Their tone is light, teasing. Gods know if fae tried that, they'd break instantly.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo giggled, yelping when their arms finally got sick of their chaos.

"I'm not sh-whoop... Dizzy..."

>They stair at the ceiling, eyes literally spinning as their pupils dialated.

"Head rush goes crazy... "

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee's eyes widen for a split second as Anxo falls, then they chuckle once fae realizes Anxo is fine.

Yeah, I can get that. Maybe you shouldn't do that too much. Don't want you passing out.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo pouted briefly before nodding.

"You're probably right... It's not fun... To be honest I've never paid attention to if I visibly bruise either..."

>They blink a couple of times.

"Though I can't remember if I saw any bruises from yesterday... I think it was yesterday..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee nods.

Bruising is annoying. Two out of ten, no points on style or appearance, but it's fun to poke them sometimes.

> They smile lopsidedly.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled, slowly standing.

"I suppose it would be..."

>They trot over to Coffee, placing the wheat packs on faer lap before going to sit across from Coffee.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee pretends to collapse under the weight of the wheat packs, with the world's most shit-eating grin ever on their face.

Ahhh, it's so heavy.

> Fae giggles so much they barely manage to get it out.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo laughed, nearly falling out of their chair.

"Y... You say that but you chose... You chose to have my heavy ass in your arms while you slept?"

>They were laughing unreasonably hard, to the point of tears.

"I ain't a feather am I?"

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee keeps giggling.

Hey, now, that's different. It's easier to hold a person than wheat packs.

> They pick up one wheat pack and hold it against faer chest.

People can move on their own, and know when to do so.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo watched closely, still giggling.

"I mean... They do move... They kinda jiggle."

>They stretched their legs out, wiping their eyes on their sleeve. Their ears shifted as they said their next sentence.

"And it depends on if the person's conscious, awake or feeling like being a brat."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles warmly.

True, but wheat packs require external factors to move. As for people, if you put someone over your shoulder awake, even if they're resistant, it's easier. They will automatically adjust to stay on your shoulder, so they don't fall off. Also, you can get a good grip on holding somebody as opposed to, say, a barrel or haybale.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo grinned like a mad man, staring directly at Coffee.

"You wanna bet?"

>They stood, pausing for a moment.

"Woahhh... Too fast... Too fast..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee watches with slight concern.

Yeah, maybe don't black out. That would be a very bad idea.

> They shift some of the wheat packs in case fae has to jump up to catch or steady Anxo.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo stood completely still for a moment, breathing through it.

"I'm good... I'm good... Just gotta remember that my body despises standing faster than a snail moves."

>They stretch again, seemingly trying to identify which joint was the source of their discomfort.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee nods a little, still watching carefully.

Gotta love when that happens. Bodies are weird that way.

> They chuckle a little bit to faeself.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo popped a specific section of their hip, grumbling quietly about their joints.

"Anyway... Did I ask you about how you slept? I can't remember... "

>They sat back down, grabbing a weighted blanket of their own and curling up under it.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee considers the question a moment, then nods.

You did. It was fine, aside from the nightmare. I'd asked how you slept too. You, uh.

> They hesitate.

You kinda avoided the question.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo's head tilted as they processed what was said.

"Did I? Coulda sworn I answered..."

>They looked down at their paw pads, picking out a loose thread from their damaged shirt.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee shrugs.

You may have given an "answer", but I got the feeling it wasn't the truth. I don't want to push, though.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly, standing with effort.

"I don't really remember how the sleep was..."

>They trotted over, grabbing their damaged shirt and making their way over to a nearby cauldron.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee nods and attempts to free themself from the wheat packs. They're losing.

That's fair enough, I suppose.

> Fae remembers their nightmare vividly, but normally Coffee doesn't remember any dreams fae has. They blur together after living long enough.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo reached into a barrel, pulling out dish gloves and some cleaning stuff.

"To be honest it's pretty much I'm awake for one moment, the next I'm waking up and I have no clue what happened or what time and day it is..."

>They began to wash the shirt, aggressively scrubbing out the stains.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee chuckles.

So you sleep like a rock is what you're saying. That's fair. Usually the same for me.

> They manage to get the first pack off, moving for the second.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo shrugged as they continued washing the shirt, somehow dodging any water that splashed out.

"More like I pass out..."

>They flicked a nearby lantern, causing it to light up before grabbing a piece of glass to use as a magnifying glass.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee watches with their head tipped.

Yeah. Like a rock. Rex does it too.

> There's something light to faer tone, but it doesn't hit their expression.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo glanced over, head tilting slightly.

"What's bothering you?"

>They take a moment to empty the cauldron, filling it with bleach and dropping the shirt in.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee shakes their head.

It's nothing.

> It's not nothing. Coffee feels like crap, and fae can't figure out why.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo watched closely, taking the gloves off and walking over.

"You seem a little off..."

>They checked Coffee's temperature, taking a moment to sniff the air as well to be sure it wasn't something with the air.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> The way Anxo isn't afraid of them is doing things to Coffee. The way the back of their hand touches faer head. Coffee damn near melts in their seat. As it is, faer shoulders collapse down, and tears shine in their eyes.

'M fine..... really...

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo gently hugged Coffee, patting faer back.

"You really need to speak up if you're not doing well... "

>They used their tail as a counter balance as they hugged Coffee, internally cursing themself for not having taller chairs.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee doesn't even know why they start crying, just that fae does. Their chest constricts something horrid and it hurts and fae doesn't know why-

'M sorry, 'm sorry, 'm fine, really, 'm fine....

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully pulls Coffee off the couch into a proper, sitting hug.

"Hey... Hey... Hey... Listen to me. You're allowed to not be okay, you're safe here with me and I will never judge you for expressing your emotions."

>They gently rocked, humming softly.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee sobs quietly, but doesn't struggle or otherwise try to escape the hug. They feel Bad and fae can't say why, and they're not supposed to be-

'M not weak. Sh'ld be 'ble t'take care'f m'self.

> Fae legitimately just had a nap, but their body is calling for another.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo pulled back for a moment, taking both of Coffee's cheeks in their hands.

"It's not weak in any way shape or form to cry when you feel like you need to or express any emotions you feel. Don't you dare call my new parent weak again, y'hear?"

>They did their best to look intimidating as they stared into Coffee's eyes.

"You are not weak. You're allowed to have bad days and days where you're vulnerable. If the voices think otherwise they can kiss my peach fuzzed ass."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes, Anxo's eyes are harsh, staring staring staring, scary scary. Coffee flinches back, looking away. Eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes. Their hands shake, fae pulls them in against their chest.

Eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes.

> Fae feels like they're being watched. It terrifies Coffee. Eyes, just eyes, so many eyes, eyes everywhere, voices giggle, eyes, eyes, eyes.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo gently places a gold ingot in Coffee's hands. They gently pulled fae's head to her chest, blocking all view of the world around.

"You are safe. The eyes can't hurt you."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee whimpers, their own eyes flashing between normal and those of the voices. Fae grasps the ingot tightly and shuts their eyes, even as tears keep spilling.

'M not weak, 'm not weak, really 'm not weak.

> Fae can't shake the feeling of being watched. It's like- it's like- it's like-

Eyes eyes eyes.....

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo wiggled their ears to create a nice jingling noise from their earring.

"You're right, you're not weak."

>They gently bumped Coffee's braid, trying to get it to jingle as well.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee stills when Anxo touches their hair, panic shooting through faer body, but nothing comes of it. Just one touch. Just one touch just one touch just one touch.

> They whimper, the sound half-strangled in faer throat.

Can't be weak, can't be weak, it hurts, it hurts-

> A yelp as the voices crescendo momentarily, reminding them not to say too much. They'll rat fae out to It. Coffee can't have that can't have that can't have that.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo sat both of their hands by their side, taking note of the flinch.

"You're not weak."

>They leant back, closing their eyes and continuing their ear wiggles.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee rocks back and forth, clutching the ingot to their chest. Fae opens their eyes again, but they're vacant. Coffee mutters, but fae appears fully absent from the present, absorbed in a memory tinged with terror.

Don' wanna.....

> The memory shows Techno, in possessed mode, patting the seat to his right. Coffee's voice and perspective is small, their fear visceral as the Blood God contorts faer brother's face in anger.

(You will listen to me!)

> Coffee flinches, both in memory and real life.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo tears up, watching the scene unwillingly.

"Leave them alone."

>They carefully hug Coffee, rocking with them and cutting of her view of the memory.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> The memory continues, and Coffee flinches again, and again. Tears fall freely down their face, and fae clutches the ingot tightly.

> The memory does pass, eventually, and Coffee is left just shaking like a leaf.

Don' wanna don' wanna don' wanna....

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully wiped Coffee's tears, kissing the top of faer head.

"You're safe with me. I've got you."

>They continued to rock, wiggling their ears.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Safe? Safe safe safe- not safe, not safe. Nothing can stop It. Nothing can stop It ever.

(It won't hurt you It doesn't want to You're Its Axe Our Axe of Blood Axe of Blood Why would It hurt you Why would It hurt you Why would It hurt you)

> The voices' words are rational, but they overlap and overlap and it hurts, it hurts so bad. But they have to calm down, Coffee has to calm down, can't be weak, can't be a burden. Fae forces themself to take deep breaths, hands digging into the gold ingot tightly.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo pulls out a second ingot for Coffee, offering it.

"You are safe, you are in my cottage and anything that wants to harm you will have to kill me first."

>Anxo's expression was dead serious as they continued to make their gold earrings jingle.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee makes no move for the second ingot. Their eyes are still basically dead, but fae is clearly forcing themself to calm down. Fae strangles a whine, trying to stay quiet for whatever reason, more likely than not the residual terror. They're shaking, badly, tears still flowing freely, but Coffee's trying, trying so hard to stop. Trying not to be 'weak'.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo placed the second ingot in Coffee's hands, cupping fae's cheeks and pressing their foreheads together.

"You're not weak or a burden. You're showing so much strength."

>Their tail tapped nervously behind them, clearly desperate to break through the fog in Coffee's mind.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Anxo's words finally seem to get through to Coffee. They shake faer head weakly.

.....'M not strong...

> It comes out a whine, which causes a whole other panic for them, renewing faer shaking. Coffee pulls away and looks down again.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully forced Coffee to look at them again, trying not to make eye contact.

"You are. By allowing yourself to be vulnerable and start to feel the things you've bottles up for so long, it shows strength."

>They smoothed a bit of fae's hair that had started to poke up, pulling out a handkerchief.

"I would know... "

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee struggles against being held for a moment before the fight drains straight out. They stiffen, a bolt of fear shooting down faer spine. Don't disobey, it'll only hurt more. A trace of ice slips down their back at the thought.

> No, no, fae has to calm down. Their eyes are swimming, and faer whole body shakes, but Coffee can force themself. Fae's done it a billion times. It's slow, but their shaking starts slowing along with the tears.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully pulls Coffee into a hug, tight enough to reassure but still able to be escaped if Fae felt the need.

"You are strong, you are safe. I won't hurt you and I know you won't hurt me. I trust you but I need you to trust me..."

>Anxo rested their head on top of Coffee's, swallowing slightly.

"Please... Come back to the present..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> It takes a few more minutes, for certain, but once Coffee's most of the way out of it, it's like a breath of fresh air. Exhaustion does hit like a truck almost instantly, though.

> Despite that, fae recognizes Anxo's own slight distress and hugs them back.

'M sorry, 'm sorry, didn' mean to scare you.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo hugged Coffee tighter, tail curling around the two.

"You didn't scare me... I knew I'd be fine..."

>They shook slightly as they buried their face into fae's shoulder.

"I just didn't like what I saw... You didn't deserve to go through that."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee freezes, then internally cusses themself out. Fae should've realized that could be an issue.

'S fine, got used to it quick. Once I learned to tell the difference between him and It.

> They try to keep faer tone even, almost casual. It doesn't work well. Coffee's voice nearly breaks on the last few words.

Wasn' his fault.... he tried to protect us from It....

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo shook their head.

"Peepaw smelly God shouldn't have done that to any of you."

>They gently pat Coffee's back, hugging tighter.

"He really stinks... Needs a damn spiritual bath."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> The voices fucking riot.

(Fucking- Peepaw??? IT NOT HE SPIRITUAL BATH?! NONONONO NONONONO NONONONO NONONONO)

> Coffee pulls their hands away from Anxo in a heartbeat and push them over faer ears like it'll do anything against the sudden onslaught.

They didn' mean it, they didn' mean it, they didn' mean it, please don' tell, please don' tell......

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo stared directly at Coffee's eyes to see the voices.

"If I said something wrong, you ask Coffee to tell me instead of hurting them. Do. You. Understand?"

>The anger at them causing Coffee pain was obvious from their entire frame. Their tail beginning to whap violently against the floor.

"If you pull this again, you will lose Enderling privilege. I will only ever talk to Coffee and pretend that y'all don't exist. Even if you count as extended family in my eyes."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Eyes eyes eyes eyes - Coffee tries to hold eye contact, it doesn't last more than a few seconds. They're already so overstimulated and upset, fae can't do that too.

> The voices are sort of split about Anxo's threat, but they do start to settle. Coffee's back to rocking, muttering about eyes everywhere. Their hands are solidly over faer ears, refusing to move.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully moved Coffee's hands away from faer ears, swapping them with her own.

"You fidget with the gold, I'll cover your ears."

>They tried their best to smile reassuringly, alternating between blanking rapidly and frog blinking.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee doesn't go for the gold. Instead, they start smacking at faer knees with the side of their closed fists. Faer eyes squeeze shut, eyes eyes eyes.

> The voices are still so fucking loud, even as they start shutting up. Coffee bares their teeth at something not there.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo briefly let go of Coffee's ears to pull faer arms around herself.

"Don't hit yourself, hit me."

>They covered Coffee's ears again, closing their eyes in direct line of faer sight.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee snarls at Anxo for stopping them from hitting faeself. Their eyes fly open momentarily, black irises, red sclera, voices whisper-screaming in the air around fae, before they shut faer eyes again, pulling their arms away from Anxo instantly. Coffee then bats Anxo's hands away from faer head, not meaning to be harsh but definitely not gently, and covers their own ears again, bringing faer knees up to their chest and rocking again.

> Fae hisses aggressively when they think Anxo's going to touch fae again.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo doesn't react to being hit, tail in place behind Coffee just in case.

"Okay."

>They stayed dead still, eyes still closed as they kept their hands where Coffee can see them.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee rocks for several minutes, crying again, hands basically wrapped around their ears. Fae calms down eventually, shaking with exhaustion, letting their hands drop from faer ears. The voices are quiet. The fear is definitely still there.

> They open faer eyes and see Anxo in total surrender. Panic tries to drag Coffee under again, but they shove it to the side and move a bit closer, wrapping faer arms around Anxo gently.

'M sorry.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully hugged back, shaking their head.

"My fault."

>They stood, carrying Coffee like a beloved plushie.

"You're probably exhausted..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee makes a slight "eep!" sound, not expecting to be carried so easily. It's been a very long time since they've been picked up like fae weighs so little.

'M fine. 'M sorry. Didn' mean to act bad.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo shook their head as they leapt up to the loft.

"You weren't bad at all."

>They pulled a chest full of blankets over with their tail.

"Blanket fort or nest?"

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee tenses, eyes widening, as Anxo leaps up. Once they've calmed down, fae shakes their head a little.

Don' need to rest.....

> Faer expression says otherwise, but Coffee is stubborn and would never admit it.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo deliberately made themself look super sassy.

"Who said it was for sleep?"

>They fought the urge to laugh at themself, opening the chest.

"Now blanket fort or nest?"

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Despite themself, Coffee giggles a little.

......Nest.

> Fae smiles a bit, looking somewhat better already.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo smiled, nodding.

"Do you wanna pick the blankets?"

>They shifted Coffee closer to the chest, head tilting.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee flushes in embarrassment at the way they're so easily held like a child.

I-I can stand, y'know.

> Fae does look at the blankets curiously, though.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled.

"I know but I also know that you'll try to run."

>They smile as they squat down so Coffee could actually look through the blankets.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee flushes further. The voices start giggling.

(Mamablade getting parented by their own kid Are we sure WE adopted enderling Look at how Prometheus is being held lol Theyre so embarrassssssssed KEKW KEKW KEKW KEKW When was the last time Techno held them like that lol Oh a long time Tiny Prometheus Tiny Prometheus Bebeeeeeeee lol)

> Coffee grabs a random blanket to hide their face in. Fae's bright red.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo fought a laugh as they watched Coffee.

"Is that gonna be the base blanket?"

>They sat down, stretching their tail.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee groans as the voices giggle harder.

Don't encourage them.....

(KEKW KEKW KEKW KEKW)

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo looked confused, head tilting.

"Encourage who to what?"

>They looked at the blankets, pulling one off their bed too.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee groans.

......Nothin'.

> The voices are ecstatic, giggling like little maniacs.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo's ear flicked slightly.

"How big should we make the nest?"

>They pulled the chest closer for easier access.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hums, still very embarrassed.

....Big....

> The voices keep giggling. Coffee buries their face in the blanket further.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, smiling.

"Take your pick of suitable blankets."

>They move the blanket off Coffee's head so they could actually look through the blankets.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> The voices howl with delight as they get to see Coffee beet red again. They immediately put the blanket back up to faer face, shaking with unloosed laughter. It takes them a second to pull faeself back together, then they start getting more blankets, faer face still dusted pink with embarrassment.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo noticed but didn't acknowledge the flush, focusing on helping Coffee find the perfect blankets.

"How about this one?"

>They hold up a knitted spider silk blanket that was big enough to wrap around the pair thrice.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee barely looks at the blanket before nodding.

...Sure.

> Their voice is still hesitant, a bit fragile, and definitely a bit embarrassed.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo took note of their behavior but chose not to bring it up.

"Alrighty!"

>They carefully draped the blanket across Coffee's shoulders, making sure it was comfy.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles a little in Anxo's direction, but doesn't make direct eye contact. The voices are still giggling and being general menaces to society.

> They get enough blankets that Coffee starts working on the nest quietly. Fae looks absolutely exhausted, and unsure of themself.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo helps make the nest, assessing if it's long enough to fit them.

"Perfect size, we could always add a few over top for warmth if necessary."

>They say up, smiling extremely wide.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee giggles a little.

I'll sleep instantly.

(Eepy Prometheus aww Eepy little bebe Our little Axe Eepy eepy time)

> They turn faer head to look behind them.

Shut it, ya shits, I didn't ask you.

(Meanie Meanie Meanie Meanie Mean Prometheus :(( Sadge Sadge Sadge)

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo seemed to have an idea, sitting up straighter.

"Maybe the voices could pick one blanket and one plushie, but only if they promise to be quiet after?"

>Their head tilted as they offered the idea, standing up with their tail as a counter balance.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee starts to shake their head.

Oh, that's not really a good-

> The voices are already bickering. Coffee looks like an exhausted parent dealing with hyperactive children.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo crossed their arms, looking very disappointed in the voices.

"I guess since they're already fighting, they don't get a choice... And I was gonna show them my favourite plushy too... Would you like to pick out a plushy and some pillows for structural support?"

>They stretched slightly, rubbing their temples.

"They sound like a swarm of flies..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> The voices appear to not be listening anymore, too absorbed in their own argument.

It's like being in a MCC spectator crowd, but constantly. And sure, I'd be happy to.

> Coffee smiles happily at Anxo.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo's head tilts slightly as they look in Coffee's direction.

"What's an Em See See? Is it like an eye spy game?"

>They shifted from leg to leg, hoping their guess was right.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee giggles a little. They almost feel bad to say no.

It's uh, it's not. It's a really big competition with some of the best Players around. It attracts a lot of people every year. Mojang hosts it, MCC stands for Mojang Crew Championship I think.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo visibly tries to hide their confusion with an understanding nod.

"So it's some kind of challenge game?"

>They pull two separate chests over, one full of pillows and one full of plushies.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles and nods.

Yeah, it's got a lot of different challenges. Some people are better at certain challenges, usually cause they're connected to some god. Fighting challenges for Blood, mainly. Not that It takes Champions or Heroes, but my brother was good at it. I'm not as popular as he was, mostly people just think of me as "his little sister" or whatever. I dunno.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded again, grabbing a specific plushy and pillow for themselves.

"Take your pick!"

>They turned to Coffee with a gigantic, excited smile.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee chuckles.

Why, thank you. You certainly have a lot more things to make forts and nests than I do.

> Now, they want things for that. Coffee takes a pillow and then takes a look at the plushies.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo giggled like a little kid, popping in the centre of the nest.

"I like making nests... Feels like home."

>They crushed their plushy in a hug as they set their pillow behind them.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee chooses a plushie and settles in the nest, smiling.

Reminds me of home too.

> They yawn quietly. The voices are still bickering, but it's getting easier and easier to ignore them right now. Fae's tired.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo snuggled down, close enough that Coffee knew they were there but not too close.

"Rest well, you need it."

>They stared absentmindedly at the roof, plushy still in a death grip.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee curls up, but doesn't close their eyes yet.

You don't- really seem alright. What's wrong?

> Fae holds their plushie close, watching Anxo.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo blinked a couple of times, looking over at Coffee.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm good. Just gotta wait for the brain to switch off... It happens."

>They half shrug, returning to staring at the ceiling.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hums, not really believing Anxo but deciding not to push.

Mkay.

> They curl up a little smaller and close faer eyes, not really expecting to actually get rest but falling asleep within a minute or so.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo smiles slightly, grabbing an extra blanket and tucking Coffee in before curling around their plushy. They left their tail where fae could reach it at any time, shutting their eyes.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee sleeps pretty solidly for an hour, recovering. They flinch once when a dog barks, curling tighter, but beyond that fae doesn't move at all, nor make any sound.

> They eventually stir and groan quietly, stretching a bit without taking up too much space. Coffee opens their eyes, looking tired, and sits up a bit.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo stretches slightly, rolling onto their opposite side with a soft huff. They adjust their tail, grumbling about having squished it slightly. Their grip on the plushy finally loosened enough to where it wasn't squished, just hanging likely in their arms.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hums in greeting, blinking slowly. They really stretch out and sit up more. The voices greet fae with peppy tones. Coffee groans at the voices in the same way a sleep-deprived parent of a toddler does, making several of the voices giggle.

Hulloooo.

> Their voice is half-functioning and a bit lower than normal.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo grumbled slightly, sitting up with a blank look in their eyes.

"Can y'all stop buzzing for five more minutes? It takes me more than an hour to look any kinda decent after sleep."

>They patted around for their recently dropped plushy, wrestling Coffee down while obviously assuming they were the missing plush.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee yelps, panicking slightly for a moment before they start giggling.

They don't stop, ever. That's kinda their job, is to just talk and talk and never shut up.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo pouts slightly before opting to attempt to block out the noise with their tail.

"Dumb bees shouldn't be alarm clocks..."

>They adjust their hold so they're literally clinging to Coffee like a koala, seemingly content with the unorthodox plush that they're not awake enough to register as a person.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee giggles and puts their arm over Anxo, resting faer chin on Anxo's head.

Yeah, but they are. Didn't take too long to get used to them for me. Then again, I have to live with them 24/7, so, you know.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo curled into Coffee, the stance very obviously instinctual.

"Mmm... Smelly God shoulda added a mute button..."

>They curled their tail up behind fae, ear flicking slightly.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee chuckles.

That would defeat their purpose, so no muting them for me, unfortunately.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo grumbled.

"Dumb old god... All gods are dumb..."

>They seemed to finally fall back asleep fully, somehow still extremely strong.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles, holding Anxo close. There's no point in trying to fall back asleep, really, not now that the voices are yapping again. They sigh and settle back down, humming contentedly, listening to the voices gossip. It's kinda nice, the background noise of it. To them, at least. For now.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo slept for another hour or 2 before grumbling and stretching.

"What ti-this isn't a plushy..."

>They squeak slightly and go to sit up, immediately apologetic.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee was just starting to drift off again when Anxo starts moving.

Mmmmmm...... come back, 'll snuggly.

> They pout a bit, voice clearly sleepy.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled softly, returning to the cuddle.

"More snuggles it is. "

>They use their tail to pull the extra blanket over the both of them, smiling slightly.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee makes a quiet sort of "yay" sound and snuggles close to Anxo closing their eyes again. They groan quietly, settling in, before passing right back out. Faer body relaxes almost instantly.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckles quietly, patting Coffee's head before closing their own eyes. There was piece in the cottage once again as the two slept, even the animals taking time to rest.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee wakes up a while later from another nightmare, shaking. They breathe through it, shaky breath in, slow breath out. Quietly fae calms themself down, not wanting to wake Anxo. It was vivid, so vivid. Coffee closes faer eyes and presses the heel of their hands against them, trying to push the nightmare out.

> It takes a minute for fae to remember where they are and what fae was doing. Coffee hums quietly as they take faer hands away from their eyes. No use in trying to sleep anymore, not when the nightmare lurks so viciously in the back of faer mind.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo had some how become a weighted blanket at this point, emitting a strange enderian purr. They stretched slightly, rolling to one side with a little oomf noise.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles and chuckles quietly. They readjust the blanket on Anxo and try to stretch without waking them or knocking them off. It's hard, but sleeping is nigh impossible, so fixing faer stupid joints is the reasonable thing to do.

> They hum, quietly. A song Techno used to sing to fae and their brothers. A song about little soldiers who went out and saved the world. Fae can almost see him singing it, making those stupid hand gestures to get them to giggle.

> Tears start to fall again. Fuck. Coffee tries to wipe them away, but refuses to stop humming. Fae's stronger than this, come on.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo grumbled slightly as they sat up, shoulder and back cracking at the movement.

"Why you crying? Sad memry?"

>They hugged Coffee, patting faer back.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee stops humming.

No..... happy memory I miss.

> They sniffle and wipe at faer eyes again.

Sorry.... 'm cryin' too much.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo shook their head.

"Not crying too much."

>They carefully dry Coffee's tears, pulling them into a tight hug.

"Never too much."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee tenses for a moment, then relaxes, wrapping their arms around Anxo.

Maybe not. But it doesn't feel like it.

> Fae sighs shakily.

'M sorry I woke you again. How'd you sleep?

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly.

"Good, I actually woke up a bit earlier but you were still asleep."

>They smiled, patting Coffee's back.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hums in acknowledgement.

Yeah. Feel like I slept like a brick.

> They rest faer chin on the top of Anxo's head.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled.

"A brick that demands cuddles."

>Their tone was light and full of humor.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee flushes in embarrassment. The voices giggle in the back of their mind.

I do seem to recall you grabbing me like a plushie, don't think you're getting out of that.

> Fae chuckles at the memory.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo flushed slightly, sticking their tongue out at Coffee.

"In my defense, you make a very convincing plushy."

>They grinned, still sticking their tongue out.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee grins and pats the top of Anxo's head.

If you say so. I've been told I'm too sharp. Jokingly, of course.

> Gods, even with how close they are to everyone here, fae still misses old times. It's like a fucking plague upon their mind.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo smiled, leaning into the pats.

"It's nice to have someone in this world..."

>They reach up, patting Coffee's head in return.

"It's nice to know I'm not alone again in this stupid world full of stupid people starting stupid goddamn fights of dumb places."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles, but their head is a storm internally. The voices dont like it, at all.

I'm glad, and I'm going to do everything I can to earn and keep that trust.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, hugging Coffee again.

"Thank you for being home to me..."

>They tuned out the hum of the voices with faer heartbeat.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles and hums quietly.

I'll do my best to live up to that.

> They wrap faer arms around Anxo, loosely.

I'm sorry you've been alone so long.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo shrugged slightly.

"Just how the cookie crumbles..."

>They sniffed the air, eyes widening as they shot up.

"Shit! The shirt!"

[coffeeblades-askblog]

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> Coffee smiles warmly, but shakes their head.

I'm alright, really. Just need a bit to re-adjust.

> Fae attempts to straighten their spine, leading to a couple of little cracks Coffee can feel more than fae can hear.

( @anxo-enderman new post cause the old one was getting long again /silly)

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly, taking a moment to stretch. The stretch went so far that they were legitimately Exorcist crawling.

"Gotta love needing to stretch but being at risk of injury from stretching."

>They chuckled to themself, scuttling around the room a little.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee giggles at the sight, unphased by a potential horror aspect to the action.

Of course, of course.

> They do minor stretches to loosen faer joints and relieve their pain. Fae has the itching desire to thrash their braid about again, but that didn't end well last time, so instead fae pulls a gold nugget from their inventory and worries it to calm faeself. Generally more socially acceptable.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo continued chuckling, progressively sounding crazier.

"You should try this, it's so fun... Hmmm I could scare someone with this... But who... "

>They pause, moving to stand on their hands.

"Ooooh, even funner..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee grins.

Okay, now you're just showing off. That's uncalled for.

> Their tone is light, teasing. Gods know if fae tried that, they'd break instantly.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo giggled, yelping when their arms finally got sick of their chaos.

"I'm not sh-whoop... Dizzy..."

>They stair at the ceiling, eyes literally spinning as their pupils dialated.

"Head rush goes crazy... "

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee's eyes widen for a split second as Anxo falls, then they chuckle once fae realizes Anxo is fine.

Yeah, I can get that. Maybe you shouldn't do that too much. Don't want you passing out.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo pouted briefly before nodding.

"You're probably right... It's not fun... To be honest I've never paid attention to if I visibly bruise either..."

>They blink a couple of times.

"Though I can't remember if I saw any bruises from yesterday... I think it was yesterday..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee nods.

Bruising is annoying. Two out of ten, no points on style or appearance, but it's fun to poke them sometimes.

> They smile lopsidedly.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled, slowly standing.

"I suppose it would be..."

>They trot over to Coffee, placing the wheat packs on faer lap before going to sit across from Coffee.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee pretends to collapse under the weight of the wheat packs, with the world's most shit-eating grin ever on their face.

Ahhh, it's so heavy.

> Fae giggles so much they barely manage to get it out.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo laughed, nearly falling out of their chair.

"Y... You say that but you chose... You chose to have my heavy ass in your arms while you slept?"

>They were laughing unreasonably hard, to the point of tears.

"I ain't a feather am I?"

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee keeps giggling.

Hey, now, that's different. It's easier to hold a person than wheat packs.

> They pick up one wheat pack and hold it against faer chest.

People can move on their own, and know when to do so.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo watched closely, still giggling.

"I mean... They do move... They kinda jiggle."

>They stretched their legs out, wiping their eyes on their sleeve. Their ears shifted as they said their next sentence.

"And it depends on if the person's conscious, awake or feeling like being a brat."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles warmly.

True, but wheat packs require external factors to move. As for people, if you put someone over your shoulder awake, even if they're resistant, it's easier. They will automatically adjust to stay on your shoulder, so they don't fall off. Also, you can get a good grip on holding somebody as opposed to, say, a barrel or haybale.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo grinned like a mad man, staring directly at Coffee.

"You wanna bet?"

>They stood, pausing for a moment.

"Woahhh... Too fast... Too fast..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee watches with slight concern.

Yeah, maybe don't black out. That would be a very bad idea.

> They shift some of the wheat packs in case fae has to jump up to catch or steady Anxo.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo stood completely still for a moment, breathing through it.

"I'm good... I'm good... Just gotta remember that my body despises standing faster than a snail moves."

>They stretch again, seemingly trying to identify which joint was the source of their discomfort.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee nods a little, still watching carefully.

Gotta love when that happens. Bodies are weird that way.

> They chuckle a little bit to faeself.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo popped a specific section of their hip, grumbling quietly about their joints.

"Anyway... Did I ask you about how you slept? I can't remember... "

>They sat back down, grabbing a weighted blanket of their own and curling up under it.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee considers the question a moment, then nods.

You did. It was fine, aside from the nightmare. I'd asked how you slept too. You, uh.

> They hesitate.

You kinda avoided the question.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo's head tilted as they processed what was said.

"Did I? Coulda sworn I answered..."

>They looked down at their paw pads, picking out a loose thread from their damaged shirt.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee shrugs.

You may have given an "answer", but I got the feeling it wasn't the truth. I don't want to push, though.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly, standing with effort.

"I don't really remember how the sleep was..."

>They trotted over, grabbing their damaged shirt and making their way over to a nearby cauldron.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee nods and attempts to free themself from the wheat packs. They're losing.

That's fair enough, I suppose.

> Fae remembers their nightmare vividly, but normally Coffee doesn't remember any dreams fae has. They blur together after living long enough.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo reached into a barrel, pulling out dish gloves and some cleaning stuff.

"To be honest it's pretty much I'm awake for one moment, the next I'm waking up and I have no clue what happened or what time and day it is..."

>They began to wash the shirt, aggressively scrubbing out the stains.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee chuckles.

So you sleep like a rock is what you're saying. That's fair. Usually the same for me.

> They manage to get the first pack off, moving for the second.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo shrugged as they continued washing the shirt, somehow dodging any water that splashed out.

"More like I pass out..."

>They flicked a nearby lantern, causing it to light up before grabbing a piece of glass to use as a magnifying glass.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee watches with their head tipped.

Yeah. Like a rock. Rex does it too.

> There's something light to faer tone, but it doesn't hit their expression.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo glanced over, head tilting slightly.

"What's bothering you?"

>They take a moment to empty the cauldron, filling it with bleach and dropping the shirt in.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee shakes their head.

It's nothing.

> It's not nothing. Coffee feels like crap, and fae can't figure out why.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo watched closely, taking the gloves off and walking over.

"You seem a little off..."

>They checked Coffee's temperature, taking a moment to sniff the air as well to be sure it wasn't something with the air.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> The way Anxo isn't afraid of them is doing things to Coffee. The way the back of their hand touches faer head. Coffee damn near melts in their seat. As it is, faer shoulders collapse down, and tears shine in their eyes.

'M fine..... really...

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo gently hugged Coffee, patting faer back.

"You really need to speak up if you're not doing well... "

>They used their tail as a counter balance as they hugged Coffee, internally cursing themself for not having taller chairs.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee doesn't even know why they start crying, just that fae does. Their chest constricts something horrid and it hurts and fae doesn't know why-

'M sorry, 'm sorry, 'm fine, really, 'm fine....

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully pulls Coffee off the couch into a proper, sitting hug.

"Hey... Hey... Hey... Listen to me. You're allowed to not be okay, you're safe here with me and I will never judge you for expressing your emotions."

>They gently rocked, humming softly.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee sobs quietly, but doesn't struggle or otherwise try to escape the hug. They feel Bad and fae can't say why, and they're not supposed to be-

'M not weak. Sh'ld be 'ble t'take care'f m'self.

> Fae legitimately just had a nap, but their body is calling for another.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo pulled back for a moment, taking both of Coffee's cheeks in their hands.

"It's not weak in any way shape or form to cry when you feel like you need to or express any emotions you feel. Don't you dare call my new parent weak again, y'hear?"

>They did their best to look intimidating as they stared into Coffee's eyes.

"You are not weak. You're allowed to have bad days and days where you're vulnerable. If the voices think otherwise they can kiss my peach fuzzed ass."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes, Anxo's eyes are harsh, staring staring staring, scary scary. Coffee flinches back, looking away. Eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes. Their hands shake, fae pulls them in against their chest.

Eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes.

> Fae feels like they're being watched. It terrifies Coffee. Eyes, just eyes, so many eyes, eyes everywhere, voices giggle, eyes, eyes, eyes.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo gently places a gold ingot in Coffee's hands. They gently pulled fae's head to her chest, blocking all view of the world around.

"You are safe. The eyes can't hurt you."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee whimpers, their own eyes flashing between normal and those of the voices. Fae grasps the ingot tightly and shuts their eyes, even as tears keep spilling.

'M not weak, 'm not weak, really 'm not weak.

> Fae can't shake the feeling of being watched. It's like- it's like- it's like-

Eyes eyes eyes.....

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo wiggled their ears to create a nice jingling noise from their earring.

"You're right, you're not weak."

>They gently bumped Coffee's braid, trying to get it to jingle as well.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee stills when Anxo touches their hair, panic shooting through faer body, but nothing comes of it. Just one touch. Just one touch just one touch just one touch.

> They whimper, the sound half-strangled in faer throat.

Can't be weak, can't be weak, it hurts, it hurts-

> A yelp as the voices crescendo momentarily, reminding them not to say too much. They'll rat fae out to It. Coffee can't have that can't have that can't have that.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo sat both of their hands by their side, taking note of the flinch.

"You're not weak."

>They leant back, closing their eyes and continuing their ear wiggles.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee rocks back and forth, clutching the ingot to their chest. Fae opens their eyes again, but they're vacant. Coffee mutters, but fae appears fully absent from the present, absorbed in a memory tinged with terror.

Don' wanna.....

> The memory shows Techno, in possessed mode, patting the seat to his right. Coffee's voice and perspective is small, their fear visceral as the Blood God contorts faer brother's face in anger.

(You will listen to me!)

> Coffee flinches, both in memory and real life.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo tears up, watching the scene unwillingly.

"Leave them alone."

>They carefully hug Coffee, rocking with them and cutting of her view of the memory.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> The memory continues, and Coffee flinches again, and again. Tears fall freely down their face, and fae clutches the ingot tightly.

> The memory does pass, eventually, and Coffee is left just shaking like a leaf.

Don' wanna don' wanna don' wanna....

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully wiped Coffee's tears, kissing the top of faer head.

"You're safe with me. I've got you."

>They continued to rock, wiggling their ears.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Safe? Safe safe safe- not safe, not safe. Nothing can stop It. Nothing can stop It ever.

(It won't hurt you It doesn't want to You're Its Axe Our Axe of Blood Axe of Blood Why would It hurt you Why would It hurt you Why would It hurt you)

> The voices' words are rational, but they overlap and overlap and it hurts, it hurts so bad. But they have to calm down, Coffee has to calm down, can't be weak, can't be a burden. Fae forces themself to take deep breaths, hands digging into the gold ingot tightly.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo pulls out a second ingot for Coffee, offering it.

"You are safe, you are in my cottage and anything that wants to harm you will have to kill me first."

>Anxo's expression was dead serious as they continued to make their gold earrings jingle.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee makes no move for the second ingot. Their eyes are still basically dead, but fae is clearly forcing themself to calm down. Fae strangles a whine, trying to stay quiet for whatever reason, more likely than not the residual terror. They're shaking, badly, tears still flowing freely, but Coffee's trying, trying so hard to stop. Trying not to be 'weak'.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo placed the second ingot in Coffee's hands, cupping fae's cheeks and pressing their foreheads together.

"You're not weak or a burden. You're showing so much strength."

>Their tail tapped nervously behind them, clearly desperate to break through the fog in Coffee's mind.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Anxo's words finally seem to get through to Coffee. They shake faer head weakly.

.....'M not strong...

> It comes out a whine, which causes a whole other panic for them, renewing faer shaking. Coffee pulls away and looks down again.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully forced Coffee to look at them again, trying not to make eye contact.

"You are. By allowing yourself to be vulnerable and start to feel the things you've bottles up for so long, it shows strength."

>They smoothed a bit of fae's hair that had started to poke up, pulling out a handkerchief.

"I would know... "

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee struggles against being held for a moment before the fight drains straight out. They stiffen, a bolt of fear shooting down faer spine. Don't disobey, it'll only hurt more. A trace of ice slips down their back at the thought.

> No, no, fae has to calm down. Their eyes are swimming, and faer whole body shakes, but Coffee can force themself. Fae's done it a billion times. It's slow, but their shaking starts slowing along with the tears.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully pulls Coffee into a hug, tight enough to reassure but still able to be escaped if Fae felt the need.

"You are strong, you are safe. I won't hurt you and I know you won't hurt me. I trust you but I need you to trust me..."

>Anxo rested their head on top of Coffee's, swallowing slightly.

"Please... Come back to the present..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> It takes a few more minutes, for certain, but once Coffee's most of the way out of it, it's like a breath of fresh air. Exhaustion does hit like a truck almost instantly, though.

> Despite that, fae recognizes Anxo's own slight distress and hugs them back.

'M sorry, 'm sorry, didn' mean to scare you.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo hugged Coffee tighter, tail curling around the two.

"You didn't scare me... I knew I'd be fine..."

>They shook slightly as they buried their face into fae's shoulder.

"I just didn't like what I saw... You didn't deserve to go through that."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee freezes, then internally cusses themself out. Fae should've realized that could be an issue.

'S fine, got used to it quick. Once I learned to tell the difference between him and It.

> They try to keep faer tone even, almost casual. It doesn't work well. Coffee's voice nearly breaks on the last few words.

Wasn' his fault.... he tried to protect us from It....

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo shook their head.

"Peepaw smelly God shouldn't have done that to any of you."

>They gently pat Coffee's back, hugging tighter.

"He really stinks... Needs a damn spiritual bath."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> The voices fucking riot.

(Fucking- Peepaw??? IT NOT HE SPIRITUAL BATH?! NONONONO NONONONO NONONONO NONONONO)

> Coffee pulls their hands away from Anxo in a heartbeat and push them over faer ears like it'll do anything against the sudden onslaught.

They didn' mean it, they didn' mean it, they didn' mean it, please don' tell, please don' tell......

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo stared directly at Coffee's eyes to see the voices.

"If I said something wrong, you ask Coffee to tell me instead of hurting them. Do. You. Understand?"

>The anger at them causing Coffee pain was obvious from their entire frame. Their tail beginning to whap violently against the floor.

"If you pull this again, you will lose Enderling privilege. I will only ever talk to Coffee and pretend that y'all don't exist. Even if you count as extended family in my eyes."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Eyes eyes eyes eyes - Coffee tries to hold eye contact, it doesn't last more than a few seconds. They're already so overstimulated and upset, fae can't do that too.

> The voices are sort of split about Anxo's threat, but they do start to settle. Coffee's back to rocking, muttering about eyes everywhere. Their hands are solidly over faer ears, refusing to move.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully moved Coffee's hands away from faer ears, swapping them with her own.

"You fidget with the gold, I'll cover your ears."

>They tried their best to smile reassuringly, alternating between blanking rapidly and frog blinking.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee doesn't go for the gold. Instead, they start smacking at faer knees with the side of their closed fists. Faer eyes squeeze shut, eyes eyes eyes.

> The voices are still so fucking loud, even as they start shutting up. Coffee bares their teeth at something not there.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo briefly let go of Coffee's ears to pull faer arms around herself.

"Don't hit yourself, hit me."

>They covered Coffee's ears again, closing their eyes in direct line of faer sight.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee snarls at Anxo for stopping them from hitting faeself. Their eyes fly open momentarily, black irises, red sclera, voices whisper-screaming in the air around fae, before they shut faer eyes again, pulling their arms away from Anxo instantly. Coffee then bats Anxo's hands away from faer head, not meaning to be harsh but definitely not gently, and covers their own ears again, bringing faer knees up to their chest and rocking again.

> Fae hisses aggressively when they think Anxo's going to touch fae again.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo doesn't react to being hit, tail in place behind Coffee just in case.

"Okay."

>They stayed dead still, eyes still closed as they kept their hands where Coffee can see them.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee rocks for several minutes, crying again, hands basically wrapped around their ears. Fae calms down eventually, shaking with exhaustion, letting their hands drop from faer ears. The voices are quiet. The fear is definitely still there.

> They open faer eyes and see Anxo in total surrender. Panic tries to drag Coffee under again, but they shove it to the side and move a bit closer, wrapping faer arms around Anxo gently.

'M sorry.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully hugged back, shaking their head.

"My fault."

>They stood, carrying Coffee like a beloved plushie.

"You're probably exhausted..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee makes a slight "eep!" sound, not expecting to be carried so easily. It's been a very long time since they've been picked up like fae weighs so little.

'M fine. 'M sorry. Didn' mean to act bad.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo shook their head as they leapt up to the loft.

"You weren't bad at all."

>They pulled a chest full of blankets over with their tail.

"Blanket fort or nest?"

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee tenses, eyes widening, as Anxo leaps up. Once they've calmed down, fae shakes their head a little.

Don' need to rest.....

> Faer expression says otherwise, but Coffee is stubborn and would never admit it.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo deliberately made themself look super sassy.

"Who said it was for sleep?"

>They fought the urge to laugh at themself, opening the chest.

"Now blanket fort or nest?"

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Despite themself, Coffee giggles a little.

......Nest.

> Fae smiles a bit, looking somewhat better already.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo smiled, nodding.

"Do you wanna pick the blankets?"

>They shifted Coffee closer to the chest, head tilting.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee flushes in embarrassment at the way they're so easily held like a child.

I-I can stand, y'know.

> Fae does look at the blankets curiously, though.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled.

"I know but I also know that you'll try to run."

>They smile as they squat down so Coffee could actually look through the blankets.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee flushes further. The voices start giggling.

(Mamablade getting parented by their own kid Are we sure WE adopted enderling Look at how Prometheus is being held lol Theyre so embarrassssssssed KEKW KEKW KEKW KEKW When was the last time Techno held them like that lol Oh a long time Tiny Prometheus Tiny Prometheus Bebeeeeeeee lol)

> Coffee grabs a random blanket to hide their face in. Fae's bright red.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo fought a laugh as they watched Coffee.

"Is that gonna be the base blanket?"

>They sat down, stretching their tail.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee groans as the voices giggle harder.

Don't encourage them.....

(KEKW KEKW KEKW KEKW)

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo looked confused, head tilting.

"Encourage who to what?"

>They looked at the blankets, pulling one off their bed too.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee groans.

......Nothin'.

> The voices are ecstatic, giggling like little maniacs.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo's ear flicked slightly.

"How big should we make the nest?"

>They pulled the chest closer for easier access.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hums, still very embarrassed.

....Big....

> The voices keep giggling. Coffee buries their face in the blanket further.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, smiling.

"Take your pick of suitable blankets."

>They move the blanket off Coffee's head so they could actually look through the blankets.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> The voices howl with delight as they get to see Coffee beet red again. They immediately put the blanket back up to faer face, shaking with unloosed laughter. It takes them a second to pull faeself back together, then they start getting more blankets, faer face still dusted pink with embarrassment.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo noticed but didn't acknowledge the flush, focusing on helping Coffee find the perfect blankets.

"How about this one?"

>They hold up a knitted spider silk blanket that was big enough to wrap around the pair thrice.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee barely looks at the blanket before nodding.

...Sure.

> Their voice is still hesitant, a bit fragile, and definitely a bit embarrassed.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo took note of their behavior but chose not to bring it up.

"Alrighty!"

>They carefully draped the blanket across Coffee's shoulders, making sure it was comfy.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles a little in Anxo's direction, but doesn't make direct eye contact. The voices are still giggling and being general menaces to society.

> They get enough blankets that Coffee starts working on the nest quietly. Fae looks absolutely exhausted, and unsure of themself.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo helps make the nest, assessing if it's long enough to fit them.

"Perfect size, we could always add a few over top for warmth if necessary."

>They say up, smiling extremely wide.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee giggles a little.

I'll sleep instantly.

(Eepy Prometheus aww Eepy little bebe Our little Axe Eepy eepy time)

> They turn faer head to look behind them.

Shut it, ya shits, I didn't ask you.

(Meanie Meanie Meanie Meanie Mean Prometheus :(( Sadge Sadge Sadge)

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo seemed to have an idea, sitting up straighter.

"Maybe the voices could pick one blanket and one plushie, but only if they promise to be quiet after?"

>Their head tilted as they offered the idea, standing up with their tail as a counter balance.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee starts to shake their head.

Oh, that's not really a good-

> The voices are already bickering. Coffee looks like an exhausted parent dealing with hyperactive children.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo crossed their arms, looking very disappointed in the voices.

"I guess since they're already fighting, they don't get a choice... And I was gonna show them my favourite plushy too... Would you like to pick out a plushy and some pillows for structural support?"

>They stretched slightly, rubbing their temples.

"They sound like a swarm of flies..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> The voices appear to not be listening anymore, too absorbed in their own argument.

It's like being in a MCC spectator crowd, but constantly. And sure, I'd be happy to.

> Coffee smiles happily at Anxo.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo's head tilts slightly as they look in Coffee's direction.

"What's an Em See See? Is it like an eye spy game?"

>They shifted from leg to leg, hoping their guess was right.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee giggles a little. They almost feel bad to say no.

It's uh, it's not. It's a really big competition with some of the best Players around. It attracts a lot of people every year. Mojang hosts it, MCC stands for Mojang Crew Championship I think.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo visibly tries to hide their confusion with an understanding nod.

"So it's some kind of challenge game?"

>They pull two separate chests over, one full of pillows and one full of plushies.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles and nods.

Yeah, it's got a lot of different challenges. Some people are better at certain challenges, usually cause they're connected to some god. Fighting challenges for Blood, mainly. Not that It takes Champions or Heroes, but my brother was good at it. I'm not as popular as he was, mostly people just think of me as "his little sister" or whatever. I dunno.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded again, grabbing a specific plushy and pillow for themselves.

"Take your pick!"

>They turned to Coffee with a gigantic, excited smile.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee chuckles.

Why, thank you. You certainly have a lot more things to make forts and nests than I do.

> Now, they want things for that. Coffee takes a pillow and then takes a look at the plushies.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo giggled like a little kid, popping in the centre of the nest.

"I like making nests... Feels like home."

>They crushed their plushy in a hug as they set their pillow behind them.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee chooses a plushie and settles in the nest, smiling.

Reminds me of home too.

> They yawn quietly. The voices are still bickering, but it's getting easier and easier to ignore them right now. Fae's tired.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo snuggled down, close enough that Coffee knew they were there but not too close.

"Rest well, you need it."

>They stared absentmindedly at the roof, plushy still in a death grip.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee curls up, but doesn't close their eyes yet.

You don't- really seem alright. What's wrong?

> Fae holds their plushie close, watching Anxo.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo blinked a couple of times, looking over at Coffee.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm good. Just gotta wait for the brain to switch off... It happens."

>They half shrug, returning to staring at the ceiling.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hums, not really believing Anxo but deciding not to push.

Mkay.

> They curl up a little smaller and close faer eyes, not really expecting to actually get rest but falling asleep within a minute or so.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo smiles slightly, grabbing an extra blanket and tucking Coffee in before curling around their plushy. They left their tail where fae could reach it at any time, shutting their eyes.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee sleeps pretty solidly for an hour, recovering. They flinch once when a dog barks, curling tighter, but beyond that fae doesn't move at all, nor make any sound.

> They eventually stir and groan quietly, stretching a bit without taking up too much space. Coffee opens their eyes, looking tired, and sits up a bit.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo stretches slightly, rolling onto their opposite side with a soft huff. They adjust their tail, grumbling about having squished it slightly. Their grip on the plushy finally loosened enough to where it wasn't squished, just hanging likely in their arms.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hums in greeting, blinking slowly. They really stretch out and sit up more. The voices greet fae with peppy tones. Coffee groans at the voices in the same way a sleep-deprived parent of a toddler does, making several of the voices giggle.

Hulloooo.

> Their voice is half-functioning and a bit lower than normal.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo grumbled slightly, sitting up with a blank look in their eyes.

"Can y'all stop buzzing for five more minutes? It takes me more than an hour to look any kinda decent after sleep."

>They patted around for their recently dropped plushy, wrestling Coffee down while obviously assuming they were the missing plush.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee yelps, panicking slightly for a moment before they start giggling.

They don't stop, ever. That's kinda their job, is to just talk and talk and never shut up.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo pouts slightly before opting to attempt to block out the noise with their tail.

"Dumb bees shouldn't be alarm clocks..."

>They adjust their hold so they're literally clinging to Coffee like a koala, seemingly content with the unorthodox plush that they're not awake enough to register as a person.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee giggles and puts their arm over Anxo, resting faer chin on Anxo's head.

Yeah, but they are. Didn't take too long to get used to them for me. Then again, I have to live with them 24/7, so, you know.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo curled into Coffee, the stance very obviously instinctual.

"Mmm... Smelly God shoulda added a mute button..."

>They curled their tail up behind fae, ear flicking slightly.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee chuckles.

That would defeat their purpose, so no muting them for me, unfortunately.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo grumbled.

"Dumb old god... All gods are dumb..."

>They seemed to finally fall back asleep fully, somehow still extremely strong.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles, holding Anxo close. There's no point in trying to fall back asleep, really, not now that the voices are yapping again. They sigh and settle back down, humming contentedly, listening to the voices gossip. It's kinda nice, the background noise of it. To them, at least. For now.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo slept for another hour or 2 before grumbling and stretching.

"What ti-this isn't a plushy..."

>They squeak slightly and go to sit up, immediately apologetic.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee was just starting to drift off again when Anxo starts moving.

Mmmmmm...... come back, 'll snuggly.

> They pout a bit, voice clearly sleepy.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled softly, returning to the cuddle.

"More snuggles it is. "

>They use their tail to pull the extra blanket over the both of them, smiling slightly.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee makes a quiet sort of "yay" sound and snuggles close to Anxo closing their eyes again. They groan quietly, settling in, before passing right back out. Faer body relaxes almost instantly.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckles quietly, patting Coffee's head before closing their own eyes. There was piece in the cottage once again as the two slept, even the animals taking time to rest.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee wakes up a while later from another nightmare, shaking. They breathe through it, shaky breath in, slow breath out. Quietly fae calms themself down, not wanting to wake Anxo. It was vivid, so vivid. Coffee closes faer eyes and presses the heel of their hands against them, trying to push the nightmare out.

> It takes a minute for fae to remember where they are and what fae was doing. Coffee hums quietly as they take faer hands away from their eyes. No use in trying to sleep anymore, not when the nightmare lurks so viciously in the back of faer mind.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo had some how become a weighted blanket at this point, emitting a strange enderian purr. They stretched slightly, rolling to one side with a little oomf noise.

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> Coffee smiles and chuckles quietly. They readjust the blanket on Anxo and try to stretch without waking them or knocking them off. It's hard, but sleeping is nigh impossible, so fixing faer stupid joints is the reasonable thing to do.

> They hum, quietly. A song Techno used to sing to fae and their brothers. A song about little soldiers who went out and saved the world. Fae can almost see him singing it, making those stupid hand gestures to get them to giggle.

> Tears start to fall again. Fuck. Coffee tries to wipe them away, but refuses to stop humming. Fae's stronger than this, come on.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo grumbled slightly as they sat up, shoulder and back cracking at the movement.

"Why you crying? Sad memry?"

>They hugged Coffee, patting faer back.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee stops humming.

No..... happy memory I miss.

> They sniffle and wipe at faer eyes again.

Sorry.... 'm cryin' too much.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo shook their head.

"Not crying too much."

>They carefully dry Coffee's tears, pulling them into a tight hug.

"Never too much."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee tenses for a moment, then relaxes, wrapping their arms around Anxo.

Maybe not. But it doesn't feel like it.

> Fae sighs shakily.

'M sorry I woke you again. How'd you sleep?

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly.

"Good, I actually woke up a bit earlier but you were still asleep."

>They smiled, patting Coffee's back.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hums in acknowledgement.

Yeah. Feel like I slept like a brick.

> They rest faer chin on the top of Anxo's head.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled.

"A brick that demands cuddles."

>Their tone was light and full of humor.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee flushes in embarrassment. The voices giggle in the back of their mind.

I do seem to recall you grabbing me like a plushie, don't think you're getting out of that.

> Fae chuckles at the memory.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo flushed slightly, sticking their tongue out at Coffee.

"In my defense, you make a very convincing plushy."

>They grinned, still sticking their tongue out.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee grins and pats the top of Anxo's head.

If you say so. I've been told I'm too sharp. Jokingly, of course.

> Gods, even with how close they are to everyone here, fae still misses old times. It's like a fucking plague upon their mind.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo smiled, leaning into the pats.

"It's nice to have someone in this world..."

>They reach up, patting Coffee's head in return.

"It's nice to know I'm not alone again in this stupid world full of stupid people starting stupid goddamn fights of dumb places."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles, but their head is a storm internally. The voices dont like it, at all.

I'm glad, and I'm going to do everything I can to earn and keep that trust.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, hugging Coffee again.

"Thank you for being home to me..."

>They tuned out the hum of the voices with faer heartbeat.

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💬 0  🔁 154  ❤️ 0 · >Anxo made a noise of acknowledgement, picking up the wheat packs and wrapping them in little fabric pouches. "Okay, do

> Coffee smiles warmly, but shakes their head.

I'm alright, really. Just need a bit to re-adjust.

> Fae attempts to straighten their spine, leading to a couple of little cracks Coffee can feel more than fae can hear.

( @anxo-enderman new post cause the old one was getting long again /silly)

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly, taking a moment to stretch. The stretch went so far that they were legitimately Exorcist crawling.

"Gotta love needing to stretch but being at risk of injury from stretching."

>They chuckled to themself, scuttling around the room a little.

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> Coffee giggles at the sight, unphased by a potential horror aspect to the action.

Of course, of course.

> They do minor stretches to loosen faer joints and relieve their pain. Fae has the itching desire to thrash their braid about again, but that didn't end well last time, so instead fae pulls a gold nugget from their inventory and worries it to calm faeself. Generally more socially acceptable.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo continued chuckling, progressively sounding crazier.

"You should try this, it's so fun... Hmmm I could scare someone with this... But who... "

>They pause, moving to stand on their hands.

"Ooooh, even funner..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee grins.

Okay, now you're just showing off. That's uncalled for.

> Their tone is light, teasing. Gods know if fae tried that, they'd break instantly.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo giggled, yelping when their arms finally got sick of their chaos.

"I'm not sh-whoop... Dizzy..."

>They stair at the ceiling, eyes literally spinning as their pupils dialated.

"Head rush goes crazy... "

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee's eyes widen for a split second as Anxo falls, then they chuckle once fae realizes Anxo is fine.

Yeah, I can get that. Maybe you shouldn't do that too much. Don't want you passing out.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo pouted briefly before nodding.

"You're probably right... It's not fun... To be honest I've never paid attention to if I visibly bruise either..."

>They blink a couple of times.

"Though I can't remember if I saw any bruises from yesterday... I think it was yesterday..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee nods.

Bruising is annoying. Two out of ten, no points on style or appearance, but it's fun to poke them sometimes.

> They smile lopsidedly.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled, slowly standing.

"I suppose it would be..."

>They trot over to Coffee, placing the wheat packs on faer lap before going to sit across from Coffee.

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> Coffee pretends to collapse under the weight of the wheat packs, with the world's most shit-eating grin ever on their face.

Ahhh, it's so heavy.

> Fae giggles so much they barely manage to get it out.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo laughed, nearly falling out of their chair.

"Y... You say that but you chose... You chose to have my heavy ass in your arms while you slept?"

>They were laughing unreasonably hard, to the point of tears.

"I ain't a feather am I?"

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee keeps giggling.

Hey, now, that's different. It's easier to hold a person than wheat packs.

> They pick up one wheat pack and hold it against faer chest.

People can move on their own, and know when to do so.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo watched closely, still giggling.

"I mean... They do move... They kinda jiggle."

>They stretched their legs out, wiping their eyes on their sleeve. Their ears shifted as they said their next sentence.

"And it depends on if the person's conscious, awake or feeling like being a brat."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles warmly.

True, but wheat packs require external factors to move. As for people, if you put someone over your shoulder awake, even if they're resistant, it's easier. They will automatically adjust to stay on your shoulder, so they don't fall off. Also, you can get a good grip on holding somebody as opposed to, say, a barrel or haybale.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo grinned like a mad man, staring directly at Coffee.

"You wanna bet?"

>They stood, pausing for a moment.

"Woahhh... Too fast... Too fast..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee watches with slight concern.

Yeah, maybe don't black out. That would be a very bad idea.

> They shift some of the wheat packs in case fae has to jump up to catch or steady Anxo.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo stood completely still for a moment, breathing through it.

"I'm good... I'm good... Just gotta remember that my body despises standing faster than a snail moves."

>They stretch again, seemingly trying to identify which joint was the source of their discomfort.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee nods a little, still watching carefully.

Gotta love when that happens. Bodies are weird that way.

> They chuckle a little bit to faeself.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo popped a specific section of their hip, grumbling quietly about their joints.

"Anyway... Did I ask you about how you slept? I can't remember... "

>They sat back down, grabbing a weighted blanket of their own and curling up under it.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee considers the question a moment, then nods.

You did. It was fine, aside from the nightmare. I'd asked how you slept too. You, uh.

> They hesitate.

You kinda avoided the question.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo's head tilted as they processed what was said.

"Did I? Coulda sworn I answered..."

>They looked down at their paw pads, picking out a loose thread from their damaged shirt.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee shrugs.

You may have given an "answer", but I got the feeling it wasn't the truth. I don't want to push, though.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly, standing with effort.

"I don't really remember how the sleep was..."

>They trotted over, grabbing their damaged shirt and making their way over to a nearby cauldron.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee nods and attempts to free themself from the wheat packs. They're losing.

That's fair enough, I suppose.

> Fae remembers their nightmare vividly, but normally Coffee doesn't remember any dreams fae has. They blur together after living long enough.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo reached into a barrel, pulling out dish gloves and some cleaning stuff.

"To be honest it's pretty much I'm awake for one moment, the next I'm waking up and I have no clue what happened or what time and day it is..."

>They began to wash the shirt, aggressively scrubbing out the stains.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee chuckles.

So you sleep like a rock is what you're saying. That's fair. Usually the same for me.

> They manage to get the first pack off, moving for the second.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo shrugged as they continued washing the shirt, somehow dodging any water that splashed out.

"More like I pass out..."

>They flicked a nearby lantern, causing it to light up before grabbing a piece of glass to use as a magnifying glass.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee watches with their head tipped.

Yeah. Like a rock. Rex does it too.

> There's something light to faer tone, but it doesn't hit their expression.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo glanced over, head tilting slightly.

"What's bothering you?"

>They take a moment to empty the cauldron, filling it with bleach and dropping the shirt in.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee shakes their head.

It's nothing.

> It's not nothing. Coffee feels like crap, and fae can't figure out why.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo watched closely, taking the gloves off and walking over.

"You seem a little off..."

>They checked Coffee's temperature, taking a moment to sniff the air as well to be sure it wasn't something with the air.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> The way Anxo isn't afraid of them is doing things to Coffee. The way the back of their hand touches faer head. Coffee damn near melts in their seat. As it is, faer shoulders collapse down, and tears shine in their eyes.

'M fine..... really...

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo gently hugged Coffee, patting faer back.

"You really need to speak up if you're not doing well... "

>They used their tail as a counter balance as they hugged Coffee, internally cursing themself for not having taller chairs.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee doesn't even know why they start crying, just that fae does. Their chest constricts something horrid and it hurts and fae doesn't know why-

'M sorry, 'm sorry, 'm fine, really, 'm fine....

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully pulls Coffee off the couch into a proper, sitting hug.

"Hey... Hey... Hey... Listen to me. You're allowed to not be okay, you're safe here with me and I will never judge you for expressing your emotions."

>They gently rocked, humming softly.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee sobs quietly, but doesn't struggle or otherwise try to escape the hug. They feel Bad and fae can't say why, and they're not supposed to be-

'M not weak. Sh'ld be 'ble t'take care'f m'self.

> Fae legitimately just had a nap, but their body is calling for another.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo pulled back for a moment, taking both of Coffee's cheeks in their hands.

"It's not weak in any way shape or form to cry when you feel like you need to or express any emotions you feel. Don't you dare call my new parent weak again, y'hear?"

>They did their best to look intimidating as they stared into Coffee's eyes.

"You are not weak. You're allowed to have bad days and days where you're vulnerable. If the voices think otherwise they can kiss my peach fuzzed ass."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes, Anxo's eyes are harsh, staring staring staring, scary scary. Coffee flinches back, looking away. Eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes. Their hands shake, fae pulls them in against their chest.

Eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes eyes.

> Fae feels like they're being watched. It terrifies Coffee. Eyes, just eyes, so many eyes, eyes everywhere, voices giggle, eyes, eyes, eyes.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo gently places a gold ingot in Coffee's hands. They gently pulled fae's head to her chest, blocking all view of the world around.

"You are safe. The eyes can't hurt you."

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> Coffee whimpers, their own eyes flashing between normal and those of the voices. Fae grasps the ingot tightly and shuts their eyes, even as tears keep spilling.

'M not weak, 'm not weak, really 'm not weak.

> Fae can't shake the feeling of being watched. It's like- it's like- it's like-

Eyes eyes eyes.....

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo wiggled their ears to create a nice jingling noise from their earring.

"You're right, you're not weak."

>They gently bumped Coffee's braid, trying to get it to jingle as well.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee stills when Anxo touches their hair, panic shooting through faer body, but nothing comes of it. Just one touch. Just one touch just one touch just one touch.

> They whimper, the sound half-strangled in faer throat.

Can't be weak, can't be weak, it hurts, it hurts-

> A yelp as the voices crescendo momentarily, reminding them not to say too much. They'll rat fae out to It. Coffee can't have that can't have that can't have that.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo sat both of their hands by their side, taking note of the flinch.

"You're not weak."

>They leant back, closing their eyes and continuing their ear wiggles.

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> Coffee rocks back and forth, clutching the ingot to their chest. Fae opens their eyes again, but they're vacant. Coffee mutters, but fae appears fully absent from the present, absorbed in a memory tinged with terror.

Don' wanna.....

> The memory shows Techno, in possessed mode, patting the seat to his right. Coffee's voice and perspective is small, their fear visceral as the Blood God contorts faer brother's face in anger.

(You will listen to me!)

> Coffee flinches, both in memory and real life.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo tears up, watching the scene unwillingly.

"Leave them alone."

>They carefully hug Coffee, rocking with them and cutting of her view of the memory.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> The memory continues, and Coffee flinches again, and again. Tears fall freely down their face, and fae clutches the ingot tightly.

> The memory does pass, eventually, and Coffee is left just shaking like a leaf.

Don' wanna don' wanna don' wanna....

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully wiped Coffee's tears, kissing the top of faer head.

"You're safe with me. I've got you."

>They continued to rock, wiggling their ears.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Safe? Safe safe safe- not safe, not safe. Nothing can stop It. Nothing can stop It ever.

(It won't hurt you It doesn't want to You're Its Axe Our Axe of Blood Axe of Blood Why would It hurt you Why would It hurt you Why would It hurt you)

> The voices' words are rational, but they overlap and overlap and it hurts, it hurts so bad. But they have to calm down, Coffee has to calm down, can't be weak, can't be a burden. Fae forces themself to take deep breaths, hands digging into the gold ingot tightly.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo pulls out a second ingot for Coffee, offering it.

"You are safe, you are in my cottage and anything that wants to harm you will have to kill me first."

>Anxo's expression was dead serious as they continued to make their gold earrings jingle.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee makes no move for the second ingot. Their eyes are still basically dead, but fae is clearly forcing themself to calm down. Fae strangles a whine, trying to stay quiet for whatever reason, more likely than not the residual terror. They're shaking, badly, tears still flowing freely, but Coffee's trying, trying so hard to stop. Trying not to be 'weak'.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo placed the second ingot in Coffee's hands, cupping fae's cheeks and pressing their foreheads together.

"You're not weak or a burden. You're showing so much strength."

>Their tail tapped nervously behind them, clearly desperate to break through the fog in Coffee's mind.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Anxo's words finally seem to get through to Coffee. They shake faer head weakly.

.....'M not strong...

> It comes out a whine, which causes a whole other panic for them, renewing faer shaking. Coffee pulls away and looks down again.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully forced Coffee to look at them again, trying not to make eye contact.

"You are. By allowing yourself to be vulnerable and start to feel the things you've bottles up for so long, it shows strength."

>They smoothed a bit of fae's hair that had started to poke up, pulling out a handkerchief.

"I would know... "

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee struggles against being held for a moment before the fight drains straight out. They stiffen, a bolt of fear shooting down faer spine. Don't disobey, it'll only hurt more. A trace of ice slips down their back at the thought.

> No, no, fae has to calm down. Their eyes are swimming, and faer whole body shakes, but Coffee can force themself. Fae's done it a billion times. It's slow, but their shaking starts slowing along with the tears.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully pulls Coffee into a hug, tight enough to reassure but still able to be escaped if Fae felt the need.

"You are strong, you are safe. I won't hurt you and I know you won't hurt me. I trust you but I need you to trust me..."

>Anxo rested their head on top of Coffee's, swallowing slightly.

"Please... Come back to the present..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> It takes a few more minutes, for certain, but once Coffee's most of the way out of it, it's like a breath of fresh air. Exhaustion does hit like a truck almost instantly, though.

> Despite that, fae recognizes Anxo's own slight distress and hugs them back.

'M sorry, 'm sorry, didn' mean to scare you.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo hugged Coffee tighter, tail curling around the two.

"You didn't scare me... I knew I'd be fine..."

>They shook slightly as they buried their face into fae's shoulder.

"I just didn't like what I saw... You didn't deserve to go through that."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee freezes, then internally cusses themself out. Fae should've realized that could be an issue.

'S fine, got used to it quick. Once I learned to tell the difference between him and It.

> They try to keep faer tone even, almost casual. It doesn't work well. Coffee's voice nearly breaks on the last few words.

Wasn' his fault.... he tried to protect us from It....

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo shook their head.

"Peepaw smelly God shouldn't have done that to any of you."

>They gently pat Coffee's back, hugging tighter.

"He really stinks... Needs a damn spiritual bath."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> The voices fucking riot.

(Fucking- Peepaw??? IT NOT HE SPIRITUAL BATH?! NONONONO NONONONO NONONONO NONONONO)

> Coffee pulls their hands away from Anxo in a heartbeat and push them over faer ears like it'll do anything against the sudden onslaught.

They didn' mean it, they didn' mean it, they didn' mean it, please don' tell, please don' tell......

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo stared directly at Coffee's eyes to see the voices.

"If I said something wrong, you ask Coffee to tell me instead of hurting them. Do. You. Understand?"

>The anger at them causing Coffee pain was obvious from their entire frame. Their tail beginning to whap violently against the floor.

"If you pull this again, you will lose Enderling privilege. I will only ever talk to Coffee and pretend that y'all don't exist. Even if you count as extended family in my eyes."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Eyes eyes eyes eyes - Coffee tries to hold eye contact, it doesn't last more than a few seconds. They're already so overstimulated and upset, fae can't do that too.

> The voices are sort of split about Anxo's threat, but they do start to settle. Coffee's back to rocking, muttering about eyes everywhere. Their hands are solidly over faer ears, refusing to move.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully moved Coffee's hands away from faer ears, swapping them with her own.

"You fidget with the gold, I'll cover your ears."

>They tried their best to smile reassuringly, alternating between blanking rapidly and frog blinking.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee doesn't go for the gold. Instead, they start smacking at faer knees with the side of their closed fists. Faer eyes squeeze shut, eyes eyes eyes.

> The voices are still so fucking loud, even as they start shutting up. Coffee bares their teeth at something not there.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo briefly let go of Coffee's ears to pull faer arms around herself.

"Don't hit yourself, hit me."

>They covered Coffee's ears again, closing their eyes in direct line of faer sight.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee snarls at Anxo for stopping them from hitting faeself. Their eyes fly open momentarily, black irises, red sclera, voices whisper-screaming in the air around fae, before they shut faer eyes again, pulling their arms away from Anxo instantly. Coffee then bats Anxo's hands away from faer head, not meaning to be harsh but definitely not gently, and covers their own ears again, bringing faer knees up to their chest and rocking again.

> Fae hisses aggressively when they think Anxo's going to touch fae again.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo doesn't react to being hit, tail in place behind Coffee just in case.

"Okay."

>They stayed dead still, eyes still closed as they kept their hands where Coffee can see them.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee rocks for several minutes, crying again, hands basically wrapped around their ears. Fae calms down eventually, shaking with exhaustion, letting their hands drop from faer ears. The voices are quiet. The fear is definitely still there.

> They open faer eyes and see Anxo in total surrender. Panic tries to drag Coffee under again, but they shove it to the side and move a bit closer, wrapping faer arms around Anxo gently.

'M sorry.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo carefully hugged back, shaking their head.

"My fault."

>They stood, carrying Coffee like a beloved plushie.

"You're probably exhausted..."

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee makes a slight "eep!" sound, not expecting to be carried so easily. It's been a very long time since they've been picked up like fae weighs so little.

'M fine. 'M sorry. Didn' mean to act bad.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo shook their head as they leapt up to the loft.

"You weren't bad at all."

>They pulled a chest full of blankets over with their tail.

"Blanket fort or nest?"

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee tenses, eyes widening, as Anxo leaps up. Once they've calmed down, fae shakes their head a little.

Don' need to rest.....

> Faer expression says otherwise, but Coffee is stubborn and would never admit it.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo deliberately made themself look super sassy.

"Who said it was for sleep?"

>They fought the urge to laugh at themself, opening the chest.

"Now blanket fort or nest?"

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Despite themself, Coffee giggles a little.

......Nest.

> Fae smiles a bit, looking somewhat better already.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo smiled, nodding.

"Do you wanna pick the blankets?"

>They shifted Coffee closer to the chest, head tilting.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee flushes in embarrassment at the way they're so easily held like a child.

I-I can stand, y'know.

> Fae does look at the blankets curiously, though.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled.

"I know but I also know that you'll try to run."

>They smile as they squat down so Coffee could actually look through the blankets.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee flushes further. The voices start giggling.

(Mamablade getting parented by their own kid Are we sure WE adopted enderling Look at how Prometheus is being held lol Theyre so embarrassssssssed KEKW KEKW KEKW KEKW When was the last time Techno held them like that lol Oh a long time Tiny Prometheus Tiny Prometheus Bebeeeeeeee lol)

> Coffee grabs a random blanket to hide their face in. Fae's bright red.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo fought a laugh as they watched Coffee.

"Is that gonna be the base blanket?"

>They sat down, stretching their tail.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee groans as the voices giggle harder.

Don't encourage them.....

(KEKW KEKW KEKW KEKW)

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo looked confused, head tilting.

"Encourage who to what?"

>They looked at the blankets, pulling one off their bed too.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee groans.

......Nothin'.

> The voices are ecstatic, giggling like little maniacs.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo's ear flicked slightly.

"How big should we make the nest?"

>They pulled the chest closer for easier access.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee hums, still very embarrassed.

....Big....

> The voices keep giggling. Coffee buries their face in the blanket further.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded, smiling.

"Take your pick of suitable blankets."

>They move the blanket off Coffee's head so they could actually look through the blankets.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> The voices howl with delight as they get to see Coffee beet red again. They immediately put the blanket back up to faer face, shaking with unloosed laughter. It takes them a second to pull faeself back together, then they start getting more blankets, faer face still dusted pink with embarrassment.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo noticed but didn't acknowledge the flush, focusing on helping Coffee find the perfect blankets.

"How about this one?"

>They hold up a knitted spider silk blanket that was big enough to wrap around the pair thrice.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee barely looks at the blanket before nodding.

...Sure.

> Their voice is still hesitant, a bit fragile, and definitely a bit embarrassed.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo took note of their behavior but chose not to bring it up.

"Alrighty!"

>They carefully draped the blanket across Coffee's shoulders, making sure it was comfy.

[coffeeblades-askblog]

> Coffee smiles a little in Anxo's direction, but doesn't make direct eye contact. The voices are still giggling and being general menaces to society.

> They get enough blankets that Coffee starts working on the nest quietly. Fae looks absolutely exhausted, and unsure of themself.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo helps make the nest, assessing if it's long enough to fit them.

"Perfect size, we could always add a few over top for warmth if necessary."

>They say up, smiling extremely wide.

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> Coffee giggles a little.

I'll sleep instantly.

(Eepy Prometheus aww Eepy little bebe Our little Axe Eepy eepy time)

> They turn faer head to look behind them.

Shut it, ya shits, I didn't ask you.

(Meanie Meanie Meanie Meanie Mean Prometheus :(( Sadge Sadge Sadge)

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo seemed to have an idea, sitting up straighter.

"Maybe the voices could pick one blanket and one plushie, but only if they promise to be quiet after?"

>Their head tilted as they offered the idea, standing up with their tail as a counter balance.

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> Coffee starts to shake their head.

Oh, that's not really a good-

> The voices are already bickering. Coffee looks like an exhausted parent dealing with hyperactive children.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo crossed their arms, looking very disappointed in the voices.

"I guess since they're already fighting, they don't get a choice... And I was gonna show them my favourite plushy too... Would you like to pick out a plushy and some pillows for structural support?"

>They stretched slightly, rubbing their temples.

"They sound like a swarm of flies..."

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> The voices appear to not be listening anymore, too absorbed in their own argument.

It's like being in a MCC spectator crowd, but constantly. And sure, I'd be happy to.

> Coffee smiles happily at Anxo.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo's head tilts slightly as they look in Coffee's direction.

"What's an Em See See? Is it like an eye spy game?"

>They shifted from leg to leg, hoping their guess was right.

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> Coffee giggles a little. They almost feel bad to say no.

It's uh, it's not. It's a really big competition with some of the best Players around. It attracts a lot of people every year. Mojang hosts it, MCC stands for Mojang Crew Championship I think.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo visibly tries to hide their confusion with an understanding nod.

"So it's some kind of challenge game?"

>They pull two separate chests over, one full of pillows and one full of plushies.

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> Coffee smiles and nods.

Yeah, it's got a lot of different challenges. Some people are better at certain challenges, usually cause they're connected to some god. Fighting challenges for Blood, mainly. Not that It takes Champions or Heroes, but my brother was good at it. I'm not as popular as he was, mostly people just think of me as "his little sister" or whatever. I dunno.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded again, grabbing a specific plushy and pillow for themselves.

"Take your pick!"

>They turned to Coffee with a gigantic, excited smile.

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> Coffee chuckles.

Why, thank you. You certainly have a lot more things to make forts and nests than I do.

> Now, they want things for that. Coffee takes a pillow and then takes a look at the plushies.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo giggled like a little kid, popping in the centre of the nest.

"I like making nests... Feels like home."

>They crushed their plushy in a hug as they set their pillow behind them.

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> Coffee chooses a plushie and settles in the nest, smiling.

Reminds me of home too.

> They yawn quietly. The voices are still bickering, but it's getting easier and easier to ignore them right now. Fae's tired.

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>Anxo snuggled down, close enough that Coffee knew they were there but not too close.

"Rest well, you need it."

>They stared absentmindedly at the roof, plushy still in a death grip.

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> Coffee curls up, but doesn't close their eyes yet.

You don't- really seem alright. What's wrong?

> Fae holds their plushie close, watching Anxo.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo blinked a couple of times, looking over at Coffee.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm good. Just gotta wait for the brain to switch off... It happens."

>They half shrug, returning to staring at the ceiling.

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> Coffee hums, not really believing Anxo but deciding not to push.

Mkay.

> They curl up a little smaller and close faer eyes, not really expecting to actually get rest but falling asleep within a minute or so.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo smiles slightly, grabbing an extra blanket and tucking Coffee in before curling around their plushy. They left their tail where fae could reach it at any time, shutting their eyes.

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> Coffee sleeps pretty solidly for an hour, recovering. They flinch once when a dog barks, curling tighter, but beyond that fae doesn't move at all, nor make any sound.

> They eventually stir and groan quietly, stretching a bit without taking up too much space. Coffee opens their eyes, looking tired, and sits up a bit.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo stretches slightly, rolling onto their opposite side with a soft huff. They adjust their tail, grumbling about having squished it slightly. Their grip on the plushy finally loosened enough to where it wasn't squished, just hanging likely in their arms.

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> Coffee hums in greeting, blinking slowly. They really stretch out and sit up more. The voices greet fae with peppy tones. Coffee groans at the voices in the same way a sleep-deprived parent of a toddler does, making several of the voices giggle.

Hulloooo.

> Their voice is half-functioning and a bit lower than normal.

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>Anxo grumbled slightly, sitting up with a blank look in their eyes.

"Can y'all stop buzzing for five more minutes? It takes me more than an hour to look any kinda decent after sleep."

>They patted around for their recently dropped plushy, wrestling Coffee down while obviously assuming they were the missing plush.

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> Coffee yelps, panicking slightly for a moment before they start giggling.

They don't stop, ever. That's kinda their job, is to just talk and talk and never shut up.

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>Anxo pouts slightly before opting to attempt to block out the noise with their tail.

"Dumb bees shouldn't be alarm clocks..."

>They adjust their hold so they're literally clinging to Coffee like a koala, seemingly content with the unorthodox plush that they're not awake enough to register as a person.

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> Coffee giggles and puts their arm over Anxo, resting faer chin on Anxo's head.

Yeah, but they are. Didn't take too long to get used to them for me. Then again, I have to live with them 24/7, so, you know.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo curled into Coffee, the stance very obviously instinctual.

"Mmm... Smelly God shoulda added a mute button..."

>They curled their tail up behind fae, ear flicking slightly.

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> Coffee chuckles.

That would defeat their purpose, so no muting them for me, unfortunately.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo grumbled.

"Dumb old god... All gods are dumb..."

>They seemed to finally fall back asleep fully, somehow still extremely strong.

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> Coffee smiles, holding Anxo close. There's no point in trying to fall back asleep, really, not now that the voices are yapping again. They sigh and settle back down, humming contentedly, listening to the voices gossip. It's kinda nice, the background noise of it. To them, at least. For now.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo slept for another hour or 2 before grumbling and stretching.

"What ti-this isn't a plushy..."

>They squeak slightly and go to sit up, immediately apologetic.

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> Coffee was just starting to drift off again when Anxo starts moving.

Mmmmmm...... come back, 'll snuggly.

> They pout a bit, voice clearly sleepy.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled softly, returning to the cuddle.

"More snuggles it is. "

>They use their tail to pull the extra blanket over the both of them, smiling slightly.

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> Coffee makes a quiet sort of "yay" sound and snuggles close to Anxo closing their eyes again. They groan quietly, settling in, before passing right back out. Faer body relaxes almost instantly.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckles quietly, patting Coffee's head before closing their own eyes. There was piece in the cottage once again as the two slept, even the animals taking time to rest.

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> Coffee wakes up a while later from another nightmare, shaking. They breathe through it, shaky breath in, slow breath out. Quietly fae calms themself down, not wanting to wake Anxo. It was vivid, so vivid. Coffee closes faer eyes and presses the heel of their hands against them, trying to push the nightmare out.

> It takes a minute for fae to remember where they are and what fae was doing. Coffee hums quietly as they take faer hands away from their eyes. No use in trying to sleep anymore, not when the nightmare lurks so viciously in the back of faer mind.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo had some how become a weighted blanket at this point, emitting a strange enderian purr. They stretched slightly, rolling to one side with a little oomf noise.

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> Coffee smiles and chuckles quietly. They readjust the blanket on Anxo and try to stretch without waking them or knocking them off. It's hard, but sleeping is nigh impossible, so fixing faer stupid joints is the reasonable thing to do.

> They hum, quietly. A song Techno used to sing to fae and their brothers. A song about little soldiers who went out and saved the world. Fae can almost see him singing it, making those stupid hand gestures to get them to giggle.

> Tears start to fall again. Fuck. Coffee tries to wipe them away, but refuses to stop humming. Fae's stronger than this, come on.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo grumbled slightly as they sat up, shoulder and back cracking at the movement.

"Why you crying? Sad memry?"

>They hugged Coffee, patting faer back.

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> Coffee stops humming.

No..... happy memory I miss.

> They sniffle and wipe at faer eyes again.

Sorry.... 'm cryin' too much.

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>Anxo shook their head.

"Not crying too much."

>They carefully dry Coffee's tears, pulling them into a tight hug.

"Never too much."

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> Coffee tenses for a moment, then relaxes, wrapping their arms around Anxo.

Maybe not. But it doesn't feel like it.

> Fae sighs shakily.

'M sorry I woke you again. How'd you sleep?

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo nodded slightly.

"Good, I actually woke up a bit earlier but you were still asleep."

>They smiled, patting Coffee's back.

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> Coffee hums in acknowledgement.

Yeah. Feel like I slept like a brick.

> They rest faer chin on the top of Anxo's head.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo chuckled.

"A brick that demands cuddles."

>Their tone was light and full of humor.

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> Coffee flushes in embarrassment. The voices giggle in the back of their mind.

I do seem to recall you grabbing me like a plushie, don't think you're getting out of that.

> Fae chuckles at the memory.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo flushed slightly, sticking their tongue out at Coffee.

"In my defense, you make a very convincing plushy."

>They grinned, still sticking their tongue out.

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> Coffee grins and pats the top of Anxo's head.

If you say so. I've been told I'm too sharp. Jokingly, of course.

> Gods, even with how close they are to everyone here, fae still misses old times. It's like a fucking plague upon their mind.

[anxo-enderman]

>Anxo smiled, leaning into the pats.

"It's nice to have someone in this world..."

>They reach up, patting Coffee's head in return.

"It's nice to know I'm not alone again in this stupid world full of stupid people starting stupid goddamn fights of dumb places."