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Warmth
This one rests its shoulder against the brick wall. It couldn't bring itself to check why the wall was there or what it connected to. It instead uses its strength to brush off the snow that's collected on it as it's been walking.
It's only resting for a second. Please, please, only a second. It has to keep moving.
At The Seams
"Do you know why you do this?"
Miss's voice was soft and soothing, her hands ever steady. The needle goes in, and the doll flinches, closing its eyes and facing away. "Sorry, Miss, this one just... doesn't think, and it... just finds its hand moving on its own."
Weredoll
It's a minute to midnight. Oh, god, this is really happening. You're... still okay with sticking around, right? I promise it's okay if you're not, this is kinda...
...alright. Thank you. That... means a lot.
Obsessed with switch Goodsir and I immediately am thinking about his relationship with Collins (who is 100% sad wet babie in my brain)!!!
Goodsir is canonically very gentle with Collins when he’s clearly struggling and I imagine he has the desire to be very reassuring regardless of his headspace.
He’s the type who would definitely age up if he thought Collins needed something and Macca spends a lot of time reassuring Harry that he’s perfectly comfortable with Harry being small and staying small even if Henry is having a hard day. Maybe he promises to ask Harry for help if he needs it and starts allowing Harry to help him care for Henry even when he’s small as well, because he knows Harry needs to feel like he’s helping. Cue MacDonald sending little Harry on Very Important Missions to find Henry’s favorite pacifier, pick a book for Macca to read to them both, or fetch the diaper bag.
When Goodsir isn’t feeling the need to be small everyone knows to get him as soon as Collins starts looking like he’s getting caught up in his own thoughts. Stanley sighs and makes snarky comments whenever Collins shows up and hovers just to be close to Harry but finds a reason to leave the sickbay so they can have some space. Harry always offers to hug Henry and hold him tight while he has a cry. Especially when they’re on Erebus without MacDonald Harry often finds himself refusing to be little because he doesn’t want to risk not being able to care for Henry if he needs it.
I think Bridgens is the unofficial oversight of all the Littles on board Erebus. He’s just naturally very tuned in to how people are feeling and it’s second nature to be scanning for problems and he always keeps track of how the Littles seem to be doing. This goes extra for Henry and there are days when the Second Ice Master is nearly constantly in his view as he seems on the verge of slipping little. I also think Bridgens would be the one to bring Henry to Goodsir for help cleaning up after he has an accident. He’d hold Henry’s hand and wipe his tears as they make their way to sickbay while Bridgens reassures him that his friend Dr Goodsir will get him all warm and dry again and offers to help take care of the laundry.
These are so so delicious💖💖
Yeah, Bridgens would so love checking in on everyone, make sure (if they wear diapers) that they're stocked up and ask if they're hungry maybe or offer to read them a story... 🥰🥰 I HC that his voice really calms Henry down, so a story is a great way to get him to calm down when he's crying.
I'm also plagued by visions of aged up Goodsir/baby Collins/tired and annoyed Stanley...
Dr. Stanley entered the sick bay after dinner, to check if someone was waiting for him. He didn't expect anyone - not at this hour and not unless it's an emergency. And he bloody hoped there were no emergencies tonight. He needs sleep.
Instead of a patient, he found Goodsir and - to his annoyance - Collins, obviously during his little time and holding onto Harry's hand like a lifeline.
His Pride, His Ruin
Just a little oneshot to get back in the groove…
450 words Nano x Shiki NSFW (special warnings: biting, asphyxiation? But not really. Nano is just too strong, ok? Just think of him as a boa and you’ll get the point. lmao Sorry not sorry.)
＊More notes at the end.
Summary:
That day, Nano didn’t just let Shiki live. He decided to escape and take him with him…
“Because fear can wear many faces, let me undo all of yours.” — n
Remember When...
By Snapdragon
“Remember when we went hiking, at four AM?” I ask. It was before Teresa and I were close friends; we were at a sleepover for our mutual friend, Lauren. We were the only two up at that point. It was a classic summer night; warm and humid, and it had rained earlier that night so it was muddy. The clouds blocked out the stars, and the trees branches out against them, as if they were holding up the sky. Crickets chirped and an owl repeated its “who” in the distance. The mud was thick enough and wet enough that it sucked our shoes into the ground, past the rubber bottoms and to the fabric part- and that happened every time we took a step. The water seeped into our shoes, and through our socks, pruning our feet as we wandered.
We laughed at the squelching and delighted in the breeze. We bumped into moths and beetles as they flew through the quiet night, and chased fireflies when they showed themselves directly in front of us. I slipped and dragged her down with me, costing both of us in mud. Delirious, we laughed. We were lucky to have packed clothes to go home in, instead of just our pajamas, not that we’d thought about it at the moment. We scrambled to get up, then continued to the creek. “I dare you to go in, Jasmine,” she’d said, gripping one of my hands with a grin that had shown through the darkness. “Then I dare you to go in, Teresa.” I said, letting go of her hand and wading into the creek. She laughed and trudged in after me, then splashed me.
“There! I’m in.” She’d said. We floated in the water, careful even in our delirium to make sure we stayed roughly close to where we wandered into the creek. The water was ice cold near the bank, yet lukewarm just a short way away from the bank. With a crack of thunder, rain started to pour down after we had been lazing about and playing in the creek. In the dark, we stumbled out of the water and staggered back through the fireflies and beetles back to Lauren’s house, weaving through the trees while the clouds fell on us as rain.
Sitting here, at the local cafe with her, a smile makes its way into my face. The sound of chatter is everywhere around us, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air. Teresa’s brow is furrowed, her hands neatly folded. The suitcase from her office job rests underneath the table, where she could get to it easily if the need arose.
“No, I don’t remember that.”
Prompt: Your inspiration for this quick write is expectations. Your prompt is “my whole life has been building up to this moment…”
The maids around me worked as a frenzied storm to prepare my make up and gown. One curled my hair while adding jeweled pins with another tending to what they called blemishes on my cheeks. It has felt like hours since the whole process started and as I felt I was going to fall asleep again, a full length mirror was rolled in front of me. The reflection of the girl staring back at me was nearly unrecognizable. She seemed poised in her wedding dress with gems dotting her body and hair. Almost like someone who wanted to do this. Someone who isn’t me.
Before I could think much a knock sounded at the door. My father stood in the doorframe looking expectant in his crisp grey suit. He said there was only a few minutes until the ceremony. He took my arm and began to walk me away from the safety of the dressing room to the uncertainty of the the large double doors of the chapel. I could feel my nerves knotting in my stomach and sweat starting to bead on the back of my neck. Father reminded me how this would help the company. How it would help the family. How everything I’ve done my whole life has been building to this moment.
The double doors creaked open as the music started to play. Arm in arm, Father began to lead me down the aisle to my future. I looked to the man standing at the alter as he beamed widely as he watched me shuffled towards him.
Father turned me towards him, nodded a reassurance and ushered me to my spot opposing my husband to be. I stepped up tentatively, bunching the edges of my dress up.
I could barely make out the words the priest spewed as he performed the ceremony. Suddenly I was asked a question. He had already agreed to this commitment but I did I want to submit to this life of servitude for the sake of my father’s whims?
I couldn’t see past my tears as I ran out the doors. The crowd immediately grew raucous as I gave my response and fled the scene.
Mud caked the hem of my gown as I ran down the sodden roads, away from my future, away from my father, away from the expectations and to the life I want. I want to follow my own expectations.
My pace slowed only when I saw the slats of the cabin surrounded by pink blooms. My sanctuary where I could choose what I wanted. Where she waited. Where my future lay. As I walked up the steps and pushed open the door I could hear the sweetest melody singing a gentle inquiry, “Hello?”
The Pine trees were dotted against the grey sky. He came across her mind as she spaced out. He had a soft place in her heart and she wondered if he had a soft place for her too or if that place had grown hard or closed off. She told herself it was pointless to continue daydreaming about him. Since he didn’t even mention her or speak of his love for her. Going there was pointless. A distant friend came to mind as well. It felt so long ago but her friend still popped up in her thoughts at times. Now she doesn’t ponder or let it mean anything as it use too. She felt as if the love she had back then was no longer with her now. Normally she would ignore these thoughts but she couldn’t help but focus on them this time. She wondered about her friend, “Does Jamie date just to avoid the fact that I still pop in her mind too? But I can’t possibly think that since I don’t know if that’s her thoughts. I barely know who she is now. It may be because she likes dating. Not that she’s trying to hide from past emotions and besides, that hope of ever being friends again is very unlikely. There’s no reason to get sad over it. But in her heart she missed her friend. She missed the times they spent together. Those times were treasures. Sometimes out of the blue she would pause and her mind would replay a time that had never happened of her friend sitting across from her and then the thought would go as if it never even came. She wanted to tell her this but even if she could. She knew her friend wouldn’t want to hear it. She wondered why Jamie was in her head because she had given up on thinking about her and had accepted change. The clouds seemed darker now, water was in them and she pictured the sky as an ocean and thought that it would be weird if there were two oceans. Earlier that afternoon as they had driven past the hospital she saw a flashback of him again. But it was such a strange reminder so far away it felt as if it never happened, many friendships had come to be like that in her mind and it didn’t seem to faze her as it use too. It was as if some force field was blocking the damage from wounding her further or as if it was a faraway sound that didn’t seem to reach her ears. Was it okay that she felt at peace while her friend was trapped and suffering everyday?
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