Little Unfotunate Soul

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[ofmanydeaths-blog]

>The wriggler was being himself because he was trying so hard to get free and squirming away from her in an attempt to free himself from the bag. He was making it worse and it was getting tighter around the scaled hand, foot and tail. It was a messy combo and it left Aradia sighed heavily.

"Shh honey. Let me help you."

>She waited until he’d calmed down a bit before she’d try again, using nails to tear into the bag and within a few moments she had the little one free. She was scooping him up then to bounce him some, cooing and shhing at him in an attempt to calm down the frightened wriggler.

>She ought to make Solbee calm him down.

[freshwaterchild]

> You'll just lie flat and quiet until she's got you free and scooped up into her arms. You'll shove your face against her, gripping onto her like when you first met, tail wrapped partway over her arm.

> You're sobbing and shaking and you're so upset this wasn't fair to you. But you're making a conscious effort to be quiet, trying to get as close to her as you can.

"He's mean to me, Ara."

> Not that you aren't back to him but you know. Pity cards have been pulled. That's just the way it goes.

[ofmanydeaths-blog]

>We interrupt this blogging about porn and all things related to that by a high pitch squealing noise coming from outside the room somewhere. She’d heard the little one running around earlier and—did Sollux put a bag back on him. God dammit.

>Huff.

>Get up and go out of her room to get the little one who was currently pitching a right fit about everything. He was literally screaming now and she was bending down to shh him gently, trying to get her hands in to start untangling him.

"Cutie if you keep screaming they will think we have a kid in here. You know we’re not allowed to have ‘pets’.

>Cooing and shushing, momma Aradia mode a go.

[freshwaterchild]

> You're wiggling and pitching a huge fit, rolling a bit away from her hands and trying to tear your hand from the bag. You're in the worst condition it seems, you're pretty stuck and you aren't letting her help.

> You at least quieted down, settled for sobbing and desperately trying to get your hand free. You'll go limp in the next few moments, sobbing and crying and sniffling because you're stuck and it kind of hurts and it's extremely comfortable.

"Arrrraaaa--"

> You hiccup and give her the most pathetic look ever, sniffling quietly.

"'M sor-ry. F-or. Ma-making so mu-u-ch noi-noise."

[freshwaterchild]

> Make the most pathetic sound that isn't even possible should you have not been a tailtroll (and probably shouldn't even be possible at all), lay down on the floor with a dumb plastic bag wrapped around your foot.

> Lay limp a few seconds.

> Make the most high pitched scream, slap your tail hard on the ground, try to wiggle your foot out of the bag, and only succeed in getting your hand wrapped up and your tail stuck and just scream so god damn loud this bag is killing you you're going to die by thiS BAG.

[ofmanydeaths-blog]

Eridan was cute and he was himself and that was what Aradia loved about him. He was dramatic and threw tantrums, but he was also the sweetest thing in the world to her right now. He would give her attention back whenever Sollux was busy, and he was there for her if she needed him. Sure he probably didn’t know why she would suddenly hug him, or that she was incredibly sad currently; but he would respond and that is all that she wanted. It was perfect.

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[freshwaterchild]

You swear you didn't wiggle that much through the night. Maybe a little to kick blankets from your feet or scooch a little closer to someone. You wouldn't mind staying like this for a long while, maybe sleeping together more often. Sure, it wasn't as great as your pile of fluff which was a natural way of sleep for your breed, but it was pretty damned nice and warm that's for sure.

But you whine and stir when Aradia moves, pawing at the air lazily and irritably. You didn't wanna get up yet. No, you wanted Aradia to lay back down and keep you warm. But she was going to make breakfast you bet, and instead you flop down the other way, facing towards the other dumb body in the bed and cuddle closer, trying to take as much warmth from his as you can. 

As soon as she's gone though you may or may not have began to pick on him, touch your freezing hands to his face and whatnot, just be a nuisance to his sleepy grumpy self until she came back. You're not too mean though, just an inconvenience. 

[ofmanydeaths-blog]

Mutie was entirely tired of Eridan and it was taking a lot of Aradia to soothe him and get him to just accept the little shit for what he was: a little shit. Eridan cried, pitched fits, annoyed Sollux but above all he made Aradia just as much happy as Sollux did. The moirail accepted this, with some grudge and grumbling, and was going to put up with it as long as Aradia tried to keep it under wraps. She was trying; it was hard.

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[freshwaterchild]

You're such a troublemaker and you're so melodramatic about everything that happens regardless of whether its your fault or not. You're just an attention hog, you're such a handful. But what would you be without the drama? Literally a boring little toddler with no personality whatsoever. But hey, she loved you and you loved her and you felt soft for Solbee even if you were a pain in his ass most the time. You'd never intentionally hurt either of them. You're just naive and cute. Shh.

You had fallen asleep in her arms, but you rouse when she moves you to lay down with the two of you. You're one super weird family, in a sense. Two warm lowblooded trolls raising a cool highblooded troll. How lucky of them to get yourself. Your spoiled self. Good thing you don't mind the comfortable clothes rather than the expensive.

You'll curl up close between the two, nuzzling them both and just sorta falling back into a quiet sleep. They were warm  and it was nice and that blanket around you was gonna make you really warm in the night and probably fidgety, but then again you were always fidgety if you weren't the perfect temperature. Oh well, you'll live.

Oh how much you lived for the attention of these two. You might just purr softly in your sleep. Yeah, that'll do. You sweet little thing.

[ofmanydeaths-blog]

Eridan was being incredibly adorable today and also incredibly annoying. He was being cute in the fact that the first time or so he had found the blanket ghost trick he was a cutiebutt. Of course this also meant that he kept running into things. Over and Over again; it was seriously getting on her nerves but every time those eyes started to tear up or he started to cry it was instantly gone again. She had it out for the little cutie.

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[freshwaterchild]

Mutie probably was getting so tired of your bullshit at this point. You were constantly running into things, complaining, crying, bothering him, ect, ect. He was probably so done with your shit when you had practically pulled Aradia away from their little cuddle puddle or whatever you wanna call it. In reality you weren't all that upset and you'd probably be ready to go back to sleep within a matter of seconds, but shh. No one sees past your sobbing and shaking.

You aren't bleeding, you had the comforter between you and the corner, but you'll definitely be bruised or at least have a bump. You poor unfortunate thing. You grab at her hands when she touches your face and you give a pathetic whine.

You push at her face a little with your bare feet at her comment, looking very unamused as you sob a little bit, uttering a soft "Nooo." You throw the blanket over her head, tail slapping against the counter side, "I'm the ghost!" You're a little cranky, you're tired, and your head hurts and you just wanna sleep. You flump down onto your side on the counter, looking quite pathetic with your tail and limbs limp. You whine softly, reaching one hand for her, "Can I sleep we-with you and Sol?" You droop your fins a little, try to look super pathetic.

[freshwaterchild]

This is the third god damn time today. You may have discovered this wonderful new thing called putting the blanket over your head and walking around pretending to be a 'big scary ghost!' You've even thrown in the "Oooo!"s for real effect. Sure, this is a great way to pass the time but it's fucking dangerous.  Like seriously this is the third god damn time today and it's not even 11pm.

And this is the god damn third time today that you have smacked right into the corner of something, fallen flat on your butt then onto your back and laid there for a good five minutes as the pain and situation registers in your mind. You lay there just sorta staring up at the ceiling because the momentum of your fall caused it to end up on the floor beside your head.

Once the pain finally registers you make the most pathetic sound, rolling onto your side and start crying miserably. You'll push yourself up  onto your hands and knees, then slowly to your feet sniffling and crying and sobbing pathetically because your head hurts, you bumped a horn, and your arm hurts and this is the literal worst and this has happened three fucking times now you'd think you'd get used to it.

"Arrraaaaaaa!" You drag the blanket with you a little ways, fwumping down against the wall just a few steps away and curling up, pulling the blanket to you and sobbing and calling for her like an abandoned puppy. You poor thing.

[ofmanydeaths-blog]

>The purring was close enough so she wasn’t going to complain. Just keep humming and rubbing his hair with a smile.

"I love you too,Eridan. Go to sleep. I’ll be here."

[freshwaterchild]

>You make a very tiny kneading motion with your hands, rolling onto your side and relaxing. You give a breath out, a happy little sigh, before you begin to doze off. You're asleep in moments, much like a cat.

>Who are we kidding, you're like a kitten. A little baby kitten and you purr in your sleep from comfort and contentment. 

>What a cutie.

[ofmanydeaths-blog]

>Too cue for life that’s what he was. Precious too. And spoiled rotten.

"We will see. Forever might be sooner than you think."

>She chuckled a bit, noting that he was starting to nod off. She was going to hum a bit to him, trying to get him to sleep.

[freshwaterchild]

>You make a small chirrup in the back of your throat, trying to mimic her hum a little, failing, and just deciding purring will have to do.

>You'll fall asleep easily, relaxing in her lap with a smile on your face.

"I lov-ve you, Ara."

[ofmanydeaths-blog]

>She was hoping for the sleeping to happen. It was a good thing and oh no he was totally dragging her into a loophole. She rolled her eyes though, shushing him gently.

"For now."

[freshwaterchild]

>Nuzzle into her hand sweetly,  grabbing it and putting a tiny kiss on her palm.

"But if I'm the littlest then you can obviously carry me forev-ver."

>You yawn again, halfway through your sentence, and let go of her hand, nuzzling into her lap sleepily.

[ofmanydeaths-blog]

>She was going to go where he told her to by the tilting of his head. She would make little noises back at him, scratching and toying with his hair while they relaxed together.

"The littlest of the little."

[freshwaterchild]

>You're purring pretty loudly, only stopping for a moment to yawn. Her petting and playing with your hair was pleasant, almost enough to lull you to sleep. Almost.

"Then you'll hold me forev-ver, right?"

>Gotcha.

[ofmanydeaths-blog]

"He is not. He’s grumpy, yes, but he’s  not always in a bad mood. He can be very happy too. He shows it different since he can’t speak. You just have to watch."

>She knew he’d move. She let him go so, wiggling her fingers above him before she settles a hand on his tummy and one to play with his hair. He was an adorable little pet troll.

"Swear."

>She gently corrects.

"Just play nice like you do with me and remember he’s not good with little ones."

[freshwaterchild]

"Swear."

>You almost smile the way you get the w right and instead settle for a soft purr, laying your hands on top of hers on your tummy. You shut your eyes, turn your head a little get her to scratch the spot near your horn, purring a little louder.

"But Arrraaa! I'm not little!"

[ofmanydeaths-blog]

"And what if he’s in a bad mood and you do that? What then? Then I have to console him and he’s going to be angry with you and I."

>She rolled her eyes, moving to claim a seat on the couch so that he could just snuggle up in her lap instead. She was going to rub his back, ignoring the pouting.

[freshwaterchild]

"He's alw-ways in a bad mood."

>You whine a bit when she sits you in her lap and you climb out and move your tail, ending up just laying your back across her lap, reaching up to bat at her hands.

"I don't do anythin really mean, I sw-wa- swe-" (wrinkle your nose in frustration) "-promise."

[ofmanydeaths-blog]

"I heard that you know. He does tell me things, remember? He’s my moirail."

>She was going to bounce him a little bit, smiling ever so slightly.

"That means he will talk to me about you and I’ve told you that you’re on thin ice here. I don’t want to loose you. You should be nice to him; he’s the one that can afford to buy you things and keep the roof over your head."

[freshwaterchild]

>You lay your head on her and pout, drooping your fins and sticking out your tongue.

"But he's fun to mess around w-with!"

>It's true. You do love to mess with him. He's got the best reactions to your rudeness. He'll live. As long as you don't do anything over the top and really hurt him or anything. You know better.

[ofmanydeaths-blog]

"What have I told you about lying? I know you have. You always bug Sollux whenever I’m gone. He’s going to kick you out if you don’t want it."

>She gave him a stern voice then, gently head butting him back. It was hard to keep the smile off her face though.

[freshwaterchild]

"I do not torment him!"

>Your vocabulary is expanding quite a bit. It'll only be a matter of time before you're writing down sloppy notes telling Aradia how she is the best or rude little things telling Sollux he's dumb. You pout a little.

"I just mess around w-with him. Like cral-crawling into his lap.. or sittin on his keyboard."

>Mumble the last part like it doesn't exist.

[ofmanydeaths-blog]

>He was heavy and getting about to where she wasn’t going to be able to hold him like this any longer. It was straining on her honestly, and she could pick up Sollux sometimes; either way she had a feeling he’d pitch a fit. Joy.

>Ear wiggles at the kisses though, cooing at the little one and giving him a raspberry on his cheek.

"You been tormenting Sollux all day?"

[freshwaterchild]

>You squirm a little from her little raspberry, headbutting her softly and affectionately. You'd be upset when she couldn't hold you anymore, of course, but you'd probably end up in her or Sollux's lap anyways because warmth.

>You wiggle your earfins a little, purring softly.

"Have not."

[ofmanydeaths-blog]

"When aren’t you my cuddle buddy. I think I’m going to have to get you removed from my hip before you get any bigger."

>She rolled her eyes, bending down in a swift motion to scoop up the little one and bounce him on her hip. Cue peppering his face in kisses.

"Hey cutie."

[freshwaterchild]

>You giggle a little at her kisses, smiling big and hugging her. Yep, you have gotten bigger since you first joined the household, and it was a good thing you guys went for getting you clothes with enough growing room. You smile wide and grab her cheeks, kissing her forehead before she can do anything about it.

"Hi Ara."