Anonymous Sat 13 Jul 2024 06:48:59 No.67353960 Report

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>>67353873
>Yeah I don't mind fankid stuff
Nice, here's mine then
I never request fankids but this idea has been stuck in my head since that recent bittersweet Greene and Amber req.
E4 Older sister Amber comes home early from a canceled hang out with her friends and finds Greene in the bathroom having an attack either hurting himself or just about to, she's forced to subdue her manic lil brother but stays with him after, to help him calm down and support him when he comes out of it while their parents get home.

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Anonymous Sat 13 Jul 2024 07:27:51 No.67354632 Report

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>>67354293
Extra Mushrooms, Onions, Sausage
Perfect Pie

Sorry for the delay, computer acted fucky while I was in the middle of typing.
RNGesus chose sibling care.
yoink
>>67353960

>I love the squad to death, but I SWEAR to God they can and will flake at a moment’s notice.
>We’ve had today planned out for nearly a week now. It’s finally Saturday afternoon, only now suddenly everyone’s too busy to commit.
>Maria said the NasCar’s refusing to work and she’s stuck trying to fix it.
>Sera and Melissa both have projects they just gotta get done by Monday.
>And, minor offense intended, it's not like I'm gonna spend an afternoon alone with fucking Cynthia of all people.
>Not that she'd ever crawl out of her cave without Maria dragging her in the first place.
>Or Greene.
>Speaking of--

>As I pull into the driveway of my parents' house--our home, I immediately notice Dad's car is missing. Seems he and Mom must've left to go do something.
>I pull out my phone as I shut the engine off.
>Text from Mom--looks like Grandma and Grandpa needed help with moving something back at their place.
>Cool, at least lets me know where they're at. What I was hoping to really see though was a response from my dipshit brother.
>I had texted him on the way back from the botched meet-up asking him if he had any idea what he'd wanna get for lunch. I was thinking some McDilos, personally, but he's fucking picky and Mom'd throw a fit if I got some and didn't at least offer to get him something too before I left.
>And what do you know it.
>No fucking text. Not even a read receipt.
>Guarantee you he's either sleeping in or has his nose jammed into that fucking plane game he's obsessed with.

>"Greene! You alive up there, dude?!" I shout up the stairs as I swing the front door open, purposefully raising my voice to a shrill pitch. Between his headphones and his snoring, he's essentially dead to the world unless you're screaming at him.

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Anonymous Sat 13 Jul 2024 07:40:18 No.67354821 Report

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>>67354632
>Silence.
>I want to assume he's sleeping, but considering I don't hear a buzzsaw cutting logs from all the way down here, he's obviously up.
>I can't help but let out a growl of irritation. "Greene, I asked you a question, numbnuts!"
>I holler a little louder, taking a step or two up the stairs and craning my body forward, head extended towards the top of the stairwell.
>Nothing.

>"...Weird," I can't help but mutter beneath my breath.
>Because it is. Something's not setting right with me at the moment.
>This isn't the usual my baby brother's being too much of a troglodyte to be socially functioning silence.
>It feels different.
>I wouldn't be gay and say we have a brother-sister psychic link or whatever, but...There is kind of a six sense thing at times.
>You just -know-.
>And right now, I'm feeling itchy.
>"Greene, I swear to God..." Shaking my head, I make my way up the steps and immediately round the corner to my right. His front door's right across from me now.
>And it's slightly ajar.

>"Dude?" I call out as I nudge it open with an elbow--and promptly gag.
>Goddamnit does he not know what air freshener is?
>Shaking my head profusely to try and weather the acrid smell of teenage shut-in assaulting my senses, I do a quick glance around the room.
>Messy bed that hasn't been made since the Civil War, check.
>Computer with a game pulled up a forum on one monitor and a game on the other, looks like the Armyman Three or whatever the hell it is he LARPs on so much.
>"It's not LARPing, it's a realism unit," I mockingly mumble to myself beneath my breath out of reflex. "We use German for the commands, it's suuuuper immersive."
>Shelves full of history books and novels, with a layer of dust thick enough to prove they haven't actually been read, check.
>Greene's room is still showing signs of Greene, yessirree.
>...He's just not in here.
>That feeling's only intensifying.
>I back out of his room, closing the door shut before me as I go.

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Anonymous Sat 13 Jul 2024 07:50:35 No.67354999 Report

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typos in the previous post, hanging myself out of shame

>>67354821
>I start to narrow down possible explanations in my head as I idle in the hall for a moment, eyes staring at the wood of his doorframe.
>In the kitchen downstairs? I would've heard him eating, and he would've definitely heard me.
>Outside in the back yard? Nah, Greene avoids sunlight like a vampire, wouldn't make sense.
>Maybe he's in the laundry room? I would've heard the machines going, unless he--

>I freeze as I heard a shuffle further down the hall, snapping my head towards it.
>I can feel my feathers spreading, wings flaring at the sudden noise.
>It definitely came from the upstairs bathroom. The door's shut, but it's right at the end of the hall.
>"..Greene?"
>No response. I begin to move closer, step by step. Irrational unease has given way to very real concern.
>"You good in there dude?"
>Quiet is all I find, but as I near the bathroom door, I can hear breathing on the other side.
>It's definitely him, you can just identify the cadence of a person's breath when you've lived with them your whole life.
>And he sounds like he just ran a marathon.
>"You're starting to freak me out bro, say something."
>I stop before the bathroom door. Faintly, I can hear a noise begin to come from the other side, and lean towards it, straining to try and listen to him.
>But he doesn't give a proper reply. He's not trying to. He's fucking mumbling to himself.

>And that was the final straw.
>"--I'm opening the door, dude."
>"A-Amber, don't--"
>I might paused at the fear in his voice, so distinct and sharp, made all the clearer by the fact it's the first time I've heard him talk all day today.
>But my hand had already twisted the doorknob and pulled back, swinging the door open.

>My eyes went wide as I saw what was on the other side.

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Anonymous Sat 13 Jul 2024 08:00:00 No.67355157 Report

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>>67354999
>It's certainly Greene.
>Wearing little more than a pair of old basketball shorts and a grey tanktop.
>In any other circumstance, I would've called him a slob and tried to push him to look at least halfway presentable.
>But anything remotely resembling snark's drained out of my body right now; more than likely, so has the blood from my face.
>Greene's huddled on the toilet, sitting on the lid. His wings have been curled around his torso like a cloak. He's holding one of Grandpa Rip's old hunting knives to the edge of his right wing's membrane.
>His eyes are like pinpricks as he looks up at me, wild and terrified, ringed by the oily locks of his hair.

>Wings are incredibly sensitive and important parts of the Pterosaur body.
>Even for a pair of halfbreeds like us.
>Culturally, they hold immense significance. There's a vast amount of dances and displays unique to winged Saurians like us.
>Biologically, we know they're items of such focus, even vestigial as they are in the modern era, due to the amount of nerve endings they often possess.
>Naturally, this lends them to self harm attempts among our kind.
>Females manifest this through destructive preening. Mom told me when I was old enough that she suffered from it, back when she was my age.
>I've...Been tempted to do it before. But I was taught the skills by my parents to avoid it, to overcome it.
>I don't think they've ever given the talk to Greene.
>Clearly not, because there are little red marks along his membranes. Not cuts, but irritation scores.
>He's been trying to muster up the courage to fully commit to the attempt.

>"...A-Amber, I..."

>His whimper pulls me out of my inner monologue.
>He's shaking.
>Instinctively I reach towards him, but that causes him to press the knife closer against his wing. I freeze.
>He hasn't fully committed yet. Those marks were from attempts he chickened out on.
>If I spook him, it might drive him over the edge.
>I need to be here for my baby brother.
>Right now.

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Anonymous Sat 13 Jul 2024 08:11:20 No.67355335 Report

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>>67355157
>"...Hey, buddy."
>I keep my hands raised, fingers fully extended. Slowly, I lower myself to the floor and sit down.
>Greene watches me the entire time, keeping the knife right against his wing. It's only after I've kept my pose for a few seconds that he finally begins to relent.
>He still has yet to speak. Even with my attempts to keep him level, my mere discovery of him attempting this has upset him.
>His breathing's off-kilter and haphazard, gulps and sighs intermixed with heavy, full-chested breaths, likely bordering on a panic attack.
>He's embarrassed.
>He might even be afraid.
>"...Mom and Dad aren't gonna find out, alright?"
>"They will," he mumbles. He's looking away from me now, off towards the shower curtains on the other side of the bathroom. "You're gonna have to."
>"We can do it when you're ready, alright? But not before then."
>"Dad's gonna think I'm a giant pussy."
>"Greene--"
>"I'm such a fuck up, he's gonna be so mad at me--Oh, fuck..."
>That knife's getting closer again.
>"--Mom struggled with this too. He helped her. He will understand, they both will. And so do I. It's okay, buddy. We're here for you."
>"...Why didn't you invite me out to hang with you guys?"

>I hadn't expected that. I blink, and find that Greene's glancing over at me from the corner of his eyes.
>"...I...I didn't think you'd want to," I respond slowly, a frown creeping over my snout. "In the past, when I've tried to nudge you to come out with us, you've always...Y'know...Wanted to stay here and hang with your online friends."
>He sniffled, and nodded quietly.
>"You're right," he mumbled. "But...I don't know. I just...Hearing you ask is still nice. It makes me feel...Considered. Remembered, I guess."
>This line of questioning isn't random. He's dropping hints, very obvious ones.
>"Have you been feeling overlooked recently, Greene?"
>He doesn't respond. His head leans forward, shoulders bobbing briefly like he's trying to feel out the words inside of him.

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Anonymous Sat 13 Jul 2024 08:22:24 No.67355501 Report

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>>67355335
>"Alone's a better way of putting it," he softly said.
>He's quiet then. I want to push him to tell more, but I remember some advice Dad gave me awhile back.
>Sometimes just being a shoulder to vent on is more than enough.
>So fuck it.
>Let's try the Mous Technique. I just give him a slow nod, and wait.
>He looks uncomfortable, and it's enough to make me reconsider--only to begin speaking again.
>"It's not as bad, when some of the guys I game or talk with are around, but...Sometimes they aren't. And it's, like, I dunno. I just start thinking. Maybe they're avoiding me. Maybe they don't actually like me. And that's...Dumb, but it's how I feel."
>I nod quietly, shifting a little closer. Just a wiggle of my hips, a scootch closer on the floor. The knife hasn't gotten any closer. If anything, it's drifting away from the wing.
>"...Whenever that happens, I can just go talk to Mom or Dad for a bit, or...Bug you. But you were gone, then they were gone, and there was no one around and I kept feeling like...Like tar's in my chest, and it got worse and..."
>He squeezed his eyes shut.
>"I just thought this might make it go away, but then when I tried to start it just--It didn't, and then you came home and--Oh, fuck..."
>His shoulders shake as he tries to swallow a sob.
>I need to hit this window, now.

>"I'm sorry, Greene. I--I didn't mean to make you feel this way, intentionally or otherwise."
>I slowly begin to stand up, leaning towards him. He starts shaking again, wings drawing closer. The hand with the blade is curling back into position.
>"I'm here now though. It's okay. You're not a pussy or weak, bubby, you're just hurt. We all go through it. It's fine to need help."
>I extend my hands to him, and give him a smile.
>"Let Sissie help you?"
>He looks between his feet, my hands, and my face.
>The shivering only increases.
>--There's a sharp, harsh clatter, one that makes my wings flare again.

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Anonymous Sat 13 Jul 2024 08:33:05 No.67355652 Report

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>>67355501
>It's only after Greene's body rushes into mine that I realize the noise was the knife slipping from his hand and falling onto the bathroom tiles.
>My baby brother wraps his arms tight around me and squeezes the daylights out of me. His shoulders wrack as an ugly, low cry escapes him.
>"I'm sorry," he mumbles over himself.
>Normally I'd be calling him a fag and telling him to get off of me, but right now I just hug himself, sheltering him in my wings for a moment until he collects himself.
>"You're alright," I reassure my brother, even as I lead him, step by step, out into the hallway. Determined to make distance between him and the hunting knife.

>His sobbing only lasts for a short time. Even when he's having an attack like this, Greene's stoic nature still shines through.
>We had come to sit on top step of the stairwell, chilling out there as he got the hurt out of his system.
>He sniffles, glancing towards me.
>"I'm sorry," he repeats for the upteenth time. "I put myself into this situation and still got bent out of shape over it. I'm a giant fuckin' retard, aren't I?"
>Smirking softly, I give a little shrug. "I think everyone in the family is, man. On Dad's side, at least."
>That makes him laugh, and he nods in agreement.
>"Yeah...You're definitely right." Green huffed, smiling for the first time today. "...Thanks, dude. I--I don't wanna think about what I might've done, if you hadn't come back when you did."
>I reach a hand over and squeeze his shoulder, shaking my head. "You don't gotta thank me for being your sister, dummy. I love you. It kind of comes with being stuck with you."
>That smile remains. "I love you too, sis."

>I grin back--only for it to immediately vanish. "You should seriously take a shower here soon, bro. You smell like ass."
>"Worse than Cynthia?"
>"Please, we wouldn't even be having this conversation if that were the case."

end
sleepiness started kicking my ass @ the last two posts
hope it was still an alright read tho