"N-no, D-don't Trust Her... Please... Stay In Where It's Safe. Please... It's Too Dangerous... I... I

"N-no, d-don't trust her... please... stay in where it's safe. Please... it's too dangerous... I... I can't even protect you if she were to try to kill you,"

Heyy..Nate

I’m sorry about what happened back there. Now I’ve been . .told I need to be nicer to you. I don’t listen to people of authority but that was a suggestion, and by my freewill I decide I’ll try to bond with you. As long we keep our distance from each other, I don’t expect to instantly warm up to you

Either way, there’s one thing I’m still confused about. Why you called me "big sister" we haven’t met before besides that one encounter.

@copper-9spurgatory (ᓀ ᓀ)

he looks embarrassed "I I thought you were the jay that um stabbed my core with the tail I'm sorry for the misunderstanding" he offers his hand wanting to be sorry

I miss my Jaybird... and her wavy hair

Okay but J with curly/wavy hair, yes? Yes.

Gotta say writing the comfort scenes for my J (and Tessa) fanfiction makes me sappy. Now I couldn't get the image out of my head that Tessa opens up Js hair to brush it and being like "omg what the fuck girl your HAIR!!!! it's gotten CURLY???"

just completely in awe & J not knowing how to take the compliments lol

(find the fanfiction here hehe shameless self ad: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59188150/chapters/150925069)

The Robotic Tessa was afraid at first, and then, that song... The song she had thought was about her when she was a tot, back before any drones, doing her best to sit still for her Father back when he cared as he redid her braids and retied all her ribbons. A fairly faded out and fuzzy memory, but... that song, it made Tessa feel safe.

She remembered why she loved to sing. All those songs she would sing, they were songs she learned when she was little, and they were both a comfort and an auditory stim.

Tessa sat nice and still, feeling her J working though the tangles carefully, surprised that despite the tangles, there was a very light pull but no strain signals came from the clasps.

She eventually waited for a pause in J's brushing as she remarked, "This... this feels nice..."

Feral J AU - Mutuals Roleplay - Bringing her Out of Hiding.

Tessa sat in her bedroom, she hadn't left in 4 days since the incident with the Feral J, she sat in the dark on her charger bed, with her laptop, bottles of strawberry oil were littered around the room so badly it was starting to smell like a Strawberry Shortcake Doll factory.

Tessa's hair, the glorious length that had been stolen from her, had been replaced with a long and tangled mess, tied up in a high ponytail. Still draped over her shoulders were the tensor bandages, even though the injuries had scarred over. She didn't also either bother wearing a pretty dress and bows, just a plain black cotton dress with a long floor length skirt. She sat looking at cute cat photos, but everytime she'd hear a sound, she would jump a little.

She no longer sang, or laughed, nor was even @sd-lowercase-j able to coax her gently back from this depressive episode.

Tessa had not only lost her anger and fight towards the feral J, but she had somewhat lost herself in the fray.

my baby boy

Winning Smile.

Tessa smiled at Cyn's words, fitting on the glossy new wig that was a lighter material so it being about chest length wouldn't put strain on Cyn's neck. "She was a wicked and vile woman," Tessa cheekily giggled before she went back to her box of accessories and found a headband with some yellow puppy dog ears and put it on Cyn's head gently. "There we go, as cute as a puppy."

She invited Cyn over to the peroxide wash station and helped her onto a step stool so she could watch

"Trying to interact with other worker drones... Has become difficult. They don't trust me." Cyn frowned.

*puts a few J plushes on the front desk for Tessa*

- feral J au

-her lipquivers and she grabs all the plushies, starting to cry and hugging them- I miss MY Jaybird... th-th-thank you, anon