#doomdad

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Excited for the DOOM dlc with shirtless slayer?

Lol yesss

I adore that you can see the bread growth.and this funny ass image it brings of Slayer using different kinds of blades to shave xD

[lord-luminous]

IronDad stans transitioning into DoomDad stans after that reveal. Especially because Spider-Man is known to be friends with the Fantastic Four, so theres such a likely chance for Spider-Man to meet Doctor Doom through the F4. God, I'm gonna hate it...

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random cute thing?

here -yeets a DoomDad moment at everyone- needed a moment of a breather from the heavier feels.

=D Have cuteness

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The quiet was not that all consuming silence anymore, and the one walking was grateful for that. Passing through the halls in the ‘nighttime’ of his Fortress, he could hear the survivors that the war god had found. They were safely recovering here, most were sleeping, others were just quietly in areas. 

Living souls, safe, his humans, loyal Sentinels that came to him. His flowers were mostly all asleep or at least with someone to watch over them.

Most of them tonight at least. 

John sighed, shifting his arm full as the not-really man walked. He could fight and battle so many things. Almost everything really, enemies would always fall under his boot.

Sometimes… even he could not fix things rapidly. Though the massive man really wished he could in this case.

Sometimes to fight the trauma and nightmares involved walking. 

A lot of walking in the currently quiet halls of his Fortress. Pacing starting from his rooms, passing to the King’s Retreat, down to the gardens, then up and down different sets of long stairs. Around and back up to his work shop, then heading to the Atlan storage and the training area beyond. John avoided the active Sentinel areas as he rumbled to the bundle of blanket and softness that he supported.

Blue, glowing eyes were half lidded, the god feeling the shifting and whimper in his arms, and rumbled a low tone. He looked down, shifting to lift his other hand that was not holding his little human. Smoothing the calloused fingers over her hair. Examining how the girl’s brown roots were growing out, still not sure why Heather's hair had been dyed before he found her.

Humming a half form lullaby from his memory, John, the great Slayer smoothed a thumb over a little temple. Being so careful, ever reminding himself to be gentle… gentle with his little adopted daughter. He rumbled a.low note in his chest , sensing movement a few moments before it happened. That large hand shifting to help brace over her back.

A now semi familiar motion of the tiny life jerking as her nightmare returned. The little back pressing into his palm, head into his fingers, but not able to move too much to fully wake up. Heather’s breathing was hitching and the Slayer’s attention stayed firmly rooted to the task at hand. Humming again then having to resort to a neutral growling sound as he carefully pressed his head against the little one. Feeling the cleaned hair against his cheek better than on his fingers with all the nerve damage he had. 

Using voice, or the vibration of his voice, the so careful but still snug tight hold, to get through the nightmare as best he could. Not to add to it as heat rolled out of John’s core, the power of the Slayer tilted not to get ready for war, but to build a sense of the best shield around them. To reassure in a way he was still getting used to doing as the demigod walked into the Atlan chamber of the Fortress.

The titan sized Atlan swung his attention from outside the Fortress, using the defective systems to keep all debris from the broken moon from getting too close. The several sets of optics lit up in shades of silver and blue, focusing on the movements of anyone coming into or by the Atlan’s chamber. The titanic mech thrumming a greeting to the Slayer before pausing. Holding a harmonic note that was felt even in John’s chest. 

Heather shifted sleepily in response to the vibration, one hand fisted on John’s collar, the other grasping at his shoulder as she blinked at the black fabric. Still not awake, and as the tone was shifting to a lower rumble not unlike a whale’s softer calls.

John smiled, pressing his cheek to Heather’s head again, trying to harmonize with the massive mech. Grateful the Atlan had seen and guessed right why he was there. 

Even to him, there was always something soothing about the Atlan’s physical voices. At least John thought so when they were not in active war, but even then he still remembered Atlan’s humming at Sentinels and civilian Argenta.

Slowly, the Atlan Cascade leaned forward, and dipped his head to better see the two visiting. Demigod and mortal child as they knew them. The long, ornate horns twitching as it focused several sets of optics on not just John but who he held, the comparatively tiny human child.

Cascade loved the children on the Fortress. Shamelessly. Whole heartedly even. The Atlan was in charge of their safety in the Fortress after all, but also the rooms the youths would mostly use were off of his chamber. He was in charge of keeping them protected physically and behind so many shields if the Fortress was ever breached. As well as the fact that the youngest practiced reading to the big Argenta mecha. 

John walked up to the chest plate that was bigger then most buses, letting Cascade get a proper look at who the Slayer held. Turning so his right shoulder was facing the aware mech, exposing the little one nuzzling against the dark shirt.

Feeling and hearing the Atlan croon a low set of notes at recognizing heather. Knowing her as one of the several that would come many times to show Cascade the bitty but colorful pictures drawn. A brief exchange with Vega told of why she was being carried. The slow progress of getting the girl to sleep without night terrors.

So the Atlan sang softly at the king he knew, and his littler child. Though it was basically just nonsense that Cascade was ‘speaking’ aloud, he did not mind at all. He found out the tones the humans liked already and used them.

John smiled as he started to walk back and forth along the long platform. He was giving as much warm energy as he dared to his daughter with little taps to the back, then arm. Smoothing a calloused thumb over her temple and head again as he hummed as deep as he could so the child could feel it, even if she was not able to hear. He was finally getting the girl to settle as he entered the Atlan repair bay. The layered thrum from the mech Cascade seemed delighted to help with his task. 

Heather was starting to settle back into real sleep. Possibly for the first time in a few days as he had not been back home for a week. He could hear the little heartbeat starting to slow, starting to relax and the little hand gripping his shirt was finally loosening.

John tilted his head back after a near minute of holding his breath. He stopped walking at last and just sat down where he was beside Cascade. Eyes half lidded again before the man leaned back slowly, adjusting his daughter a little bit at a time to be sure not to wake her up.

Cascade crooned again, if he was able to smile he would have. Thrumming his affection as he watched the Doom Slayer settled on his back with heather asleep on his chest. Keeping her carefully boxed in between his arms, one hand wrapping around the little feet to keep them warm. The other on her back for same, as he was not fully sure where her blanket was… probably somewhere beside him.

Grumbling a happy sound after a sigh, pleased that he succeeded. Getting his little flower asleep at last and safe from nightmares. At least for now.

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itty bitty nugget 01

we need more soft moment for the slayer. in this case he finds a tiiiiiny borrower child. she's a good nugget! some chaos later once the baby realizes she's safe.

heavily inspired by @horseyneigh2002 's ADDC story and Heather from my Garnets story... but...bitty. =D

[Part 2]

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Bigger Friend? :

Something seemed odd about the air flow of the room that Heather looked up from her project. She had been slowly chipping away at the next little wooden decoration she had been given. It was in the shape of a mushroom, and she already cut the top off with her mother's old knife. About a third of the way down into the cap part, being alone for long stretches of time despite having a big friend got very boring.

So Heather worked on making some things into jars like she used to do with her mother. She had very rarely been allowed to leave the safe areas as her mother left to look for supplies, but was old enough to help.

Her new big friend seemed to really love it when she gave him one of the wooden mushrooms that she hollowed out into a jar. It took several days of hard work but she had gotten gentle cuddles and even a piece of his sweet thing from his…rations? He always gave her enough to eat for the day or two from his nightly meals. But that day was special. 

She got some chocolate! A whole square off his bar!

Heather saved bits broken up into one of the her-sized glass jars in her new home. It was a… lunch box? Her big friend had glued a lot of soft foam padding inside, and made her an opening just big enough for her to hide inside if a scary… 'se-cure-ity' stranger came by, or the light started to flash red that meant the monsters were coming. There were even lights inside, a little string of tiny lights that seemed to be made for borrowers like her. 

Her favorite things, and a present from her big friend. The other big friends that he brought sometimes to the room would give her small shiny or little jars. She had some water and food in those neat jars, as that's what her mother said to do. Always have extra food and water. Even though there was a mug of water by her… lunchbox. 

Heather paused as she put the loose scrapings of wood into the bottle cap beside her, looking around as she realized it seemed warmer.

There was a vibration, something she knew by now. Drawing her attention up and really paying attention to find where the tapping came from. Heather brightened up seeing her big friend, and he had something he was setting down near her. It shined like those tasty… 'fig bars' things that were wrapped in shiny film. The tiny girl got up, tucking her mother's knife into its sheath under her shirt.

She really needed new clothes.

Maybe she could ask her big friend, he seemed so happy. Looking over his shoulder as she came over. Did he bring another big friend?

Heather squeaked happily at that, as well as seeing the familiar green fig wrapper. She liked it when her protector brought new friends, as long as they did not grab her! Most just gave her very light headpets and presents. Sometimes food, those jars, the wood mushrooms- one time someone with red hair gave Heather her-sized bowls!!

The big shadow that was behind her big friend moved, starting Heather that she dropped down… and dropped the awkward fig bar package that it landed in her lap. The only light in the room was still coming from the lamp on her desktop. Her new safe space that she had to stay in. 

This stranger was… so big!

Even bigger than her big friend! By a lot, her human was just barely up to other's chest!

She hopes he was nice, having a bigger big friend would be so neat!

Her big human friend was talking to the bigger one too fast for Heather to keep up trying to read his face. She shifted to get the fig bars off her, then started at the sense of mass moving. 

She almost thought a broken box had been set over her. Heather stared at the massive walls of gray and some green around her, making a soft worried sound as she could not grasp right away that it was two massive hands that were slowly wrapping her up into them. Each thick finger was bigger than her in mass and length. She looked around so confused as a thick digit touched her head.

That was when she realized it was a massive thumb touching her. But it was oddly such a light pressure smoothing down the side of her head, to her shoulder and then back. Even her big…. Small? Human friend was not this consistently gentle. Heather thought it was because she was so small and him so big.

The girl looked around the massive walls now wrapped around and under her. Palms.

They were warm, titanic palms that held her, and Heather looked up, and up, and up to find…. Robot? Armor? A mirror? She thought it was something like the armor and helmets of those she was supposed to hide from. Just different enough that she was not scared.

This bigger giant was both so gentle with her, and…warm. He felt oddly safe as one large pad of a covered finger was pressed lightly over Heather's whole back. The girl was not aware there was a sensor in the massive gloves. She just gave a little wiggle to use the small edges of the glove to get at an itchy spot.

Heather started to turn, her tiny hands spread over the edge on the big thumb beside her.

This new friend was so big…!

Even though she did not like being normally picked up by humans, this one was so gentle. His hands warm around her so much it blocked the chill of the room. It was something about how he was gentle, though Heather could not grasp what. She still responded to being treated like a child that she was, wanting attention, not as a novelty.

The bigger big human rumbled then, and she blinked, not hearing it per say. But felt the sound that seemed to vibrate through his armor and gloves. It got her to giggle, smiling as her back was rubbed now instead of the steady touch. 

She liked this human, Heather had no idea why as they just met. Yet she did like this stranger. Though she did make a startled huff as she was lifted up closer towards this giant's body. 

Both massive hands were cupping around Heather, cradling her as if protecting rather than to show her to a new friend. Those big fingers rubbed her back and side again before she was shifted into one large hand. 

"Ah?" Heather made a confused sound without realizing it, then got a glimpse of how far the ground was.

This human was really tall…

She held tight to his thumb, a little frightened at the height, but then was being brought even closer to the impossibly wide plate of armor that was on his chest. The other hand not holding her reached to dig in or under, triggered the chest plate to loosen and before anyone could react, Heather or her original human protector, she was slid inside. 

The girl stopped sliding down as she grabbed at black fabric of some sort as it curved. Was she in a bag? Or a pocket? It felt like she was in a pocket again, that had happened to her once or twice. Did humans have pockets on their chests and under shirts or armor normally?

Then the world turned dark, the little sliver of light from above was blocked as there was a sense of pressure from the armor as it resealed with a hiss of air. Heather wiggled, confused to say the least as the big chest under and behind her took a slow breath that moved her. She was only somewhat squished with each breath he took after, but found a spot to sit in this strange pocket in the middle of the big-big human’s chest. 

Heather gasped as she could feel a new vibration of the human’s beating heartbeat. It was so strong seemingly, and despite herself wiggled to turn around and hesitantly pressed the side of her head against the fabric. Eyes closed in the dark to listen to the heartbeat and the rise and fall of breathing that moved her a bit.  Then there was a low, steady rumbling from this massive human that vibrated through Heather. Like some sort of magic, it seemed to echo in her little bones.

…was he purring?

Humans purred?!

Why did no one tell her?! Not even her mom told her!

Was this some sort of human thing? A greeting or something like that? Her mother thought humans were so very strange, was this why? Heather had been held and gently cuddled against her current protecting human, and some of the big friends that came by. Those women were really nice to her, but also held her close to their chest and she could hear their heart.

…was this bigger-big human a woman too? They had a big chest like those she had met! Just… it was dark, and the chest with the armor seemed really big.

Or was being held against a human’s chest that normal for them?

Heather was so confused.

Yet as the human shifted, she was aware of the movements given her size. She grasped at the fabric around her, but there was just enough space for a few wiggles. It was rapidly heating up, and the girl found how she could be supported and leaned against the vibration the big-big human made. It was so much warmer than the room, even under her blankets in her bed inside the lunch box. If possible the little one seemed to relax, ‘listening’ to the heartbeat. That steady beat was far more effective at getting the tiny girl to become sleepy than any little pets from her (former?) human guardian.

This was nice.

Very, very strange but it was also nice to be against living warmth, almost like being held and hugged. Just… odd, but humans were really odd right? Heather felt safe, still very confused as she dosed, but safe!

Was she being taken somewhere? The big-big human seemed to be walking, but she was in juuust right spot that there was not as much secondary movement. Not being shaken up in that way when having to be in a pocket or jacket pocket. 

Heather woke up and fell asleep several times as this giant human seemed to go about his (or her!) day. But whenever heather shifted and wiggled there was a low vibration again, and something like a tap on the metal overtop of her. Did her human ask this one to keep her hidden?

That would make sense of why she was not let out, but she was starting to get hungry. Heather wiggled, turning and moving to grasp at the fabric against this giant human’s chest side. Tugging and pushing as much as she could, trying to get attention from someone so much bigger than her.

Heather was thirsty and hungry- she did not even eat any of her fig bar present! And the girl would need to relieve herself soon, it had to have been a few hours at least of being stuck in this dark, warm pocket place. She did not want to be so rude to have an accident.

There was a different type of vibration that came out of the giant she was stuck with. Something almost like scraping and then strong tap over top of her on the other side of the armor. It had to be so many inches away!

The girl pushed at the big chest again. “Ah!”

The world dipped, gravity shifting as the giant just… got up from where he had been sitting, half paying attention to the humans outside. Not that Heather knew that, just that she was dizzy for a few moments and then everything was moving again. Then Heather became aware of a tingling sensation that made her feel sick before who was caring for her in their odd human chest pocket was feeling over and started to loosen the heavy chest plate.

Heather made a startled sound at the flush of cool air that came in with a sliver of light. Should she try to climb up?

The armor was pulled back more than when she was first put in, almost barely enough space for her to fit then. Now it was big enough for one of those massive hands to reach in and, again, gently wrapped around her in the pocket of fabric and lifted the girl out. 

Heather found the edge of the pocket, made another startled sound at the light and almost cold air compared to where she had been. Pulling the edge of the fabric right back up and over her shoulders. The girl looked around, finding herself on a large palm again, the exact same gray textured one from before her time hiding with the new friend. She blinked up at the giant and it took a moment for her to realize she was not staring at a helmet or mirror-like visor.

The giant of a human seemed male, his face was scarred and seemed harsh but also… neutral. Bright green eyes peering back at her, they almost seemed to glow as he was pushing his armor back into place. That massive hand was lifting to gently cup around Heather in her little pocket-bag, one large finger tip rubbing on her back and side with almost no pressure as he started to walk. 

He glanced up to the ceiling for some reason and then back down, head tilting to his right for a moment. Heather found herself blinking back and mirroring the bigger-big human without thinking, to tilt her head in the same direction. 

It did not seem like he was talking, she could not read his face like when others talked, and looked around. It… was so big, not like the room she had been staying in, not the desk. It made Heather a bit dizzy and she had to hold onto the large thumb beside her. 

She was still thirsty.

“A…ag…” how was that sound made that meant water? She did not have the note paper anywhere near her. Heather looked up at those green eyes and lifted her hands to pretend drinking out of her cup.

The giant blinked, and then seemed to straighten up. He looked away from her and then walked across the just as massive room. Heather had no idea what everything was, but it was really shiny here!

The massive hands moved and Heather was gently settled on a smooth, flat surface. The warm palms cupped around her again, as if not sure she would run or just fall over. Heather squeaked as she sort of just… flopped into a new spot to sit, hugging the still warm fabric around her. Heather looked up, and after a moment where the bigger-big human seemed confused he lifted his hands away from the tiny being. 

Heather mimed drinking again.

It seemed like there was a flicker of a smile on the puzzled, big face before he stood up. Hesitated a moment and made a motion with his left hand, palm down and motioned as if pushing down. Was he trying to tell her to stay?

Could this biggest human not talk or hear too?

Heather had no ideas humans could not hear or talk! She tucked in, looking all around and seemed like she was on another desk, or table. Not leaving the area of the pocket-bag, but rapidly found that if she reached out and touched the almost glass like surface, she made an excited sound.

It sparkled!

The black around her fingers shimmered to blue and left a line of sparkly blue behind!

Thrilled, the girl sat up and reached out to draw at first random shapes, and then the few numbers she knew. She could count to ten now! And tried to write letters, swirls and little patterns, quickly and fully distracted enough she did not even notice when the giant came back. 

She was not aware of the big human kneeling down behind her, beside the pretty table top, his shadow was away from her. Then there was a sense of air movement before there was a vibration through the tabletop 'ground.' 

That was something Heather was used to, looking up at the way her (old?) human guardian got her attention when distracted. She looked up and around, leaving tiny handprints on the glowing table. The bigger-big human looked bemused as he scanned what she had done. He had pulled off his gloves while gone, not that it kept his hands from seeming any less titanic. 

He set what looked like a bottle cap half full of water beside Heather. That almost smile flickering as she made a happy sound and settled to lift the cap and start to sip. Grateful it was not full so she could pick it up without spilling.

Did this giant human know others that were small like her? 

Heather felt better after drinking, but shook her head when that lid was tapped. Offering it back by sitting the cap on his finger tip. If she drank too much she would need to go even more! Still had to go, but before trying to figure out how to get that across. Those big hands were already closing around her again after the cap was taken back somewhere below the table top.

His palms were just as warm as before with the gloves, even through the fabric of the pocket-bag. Heather reached up to grasp one large finger, finding the human was letting the girl pull the digit to look at a thick scar that webbed over his forefinger and around the back of his knuckles. She was not scolded, if anything the big digits cradling Heather were relaxed. It seemed like he was letting her be nosy and look his hands over.

The giant human slowed and entered another big room, but it smelled like… plants!

Heather wiggled excitedly, so very happy to see green growing things again, it seemed like she was even smaller when-

She made the happiest of sounds at recognizing one of the bigger plants that was growing. Enough so that the giant human paused and turned, gently holding her close to it for Heather to grab at blueberries!

Heather felt so happy and suddenly sad as she grabbed at the big berries, getting a whole six sitting in the curve between her and a crease in the human’s palm. She missed her mom, they’re old home used to be under and behind a blueberry bush. It was so nice there, even if her mother had to keep burning spider webs in the bush. Heather missed fresh blueberries, her old human used to only now and then give her one or two frozen ones. Sometimes a candied one from his… pie?

With her mother’s old knife, Heather was distracted by pulling a blueberry into her lap and cutting into it. Happy to eat the now seeming rare treat. 

Maybe… maybe this new human would let her make blueberry jerky? She remembered how to do it!

Was this her new protector? Would he give her back to the other human, Heather was not sure, but she greedily ate the blueberry with all the excitement of a child that had not had a comfort food in so long. 

The big hands were lowering, settling on the earth of a different growing bed for plants, and she looked up. 

The big hands were lowering, settling on the earth of a different growing bed for plants, and she looked up. It was another blueberry bush, but not as big, and something she sort of remembered. It took a second and a little bit of a nudge from the large thumb for her to scoot to step off the big hand. That pocket-bag was set down near her and Heather looked relieved as her berries were set on the fabric, including the half eaten one.

The bigger… biggest human? He was crouching down to be able to see her better. He seemed happier? Those bright green eyes softer maybe as he made that same motion with a flat hand as if asking her to stay here. Glanced around and reached down as he stood. Heather realized that the cap from before was attached to a water bottle half in a pocket outside of his armor!

She looked around and sat on the edge of the fabric, peering up at the giant human. Watching with wide eyes as he looked between her and the water bottle. Taking the cap off to set on the fabric near Heather. She was amazed as he took a large gulp of the water, lowering the level in the bottle before pulling an knife out of… no where? Somewhere in the air shimmered.

The giant cut the bottle just above the new water level, setting it near. Not unlike the low tea cup that her old human had in the desk. Then once more motioned for Heather to stay put.

Heather looked around, puzzled. Was this like the desk? A new safe spot? She stared intently at the blueberry bush, making sure there were no spiders up in there, or in the other bush beside her. The space seemed about the same as the desk top, little bigger… longer!

The girl looked back up at the giant human, who seemed a little worried now. Heather lifted her hands, her mother’s knife in her lap, stained with blueberry juice. She spread her hands out flat, and tried to mime the same motion. Heather did not mind staying here for now!

The human gave that faint smile again, spreading his hand to that ‘stay’ motion one more time, hesitated and then reached down. The massive hand coming close, hesitated and then gave Heather a soft touch to the top of her head. She wiggled happily at the attention, slightly disappointed that the warm hand lifted and he was starting to back up. Leaving her alone after a last, puzzled look to the ceiling.

Heather looked up, was there a really big spider up there?

Once she was alone, and seemed to be completely alone, the girl got up and ran under the blueberry bush. Trying to find the perfect spot to hide and relieve herself. 

Now she could have some more water!

Heather looked around, getting the cap of water and set it down before flopping happily on the black fabric. This was amazing! It smelled so nice in this new place, of growing green things! The girl paused and blinked, leaning down to sniff the black fabric. It smelled a bit like salt and… something that was vaguely familiar. It was not the same as what other humans smelled like sometimes. 

Not as stinky, still a smell, but not… bad?

Heather peered over and reached for the other half of her blueberry. Sitting up to eat happily. There seemed to be a lot of things growing here! Not just in this spot, there were other big, long tables of growing things. Mostly things that seemed like they could be found in that big garden yard Heather and her mother used to live by.

Just enough time passed that she was starting to get bored, as much as she wanted to explore more than around the blueberry bush. She sort of promised to stay put. 

The girl reached out to pick up the ripest of the blueberries. One that bruised under her fingers. Cutting the berry up into the cap with some water and trying not to be too messy. It was not the same as what her mother did, but she had a nice berry soup-juice to sip while waiting.  Heather finished that and sprawled on the black fabric underneath the bush.

Heather dosed at first, settled into a nap and then finally into a deeper proper sleep. Being carried around under a giant's armor, even with napping it was a lot of confusing but subtle muscle work the girl was not used to. Right now Heather was full with three whole blueberries and it was peaceful. Some sort of background sound she was not really aware of.

She was not aware of massive hands gently picking her up with the fabric. The girl only tried to subconsciously snuggle into the warm palm that supported her. Her last three berries were not forgotten as the giant looked down at the little one in his hands with an almost lost expression.

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Itty Bitty Nugget 04

talking is hard as it is, and when you're just a nugget and can't hear? it's even harder. but at least Slayer knows that feeling oddly enough, how hard it can be to communicate and get your understanding better.

[Part 3]

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04: Hard Earned rest

It was surprisingly not hard to teach Heather's new human about her.  It took time to type everything out, but it was nice that he asked about her mom. He seemed so happy to hear about where they used to live in the big garden and under the blueberry bush. She only had hazy memories of her dad, but they were warm and soft. Heather could and did tell the stories her momma told her about her dad.

She did not know what happened to either of them after the monsters came. Since she could not hear, her momma taught her how to read and write! And she had been learning numbers from her old human. He did not seem to know them well though, Heather had to puzzle out a lot by herself with the old phone.

Her old human was nOt all that smart, but he was nice and they lived together for a lot of months. Heather missed a deep frown from her new human, as she was typing to tell him about what it was like living on the desk. 

Really boring, but don't worry, his desks were so big and neat! All sorts of neat things on them!

Heather liked that he talked with her, at her pace too. It was nice not to have to rush to think or try not to miss things by reading faces. And she could rest when she needed to.

Heather was not sure when she went from typing to falling asleep. Only semi remembering resting on the massive wrist while her big friend typed a question. She woke up in an odd spot, but not unwelcome, snuggled up in the soft material of a shirt. Heather looked around and found herself not on a desk but… bed. Her new human's bed? He was walking somewhere out of sight, Heather could feel the faint vibrations still, but the pad was set near her with the chat window to the ghost. 

‘sorry i feel asleep.’ Heather tried to type out on the big phone thing. Pulling a part of her nest with her to stay warm.

‘You had several long days.’ the Ghost typed back almost at once. It made Heather wonder if being a ghost was boring, ‘Do you need food and water little one?’

Heather nodded, paused and had to frown as she carefully signed the ‘yes’ motion to be sure she remembered before typing. ‘yes yes! please and find spot.’

‘Spot?’

Heather had to think and then tried to type the words right. ‘drain? re- leave.’

‘You need to go to the bathroom.’

What did baths have… OH! Drains. Big humans had drains there. Silly ghost,but that did work out. ‘or under bush?’

‘The Slayer is coming to get you.’ The ghost wrote back after a few moments and Heather looked up and around this new strange room. 

Nothing yet. The girl turned back to the big phone-pad thing. Tilting her head back and forth a bit before touching the new word. ‘what is… s l a y e r?’

‘That is who saved you little one. Who has been taking care of you.’

Heather had to think about it. ‘slayer is big friends name?’

‘One of his names.’ the ghost wrote, and Heather had to puzzle that over. Her new human had more than one name? ‘What is your name?’

Heather brightened up, and then paused, looking intently at the letters. Not for the first time she wondered, trying to type several times. Puzzle out how to spell her name again. She had only written it once really. ‘Hev health hevor ghefv hallvor.’

The girl sat back with a frustrated sound. Then jumped at feeling movement and a vibration, seeing her new human tapping the side of the bed before looking at her and the pad. Heather fidgeted and looked down at her lap and then back up at her big friend. Making another frustrated sound as she fussed with the old T-shirt and sank into herself. How can she get it out?

Heather thought of the plant, the letter ‘H’ and the flower she was named after in the garden of her original home.

She looked up and tried typing, ‘i don't know how to write it. flower at home start with H.’

Heather looked up at movement, watching as her new human… ‘Slayer’ (what did that mean??) Braced one hand on the bed, and peered at the pad. Using his other hand to move the chat log and read what was typed. He looked at Heather and blinked, shifting to stoop and offer a massive hand to her. Fingers twitched before he was picking her up. Nest of cloth and all, she had to scramble to get a hold of something. 

“Nuh!” Heather protested, but did sigh once the other hand came up to hold her secure. 

Drat.

She still had to teach her human about things. Like giving a warning- well actually it did make sense as much as she had been willing to ride with him… Slayer, he did not really give any warnings so far. She just saw him wanting to hold her coming so far.

“Plplpl….” Heather still pouted as she was carried over to… oh! She knew that desk! The girl looked puzzled at things set up on the surface, and a… a big pot! It had one of the blueberry bushes in the center of the desk and his things had been moved away to another desk. Heather was set down by the odd metal box wrapped around the pot as if it had been made to fit. 

Heather was set down on the top of the box, level with the pot. her big human made the motion for her to stay as he was already looking around. She watched him for a moment before running over to the pot. Finding a spot to relieve herself but then tried to promptly climb in the bush that was like a massive twisty tree.

She was going to pout in the blueberry bush and try to figure out how to spell.

A deep rumbling vibration had Heather jumping after a few minutes, peering out between the branches as her human came back. He was not looking for her but sitting at the desk and putting… books? 

Yep, those were big books that were set on the desk’s top. Heather frowned, confused and then scooted along the branch to look out between the leaves, trying to see what the books were about. They looked old, but had pretty colors that made her a little excited, her legs were kicking in the air. 

Heather noticed one book looked almost as thick as she was tall! 

Then she recognized that some of the colors on one book looked like flowers. That had her attention, and finally Heather climbed down out of the blueberry bush. She paused as there was another strange rumble that had her pausing and pressing her hands to the spot behind her ears. 

What was that?

A big hand was reaching over, pausing as Heather did not come closer, Slayer tapped the side of the pot as if thinking she did not see him. A steady vibration that was different from what happened before. Sighing, Heather came out from under the blueberry bush, catching the big finger tip that was tapping. Looking at it as if surprised she could stop the motion. 

Heather looked up at her strange, bigger than big human, still upset at herself that she could not communicate, but kinda wanting to see what the books were. Those glowing green eyes looking back at her with a slow head tilt. Slayer seemed to make some sort of sound before his hand turned and was held out for her.

He wiggled his fingers a bit.

The girl smiled, and then once the big hand was still. Sliding a bit between two thick fingers to sit on the warm palm. Heather looked up as she was moved not the surface of the desk but over and then squeaked as her living platform was pressed against Slayer’s chest. For a moment she was squished a bit as the broad chest vibrated and thrummed. Like he did when she was stuck under all those inches of armor. 

Heather tucked herself against the soft black shirt, sitting on the side of his hand as his other one came up. A thick but gentle finger pad touched the top of her head, Slayer was trying to give comfort. Did he know how she felt? He did not talk, and she could not hear, so maybe he struggled with finding ways to talk too.

The girl sighed again, reaching to pull at the other hand not supporting her until she could hug his thumb as the rest of his hand made a sort of shield. Working through emotions that were hard for her until she felt a bit better.

It was not like hugs, but almost.

Heather sat up on the big hand, bracing to look up at her human’s face. Trying to read it, and just finding worry, she smiled up at him. Then pointed at the book, carefully signing.

‘yes?’

Massive hands cupped around her, making sure heather was not going to fall before she was moved. Slayer was lowering her down between his arms, and Heather saw the big pad-phone thing but the big human was lifting one of the books, tilting so Heather could see them.

They smelled… nice. Old paper and ink. Heather could see that the book had big pictures of flowers on the pages, drawing her over closer until her new human used a wrist to keep her from trying to climb the book. The girl brightened up as she pointed to a word she knew. And then realized Slayer was flipping through some pictures before stopping at a page. 

Heather squealed in sudden recognition, bouncing forward and got stuck between two pages in her excitement. It was confusing and if her human did not have such a good grip she might have been stuck in the book before she was freed. Bouncing with both hands on the page and pointing up excitedly.

Her human looked alarmed and the book was lowered, but before he could pick her up, the girl was climbing onto the book and ran over to the picture that took up all of one page. Bouncing around it before pointing down at it, then herself, to the big drawn picture of one flower from the plant and to herself. Hopping with arms out.

This was her!

Was this why he had the books of flowers?

Slayer was smiling at her, leaning forward to carefully pull the book and her closer. One finger tip touched her head, and then pointed to the big letters on the top of the page.

Heather learned how to spell her name that day.

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Would the earth kids introduce the argenta to the concept of Halloween? I bet DG could pull some great scares.

They would to the argenta they're familiar with! at least some of the older ones, some of the younger Flowers would be a bit confused. Adults and older teens would keep it more like the cheesy, silly Halloween fun. like shaped cat and bat cookies, pumpkin and apple pies. silly cartoons and treats.

Admittedly anything else... not so good as the humans are freshly, jointly traumatized from hell on earth, kids more so. the argenta still on edge and gear to fight, so no jump scares.

but, saying that, doomdad would absolutely but the seen 'monster' coming, under a blanket chasing the kids and nabbing to hug and make noming sounds and mock growls. Haco and Ria would 1000% be joining in, maybe Asa too. though Haco is also a 'monster', Asa would be helping to save the kids and Ria flipflops who he's helping. or getting grabbed XD

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May 09: Homemade, Kelp Forest

I'm STILL stealing borrowing @horseyneigh2002 's mer doom idea. this time worlds biggest, best single dad is making sure his little is safe and happy. adopting a human and moving in with the poor man, so to say >> Lily is mine, warren is horsey's man, both are adopted by the giant megalodon Slayer

[08: shipwreck] [prompt list]

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A nesting mer, either the ‘smaller’ shallow water ones, or the even bigger deeper water ones, was a rare thing to find. Even rarer to be able to see the process from the start. Getting to see it start out of nowhere was even rarer. Hearing that the ‘local’ open water mer had vanished for a year and change, only to reappear out of nowhere and was no longer alone was fascinating news to hear.

Only it was not a pod that he came back with, but a little pup that was extremely young. Looking even smaller in comparison to the megalodon merman when sitting on his head. There was excitement along the coastal towns, as the giant was noticed in far shallower waters than ever before. With his new pup riding along, he was clearly inspecting the shore and each cove and harbor. Looking for a nursery the Mer Protection Agency had noted.

Any larger or public area was passed over, a few careless boats that made the mistake of getting too close had engines shredded and tossed on the beaches. Never hurting the humans, other than some being very well shaken up.

Some bets were places, more than a few as the giant merman was starting to circle around a stretch of the coast. The pup was seen a bit more, and spotted on a few private docks. Stashing behavior, she looked distinctly like a warm water mer, but always had some large piece of fish left with her, or a full crab/lobster trap. 

The MPA had a constant look out for the pup, and stayed a safe distance away, were quick to intercept anyone trying to come see her on land or by boat. Not just for the pup’s safety but also that of people. It was not hard to imagine never seeing anyone again after causing the pup distress with a megalodon merman as a father never far. 

All at once, the giant almost vanished, pup included, for a week, no sightings in that time. He had found a spot, and one day a new home owner that just moved in not long ago himself. Found his little boat in the shed had a new addition one morning.

The canvas tarps and a few blankets left in the big shed had been grabbed by little hands. Pulled into the boat and a warm little nest a young mermaid child had made. The man was startled but not offended, if anything he found himself sitting with the girl and getting caught by hugs. 

It was just a young child after all, but spending the morning peacefully with a sleepy mer pup was as exciting as it was calming. He had not known who exactly the pup was, or her father, being so new to the area. but promised she could use his shed if she wanted. 

To him it was like those stories of good luck to be on good terms with a mer pod. Right?

No one really knew what happened when the pup’s father came back that afternoon looking for his daughter. Some semi-distant neighbors were not 100% sure if a sound they heard was a scream from a human or a passing mountain lion.

With protective trees all around and a mini bay, it took another week for the MPA to find the Slayer. Mostly as a nervus new home owner called them asking for advice with finding a mer pup being consistently left at his property. He did not mind babysitting! Really, he worked from home, but the little girl was trying to steal his shared lunches now. Is it rude to refuse crab traps that look like they were stolen?

Then the man was suddenly finding that the landscape had changed outside his property from an aquatic giant that was the father of the mermaid pup. Building up a network of piled boulders and some driftwood trees from all over. Making sure it was just deep enough for himself to pass around, but the new harbor-like space had calm waters. 

The giant was turning the area around the man’s home property into just the best nursery by the time the Mer Protection Agency was allowed to visit. A small group of four, two rangers, a marin mer biologist and doctor in the same field. They had not come empty handed, bringing treats of fresh fruit for the pup, and a container with an odd color kelp piece for the father who was lounging on his newly remade beach area. 

It seemed so small of an offering, but Vega was positive it was perfect.

And it was?

Slayer had perked up and found the best spot for the kelp in his nesting area. It was enough to let Vega help the doctor check over little Lily. making sure the pup was happy and healthy, and the rangers helping Warren with what it meant to have a nesting, deep water mer around. Reasurinace of protection for him, he had not done anything wrong but also some advice to get the big mer father from digging up his land too much. 

Over the next few days, the homeowner found that the new network of safe water outside his home was changing. Rocks and things were being brought in from the giant mer. The one glowing kelp pice from Vega had almost fully been eaten by the pup, only for her father to bring in transplanted ‘normal’ kelp. Then over three days brought in more, bioluminescent kelp from somewhere unknown. Blue, green, yellow, white and red glowing colors that shimmered all night between the other kept. 

The now very sheltered space behind Warren’s house in the water became a new kelp forest. He was able to note down the whole process from finding Lily, to how the megalodon sorted everything. Even coming back with found (stollen) concrete pipes and rings. Nesting and making sure his tiny pup had all the things to play with, and deep sea kelp attached to old bones that glowed and gave extra vitamins for her growing self. 

It was about of month’s of solid work, but the giant single father was so pleased at his work. That his little pup not only had the safest little garden of a nursery, but she could practice hunting. In the new kelp forest. It was never completely dark though, as he kept adding the glowing kelp until it was growing on it’s own.

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Itty Bitty Nugget 03

Inspired by @horseyneigh2002 's ADDC stories. Slayer has to deal with having a heart attack of cute, and so do you. I think Vega would be highly entertained by the idea he's seen as a spirit/ghost, nor would it be the first time.

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03: Bubbles!

Warm water was so nice.

Heather wiggled in the water happily, blowing bubbles to splash at them. It was so exciting to be allowed to keep playing in fresh (warm!) water after cleaning up. It was dish soap, but it smelled nice and made all the bubbles. Ever.

The girl glanced up at seeing a shadow passing, but her new human was just far enough to let her know he was still cleaning in this kitchen area. After going to another area where there was a tingling light on a pad, he had brought her here. Heather had asked for a bath on the typing pad.

And she got to keep playing in the water while her clothes dried. Her new human set them to hang up, but not out of her reach. Then he seemed to realize or remember he needed to clean things. Putting human cans of food and things away into the cabinets. 

It was a really big space in the kitchen, so it was understandable that her new guardian took a while to clean.

BUT!

Heather could play with the water! It was like a giant pool for someone her size at two whole inches tall, and she was having the best time. The girl was disappointed when the water started to cool down. Looking around and flopped at the side of the pool container looking at the pad just near her spot and reached. 

She could not get out on her own, but was just able to touch the spot she was told to. It was supposed to make a sound…or… or tell the other person? Or both? It took a minute before the big-big human came over. He had that confused look again, at least until the girl held her arms up for being picked up. Some sort of container was set aside as he finally got it.

Large, warm hands were picking her up and cradling Heather. Moving her to get a last rinse and then dropping a warm, dry cloth on her. The girl was very gently rolled into the soft fabric and she squealed, laughing at the light pat as she tried to find the edge. It was like being ruffled between the big hands, only she was stable on a wide palm under her. She found where the edge of the cloth was and tucked it around her as the human held her by her clothes.

Heather reached out, and was disappointed the fabric had not completely dried and was still damp. The big hand she was on shifted, the big human watching and then touched the small shirt. He looked to that silver container and carefully made Heather roll back into his palm and picked the thing up, with the typing pad, carrying the now confused girl over to a table.

He carefully set her on the tabletop, the washcloth kept Heather warm as the big human set the other things down. The silver container seemed odd, but had no lid, not nearly as big as deep as her once lunchbox. Heather could see several of her pretty glass jars inside with other things!

Heather sat up to look, seeing something… bright?

The writing pad was lifted and held in front of Heather. The human typing out something before tilting the pad to let Heather see. It took her second to recognize the words. ‘Vega made you some clothes. Do you want?’

Vega… that was the other person-spirit on the writing pad. Heather reached out and pressed the letters, smiling as she finished the word. ‘yes’

Twisting around Heather nodded excitedly at her human. Not sure what they would be like but it should be better then her old ones that were starting to get thin and somewhat small. She did not have shoes any more really.

The human gave a flicker of a smile, then he seemed curious before touching Heather on the head. She looked up at the finger, watching as it pointed at the word ‘yes’ and oddly his finger pad touched her hand. Pulling his free right hand back, closing it into a thick fist away from her and moving it in an odd way. 

Heather tilted her head, frowning at the odd thing happening. Was this something to do with…

The human was carefully using a finger tip to lift Heather’s right hand, nudging her arm. Then pulled back to make a fist, watching her. It took a second before the girl looked down at her hands and semi understood, closing her hands into fists before peering up. Her new human smiled, the scars on his face pulling it lopsided as he slowly made the dipping and lifting motion of his fist at the wrist. 

Heather tried to make the same motion, using both hands and watched as he pointed between her making the motion to the word on the screen still.

Yes.

Little brown eyes widened as she meeped, abruptly grasping the concept of a hand motion meaning a word. Her new human could not talk, she had seen him making very odd hand motions at the ceiling.

Was that how he talked without typing?

You could talk without making sounds or reading faces?!

‘Yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesyes!’

Heather laughed and looked around and pointed to the word he had typed earlier, ‘cloths’ and then typed a question mark. Watching with wide eyes as her human set down the writing pad and leaned back. Using both hands this time, his fingers spread and motioned downwards.

The girl wiggled, excited as she stopped signing yes to watch him do the motion a few more times. Spreading her own fingers and slowly did the same thing until confident.

‘Yes. Clothes. Yes-yes. Clothes, yes.‘

Heather squeaked and wiggled excitedly at this new amazing concept to her! Learning was fun, hard to learn human letters and numbers but fun! And now she was learning a new way to talk!

The giant human was reaching into the silver box, picking up the bright colored yellow thing out of it and offered it to Heather. She was not sure what sound she made, but reached out for it in just pure excitement. 

It was so pretty!

Bright yellow with shiny little dots of thread mixed in and somehow with bright little white flowers on the fabric. Not stitched on, but a part of the fabric. It was a long shirt, big but like the size of something her mother would wear, instead of something like a big human doll. It was not stiff like doll clothes but soft, and the seams were not stitched together with a big seam but like it was pressed tight over top. Not stiff glue, something that flexed as Heather bent it and then pulled.

She wiggled into the shirt, still vibrating with excitement and joy. The shirt was so pretty and bright! Heather was used to darker earth tones before the monsters, and stiff things sometimes from her old human. The girl stood up and bounced a bit as her current guardian was reaching for something else. The sleeves were almost down to her forearms, and the hem was around her thighs. The spot for her head was not too tight or loose, but just so comfy. 

The big hand offered something on two finger tips, Heather stared and squealed again, it was just as pretty, but red and shiny-soft like and unlike the non sticky spider webs, or caterpillar silk. She hopped into the loose pants, fumbled as they were really loose, then sat down and picked at the waist line at a few bits of thread. She could tighten the top of the pants after a few minutes of intense concentration, by tying the thread around a bit of fabric. The pants legs were longer than her own, but it would keep her feet covered!

Heather flopped over a massive wrist, she had no idea how a ghost could make clothes, but it was so neat and pretty and soft!

Her new human was smiling again, watching her with those brighter green eyes. Heather smiled back and pressed her cheek against the warm skin on his wrist. not sure what else to do, she shifted and with a little, "Mu-ah!"

The Slayer wheezed, realizing the base of his thumb joint had just been given a 'thank you kiss' by this tiny little child.