Hello and howdy, everyone!! It's Mod Ink 🦑 here to yap before I get to some shenanigans! Be nice and please listen, because I'm a squid who cares about people having fun, and, more importantly, staying safe! :]
◇This is an RP blog for my Date Everything! OC, Percival Perceival. They are The Uncomfortable Feeling of Being Perceived! And, because of their nature as a negative feeling, This Dateable has been marked as Content Aware!
TRIGGER WARNINGS INCLUDE:
•Eye imagery, staring/eye contact, eye-related body horror (nothing graphic; they just have too many eyes where there shouldn't be), Biblically-accurate angel symbolism with wings and rings of eyes, and unnatural limb distortion
•Narrative elements of fear/anxiety, depression, unwanted attention, unwanted sentience/self-awareness, unreality, existentialism, isolation, codependency, self-deprecation, psychological horror, and body dismorphia
–All posts featuring Percival's design will be tagged with "tw staring" and "tw scopophobia," and if any post features an upsetting story element, it will also be tagged with the same "tw [topic]" format. These topics will not be dealt with all the time, of course, but are rather for future reference in case we get deep into angst or lore! Keep yourself safe by knowing what could happen, but don't let it all deter you from being light-hearted and interacting in a positive way! Goodness knows being upset all the time isn't fun! <:0
Now, onto The Rules below!
◇I am an adult (18), and this game has mature topics, but I ask that we keep NSFW things to a zero and suggestive things to a small amount*!! Flirting and such will be allowed (even though I doubt anyone would want to lol), but I'm still finding my footing with actually writing anything romance-y because I Don't Quite Get It. I am learning, though, and I suppose this blog could be used as an opportunity to find out what to do! So please, offer a spare bit of patience if y'all decide to have any sort of charm, cuz I'm bound to be awkward until I somehow gain a writing flow that lets me handle mild romance 👍
*Suggestive asks have a tag now if you wanna block it! It's #avert your eyes ❌️👀
◇Please do NOT vent in the askbox, because I am just a squid online! Not a professional mental health person! You may ask for advice or say stuff like, "I'm having a bad day," but any out-of-character, serious vents are not something I'm comfortable dealing with. I am also not my character, so the advice they give will not always reflect my own views!
◇Be as silly or as rude to Percival as you want, without going overboard, of course! If you want to get a Hate ending, that's fine by me, but PLEASE don't threaten legitimate violence to ANYONE. Like, ever. General rule of life, actually.
◇This relates to the above, and I shouldn't have to say this, but deliberate hate-speech and slurs will NOT be tolerated! Nor will racism, lgbtqphobia, or ableism! I will delete any asks containing them! Be kind to others, seriously!!
◇I won't respond to spam or copypasta asks, but feel free to interact to your heart's content! Like, reblog, ask, comment, and all that jazz! Just give me a reasonable amount of time to answer things, because I am a busy, college-having squiddo ^^"
Okay, that should be good! I'll update this if necessary, but just be chill and have fun! I can't wait to watch what unfolds and create something neat! Saying goodbye for now, it's Mod Ink (@inkscapedoodles), and I hope you have a lovely time here! Thanks! –🦑
Eddie finds Percival, but he looks FAR different than before.
He's draped a cloak over his shoulders seemingly hiding something.
He has a scar from his left, now blind, eye that seems to go to where his right arm was. His right arm is now a prosthetic.
He has deer antlers that look like a cloudy night sky in them, his lower half looks to be cat like now, and there seems to be more, but he must have it behind his cloak.
His right eye in a bright shining copper instead of it's usual steel.
The weird part is that he's immediately able to see Perci.
"Hey? Long time, hasn't it?" Nor does he seem any amount affected by his presence.
@eddie-volt-multiverse (Prophet Eddie - He/Him - Tymeverse)
[as per usual the reblog will have Eddie's outfit of the chain~]
[Percival, at first, is shocked that they can be seen without their associated feeling. Where was the discomfort? Where was the tug that brought them from a nebulous state of existence into something focused? However, it soon registers that who they're facing is not an ordinary object, or even concept. Not anymore.]
Is that...
[They tilt their head curiously, expression shifting from bewilderment to realization.]
Eddie..? Oh my! Why, I hardly recognize you from the last time I saw you! Are you...alright? And how are you able to see me so easily?
"Yes it's me, don't worry that hasn't changed... Ah. I am the concept of prophecy now though that really just makes me a prophet."
He gives a smile. "I'm able to see you so easily, because partly I can see the future to see where I would see you and partly from my heightened senses. You still have well uh a smell I can detect, before I see you."
He pauses to word things in is head.
"And I'm alright, different but alright. Became the concept of prophecy, got my chimera features back, had a fight with a dragon where I died and got revived, then became how I am now... Also seeing all the timelines and possibilities makes uh gender presentation a bit eh." He is in a skirt and crop top with a night sky theme. Still his usually self just different presentation.
"But how have you been?... You are likely to ask more, but at least like know how you are doing?" He speaks with a lighthearted tone and a brief chuckle.
He does appear a little tired, and has that scar, but he seems okay otherwise.
[outfit below.]
Hood down and wings much larger. Wings are not seen yet.
Prophecy! Hah, how profound! And a rather stark difference from what you used to be, hm? But I must say, I believe it suits you.
[They quirk a nonexistent brow at his statement.]
Ah, I was unaware that I had a particular smell? Granted, it's not a perceptual sense that people use as often as others, so perhaps I elected to ignore it? One must do that every so often when they perceive so much at once...we might be similar now, in that regard! I'd be interested in hearing how you deal with the overwhelming amount of information you now know.
[Percival's eyes widen as they listen to Eddie's story, mouthing dropping to a surprised "o" shape.]
Goodness! So much has changed for you! Even fickle things such as gender presentation are affected by the way you now see the world, hm? And I'm quite sorry to hear about the tragedy that came with this ascension. You do not deserve the harm that befell you, even if it ultimately led to a new self...
[Their wings ruffle as they straighten up, feeling the urge to dismiss his curiosity, but not doing so for the sake of politeness.]
You...want to know how I have been? I'm flattered, though I've hardly had as intriguing a journey as you!
[They chuckle lightly, then sigh.]
I have been fine, if not somewhat...unfocused. My presence waned here, and grew in other places, if that makes sense. But I am glad to exist in this manner once again!
Eddie finds Percival, but he looks FAR different than before.
He's draped a cloak over his shoulders seemingly hiding something.
He has a scar from his left, now blind, eye that seems to go to where his right arm was. His right arm is now a prosthetic.
He has deer antlers that look like a cloudy night sky in them, his lower half looks to be cat like now, and there seems to be more, but he must have it behind his cloak.
His right eye in a bright shining copper instead of it's usual steel.
The weird part is that he's immediately able to see Perci.
"Hey? Long time, hasn't it?" Nor does he seem any amount affected by his presence.
@eddie-volt-multiverse (Prophet Eddie - He/Him - Tymeverse)
[as per usual the reblog will have Eddie's outfit of the chain~]
[Percival, at first, is shocked that they can be seen without their associated feeling. Where was the discomfort? Where was the tug that brought them from a nebulous state of existence into something focused? However, it soon registers that who they're facing is not an ordinary object, or even concept. Not anymore.]
Is that...
[They tilt their head curiously, expression shifting from bewilderment to realization.]
Eddie..? Oh my! Why, I hardly recognize you from the last time I saw you! Are you...alright? And how are you able to see me so easily?
I apologize! Time as a perceptual correlate is a bit difficult to measure when you're a passive observer to so many events. But that hardly matters now! What's important is that I still have much to see around here! So, as long as I am in this state, I will remain watchful, and attempt to make up for my time away.
Hah, I feel a bit silly announcing my presence like this...is it egotistical of me to do so? Hm. Regardless, I am glad to exist in this place again!
[Ah, the Breaker Box! The most exclusive club in the house! A perfect place for having a night out and getting a drink, dancing, or watching the various specialty acts.
As of now, however, the air is charged with a bit more than the buzz of electricity and the talk of patrons. It's subtle, but those who care to stop a moment can feel it. A discomforting prickle, like the air is a degree too cold, radiates from the entrance of the establishment.
The being responsible for this feeling–tall, grey, and adorned with rings of eyes–lurks at the threshold of the club, hesitant to go in.]
Such a busy place...so much to see-!
-👁 @ask-and-you-shall-perceive
At first instinct of the feeling Volt walks over to Eddie to be near, but once he sees who walks he is still on edge, though he seems to let go of that a little. Why is unknown.
He walks over and puts aside the feeling. "Why hello there, I haven't quite seen you before. Welcome to The Breaker Box, dear~" He could be on edge, but he refuses to show any sign of that.
"I must ask what has brought you here this lovely night?" Just his classic host voice. Forever a mask he wears.
//Not 100% settled on how I wrote this but I will roll with it lol
[Percival smiles down at Volt, intrigued by his smooth confidence. It's not an emotion they commonly get to witness, after all!]
Ah, hello there! What a warm welcome! It is very nice to meet you!
What brought me here? A sense of curiosity, I suppose! I've heard chatter about this place, but did not think to go visit it myself until now.
Honestly, I thought that the exclusivity meant I'd get turned away at the door without a reservation. But with such a gracious host as yourself, I can see that you value a welcoming atmosphere!
Volt keeps his host grin on, though behind that wall there's and invisible sense of lessening dread seeing that the feeling was indeed an object. He still can't shake it, but he will keep it behind the walls. It's polite after all.
Volt chuckles lightly. "Everyone is welcome here~" He pauses for a minute. "Ah, yes. What is your name, darling?" Smooth confident voice. A keen eye could possibly hear the faintest waver.
[Whether it be to Volt's detriment or not, Percival notices the slight waver in his voice. It's hard not to when they're quite literally made up of keen eyes, after all. However, not wanting to risk upsetting him, they don't point it out. Not yet, at least.]
Ah, how rude of me not to introduce myself! My apologies!
Ahem! I am Percival Perceival...the Uncomfortable Feeling of Being Perceived.
[Their eyes linger on Volt for a moment, trying to gauge his reaction before they continue. Perhaps if they took a more reassuring tone, he'd feel less uneasy? In their mind, it was worth it to try.]
Oh, but please, do not let that worry you! I will try not to affect the other patrons here. I'd hate to be a bother to them! And I'm sure you already have much to do as a host without dealing with such a feeling on top of those duties.
Volt seems to settle upon hearing what Percival represents. "Ah you are quite welcome either way, dear. Always nice to see a new face... Very interesting concept there. While I will admit I was uneasy it's quite fine knowing why I had that feeling." He looks back towards Eddie with silent communication.
He turns back to Percival. "I'm Volt, I am the current of electricity here... Though more generally I would be electricity in general~" His confidence is more genuine now, though still obviously a mask to Percival. Just no longer amplified.
Ah, I do tend to have that effect on others...but it is not intentional, I promise you! It is simply the way things are.
[A few sets of their eyes briefly flick towards Eddie when Volt looks back at him, curious, but not lingering for too long.]
And it is wonderful to be properly acquainted with you, Volt! I must echo something you have said; what a very interesting concept! You certainly have an electrifying energy about you, if you'll pardon the pun!
[They chuckle softly, but the smile they have doesn't reach the set of eyes on their face. They look contemplative, like they want to ask something more without being impolite. They'd hate to press further than appropriate when meeting someone for the first time, but the changes in Volt's confidence...they feel the need to at least alert him that it's noticeable to a keen eye.]
Though...using up so much energy must be a little tiring, hm?
Volt quickly realizes what they mean. He sighs and drops the host act, minus the voice. "Not easy to hide it from you I would suppose. To answer your question though... Yes."
He looks back at Eddie again. There's a decent pause. "Whether it be a bad habit or genuinely still needed, I do not know... You'll see through Eddie too, I'm sure." He looks at them again. Another pause. "Do be more careful with Eddie though. He's not exactly the most open person even compared to me..."
He thinks about saying something, but doesn't. None of what he says or thinks seems negative towards Percival in the slightest. Just honesty. Just hiding.
Host act back on as some other guests are near. "I do hope you enjoy the club, dear. I could possibly see you after the show, yes?" His host voice seems to be heavily controlled. It does not seem to be difficult despite the strain for him.
Do not worry. I would dislike putting him in an uncomfortable situation, despite the feeling I bring with me. And I sincerely hope that there is a point soon where you both feel well enough to live according to your own perspective and not just what others expect of you. It's taxing–emotionally and physically–to let yourself be in such a draining state for so long. Though, I'm sure you don't need me to tell you this.
[They smile, feathers fluffing up just slightly at the anticipation of further positive social interactions.]
If you wish to see me, I will not deny meeting again after the show! I hope I have been good company? You certainly have been! Hah, perhaps I could stand to learn a lesson in confidence from you-
*Living most of their life on a display shelf, Tipp isn’t unused to be watched. On the contrary — they find they revel in it. Nothing brings them more joy that entertaining a perspective owner.*
*This is different.*
*This isn’t the glowing warmth of a gleeful child’s grin as they beg for the latest toy, or the delighted reminiscence of a sweet old grandmother—*
*This is the cold heaviness of being followed on the street, the crawling dread of being watched from across the subway — the churning panic of eyes through the window at night…*
*They aren’t being admired — they’re being observed.*
“…Is there someone there?”
— 🪶
@clppd-wngs
[Their question rings out into the tense silence. Nothing...
At least, not at first. A moment passes. Then another. It's as if the atmosphere itself is anticipating something more. When whatever it is that's hovering just out of sight doesn't receive any cues from Tipp, it resolves to break the tension.
This shift in the air is all that it takes for the feeling of being watched to amplify itself tenfold. The "hair pricking up on the back of their neck" sensation turns into something that has Tipp's stomach churning. A cold shudder passes over them, and that's when they spot it.
A grey form, standing in the corner of the room, staring at them. Their expression is intense, though it's hard to say if there's any malice underlying it or not.
*Though the haunting echo of this — presence’s voice seems to be the only sound in the room, Tipp still struggles to make out the words through the pounding echo in their head. Their world blurs at the edges, the only point of focus this horrible, ocular specter.*
[They tilt their head, gaze still trained on Tipp. With how intently they're staring, it's like they can see right through them. The vulnerability this brings sends a new wave of unease through Tipp, but even if they try, it feels impossible to look away.]
I am the Uncomfortable Feeling of Being Perceived. That is what I know. The rest, however is up to you.
There is no need for that title. It is ill-fitting. Especially for one you called a "demon" moments ago.
Why have you so quickly changed your mind? This perspective of yours...did it not reflect your feelings honestly? Do you not still feel the fear inspired by an unholy specter?
Please do not lie to me with overly sweet words. I am undeserving of them, and they do not reflect what you thought of me before.
Tell me, truly, what I am supposed to be, whether that be an angel or a demon. I will abide by your answer.
[They sigh.]
I should not have ever voiced my futile hope of being anything other than something wretched.
Would you ask a pest what it wants to do in your home? No! You'd dismiss it without a second thought! Something that only causes distress to others is not worthy of wanting.
But you?
You are the maker of your perception. You assign meaning to what you see. What could be more powerful than that?
Hah...you said I was an angel before? If I am still that angel and my role hasn't changed on your ill-defined whims yet again, that would make you my deity.
[They stare at Tipp, eyes void and boring deep into them.]
I do not understand. Is this command not contradictory? Why would I do something for myself when you are now in charge of what I do? Is it not enough that I devote myself to your perception of me?
You have assigned too much value to me. I am not deserving. I thought you would understand that, given who you now are to me. But perhaps not...
“Then if I am a god, as you say, who are you to find fault with my command? Who is a lowly subject to question the order of a god? Go forth now and seek your own destiny, swine, before I transform you into a toad! My patience runs thin!”
*They’ve certainly taken to their role — it’s hard to believe this is the same bird…*
[Something shifts in Percival's demeanor. All the vigor that they previously had vanishes, leaving behind a tired shell. Tipp's confidence in their new role seems to be what has Percival faltering.]
Yes, now I see...this is how it should be. How insolent of me.
Very well.
I...will find something to do. Per your decree.
A vague thing, but...still more structured than others.
[The now drained and directionless Percival gives a weak smile, eyes unblinking.]
So, as you know, it is October! A time for spooky things, as well as whimsy! In the spirit of both of those things, I want to do an event on this blog!
However, I am an indecisive squid, so I would like y'all's input on what sorta thing you wanna see from here!
What event would you like?
4th-Wall-Shattering Story Arc (horror elements included!)
Percival gives opinions on canon characters
Send in a series of spooky asks/prompts
Fandom Blender (talk to Percival as any character or OC from another media!)
Other (talk to me if you have ideas!)
Special "Let Ink See the Results" Button; DON'T PICK THIS ONE THANKS :3 🦑
Voting ended onOct 20, 2025
This poll will be up for a week so I have time to answer the current drafts I have, and also so I can plot! If you've got any questions about what the options mean, don't hesitate to ask for clarification.
Anyways, that's it for now. Thanks so much, and remember to keep your eyes wide and curious for new perspectives!!! :D
And so it is settled!! Go, be spooky at Percival! >:D
I'm also cooking up another event that's on this poll, but that will last until after Halloween and requires more planning, so have at thee in the meantime! Thanks!
So, as you know, it is October! A time for spooky things, as well as whimsy! In the spirit of both of those things, I want to do an event on this blog!
However, I am an indecisive squid, so I would like y'all's input on what sorta thing you wanna see from here!
What event would you like?
4th-Wall-Shattering Story Arc (horror elements included!)
Percival gives opinions on canon characters
Send in a series of spooky asks/prompts
Fandom Blender (talk to Percival as any character or OC from another media!)
Other (talk to me if you have ideas!)
Special "Let Ink See the Results" Button; DON'T PICK THIS ONE THANKS :3 🦑
Voting ended onOct 20, 2025
This poll will be up for a week so I have time to answer the current drafts I have, and also so I can plot! If you've got any questions about what the options mean, don't hesitate to ask for clarification.
Anyways, that's it for now. Thanks so much, and remember to keep your eyes wide and curious for new perspectives!!! :D
poe, embodiment of plushies and pillows is kind of just staring at a nothing and everything
@plush-and-pillow-poe
[As Poe stares off into the distance, the quiet idleness of the room shifts. Instead of having the calming effect of zoning out and letting the mind wander, something more discomforting slinks its way through the room. It's as though several pairs of eyes just turned their attention to Poe, but the owner of those eyes is just out of sight.
Just out of sight, that is, until Poe sees a flicker from the corner of their eye. A tall, grey figure stares silently at them.]
[A set of their eyes–the ones on their hands, specifically–blink back at Poe slowly. It seems to be a display of solidarity.]
Hello there! Are you tired, friend? You should be careful letting your mind wander when in such a state. Strange thoughts and feelings can manifest themselves in unexpected ways...
Plushies, hm? I would say "yes," but I have never properly held one! I'd like to, though, even if their purpose is antithetical to mine since they are supposed to bring comfort.
Unless, of course, one is disturbed by looking at them for too long! I have manifested a few odd times because of this, but some humans have a fear of inanimate beings moving around when they aren't looking, or blinking when they should not be able to.
You do not seem like the type to intentionally scare others, though! Ah, but I am not going to judge you if you do like to cause a little mischief like that. Please forgive my assumptions!
Oh, are you sure? Well...I promise to be very careful!
[They lean down to Poe, gently picking them up and letting them dangle, much like how one does with a misbehaving cat. It's a bit awkward with how they have to reach over their rings, but they make it work.]
I'm so sorry, I am extremely unused to this-!
Ah, but I believe I understand what you are saying. You do not mean to be unnerving, do you? No, it is by accident. By nature, even...
*Simon, being a man of the coat, is not unused to strange phenomena. As any good scientist does, he goes searching for it — and perhaps, it has come looking for him, too.*
*Like many a overzealous thinker, he’s let in much more than he’s bargained for.*
*It starts with the prickling — thousands of tiny hairs standing on end. Then, the sleek of sweat, a shimmering plane over his skin. He isn’t used to being damp, but this is different. Finally, the bracing cold — complete and consuming — and at last, he sees it.*
*The many-eyed angel he’ll come to know as Percival.*
“Боже мой…”
— @genius-in-a-jar
[The cold sharpens when Simon makes eye contact with them, the all-consuming force now shifted to thousands of discomforting pinpricks on his skin. However, their expression does not match his upon manifestation. Instead of reflecting his nerves, they merely tilt their head down at him and stare onwards.]
You have sought me out...
Why?
Does this go beyond pure curiosity? Are you hopeful to find something worth looking for?
[Something feels just a touch off as Barry does his daily activities. Sure, the bathroom can be a busy and stressful place at times, but now there's a distinct presence in the air that brings a sense of discomfort. Like he's being watched.
At first, that feeling shapes itself as a figure on the edge of his vision, but when he slows down for a moment, he spots them. An abnormally tall, grey being with rings of eyes surrounding them and a pair of wings on their head. They smile politely when they realize they've been seen.]
Ah, hello there! My, you are a stylish one! I hope you don't mind that I have been watching you work today? I am intrigued by what you do here!
Oh, but, where are my manners? I'm Percival! It is nice to make your acquaintance!
-👁 @ask-and-you-shall-perceive
//Hiii, Ink 🦑 here! I hope it's okay that I send over a silly lil abstract concept OC of mine to have fun 'n such? :0
[Upon noticing Percival, Barry appears starstruck.]
Oh my goodness, hello there! By all means, if you want to watch little ol' Barry work, who am I to say no? I hope it hasn't been too dull or boring! I'm Barry Styles! Are you new to the house?
It has not been dull at all! As I said, I am very intrigued! It's nice to watch someone so enthusiastically dedicated to their craft!
To answer your question, though, I suppose I am "new!'' Or, rather, my circumstances are?
You see, I have existed for quite a long time, but I have not yet had a way to directly interact with all of you lovely folks before! Us abstract concepts have a different tether to the world compared to most objects, and mine is quite dependent on how much others notice me.
[Barry claps his hands together, entirely charmed.]
Ah, a concept! Like Doug and Reggie - welcome, welcome, then! I must say, I'm absolutely entranced by all of your eyes, darling! It's as though you're a massive canvas, already rife with beauty, but with even more that could be enhanced!
[Upon being mentioned, several sets of Percival's eyes glance away out of embarrassment.]
Oh my! Why, you're too sweet! And poetic, at that!
I've always thought that I'm not much to look at, so if you truly mean what you say, I couldn't be more flattered! Such sincerity is rare when you've only just introduced yourself to someone...
Oh, and, I haven't met Reggie yet, but I have met Doug! I don't think he likes me all that much, though. He's...abrasive, to put it simply.
Oh, but there's hardly any point in lying like that, darling! Of course I mean what I say - you're stunning! Your golden color is vibrant against your silvers, it's delightful!
Doug can be a bit... challenging, to put it simply. Reggie, though - we all meet him at some point in life, I guess!
I do see the world from a beautiful perspective, I agree! And oh, I would love to help find a look for you, it's so incredibly fun! But only if you're interested as well, alright, darling? Because it's no fun to do something with someone who's uncomfortable by it, even if they're trying to be polite!
I think it's entirely impossible to be uncomfortable around someone who is as pleasant as you! After all, I'm the one who inspires such feelings in others! It does not matter whether or not I myself am comfortable.
In fact...I am surprised that you haven't seen me as more off-putting. It isn't often that people can tolerate being around me for very long. But, I attribute that ability to how you view the world! Your positive, beautiful perspective allows you look past temporary discomforts.
Oh, all of this is to say that I would enjoy nothing more than to be a canvas for your expertise!
[Barry pauses for a moment, caught off guard by Percival's words. For the briefest moment, there is a flash of anger in Barry's eyes, something not commonly seen.]
That's not right. Of course it matters whether or not you're comfortable! Darling, my entire point is to make people feel more comfortable and confident in their own skin!
I mean, I'm happy to do your make-up, dear, but that - reconsider that mindset. Your comfort is important, too.
[Percival is silent for a moment. Barry's reaction was unexpected, to say the least. But, of course, Percival being the way that they are, tries to dismiss and redirect his concerns. There is a tension that wriggles its way back into the room after it had left.]
I-I believe I misspoke, or did not explain myself enough. You see, I–
Well, ah–
[The words get caught in their throat. Whatever they were going to say was something that would have only upset Barry further. Instead, they sigh, and smile sadly.]
...I can see that this is where our purposes differ. You inspire such wonderful feelings in others! And I...simply do not. A concept like myself has no place asking to feel comfortable when all I do is create insecurity.
I would hate to deprive you of your entire point based on my own feelings. They are irrelevant here.
I am not upset with you, darling, there is no need to apologize - I am simply. I am frustrated at - at that line of thinking in general!
[Barry huffs slightly, chewing on his lip with an irritated tap of his foot.]
You are not depriving me of my point. You are depriving yourself of feeling good! Everyone deserves to feel comfortable how best they can, and that includes you - even if it is your purpose to create that insecurity, you still deserve to feel secure. Reggie deserves to feel welcomed even if he's rejection, Doug deserves to feel peaceful even though he's dread - it, I mean, it's different if you want to feel uncomfortable! If you thrive in feeling that way, I'll take it back, that's your choice, but - you deserve to feel good and safe and loved no matter what your purpose is.
[There's a slightly wilted look to Barry, shoulders dropping as he finally looks back at Percival, eyes far dimmer than before.]
I... I am, sorry, darling. If I've upset you. It's simply... oh, just, I know how hard it is to prioritize your own well-being. Trust me, love, you won't find anyone that hates me more than I hate myself! It's... a tad hypocritical, but. Just. It takes... time. And effort. I am sorry though, really. We've only just met, and stupid Barry, pushing you like that...
I really would enjoy doing your make-up. Or giving you a hug, if you want one.
[Percival tenses up as Barry talks, eyes averting to anywhere but him. Their voice is hollow when they next speak.]
Do I? Do I deserve good things when my entire existence is rooted in such negativity? I know you made cases for Reggie and Doug, but...I cannot compare to them.
My existence is entirely irrelevant to those who feel good about themselves. And those who do not? They experience the discomfort I bring at such an overwhelming degree that they cannot help but despise me.
Does that sound like a being worthy of security and comfort to you? Someone who exists beyond reason, and who only hurts others despite so many efforts not to?
[They sigh, voice shaking.]
It isn't just related to my purpose, at this point. It's my very nature. I try–so, SO much–not to dwell in the discomfort of others...I try to see exactly from their point of view...but I need these feelings in order to live. If I could sustain myself solely off of my own discomfort that I already experience, I would.
[Tears start to fall from several of their eyes. It's a messy sight that leaves their rings and face covered with shiny, wet trails.]
And how could you hate yourself? If someone as kind and considerate as you could hate himself...where does that leave me?
[They pause for a while, letting their response linger. They then swallow a lump in their throat.]
A hug...
A hug would be nice. I have never gotten one before.
[Barry pulls Percival into a hug, gentle and warm and forgiving.]
That does sound like a person who deserves security and comfort to me. Every person does, but beyond that: I do not care if you hurt others, my dear. What matters is that you do not want to. You said it yourself, you keep trying to stop, even when that would threaten your life. That makes you good. You are good, darling. Being perceived, making people uncomfortable in that way? That is not always bad.
To be seen is uncomfortable. To be understood is uncomfortable. Do you think that I - that I present how much I hate myself to others? They all - They all probably think I'm happy as a clam, that I love to chatter away and talk their ears off, that I'm always eager to see everyone! But I'm not, and. I don't want to be perceived like that. But I'm telling you, aren't I? Because that's who you are. And it hurts! But that's important, too.
Honesty and vulnerability come hand in hand with being seen, darling. It is through the discomfort you provide that people are able to grow. It is impossible to become a stronger person without that. But if you really don't want to hurt others, then... then... I give you permission. Just use me instead. I don't mind.
[Percival is jarringly cold to the touch, but the different, new sensation doesn't stop them from slumping down and melting into the hug.]
You truly believe that? Hah...you never fail to astonish me with your point of view. Such forgiveness and kindness is rare. Please, never lose that sense about you...the world needs it.
I do want to be good. The fact that you believe I can be is...well, it is hopeful, and I thank you for it. But to still contribute to the ever-present negativity in the lives of others? It is not something I relish in. I have witnessed first-hand, over and over again, what can happen when I manifest. Discomfort, even when properly heeded as a warning, does not reassure people or make them feel safe. People do not often look back fondly when they recall the awful experiences that allowed them to become better...
[They take in a shaky breath before sighing.]
Thank you for trusting me enough to show your true feelings. Being honest is one of the best things you can do to live a life unencumbered by muddled perspectives. But I know it is hard. I know that it hurts. What you have admitted takes a lot of courage! And—and I am sorry if I have played any part as to why you feel the way you do.
So, even if you see me as a vessel for growth...I cannot feed off your feelings in good conscience. To hurt someone who has offered true kindness and understanding for purely selfish needs? It'd only be affirming the worst part of myself. You deserve so much more than that.
[Ah, the Breaker Box! The most exclusive club in the house! A perfect place for having a night out and getting a drink, dancing, or watching the various specialty acts.
As of now, however, the air is charged with a bit more than the buzz of electricity and the talk of patrons. It's subtle, but those who care to stop a moment can feel it. A discomforting prickle, like the air is a degree too cold, radiates from the entrance of the establishment.
The being responsible for this feeling–tall, grey, and adorned with rings of eyes–lurks at the threshold of the club, hesitant to go in.]
Such a busy place...so much to see-!
-👁 @ask-and-you-shall-perceive
At first instinct of the feeling Volt walks over to Eddie to be near, but once he sees who walks he is still on edge, though he seems to let go of that a little. Why is unknown.
He walks over and puts aside the feeling. "Why hello there, I haven't quite seen you before. Welcome to The Breaker Box, dear~" He could be on edge, but he refuses to show any sign of that.
"I must ask what has brought you here this lovely night?" Just his classic host voice. Forever a mask he wears.
//Not 100% settled on how I wrote this but I will roll with it lol
[Percival smiles down at Volt, intrigued by his smooth confidence. It's not an emotion they commonly get to witness, after all!]
Ah, hello there! What a warm welcome! It is very nice to meet you!
What brought me here? A sense of curiosity, I suppose! I've heard chatter about this place, but did not think to go visit it myself until now.
Honestly, I thought that the exclusivity meant I'd get turned away at the door without a reservation. But with such a gracious host as yourself, I can see that you value a welcoming atmosphere!
Volt keeps his host grin on, though behind that wall there's and invisible sense of lessening dread seeing that the feeling was indeed an object. He still can't shake it, but he will keep it behind the walls. It's polite after all.
Volt chuckles lightly. "Everyone is welcome here~" He pauses for a minute. "Ah, yes. What is your name, darling?" Smooth confident voice. A keen eye could possibly hear the faintest waver.
[Whether it be to Volt's detriment or not, Percival notices the slight waver in his voice. It's hard not to when they're quite literally made up of keen eyes, after all. However, not wanting to risk upsetting him, they don't point it out. Not yet, at least.]
Ah, how rude of me not to introduce myself! My apologies!
Ahem! I am Percival Perceival...the Uncomfortable Feeling of Being Perceived.
[Their eyes linger on Volt for a moment, trying to gauge his reaction before they continue. Perhaps if they took a more reassuring tone, he'd feel less uneasy? In their mind, it was worth it to try.]
Oh, but please, do not let that worry you! I will try not to affect the other patrons here. I'd hate to be a bother to them! And I'm sure you already have much to do as a host without dealing with such a feeling on top of those duties.
Volt seems to settle upon hearing what Percival represents. "Ah you are quite welcome either way, dear. Always nice to see a new face... Very interesting concept there. While I will admit I was uneasy it's quite fine knowing why I had that feeling." He looks back towards Eddie with silent communication.
He turns back to Percival. "I'm Volt, I am the current of electricity here... Though more generally I would be electricity in general~" His confidence is more genuine now, though still obviously a mask to Percival. Just no longer amplified.
Ah, I do tend to have that effect on others...but it is not intentional, I promise you! It is simply the way things are.
[A few sets of their eyes briefly flick towards Eddie when Volt looks back at him, curious, but not lingering for too long.]
And it is wonderful to be properly acquainted with you, Volt! I must echo something you have said; what a very interesting concept! You certainly have an electrifying energy about you, if you'll pardon the pun!
[They chuckle softly, but the smile they have doesn't reach the set of eyes on their face. They look contemplative, like they want to ask something more without being impolite. They'd hate to press further than appropriate when meeting someone for the first time, but the changes in Volt's confidence...they feel the need to at least alert him that it's noticeable to a keen eye.]
Though...using up so much energy must be a little tiring, hm?
*Living most of their life on a display shelf, Tipp isn’t unused to be watched. On the contrary — they find they revel in it. Nothing brings them more joy that entertaining a perspective owner.*
*This is different.*
*This isn’t the glowing warmth of a gleeful child’s grin as they beg for the latest toy, or the delighted reminiscence of a sweet old grandmother—*
*This is the cold heaviness of being followed on the street, the crawling dread of being watched from across the subway — the churning panic of eyes through the window at night…*
*They aren’t being admired — they’re being observed.*
“…Is there someone there?”
— 🪶
@clppd-wngs
[Their question rings out into the tense silence. Nothing...
At least, not at first. A moment passes. Then another. It's as if the atmosphere itself is anticipating something more. When whatever it is that's hovering just out of sight doesn't receive any cues from Tipp, it resolves to break the tension.
This shift in the air is all that it takes for the feeling of being watched to amplify itself tenfold. The "hair pricking up on the back of their neck" sensation turns into something that has Tipp's stomach churning. A cold shudder passes over them, and that's when they spot it.
A grey form, standing in the corner of the room, staring at them. Their expression is intense, though it's hard to say if there's any malice underlying it or not.
*Though the haunting echo of this — presence’s voice seems to be the only sound in the room, Tipp still struggles to make out the words through the pounding echo in their head. Their world blurs at the edges, the only point of focus this horrible, ocular specter.*
[They tilt their head, gaze still trained on Tipp. With how intently they're staring, it's like they can see right through them. The vulnerability this brings sends a new wave of unease through Tipp, but even if they try, it feels impossible to look away.]
I am the Uncomfortable Feeling of Being Perceived. That is what I know. The rest, however is up to you.
There is no need for that title. It is ill-fitting. Especially for one you called a "demon" moments ago.
Why have you so quickly changed your mind? This perspective of yours...did it not reflect your feelings honestly? Do you not still feel the fear inspired by an unholy specter?
Please do not lie to me with overly sweet words. I am undeserving of them, and they do not reflect what you thought of me before.
Tell me, truly, what I am supposed to be, whether that be an angel or a demon. I will abide by your answer.
[They sigh.]
I should not have ever voiced my futile hope of being anything other than something wretched.
Would you ask a pest what it wants to do in your home? No! You'd dismiss it without a second thought! Something that only causes distress to others is not worthy of wanting.
But you?
You are the maker of your perception. You assign meaning to what you see. What could be more powerful than that?
Hah...you said I was an angel before? If I am still that angel and my role hasn't changed on your ill-defined whims yet again, that would make you my deity.
[They stare at Tipp, eyes void and boring deep into them.]
I do not understand. Is this command not contradictory? Why would I do something for myself when you are now in charge of what I do? Is it not enough that I devote myself to your perception of me?
You have assigned too much value to me. I am not deserving. I thought you would understand that, given who you now are to me. But perhaps not...
poe, embodiment of plushies and pillows is kind of just staring at a nothing and everything
@plush-and-pillow-poe
[As Poe stares off into the distance, the quiet idleness of the room shifts. Instead of having the calming effect of zoning out and letting the mind wander, something more discomforting slinks its way through the room. It's as though several pairs of eyes just turned their attention to Poe, but the owner of those eyes is just out of sight.
Just out of sight, that is, until Poe sees a flicker from the corner of their eye. A tall, grey figure stares silently at them.]
[A set of their eyes–the ones on their hands, specifically–blink back at Poe slowly. It seems to be a display of solidarity.]
Hello there! Are you tired, friend? You should be careful letting your mind wander when in such a state. Strange thoughts and feelings can manifest themselves in unexpected ways...
Plushies, hm? I would say "yes," but I have never properly held one! I'd like to, though, even if their purpose is antithetical to mine since they are supposed to bring comfort.
Unless, of course, one is disturbed by looking at them for too long! I have manifested a few odd times because of this, but some humans have a fear of inanimate beings moving around when they aren't looking, or blinking when they should not be able to.
You do not seem like the type to intentionally scare others, though! Ah, but I am not going to judge you if you do like to cause a little mischief like that. Please forgive my assumptions!
Oh, are you sure? Well...I promise to be very careful!
[They lean down to Poe, gently picking them up and letting them dangle, much like how one does with a misbehaving cat. It's a bit awkward with how they have to reach over their rings, but they make it work.]
I'm so sorry, I am extremely unused to this-!
Ah, but I believe I understand what you are saying. You do not mean to be unnerving, do you? No, it is by accident. By nature, even...
[Though Scraps of Hope is usually a cheerful place, an air of unease hangs around it today. Like something is lurking in a corner, or standing just on the precipice of its entrance. However, instead of being overwhelming, it's as though the discomforting feeling is trying to make itself small and unnoticeable.]
I do hope I'm not intruding...
[The one responsible for this feeling–a very tall, grey figure with golden rings of eyes–shifts their attention to the shelter's proprietor. Perhaps he doesn't notice them at first, but they are content to watch him go about his work with the inanimals.]
-👁 @ask-and-you-shall-perceive
*Mateo immediately picks up on the feeling, ushering the inanimals to their beds for naptime so they’re more comfortable. On his way back, he spots the source of the feeling- he tries to not let it affect him, but the uneasiness still hangs heavy, and their appearance is startling. He does his best to stay calm.*
[When he addresses them, their feathers ruffle up just slightly, as if they feared a worse reaction. They then avert their eyes, which lessens the feeling of being watched by a miniscule amount. It seems like they, despite their nature of being discomforting, do not want to upset him.]
Ah, hello there! I hope I did not disturb you too much..?
[An awkward moment of silence passes.]
I was asked if I had come to your establishment yet, which I have not, and I...thought that I should try to introduce myself.
Ahem.
I am Percival Perceival, and I am pleased to meet you!
[There is a visible relaxation in their demeanor when they realize they aren't the sole reason that the inanimals were ushered away. Some of the uneasiness in the air fades because of this, but Percival still seems slightly awkward in the way they phrase their words too formally.]
Ah, I see! Understandable, then. I do hope they rest easy! I have not interacted with an inanimal before, but they seem very sweet from what I have watched!
Though, it is interesting how differently they see the world, is it not?
What a skill to have! Having such an instinctual response when someone needs comfort...hah, it is rather unfamiliar to me, so I cannot help being impressed by it! They are quite emotionally intelligent creatures, hm?
Oh, do you think so? I do not want to impose! Nor would I want to frighten any of the dear things-
But of course! If I did not "look out" for the wellbeing of others, I would not be very good at my job!
[They chuckle lightly, but it quickly turns into them awkwardly clearing their throat and cringing.]
My apologies for the pun; I have not practiced making jokes for a while-
Regardless, I cannot wait to meet Davi after the inanimals have finished their nap!
Oh, and should you not also take this time to rest? I can't imagine that you have much downtime around here. What you do is admirable, but it must keep you so very busy!
Oh, you are too sweet! And you give me far too much credit! Truly, I am still a pupil when it comes to the art of jokes!
[They chuckle lightly before tilting their head at Mateo, the look on their face morphing from joy to mild concern.]
Hm...is there anything I could do to assist you? I might not be familiar with inanimal handling, but I do follow instructions quite well. If ever you need someone to watch the dear things, or an extra pair of hands, please, do not hesitate to ask for my aid! You need rest as much as anyone else does, you know.
