#I could not bring myself the cull the bit about najma being a menace to jamil with bugs

[viperwhispered]

Last anon really said “would you still love me if I was a lobster???” And I respect that lmao

But to continue the chaos, how about this: reader can still talk in lobster form… somehow and tries to instruct her on where to go to get help from the staff. Unfortunately for both of them, reader is really bad with directions!

I hope this is okay! Tysm! 🩵

Oh trust me I'm living for the chaos.

Thank you for the request anon! Took me a little longer than anticipated to get to this but here we are. 🦞

The 'Anything Goes' Story, part 5

The story where I write whatever you tell me to. You can find more info and the masterlist here.

The way you squirmed in Najma’s hands - skittering legs, waving claws, shaky antenna - was not exactly comforting, to say the least.

Thank goodness she didn’t share her brother’s predilection for bug issues - after all, how else could she tease him with the creepy crawlies she found, or extort bargain with him to get compensation for clearing the bugs from his room.

You were making some very strange noises, too, thankfully not very loudly, but-

Wait? Were those actually words?

It was garbled, mangled, certainly not something that Najma would expect from a lobster - animal linguistics wouldn’t be much help to her, here, and it’s not like lobsters were part of the Scalding Sands curriculum, anyway.

“Okay, okay, calm down. We’ll sort this out,” Najma shushed you, still kneeling behind the stand. Cautiously, hesitantly, she lifted you a little closer - with very healthy respect for your claws.

After a halting negotiation, Najma had you wrapped up in her headscarf, trying to follow your instructions to get around campus - even as you kept on telling her to backtrack, or take a turn she'd already missed, or just took your time giving her any guidance at all.

Was Najma seriously wandering around a festival on Night Raven College grounds, following the instructions of a lobster, while hoping against hope not to come across her brother or parents, even as it became increasingly obvious she was nowhere near finding any of the people she needed to find?

Yes. Yes she was.

Edit: you can find the next part here.

Again, time for you all to give me the next prompt to see how we continue this story.

Character(s), scenario, tone / genre, or whatever y'all think would be fun to see and throw my way. Sensible, requiring some suspension of disbelief, or just pure crack, anything goes.

Whoever is the first to reblog / reply to this post with their idea will get their prompt done for the next part - that way others can easily see if a prompt has already been given all not.

However, you can't have your prompt picked twice in a row (so the next prompt should be from someone else than this particular anon, whoever you are).

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