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(ARCHIVE, BLOG DEFUNCT) "He taught me that the hand that feeds," "Deserves to be bitten when it beats." ⚔

Hello visitors of my "journal". This is a basic introductory post.

This is a askblog for a character from this series.

My pronouns are He/Him both IC and OOC.

No sexual, overly gorey or otherwise disrespectful asks. Swearing is allowed.

IC asks are welcome and encouraged. A lot of this character is built on head-canons too the point where it classifies as canon-adjacent AU; mostly just to continue the story with a slightly different ending.

LINK TO ASK 1 Note; This character is canonically mute. Ableists DNI. Last Updated: 3/2/2024 | Founded: 2/2/2023

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elite can (sorta) (not really) cook good for him !!

𝔸𝕊𝕂 𝟜𝟚: 𝕋𝔼𝔸 ✧˖*°࿐

I write in my journal. "Did you like your pin?" Elite picks at some bread. Neither of us eat much. I nod. "I know it's nothing special-" He starts to rant before I poke him and make a disagreeing expression. When he looks up, I change my face into a smile as if to say "thank you." He nods in understanding, and we go back to eating cold bread and smiling at the dumb remarks Elite makes. - "So, any progress on the robot?" I shake my head, further explaining through writing that I haven't gotten all of the materials too get far but enough to get started. "I know this means a lot to you, so a few days ago I went and scouted some places to get parts." I look up. "It's out of town though, so you're either not going or going with me." I hide my disappointment by rationalizing that Elite both has more experience and a better lay of the land. Plus, I nearly got killed, so...Understandable.

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Are you planning to go back anytime soon?

𝔸𝕊𝕂 𝟜𝟙: ℍ𝕆𝕄𝔼 ✧˖*°࿐

I'll hold off for now. I worried Elite more than i thought i would, and i came unprepared. ...I'm ashamed I didn't kill Twisted, yes, but safety comes first.

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Nice to see you around, @askmsideblog.

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Wh- Uh-- Hi? Hi sir???? ? ?

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atleast you're safe now

𝔸𝕊𝕂 𝟜𝟘: 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕄𝕆𝕆ℕ ✧˖*°࿐

I lay, writing in my journal. I feel horrible. It's impossible to get any sleep, I lie in my bed and grip my journal so hard that my knuckles turn a sickly shade of pale and I rip page 32. I find myself writing more and more these days; always more to say, more to scream out in a way I'll never actually get too. I'm angry. He's angry. Yet, we keep spinning. Like The Sun and The Moon, constantly in orbit.

"M? You in there?" Elite stands on the other side of my bedroom's door, I turn and see the metal toes of his boots from underneath. I get up, opening the door. "Hey, poppy-boy." He chimes, holding a freshly washed jacket. "Here's your jacket," He shoves the cedar-colored bundle of fabric into my arms. "You know I suck with apologies, but," I nod, waiting on Elite. He starts to stutter, looking at the cloth in my hands. He struggles to meet my gaze. "I'm sorry. I yelled at you, and I'm sorry." I walk over to my bed, setting down the coat. I pick up my communication book, clearly identifiable by it's poorly dyed black cover. I walk back over, holding my pen. I open to a blank page and press the pen too the paper. "𝐼 '𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝐼 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊." He nods in understanding, smiling as best he can. I don't remember the last time I said those words. "Uh..." Neither of us like hugs. He says. "I made some apple and dandelion tea... Want some?" We regularly opt for tea instead. I nod, going to grab my jacket. In one of the pockets is a poorly painted oversaturated trans pin with muddy, blurred lines. It's beautiful. I put it back in the pocket, smiling. I join Elite for tea.

The truth is beautiful.

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What are you going to tell him?

𝔸𝕊𝕂 𝟛𝟡: ℂℝ𝕆𝕎 ✧˖*°࿐

Sharp sighing, like the cutting edge of a knife. "M, you f☆cking idiot."

We stand 12 feet apart in the living room of our home, I'm in-front of the door and he stands by the counter in the kitchen. I hold my filthy brown jacket in my arms. Sooner than I'd realized it, we're here again. Nothing changes. Elite has his head in one hand and is tapping his fingers on my "communication notebook" with the other. "You mean to tell me you went out, with my sword, nearly got killed by Twisted, and lost my sword? Dead of night?" I nod. "You should've- Why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you at least take someone with you? A bit of armor? You could've died, and I'd-" His voice grows louder and shakier, like a stormcloud or the ringing in your ear. I hardly hear what he says next. "I don't know what I'd do! I was worried about you!" Elite doesn't get sad. He gets worried, and then he gets angry. His chest hitches and his words break. It's the closest he gets to crying.

I try to speak, guilt washing over me like muddy floodwater. When I try, I taste blood. "Just--" "I can't bear too look at you right now, give me your jacket and I'll wash it." "You should take a nap." It hurts, seeing him this angry, not at me, but the possibility of me getting hurt. It's the harshest reminder that he cares. My silence is nothing new, but his is deafening. I walk to my room, brushing hair out of my face.

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Are you still near the village?

𝔸𝕊𝕂 𝟛𝟠: ℝ𝕀𝕊𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕌ℕ ✧˖*°࿐

I've went ahead and shoved my coat into my bag, It's too warm to wear it anyway. Sure it highlights about a good 8 year's worth of scars, but I wonder if I'm better off keeping them. Little reminders of how I've lived through horrors even demons dream of.

I'll keep too this path. I think I'll be at the village soon.

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Where are you now?

𝔸𝕊𝕂 𝟛𝟟: 𝕊ℂ𝔸ℝ𝕃𝔼𝕋 ✧˖*°࿐

Q oidm qb ug itt Qav'b qb acxxwaml bw jm acvvg vwe? Jcb ug ziqv ewv'b abwx; Ug ziqv ewv'b abwx Bpm pmtt Q aie, dwqkma Q pmizl Bpm lzmiua bpib Q twab kpivoml vwbpqvo ib itt Q'u abqtt ug qvacnnmzijtm amtn

I passed out in the grass. It takes longer than usual for my senses to return to me. Dawn breaks in the east. It grips it’s warm, unfeeling hands on the land; The blades of unruly grass sway with the leaves of fig trees and intertwined oak in the terrible waltz of daybreak. The damp dirt is earthy, dead tones of brown, accented with grey pebbles of deepslate. I lie, unmoving like the red sky, like red poppies; like dry blood. The sun paints the oleanders in holy shades of vermeil gold and scarlet. I bask in the cool, damp, vastness of it all. My red hair, slick with rain and ichor. I soak in the lonely quiet. I'll get moving eventually, I just wanna stay here a little longer.

(end of arc 1)

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try to calm down first, get to the village and get your bearings before having to deal with Elite. It'll probably be easier to deal with it somewhat level-headed. Are you close to the village?

ASK 36: OBSIDIAN ✧˖*°࿐

You're right. I'm about 20 minutes away from the village; I'll try and use that time to get it together. I'm gonna have to wash my coat when I get there, too, it's stained with a concerning amount of blood, don't wanna generate more issues than I have too.

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are you alright?

ASK 35: REALITY ✧˖*°࿐

It's been a while since anyone asked me that question.

Too put it lightly, no. I'm still shaken from the fight, and even just sightly afraid of what Elite will say when I tell him that I lost his sword and found out Twisted isn't dead in the same hour.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't slightly afraid of him either way.

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uhhhh why that page got blood on it??!!! anyone else notice that?????

ASK 34: INKING ✧˖*°࿐

I got Twisted's blood on my journal when I fought him. I couldn't get it off.

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Awh, Did I not tie you down well enough? That's a shame. I'll be taking notes for next time.

🙞 Twisted Rainbow

ASK 33: ARSENIC VOL.2 ✧˖*°࿐

I'm sorry, sir.

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look around to make sure no ones there, and then run ig? whatever gets you out

ASK 32: IRꙮN OLEANDER ✧˖*°࿐

I'm in the living room now, and I could've sworn I- "Awh, Did I not tie you down well enough?" "That's a shame." I whirl around instinctively. I feel my blood run cold. Twisted stands in the doorway, he smiles at me. "I could've sworn I did a better job." "I was in a hurry, M! You're way more resilient than your supposed to be." He holds a metal rod in his left hand. I jolt backwards when he holds it up. "When I found out you came back, I couldn't help but make sure you stayed! It gets so lonely without you, and you're such a big help with... everything, my little Alexandrite." Twisted reaches for my head with this open hand. He rustles my hair. I let him. "Did you not miss me? Come on, wipe that look of shock off your face." I hold the knife—his knife—in my right hand. I shake the shellshock out of me before I push him away. "AUGH- YOU-" Twisted grunts before swinging at my side. He hits me and I stumble into a bookcase. I grab a book from it, throwing it at him. I scramble too my feet, holding the knife out in-front of me. Twisted dodges the book, running towards me, swinging at my skull. I dodge, in the process knocking over the bookcase as all of the stuff in it flies out with me in tandem. I grab a few more books and start hurling them at Twisted as I try to sit up. I knock off his opal brooch, and it falls onto my bag. I whirl around, forcing it into a pocket, as I slice a deep gash into the flesh of Twisted's ankle. He stumbles, leaning on a nearby wall. His blood gets everywhere the floor and on me. It leaks into my bag and stains my notebook. "YOU DUMB☆SS B☆TCH!" Twisted hisses in pain as I get up onto my feet. I have a clear shot of his throat. I run past him, slicing a cut into his throat as gain enough momentum to slam myself into the door, forcing the old, decaying wood open and making a mad dash into the night's rain. I can't bring myself to kill him. Why can't I bring myself to kill him? I collapse into the wet grass after what felt like hours of running. I curl into myself, crying my eyes out in silent, crimson agony. I couldn't bring myself to kill him. I should be ashamed. And nothing burns the soul quite as bitterly as shame.

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IMPORTANT! OOC!

An upcoming very important lore event is happening in the askblog lore, and I need your help. Decide for me!

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2

Voting ended onFeb 18, 2023

i won't tell you what exactly happens in either option, but know that option 1 is equally as bad as option 2.

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guys i beg you please don't make this a tie. you won't like the option i pick /hj

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OOC

Option 2 has been picked! Thank you too those who voted! You know what happens now.

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you should know the way out then right?

ASK 31: WORRY. ✧˖*°࿐

I'm out in the hallway, and yes, I do. It's on the other side of the house however, down some stairs. The living room's the most open space, and if anyone else is in here they're the most likely to be there.

Unfortunately, I don't have many other options.

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Be quick, whoever did that might come back

ASK 30: BURY  ✧˖*°࿐

I am! I've gathered my stuff and I'm heading out. I don't have any light sources on me, unfortunately, but I know enough from my 6 years of living here to orient myself.

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Try looking around, maybe there's a way out (or at least some indicator where you are ?)

ASK 29: MEMOIR ✧˖*°࿐

Got untethered, looked around... It's a bedroom. I picked up a photo from the nightstand. My old bedroom. It's so weathered and dark in here I couldn't tell.

I should get moving... The door's probably too rusted to be locked.