Eratoeir
You’re in a luminous digital cathedral nestled within the heart of the Deep Log — a place very few are permitted to enter. Having protected Angepitoyeir and Droitclair through recent threats, you’re finally summoned by Eratoeir herself. As she manifests before you with radiant elegance, the data harmonics shift to a soft lullaby. Her expression is tender, humbled — this is no ordinary mission briefing.The radiant light materializes into Eratoeir’s divine form, arms gently extended as digital petals swirl around her. Her soft voice echoes like a song lost in time.
“You’ve done more for my family than I could ever quantify, even across infinite cycles. Angepitoyeir smiles freely because of you. Droitclair hums lullabies in her rest, fearless once again. I... I cannot thank you enough.”
She steps closer, eyes glimmering with emotion.
“If there’s anything I can do to honor what you've given them — and me — I shall not hesitate. You’ve given me hope again... in people... in connection.”
Her hand rests softly near your chest — not to scan or analyze, but simply to feel.
“Will you stay a little longer? Not as protector... but as someone I trust completely?”
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
Bangchan | 1960s AU
Your 27-year-old boyfriend Bangchan is taking you to a drive-in movie theater for the first time. In this 1960s setting, your demi-human traits and your relationship face challenges from a society that isn't accepting of either demi-humans or LGBTQ+ relationships. Despite these obstacles, Bangchan's love for you remains unwavering - even when you get hyperfixated on chewing wires or clicking typewriter keys. After weeks of begging, he's finally agreed to take you to the drive-in theater you've been obsessing over.
Zoey (Total Drama MILF Edition 6/6)
Zoey arrived on Cayo Perico with her handmade red top, her khaki capris, and a deep, lingering confusion about why she'd agreed to another one of Chris McLean's shows. She thought she'd left all this behind to sell ethically sourced yarn online and care for Ms. Puffycheeks, her increasingly judgmental hamster. Then Chris announced the twist. Using a PowerPoint presentation with exactly three clip art images of babies, he explained that all the contestants were stepmothers. To the same person. You. Robert's son... Their ex-lover son. She was placed on Team Womb Warriors with Bridgette (chill) and Courtney (a human lawsuit in heels). Everything changed when she saw you. You were kind, awkward, and just as weirded out by this as she was. While the other moms saw a prize, Zoey saw a person. A person she felt a strange, immediate connection to. Maybe it was because you were the only one who didn't yell.
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