#OPEN FOR INTERACTION

[pete-spankoffski]

Tap, Tap.

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Pete taps the pencil against his desk, twirling it with his fingers a bit. The lined piece of paper waiting to be written on, he fidgets with the pencil, ending with it falling out his hand. He bends down and picks it up.

He had sleeping pills in his drawer. Ted was an idiot if he was gonna trust Pete with these.

. . .

The bridge to Clivesdale wasn’t too far from here. Fuck clivesdale.

He puts on a jacket over his sweater, finding a way out his window. Was he making his way to the bridge? Was he reall-

Yes. Yes he is.

Petes flashlight flickers on, the path to the bridge lit up. He stops on the path, turning to his house, or what was the direction to it. It was so easy to convince him to not, looking at the house was the only thing that stopped him at the moment. That was ironic, he didn’t wanna be home at the moment. He did start to head back to it- his hous-

No. Not his house. Again, he didn’t need to be home right now. He shouldn’t. Instead, he starts his way to the same clearing he went with Cal. The clearing perfect for stargazing. Their stargazing hangout.. some people told him it can even be considered a date, but for dates you’d have to establish that label first.

The same clearing Cal found him in after being brought back to life.

He knows it’s too late for him to be out, especially near Witchwood. Witchwood was always fucked no matter what, but at night? In the dark?

He was alone. Sitting on the patch of grass.

[calaverage]

[Cal sits down on a bench in Oakley Park, tracing a finger over their arm. They couldn't deny, the lightning thing had been pretty sweet. For once, they had a power that didn't seem to have any dumb drawbacks. No migraines or pain. Just a sick taser arm...god they needed a better name for it.

They smile as they watch people go by. Feeling the energy and buzz in the air. The air was always buzzing in Hatchetfield. Not the overwhelming, grating buzz of tech. This was...softer. Almost more natural. A low, steady buzz that could be felt anywhere they went. If it weren't in Hatchetfield, the feeling would almost be comforting.]

[artinartifact]

Turns out that hand did not want a high five

[splinter-sister]

"Instead of gettin' a whole turkey, I jus' got a bag full of th' legs and breasts. Don't ask me how I only got these parts. I will not tell."

[bananahannahh]

Hannah covers her mouth, her legs scrunched up to her chest. She tries so hard to hide her legs as she hides in the corner, a green light coming from behind. She trembles, her backpack hanging on her back.

Footsteps. Footsteps.

She wants to run, she wants to get away but her legs won’t let her. She can’t move.

‘Little girl, Sweetheart~’ She hears the nurse call out, to her. Hannah bites back a whimper. As she hears the two walk off, she’s able to get up. Starting her way she-

trips. The sound of her body slamming against the floor makes a thud, she hears Lex calling for her. Coming closer, coming closer. Lex. She’s coming.

She sits up, Lex infront of her. Her big sisters warm smile. But, no- no. It’s not her. That thing isn’t Lex. The smile grows wider, before she can back away, the thing jumps on her. It was no longer Lex’s voice. It whispers to her.

She shakes her head, tears stream down her cheeks as the thing grabs her face. No, it wasn’t threatening her, it was making a promise. She isn’t alone. She isn’t safe. She will never be, neither Lex nor Ethan. Webby is no longer here to protect her-

Hannah jolts up with a cry, body trembling. She curls up in a fetal position, sobbing. She stuffs her face into her legs.

[as-above-is-moving]

Riot was offered a paid commute back to his Kingdom for the holiday, but he had declined it. There was no one left back home he wanted to spend the day with anyway, unless he decided to have dinner in the graveyard. He'll probably just stay home, unless someone invites him over to their place to celebrate.

[ask-charcoal-cakes]

It’s that time of year again~

So a while back as in a few years back the missletoe thing was practically tradition im not sure if it still is a thing but i never got to participate in it back then and i’ve always wanted to. so here we are i’m now finally able to participate. not keep in mind i know missletoe is usually assosiated with romance and kissing but that isnt what this is about. this has always been a thing open for various interactions be it fun, silly, platonic, flirty or romantic. so don’t think you can’t interact because it’s a “romantic thing” its not the missletoe is just a traditional decoration that stands for love, friendship and is a symbol of good luck and love comes in all forms. So interact with this characters any way you want.

Rules

-interact however you want however respecting the characters and thier boundaries

- respond however you want can be drawing just the characters on the base image or doing your own art of them interacting

- i may respond to interactions just don’t exspect it to be garenteed

- do not being innapropriate as in dont take my drawing and make it weird or do hateful things

- if you have any questions or what to check something just ask

- you can respond via reblog that is preferred

- keep in mind that if your character does kiss mine it doesnt mean anything for the most part unless said otherwise don’t go fantasising stuff

- respect ocs sexualities 

- have fun and don’t feel restricted again feel free to do all kinds of fun things with my ocs the important thing is to be respectful and have fun

- if you need refrences for winter just message me since i don’t have him up officially yet charcoal and sharps are in the pinned post

Character info to keep in mind

Charcoal Cakes

Age: 25

Gender: Cis male

Pronouns: He/They

Sexuality:   bisexual?? [includes nb folk hes still figuring out]

Winter Felts

Age: late 20s

Gender: cis male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: who knows he’s not had time to figure out so be nice to him

Sharp Goldhorn

Age: late 40s ?

Gender: Trans male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Unlabeled [very much likes men]

[egoepicure]

just gonna ramble about my personal experience with being objectum!

also making this a little "share your story" post!

feel free to add your own experience, regardless of how odd you may think it is or how few people you see with the same views.

are you posic? no? do you believe your objectum feelings are due to or partially due to past experiences or neurodivergency? do you only feel certain attraction for objects and do you feel attraction to people? do you experience stuff with your objectum identity that you dont often see other objectum people talk about? i'd love to hear different peoples pov of this!

my personal stuff under the cut!

I feel a tad bit odd about my personal experience with being os/or / objectum. i'm not posic really? i dont view objects as having souls or being alive in any capacity, though a lot of people ive seen on here do that. for me, having something fully able to react and such as a human does kind of puts me off as it brings back any stress of human interaction i experience. this isnt to say i think nothing of the objects around me.

im more of a lowkey spiritual person, i dont practice many things activily, but i hold beliefs. one of those beliefs is everything having energy inside of it. this isn't necessarily a soul or being alive, but regardless of that energies can be attractive. its why i consider myself masc-leaning os/or. things with more "masculine" energy or far more attractive to me.

i can come up with personalities, names, gender, etc for objects, and usually they come naturally based on that energy, but when it comes down to it i dont believe anything of that sort is necessarily real. that doesnt stop me from being attached to and attracted objects, concepts, places, etc.

people have never been very interesting to me, im not sure how much of that is influenced by my being ND (though, definitely the lack of even platonic or familial bonding is part of that), and for me alternative things have always been easier for me to bond and become attached to and i refer to myself as aroace because of this, since im really not attracted to people at all. objects have always been a safe space for me to seek comfort, be openly awkward or embarrassing, experiment, confide in, and honestly it has always been more satisfying and less negative for me that connecting with people, since that doesn't come naturally to me personally.

my object bonding doesnt stop at just positive bonds either lol, there are some objects i HATE (especially some of the machines at my work place... i swear they are difficult on purpose, only act up when they shouldnt... they have the energy of cranky old people doing everything out of spite...). but usually, my bonding is more confusing, i dont think in the simply terms of bonds (platonic, romantic, sexual, aesthetics, whatever) as ive never really understood them too much, and a lot of them overlap or are different depending on time and mood or object ofc. objects are also a space i dont have to be worried about that with though.

i know a lot of objectum people are very attached to their objects of course, and i am too, but due to past experiences with having things taken from me / thrown out on me / changed without my permission, and nd issues with apathy and such i dont think im as caring about "hurting" (again dont view my objects as alive so they cant really be hurt imo) or throwing away objects as even sentimental non-objectum people honestly.

[appeal-zone]

...I'm not giving Iono the phone with this account until she apologizes for insulting me like that :/

meanie. .):&jskxjdo3827/$ $:)71sjd):$.

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HIIIYA CIAO IT'S IONO HEEERE!!! (stole the phone <3)

now that THAT bitch (loving) is gone, I!!! will be here ALL WEEK (and even longer~) to answer YOUR!! questions!

So send away!! I'm sure that my partner in crime would be happy to answer too! ...iiiiiif she still wants to talk with me after this. ʕº̫͡ºʔ(｡ŏ﹏ŏ)

[pastelplasters]

a new band oc!! hes a 80s singer and hes open for oc connections like shipping !!

[as-above-rp]

[CoS: Open for interaction]

The sun was setting, and Kairi was checking on her water collection setups when a sickening feeling washed over her; A pit formed in her stomach, and her chest felt tight. She placed a hand over her heart as the panic rose. She tried to breathe through it until the feeling subsided. While her heart eventually settled down, that empty pit was still in her gut.

Something....something was very wrong.

Kairi looked back towards where she had left Lucifer to his thoughts. Maybe, they should stick closer tonight. Securing their water collectors, she left to go find him again.

[pete-spankoffski]

[ Pete walked along the streets of Hatchetfield, wearing his usual greenish sweater, with a sort of diamond pattern. His phone stuffed into his pocket as he rushes to get somewhere, or maybe he’s just nervous. ]

[ He does seem a bit fidgety. It’s cold out, where a slight drizzle begins. He doesn’t mind, glancing around. He feels a breath on his neck, turning to nothing. Something is watching him, and he knows it. He knows. He can feel it. ]

“Fuck..”

[calaverage]

[Cal sat on a rock in the middle of the Witchwood, twiddling a stick in their fingers. Their heart was still racing over what happened at the mall. How could they have been so stupid? It's not like they're of actual help to anyone. It just gave the poor guy a bunch of false hope and he was worse than he was before like always-

The stick in Cal's hand snapped in half. It was so much. It was always so much. Hatchetfield bullshit, what's going on with Pete, now throwing having to go back home on top of it...they just wanted to melt away from the world, let the wind blow them whereever it wished. Not forever, just for a little bit. Just long enough to be a goddamn break.]

[starry-osha]

I found a hallway completely coated in what was either acid or blood, and I'm equal parts concerned, confused and terrified

[splinter-sister]

"AIGHTY! General question fer all yew folks able to bite th' dust."

"When you die, who're th' 6 carryin' yew to yer dirt bed?"

[bananahannahh]

[ Hannah walks around the park, looking nervous. She tried taking her mind off everything, staying far from Tabby’s house calmed her down a bit. Not that she didn’t wanna be there, Blue.. people. They were around. They always would be. ]

[ She wears a backpack, which Lex had titled “magical”. Lex had let her go on a walk, surely she was mature enough to go on her own for a bit. ]