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Another square bites the dust! Seriously tell me which ones next with which siblings I'm indecisive :,D

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The headrest looks like it would fit hunter and amity

There ya go! Wasn't sure which one in which role but I thought this fit 😅

What next?

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Can you do Boscha x Edric trapped in a lighthouse? If not that's okay too thank you

sorry for making you wait so long! I hope you get to see this, question asker, and I hope you like it! I hadn’t heard of this ship before so I wanted to do something silly and wholesome! thanks for the patience!

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“I can’t believe I would listen to Amity after everything,” Boscha grumbled, crossing her arms. “Telling me to meet her down by the old lighthouse…she probably knew the boiling rains were about to start, too…” As she sat on the splintering wooden floor, she realized all three of her eyes were fighting back tears. Not of sadness, of course- Amity lost her chance to be Boscha’s friend and frankly, Boscha didn’t really care about the loss. No, they were tears of embarrassment. She leaned against old crates draped with worn ropes and realized this whole adventure was just a trick from Amity so her time with Luz wouldn’t be interrupted. Well, fine. I needed some alone time.

As if on cue, she heard the noise of something heavy falling on the upper level of the lighthouse. She sprung to her feet, fists clenched. Her mind went completely blank, forgetting all the magic she knew. Adrenaline was taking control, and she only half-noticed, with a hint of despair, that she soon found herself bounding up the winding stairs of the old building. “Who’s there?” She shouted.

“B-Boscha?” A familiar male voice answered. She stopped dead in her tracks. “Edric? What are you doing here?” Her knuckles were now a bright white from being clenched so tightly. Edric popped up from behind a stack of crates and immediately noticed the offensive position she’d taken. “I don’t think I could win a fight against a grudgby player,” he said lamely. She glanced down at her hands and let them fall to her sides. “My question still stands.”

He dusted himself off before responding, “For your information, I was working on an illusion for class. I wanted to see if I could make a kraken.”

“Could you?”

“Could I what?”

Boscha stared incredulously for several moments. “Make the kraken.”

“Oh!” He laughed, pretending to hit himself in the forehead with his palm before  suddenly getting serious. “Do you see one?” Boscha let out the loudest sigh she could. Before she could respond, he immediately cut in: “Clearly not. I could have, but then the rains started, and I’d need to be on the top of the lighthouse for it to work. So I’m stuck here now, with you.”

They stood in an uncomfortable silence for several moments before Boscha asked, “So what did you drop?”

Edric turned a bright red. Behind him, a many-tentacled little beast with a dangerously sharp beak screeched. It padded around madly, making satisfying pop-pop-pop-pop sounds. “I thought you said you needed to be outside,” Boscha smirked.

Edric rolled his eyes before the little kraken disappeared. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“Your stupid sister was trying to get me to go away,” Boscha said quickly and bitterly, turning from him. She made a move for the staircase, hoping to wait out the rest of the storm on a lower level from the Blight son, before he grabbed her shoulder. “Sorry,” he said immediately, putting his hands up defensively. “But, maybe you two just…aren’t good for each other anymore.”

    Boscha opened her mouth to answer, but once again he was faster. “You’re not a bad person. You know that, right? You’re cool, and you’re talented, and you’re cute…” A pause before shaking his head, as if to right his thoughts. “But that doesn’t mean you’re always gonna have the same friends forever.”

    Boscha crossed her arms in front of her chest, almost protectively. Her face was burning, for a multitude of reasons. Edric sighed, and turned to sit on the nearest crate. He patted the space next to him until she finally gave in and sat next to him. “She abandoned me.”

    He considered this for a moment. Boscha wasn’t looking at him, which was okay. He was confused why he was so suddenly shy. This never happened. “It was just so sudden she changed, and then all of a sudden I was the bad guy for just being me.” The tears were starting to well up again.

    “Maybe it didn’t happen the way it should have,” Edric started to say slowly. “But maybe it needed to happen. For both of you. Sometimes you’re just in different places. Maybe she could’ve been a better friend, but maybe you could’ve, too…?” He said this with extreme hesitation, once again aware that he wouldn’t be able to win a fight against a grudgby player. Instead, she put her head on his shoulder and sighed for several seconds. “Maybe.”

    They stayed that way for a small eternity before suddenly Boscha felt a tiny pop-pop sensation on her calf. She kicked her leg up to see another tiny kraken clinging to her pant leg. “How many of these did you make?” She laughed, wiping her eyes. Edric smiled. “Probably too many. Can’t even find them all.”

    After several moments of quietly unsticking tentacles from her pant leg, Boscha and Edric proceeded to do a sweep of the entire lighthouse, top to bottom, laughing and collecting the tiny krakens. The storm had stopped hours ago, but neither of them pretended to notice.