#worm ask

Stinky rat man, evil little twunk‼️‼️

(I want to obliterate him on a daily basis-)

WHO SAID THAT?!?

Nuh uh continue 👂👂👂👂 im listening. My pussy ear is wide to hear.

Statler snorts a laugh, covers their mouth the back of their hand and wills their giggles to disappear—it’s almost a majestic display of self-control. When you lightheartedly glare at them, Statler swiftly placates you, says, “Sorry. Sorry. You caught me off guard. That was very cute.”

“Is that a no?” you pout.

“If you were a worm...” Statler thinks their answer for a few seconds.

Then, they seem to come up with an appropriate(ly embarrassing response), and they wrap your arms around your waist, squeeze lightly and continue, “If you were a worm— I would make you a little worm-bed in a little worm-house and I would tell you little worm-stories and kiss your little worm-forehead.”

Statler nods, satisfied by their own response. They look up/down at you expectantly—like a puppy.

You stare back at them and ask, “What if I’m a big worm?”

the famous "would you still love me if I were a worm?" 🥺 question asked by the mc and how the ros would respond. thanks in advance and take care! 💞

Hello! Thank you so much! 💕 and omg you asked me the worm question, I’ve finally achieved the ultimate status 😳

K:

A:

Reese:

Luisa:

Cody:

Noah:

“I’m not sure how to answer this, but yes. Atticus is my beloved. We are boyfriends.”

Ah the legendary worm ask 😌 akddjskd

The Healer:

The Sage:

Oisein:

The Magesmith:

“A worm?”

J crinkles their nose in the way they usually do when they’re a bit confused. They tilt their head at you, scratch the back of their neck—probably wondering just how seriously they’re supposed to take you.

You nod, “Yeah. A worm.”

“I’ve never claimed to understand you,” they eventually say, “But this is too much.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Do you want it to be a yes?”

“Of course!”

J sighs a little, “Whatever makes you happy.”

With a little cheeky grin, you try to prompt, “Whatever makes me happy? Will you say it, then?”

“I would—” they pause, lick their lips, shoot you a tiny smirk, “I would try not to step on you and kill you. If you were a worm.”

Travis barely spares you a glance as he tells you, “You spend too much time online.”

“But, but—” you pout a little “Would you? I’d be a good worm.”

And he scoffs, throws you a glare like it’s an accusation. Travis’ eyes soften after a split of second, and then he looks away.