This was, without a doubt, the worst idea Dad had ever had. Seethe still wasn’t at all convinced it was intentional, so much as a bizarre twist of fate that Dad decided to take credit for. One minute they were wandering the meadow, Seethe dodging Dad’s annoying affection and Pixel stitching him back up when he tripped over himself trying to get away, and Mom fussing over him all the while - much more welcome than Dad’s attempts, for damn sure. The next they were stumbling into Pangea, took a wrong turn or some shit, he honestly didn’t even know. Just suddenly the lush greenery was giving way to rocky canyon walls and there they fuckin’ were. And they weren’t alone, either.
Some dick who looked an awful lot like Pix except with a black tail instead of pink to match his mane was huddled together with three other folks with varying degrees of Dad’s pink. Some punk who was all-over pink without even Dad’s dumb orange stockings, but roaned out to a soft pastel pink on his body. A couple of bays that might as well have been twins, their points Dad’s same hot pink. Hot as in eye-gouging, not as in sexy. Fuckin’ gross. All four of them were huddled together talking, lookin’ like they were plotting no good. Or just talking about the weather or maybe muttering about how they’d all ended up here, who fuckin’ knew?
And standing off to the side like their own little offshoot was a guy all purple with a softer, toned down version of Dad’s pink in place of white for his markings, some chick who was solid black with like, a purple sheen to her, and a tiny little purple girl with black hair and wings, who kept like...shimmering other colors across her skin, trying to match the people she was seeing but always falling back into purple and black.
“Ohhs!” Dad growl-exclaimed in his odd voice, then carried on with his fuckin’ weird mannerisms. “Hulloz! What are alls of you doing here? Hummm. Seeeeethe, my Pixelface, cometh a’here. Yara my dara-lin’, this’s ummm. Wells, this is some of your stepchildrens. Most. Almost all, that’s Chessie an’ Orias an’ Ludo, Chistery, where’s your twinsy hiding? Fiery, where’s your motherisss? Plus step-grandchildrens, just a couple, there’s lots of those. Chessiecat, is a new baby? Such a pretty! Well dones, you two!” And then he grinned like an idiot and galumphed over to snuggle the pile of fucking strangers who were apparently what, Seethe’s half-siblings?! How exactly was he just finding out about this shit?!
“What the fuck?” he asked, glancing at Mom and then Pix, trying to tell if they’d had any fuckin’ clue they had a whole extended family they didn’t know shit about. They both looked pretty flabbergasted, Pix pickin’ her jaw up off the ground and Mom’s big blue eyes all wide and startled. Ugh, fuck, Dad was a goddamn moron. It almost maybe a little bit helped that everyone he’d introduced as his looked old, or at least a few years older than Seethe. So like. Not recent. Not like he’d run off and knocked up other chicks and was bringing home surprise babies. But fuckin’ still.
“Hello,” Mom said, naturally recovering first. “It’s...nice to meet you all. I’m Yara. Seethe, Pixel, come say hello.” Like she wasn’t asking them to pretend this wasn’t the weirdest fuckin’ day of their lives, Pixel pasted a smile on her face and stepped forward, heading for the cute fluffy baby color-changer who looked like the safest place to start. Smart. Dammit, she always was quick on the uptake.
“Hi there, I’m Pixie. What’s your name?” she said with a smile, lowering her head to meet the floof.
“Jew!” The fuck? Seethe raised a brow and looked at the guy who was apparently his older brother. Named your fuckin’ kid Jew, what kinda crazy--
“Jewel,” her mom corrected with a soft laugh, lowering her head to nuzzle the baby’s back right between her wings. “She’s still learning how to talk.”
“Cuuute,” Pix crooned, beaming at the baby. Oh shit, at their fuckin’ niece. Yeah no there was no mindfuckery here. Nothing trippy about this at ALL.
“Hey,” punkass pink roan guy said with a nod Seethe’s way, and Seethe pinned his ears back and glowered.
“What the shit do you want?” Seethe snarled, brow furrowing even deeper when the jackass just laughed and bumped his shoulder against Pix’s look-alike, who looked up long enough to smirk at Seethe and piss him off more.
“Oh look, another one. He’ll fit right in with your scowls, Ry. And he’s even pinker than you are!”
Seethe scowled and took another look, and the fucker was right. He was the pinkest damn one here other than Dad. Motherfuck. Everything was stupid and he hated all of them instantly. Maybe a volcano would go off under them and wipe them all out at once, rid the world of their motherfucking pink. He could hope.
Some dick who looked an awful lot like Pix except with a black tail instead of pink to match his mane was huddled together with three other folks with varying degrees of Dad’s pink. Some punk who was all-over pink without even Dad’s dumb orange stockings, but roaned out to a soft pastel pink on his body. A couple of bays that might as well have been twins, their points Dad’s same hot pink. Hot as in eye-gouging, not as in sexy. Fuckin’ gross. All four of them were huddled together talking, lookin’ like they were plotting no good. Or just talking about the weather or maybe muttering about how they’d all ended up here, who fuckin’ knew?
And standing off to the side like their own little offshoot was a guy all purple with a softer, toned down version of Dad’s pink in place of white for his markings, some chick who was solid black with like, a purple sheen to her, and a tiny little purple girl with black hair and wings, who kept like...shimmering other colors across her skin, trying to match the people she was seeing but always falling back into purple and black.
“Ohhs!” Dad growl-exclaimed in his odd voice, then carried on with his fuckin’ weird mannerisms. “Hulloz! What are alls of you doing here? Hummm. Seeeeethe, my Pixelface, cometh a’here. Yara my dara-lin’, this’s ummm. Wells, this is some of your stepchildrens. Most. Almost all, that’s Chessie an’ Orias an’ Ludo, Chistery, where’s your twinsy hiding? Fiery, where’s your motherisss? Plus step-grandchildrens, just a couple, there’s lots of those. Chessiecat, is a new baby? Such a pretty! Well dones, you two!” And then he grinned like an idiot and galumphed over to snuggle the pile of fucking strangers who were apparently what, Seethe’s half-siblings?! How exactly was he just finding out about this shit?!
“What the fuck?” he asked, glancing at Mom and then Pix, trying to tell if they’d had any fuckin’ clue they had a whole extended family they didn’t know shit about. They both looked pretty flabbergasted, Pix pickin’ her jaw up off the ground and Mom’s big blue eyes all wide and startled. Ugh, fuck, Dad was a goddamn moron. It almost maybe a little bit helped that everyone he’d introduced as his looked old, or at least a few years older than Seethe. So like. Not recent. Not like he’d run off and knocked up other chicks and was bringing home surprise babies. But fuckin’ still.
“Hello,” Mom said, naturally recovering first. “It’s...nice to meet you all. I’m Yara. Seethe, Pixel, come say hello.” Like she wasn’t asking them to pretend this wasn’t the weirdest fuckin’ day of their lives, Pixel pasted a smile on her face and stepped forward, heading for the cute fluffy baby color-changer who looked like the safest place to start. Smart. Dammit, she always was quick on the uptake.
“Hi there, I’m Pixie. What’s your name?” she said with a smile, lowering her head to meet the floof.
“Jew!” The fuck? Seethe raised a brow and looked at the guy who was apparently his older brother. Named your fuckin’ kid Jew, what kinda crazy--
“Jewel,” her mom corrected with a soft laugh, lowering her head to nuzzle the baby’s back right between her wings. “She’s still learning how to talk.”
“Cuuute,” Pix crooned, beaming at the baby. Oh shit, at their fuckin’ niece. Yeah no there was no mindfuckery here. Nothing trippy about this at ALL.
“Hey,” punkass pink roan guy said with a nod Seethe’s way, and Seethe pinned his ears back and glowered.
“What the shit do you want?” Seethe snarled, brow furrowing even deeper when the jackass just laughed and bumped his shoulder against Pix’s look-alike, who looked up long enough to smirk at Seethe and piss him off more.
“Oh look, another one. He’ll fit right in with your scowls, Ry. And he’s even pinker than you are!”
Seethe scowled and took another look, and the fucker was right. He was the pinkest damn one here other than Dad. Motherfuck. Everything was stupid and he hated all of them instantly. Maybe a volcano would go off under them and wipe them all out at once, rid the world of their motherfucking pink. He could hope.
Present:
Morphling
Yara
Seethe
Pixel
Chessie
Jaryn
Jewel
Hook (in utero)
Chistery
Orias
Ludo
Fireling
If you have any Morphling descendants, feel free to jump in and join the family reunion! Or um. Does it count as a reunion if it's the first time they've met? Detaaaails.