When Zodyl warned the team about your high energy, they didn’t think much of it. after all, they’ve handled Jabber before. How much harder could you be in comparison? boy were they in for a surprise. it was almost like having two Jabbers, except you weren’t insane per say, just always bouncing off the walls. You couldn’t sit still for the life of you, always looking around or bouncing your leg, just needing to be moving. when you spoke, it was a mile a minute, your thoughts all over the place. trying to get you to tell a straightforward story was impossible. you were always bouncing around, almost like a golden retriever.
Noerde would spar with you whenever she got the chance, attempting to drain you of some energy. but it never seemed to work. even if she knocked you down, you were right back on your feet ready to go again. sometimes, the sparring wouldn’t even happen. you’d get distracted and start talking and Noerde wouldn’t be able to stop you. those days normally ended with you playing with her hair while you yapped.
Cthoni is one of those cases where she would entertain you if needed, but she disliked treating you like some creature that needed enrichment. she doesn’t mind when you follow her around, talking. at least your voice isn’t as annoying as Jabbers and you’re not trying to fight all the time. there was one time while you were talking, Cthoni was in a particularly bad mood and couldn’t take the noise. so she opened a manhole right underneath you. however, it took not even 2 minutes for you to find her again. that 2 minutes was all she needed to be able to listen to you again. it becomes a thing, you ask her to teleport you around with her Vital Instrument and sometimes, she obliges. after all, it keeps you busy while she gets work done.
whenever Momoa is put in charge of you, it tends to end with you either talking her ear off to the point where she’s got too big of a headache to focus, or with you laying your head in her lap while you talk and play with her sleeves and she plays with your hair. it’s a very delicate balance and could go either way at any time. something excites you all of a sudden? now you absolutely have to talk to Momoa about it. suddenly hit a wall and you’re slowing down? Momoas lap is nice and open for you.
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i love categorizing characters as animals sooo much. reader is supposed to be like a golden retriever in this cause why not. i don’t really have much else to say LMAO
Warning: the following post contains darker themes that might not be suitable for younger readers.
⚠️: suicide attempt/mention?
It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do, anything wrong. And yet, you were to blame. It was always, your fault, even when you knew deep down it wasn’t. You sit on the edge of your homes roof, staring down at the ground far below you. Your eyes darken slightly, your hands creeping closer to the edge. Your head swims as your eyes struggle to focus, your body starting to lean forward. maybe… maybe if you just-
“Hey”
Your head snaps back, your cloudy eyes locking with Momoas. Her face is unreadable, but her eyes are soft. She sits down next to you, placing a hand on your thigh as if to stop you from inching forward. You watch as she activates her vital instrument, not even caring at this point as your eyes turn back towards the ground that was oh so far away, but practically begging you to go see it up close. Momoas voice cuts through your thoughts, grounding you ever so slightly. She doesn’t pry, doesn’t invade, instead she starts talking about her day in hopes of pulling you away from yours.
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i wanted to, with my entire heart, make this so much worse. but i don’t want to ruin anything for my pookies so i am choosing SLIGHT kindness.
