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I just wanna post a new fic. No i don’t wanna have to write it lol

Thank you to everyone slowly trickling into my inbox with requests. I love you all even if it's taking me literal years to get shit posted. I love being able to pop into my inbox and see more requests its honestly so fun. I'm slowly working on your guys' requests when I get the free time so keep sending more!

So far I've been working on:

Professor Kukui smut. Not an x reader but honestly it's such a lovingly detailed absolutely filthy request I can't wait to get it posted.

Standoffish!Reader x Gamzee

Marvus x Reader fluff. It's so sweet guys!

Mallek x Reader one-shot. Not specified the ask just says "Mallek x Reader pls?".

TMNT!Mikey x Artist!Reader

Platonic!Quicksilver x Reader. ANON IDK YOU BUT WE ARE KISSING. KISSING I TELL YOU.

Nightcrawler x Reader request that was literally just "I'm here to enable you. Give me a Nightcrawler x Reader so indulgent you wouldn't even show your friends." I think it is the same anon who sent the platonic Quicksilver request and I want you to know we're married now. The honeymoon draws near. I am signing over all my wordly assets amen.

I have been waiting all year to post this.

I've got two more requests in my inbox to complete and then my inbox will be officially empty. I would like to state that my inbox is always open unless stated otherwise so if you don't mind the wait feel free to pop in with some requests or asks! I take anon requests and asks as well for the shy people out there

Am I excited for Shadow? Yell fucking yeah.

Am I ready to see how they handle his story, especially the possible loss of Maria? Absolutely fucking not.

Anyone else look at their favorite characters and just desperately hope they get like an actual friend. Like maybe they have friends in canon but they clearly aren't actually all that close with them so they're still alone. And you just sit there wanting to scream because you could be that friend. Like sure having a close friend won't fix all their issues but jesus they need a shoulder to fucking cry on and someone who will just hold them for a long while without expecting something in return for it. Like. Am I just incredibly queer or is this a universal thing? Because I don't know if anyone else just wants to wrap their fav in a blanket and hand them tissues and comfort food while they wail their heart out and vent. But I sure fucking do.

Do you have a rules page or a list of fandoms you write for? ^^

Oh, and do you still write for Homestuck/Hiveswap? ♡

Hey! Yes I do. Rules page is here: https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/652307814891536384/faqs

and here is my unfinished list of fandoms I write for! If you don't see a fandom you want on here feel free to just ask because most likely chance is that I forgot it lol: https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/652309028149592064/fandom-masterlist

And yes! I do still write for both Homestuck and Hiveswap! Thank you so much for asking. If you have any other questions or anything else feel free to ask, I promise to answer as soon as I can!

It may take me a while to get request done but man do I try to deliver. Ngl I feel bad real life keeps getting in the way of churning out content but I gotta pay the bills some way. I appreciate the patience everyone has shown while I work on requests and real life problems and I just want people to know that. I'm still continuing to work on other requests and asks so for those that send them in please don't be discouraged. I'm just slow.

homestuck is old enough to start playing sburb today...... incredible

Come Get Her

18+ explicit nsfw.

Sweat was trailing down your back, breaths coming out in pants as you writhed against the sheets. Marvus leered down at you and laughed as you couldn’t help but whine. Your hands were tied tightly above your head, the pillow underneath you keeping you at a delicious angle that had your thighs burning and back arching. 

“C’mon lil mama, I know you can take it.” He purred, rubbing slow and agonizingly at your clit. A cry left you as he gave it a light pinch and your hips bucked involuntarily. “Aw, purrbeast got your tongue?” He teased. You might have said something if you were even capable of thought. He’d kept you like this for what seemed like hours, just there barely on the edge and nearly crying. With a smirk he scooted down your body until his head was between your thighs. Your breath was punched out of your lungs as he buried his face in your pussy, tongue shoving straight in and lips wrapping around your clit. If you had the breath you might have screamed as he gave a hard suck and seemed to eat you out like a dying man, that long tongue twisting inside you with the same precision as his bulge. Jerking in your restraints you openly sobbed the pleasure far too much. You were so close to cumming your legs were visibly trembling. Which was of course the moment he pulled away from you, lips and chin slick with your cum and licking his lips as he panted. 

“What’s the matter babe? No one pail you dis good before?” He grinned as he trailed sharp claws down your outer thighs before grasping you by the knees and abruptly bending you in half. A small squeal left you at the rough treatment and you stared up at him with wide eyes as he got comfortable. Placing your ankles on his shoulders his eyes raked over you hungrily. 

“Don’ be hidin’ any noises from me baby, I wanna hear ya scream.” 

“Marv-,” You cried out, nearly screaming as he thrusted forward, bulge stretching you roughly as he bottomed out. He gave you no time to adjust as his bulge squirmed inside you, freezing cold and huge. His hips ground against yours and it was all you needed to cum- wailing and shaking as if possessed. Marvus hardly let up, just continuing to use you to his heart’s content as you wiggled and thrashed from overstimulation. Had you known what jealousy would do to him you weren’t sure if you would have still ignored him like you had tonight or given him your full attention. 

“What’s that baby?” He panted hand coming up to keep your leg from sliding off his shoulder, a bead of sweat trailed down his face and dripped from his chin, those eyes dark with lust, “C’mon, lemme hear all those sweet sounds jus’ for me.” The purr in his chest vibrated against your leg as he hiked your hips up with a rolling thrust and a firm grip on the top of your knee. You shuddered and squeezed around him as your back arched. 

“Fuck, please-,” You cried voice failing as his bulged rubbed roughly against your g-spot. 

“Please?” Marvus prompted teasingly. You shook your head eyes closing as the pleasure kept building. A hand wrapped around your jaw and forced you to face him, giving your jaw a little squeeze he released it to trail a heavy hand over your neck. “Gotta tell me what you want lil mama.”

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop-,” You were growing incoherent, the starts of another orgasm already building up and overwhelming you. The hand still resting lightly over your neck tightened briefly and you gasped. Staring up into Marvus’ face, free of his paint and flushed a dark purple as his fangs caught on the plush blackness of his lower lip when you squeezed tighter around him, you could only watch as he leaned more fully over you. Putting more of his weight into his thrusts as he leaned down and caught your mouth in a filthy kiss. His teeth caught your lip and tugged teasingly as he pulled back, still close enough to feel his breaths against your cheeks.

“Love seein’ you all worked up sweet thing. Gonna keep you like dis for a long time yet.” He promised. Dread, lust, and anticipation pooled low in your stomach and made your second orgasm all the more intense. 

Hey it’s simp from your piece “Miss you”! I was wondering if u could make a pt2 of Marvus domming Y/n but like super sweet but rough? Or even just it being it’s own thing not even a continuation I rlly like ur writing! Could it be Like along the lines of ‘ne1 pail u dis good lil mama?’ ‘My cute lil mama makin all dem cute noises jus 4 me’. Like kinda possessive? Thank you!!! :o) <3haha

I'm not gonna lie I got carried away with this one. Probably one of my more explicit request fills as of now. Though I'm sure that'll change. This is a stand alone since Miss You was specifically requested to be gender neutral. I still hope you like it and thank you so much for enjoying my writing!

Haha nice

Hi, could I have some angst with fluff with Marvus? Like the reader could get hurt by other trolls and Marvus takes care of her. Pretty please with a cherry on top.🥺

Its up now! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy it! If not feel free to come back to my inbox for something a little to the left lol

Lucky Shot

It was easy to forget the type of world you’d ended up crashing on. Despite the hardships you had endured you had managed to live a life- almost sheltered by Alternian standards. It was an odd thing to consider. You had broken your bones, spilt your blood, and fought like hell through the harsh Alternian nights- but you hadn’t truly faced someone hellbent on seeing you dead. Well, that wasn’t true, but the memories of that time were vague and fogged as if trying to recall your earliest memories. 

Feet sore, lungs aching, you darted as you had seen Karako and much younger trolls dart to escape your pursuers. You kept your gaze on the horizon, on the roots and the snapping plants, heart in throat you put one foot in front of the other and cursed your luck. Either they’d run you down or you’d reach help before then. Every bit of your old survivalist instincts were screaming at you to do everything you could to stay ahead of your attackers. To outlast and outwit them to the best of your abilities. Even as your body begged you for rest. Clearing a fallen log you stumbled on the landing and kept going. A graceless run of prey being pursued by hunter. You were lucky, the violet bloods didn’t have guns or long range weapons. If they wanted you they’d have to catch up first. 

Of course your good fortune couldn’t last forever, all it took was a loose rock in your path, with a breathless shock of icy terror your legs twisted out from under you as the rock was dislodged. The dirt, now loosened from how the rock had apparently been holding it in place, shifted and your terrified silence turned into a scream as the ground fully gave way. What you hadn’t had the time to register beyond the trees and brightly colored poisonous foliage was the sheer incline it all was rooted to. Behind you was the renewed energy of the violets, sensing the proverbial blood in the water as the landslide took you. Your hands shot out blindly, desperate to latch onto anything they could to slow your rapid descent. Stinging plants and harsh thorns tore at your fingers leaving a trail of blasphemous bright red in your wake. Agony shot through you as sharp rocks sliced into your exposed skin and you wheezed as you collided roughly with a tree. Clinging to the trunk of the thin sapling you prayed it wouldn’t dislodge as well. Breath ragged and painful you glanced around rapidly at your surroundings to try and get your bearings. It would hurt but you could still claw your way back up the incline- that is if the entire reason you were in this mess anyway wasn’t there laying in wait for you. As if on cue a finned head popped into view. Too far down the incline you couldn’t tell if you had been spotted or if he was still looking for you as you went perfectly still. The violet motioned to someone else above you and another head came into view. For a moment you thought you might be safe- and then a third head came into view. Your stomach clenched with renewed fear as the third violet blood pulled out their weapon. The harpoon spear glinted in the alternian moonlights and you could feel the prickly sting of your own tears building up. 

You were going to die. Permanently this time. 

With silent dread you watched as the troll above you raised his arm higher to aim. A glance below you, further down where you had almost fell, showed a similar fate. A harsh drop that would break more than just a few bones. If you let go of the tree you would tumble to a possible death, but if you stayed where you were you would be speared and fed to the horrorterror lurking underneath the waves. All choiced pointed towards your death- but only one of those choices would be on your own terms. Glancing back up at the faces peering down at you the choice was made. Taking a deep breath you let go of the tree just as the seadweller threw his harpoon. You slid faster and faster, tumbling over yourself as you went, something agonizingly sharp pierced your shoulder and you cried out. Head bouncing off a low branch you knew no more. 

Marvus was growing increasingly worried. Every dm he had sent you had gone unanswered for the past four hours. He’d chittr stalked you, checked your instagore, picked through your pesterchums, and even your grubtube. But none of them had given him anything to go off of. He had even gone so far as to dm Polypa to ask if the two of you had gone to a movie or something, but according to the olive blood she had spent the entire day with Tegiri. It was as if you had dropped from the face of alternia altogether. He scowled at his phone and ran a clawed hand through his hair. Today was supposed to be his day off, the two of you were going to hang out and if everything went alright he was going to ask you to spend the day. Maybe even make a move or two. Instead he was pacing his hive, nearly losing his mind with worry. It wasn’t like you to be this dormant- especially considering most of your friends kept track of you through your accounts. You hated to worry your friends for any reason. There was more to it than that but Marvus wasn’t your moirail and so he kept firmly out of it. Now, he was wishing he’d been more nosey. Sending another unread dm he cursed and threw on his signature jacket. Snatching his cane up from where it rested next to his front door he barged out into the late night. Most of the trolls he passed were heading home after a long night of work or partying to sleep away the scathing heat of the coming day. They leapt from his path as if burned as he marched down the sidewalk towards the woods you had last been seen in. His expression might have been relaxed but the orange-ish tinge to his eyes spoke volumes of his annoyance. Not quite rage, no- Marvus was rarely angry with you, but the maelstrom of emotions nagging at his thinkpan were so obnoxiously loud he could have screamed. His white knuckled grip on his cane as he flexed his fingers trying not to lash out at the trolls staring at him kept them from trying their luck with the celebrity. If he could have cast out his chucklevoodoos to turn the entire neighborhood into a mindless search party he would have. But if you were truly fine the display might frighten you and that was the last thing Marvus wanted. The search would take longer by himself but he reasoned it was for the best. You had most likely fallen asleep somewhere or made another friend who was monopolizing your time with them. It was a reasonable assumption. True danger always seemed to skip right over you. You always knew the choices to make to survive.

He found you at the bottom of a ravine. Your body unnervingly still with a golden harpoon sticking straight through your shoulder and pinning you firmly to the ground. He was careful as he slid down towards you. Not wanting to trip and possibly land on you. His bloodpumper was pounding in his ears as he grew closer, terrified that you had finally met your end. There was so much red, so much unnervingly bright mutant red. It slicked your clothes and muddied the ground for the entire world to see. If he’d been the painting type, the religious type, he’d say it was a sacrilegious masterpiece. Instead all he could focus on was the tremor in his hands as he checked your pulse. Whoever had done this… He caught his reflection in the polished gold of the harpoon, the bright scarlet of his eyes and the sneer pulled tight across his face. He’d kill them. He would fucking kill them for this. 

To your surprise you awoke. Sunlight struggling to burn through the blinds and purple curtains covering the windows of the room. A thick blanket had been tucked up around you making it difficult to do more than wiggle. Your shoulder and head a dull throbbing reminder of what had nearly come to be. The hulking shadow of a large troll caught your attention near your legs and you glanced down to find Marvus lifting the blanket to check the carefully done bandages on your legs. You must have made a sound at the sight of the violet blood still slicking his favorite jacket, nausea over what he must have done surging forward, causing him to look up at you. Those striking eyes were ringed in a deep scarlet, contrasting with the rich purple that was quickly marking his soon to be adult molt. He smiled, slow and predatory. 

“Don’ worry none lil mama, I took care of it. You jus catch some ‘z’s yeah?” His hand reached out and smoothed back the hair that had fallen into your face. “They ain’t gon hurt you. I promise.” 

As his hand continued to stroke your face you realized he wasn’t wearing any of his jewelry, the paint on his face had been smudged, and there was a predator’s satisfaction oozing from every bit of him. Something warm and soft nudged at your mind, reminded you of the sweet siren’s call of sleep. Your limbs growing heavy as your eyes drooped. 

“Marvus?” You croaked in confusion, he smiled at your scrunched brow and slight pout. 

“Lemme take care of you babe.”

“M’kay…” You yawned the fight and adrenaline leaving you as if siphoned away. He hated to use his chucklevoodoos on you but if it got you to rest then he didn’t see the harm. As you drifted back towards a dreamless slumber he pressed a kiss to your scalp and sighed. He’d have to call Polypa, it was her right as a moirail to know where you were and to help him finish the last motherfucker off. He glanced at the harpoon still crusted in your blood and its obnoxious violet insignia. Rage boiled under his skin, only abated by the fact you were there with him and recovering nicely. 

Don't forget to leave your honey and game grubs for sollux captor tonight

A pair of captors for 22:22 2/22/22! Happy twosday!

I totally rushed this out because I would be super pissed for the rest of time if I didnt post on twosday but its ok because we did it. We did the 2/22/22 post.

As a twosday 2/22/22 special Homestuck is trending at #2 for the 2nd time in 2022

Hi, I'm here on behalf of Ben a transgender who's life is under constant threat and needs to flee to a safe place. He's seeking support from the LGBTQ community. I have his post with more info pinned on my blog.  Please consider supporting if you can. Don't forget to spread the news by rebloging.  Thank you

Reblogged in case its real. However there are some interesting conflicting patterns. On the post you use female pronouns for Ben but in your message to me you use male pronouns. Still giving the benefit of the doubt.

Calling on the LGBTQ community;

Call me Ben, I am 21 years old and I am an atheist transgender woman living in a  country where its a big sin to be homosexual or transgeder. The sentence is 14 years imprisonment if caught or reported with evidence.

I have been living an undercover life for four years now, my family are extremely religious and wouldn't let it slide if they get to know about me. My uncle suspected me once, he told my parents and they promised to hand me to the Feds if the suspicions a true. My mom (who is lenient)promised to send me to corrective therapy and never allowed access to the outside world until I'm sane (they see my originality as insanity).

I can't keep this cover up for much longer, already I'm raising eyebrows and so many are watching my every step. I'm scared, and all I ask Is be what I want in a safe environment. I don't want to face 14years jail term nor want to be looked up in a corrective therapy.

I'm calling on the LGBTQ.

I want to move out to a neighbouring country where Its not a crime to be who/what you want to be.

The money is to cover my travel expenses and living expenses until I reach a place where I can create my own income.

Please support and donate here

Please share and reblog.

Compliment

It wasn't often that you got to stare at your classmate, he was usually nearly constantly moving around. But for the past ten minutes he'd been glaring down at his essay in concentration. His fingers carded through white hair as he tapped his pencil at a near rapid rate. Pale eyelashes nearly hiding the dark brown of his eyes as they flitted over the words he'd already written. Looking at him this closely you could see a faint indent on his nose as if he'd been wearing goggles. Eyes trailing over his face you watched as his eyes caught yours. Brows furrowing as a slight frown tugged at his lips- you couldn't look away. The light from the windows caught his eyes turning them a coffee brown instead of the nearly black color they were. Caught up in staring at them you were surprised to see the slight sliver of blue ringed around the brown. Gone in an instant as his eyes darted to the side and then back to yours.

"What are you staring at?" He hissed defensively, shoulders drawn up almost to his ears. You blinked at him as his words caught up to you. Months of watching him in your classes had taught you the best thing to do was to catch him off guard with honesty before he actually got angry and so you blurted the first thought that had crossed your mind.

"You have nice eyes."

He blinked clearly not expecting it. Perfect. His shoulders dropped from their defensive posture as he stared at you, face smoothed out in surprise. Again his eyes searched yours for answers that you didn't technically have. They dropped back down towards his paper as his pencil resumed its rapid tapping- just slightly harder than before. If you hadn't been watching him so closely you might have missed the slight flush that creeped across his face and towards his ears. Deciding to cut your watching short you looked back down to the book you were citing for your own essay. The compliment was small, something you'd tell any of your friends. You felt little shame or embarrassment in saying it. It was true, Peter had lovely eyes. Out of the corner of your eye you caught him biting his lip to hide a smile. You didn't bother to hide yours as you highlighted a quote. As the class crawled by slowly you watched the way his fingers kept coming up to rest just beneath his eyes and the way his lips would twitch with that almost smile. As if the compliment had been more than just simple observation on your part.

When class finally did end he was the first one out the door as usual. Always in a rush to get to the next thing. It hardly mattered to you, you only knew Peter as a hyperactive classmate. The two of you weren't friends and the most you'd ever talked to each other was during group projects. As you made your way out of the class to head to your last one of the day your mind was already wandering to the next assignment you'd be doing and the other classmates you'd be dealing with.

You almost missed the person who fell into step with you. But it was hard to miss his usual strange sense of style and that white hair. He seemed jittery as his attention darted from one thing to the next. But it was unmistakable that he was walking with you and not in the general direction you were going. He walked nearly in your own personal bubble seeming to step in and out of it as if unsure of what he was doing. It was cute. As you arrived to your next class your eyes caught a bit of string clinging to his jacket as he went to turn and walk back to his own class.

"Peter?" He froze mid step as you stepped closer to him. Plucking the string from the lapel of his leather jacket you took a moment to even them both out. "You had some string stuck to it." You explained simply. He continued to stare at you mutely- a rare thing from him. Usually he had a witty reply for everything. You watched in fascination as his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. By now people usually called you a creep and tried to put distance between themselves and you. Instead Peter flushed in that interesting hardly noticeable way of his and cleared his throat.

"Cool." And as if he were never there in the first place he was gone. Frowning you glanced around the hallway, only seeing other students you hardly knew. Shrugging it off you went to sit down in your science class, hoping it'd pass quickly so you could go home. If it was another thing you'd learned in the months of sharing classes with Peter it was that you'd never understand him.

Hi, it's the pillow fort Polypa anon! I just wanted you to know how much I loved the story! It filled me up with so much warmth! You're such a wonderful writer, thank you again!

Oh gosh thank you so much for your kind words! I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic anon! If you have any more requests or ideas feel free to slide back in and I'll get to them the moment I have the chance. It was really fun to write for Polypa again!

Alternian snacks! 

More snacks! Plus some drinks

Out of all the friendsim hcs I have, the one that gets me SO bad is that Tagora and MSPAR each consider the other to be their best friend, but Tagora still puts on the “just business partners” act in front of people for the sake of “professionalism”

like, he’ll be wining and dining a client and MSPAR will wander out of the bathroom in a fluffy bathrobe and go get a drink from the fridge while Tagora’s like “ah yes, that would be my business partner. say anything and they’ll never find your body. now, back to the contract...”

I'm just thinking about troll academia and the sheer amount of humor potential.

Mspa Reader gets an invitation from Galekh to come with him to an academic conference he's going to be presenting at and they're all excited for it and honestly a little nervous. They've never been to a conference before and it sounds very fancy and kinda intimidating. They aren't even super familiar with the topic he's talking about is. It's fine, he provides them with a "brief" summary and they are nothing if not supportive and have never let a lack of previous knowledge stop them from doing anything before.

It starts out normal.

Or at least maybe what they might consider normal, they've never been to a conference before on any planet and it seems like a lot of looking at posters and listening to Galekh's thoughts on them, avoiding looking at horse themed decor, and getting free stationary. Lots of pens.

All in all? Nice night.

And then comes the presentation portion and they give Galekh a final pep talk, extremely confident in his abilities and saying as much to him. He thanks them and directs them to where their seat is, handing them what kind of looks like... a ticket? They go to where people are filing in and they have a good seat in one of those booths in the balcony area and look down and see what should have been their first indication that this was not in fact going to be a "normal one."

Galekh stands at an ornate podium before an audience. There is a large display screen behind him showing the first slide of his presentation. This is more or less what they pictured in their head. Minus the fact that the podium is in the corner of a square ring, still just as fancy, made up of what looks like museum rope. And they have the dawning realization that Alternia has turned academic presentations into a fucking contact sport.

The presentation begins and they're on the edge of their seat waiting for shit to go down. It goes as expected, he does well, and is of course very thorough. He takes questions at the end and they're wondering if maybe they just misunderstood some aesthetic choices or something when another indigo, voices that he takes issue with a few of his sources.

Galekh steps away from the podium and states he is ready to defend his argument. The other indigo enters the ring. Fisticuffs ensue. And while fight was expected at that point, what threw them for a goddamn loop was the fact that the two were verbally going at it as well the entirely time, making claims and rebuttals just as ruthless as the physical one occurring concurrently. Eventually it ends with Galekh being the only one still standing and asking if anyone else had any additional concerns regarding his presentation. Upon hearing silence, he thanks the audience, receives a fucking golf clap that sounds way too polite for what just happened, and steps down from the podium to return to his seat. The other indigo drags himself out of the ring.

Galekh comes back, slightly disheveled, but overall, very satisfied with how things went and proud of his ability to defend his points. Mspar congratulates him saying they always knew he was going to do great. And also asks if that's what the whole night is going to be like. They're only slightly relieved to find out that isn't the case.

There's a break for lunch.

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Lights Part 4

"You sure you want to come over tonight?" You ask as you facetime Polypa, she's somewhere downtown shopping with Boldir. The two of them hadn't told you for what but you have a feelings its for you.

"Of course. You're making spaghetti aren't you?" She asks as she glances off screen to where you can hear Boldir talking with a shop attendant.

"Yeah, figured it was a good night to stay in. Maybe watch some Netflix."

"That sounds great... Maybe we can watch Buzzfeed Unsolved too..." Boldir speaks up, face briefly appearing. She's giving you a more gentle smile and you know it has to do with the fact you'd nearly had an anxiety attack the last time the three of you had all hung out. It makes you want to squirm. Instead you glance over to check if the pot of water is boiling yet.

"Yeah. That sounds good." You agree absently. In the living room you can hear the weather forecast calling for more rain. It'd been going on steadily for two days now, a light drizzle that wouldn't let up. Usually you enjoyed the rain but tonight was calling for a sudden turn in the weather- a proper thunderstorm. They might not be able to go home if it gets truly bad.

"Do you want us to wait?" Polypa asks after a moment of silence as she walks. Her expression is understanding and open. The fact she's been so patient with you as of late causes your stomach to drop in nervousness at the thought. She wouldn't bat an eye if you told her you just wanted space.

But you don't. You want to spend time with your friends. Have dinner and watch whatever random thing catches your interests as the night goes on. But at the same time you aren't sure how you're gonna take the storm mixed with the fact that the two olive bloods will be trapped with you for the night. Swallowing those feelings down you give her a smile.

"Nah. We need to finish up Blood Battle Blockade anyway don't we?"

"True... I've heard the ending is really good."

"So have I."

The silence returns as the water finally boils and you pour in the noodles. You can hear Boldir and Polypa talking to each other as they keep you on facetime. The soothing background noise letting you relax as you set the timer. It was truly just one of those molasses slow days. A haze of lethargy falling over everything. You prop your phone on the jar of tomato sauce so you can still see what they're up to as you chop garlic. They're outside now, huddled under an umbrella as they walk. You'd only taken your eyes off your phone for a moment when you hear Polypa curse and Boldir suck in a breath. Glancing up you can see the way Polypa has pulled the phone closer to herself, only able to see her chin and her coat. The hair on the back of your neck raises as Polypa speaks to someone you can't see. You stand there frozen straining to hear the other person. "Who are you talking to Polypa?"

The knife clatters onto the chopping board as you suck in a panicked breath. You aren't ready to see anyone else. Not today. Not right now. You miss Polypa's reply as he takes her phone. You can't get your body to move, rooted to the spot as a new face comes into view. Teal eyes go wide behind his glasses and you watch him suck in a surprised breath.

"Give that back Tegiri!" Boldir snaps and you watch the camera blur as she obviously wrestles him for it.

"What is going on? You found them?" He sounds so hurt as he speaks but the guilt hardly registers over the overwhelming terror.

Teals talk.

Boldir's face comes into view, then Polypa's, then Tegiri's as they fight over the phone the camera as blurred as your thoughts. Your hands shake as you fumble for your own phone. Pressing end call you sink down onto the floor. They'll know. They'll know and they'll look for you and then they'll be at your door and- the shrill beep of the timer interrupts your spiral and you jump to turn it off. You aren't ready but the universe does not care about that. Straining the noodles you put them back in the pot and add the tomato sauce. You have to stop thinking about that. You need a distraction. Something else to focus on other than the sense of dread.

When you set the table its for a dinner of four. You sincerely hope that's all there will be tonight.