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heyo! it's been a long time, i know, but I'm did want to say that until further notice, rk and roger will ( most ) likely be moved to my multi muse @deathwis !! all follows will be from @lawrising , but yeah! these blogs are just very cluttered and i do want my ln muses to be on my multi just incase, though their activity will be. limited! but yeah, if you wish to keep writing with them ( or me for that matter ) hit me up over on the two blogs mentioned! thanks for sticking around <3

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hey, hey, since i'm too lazy to spiff up my promo right now, take this bad boy instead! LIKE & / OR REBLOG if you want to interact with the detective!

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psst, hey. it's still a heavy wip, but if you wanna write with me, go follow me over at @lawrising ! this guy has been my main muse for a whole year and i'll be way more active other there. and since he's from an obscure show, i'd love some support !!!

so yeah, that's where i'll be spending most of my time! so excited to write with anyone who follows me over. missed you guys <3

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hey!! sorry for the absence as of late, i've been in the middle of moving states! so replies and activity are going to be extremely slow, but i'll be back around when im able. thank you for your patience ❤

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you're not like the seven everyone portrays you as. where's your shyness? your awkwardness? no wonder nobody bothers sticking around as your "companion"

understanding the nomes was hard, seeing as all he ever heard were noises from them. he finds himself listening in on one little gray nome ( where were these newly colored ones coming from? ) that's waddled in front of him. what he hears isn't something he likes. the garbled words hit hard, almost like a wave crashing over his small body. tiny boy in blue wincing from the blow, hands instinctively in front of him— his cheap version of a shield. sudden aggression was a weakness no one could prepare for accurately, not even a survivalist well trained in righting failures of times past. his eyes are veiled behind greasy hair ; though his mouth speaks wonders with the way his tickled-pink lips tremble. if anyone looked at him closely, he would appear as though he was about to cry.

but the runaway tries to toughen up, tries to steel his jaw from it's worried clicking. flexing his tiny paws into fists, scrambling for that fighting nature.

" i'm not a seven ! " he shouts, before remembering himself. flushing deep scarlet ( familiar to flesh six ripped open long ago ) at his mishap. " i'm not shy or awkward because it's... it's been squeezed out of me, okay ? "

truth guzzles out, lacking his sharpness. instead it almost sounds honeyed— the complete truth. the boy wraps his arms around his stomach, bending over from the weight of it. why did everyone think he had to act a certain way? haven't they seen the life he's lived? children don't go through this, so he refuses to act like a child anymore. and even then he still carries a shred of kindness underneath his frail skin! just because he's survival-orientated doesn't mean he's cruel or lacks anything good in him...

( but he comes up lacking because it's true, cruelty is embedded in his bones )

he's not anything. he's just here. a speck among the warped world trying to live to see if there's anything under his layers worth exposing to people. who's seven? who's rk? everyday he grows more and more distant to the portrayal everyone expects of him.

what really makes him shudder is the dig at his loneliness. at first he opens his mouth to spew about how loneliness is freedom, but none of that comes out like intended.

he instead says, " yeah, nobody sticks around because i'm hard to deal with. nobody who i ever loved stays forever and... " why is he saying this?

" when they realize how hard i am they don't realize what i'll do for them. and so they leave. and then something terrible always happens . "

a girl in a yellow raincoat tearing into his new flesh, a clawed hand dragging him deeper under the ice water. he's alone and he knows why nobody sticks around. everything the strange-looking nome said was true, and the boy can't help but collapse to his knees at the weight of it all. maybe he'll rest a few days and... forget this ever happened.

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My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!

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//sorta dibs! Like, we haven’t interacted yet but your blog makes me go 👀

send me dibs!

aaaah thank you !! this means so much to hear, im glad my blog makes you feel anything despite us not interacting yet ! thanks for the dibs and we definitely need to make our muses engage sometime *nudge nudge*

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... of course, the stowaway finally opens his tiny, bruised mouth after everything has long since settled down. it was in his nature to observe and watch before bothering with words, remaining quiet until it was time ( or because he found it fun ) to speak.

“ you guys are getting called monsters ? and getting upset about it ? ”

the boy in blue presses his hands against his mouth to stiffle a laugh.

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send me a ‘dibs’ if you are ridiculously attached to me as an rp partner

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so I finally watched opal and.... brainrot is real

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how PECULIAR . . . was a man content within the confines of hell ,

ROGER, THE JANITOR muse from little nightmares. give this a like, reblog, or follow if you wish to engage ( with this silly old man )

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The final chapter is written.

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. monster seven verse

during the events of secrets of the maw, seven never manages to escape the depths. when confronting the granny, she manages to win ; yanking the poor boy into the water to drown. however he doesn't die. even as his lungs fill with murky waters and his skin bloats, he doesn't die. instead, he changes

blacking out, seven can't recall how long it's been, or what happened. death takes him for a moment, nicking him of memories during his transformation. but when he does awake, it's like being reborn. his eyes ( now inky pools ) blink open in the darkest parts of the depths. fingers like claws and his mouth permanently a sharp frown— a nome hat shaped from his own spine. the ankle chain is now connected to the water, limiting him from getting far on the surface of the boat. not to mention his long hair is worse than before, shaggier and practically a mullet in the back.

with the granny no where to be found, and little memories of before, he has taken her place

. a lonely boy, now larger than life itself, trapped in the maw during this loop

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such a question prods at his very privacy, wiggling for intimacy— the closeness of an honest, heart-full answer. growing up was secret, body changing against your will while you run and run away. becoming as big as the monsters you once cried over. to grow up was a blessing and a curse, and to talk about it was reserved for your most trusted ally. hushed whispers between you and a friend, cradled into one another's sides.

and this doctor was no close friend of his. rk tucks his chest in when asked, arms wrapping around himself as a makeshift shield. perhaps he was stalling within his own troubled mind. going through the motions of what aging meant and repeating how bad this thing was. because honestly, he didn't know. survival was all that mattered to the wayward boy, always reaching for another day to live. though he never really knew what came after survival. adulthood? what's that even like?

he angles his chin downward, cowardice coating such a small frame. " like m-myself... " he'll always be some dirtied up boy, that won't change.

but what will he be? that's a harder question.

" a monster. isn't that what all adults are? "

✂ * @chainrattle​ !  ✗ ✗ ✗  checked in.

“ Well   what do YOU want to look like when you grow up? What will you be? Come on~ we all have to eventually… ”

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hey hey hey

I know I got a LOT of drafts to do but I'm working on them slowly !!

im taking a bunch of lazy days but hollar if you need anything! and feel free to follow @blindarmed while you're at it bc roger muse is strong

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how PECULIAR . . . was a man content within the confines of hell ,

ROGER, THE JANITOR muse from little nightmares. give this a like, reblog, or follow if you wish to engage ( with this silly old man )

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  a storm is coming. that coat should come in useful.

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