HIIIIII!! Welcome to the most ANNOYING blog ever!!!!!
This is a little (actually pretty long. oops) post to introduce everyone that you'll see here, and list some other important stuff too!
[full intro below the cut.]
[THIS BLOG IS ON AN INDEFINITE HIATUS. Asks will not be responded to until it's over.]
Tags that will be used on this blog:
#byrnes banter ; This tag will be used when I'm responding to an ask, or just yapping away anywhere!
#in dors defense ; This tag's for when Dorrie is replying to an ask or just giving a piece of her mind in any post
#mitch mumbles ; This tag is for use when Mitch replies to an ask or just talks in general.
#lyles lectures ; tag for when lyle decides to chime in every once and a blue moon...
#loquacious luis at it again ; tag for when someone decides to talk to Luis, or when he just wants to go on and on of his own accord.
[#ooc ; this is when the mod/narrator is speaking. ill always speak in these brackets by the way, so if something's in brackets characters have not said it and cannot see it.]
all these tags can appear in the same post if multiple people are speaking in the same one!
#picture this ; posts that have art or random images/gifs/videos [That aren't just sprites.]
[#rebloggin time ; reblogs, obviously. Usually it'll just be art i've made on my main blog of the characters, art by other people, or any other posts relating to them ive made on another account. (none of which will be diegetic to the blog unless stated otherwise)]
Now, onto the intros...
First, of course,
THERE'S ME!! THE IPOD GUY!! The leader of the pack! The frontman of the group! I'll be the one answering asks on the blog the majority of the time :)
Next up, is the youngest of the group, Dorrie! Or, Dor for short.
Hey! I might be the youngest but i'm still the hardest hitter out of all of ya, in speech AND punching both.
thirdly, our dear Mitch is next to say hello.
uh, hey. glad to be here.
the second to last member, is Lyle!... Hey Lyle. Can you say hi to the people of the internet for a second? Please?
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what do you want? i'm busy.
and last, but not least, we have Luis!
Hi- that sure is me.
annnnd thats everyone! Thanks for stopping by and I hope you consider sending us an ask :3
[Well, that's not completely it yet. Still have to let the mod talk a little and state some rules n stuff, don't we?]
[Wassup, you can call me Pierce, Guts, or Dave. Byrne is still my sona we just don't have the same name anymore :3 This is my main blog btw @disorganizedguts !!]
[Anyway, first thing I wanna state is that this is my first time running an actual ask blog. If i make some mistakes here and there please be patient with me! Also I don't have many sprites for some of the characters so I won't always be using them in posts, sometimes i'll probably just draw them or only use text in a response (i lied i do just sprites or just text alot). Some of the character's backstories include some heavier topics such as: Mentions of Suicide, Transphobia, Mental health struggles, and Traumatic Injuries. I will never go into too much detail for some of the heavier ones, and will use tags to warn if any of the topics are brought up. Other ocs are welcomed for interactions! I'd love for our children to get along./silly and of course i'd love for any other dialtown ask blogs in general to stop on by.]
[Other Characters that may appear on this blog:
Gingi ( @egglayer-nectardrinker )
Randy's Biggest Hater ( @schmurrit )
The swan god ( @libby-bunny-offical )
unnamed cryptid(?) ( @tobemagobe )
anons:
"🚶♂️" ( #🚶♂️ anon )
[Special posts;]
[ #4/17 ]
[ #5/25 ]
i think that's all for now! hopefully i didn't miss anyone and if anyone wants to be removed from the list or want their name/title changed just lmk :3]
[Now for the rules...
basic dni criteria
Please don't send any nsfw asks- suggestive jokes are okay, just don't direct any of them at the minor character.
I welcome all manner of shipping, except pro/darkships. I do have some pairings in mind for atleast two of the characters but if anything else develops with them over the course of this blog i won't complain.
you can bully any of the characters all you want- just be respectful when interacting with actual people and talking about topics that should be handled with care.
If i dont respond to your ask, it's probably nothing you did. I may just be taking time to think of a proper response or just simply don't feel like answering- no hard feelings. Though i will try my best to reply to almost every ask sent my way, dont worry.]
[I think that about covers it. Thank you again for reading all of this, and have a splendid day/night/whatever time it is for you!]
[Heyyy gang. Bad? (not really) news, I think i'm gonna put this blog on an indefinite hiatus. To be clear before anyone starts worrying; I'm completely fine and nothing's happened in real life. I'm only putting the blog on hiatus because I figured still posting despite not being able to put the same passion in it that I had before isn't ideal. Of course, If i ever get interested in Dialtown again, i'm sure i'll come back to this blog. But for now I won't be active on it anymore- I want to give you all the energy and writing you deserve in the responses and I don't feel up to it now- so everything will be put on hold until I do again.]
[Thank you all, so, SO much. Even if not many people come around to this blog and like the posts anymore, and only one person's been sending in asks anymore, I still appreciate every single person that's shown even a bit of support to this blog. I LOVE YOU ALL/p and i'll see you again eventually <3]
[heyyyyyy everyone! mod/narrator here. idk if im gonna post today, im not feeling all that well. i'm sure it'll pass by tomorrow though- i am aware there's an ask i need to answer, so don't worry i won't leave it unattended forever. I just need a break for today is all!]
[verklempt with emotion, 🚶♂️’s hand slips and the cup falls onto the floor. he immediately freezes and holds his breath, praying that they didn’t hear him]
-🚶♂️
[After a couple of seconds, there's footsteps, and then the closet door creaks open to reveal- ah, just Byrne. Nothing to freak out about.]
Hey uhm, do you think they're done now?
[He asks in a whisper, uncertainty in her demeanor.]
I uh, heard Luis yelling but then they got quiet again.
“... They’re not gonna let us out.” Mitch mutters in defeat, staring at Luis who was just calling for their friends and slamming on the door in a rather panicked fashion.
Luis huffs, looking back at the taller. “Yeah. I’ve gathered that.” He bit back, crossing his arms.
Mitch flinches a little at Luis’s tone, facing away. The two stand there in silence for what feels like a millennia. The only sound audible being the muffled sounds of the city outside and Luis’s foot tapping on the ground antsily.
“I can’t believe they’d do something so damn childish. I’m not going to let them hear the end of this when we get out- especially Byrne. He’s an adult, she should’ve been responsible and stopped Dorrie from doing something stupid-” The one with the record player head rambled, and kept rambling, while Mitch leaned against the wall near the door out of Byrne’s room.
“You’re not listening to a word i’m saying are you?” Luis grumbled.
“I was listening a bit.” Mitch replied, fidgeting with the sleeves of his flannel.
Luis scoffs, “Yeah, you’ll listen, but you won’t say anything back.” Then he pauses, staring straight at the taller man, as if waiting to be proven wrong.
“...Sorry.” Mitch supplied pathetically, his eyes resting anywhere but Luis’s face.
“Oh yeah, and all you can give me is a sad little ‘sorry’- Why is that all you can say to me sometimes?” The shorter man scowled, stepping around to face the taller head on.
This time Mitch dignified him with no response, not even a meek apology. Luis’s hackles only seemed to rise at his silence, the shorter man’s shoulders tensing with agitation.
“And now you can’t even say ANYTHING! My God- just fucking fantastic. I’m stuck in a room with YOU of all people and even backed into a corner you have nothing to say for yourself. This night is just going lovely.” Luis complained, pacing around the bedroom.
“I didn’t choose to be here either.” Mitch sighed, gaze firmly planted on the carpet beneath his feet.
Luis halted immediately at the sound of MItch’s voice, his head snapping to face him. “Oh, yeah? You didn’t choose it. You NEVER choose it when I’M involved. If you would’ve known i’d be the only person here you’d be stuck with you would’ve steered far clear of it all!”
“...Luis…”
Luis took a step towards Mitch as he spoke. “What’s so wrong with being alone with me? Why are you so damn averse to it? And why are you even more averse to the idea alone of having a conversation with me??”
“I don’t want to argue.” Mitch stayed resolute, stuffing his hands in his pockets and turning his head away again.
Luis took another step, his voice slowly beginning to rise in aggression and volume. “Well what the hell can I have when arguing is the only time you actually tell me anything?!”
“Stop it.”
Another step, and he was fairly close to the taller man now. “You want me to stop it then say something! Argue back! Fight with me, dammit!”
Mitch’s voice didn’t quite become louder, but he tried to put a little firmness in it, glancing towards Luis. “Luis I mean it. You don’t want this.”
Luis scoffs once more, pointing a finger at Mitch as he retorts back once again. “As if YOU can decide what I want. It honestly annoys me so damn much how you try to act like this big strong caretaker and push your ideas of what you’re thinking onto others.”
Sighing, Mitch moves his head back to face Luis once more, this time looking at him. “I”m not pushing an idea. I’ve seen how arguments between us end.”
Luis groans. “Maybe they wouldn’t end so badly if you’d actually LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE.” He gestures towards the other and then himself exasperatedly in an attempt to get his point even farther across.
Mitch crosses his arms at this, his tone less quiet than before but still as uncomfortable as the beginning of the argument. “I don’t understand why you say that when you don’t listen to me either. Whenever we fight, it just keeps escalating no matter what I say to you.”
“And since when was the last time you actually properly talked back in an argument??? Without hiding things or mincing words??” Luis retorts, his hands now resting on his hips, with his head cocked to the side.
At this question, Mitch took a few seconds to mull over his thoughts, carefully recalling the answer and presenting it in a solemn tone. “... After Katherine died.”
At the mention of Katherine, silence blanketed over the room once more.The air almost felt colder than it did at first, which was already unusual since Byrne hates the cold and liked to keep his room warm.
Luis piped up after a bit again, shaking his head. “Okay. Okay you should know that silence drives me crazy. We’re not going quiet again. You’re not escaping this- not this time.”
Mitch sighs, heavier than before. “Luis.”
Luis’s head snaps straight towards Mitch, looking him dead on. “Don’t ‘Luis’ me. You talk to me like i’m a kid sometimes- even if it isn’t in your choice of words usually it’s that damn tone you use. You sound like a stern parent and it makes me livid.” He seethed.
“I don’t.” The taller one’s tone sounds a bit more strained now, though he still kept up an impenetrable, impassive wall like everything depended on it.
At this though, Luis finally completely snaps. “You JUST DID. You can’t bullshit your way out of that- I KNOW what I heard. I’m not some hot-headed, sensitive, little snot-nosed child anymore! I’m DIFFERENT now! I’ve CHANGED, i’ve GROWN- What more do you want from me?! Everyone else seems to be pleased enough with how I am now so why are YOU the only one left? Why are you so fucking STUBBORN? What do I need to do to get you to stop treating me like scum?!” He fumed, gesticulating animatedly while he yelled at the other.
And again, loathingly, again- silence comes back in response. It’s almost scathing now- it mocks Luis and all his efforts. He wants to grab Mitch by the shoulders and throttle him until they’re both dizzy. He wants to scream at him until his speakers were ringing. But even with all this anger inside him, burning his insides up, it was more akin to a flame on a candle as it swiftly burnt out- and all the emotions he felt were replaced with a forlorn, exhausted pit. Luis’s hands fell gently to his sides, and his shoulders slumped. He let out a shuddering breath, trembling like the last leaf falling from a winter tree.
“...Do you really still hate me that much? Why can’t I prove myself to you? Why am I not deserving? I just- I’m just fuckin’ tired of this, man. I just want to be your friend. I don’t want to keep doing this.” The one with a record player for a head admitted, gaze downcast and the lid of his casing starting to close.
Mitch collected his thoughts. He was caught off guard at the sudden outburst, and the sad display afterwards, yes, but more than anything he’d been taken by surprise at the revelation he’d been finally forced to face once he heard all of these words. Once the gears in his head had started turning, he’d come to a conclusion that frankly, seemed laughably easy. And he lamented. He couldn’t keep standing there quietly though- it was the exact opposite of what Luis needed him to do in this moment.
For once, he realized he needed to use his words. And that, he did. “I want to protect you. Or… more accurately, that’s what I’ve thought i’ve been doing. For once, I really genuinely want to say I’m sorry. I'm sorry for what I said to you after Katherine died and I'm sorry that I refused to talk to you afterwards. I'm not 'sorry' in any of the ways i’ve said it to you all these years, as a poor excuse to try to get out of an uncomfortable conversation- but as an earnest apology. you don’t need to accept it. But I atleast want you to know now I’ve realized how much i’ve fucked up finally and that I want to amend my mistakes. Because the truth that i’ve come to terms with, that you’ve made me realize, is that I wasn’t protecting you from getting hurt- I was protecting myself. I could never be more ashamed in myself than now, if i’m honest.”
Now, it was Luis’s turn to stand there in silence. Only for a few seconds though, as his lid closed and tears immediately started forming from his optical sensors. Luis brought his sleeves up swiftly to wipe them away, sniffling as they fell down onto the flooring despite his best efforts.
His voice came out wobbly, but he managed to speak clearly enough anyways. “...You… J-jeez, how long did it take for us just to get to such a simple resolution?” Luis starts laughing, all through his tears. He hiccups, and whimpers, but the sounds of his giggling persists through it all. “You’re such an idiot, you know? I am too though. We were both idiots.” He states, his voice smiling.
Mitch can’t possibly just stand there and watch Luis cry- even if he’s laughing too. Something comes over him suddenly, and it feels almost natural despite the last time he felt this was when they were kids. He wants to hug Luis tight and reassure him until he stops crying, soothing him by rubbing patterns onto his back. The fact alone that it’s been so long since there’s been an appropriate situation to do such a thing was making him hesitate, though he couldn’t hold back atleast a gentle hand to rest on his friend’s shoulder.
Mitch’s voice came out gingerly, matching the lightness of his touch. “I know, Lu..- can I call you Lu?”
Luis paused once more, looking back up at Mitch. He nods, and unexpectedly, pulls the taller man into a hug. “Sure. That’s okay. As long as you’re not looking at me as if i’m the Lu from 6 or 20 years ago.”
Mitch is caught off guard again, but quickly adapts to the hug, reciprocating and securing the shorter in his arms. “Of course not. You’re much different now than how you were then- the only thing that’s the same is that you’re still my best friend.”
Luis feels an ache in his heart hearing Mitch call him his ‘best friend’- It wasn’t an ache of longing, or of sadness like he had felt before when he thought of how he missed when the two of them used to act so close- it was a pleasant ache. It felt warm, and almost bittersweet. They had been fighting for so long now, and a part of Luis’s brain, his subconscious doubts had almost had him convinced things would never improve between them- that he’d messed up their relationship like so many other things in his past and this one was a wound that he would never be able to stitch up. But, kindly, those doubts were proven wrong. And he was so happy they were.
Luis pulled back from the hug a little in order to look at MItch. “I wanna apologize too. I’ve been so combative with you this whole time, and even though you were assuming things about me, I was too. I shouldn’tve let my insecurities get the best of me and make me lash out at you all the time.” He confessed, still sniffling a bit, though his tears were starting to subside.
Mitch looked down at Luis with the eyes she’d given him, caring and warm. The green hues shone almost like the stars she’d loved so much- but they weren’t her’s. They were Mitch’s- Now, especially since she was gone, they shone with his own special glow. His own brightness, hope, and love for those he held close. Ever since they’d met, when Mitch moved to Dialtown with his mother and father at 6 years old, Luis felt this warmth come from the other that was abstract in concept, but it was like the feelings he gave him when they spent time together. Now he saw this warmth in his half-lidded green eyes- and they glowed even brighter from what he told him. “You know, I think if Katherine were here now she’d really be proud of you.”
“You...You think so?” Luis’s voice was just above a whisper, a new bout of tears forming at his optical sensors.
“Yeah.” Mitch confirmed, simply and earnestly.
Luis pulled his friend back in again, squeezing him tight. “Thank you, Mitch.”
Rin's pretty chill though. They haven't had a problem with us hanging out here before-
SHEESH, asking me all these questions like I know the answer! Why do you even need to be so suspicious anyway??
We're not suspicious, just confused I guess.
Well- whatever.
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I gotta like- uh- go to the bathroom. Play nice while i'm gone, okay?
We're not children-
[You hear the noise of the bedroom door shutting, and then the lock clicking into place. There seems to be another silence as the two men seemingly process what just happened.]
Hey did you- did you just lock us in here??
...
[There's the sound of Luis trying to open the door, and then attempting a couple more times in a slightly more frantic manner.]
H-hey! Dorrie, did you seriously lock us in here!? What the hell, why would you-
If you two wanna prove you don't act like children, talk it out like MEN. Everyone's sick and tired of your little fights. I'll let you out when you're done talking to eachother.
Wh- DORRIE! I swear to God you better unlock this door!
[Luis keeps calling for his friend, yet all of his pleadings go ignored...]
woww, disgusting. even I wasn’t thinking of that!! that does sound like a good idea though. do you guys have any buckets?
-🚶♂️
It's not a good idea! just, use the bathroom please. It's across the hall.
[There was a knocking at the door. Both Dorrie and Byrne quiet down after they heard it. Dorrie rushes over to the closet, pulling the door closed- before it's shut completely she says something to 🚶♂️.]
Don't make a sound, okay? We'll let you out after they leave, or somethin'-
[With that, the door shuts and footsteps can be heard walking away from it, leaving 🚶♂️ blanketed in darkness in the cramped room. There's the sound of the door to the apartment opening, and Byrne welcoming Luis and Mitch in. They seem to be conversating now, but its too quiet to hear exactly what they're saying.]
Uuuh... Now I feel super stupid for thinking this but I thought you were gonna like, piss in it. Because you might not be able to leave for a little while??........ ookay yeah I'm just uh. gonna go back. t-to the kitchen bye-
[The freshly embarrassed Byrne jogs away hastily, Dorrie staring at him while trying to keep herself from laughing.]
Don't look at me like that okay- HEY. I HEARD YOU SNORT.
Heheh, God, it's not like he's gonna be in there for hours- you crack me up.
Yes! Finally, our master plan will go into action, and those STUBBORN ASSHOLES will finally be forced to make up! I'm so cool for being the leader of this. heh.
Uhh, it's right there.
[Byrne points at a door in a short hall connected to the kitchen/living room inbetween two other doors. Those are probably the bedrooms it was sandwhiched between.]
You can uh... go in whenever. Or- actually- before they get here. Go in whenever unless they're like right at the front door I guess.
Okay- so, uhm, I just need to invite them over right?
Well yeah, that is what we talked about yesterday.
okay- okay sorry... I'm still a bit nervous that something will go wrong.
It'll be fineee- just do it.
ahhh okay..........
[Byrne takes out a phone because she can't text on his head. If I said he can do that before no I didn't! After typing out a message in a groupchat, and waiting for both of them to respond, she looks back up at the other two.]
yes! execute it immediately!! the faster they get together the better it will be for society!!
-🚶♂️
The faster they get together, huh?
[Dor kinda side-eyes 🚶♂️, atleast as much as a person without eyes can. She brushes it off though, seemingly not wanting to get into his obsession with Luis and Mitch's relationship.]
Well alright though. I'll text her then.
[Her head's screen turns on, and she starts typing a message to Byrne to let him know that they're going to go on with the plan now. After she sends it, her screen turns off again and she slots her hands into her pockets.]
