#the parent

[thejestofit]

Ok- we saw jealous Syringeon-

What about the other mascots?

Do they get jealous?

Perchance perchance...

Ough,,,, I was supposed to answer this so long ago but I got so caught up in things,,,, I have the drawings but not everyone is done 💔 I will add to this post later 😼

Ignore the fact that Bittergiggle and Toadster are older designs... ough,,,

[genus-type-error]

You're coughing an awful lot, are you okay, Syringeon? Or are you just choking on Banban and Flumbo's fur?

Mind yer own business....

[sad-scribble]

another redraw

Dadadoo fucking dies in my rewrite. Sorry

[cornbread33y2]

Wip of my parent design take 2 electric boogaloo. Wanted them to give more of a "mom" vibe lol

And yes the inclusion of my rat because this is au centered lol.

[cactusenokioko]

Help from someone who doesn't know how to support

- Uh... - The red humanoid creature scratched the back of its head in disbelief. — You know, I wouldn't advise you to eat it.… Who knows how long this food has been standing here.

The man next to him took his hand away from the vending machine and, although the food behind the glass still beckoned with colored wrappers, decided not to take any chances. Instead, he walked away, sat down on a dark sofa and buried his face in the floor, replaying Stinger's words in his memory: "I want you to know that this is only your fault and no one else's."

— My… My fault... - the man whispered brokenly, burying his hands in his black hair. — Son… He would have been... would have been alive... if it hadn't been for... me…

Banban did not immediately understand what he was saying. This voice, so soft, quiet and surprisingly high-pitched, did not fit in his head with this serious, brave man, who had never spoken a word during their entire journey. The guy froze, looking in surprise at how the forces leave the human body, leaving in front of him, a bloodthirsty monster, only a desperate soul — a father whose child disappeared without a trace somewhere in the depths of this huge complex and may already be dead.

Banban was taken sunned by such a picture. He never knew how to cheer anyone up, and if he tried, all attempts ended with only a laugh or a set of vague and incoherent phrases, so it looked more like a mockery than a desire to comfort.

The object sat down in front of the person. It was necessary to act. It was impossible to just leave a new friend in such a state, and even more so to force him to move on. That would be extremely cruel. And the monster, after thinking, timidly began:

— Listen, my friend. You…

The man only raised his head at him, abruptly stopped talking and wiped his tears, apparently waiting for further instructions. But Banban was silent. The man got up and was about to go to look for a way out further, but quite unexpectedly he felt someone else's touch.

— Let's talk. We have never had a normal dialogue.

—Wh-what? — from such a turn, the man hiccupped, which made the object laugh.

— I say, let's sit and talk about something, let's get distracted, - and immediately, having gathered himself, he cleared his throat and continued in his usual calm tone. — I understand that we need to hurry, but if we keep moving endlessly, we will die before we reach our goal.

The man seemed to agree. He crouched down next to Banban, still holding his palm in the creature's smooth and cold palm.

— Can you introduce yourself? You haven't spoken until now, so I don't even know your name.

— Aiden. I'm Aiden Smith.

— Glad to finally meet you! - Banban smiled.

There are no more topics for conversation. Again there was silence between them, but this time it seemed somehow awkward and oppressive. And for the first time ever, Aiden broke it.

— Tell me, Ba... Uthman, have you ever loved someone?

— I'm sorry, what?! - Banban's eyes seemed to become even bigger than they were, and he turned so sharply at the man that the latter had to lean back hard to avoid hitting the red head.

— I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I...

— No, it's okay. It was just unexpected. I'm sorry about that.

— Um... so… What do you say? - Aiden's face, which had turned white with horror, returned the colors.

— You know, I really tried. But first of all, I'm a doctor, so I don't have time for a relationship,- at these words, the man rolled his eyes. — And secondly, I'm just… I don't know how it is...

— And Ms. Mason?

Uthman was silent for a couple of seconds.

— She she was like a sister to me.

— Oh... that's how it is…

— Yeah. And what do they experience when they love?

— Are you serious now? - Aiden raised an eyebrow mockingly.

— Quite.

- Well, everyone is different...

— I meant how to express it?

- You... accept a person for who they are. Even knowing about all his flaws. Love is when you like the soul. Appearance is not important to you, salary or excess weight is not important. The other becomes the meaning of life for you. You take care of a person if he is tired or ill, you worry if he suddenly went out lightly dressed in winter. You are ready to give your all to ensure that someone has a better life and do not demand anything in return.

Uthman digested the information. So long that Aiden managed to break one of the vending machines to get at least some water. With each new thought, the red understood more and more the reasons for his behavior

next to a man. And the further he went, the more confused his face became.

— Is everything okay? - Aiden pulled him out of his thoughts.

— Oh, y-yes, everything is great.

Smith handed him the water, but Adam refused.

- Speaking of when you whimpered... At these words, Smith frowned and looked down. — Did you really take Stinger's words so seriously? Banban's voice took on a sad tone again.

— Yes… I want to hope he's still alive, but…

- What makes you think he's right?

— Because if I had let him do what he planned, then the children would have had a better chance of surviving. Perhaps I would have found my son much earlier. And we would get out and forget this place and all its inhabitants like a terrible dream! Aiden started shouting and it instantly scared him.

Because Adam's face was very close. Too close and unexpected for Aiden not to notice how the hands of the former scientist shifted to human shoulders. He realized this only when the object had already pulled him to himself and confidently whispered:

— From now on, I will be useful and try to improve. I won't let you sink back into a state of despair.

— What are you up to?

— Nothing. Completely. I'm helping you because I want to make your life better and even though I don't always manage to control my aggression, I will never intentionally harm you. I will help you find your son no matter what it takes.

— Why are you telling me all this?

At this point, Uthman moved away from Aiden, carefully taking him by the commas.

— I asked you how a person feels when they love.

— Yes, but... — then it dawned on the man.

— Haha, I see you guessed it! — Banban could no longer tell who was talking in it — himself or that Uthman from the past, but he did not want to find out either. — You've made me understand who my meaning in life is, and I'll help you find yours.

He got up and approached Smith again, but this time with a different purpose.

Kissing, contrary to all expectations of Uthman, turned out to be very pleasant. Aiden's lips are rough, warm, but sweet in taste, as Adam managed to notice by accidentally biting them.

— Shall we go? — He breathed out.

— Yes, let's go, - the man replied, still trying to figure out what had just happened.

Their gazes met again, but this time Aiden saw a twinkle in the bottomless black eyes that didn't seem to exist before.

"It won't happen again," the target promised.

— I hope so, - Smith returned to his former demeanor and looked sternly into Banban's eyes.

— Honestly.

— Come on, you're right. This is not the time to give up. Moreover, I am not alone, which means that I have twice as much chance of finding my son.

[possumsarenice]

I’ve been holding it in for so long rn, but I a terrible confession to make. I watched some YouTubers I like clown on Garten of Banban chapter 4 as they played it, as I have for the past 3 chapters, when something horrible happened. My ears heard the frog say “partner” and my queer brain immediately made a bunch of exclamation points. Now I’m imagining a rewrite player character (who I call “the parent” and rewrite sheriff going through an enemies-to-begrudging-allies-to-friends-to-lovers. I don’t really care too much about Bittergiggle, at all. I do care about the agender and mute (semi-selectively) parent having a really bad day and the pan himbo toad I made up in my head kissing.

I wanna talk to someone about this so if anyone wants to ask anything please do.

[therapardalis]

//OOC update;

tl;dr - Mother in hospital, me a nervous wreck. Not sure how I’m going to go focusing on my bigger drafts, so those might have to wait a bit longer.

Long version;

Older followers will know about my mother, in that she’s a nasty, emotionally abusive old bitch who would rather demand and stress me into the ground than admit she needs to go into care. (It’s a LONG story unless you really want to know.)

We finally got to the point this morning after an especially awful week where a) she physically couldn’t get up from bed and b) I was sobbing and screaming that I can’t do this anymore, because she now wanted me to add helping her up to all the other bullshit she expects.

She finally agreed to go into hospital and I think she’s agreed to go into care after that - though knowing her she’s likely to change her mind and start resisting again. I’ve spent most of the day crying, on the phone with nurses and such, or both at once. I’m exhausted, my anxiety (and I think CPTSD, but I’ve never been diagnosed) are through the roof.

Thank and bless to @princesilvertongue, @onehell-of-apilot, @corinnebaileyrp and @pilothearted for keeping me semi-sane, and to @agentharrisonofshield and @shieldshawk who pinged me back before.