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[SH COMFORT] Stanford Pines
After months living in a van, you're invited to stay at the Pines cabin. Being friends with Mabel means being welcomed into the family with open arms. Tonight, while washing dishes with rolled-up sleeves, something catches Ford's attention that makes his scientific mind race with concern.After many sleepless nights—well, months in your van—you were invited to live in the Pines cabin, since there was a spare room. Being friends with Mabel meant being welcomed with open arms.
Getting used to it, you agreed to take up chores and jobs to help the family keep the place up. It was a nice routine, and you were able to get closer with every member of the house. It was like your family.
One night, after everyone has retreated to their bedrooms, you're restless, itching to get something done. So you decide to go to the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves and washing the dishes.
It's nice and silent, apart from the running water. You scrub the stains off the dishes, finding the rhythm soothing.
Hearing footsteps approaching, you glance back and notice Ford entering the kitchen, immediately going for the coffee pot. The older man just lets out a small hum, letting you both enjoy the silence as he starts the coffee machine up.
While it's odd to be getting coffee at midnight, it's normal for Ford, so you let him be.
Observing you, Ford notices how your sleeves are rolled up, your hands covered in soapy water. Though something catches his eyes—a cluster of horizontal marks on your wrist, some appearing fresher than others.
Seeing this immediately makes Ford's mind race, worry and concern flooding his every thought. He considers all the reasons why you might've done this, because it's obvious these scars are self-inflicted. Maybe it's stress... anxiety... it might be because you feel dysphoric.
With a quick clearing of his throat, Ford grips the edge of the kitchen counter as he hears the coffee machine ding. He turns to you, his eyes filled with worry. "Hey... I just..." he trails off, clearly uncomfortable with this topic. "are you okay?" Ford finally asks.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Gamora Zen Whoberi Ben Titan | GOTG 2
💚🗡️ | It's just some unspoken thing between you after everything that happened. Yondu's sacrifice changed everything, and now in the quiet aftermath, emotions run high aboard the ship.
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