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And I’ll generate a number from 1-30. All cute and fluffy! 
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(via mutant-trolls)

cat-trolls:

cotestuck:

>It’s kinda nice to be sandwitched between two bodies, but despite your tiny stature, you stand and hug both, reaching to stroke the backs of both heads soothingly.

Thank yoou. Even if they doon;t wrright back, I’ll be ookay.

> Yksine’s fins wiggle. Both faces smile down at the short troll. 

that’s good. if i ⊂an do anything… i will, ok? just say th⊃ word. 

> You want to help out in any way. Anything to mitigate the damage Bri has done inadvertently.

>You smile genuinely up into both faces, placing a pal on each of their outward facing cheeks.

It’s kind oof yoou, looves, but that’s all I rreally need.

thefantrollkit:

cotestuck:

thefantrollkit:

 

I’m n◊t that nice, Ris◊ri. Y◊u’ve g◊t me pegged abs◊lutely wr◊ng. I d◊n’t put that much th◊ught int◊ stuff.

> You sigh heavily and pat her shoulder.

Yoou’rre gooing too have too goo oout oof yoourr way too coonvince me that yoou’rre a bad prrsoon, Virra.

>You inform her bluntly.

I oonly say what I feel. And I just doon’t feel any malice.

… Well y◊u must be feeling me wr◊ng because I died ◊nce, ◊r s◊mething, because I am awful.

> You’ve now entered stubborn mode. You’re convinced you’re awful and now you’re going to convince her too.

Pretty much every◊ne I’ve ever met has called me a bitch.

It takes malice and intent too be awful. What I felt just noow was rremoorrse.

>You purr, leaning forward to boop her niose with yours.

A genuinely awful prrsoon woould have felt noothing oof the soorrt.

cat-trolls:

cotestuck:

>Your ears pricked up, each pointing at a different body. At least now there was some hope of communicating. You couldn’t bear the thought of just putting them out of your pan and forgetting they ever were.

Then I’ll send soome letterrs with yoou, if yoou doon’t mind.

>You turn and hug one torso and then the other

I’m soorrrry, Magine. I’d have prreerred too meet yoou underr betterr cirrcumstances, but I’m glad too have anyway.

> Hug her back, with both bodies, and nod. 

that’s alright. i’ll gladly tak⊃ l⊃tt⊃rs for you, but don’t ⊃xp⊃⊂t any intri⊂at⊃ r⊃pli⊃s. i don’t know if th⊃y ⊂an still writ⊃.

>It’s kinda nice to be sandwitched between two bodies, but despite your tiny stature, you stand and hug both, reaching to stroke the backs of both heads soothingly.

Thank yoou. Even if they doon;t wrright back, I’ll be ookay.

Alrright, Fate…

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

You look up at him, almost afraid, but you go gratefully limp as he pulls you into a comforting embrace. You ball up in his arms like a scruffed kitten and try not to tremble so hard, putting everything you had into believing him.

You close your eyes and just rub her back, rocking quietly to try to comfort her. You say nothing. You just let her curl up in your arms, hoping that’s enough. You wouldn’t know what to say.

Slowly, one fiberous bundle at a time, your muscles relax until you’re limp against his chest, still conscious, but not visibly so. You felt sick, and didn’t think you’d ever been so tired.

thefantrollkit:

cotestuck:

thefantrollkit:

 

> She’s crying. She’s crying and you’re awful and you hate yourself so much that if you could, you’d kick yourself in the teeth.

Shut up, y◊u’re n◊t all◊wed t◊ f◊rgive me f◊r being a terrible pers◊n. I’m awful, understand me? H◊w any ◊f y◊u can stand me I d◊n’t get. I think the ◊nly pers◊n wh◊ gets I’m awful is Adrian, and then he’s still stupid f◊r being my kismesis, s◊ it d◊esn’t matter.

> You don’t miss for a second her reaching out, so looking away, you grab for her and pull her over to you, setting your chin on her head.

St◊p crying already, y◊u did n◊thing wr◊ng…

>Your ears flatten, blue eyes crystalizing as he pulls you over.

Noo.

>You growl very softly, spine stiffening under her hands

Noo oone tells me whoo I can oorr can’t foorrgive oorr foorr what. Yoou huurrt soo yoou lash oout foorr fearr oof hurrting soome oone yoou doont mean too.

> Once again, you soften in her arms, leaning just far enough back to raise your gentle blue eyes to meet hers.

That dooes noot descrribe an awful prrsoon too me.

I’m n◊t that nice, Ris◊ri. Y◊u’ve g◊t me pegged abs◊lutely wr◊ng. I d◊n’t put that much th◊ught int◊ stuff.

> You sigh heavily and pat her shoulder.

Yoou’rre gooing too have too goo oout oof yoourr way too coonvince me that yoou’rre a bad prrsoon, Virra.

>You inform her bluntly.

I oonly say what I feel. And I just doon’t feel any malice.

cat-trolls:

cotestuck:

Rrisoorri.

>You whimper, leaning limp against the other troll. Normally, you wouldn’t let a stranger see you in such a state, but holding it in would have made you more dangerous than you could really handle being.

>When it finally did register that two bodies were hugging you, it was too late and you felt too numb to react with any sort of surprise.

Magine… can they still read? M-aybe I coould wrrite. At least they’d knoow I haven’t f-foorrgootten them…

th⊃y’r⊃ still p⊃rf⊃⊂tly ⊂ons⊂ious. th⊃y sp⊃nd most of th⊃ir tim⊃ r⊃ading, a⊂tually. a l⊃tt⊃r would b⊃ fin⊃. th⊃ probl⊃m is mor⊃ just that bri wants to di⊃, and th⊃ir tattoos won’t l⊃t th⊃m. th⊃ tattoos won’t l⊃t th⊃m do much, r⊃ally. but th⊃y’r⊃ still ⊂ons⊂ious and awar⊃, just mis⊃rabl⊃.

> Hug Risori gently. You’re glad she hasn’t asked about your dual bodies… It’s such a hard situation to explain. Speaking in unison, you attempt to reassure her. 

i’m sorry you hav⊃ to h⊃ar it like this… but pl⊃as⊃ und⊃rstand, bri was always doom⊃d to ⊃nd up like this. w⊃ did all w⊃ ⊂ould, ⊂antus and i, but….

>Your ears pricked up, each pointing at a different body. At least now there was some hope of communicating. You couldn’t bear the thought of just putting them out of your pan and forgetting they ever were.

Then I’ll send soome letterrs with yoou, if yoou doon’t mind.

>You turn and hug one torso and then the other

I’m soorrrry, Magine. I’d have prreerred too meet yoou underr betterr cirrcumstances, but I’m glad too have anyway.

Alrright, Fate…

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

The ears pointed back at him lift and swivel. For just a second, your breath hitches in your throat. What ever he may have thought he deserved, you couldn’t bear to let him hurt any more now than you ever could have.

"H-hug m-me.."

Your voice said, hug, but your round blue eyes  pleaded help.

You look up, biting your lip. You don’t know if you should but you can’t say no to those eyes. Not now.

You drop to all fours and move over to her. You open your arms and bundle her into you. You rub her back softly, purring soothingly. “It’s alright,” you whisper. “It’s okay.”

You look up at him, almost afraid, but you go gratefully limp as he pulls you into a comforting embrace. You ball up in his arms like a scruffed kitten and try not to tremble so hard, putting everything you had into believing him.

thefantrollkit:

cotestuck:

thefantrollkit:

 

> You feel like crying. This whole thing is just so… stupid. It’s frustrating, upsetting, and you’re sure that not even Adrian hates you as much as you hate yourself. Sighing, you press your face into your arms and focus on picking up all of your emotions and compacting them, forcing your tears to retreat so you don’t embarrass yourself further.

D◊n’t ap◊l◊gize, y◊u’re n◊t d◊ing anything wr◊ng. I’m the ◊ne wh◊’s d◊ne s◊mething wr◊ng… If I were a better m◊irail… N◊. If I were a better tr◊ll, then n◊ne ◊f this w◊uldn’t have happened. I w◊uldn’t be jeal◊us f◊r n◊ reas◊n, my m◊irail w◊uld actually want t◊ c◊nfide in me, and I w◊uldn’t make ◊ther pe◊ple feel s◊… awful.

> If you were better, you would be able to hold onto quadrants, but instead they either run from you or you run them off.

> It takes you a second to realize she’s kneading at your back again, and you sit up suddenly, pulling away and tucking your knees up as you turn.

N◊. St◊p that. I… I can’t have y◊u d◊ing s◊mething like that f◊r me when I’m laying here being a selfish little bitch. It just makes me feel like… like… I d◊n’t kn◊w, like I’m taking advantage ◊f y◊u.

>You almost envy her ability to bottle up her emotions and shove them away. You were, of course, capable, but it would have only made you toxic in every literal sense of the word. So you could not safely hold back the tears pouring down your cheeks.

in yoourr poositioon, i may well have fl the same.

>Your voice is soft, soft enough to have been nearly inaudible had her hearing not been very good, but it was steady.

I doon’t blame yoou foorr it, and it dooesn’t make yoou a bad prrsoon.

>Though the words gained volume, they did not gain feeling. It wasn’t that there was no conviction, but to Share it would have also exposed her to the icy pain in your chest, and that was not for her to feel.

>Your ears fall back as she pulls away. For a moment, you’re tempted to reach out to her. You lift your hand and half extend it before pulling it back as if you’re afraid the touch may burn her.

But… yoou werren’t.

> She’s crying. She’s crying and you’re awful and you hate yourself so much that if you could, you’d kick yourself in the teeth.

Shut up, y◊u’re n◊t all◊wed t◊ f◊rgive me f◊r being a terrible pers◊n. I’m awful, understand me? H◊w any ◊f y◊u can stand me I d◊n’t get. I think the ◊nly pers◊n wh◊ gets I’m awful is Adrian, and then he’s still stupid f◊r being my kismesis, s◊ it d◊esn’t matter.

> You don’t miss for a second her reaching out, so looking away, you grab for her and pull her over to you, setting your chin on her head.

St◊p crying already, y◊u did n◊thing wr◊ng…

>Your ears flatten, blue eyes crystalizing as he pulls you over.

Noo.

>You growl very softly, spine stiffening under her hands

Noo oone tells me whoo I can oorr can’t foorrgive oorr foorr what. Yoou huurrt soo yoou lash oout foorr fearr oof hurrting soome oone yoou doont mean too.

> Once again, you soften in her arms, leaning just far enough back to raise your gentle blue eyes to meet hers.

That dooes noot descrribe an awful prrsoon too me.