#postcrash

[ih0pethishurts]

@nursewashing

There was too much blood. He knew that from the military. Humans can only lose around 1.5L of blood before things start to get really bad. (Or had someone else told him that?) 

Jimmy didn’t know what 1.5L looked like outside of a person, but the way it felt - pooling down his chest and soaking through his jeans, the pain icy hot, the beat of his heart notably weaker - he might be getting close. 

He lay prone on the lounge’s floor, staring towards the cracked, glitching evening screen. Dark floaters clouded his vision, blocking out the sunset, no matter how many times he blinked them away.

He’d seen her with the gun. There had been no other choice but to take it from her. He hadn't been scared. Jimmy had ignored her warnings (they’d never meant anything before) and had tried to rip it from her hands.

Bang. How long ago had that been?

“Anya.” 

The words felt heavy in his mouth, bloated and blurry. Sluggishly, he reached for her from the floor - idly noting how the blood had soaked through his uniform’s arm.  

“...I don’t want to die.”

[flipwizardflynn]

What were Anya's thoughts about her child? We see how compassionate she is in-game, and while we see Jimmy's thoughts on the pregnancy we never get to see how Anya feels. That's not to say I agree with the Happy Ending AUs where Anya has the baby. I don't know if she would have kept the baby, and that is the whole point of her character! The baby is a physical manifestation of her autonomy being ripped from her, yet we never get to see how she feels about what Jimmy did to her. Yet another way that her agency is stripped from her. It's a major part of Jimmy's arc, but because most of the game is in Jimmy's POV, her perspective is deliberately disregarded because of how Jimmy (her abuser) sees her. It's a brilliant way of showing how little Jimmy cares for her well-being or state of mind, but I wish it had been explored in-game.

[0ujidere]

The “People Have To Be Worth Their Titles” bit in mouthwashing fascinates me so much. Curly is the only one often referred to by “Captain” and even the steam page asks: “What Happened To Good Ol’ Captain Curly?”, as if its apart of who he is as a character. He’s worth his title even when Jimmy does not think so and forcefully strips him of it, making it his own like most things. And I get the interpretation it’s because of capitalism turning people into their occupations, BUT. Anya being referred to both ingame and by fandom as “Nurse Anya” is so important to me. She earned and proved she was worth her title even though she could not get into medical school. Even when Jimmy used it demeaningly towards her, she keeps Curly alive and through each day. Her ability makes her worthy unlike him who constantly corrects others into remembering he would be captain. Anya puts in the effort and gets things done for their survival so if ANYONE was captain post-crash, it was her.

[theh1ddengirl93]

Mouthwashing Doodles!

Watched ranboo’s play through yesterday, did some doodles in English class!

[responsiblecaptain]

[Three Months after the Crash]

Copilot turned Captain and now bedside assistant. What a joke. He expected his rise to the top a little more smoother, a little less to clean up. But that was where the pieces fell, so tending to the disgraced former captain fell into his hands.

Swansea was capable, sure, but it had to be him.

Curly had to do this.

Jimmy writhed on the stretcher, groaning out in agony. He was usually much better, much quieter, far off in his own world. Recently, he had been too quiet. He suspected Anya might’ve been slipping Jimmy painkillers when nobody was looking. Useless sympathy for the man she thought ruined her life.

He ruined everyone’s life.

That’s the lie that would sell, anyways. Curly made sure the doors were locked behind him before picking up the bottle of pills from Swansea’s desk, turning them over. Oxy.

“ Didn’t you have a problem with this once? We really shouldn’t be giving you these things. ”

Jimmy only managed a wheeze in return, single eye staring at the screen next to him. He had to turn a bit to look, always slightly strained. His healing was probably jacked from how he was always craning to stare at that screen, like it was some comfort.

Really, Curly didn’t see it. Everyone else loved it- Anya even tried talking his ear off about some singular pixel before he waved her off to do captainly things.

Like this.

Twisting open a pill bottle, turning the capsule over in his hand. Jimmy always struggled opening bottles, and it would be a lot harder now that he didn’t even have hands or depth perception. Frankly, he wasn’t even sure if Jimmy knew what was going on anymore. That eye of his never closed, barely kept moisturized by Swansea’s diligence. That gaze was always so far off.

Curly walked over to the bedside, and Jimmy seemed to lay properly, no longer straining to look at the screen but still staring, even as he writhed in unbearable agony.

Curly glanced the screen over, not bothering to hide his distaste. Too bright, obviously looping, an overall eyestrain…

Something caught his eye, and he leaned over Jimmy to look at it. Then, his face twisted into a grin.

“ Hey, Jim, would you look at that. ”

He waved a hand infront of Jimmy’s face to get his attention, then pointed to a corner, finger sitting right next to a misplaced dot.

“ There really is a dead pixel. ”

Jimmy’s eye snapped over, only for a moment. Then his gaze shifted back to the bigger screen, going unfocused again. Curly scowled.

“ It feels a lot like me sometimes, you know? Me and that pixel. ”

Curly leaned forward, placing two fingers onto Jimmy’s jaw and tugging downwards to force open his mouth.

“ You won’t even look at us. ”

Jimmy’s gaze moved up to the copilot, and seemed to soften. As if only now realizing who this was. His groans quieted down only into whines. Curly grinned, then held up the pill.

“ You want this, yeah? It’ll make the pain go away. You won’t bite, will you? ”

Jimmy made some sort of sound, trying to nod or give confirmation or something.

Was he fucking stupid?

Curly watched him strain himself more and more just to try to get Curly to acknowledge him, before laughing and stepping back from the bed.

“ I haven’t been giving you these before. What makes you think you deserve them now? ”

Hope vanished upon Jimmy’s face as Curly’s fingers pried open the pill, letting powder fall out and onto the ground.

How sad was it that the burnt man hardly even made a sound now. Like he had actually been helped, like the agony wasn’t there anymore instead of ever present.

Curly made sure every grain had dropped out before placing the shell onto Jimmy’s tongue, licking his own finger and letting it dissolve as he pressed it down. Jimmy always hated that feeling, of pills dissolving. And now it was his only form of relief.

“ Hopefully that’s got some of the good stuff in it. You’re annoying. You need to learn to shut up. ”

Jimmy still writhed and whimpered, but he always did when Curly was going to leave. He’d get louder and louder until the door closed and he realizes he was alone as he always had been.

Curly only laughed a bit to himself as he turned to repeat that very same cycle.

All in a day’s work.

[ghostfrozen]

"we're just shells with nothing inside." — is she a real? a hallucination? an ambiguously supernatural portrayal of 1996 jackie taylor from yellowjackets. penned by kim.

[dearlot]

here, there, and everywhere | lottie matthews

— pairing: postcrash!lottie matthews x afab!reader

— summary: having sex with lottie for the first time after she gets rescued. part 2 to this

— wordcount: 1,578

"Lott?" You knock on the door, feeling anxiety swarm in your belly. "Can I come in real quick and grab something?"

The nervousness you feel makes you hope she'll say no. You don't know if you can handle being in the same room as her while she's like that without exploding. Sure, you've had sex with her multiple times before this, but it feels like you're back at square one ever since she returned. It's not her fault, of course—nor yours—but you can't help but feel shy around her all over again. You're struggling with how to navigate your relationship with Lottie after everything. I mean, you only just started sleeping in the same bed again.

You hear a soft "Mhm" from behind the door and sigh out, preparing to walk in. The door opens and steam greets your face, making you flush slightly. As you walk over to the sink and bend down, your eyes can't help but wander to the frosted glass of the shower and gape at the outline of Lottie's body. Jesus Fuckin' Christ. You forgot just how good she looks. Your hand blindly grabs something from the sink's cabinet as you gawk at the silhouette of Lottie washing her body, reaching around until you find the shape of the thing you came for. You can't even remember what it was at this point, but you need to get out of here before you pass out. You snatch it and quickly leave, gently closing the door and rushing back to the safety of your bed. You scoff in embarrassment when you realize you grabbed a hair comb.

After tossing it on your dresser, you take out your phone and scroll through your apps before you hear the bathroom door open, a sheepish Lottie poking her head out. She beckons you over with her big eyes and you almost stagger backward when you see a sliver of her wet, naked shoulder.

"What's wrong?" you clear your throat. "Do you need something?"

She nods.

"Clothes?"

She shakes her head.

"A towel?"

She nods, her wet hair bouncing lightly. You nod back and walk to the closet in the hallway, grabbing a towel from the shelf and handing it to Lottie when you return.

You decide to get ready for the night while she gets dressed, hopping in bed and warming yourself up while you wait. You get that same feeling in your stomach from before at the thought of cuddling with her and grin stupidly to yourself, wiggling your toes and running your nails down your thighs in excitement. The door opens and out steps Lottie. All of a sudden, that excitement is replaced with something more. You scoot further up in bed as she smiles shyly and shuffles over to the bed, her white t-shirt doing a horrible job of hiding her hard nipples. The outlines are so visible that you can't stop staring, and you have to force yourself to look up at her face and smile back.

She removes the blanket from you and gets in underneath the covers, shoving her face in the crook of your neck as she settles on top of you. Warmth spreads throughout your body for two reasons: One, Lottie's cuddling with you. Two, Lottie's cuddling with you, and her nipples are poking you.

Your hands come up to rub her back softly, and you hear her sigh contentedly. After a while of gentle touches, she begins to leave small kisses on the side of your neck, using her nose to move your face to the side so she can have more area to kiss. You bite your lip to conceal your moans. You're so sensitive now, especially after so long without her touch. Her back feels so hot as you run your hands along it, and you wonder if she has more freckles on there now from being outside for so long.

Lottie kisses that one spot of yours, the one she also wondered about, and smiles at how you moan softly. Yep, it's still there.

Her lips travel across your cheek and reach your lips, capturing them in a messy kiss. You both moan this time and with each kiss, things get more and more heated. She slips a little tongue inside your mouth and you squeeze her hips, fluttering your eyes open to peek at her only to find her shadowy eyes already looking at you. She pulls back from your face and a shaky sigh leaves her wet lips. Her hands come down to grab your shoulders, nails digging in slightly, and begins to slowly grind herself on your lap. You lick your lips and bite them, watching with wide eyes as Lottie moves her hips so tantalizingly on yours.

Shaky fingers find themselves slipping under Lottie's shirt, running across her stomach and grabbing her flesh. She lets out the most beautiful whine and you blush from the sound. When Lottie stops moving her hips to pull down your sweats, it's only then do you get released from your trance.

You stop her with a hand on her wrist. "W-wait, Lott, are you sure?" You just have to ask. You need to make sure she 100% wants to do this and not just because you want to.

She nods several times and pushes your hand away impatiently, making you scoff and grin. You lift your hips and allow her to yank off your sweats, watching her throw them haphazardly on the ground somewhere. She's already in her panties, so she simply rests herself back on your lap and goes back to humping you.

Your eyes travel back to her chest and your mouth goes agape at how her tits move up and down under her shirt. "Can I see you?"

Lottie nods and you grip her hips to keep her steady as she lifts her shirt to show you her naked chest. You groan at the sight of her brown perky nipples and lift your hips into hers, rutting in a desperate attempt to show her how much you crave her. Her hands on your shoulder squeeze gently as she leans over and shoves them in your face, silently asking you to touch her.

You greedily take one nipple into your mouth and moan around it, sucking on it like it's the last thing you'll ever do. Your hand comes up to fondle her other tit, groping and tugging and squeezing around her breast like it's the first time you're exploring her body. The quiet noises leaving her mouth as you please her make your body feel like it's on fire, and you're grateful that she's allowing them to come out at all. You feel full of love for her at this moment that you nearly start tearing up. All you can think about is how much you've missed her.

You pull away with a pop and wipe the spit on your lips. When you look back at Lottie, unspoken words pass between you: I love you. Her eyes are teary and glazed over as she strokes your chest, and just before you carefully move her onto her back, her tear falls and hits your lip. You lick her salt up like it'll bring you closer to her. You swallow her whole. You devour her.

Fingers tug down her panties and spread her thighs apart. "I love you."

A kiss is planted just below her belly button. "I love you."

You settle in between her thighs and lift her leg over your shoulder, nibbling at the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Your lips have longed for this intimacy with her. They shake with excitement as you kiss your way to her pussy, and the second you get a taste of her salty sweetness, you're addicted all over again. Your lips press hard into her cunt, and you eat her like you're a man starved. You can feel her fingertips press gingerly at the top of your head and look up to see her hands clenching and unclenching over her stomach. Poor girl, she's been without your tongue for so long that she's probably not used to this yet. You have half a mind to slow down and take your time, but you yearn for her too much.

"Use me," you mutter into her pussy, grabbing for her wrist and putting it on top of your head. "It's okay."

Strangled whines flow out of her mouth as you stick your tongue out and allow her to move your head however she pleases. Her heel digs into your back painfully as she tries to draw you in closer, and her back arches as she feels her orgasm approach. Her hands go limp on your head and she whimpers, feeling too tired and too overstimulated to continue. You kiss her clit and reach for her hands, holding them tightly as you eat her up and bring her to a mindblowing orgasm.

You have to hold her hips down as she shakes from it, and you coo at her gently while bringing her down. You clean her up with your tongue before she lazily paws at your ear and tries to pull you back up, her eyes barely keeping themselves open when you crawl up her body.

You give her a sluggish smile and lick her cum off your chin, reaching behind to pull the blanket back over you two before kissing her lips. "I love you."

lottie taglist: @heliolottie

[mysinkingsun]

More lottienat postcrash

[nervous-trash]

what do you mean there's a file in the game where postcrash Curly is giving Anya a lap dance

[heartz4shauna]

some completely unrealistic yj headcanons for u x

✦ precrash lottie’s role model was Cher from clueless. both pretty rich girls xxx

✦ jackie had a deathly fear of spiders, but after staying in the cabin she got over her fear

✦ shauna seriously loved Sade, standing on her bed jumping up and down while singing along to kiss of life

✦ mari, despite seeming dumb, had very good grades precrash, especially in science subjects

✦ postcrash akilah (we can imagine) bought multiple hamsters in memory of Nugget, she cried when they ate each other, duh

✦ van had a serious short hair phase. after watching Bound, she love love loved jennifer tilly and wanted to be like Corky.

✦ misty loves her weird phones, as seen before. watching Juno only fueled her love more, and so she bought a hamburger phone.

✦ tai could only sleep with seriously heavy rain, was thrilled when she found ASMR videos

✦ natalie was a FREAK for Chris Cornell (me too)

✦ jeff loves the idea of a double decker couch

okay that’s all ty x

[ih0pethishurts]

@nursewashing

He couldn't stand it anymore. The NOISE. Curly's agony haunted him no matter where he went in the ship. Even in the depths of the cargo bay, buried in boxes of mouthwash, Jimmy swore he could hear the captain's moans through the vents.

The doors of the medical bay slid open, sunset light spilling over Jimmy and the empty hallway.

It was always the smell that got to him first.

Rot. Pus. Meat.

A violating, revolting reminder of their mistakes. The corpse on the table. Their burden. (His responsibility.)

The pilot brought his arm up to his face, covering his nose, squinting upon realizing he wasn't alone with Curly. A bitter, cruel feeling twisted in his chest. Their so-called nurse couldn't do her goddamn job properly.

"Can you make him be quiet? Did you give him his medicine?" He gagged into the fabric of his jumpsuit. "Fuck - change his bandages while you're at it. It's bad."

[pony--in-express]

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@ask-captain-curly @ask-curly-mouthwashing @ask-postcrash-curly @awfulcake @captaincurls  @capncurlyfried ( @curlydaretohavecurlyhair ) @captain-44-curly @captaincurlyfriies @captaincurlystulpar @captain-g-curly @crashstranded || + SWANSEA @ccurlyfries @curly-capt @curlychips90 @curlyfries101iminpain @curlygrant44 @curlyheadedcaptainnn @frenchfriesnumber1loverr @ponyextulparlog @runningfrom-responsibility @tulparscaptain

[0ujidere]

The way Anya & Curly's entire characters are dependent on viewer interpretation is crazy to me but also oh so very good. I will start with Anya okay be ready. The way others draw her interaction with any members of the crew varies so heavily and its based off of how others project onto her. Killing Jimmy with the Axe or the Gun, Anya and Curly killing Jimbo, Keeping the baby, Aborting that baby (dattebayo), Forgiving Curly, Blaming Curly, Killing Curly. All of these are interpretations that we can't really confirm or deny because we Don't know how she would act in any of these situations. We don't know who she is outside of the little tidbits of interaction with the crew and how those can be interpreted and how much those vary. I think its really interesting to see how some Anyas take revenge through their own means and others try to find the road to forgiveness. Both are very valid, but we never learn how she really feels about Curly post-crash, whether they even try to have a conversation or if she follows Jimmy's ideal of projecting herself onto the captain, whichever way that means. His pov has made her character so easy to twist to the way the viewer finds more cathartic and I think it is both a disservice to her from Him as a victim, and insanely good writing from the devs to leave an open ended story with a character who can be formed to fit whatever feels best. I'll make another ramble at some point about her precrash relationship with curly because i think it also holds alot BUT that is a whole nother essay. Curly, very obviously, has no way to communicate other than to fight back with what little he has. We see his fatal flaw & mistake, the semi immediate aftermath, but from then on, he is completely at the mercy of Jimmy/The viewer. We do not see him interact with the crew postcrash, except the three times Jimmy gives him his medication. If he didn't need painkillers every day, he might as well just have been a figment of Jimmy's imagination haunting him, the way Swansea+Daisuke avoid talking about Curly. Though he is still very much a person, he is made out (by jimbo) to be (possibly) a complete mockery of who he used to be, strangled and forced into an idol and a scapegoat and a friend and a coward and a god. Whatever he is needed as at any given moment. An obstacle or a damsel or an upstanding captain or a traitor crushing the crew (Jimmy alone) into the dirt. Any of these could be true or false, all at the same time or otherwise. His actions precrash are all we have to understand him, and the way he fights Jimmy against his medication and is beaten for it, and the way he creaks out a laugh once the gun is revealed, after all this time, right under both of their noses. He spends time with Anya and jokes with her. He helps Jimmy with his psyche eval and reveals his fears regarding being captain. The crew get let go and he goes against the company and tells them anyways, only holding out for a week. He doesn't understand Anya's situation when they watch the 'stars'. He makes some horrible word choice and false promises once he does. He continues to make some more horrible word choices and then action followed by a fatal, single thought. And once the regret hits it is too late. And whether or not he could ever be forgiven or more responsible than ever isn't a question given to Anya, but rather, the viewer. Anya and Curly hurt. They are written both as human and an ultimatum. Who Anya is as a person and where she stands on Curly are both vague. Curly's lack of action and level of responsibility are devastating, but whether or not he deserves punishment or empathy are the viewer's decision.

[rippedpatches]

general headcanons for your favorite teen and adult ship . ASAP

i don’t have any favorite adult ships ONLY because the main person in half of these ships has kicked the bucket.. I do have many favorite teen ships thought but i’m only going to write for 2 because 1 i’m lazy and 2 erm i’m lazy.

I DID START THIS AT 4AM SO FORGIVE IF SOMETHINGS ARE MESSY OR JUST GENERALLY DONT MAKE SENSE IM NOT PROOFREADING.

LOTTIESHAUNA HCS

precrash

- friends to lovers asf

- shauna knowing lottie’s emotions like the back of her hand

- they definitely have annual movie nights when shauna isn’t following jackie around like a lost puppy. lottie has to go over the top, getting shauna’s favorite snacks getting her her own blanket (that happens to be plaid like her flannels) and ofc picking movies she knows shauna liked and or wants to see.

- i feel like shauna would steal out of lottie’s locker borrowing a notebook or something and then returning it with scribbles all over it from her nervous ass in class not paying attention. lottie doesn’t mind it it’s normal.

- lottie offers to buy shauna simple things like a new flannel she sees or maybe even something for her room to (brighten it up) ending in shauna ALWAYS declines saying she can pay for it herself. in the end lottie gets it anyways

- lottie wearing shauna’s varsity jacket. dare i say more.

postcrash

- despite jackie being the first one to comfort shauna, lottie was one of the firsts running to her aid to make sure she was okay checking for wounds etc. (she’s also the same precrash but will obviously laugh at first seeing shauna trip over her own feet)

- after the first few nights shauna would be there for lottie knowing somethings up trying to comfort her to the best of her abilities.

- this is canon at this point, lottie is the father that stepped up. lottie would be there constantly for shauna making sure she’s okay making sure the baby is okay. shauna is a little skeptical at first knowing everyone and their mom is crazy as fuck but TRIES to trusts lottie after knowing she defended her for the whole jackie fiasco.

- after they got rescued shauna would stay by lottie’s side knowing how skeptical and vulnerable she is.

JACKIENAT HCS

precrash

- enemies/friends/lovers

- annoyance at first glance duh

- jackie so laughed at nat on the field, seeing her fuck off in the corner trying to skip practice. she so so so probably accidentally started a rumor on accident about nat and felt so genuinely bad about it. jackie eventually tells nat after they become friends and nat holds a grudge for a week before jackie bring her a pack of cigarettes and she’s happy again.

- knowing both smoke they probably shared a cigarette and or a blunt at least once. jackie is more of a nonchalant smoker and we all know nat is a stoner. (ahem cue red wine supernova)

- as they were becoming friends slowly laughing at the same jokes and or talking shit they so started to like each others company. jackie can be mean but she has such a genuine personality and kind heart like nat feels safe around her.

- the first time they hung out outside of school nat felt so awkward about quickly shutting jackie down after jackie wanted to see her house making up an excuse while hiding underlying hints that her home life is shit. the end up at jackie’s house nat feeling so out of place.

- anytime someone comments on the rumors about nat jackie is quick to defend her.

- nat showing up at jackie’s house after a fight with her parents sneaking in through jackie’s window to just plop in her bed and drag on a LONG sigh.

- jackie isn’t pushy when it comes to nats emotions of course wanting to know how she feels but knows how nat feels about certain topics. she doesn’t want to dig at nats feelings she wants it to flow naturally.

- when nat finally opens up jackie is there a little overwhelmed but consoles nat none the less and then after nat is calmed down she’s like “that was.. a lot” and nat calls her a dick and then they laugh about it.

- nat definitely got jackie high before jackie being out of it high as FUCK and nat is trying to keep her from having a bad trip feeling terrible but also sneaking a laugh in.

- if jackie ended up having a bad trip nat stayed by her side reassuring her constantly that she wasn’t like going to die or anything.

- if it’s a good trip they end up laying on jackie’s bed buzzed tf out just chilling.

- THEM SHOTGUNNING A SMOKE OR SM DJC JEJDMEMSKWJDUBXHEJA sorry.

postcrash

- jackie would want to hunt with her so nat would help jackie with the gun, standing behind her so her little ass doesn’t fly backwards 💀

- they would leave travis behind to go hunting together

- idk i lost motivation

[starvember-moved]

lottie matthews agere hc !!!

precrash, lottie is primarily a regressor. she regresses to tot age + a wolf regressor. big sister core

postcrash, lottie becomes super protective of you and starts to lean more towards the caregiver side. she even lets you call her mama lot sometimes when she's big.

she cant help it — she's scared and unsure, but she has you and she is not losing you either.

she still regresses with you, but it's on the bigger side. like eleven or twelve. little enough to still be able to play with you but big enough to take care of things if they go sideways

you guys have matching stuffies!! you have a wolf and she has a deer. you're distraught when you lose them in the crash, and lottie doesnt rest until she finds them

‘look little fawn/buck, i got a surprise for you :D’ and she shows you the stuffies

she's also found your notebook and the very few coloring books you brought

before the cabin is found, lottie tries to make it all a game. from checking your cuts to having to sleep outside.

both because it helps her and because she knows it'll keep you calm

‘okay, little fawn/buck, let’s play a game. can you pretend to be a deer for me? yes? oh good kiddo! the grass is soft, right? mhm, i thought so too.”

the first few nights, lottie is the smallest she's ever been. she's terrified and starving and she has no idea what's going to happen. lottie's familiar with involuntary regression, but not this intense before.

things get into a groove soon after the cabin and lake are found. lottie floats in and out of a regressed state, but despite this, she helps with the harder chores so you don't have to.

instead, lottie convinces the others to let you gather berries and whatever herbs you can find. sometimes, you do laundry down at the lake.

the one time coach ben offered to have you cook dinner since mari was feeling sick, lottie refuses to let you.

‘nonono, baby, you might burn yourself. we can't have that, can we, bug? here, i'll make dinner. you watch and help if i need it, okay?’

you, lottie, and laura lee play together often !! often, when lottie is busy with something and you're not big, she'll ask laura lee to stay with you

(laura lee reads psalms to you often while you color.)

all of your stuffies are friends !!

a lot of the other girls age regress too. at night, after dinner (or lack thereof), you share yours and lottie's coloring books.

except your coloring book that has nature scenes. you keep that one just for you two. a lot of times, you color you and lottie into the scenes. you always give lot wolf ears and yourself antlers

bedtime is so fun!! especially on the nights you lack food, lottie makes sure you have plenty of water (or tea on the colder nights). you two bundle together and color or write in your journal. then lottie makes up a story to help you fall asleep. you two sleep right next to each other all tangled up in each others arms.

[lottiematthewsdotcom]

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