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[whittling-madness]

i glanced over your intro post again hunting for your pronouns and noticed the thing about not being british and YOURE SO REAL that’s why the only two tma rp blogs i got are both of my american ocs . marilyn i love you i am not learning british slang to rp you

—📹 Anon

HAH

I just gave up with Marius and decided that I didnt care

also! I realize now that I didn’t put my pronouns on this blogs intro so like. lemme go do that

// updated!! Im smart trust gang

// updated again. okay so I did put them and I am just Unobservant

[whittling-madness]

people always think artefacts can't be top surgeries until it turns around and bites them in the dick

// I HAVE NO WAY TO ANSWER THIS IN CHARACTER BECAUSE IM LAUGHING SO HARD. THANK YOU ANON DO NOT WORRY THIS MAY BE THE WRONG BLOG HOWEVER. FUNNY AS FUCK

[whittling-madness]

“But I can.”

Dark Eyevitar!James from @dangerous-documentation

I’m so normal about this if you can’t tell. I’m so normal.

bonus doodle: [Immediately trips over something]

[whittling-madness]

Understandable honestly. Fire’s pretty cool

oh, hey. man its wild how many employees of the institute you can find here. anywho. hello hi

- @firestartingyuri

Yeah there are a lot of us on here. Kinda crazy. Hi. (:

Also your url reminds me of a friend, so that’s cool

[whittling-madness]

I don’t know what that is but that sounds like something they’d like regardless. Shoutout to my favorite arsonist

oh, hey. man its wild how many employees of the institute you can find here. anywho. hello hi

- @firestartingyuri

Yeah there are a lot of us on here. Kinda crazy. Hi. (:

Also your url reminds me of a friend, so that’s cool

[whittling-madness]

oh, hey. man its wild how many employees of the institute you can find here. anywho. hello hi

- @firestartingyuri

Yeah there are a lot of us on here. Kinda crazy. Hi. (:

Also your url reminds me of a friend, so that’s cool

[whittling-madness]

hello!! i’ve seen you around. you’re an interesting specimen. :)

Specimen…? Right. Okay. Hi, who are you?

[whittling-madness]

James Caddel of @dangerous-documentation…. I know how to draw chat. trust

One with poorly scribbled blood under cut

[whittling-madness]

Oh, congratulations on the clocks! :) now you can keep track of how much time passes before you lose them again! Well, IF you lose them again. Oh hey you can answer my question from earlier now! What IS the time? and i wasnt trying to mess with your concept of time, it was just an honest question, i assure you!

Right, not suspicious at all, Anonymous. It’s… 9:36 pm.

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How have you been, Mr Whittle? It's been weeks since last we talked! Well, has it? It certainly feels that way, to say the least- or maybe it was months? Could just be a couple days, huh. What do you think?

I— I have my clocks back, now, Anon. I don’t— I would appreciate it if you stopped trying to… to mess with my concept of time.

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feeling very gender in this outfit… main rp blog because I wanted to show it off

[whittling-madness]

[He glances at the phonograph again. It was just playing something, right? Yes, yes, it was, he’s sure. The song was beautiful and it drew him here and he wishes it’d play again.]

Right… right, yes. [He murmurs after a moment, although he knows “The Huntsman” isn’t there anymore.]

[Marius walks along the edge of a forest, hunched in on himself and tightly clutching a package. He seems nervous, reaching to check something every few seconds before silently cursing himself. He really doesn’t want to go into the forest, but it seems he may have to in order to find the Huntsman. God, why did he wait this long?]

— @whittling-madness

{The trees whisper around Marius, not quite a normal whisper, but as if they are actually talking. He can feel himself getting closer to his destination, but he doesn't actually know what that destination is. He walks for what feels like hours, and just when all hope is lost and he feels like turning around, he spots it. A small cabin in the distance, clearly occupied. It must be The Huntsman's, for who else would be this deep in?}

[whittling-madness]

[He blinks rapidly, turning to face… it? Him? He turns to face was used to be The Huntsman. He just stands there for a moment, thoughts still an incoherent mess.]

I was…? Sorry. I— I was following the music. It was beautiful, see? It was… [He trails off, head spinning again.] Right. Sorry. I followed the music. Am I not supposed to be in here?

[Marius walks along the edge of a forest, hunched in on himself and tightly clutching a package. He seems nervous, reaching to check something every few seconds before silently cursing himself. He really doesn’t want to go into the forest, but it seems he may have to in order to find the Huntsman. God, why did he wait this long?]

— @whittling-madness

{The trees whisper around Marius, not quite a normal whisper, but as if they are actually talking. He can feel himself getting closer to his destination, but he doesn't actually know what that destination is. He walks for what feels like hours, and just when all hope is lost and he feels like turning around, he spots it. A small cabin in the distance, clearly occupied. It must be The Huntsman's, for who else would be this deep in?}

[whittling-madness]

[He walks to the phonograph, his fingers brushing lightly over its surface with wide eyes. The song is so beautiful, and so was the thing producing it. He traces the patterns over and over, enthralled, unable to look at anything else.]

[Marius walks along the edge of a forest, hunched in on himself and tightly clutching a package. He seems nervous, reaching to check something every few seconds before silently cursing himself. He really doesn’t want to go into the forest, but it seems he may have to in order to find the Huntsman. God, why did he wait this long?]

— @whittling-madness

{The trees whisper around Marius, not quite a normal whisper, but as if they are actually talking. He can feel himself getting closer to his destination, but he doesn't actually know what that destination is. He walks for what feels like hours, and just when all hope is lost and he feels like turning around, he spots it. A small cabin in the distance, clearly occupied. It must be The Huntsman's, for who else would be this deep in?}

[whittling-madness]

I mean, yeah I have access, but I’m not totally sure I can give that to you. That sounds er— confidential. And you were kicked out? Are you okay?

"Hey you! Do you work here?" *an androgynous looking guy comes up to you in the Institute* "cause I haven't seen anyone around and like I don't know how long all this-" *he gestures vaguely with his hands* "will last. so i kinda wanna get this done with, you know?" *they ramble, seemingly not exactly 'all there'*

— @n1skylover

Work here? I— yes? How long what will last? Are you okay?

[whittling-madness]

[His hand is around the handle before he can think otherwise, his mind too clouded to pay attention to the quiet voice screaming danger. The only thought running through his head is music, music, music, and he pushes the door open to get inside.]

// :0 please do that’s so frickin cool \\

[Marius walks along the edge of a forest, hunched in on himself and tightly clutching a package. He seems nervous, reaching to check something every few seconds before silently cursing himself. He really doesn’t want to go into the forest, but it seems he may have to in order to find the Huntsman. God, why did he wait this long?]

— @whittling-madness

{The trees whisper around Marius, not quite a normal whisper, but as if they are actually talking. He can feel himself getting closer to his destination, but he doesn't actually know what that destination is. He walks for what feels like hours, and just when all hope is lost and he feels like turning around, he spots it. A small cabin in the distance, clearly occupied. It must be The Huntsman's, for who else would be this deep in?}

[whittling-madness]

[He needs to find out where it’s coming from, to sooth the strange itch know. He staggers out of the room, trying to follow the sound.]

[Where is it?]

[Marius walks along the edge of a forest, hunched in on himself and tightly clutching a package. He seems nervous, reaching to check something every few seconds before silently cursing himself. He really doesn’t want to go into the forest, but it seems he may have to in order to find the Huntsman. God, why did he wait this long?]

— @whittling-madness

{The trees whisper around Marius, not quite a normal whisper, but as if they are actually talking. He can feel himself getting closer to his destination, but he doesn't actually know what that destination is. He walks for what feels like hours, and just when all hope is lost and he feels like turning around, he spots it. A small cabin in the distance, clearly occupied. It must be The Huntsman's, for who else would be this deep in?}