Lost Little Ones

((Independent roleplay blog for fangrubs. In-person roleplays only, since they're only grubs. Feel free to do whatever you wish to these grubs- name them, gender them, house them, even kill them if you want! It's all up to you. Sidebar is mine, other art of mine will be /tagged/Mun's-art))

[g9ds-blog]

»Oh gosh. Yeah, you’re pretty sure you’re gonna bring this one with you when you leave. If they’ll let you, of course. With a smile, you shift so you can use one hand to pet his little head.

“Do you want me to rub your belly-?”

[atyourmxrcy]

> You chirp up at him, grabbing hold of his hand with all your little legs and nibbling on it. You’re very gentle though- playing with your hatchmates has taught you to be cautious of your teeth.

[g9ds-blog]

»This is it. This grub has killed you with how very sweet it is. Your fins flutter as you smile down at them.

[atyourmxrcy]

> You let out sweet little trilling sounds as you nibble on his hand, fins fluttering. You end up yawning, though, little legs stretching before you grab his hand again and cuddle against it.

[g9ds-blog]

»Oh gosh. Yeah, you’re pretty sure you’re gonna bring this one with you when you leave. If they’ll let you, of course. With a smile, you shift so you can use one hand to pet his little head.

“Do you want me to rub your belly-?”

[atyourmxrcy]

> You chirp up at him, grabbing hold of his hand with all your little legs and nibbling on it. You're very gentle though- playing with your hatchmates has taught you to be cautious of your teeth.

[g9ds-blog]

»You take to sitting down cross-legged, cradling the precious little purple grub. Your wings form something of a protective cocoon around the two of you, freckles glowing a little more noticeably. You're happy.

[atyourmxrcy]

> You purr loudly, large fins fluttering cutely as you look up at him- oh look, you have bioluminescent spots too! And they're glowing because you're safe and happy to have some attention. You roll onto your back in his arms, pawing up at him.

[g9ds-blog]

»Aww. It’s cute. All babies are cute, but this one just?? You’re gonna pick it up and just. Cradle it. What a cute little thing.

[atyourmxrcy]

> You purr happily, nuzzling the other, your little fins lowering against your head as you trill sweetly. You like having the other’s attention- it’s not often people pay attention to you since you’re just another seadweller with mutated fins, so it’s nice, to say the least.

[g9ds-blog]

»You wriggle your own rather odd fins at this cute little one, giving a soft trill in reply to the one it gave. ..You’ve got half a mind to just take this grub and leave, honestly. It’s adorable and this seems like no place for a baby.

[atyourmxrcy]

> You purr-chirp at him, cuddling up and headbutting the other's chest. Sure, it messes up your hair, but who cares? You like this person and you're comfortable so you're going to snuggle and take advantage of the situation before they left you alone again.

[6ittersh9t-blog]

==> You set him on your soft chest and lull him with each step you take to the kitchen, just stopping midway to look at him; poor thing, he looks sleepy... You take a stop to your room, in which Aaron is playing with his toys, but he looks sad. He always looks sad-- you sigh, before settling the small grub in the blankets, petting him gently. "Aaron, darling-- look after him a second...?" He nods and blinks at the baby, before he returns to his games.

[atyourmxrcy]

> You relax when you're cuddled like this, letting out a cute little yawn. You just realized how exhausted you are. You protest quietly when you're picked up, before cuddling into the blankets sleepily. It's comfortable there, at least. It's not as warm, though, which upsets you a little, tiny fins flicking unhappily.

[g9ds-blog]

»Aww. It’s cute. All babies are cute, but this one just?? You’re gonna pick it up and just. Cradle it. What a cute little thing.

[atyourmxrcy]

> You purr happily, nuzzling the other, your little fins lowering against your head as you trill sweetly. You like having the other's attention- it's not often people pay attention to you since you're just another seadweller with mutated fins, so it's nice, to say the least.

[6ittersh9t-blog]

==> You smile and blink at his nuzzles, and gently scratch his scalp with a soft hum. Instead, Rosie knows exactly what time it is, scuttering back inside the hive as fast as her tiny claws allow her-- so very slowly. It's her snack time, she never misses it-- you shift a bit on your feet, before reaching to pick the other grubby up. You won't leave him alone there.

[atyourmxrcy]

> You're a little surprised when you're suddenly lifted up, but you curl up in the other's arms instead. She seems nice enough, so why not just relax and enjoy the ride? You're exhausted, anyways. You've swam for much too long today. It was high time you take a nap, actually.

[g9ds-blog]

»You respond to his noises with your own; you're. Relatively okay at grubspeak, if you do say so yourself. You offer a hand to the little one, curious. Is he lost? Are you lost???

[atyourmxrcy]

> You were, indeed, very lost. But you always got lost, every time you left the caverns, and you always found your way back. Every time. You chirp a little, and put your front legs on his hand, curling up half-on, half-off the other's palm.

[6ittersh9t-blog]

==> Rosie tilts her head and headbutts him back gently, chirping happily-- you chuckle at the small show, and look at the sea. Did he came from there--? God, he must be tired if so. You move your hand to pet his head gently, now kneeling.

[atyourmxrcy]

> You purr happily, nuzzling the other's hand. You like this person, they're nice. See? Not all adults are mean. Ruby had been arguing that point with you for days now. Now you have proof! ......If you can find your way home, that is. Oh well. You'll worry about that later.

[6ittersh9t-blog]

==> You blink at him and lean down, as Rosie bounces excitedly off your arms to meet the other baby, wriggling her claws. You rest your chin on your arms and smile faintly at him.

"And what are you doing there...?"

[atyourmxrcy]

> You chirp again, loudly, and lightly move to bump your head against the other grub. You're trying to make friends- you'd been clearly spending too much time around your verdant-blooded hatchmate. You look up at the troll again, letting out a little click- for being deaf, you certainly are vocal.

[6ittersh9t-blog]

==> You peek out of the window after settling your book down— and widen your eyes. A grub? What is he doing there? Rosie thrills to get your attention and you scoop her up, heading outside to check on the little guy— carefully opening the door and peering outside.

[atyourmxrcy]

> You don't immediately notice the other- seeing as how you're deaf- but the moment you spot the change in your surroundings, you look up at the other, blinking curiously. You squeak, perhaps a little louder than you should, head tilting at them.

[atyourmxrcy]

> You'd been out for a swim (because whoever thought seadwelling grubs should be stuck in dry caverns was clearly an idiot) when you'd stumbled upon... a hive? Hm. You decide to investigate, crawling onto it and looking around. Maybe you'd find the owner.

[atyourmxrcy]

> Oh look. A person. You carefully calculate your chances of being okay in this situation, hiding behind a plant. Sadly, it's not really the best plant to hide behind. You're kind of out in the open.

[atyourmxrcy]

> Squeak? You peek up at the stranger curiously, big purple eyes blinking innocently.

[g9ds-blog]

»Oh no. Oh no. A baby.

»You’re quick to wind up on your knees, cooing softly at this little one. A bitty baby seadweller—and what pretty fins, too-

[atyourmxrcy]

> You chirp up at the bigger troll, little fins wiggling excitedly. A stranger! You very rarely met new people inside the caverns, you just knew exploring was a good idea! Phooey on your hatchmates for thinking it was a bad one. You click and chirp again, standing up on your back four legs, front two pawing up at the other.

[atyourmxrcy]

> Squeak? You peek up at the stranger curiously, big purple eyes blinking innocently.

[atyourmxrcy]

Grape ==> Be two sweeps old. Cull the lowbloods. It is your DESTINY.

[atyourmxrcy]

Grape ==> Practice your culling skills on Ruby. You will need them in your future career.

> Do as the anon tells you!

> ...Fail miserably. You're just a grub so it turns into more of a play-fight than anything. The worst part is, Ruby wins.