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long overdue

sometimes i miss doing fanbot stuff. i don’t think i could go back, not the way i left things.

i don’t really know what happened to crib and the mouse. their fundamental characters have survived as humans in a completely different rp medium. but their robots? i don’t know.

and ultimately, I’m too disconnected from what’s going on in the community now to try to catch up with everyone’s stories again. 

as many plot threads as i dropped months ago, i feel like the most i’d ever be able to do now would be conjecture about how they concluded, if their lack of resolution hasn’t already retconned their happening completely. i find an almost-comforting, sad irony in the sense that the last threads i replied to were in part a conversation about the fear of disappearing. 

i guess mostly, i’m sorry for alienating myself from everyone else, and dropping off the map. these characters will always be important to me, and i’m glad i got to play with everyone as long as i did.

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"Oh, Crum," soothes Crib, relief settling over her as she completely fails to grasp that there might be any real gravity behind the words. 

She assumes he's not talking about dying. Dying and disappearing were fundamentally different things; and fear of dying at least was normal-- expected, even-- and certainly nothing to duck your head at.

Kids were scared of a lot-- and there was a lot to be scared of in the world, she knows that plenty well. Even if being afraid of disappearing sounded like something people might might say were irrational-- about as reasonable as, if more despairing than, being scared of closet monsters-- she can understand it, that kind of gnawing, isolated, helpless sort of feeling.

Considering how few friends she knows Crumpet to have, it doesn't seem unreasonable for him to be overtaken by it. 

"That's nothing to be ashamed of, darlin'," she says, trying to look as reassuring as her face allows. "Bein' alone makes me feel that way too."

Reunion

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Casey and Matilda, human AU crib & TM. They’re like sixteen, seventeen here.

tm’s having nonna this.

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[[i wanna play toooooo]]

Someone on my feed said “RPG Maker”. Somebody with more brains than me needs to plan an RPG story line with Shi’s garage and Punchy’s work and Bottler being a villain, and random scrapper battles when you cut through alleyways, and little side quests of helping Dowel get from…

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puppy

{furry wiggly easily-confused things. don't play with bitey ones.}

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Flower

{some weird lazy ritualistic sex organ designed around getting small insects to do all the heavy lifting for you. pretty things and last longer when squished in books.}

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Heart

"That organ what pumps blood through humans, but sometimes heart's just the core somethings, or strong feelings."

{like the shittiest elemental power you could possibly have, who the fuck thought that was a good idea}

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Brutal

"Excessively violent and cruel. Nonny, honestly, we've got a dictionary if'n you need to borrow one."

{that one time an anon gave crib a baby doppelganger and then she smashed it}

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Son

"Someone's boy offspring who they take care of, no? I, uh, was that a trick question or--"

{usually some little asshole who comes pre-attached to an overprotective mom}

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Sliding

{what you do when the lake freezes over and crib keeps telling you to come back inside because it's snowing except she's too heavy to come out on the lake and make you so you just do that for an hour anyway}

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Put a word in my inbox and I will define it in terms of my muse.

For example, if I got sock, I’d define it in terms of how my muse views it. Sock (n.) a warm, cozy something to wear on the feet for comfort and sliding on wood floors

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[[writing things i can't show to other people because they're aftermath to things that haven't happened yet more like violent gross sobbing alone in the corner]]

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For a very long moment, Crib falls quiet, thinking long on her own fears and all there was to be afraid of in the city. It takes a few more such moments to exhaust the list.

She shifts uneasily in place, fingers clinking softly around Crumpet's.

"I," she says carefully, "don't think that there's anything t' be done about my worrying over you. Don't think anything in this small universe could keep me from it. Part of caring for people an' having friends is worryin' when things ain't right."

Her bellows let out a slow sigh of air. Doors were certainly a step up from being out in the open, but to her it hardly seemed like an improvement to be confined by them. It wasn't quite the thought of him living here that troubled her (it did trouble her knowing he'd already been hurt in a fall, that he was living here in fear and hiding) so much as the thought of it being the only thing he did.

"...What are you most afraid of?" she asks gently.

Reunion

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[[CRUMPET NO

CRIB LOVES YOU VERY MUCH NO MATTER WHAT SHHH]]

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[[afternoon rebagel]]

[[Finally not missing like ten billion people; also, I cleared out all the old abandoned blogs that were cluttering it up and put them on their own page. c:

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[[BOLTS UPRIGHT IN BED

HANDY

I FORGOT HANDY]]

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[[Finally not missing like ten billion people; also, I cleared out all the old abandoned blogs that were cluttering it up and put them on their own page. c:

Let me know if I'm still missing anyone or a description is atrociously outdated, i think I got everything. :I]]