#probably pointless but like...listen I still can't do all-day activities without being in

[lastoneout]

I have my follow up with my geneticist to go over my EDS results in two days and I am suddenly very nervous I have one of the scary kinds instead of the normal but still bad kind...

[shinjisdone]

Heyya, I saw how you wrote last time about Silver and Sebek. I love it, it's cute. I hope you don't mind me request.

The type of request is the scenario and the reader is Gender neutral, the prompt: "[LIFT] - sender lifts receiver off the ground (or attempts to)." From fluff.

Probably where MC/reader tries to lift Silver up while a sleep. I'm sure all that movement won't even successfully wake Silver up. Tho I would like to see where they successfully lift Silver.

Hope this is okay !

A very cute idea and I'd like to try out a prompt that is more active :) Unfortunately, I've grown tired and impatient so this will be written in bullet points, hope that's okay.

Fluff prompt: [LIFT] - sender lifts receiver off the ground (or attempts to)

With Trying to Lift Up A Sleeping Silver

Silver was one of the nicest student's you've known.

For a second-year he soaked up a lot of knowlegdge like a sponge and is kind enough to help you out in all kinds of lessons. The only thing he asked in return is to study outside, since he can better focus in a brighter place with fresher air.

Taking the chance to finally get that one topic with one of the nicest guy's you know, you accepted without hesitation, thinking he requested this to keep himself better awake.

It went well. Silver was calm and patient as he explained various topics, no matter if you soaked them up quickly as he did or not. It's relaxing to listen to him speak and actually get what he is talking about. Compared to other second-years (Riddle, Azul, Leona,etc.) this outdoor study lesson is comforting.

Comforting enough to fall asleep it seems...you only turned your back for a second to review your notes and already do you feel a weight leaning against your back. Turning your head, you heard Silver's soft snores this close to your ear and his locks tickling your nose as his body gave in and leaned further and further and further...

Panicking, you froze as still as a statue. You called out his name softly in a whisper - since he was already so close to you, you feared that even a normal volume would scare him out of dreamland.

Yet, to no avail. Calling and nudging him seemed pointless for he just...cuddled closer to you. Often he'd murmur something but it was too unintelligible to understand.

Oh, dear...you don't have all day! And neither does he! The next lessons are going to start sometime, soon even perhaps and you cannot afford to lose your head being tardy at Trein's classes! Besides, you cannot let that happen to Silver after he was so kind enough to help you out!

Packing your belongings aside and taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself to at least stand up. Slowly moving forward, so did Silver but you soon found out that he was surely but slowly sliding off your back and right to the meadow below.

Gotcha! Caught his head just in the right moment! As much as you'd like to celebrate your victory on getting on your feet, your dear peer was still asleep.

"Silver-senpai..." You called out louder, tapped his shoulder, pinched his nose! Yet still, all he'd do is scrunch it up.

It seemed like you needed to carry him - or at least, lift him up first.

Snaking your arms around his torso and resting his head on your shoulder, you once again attempted to get up. Though asleep, Silver's body was heavy and lax - but at least you managed to have him sit up so far.

In response, he only snored.

"Sword-sparring is...soon..."

Oh, really? Grrreat.

Once again you try to get up - again and again and again, only to slip on the grass and fall back to your knees. Silver only snores louder.

Well, at least he can't hear you curse profanities.

With a quick hitch, you could finally get one foot on the ground and Silver was hoisted up higher. Inahling sharply, you made sure to continue up with a composure that could rival your upper classmate.

"Silver-senpai...c'mon, wake up. You're heavy..."

Though you only meant to motivate yourself, it seemed like the young knight was listening in his sleep.

"...I'll help you out...gladly..."

Shucks, now you feel awful.

Nevertheless, you won't be deterred! One last yank and you both were lifted up to your feet!

Yet so much so that you loosened your footing again, slipped on the grass and lost balance right then and there-!

If it weren't for the hand reaching for yours and pulling you briskly into a sturdy chest. Silver was quick to wrap his arms around you.

"Prefect...be careful. This meadow can be quite slippy."

...Whua???

Now he's awake...? What, through some kind of instinct or...???

"Our classes will begin soon, too. Is there anything else you wanted to know? Any questions?"

"Uh, no. I don't believe so."

Gently he pulled away and dusted you off. "Then let's head inside. Better not be tardy or we'll get an earful. Are you okay?"

You could only respond with a half-hearted nod and quietly followed him, still all at sea. You let him hold your hand as he guided you back to the pathway.

You believe it's best not to let him know for now.

[mushroom-for-art]

Monstersnax Namawie.

Consists of; Strabby, Grapeskeeto, Poptick, Cheezer, Fryder, Sherbie, Paletoss Grande, flaming cheepoof, Flapjackarak and Ribblepede.

Story wise within the game in a Bugsnaxs turns you into monsters au this likely would occur later on but before the big party, probably not long after getting Cromdo back.

Beffica being, Beffica would ask her bestie to find out what Namawie does late at night as she always goes off down to the beach and Beffica wants all the juicy details. When the journalist goes down they'd find that Namawie goes down there to sing and interpretive dance, it's clumsy and without much deep thought it's just general expression of one's self cause sometimes you just gotta sing your heart out to emotive music and dance dramatically. Of course Beffica loves this because Namawie is generally very reserved and has had confrontations with Beffica in the past so since she's feeling down with the Cromdo business why not make herself feel better by humiliating someone else and since Namawie and Beffica aren't on great terms it'd be great revenge for her attitude. So she gets the journalist to find out what music Namawie is sneaking off to listen to, to out her (of course the journalist can probably say nah as an option but they can also agree), and so the next day Beffica plays some of the music picking the one she finds the stupid and loudly states "wow Namawie I can't believe you listen and dance to this junk" while Namawie is just existing nearby. She immediately gets a horrified embarrassed expression looking over at Beffica and her expression genuinely becomes quite upset before noticing the journalist likely squirm with their own embarrassment and shame realising that they'd probably spied and told Beffica and the upset becomes blind rage. She'd pick up a nearby seating log and proceed to hurl it at Beffica and the journalist with clear intend she wants it to hit and hurt them, of course they dodge out the way and rogue log nearly takes out Filbo who was just coming out from behind a corner. The shame of nearly hurting filbo would very quickly replace her rage and anxiety as someone shouts "what the grumps going on?!" she'd take off to the desert fleeing the scene.

As she flees she'd grab Bugsnax likely already having a few in her bag but she blindly grabs at favorites as she goes, going deep into the desert to get Flapjackarak and use the tunnel connecting the areas to go to Boiling bay and sit down crying and comfort eating stuffing food in her mouth with little to no care desperately eating to feel better as emotions swirl inside her making her feel sick, she hates herself but also hates them for doing that shes terrified of the consequences of what she's done and feels awful for nearly hurting Filbo, she doesn't even notice that Bugsnaxs are practically throwing themselves at her feet. She doesn't think it strange as she has a purple Grapeskeeto in each hand even though they're solitary as she shoves them into her mouth, doesn't question why Strabby are on the beach when they're not found in that area, it's just food and she needs it to feel better right now so she eats not even questioning that her favourite snaxs are all there. Soon she's pulling off her jacket cause the running and crying have left her hot and the fabric tight to her fur not realising how the Grapeskeeto makes her shoulder quite much bigger, it's only when she nearly chokes from eating too much that she stops to breathe and sob where she is feeling just as empty and upset and shameful as when she arrived. By the time she realises how pointless all that eating was its already too late, her body feels strange and no longer her own as she begins to lurch and bend against her control, falling into the warm sand it feels like her spines being stretched and her body is going to rip open as it changes from the parasites turning her body into their new form and home. When she thinks to scream she can barely gurgle as her tongue melts into a sickly sweet strawberry like syrup coughing it splatters onto the sand below her, her glasses fall off as she feels her nose become itchy it feels hot and too cold it burns almost squinting to see the sand is blurry yellow with red spots, each blink becomes heavy, it feels like her fur and skin is sliding down her face. Soon she can't open her eyes anymore raking her claws through the sand as something sharp grows through her skin replacing the spot of her eyes. Her mouth felt numb now she couldn't feel her tongue and her teeth didn't feel like her own, she couldn't feel anything anymore but was so aware of each change, something grew out her back, was it even hers anymore, her torso felt wrong anyways what had it become, least her legs didn't feel cold anymore, the Sherbie legs always left her fur frosty, she tried to twitch her toe, it felt heavy and didn't seem to want to move, everything was dark and her body felt so wrong. Gargling a brief pain like cold tooth ache flared at the start of her tail and then disappeared, something heavy was growing from her torso and weighing her down where she lay in the sand, she could still hear the waves of, what was it called, what, what did it look like again. Echos of sounds bounced in her skull a tug a pull an instinct but it was foreign and she couldn't understand it, did she know that voice? She should fly, she should,,,do that?,,, yeah,,yeah of,, of course,,,.

Body moving, uncertain, something pushed the body lifting up the torso that sagged heavily down, new flesh shifting and fitting, knee moving foot pushing up from the sand that sank gently beneath the weight. Slowly new bones moved from the shoulders a frame supporting wings, heavy and yet light, normal. It knew what to do as large wings pushed down in deep strong flaps lifted the mass from the sands, new shoots grew from the dangling tail until it was abuzz with many flapping wings lifting high as it was pulled along by, something, away from the spot it had been resting. It needed, wanted to be elsewhere else.

All that remained on the beach was a deep imprint in the sand, a bag with a broken strap, ripped jacket, and broken glasses. And just a little further out on one of the sand dune islands a soggy hat that had blown away by a sudden wind, and no more Bugsnaxs, not even a whisper of activity, save for a local Sherbie burrowing in the sands. Its like she just disappeared into thin air, Wambus would mutter. While Wiggle sings a dramatic chorus about the Queen of bugsnax attacking her and taking her awaayayay. Such a tragic affair over a secret.