// There's A Part Of My Brain That Wants To Pick Up Roxy Bc Of Ruin I Can Feel It

// there's a part of my brain that wants to pick up roxy bc of ruin i can Feel it

( pulls him in <3 he would listen forever to u he loves u sm )

jamie craves to lay in the arms of a big strong man and talk about his troubles

what horror trope are you? ━ the monster.

it was not your fault. ━ at first, at least. you cannot help being the way you are. and even if you could, would you choose to change? they met you with torches raised and screaming mouths, the only choice you had was to flee. but you will not stay away forever. they whisper your name in fear, and you will make sure you hurt them just as much as they hurt you.

perhaps old habits never died in beasts as quiet and distant as them ━ claustrophobia turned to comfort from the years of being tucked into corners, half used, half forgotten, as ages took rampage and they did in turn. confined spaces in a bright building full of nothing, high ceilings taller than they could reach, boxes full of everything. Perhaps then its obvious why they roam, tucked under ridges and tables, when the 'plex closes then, and why it's them to be found tucked tightly 'neath a kiddies table in the play center, drawn out by the methodical sound of movement long after there should be none; they were curious then, they were curious now.

long limbs slink out from hiding, a many-jointed snake of parts, clicking in their unravelling from the self-chosen confined space never meant for them. their parts are old, only mended enough to be, a failed idea, but nothing more, and with the old metal comes a certain lack of stealth as they stand, then loom behind the lion, mask tilted, pinprick curiosity as they look down, down, down at her

a question, a voice-box never given, information telegraphed regardless ( the joys of being mechanical )

━ ' what are you doing, kin ? '

" making slime is very calming . " squish , squish . knead , knead . dandie it's almost 2am , please go back to your charger and stop messing with the half - finished slime that the kids left in the daycare .

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I'm a little late to answering this, been very busy, but thank you very very much! I won't be continuing the chain since I know it's not always appreciated and for some of my mutuals its just something they avoid outright, but if any of my mutuals wanna do this too, feel free!!

━ 1 ... on top of writing and being an artist, I play ukulele! or, at least, I'm trying to learn it! I'm a beginner but its very fun when I have the time and the bravery to play it! ( You never realize how loud an instrument is until you have one in your hands and are trying to learn it-! it makes it real tough sometimes since I don't like bothering people ). I also try to do crochet, though I am Very inexperienced and bad at it rn

━ 2 ... I play D&D! this probably isn't a big surprise since, well, roleplayer AND writer AND artist over here ( I swear to God, my brain's like a bingo-sheet ) but I do! It's very fun and I'm very interested in being a DM when I'm not as busy! which... will be a while, I think. I'm relatively good at managing my schedule but that sure didn't stop me from getting involved with 5+ campaigns,,! wish me luck!

━ 3 ... this one's more-so a tip for just talking to me, especially for characters, but if you're having trouble striking up a conversation with me ( WHICH I GET I'm very forgetful and sometimes very busy and sometimes it just slips right past me, you're 100% okay to text me multiple times! Just don't spam all in one day yk! ), PLEASE throw ideas at me! even just muse headcanons help or a dynamic your interested in or really anything, I am an idea generator but my fatal flaw is I need a prompt or nudge to start! I work best when somethings being tossed at me, a 'my muse would respond to xyz in this way' goes a LONG LONG way and I click best with people like that! elaborate on things! insight to your characters gets me hooked because if I wasn't on a base-line interested with them I wouldn't be here yknow!

@theaterrush ━ evren & icarus!

For a bright, blinding moment, there's a pang in Evren's chest that responded to the jab with a simple 'i hate you.' ━━━ like a cold fact of a dead thing already buried, like an answer they already knew but the impulse of their mind felt the need to reinstate: I hate you. The gravity wasn't in the weight, it was in the speed, the snap at which it came to them at. I hate you like a lightning strike. I hate you like a beartrap. I hate you like a blade through a collarbone. ━ a half temptation, but a faulty one. ( Xey had either took the knife from them already, or if they didn't, Evren wasn't interested in proving how predictable they were, the way mankind was unavoidably / the same way mankind is prideful enough to try to avoid it, and how that makes them predictable, too. )

Makes 'them' predictable too. ━ Like Evren wasn't part of mankind enough anymore to say 'us'. Maybe they were. Maybe it was just ill conceit. They weren't interested enough to bother figuring out which.

Evren makes a small, clicking sound with their tongue as they poke at their food they'd gotten as though thoughtful ━ it was just fast-food. they could barely order without being recognized & therefore questioned just a couple days after the 31st. They'd almost asked Icarus to order for them, but decided against it just as quickly.

In the same way they decided to risk it & order for themselves, Evren comes to the same conclusion: they don't hate Icarus, they just don't trust them. But xey weren't doing xemselves any favors, either.

" You can just say I'm a problem, you know, instead of dancing around the words like you did with killing God yourself. Makes it a lot easier on the both of us when you're blunt for a change. " Evren swings the retort back, voice casual & nonchalant for the sharpness ━ almost bitterness ━ in the words themselves, before taking a bite of their food.

They weren't entirely sure of what they expected in the first place when they asked Icarus the question, maybe it was an attempt to know xem better when xey were wholly unknowable up until this point, maybe it was a strange compulsion prompted by the guilt underneath & this was simply how they'd chosen to cope with what had happened and the strain of it all, maybe it was something else entirely. The question had been asked, and now, they were settled to reap its consequences.

━ I don't hate you, I just don't know you. ( in a way, they liked that. Liked them. How strange it was. )

"Plus," they add after finishing chewing, the meat cheap & rubbery " You told me I could use the knife against Them, you didn't say I couldn't use it on anyone else. " anyone deserving. they deserved it. they deserved it. their eye-socket still aches from a pain's origin that no longer exists. " I'd think that'd be a pretty big fine-print. What, not used to people not just doing what you tell them? "