#Guardian Bitties

[cubbihue]

Peri was very upset about a lot of things that happened. Within a span of a week, he felt like his entire life has changed for the worst!! He had a dumb bulb on his wand, Timmy was still moving away, and he had to go to a school far from everyone he knew!!!

Of course, the cause and trigger of those emotions was Timmy. But Peri can’t blame his older brother for any of that. So the next logical conclusion for a small child to reach was to blame his parents instead!!! And boy did he blame a lot on his parents.

Many of Peri’s actions in his childhood stems from misplaced grief and anger. By the time he was old enough to know better, Peri got a mixture of stubbornness and a bruised ego to admit he was wrong for how he reacted.

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[jays-supersonic-dynamo]

here! a post full of kokos :)

[oopsiespooks]

Reef & Shark 🌊

"Reef is one of Crescent's earliest members, born shortly before its existence. Possibly could have been the first to join as per Cyrren's request, but nobody remembers exactly. Now the adoptive mother of Seashell, a baby she had cast her net out to rescue from the grasp of the cold ocean waves.

Is more of a mother-figure to younger members of the clan, and can be spotted rocking distressed hatchlings to sleep when she visits the main caves.

Barters with other clans and flights for her scavenged goods. Her most popular items are shells, sea glass, and homemade jewellery, but also sells seafood upon Fisher's request.

Her familiar, Shark, often gets mistaken for one due to the fin on his back - he got very used to the many times it was yelled out in warning, and the name just stuck. He is Reef's most trusted friend and loyal companion, and goes everywhere with her. Scavenging, socialising, fighting.. he adores it all, so long as he's by her side."

[teddybeartoji]

Help meeeee did u write reader being megumis teacher and this gojo ass flirts with them..was it you if yes PLEASE TAG THAT POST IFK WHO WROTE IT BUT I HAVE A TINGKE THAT SAYS ITS U

HAHAHAHAH NONNNIIEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT WAS ME!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S THIS LITTLE THING RIGHT HEREEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[woulddieforloki]

brb thinking about how weird Thor is to the Avengers. like he's a god, and then ofc he's their friend but also??? he's a god??? and they all get along really great in The Avengers (after they sort their shit out ofc) but then Thor just. disappears. and the Avengers are fine with that because he's a god and he has other places to be and this was just a one-time thing and how cool is it to say they got to fight a battle with a god? it's a memory they're cherish forev--is that Thor in London? 🤨 and then he comes back again to find Loki's scepter and they're like "yeah, this is just another mission for him, that's it," but then they all start to like Thor and Thor starts to like them and it's such a great friendship! and then they find the scepter and he peaces the fuck out again. maybe it wasn't such a great friendship. but that's okay. he's a god. he has other places to be right now. he was just trying to find the scepter, and now that that's done, he doesn't need to be here. they were just work friends and that's fine. it's disappointing that they're never gonna see him again--what the fuck is that crash-landing into the Wakandan battlefield? hot diggity dog, it's static electricity man himself. like the other five Avengers are all friends and they're all humans and they all pretty much know how to find each other if they need them and then there's fucking Thor who always just kinda appears when he needs their help and then he disappears again for years on end and there's always that slight chance he'll come back again but also not really (but also he might?)

[gremlinoftheweald]

dunno if u remember me, i dont have a smiling critter oc, But i do have damian. You tried to draw her in an ask once( i had asked for a hug)

could you draw damian just holding a bunch of the others bitty critters?

I’m redoing this

Reblog/Ask me a character you want to turn bitty. I’ll do it for real this time, free and no charges, promise 👍

[rugessnome]

I collided a cracky plot with a serious but outlandish one and threw in some unrelated fic I read after someone mentioned it on Dreamwidth and now I have in my head a scene where

the Thirteenth Doctor brings ~Melody Pond a birthday pie baked by Eric Bittle but one of her her de facto guardians Justin Playfair has already obtained a birthday dessert from an alternate dimension ~neighbor, the fastest* personal chef from Naboo ...Palpatine

*fastest strictly in terms of record personal velocity and not in rate of food produced

[transtundras-fr]

You suddenly find yourself in the world of Sornieth! Thanks to magic, you can turn yourself into any dragon breed you want. Assume the gender/colors/element are what you want. This isn’t necessarily about your favorite breed, but which breed YOU would be most comfortable being!

(A lot of these dragons overlap in category but I had to condense)

[mifeng-xiaojie]

Ok, I’m just going to have this rant. Why is it Jiang Cheng’s job to protect Wei Wuxian? Why is it anyone’s job except for maybe the adults that were supposed to be his guardians in his childhood? Other than those two, why does fandom like to place that burden on JC, Yanli, and everyone else?

I love Wei Wuxian, I do! But let’s not pretend like homie didn’t dive headfirst into almost every dangerous position he was placed in! If you’re going to play the hero and try to protect others, great. Applause for you, but you should at least be able to protect yourself before you do it!

And let’s not act like Wei Wuxian wasn’t walking around saying stuff like, “If I wanna do this, Jiang Cheng can’t even stop me!”

He was the one talking to the sects like he was the shit all up and through Jorge’s. I love my brother to death, but if he talks shit and gets hit, I’m not going to jump into the fight!

I’m serious. Yall Jiang Cheng antis literally are doing too much. Hate the character, but please get over this everybody needs to protect ickle bitty Xianderalla bullshit! It’s bullshit!

[k01ku]

"There you are,"

EVEN IN DEATH HE WAS 😭😭😭 LOOKIGN FOR HIS GUARDIAN 😭😭

HES OURS!!! WE ARE HIS!!! OUR SWEETIE PIE OUR BABY TINY OUR IDDY BITTY

[blade-that-was-broken]

"Don't be ridiculous. You aren't leaving," Clay shrugged and started to walk off, other trolls parting ways back to whatever their normal activities were. Branch's friends glanced at one another, in alarm.

Branch blinked, blankly. "Wait. What?"

"I can't let you go back out there!"

"I have to go home!"

"Home?" Bruce scoffed, seeming to agree with Clay on the matter. "You said you don't live with pop trolls nor near any of your other friends, even. Obviously, Grandma isn't in the picture anymore. You live in isolation and that is not healthy for a troll."

"You don't live with any trolls!"

"But I do live with others, it counts," Bruce pointed out.

"And you wouldn't be living with Bruce, you would be staying here, with me," Clay added, continuing to walk. Branch had no choice but to follow. "And there ARE other trolls here."

"I am constantly visiting other trolls! I socialize and I live a great life!" he snapped. And he did. He liked his life. He got the alone time that he wanted, the quiet he actually liked, without having to worry about anyone jumping him in a group hug or the constant noise of music, outside of perhaps the strum of a guitar. He liked where he lived, he liked the life he had right now. He had friends, close ones at that, and he traveled and learned new things and had a ton of fun. Trolls loved having fun - even him.

"You're a kid, Bitty," Bruce agreed. "You-"

"I what?" Branch growled, his shoulders bristling. They call him a kid, but they still saw him as a helpless baby. "What? Don't know anything? You left when I was a baby, Spruce."

"Bruce-"

Branch didn't care. His anger was growing although his hiss was low and furious, it was still loud and apparent.

"You don't get a say. You aren't my guardian nor my dad."

[cubbihue]

youre itty bitty au is so peak.. can we get more information on peri and timmys relationship?

When Peri went to Boarding School, Timmy was his “Primary Guardian” since his new apartment was closer to Peri’s school than their parents were. This meant that, on some occasions, Peri’s first call would be for Timmy instead of their parents.

Once, Peri got caught joyriding and ditching school campus against curfew. Timmy had to fly out to bail him (and Irep) out of the detention center. They crashed at his apartment while he worked with Anti-Cosmo to remove that incident from their records.

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[gale-dragon-writer]

Guardian Zestial Pt 1

Something that has somewhat been living rent-free in my brain for a while.

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When Charlie was an itty-bitty little babe, Lucifer started worrying about his precious little girl getting in trouble. Since Razzle and Dazzle aren't in existence yet (idk how old these two are or when Charlie got them as her servants/bodyguards), the King of Hell started looking for a suitable bodyguard that could double as a caretaker. The tricky bit was looking for someone who wouldn't try to use Charlie as leverage because this was Hell.

Therefore, Lucifer made a very detailed list of criteria that he wanted for this Protector for his precious little girl. Someone strong enough to protect Charlie from any type of threat within Hell, wouldn't use Charlie as leverage to get to Lucifer, wouldn't harm Charlie in "Any" way, could care for a child, smart enough to be a tutor if needed, and most importantly, someone Lucifer could genuinely trust.

Simple list, but given that this was Hell, that was a tall order. So Lucifer created little "Speye Ducks" to search the entire Pride Ring for his precious daughter's perfect protector.

Thankfully, none of the denizens of the Pride Ring noticed the Speye Ducks; if they did, they either didn't care about them or thought they weren't worth their time.

It takes a year or two for Lucifer to find some potential guardians for his precious little daughter. A handful of Sinners and a few members of the Goieta. The biggest issue was whether or not he could trust any of these potential guardians. Therefore, Lucifer created a plan to test these potential guardians. An easy test of trust on paper, but easy to fail.

Lucifer summons these people (separately) and gives them a sealed envelope, telling them that he needs them to deliver this secret letter to a potential grand commander for the army he's planning on making. Lucifer makes it a point to tell them he trusts them with this valuable information and not look at it. He sends them off after he tells them where this "commander" is. Once he gives all the potential Guardians the test, he teleports himself to said location and waits.

All but one failed the test. Zestial.

He is the only one to take a moment to weigh his options regarding this 'information', considering the pros and cons of looking at the 'information' and following Lucifer's orders. Seeing that it would be more beneficial to have the Ruler of Hell's trust in his corner over a glimpse at something that would possibly become public once the 'army' was established, Zestial proceeded to deliver the envelope to its destination without opening it.

Zestial is understandably surprised and confused when he arrives at the location and finds Lucifer there.

Lucifer congratulates the Overlord on passing his little trust test and then proceeds to tell Zesital why he did this and why. Ofc, Zesital is confused by all this.

Lucifer goes into more detail on his desire to have a perfect guardian for his precious daughter and why. He explains how Zestial fits the criteria he's looking for and wants him to be that guardian, and ofc Lucifer isn't asking Zestial to do this for free.

So they talk for a while to iron out this little Deal. For the care and protection of Charlette "Charlie" Morningstar (plus the possibility of being a teacher to her), Zestial will earn Lucifer's backing as an Overlord, given protected areas during the Extermination in his territories for the souls that he owns (not the entire territory because that will be too obvious to others in Hell and the Exorcists, but scattered across it in easy to access areas), and the access to the Morningstar Mansion to him and anyone he holds close to his heart. Ofc, Lusicer makes sure to put in the contract that Zestial couldn't use any personal information he gains while at the Morningstar Mansion or while caring for Charlie. Both beings keep their souls.

After solidifying the contract for the Deal, both Lucifer and Zestial agree to it and seal it.

It doesn't take too long before Zestial becomes attached to the cheery little toddler while in his care. While bitty Charlie didn't enjoy the screams of the denizens of Hell, she seemed to enjoy the teas that Zestial brought. The little tot was more interested in the sweeter teas than the bitter ones.

It doesn't take long before Zestial brings little Charlie (maybe when she's 6-7ish) over to the Carmine Family for a get-together. Odette and Clara were overjoyed by the fact that they could be big sister figures to Little Charlie. Carmilla is understandably confused by this, at least until Zestial confides to her about his little charge while the children are playing. Ofc, Carmilla gives him a 'what are you thinking?' talk. Zestial understands his friend's concerns and explains why he accepted the Deal, adding that he asked for Lucifer to also place a Safe Zone in the Carmine Residence and that little Charlie might as well be his little goddaughter. Carmilla couldn't help but agree that the youngest of the Morningstars was easy to love and was willing to look after the youngling in case Zestial was busy, somewhat adding that her daughters would be willing to look after her too. (Family Bonding!!)

Over the years, Zestial learned more about the Morningstars as well as somewhat became part of the family.

But the more subtle yet information Zestial gained came specifically during and after the Extermination. He saw how much the Morningstars loathed that day. Charlie was more obvious about that since she was still pretty young and didn't understand what was going on. Lilith seemed to get irritable. And Lucifer was... Complicated... He seemed to have this strange combination of anger and sadness when this day came around... Zestial watched these moments from the shadows for years, unsure how to broach the subject.

Until one year when the Exorcist decided to have the Extermination a week early when Zestial was out and about with the Carmine Family and little Charlie for an afternoon stroll in a bizarre to get some supplies for said event. The attack was sudden and there was no real time to take cover for anyone. However, Zestial was quick to act and used his powers to grab the Carmines and little Charlie and then teleport them all into the Morningstar Mansion with only seconds to spar.

Ofc, Lucifer is confused by their sudden presence and asks what was going on. When he's told about the early Extermination, Lucifer goes through several different emotions in a matter of seconds. Sock, disbelief, worry, relief, anger, and resentment in that order. Little Charlie rushed into her father's arms in tears, still terrified over the whole ordeal.

That was when Odette and Clara shouted at Lucifer, asking him why the hell he allowed the Exorcist to do the Extermination every year before Zestial and Carmilla could stop them.

Lucifer quickly snaps back in anger, "You really think I want this shit to happen!?" The ruler of hell then says in anger, "But does Heaven listen when I suggest any alternative solutions?! NO!! They don't give a crap!!" Lucifer hugs his confused daughter closer when he says softly, "All I was able to do was make sure they leave the Hellborns alone..."

The Carmine Family and Zestial... Did not know how to respond to this... Reveal... But due to Lucifer and Zestial's deal, this information stays between them. Never to be told to anyone outside the Morningstar home...

A few years go by, little Charlie starts spending a little more time outside the Morningstar mansion. But most of that time was either with Zestial or the Carmine Family, learning a lot of useful skills. Charlie learned about conjuring magic from Zesital while she learned combat and weaponry from the Carmines. It didn't take too long before she could handle any type of threat on her own, mostly. Charlie was still an oddly kind-hearted soul for a hellborn and princess of hell. Zestial usually takes care of the would-be assassins behind Charlie's back by using fear tactics.

To be continued in pt 2.

[empressgeekt]

Ok but what if JD had come back/found the Pop Village before or even during Trolls 1? Like, all we know about bis travels is he seemed to mainly stick to the Neverglades but he is confirmed to have returned to the Tree at least once only to find the place dead and empty, and we don't know exactly when that was. What if he had searched around more and found the Village, or at least Branch's Bunker on the edge of the village?

I can imagine after a justifiably explosive reunion, he might still doing his wandering thing but stay close by, even sending presents and souvenirs for Branch and Keith from his travel, visiting every holiday (well, major holiday they actually give a shit about). Maybe make an effort to reach out to and potentially locate their other brothers because as much as he loves his grumpy baby brother, he's worried about Branch and hopes reuniting Brozone could at least cheer him up a bit. Maybe he encourages Keith's idea about Branch becoming the Forest Guardian as well, teasing him about how it might be a way to get closer to the Princess he's crushing on (Branch vehemently argues he does not, has never, and will never have a crush on Poppy).

Honestly I think that on his way into the village, JD would get caught in one of Branch's net traps. Rhonda can't get him down, and after hanging there for hours (admiring the both the foliage and the work of the trap itself, it's a beautiful survival tool), a little mossy colored trolling finds him, and cuts him down. John would be a little worried about a very small child alone in the middle of the forest, asking if his parents know where he is, but Keith would quickly shut that down, by saying that his parents were dead but his big brother made sure he was safe. John would lament this as Keith leads him back to he village, as Keith's family situation hits close to home, and he really sympathized with Keith's older brother (who at the moment john thought was an older teenager), being saddled with a kid so young, like he had been. When john asks about his own family, Keith claims not to know any trolls, by the names of "Spruce, Clay, Floyd or Bitty B."

Once in the village, JD would spend a few days wallowing in grief and signing autographs, since apparently even after twenty years Brozone is still popular. John can't even be happy about his art doing well, his family wasn't here. After a few days he plans on leaving. This place can be home if his bros aren't here. Poppy and Creek approaches him as he's packing, and want to help. They also confirm that their isn't any trolls by by his brother's stage names...stage names...

"Is there anyone named Branch in the village?"

Poppy tells him there is enthusiastically. Creek does so with fake pity. Still John doesn't pay any attention to their tone only runs off in the direct of the forest outskirts of the village, feeling incredibly stupid for not asking for Branch's proper name and almost missing his brother's house by a few yards. He was not expecting for the same mossy trolling to open the door to the bunker, and for his baby brother to be gray, and pissed off at him.

Branch is not happy to see John Dory. While he wasn't the closest to John as a baby, he does know that a lot of the fighting was between John and Clay and no way was he letting that type of conflict around Keith. So, he shuts john out and pretends he doesn't exist.

John despite the less then welcoming reunion is way to hyped up on long dormant big bro instincts to take the hint. His baby brother is grey, a single parent, and living all alone. There was definitely not a happy backstory there. He has to protect him. After a week or two of camping outside the bunker door (Branch has several exits from the bunker other then the main one so he can just avoid John) and getting nothing he switches tactics. He had no idea what Branch's schedule is, but he does know that Keith goes to school, and starts to follow the trolling during the day. It comes off as incredibly creepy, to everyone but John.

Keith tells Branch about this, and the grey troll has no choice but to hear john out, since while he knows that John isn't creepy, just dumb, he can't have John behavior (no doubt that his older brother had told the whole village they're brothers) reflecting on him. The last thing he needs is the Foster System breathing down his neck about how John could be a "danger" to Keith, Adopted or not they would take the kid given the chance.

The after math of the conversation is John Dory being allowed into Branch and Keith's lives on a probation period and several conditions. Every hoop John is given he jumps through. And slowly he gets to know Branch again. He tries to get Branch to sing, but Keith would cut in saying, "Why do you want him to sing, you want to re-traumatize him?"

JD is out on a long supply trip when the whole wolf thing happens, but he's in full support of the whole Forest Guardian thing, much to Branch's annoyance. He and Keith nudge him towards playing the role. After the whole 20th Anniversary Party, John Drives both Branch and Poppy back to bergentown (the trip is very confusing for John due to the whole time he's trying not to call branch by his name). Rhonda threatens Cloud guy into telling them which tunnel to take inside. He does not agree with the whole dating plan, but he throws his machete at Creek when he turns traitor.

It takes everything for him not the breakdown at the sight of the chef attacking Branch. Suddenly he's fourteen and watching his mom and dad get carried off, only this time it was the tiny egg his mom handed off to him all grown up at the mercy of the Bergen. Branch survives of course, but the long months of recovery and rehabilitation is hard. John keeps things together, grits his teeth and bares it. He takes care of Keith, and even helps out with the rebuilding of the village. He can't see the bergens again, so he stays home.

John becomes one of Branch's main informants with all his traveling knowledge and a survival teacher at the training grounds. He's left in charge of village security during TWT, and panics when he can't find Keith after Branch and poppy left for the other tribes. He still gets the letter in TBT, but he's at the bunker when it happens (branch didn't get one since it's made out to his stage name and he doesn't go by it). Branch and Keith see it, and call trap, but John needs to at least check it out. He comes back just as the wedding is ending, and ropes Branch into the plan....and I let this get away from me sorry.

[teddybeartoji]

satoru as the guardian of an itty bitty six year old nobara... he spoils her so fucking much, and he lets her do anything and everything lmao nobara is so loud and lively and satoru fucking loves it like he adooores her so so so much<333333333

lets nobara climb all over him like he's her personal jungle gym whenever she's bored and lets nobara mess up his hair if she so desires. this is all very normal btw,, satoru doesn't even bat an eye when he feels her tugging at his arm as he's cooking, only smiling to himself when nobara grumbles that he's too heavy for her too pull on. satoru just ruffles her hair and tells her that he'll play mario cart with her after they've eaten and just fucking dies out of cuteness agression when nobara stomps her little foot while glaring at him. the hair thing is very casual too – sometimes satoru's just laying on the couch, watching tv, when nobara plops onto his back and just splays herself all over him like a puppy. yk how they sometimes lay on their backs with their paws up in the air – like that. it's very cute!!! she watches the tv with him for a while in silence but then she gets a little bored and goes to play with his hair instead. she styles it, she combs it; she makes fun of it being white, commenting that satoru's just so old already but he loves it.

they have spa days together, too. after a very, very bubbly bath, they're both clad in the cutest pyjamas with equally adorable headbands holding back their head. satoru's never been afraid to spend his money, meaning that the bathroom they share is as big as they come – they both have their own sides, seperate sinks and cupboard for the both of them (satoru really loves spoiling her). nobara has her own little stool to stand on as well, so she can see herself in the mirror perfectly as they wash their faces before applying face masks. sometimes nobara insists on putting on satoru's herself bc she thinks she can do it better. of course, he lets her.

after that, satoru carries her to the couch, so they can watch a movie while the mask dries. they eat popcorn and candy, and joke about whatever's playing on the screen. and when the twenty minutes are up, they both head back to the bathroom to wash their faces again. nobara does this for satoru, too – her eyebrows are furrowed, her eyes determined as she cleans him up. satoru pokes her cheek and laughs as she tells him off, as she tells him to stop messing around. satoru apologizes with a grin.

he blow dries her hair after all the skincare is done, his hands gentle as he combs through the strands. he's extra careful, knowing full well that he'll get reprimanded if he were to tug on her a bit too hard. satoru's rather good at it btw – doing her hair. he's learned how to braid it in different ways, so he's ready for whatever she could ever want. he's got hairties with him at all times, he's even got some hairclips in his pockets – in various shades, to match with the outfit she's wearing.

satoru likes to teasingly call her "little lady". it almost always ends up with her trying to shove him, the argument that 'she's not little' the saying she counters her guardian with. satoru thinks she's very adorable. nobara usually calls him by his name, sometimes by his last name but that's only when she's a little pissed off or when she's trying to be tough. she calls him 'toru' when she's tired though; when she's glued to him, her tiny hands circled around his neck as satoru's carrying her home from the park.

satoru's always there at her taekwondo practices, silently cheering her on as she kicks ass. he's so proud of her, so fucking proud. every once in a while, she turns to him with a big grin on her face, yelling out in excitement after yet another win. satoru is so incredibly proud.

satoru really adores nobara. she might not be his kid, but he still loves her like one. a father, a brother, a guardian - it doesn't matter. family. and nobara couldn't be any happier either – to have somebody that lets her have her fun, that doesn't even try to tone her down in any way. to have somebody that loves her unconditionally. it's everything a child could ever possibly want.

[wolven91]

Human Guardian - One Size Fits All

Jon's radio crackled to life on his hip.

"Jon, can you get across to the 'Emmalis' sector please. We have an urgent escort request." Came dispatch's dispassionate and clinical tone.

The human grunted as he lifted with his knees to put the box that he was running inventory on, back onto the shelf where it belonged. With it safely secured he grabbed for the radio and thumbed the button for him to speak.

"Jon confirms, heading to Emmalis now."

"Acknowledged" Came the immediate reply.

He returned the radio to his hip and began a swift march to the part of the station which hosted the shorter alien delegates. It had been a busy week, it felt like every race had turned up all at once and realistically it wasn't far off the mark to say that. It was the first time since the circus when Jon had first passed the Guardian Initiative selection process that it had been this busy.

Apparently there was a summit of some kind coming up and with the impressive range of creatures appearing on station, both great and small, Jon ,like his colleagues was being run ragged. Most Guardian work wasn't actually being dedicated to a single person. At least, not for a Guardian who stayed on one station. Jon's role was to just being a helpful, welcoming presence. If there was a job to do that helped the station, he was there for it.

He smiled, nodded, waved or gave short cheerful banter to the other aliens he passed on his way. Most wore the similar blue and yellow jumpsuits of Guardians, or the grey and white of maintenance. These corridors being off limits to other creatures that weren't part of the station's staff. Plenty of vulnerable points in these sections, unwise to let crowds of people into the access corridors.

The access corridors ran to every corner of the station, regardless of who's sector it was or which race occupied those quarters. Staff would always be able to reach a delegate or guest in rapid time compared to those who had to use the more formal and fancy public walkways. The warren of tunnels weren't a secret, but like the 'Disneyland' of old, they weren't readily acknowledged by station as a whole. It was easier to just be as unobtrusive as one could be while playing host to the other races.

As Jon reached the 'Emmalis' sector, the half of the station that hosted much smaller races than the majority, he slipped on his 'Escort Harness' and showed his security card to the reader.

As he waited for approval and when his harness secured, he grabbed at his radio and thumbed the button again.

"Jon at Emmalis Sector, Subdoor 'Itty bitty'."

"Acknowledged. Stop calling it 'Itty Bitty', it's the 'Ikit Bitaris' entrance." Came a different voice from the radio, but none-the-less as formal as the last.

The light flicked from red to green and the bulkhead's bolt snapped open allowing Jon to walk through the door and into the 'airlock' checkpoint. A glass booth with a canid guard sat at a desk gave him a courtesy glance before allowing him to step forward.

"Mornin' Jon." The guard drawled. "You got a delegate needing to get to the council room early, 'parently it's urgent."

Jon nodded and shrugged.

"That's fine, are they ready to go?"

"Yeah, 'got their whiskers in a twist so don't wait around."

Jon stepped through the now open sliding door to see a pair of chintians waiting together on a raised platform. Chintians were one foot tall, furred or even spined mammalians. They reminded Jon of meerkats or perhaps chinchillas? Or some demented mixer of the two. The human gave a mental shrug. All the races could be compared to old Earth fauna, but you'd think yourself mad as none of them ever fit the mould 'perfectly'. There was always too many differences to say, 'you are a bipedal X'. Christ the taurians looked like cows and bulls but were carnivorous! Ever seen a cow with a set of teeth that would be better suited to a shark? It causes the mind to lurch.

The two chintians had delegate badges pinned to their belts and turned to the human as he passed through the checkpoint. As Jon stepped up, he turned his back on the delegate and stood still. This was all protocol, they had done this before and so had he.

The two chintians clambered up onto the various hand and foot holds of the harness that Jon wore and settled themselves.

Jon waited a moment before stepping away from the platform, at first taking practised care not to go too fast or jostle the harness that had countless loops sewn into the fabric allowing for easy grabbing and carrying of the smaller races, but there was still a knack to not jostling passengers. They simply hung on and Jon, or any escort, would carry them to their destination. This way, the smaller species didn't need to worry about being hit or accidently kicked by the larger or perhaps unobservant others.

Too many diplomatic incidents had happened and all parties involved considered this an acceptable resolution.

"We need to go fast! We must be there fast!`` Came the voice of one of the chintians, over his left shoulder. He felt the weight shift as the creature clambered up the harness with ease.

"Do you consent to running? Do you understand the risks and dangers of this action?" Jon asked, hoping they'd agree.

"Yes yes! Speed is needed!" the voice confirmed.

Jon began to sprint. Avoiding the busier paths, he kept to the edges of the corridors which were usually left empty for exactly the reason Jon was using them. Go-fors, messengers, assistants. They could always been seen scuttling from one location to the others, whilst those not on a time crunch could meander in the middle of the corridors.

He made good time to the centre of the station. From afar, the giant central council room looked like a crown jewel of the station. It was truly gigantic and often would have fog or clouds develop inside due to the sheer size of it.

He crouched and dropped off the delegate who thumbed a tip for Jon, but said nothing as he scuttled away from view and into a room.

Jon shrugged and mentally asked himself what he needed to do next and how to get there the quickest.

He was interrupted as his radio crackled to life again, he grabbed at it before the voice finished speaking.

"Jon? You done with that Escort?" Came the voice of a priority dispatcher, distinct as they were more like 'Account Managers', dealing with those who pay extra for services and their role was to ensure the higher paying guests were served in the right manner.

"Yeah, he's arrived."

"You got a 'Ursidain' request, a request by name this time. You've made an impression with folk."

Jon's face scrunched in puzzlement. He wasn't aware anyone even knew him. Although the name tag's all over his uniform would not lend him any anonymity.

"Got an idea as to what it is?" Jon asked as he jogged towards an access corridor to take the shortest route to the ursidain quarters. It shouldn't take long, he'd just circumvent the Council Hall.

"It's an ursidain called Fon, she sounded a bit distressed? Does it ring any bells?"

The realisation hit Jon like a bucket of cold water.

"Ah, yeah, I dealt with her last week. She's got hefty anxiety. It's likely I'm going to be 'booked' for the rest of the day."

"Cool, no problems, I'll ready 'double pay' if you're engaged through a break or the end of your shift."

Jon wrapped up the conversation and eventually made it to the ursidain quarters.

His next role was almost certainly going to be a 'Support' role. Even some of the larger species on the station had a habit of being nervous like everyone else. On a confined, diplomatic station, it was better to devote resources to calming them down then let them work themselves up.

Jon had met this 'Fon' a couple of weeks back, a mature giantess of a teddy bear, but one with pretty severe anxiety. As it turned out however, having Jon nearby, simply holding her paw or rather being held in her paws, was enough to keep her calm. He'd made the error at the end of his work to try and reassure her that everything was fine, she hadn't been a nuisance and if she needed him; he wouldn't mind.

Jon never thought for a second that she'd actually ask for him, let alone pay through the nose for him specifically to come help her. She must have serious cash to be able to not only request him by name, but double pay due to a person request is paid for by the person who made the request.

Exiting the next checkpoint, he didn't have a chance to even look round before a massive thick paw appeared and snatched him from his own raised platform, the environment now designed for creatures far larger than a human. He was immediately pressed into a sea of thick and soft brown fur. He had to tilt his head backwards just to give himself the space to breathe as a second giant paw began to rapidly stroke his hair again and again as a deluge of words poured from a frantic, motherly voice far above the trapped human.

"Oh I'm so glad you're here! I was so worried! The speech is coming up and I don't know if it'll go well and I suddenly got a feeling that something had already gone wrong! And then I thought about you and was worried the feeling was to do with you! It was-"

"I'm fine! It's okay! Take a breath!" Jon cut in; his voice strained as his ribs creaked from the pressure of being squeezed into the matronly Fon.

Two giant bellows beneath the fur and flesh that Jon was still being pressed into began to inflate, it was humbling to feel such massive biological machine work as he was pressed into it.

The bellows deflated in a loud sigh above him.

"I'm sorry Jon. Do you need me to put you down? I-I-I can go without you if you're busy?"

Jon mentally kicked himself for not taking the opportunity to escape, but he was a resolute professional. He was one of the very first human guardians and he was glad to be the one that showed the aliens that whatever they can do; humans can too.

"No, I've nothing else to do today." He lied. "When your call came in I was twiddling my thumbs, you know?"

The pressure increased again as he was swung from side to side by the giant bear-like alien.

"Oh I'm so glad! You could sit on my lap while the speech is given! Oh that would help so so much! Thank you thank you!"

He was pulled from the chest and brought up to a familiar face, that had puckered its lips before planting them firmly against his face. The 'light' suction nearly pulled his entire head in between those lips before they disconnected with a dramatic 'mwah' and he was returned to a galactic sized bear hug and it felt like they were moving again. He rubbed the wetness from his face as the voice spoke up again, vibrating him as it rumbled through the giant's body.

"I'll get some snacks, and a blanket and we'll make it all cosy in my delegate booth!"

Jon tilted his head at that. The delegates, especially the ursidain ones,did always get the nicest food after all.