One of the contestants of Bet and Forgive has found a phone. they don't look too intimidating…? or are they?
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๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ ⸙ Fawn’s blog! Yay!
1.) Other characters or OCs may interact! Please tag yourself. If you want to build a story, or have an idea for connecting a story with this blog, feel free to dm.
2.) No NSFW, but suggestive comments and actions are fine, (kissing, cuddling, gasp..even handholding?!)
3.) Please do not ship Bones with Fawn! In Fawn's story, they are half siblings.
4.) This oc is intentionally made to be a Vick yumeship oc. (Fawn may not act like it, but they really do admire him.)
5.) Please take a look at Fawn’s story before interacting :0. It's in a Google doc below, but if you can't access it, there's a quick version of it right below the link! (It's about a 10 minute read.)
6.) A tiny thing to ask, please don't treat Fawn like a baby/child, they're a grown adult. They're just really short and likes soft things (based off of our irl body)
7.) Fawn is a system! (Just like us irl.) Some words they say may be in colors depending on who's fronting.
LINK HERE!! WOOHOO CLICK FOR LORE YAYYYY
The TL;DR:
• Fawn is Bone's half sibling, they got separated during their childhood and wrote letters to each other up until Bone's adulthood.
• Fawn has a hobby to draw and collect things in the woods for their scrapbook
• Fawn was in the woods, encountered a drunk, angry, and wealthy man and accidentally injured him (in self defense).
• Fawn was given a harsher sentence due to the rich family of the man who died. They bribed the judge and court to make it a harsher sentence.
• Fawn tried their best to stay polite and nice in prison, but they were bullied for doing so. To protect themselves, an alter in their system does things like poisoning food or spreading rumors
• Fawn was offered to join Bet and Forgive because they're connected to Bones, who already was chosen to join
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Colors represent different alters/headmates speaking for them or with them.
red = anger holder
pink = mood booster,
blue = protector / apathy holder,
green = fawner / anxiety holder
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tags we may use;
⸙ yapper - just live blogging
⸙ whisper into a leaf - answering asks
⸙ admire the view - art / "photos"
⸙ storybook - roleplay responses
⸙ scribble on trees - Fawn's little notes or sketches from their sketchbook
⸙ tree branches - fawn talking about their system
๋࣭⸙ OOC.
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Character tags: (updated frequently)
⸙ big bad wolf - vick
⸙ roadkill - bones
⸙ laughing rabbits - elise
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OC/AU tags:
⸙ little blue bird! - @jccmikuau
⸙ spring cleaning - @jackpot-janitor
⸙ leaf pressing wren - @doomed-writer-jcc
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thanks for visiting! I'm super excited to do this. this may be updated in the future, but don't be scared to ask anything you'd like as long as it's respectful. feel free to ask in character as a canon character or oc!
@jackpot-janitor 's a bitch ass motherfucker. She fucking spread LIES and SLANDWR aborh ME ANS SAID WEIRD THINGS and I said "No that's not true please STOP!!!" ANS SHE @ ED VICK. SHE STINKYSSSHX I HOOE SHE TRIPS ON HWR BROOMSTICK!!!!!
WARNING!! MENTIONS OF DYSPHORIA, BLOOD AND SMOKING!
(there may also be mentions of self harm later on if you choose to interact. Please specify if you don't want that mentioned!)
Vick sat alone in the stall. The lighting in there was dim, and it smelled like cleaning products. He had gone here for a moment to breathe considering just how irritated his group had been making him. There were only 3 stalls for the cast. All roughly the same size as a disabled bathroom, one for girls, one for guys, and then one for others. The other two were taken. He was in the womens stall.
He felt incredibly uneasy in there and had been staring at himself in the mirror for the past 10 minutes.
...
You can look the part, but you can't be the part.
...
He was back in the womens stall. Just like he always had been for the majority of his life.
The womens stall.
The silence was deafening. He could slowly hear his own breathing increase in volume, now louder than the buzzing of the lights.
He was hyperventilating. His chest felt tight.
...
He hardly knew what was going on in that moment, but when he regained his composure the bathroom mirror was shattered on the floor and his glove was torn, stained slightly with blood. Vick leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.
(They were deep in thought. It took a bit to figure out where the bathrooms are, and their head mates were trying their very best to guide the body to the right direction.)
(The handicap ones taken...)
(Are you serious? They have to use the women's one again?)
(It's not that bad. Not like anyone is gonna care.)
(... Being in the men's room is more intimidating anyway.)
(Just thinking about it makes Fawn's stomach drop.)
(Don't think about it don't think about it.)
(They can be quick, it's okay. They're okay.)
(Oh, it's Occupied...)
(Okay, they didn't need to come in urgently, they just wanted to adjust their binder in front of a mirror. They spin on their heal until──)
⸙ "Ah!"
(A sudden crunch, followed by a rumble that Fawn could feel below their shoes.)
(What... Was that? Did someone fall?)
(There's trickling glass from the other side. Fawn takes in a deep breath, slow, trying their best to focus their hearing...)
(Someones on the other side, they could be hurt. They heard glass.)
(Maybe Fawn should leave them alone, maybe they're fine. They shouldn't bother them.)
(Guilt washes away that thought, it's interrupted. No! They should at least knock or something! Don't just stand there!)
(Three knocks.)
(They lean their ear against the door...)
⸙ "Are... you okay in there? I can get help if you need any!"
(They probably said too much. Just saying 'are you alright' would have been enough.)
{$} Vick froze. He immediately recognized that voice. He couldn't decide whether it'd be best to just say nothing and act like he wasn't there, or to just say he was fine.
If he didn't say anything, they'd likely assume the worse and then call someone over to help, which he truly didn't need.
After a moment of thinking, he sighed and chose to speak.
“Im fine, Fawn. Thank you for the offer.”
There were a few small shards stuck in his hand.. He bit back a wince. Small drops of blood dripped on the floor.
{$} He couldn't bring himself to look at them, keeping his gaze lowered to the floor.
“Just a little accident. Its nothing too bad.”
He took a drag from his cigarette. It was a clear lie about his hand being fine, considering the fact it was trembling and he couldn't even bear to make eye contact.
“The mirror came off of the wall on its own. I didn't do anything.”
It was a shitty lie, but he didn't really want to get personal right now. He stood up slowly.
{$} He looked into their eyes for a moment, unsure of what to say. After a moment of consideration he placed his trembling hand in theirs softly. His glove was still on.
“I didn't think you were making fun of me, I just prefer to.. Tend to my own wounds and issues.”
(Pursing their lips, and cupping the hand with their own, Fawn stays careful to not press their thumbs down on the injured area.)
⸙ "I understand that feeling. It's... It's better off to just keep it to yourself, right? To... To not have to make anyone worry about you? But, uh..."
(There are some pieces that could be taken out with just their fingers. Fawn gently guides Vick closer to the sink.)
⸙ "You're safe with me. If there's something going on, I'm here to listen. Uh, and, um, your glove. I can't take it off just yet? So? I'm gonna run it under the water if that's okay... It'll make your skin soften, and the glass can fall out that way."
(They've had glass shards in their hands before. The memory itself is distant, but it had to do with the prison they used to stay at.)
{$} He nodded. Vick rolled up his sleeve in order to prevent it from getting wet. As he did so, countless circular burn marks and scars were revealed from beneath. It was clear that they were cigarette burns.
“I know I'm safe with you. I'd have no reason not to be, but I don't need someone to vent out my frustrations to. I was just a little angry. This doesn't normally happen, so i can assure you, nothing is wrong with me.”
There was one thing that made it so obvious it was a lie.
The fact that everytime he noticed his reflection in little shards, he became visibly uncomfortable and glanced away quickly.
(He feels safe with them. That's great, genuinely, it really is. Fawn felt warm and fuzzy at the thought of someone like Vick being comfortable around them.)
(His scars. They're new. These are a different shape compared to the ones on their own left wrist and other sections of the back of their arms.)
(What... Else has he done to himself?)
(They have to take off their gloves too. Wet fabric makes them squirm.)
(Off goes the lace cuffs and gloves. As they shuffled the fabric into one of their pants pockets, Fawn's hands lightly lean Vick's down.)
(Four lines. Some along their own wrist, a few others on the back of their arm too. They're fading away, pale.)
⸙ "You... Broke the mirror because you were angry."
(Repeating things helps Fawn. It creates a visual in their head, like reading a story book and taking in the scenery.)
(Room temperature, right? Or warm? Try warm, yeah. It'll expand the skin, maybe?)
(Fawn was wincing while they watched the sink water flow over Vick's hand. Salmon coats the bowl of the sink.)
(He's looking away. Does it hurt that much?)
(Wait, he's not looking at the mirror either...)
⸙ "Did you... See something that you didn't like? Because... It must have been bad enough to punch a mirror and injure yourself, Vick."
(Sounds of bubbling water and clinking. Two shards are out, but one of them are stuck. It's big enough to pull out. Fawn hisses through their teeth.)
⸙ "Aw, Vick... It's not worth it to hurt yourself because of your reflection."
{$} Insecure of his reflection.. Yeah, let's just go with that.
It was a little difficult to think of a response considering the fact he was having shards of a mirror removed from his hand. It stung like hell. His lower pain tolerance was something he'd never admit.
It was something he'd been trying to get rid of for years, afterall. And his arms were proof of that.
He seemed a little worried.. One of the cigarette burns looked a little newer, and warm water on that would definitely make it hurt a lot worse.
“I know i shouldn't have punched the mirror over something as stupid as that.”
Was he over reacting? Majorly? I mean, he didn't even punch himself because of his actual reflection, it was just the dysphoria of going into the wrong bathroom. Seriously?
“My intent wasn't to injure myself though. I simply wanted to punch something.”
(They jump from the sudden pull away, shoulders and hands raised. They flinch from the sudden movement and both hands raise over their face.)
(...)
(Oh.)
(Fawn is surprised when Vick returns his hand.)
(Their chest feels much tighter than before. Damn it. It's getting hard to breathe after that sudden flinch.)
(The glove flutters to the ground. Damn it.)
(Too far. Too fucking nosy. Should have slowed down and focused more on helping him.)
(Remember when our therapist kept bugging us about the cuts? Yeah, imagine that now.)
(Okay. They get it. Ouch.)
(They hold the palm. now tracing their eyes along the cuts. Knuckles are irritated, slits of red are shiny. It's still bleeding but it's not overflowing anymore.)
⸙ "I was being too nosy. I don't blame you for pulling away."
(Awkwardly, Fawn turns their head away. They're grabbing a couple of paper towels.)
(This will do for now. They really wish they had that medkit, then they could properly patch up his hand.)
(Their hands are smaller. It feels warm, to hold Vick's hand like this, and the fact that he allowed them to send his wound feels...)
⸙ "...I used to rub eracers on my wrists. I thought if I did it, then... Then that means I've been properly punished."
(Why are they saying this now? This isn't going to help, idiot!)
(But... They keep speaking, softly.)
⸙ "I thought, if no one could punish me then I should punish myself. So I did that. It was over something stupid too."
⸙ "I forgot what exactly it was, I think, I think I promised something to my sibling and I realized that I broke it."
⸙ "All it did was make these big, painful burns on my skin. It took weeks for it to heal."
⸙ "... Your hand should be okay now. I think."
(For the rest of the time, as Fawn wraps and presses the towels against the wounds, they don't speak.)
(Crinkling paper and shuffling echoes in the restroom. It's makeshift bandage is finished, but Fawn still holds the hand with both of their own.)
{$} He said, his voice more quiet than usual. He took a deep breath and hesitated before speaking again.
“I've.. Got my own reasons for why I do it. But I wouldn't want to make you worry.”
He looked into their eyes for a moment. It wasn't often Vick allowed himself to be vulnerable around another person. There was something about Fawn that made him feel like it was okay. Just once.
“What was it that you initially came here to do anyway? Unless, of course, you just heard the sound of the mirror from afar.”
(Their heart twists. They weren't looking for attention for themselves, but yet they blabbed about the eraser scars anyway.)
⸙ "No, no. I'm... I'm still worried but, I'm sure if I listen, I could understand. Seriously, I don't mind listening to you."
(Vick looks so soft. When he looks at Fawn, it doesn't make them feel uncomfortable at all.)
(Usually they're cold, stern, looking around for trouble. Now it feels like a mask has been taken off.)
(...His eyes are handsome.)
(They wanted to comment on that, but his question brings them out of the hazy daze. Somehow, right after Vick asked, it brought back the discomfort in Fawn's chest.)
⸙ "I uh... I was gonna change out of..."
(They're safe right now. Vick feels safe with them too.)
(Would he even understand? He is a little older, but...)
(A big sigh comes out. Either it's because it makes them feel a little better, or maybe they did it because this was going to feels stupid to say.)
⸙ "So ,um. I'm wearing something that compresses my chest. It makes my chest flatter? It's called a binder, and, and I forgot to... Take... It off? That's it. It's weird I know. but I really don't like how my chest looks and, and how... Big it is. So...."
(Why does talking about this make them feel shaky? Their heart is racing.)
(He's not gonna yell at them, they know that, but somehow just saying all of that makes them feel like they're gonna be made fun of.)
WARNING!! MENTIONS OF DYSPHORIA, BLOOD AND SMOKING!
(there may also be mentions of self harm later on if you choose to interact. Please specify if you don't want that mentioned!)
Vick sat alone in the stall. The lighting in there was dim, and it smelled like cleaning products. He had gone here for a moment to breathe considering just how irritated his group had been making him. There were only 3 stalls for the cast. All roughly the same size as a disabled bathroom, one for girls, one for guys, and then one for others. The other two were taken. He was in the womens stall.
He felt incredibly uneasy in there and had been staring at himself in the mirror for the past 10 minutes.
...
You can look the part, but you can't be the part.
...
He was back in the womens stall. Just like he always had been for the majority of his life.
The womens stall.
The silence was deafening. He could slowly hear his own breathing increase in volume, now louder than the buzzing of the lights.
He was hyperventilating. His chest felt tight.
...
He hardly knew what was going on in that moment, but when he regained his composure the bathroom mirror was shattered on the floor and his glove was torn, stained slightly with blood. Vick leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.
(They were deep in thought. It took a bit to figure out where the bathrooms are, and their head mates were trying their very best to guide the body to the right direction.)
(The handicap ones taken...)
(Are you serious? They have to use the women's one again?)
(It's not that bad. Not like anyone is gonna care.)
(... Being in the men's room is more intimidating anyway.)
(Just thinking about it makes Fawn's stomach drop.)
(Don't think about it don't think about it.)
(They can be quick, it's okay. They're okay.)
(Oh, it's Occupied...)
(Okay, they didn't need to come in urgently, they just wanted to adjust their binder in front of a mirror. They spin on their heal until──)
⸙ "Ah!"
(A sudden crunch, followed by a rumble that Fawn could feel below their shoes.)
(What... Was that? Did someone fall?)
(There's trickling glass from the other side. Fawn takes in a deep breath, slow, trying their best to focus their hearing...)
(Someones on the other side, they could be hurt. They heard glass.)
(Maybe Fawn should leave them alone, maybe they're fine. They shouldn't bother them.)
(Guilt washes away that thought, it's interrupted. No! They should at least knock or something! Don't just stand there!)
(Three knocks.)
(They lean their ear against the door...)
⸙ "Are... you okay in there? I can get help if you need any!"
(They probably said too much. Just saying 'are you alright' would have been enough.)
{$} Vick froze. He immediately recognized that voice. He couldn't decide whether it'd be best to just say nothing and act like he wasn't there, or to just say he was fine.
If he didn't say anything, they'd likely assume the worse and then call someone over to help, which he truly didn't need.
After a moment of thinking, he sighed and chose to speak.
“Im fine, Fawn. Thank you for the offer.”
There were a few small shards stuck in his hand.. He bit back a wince. Small drops of blood dripped on the floor.
{$} He couldn't bring himself to look at them, keeping his gaze lowered to the floor.
“Just a little accident. Its nothing too bad.”
He took a drag from his cigarette. It was a clear lie about his hand being fine, considering the fact it was trembling and he couldn't even bear to make eye contact.
“The mirror came off of the wall on its own. I didn't do anything.”
It was a shitty lie, but he didn't really want to get personal right now. He stood up slowly.
{$} He looked into their eyes for a moment, unsure of what to say. After a moment of consideration he placed his trembling hand in theirs softly. His glove was still on.
“I didn't think you were making fun of me, I just prefer to.. Tend to my own wounds and issues.”
(Pursing their lips, and cupping the hand with their own, Fawn stays careful to not press their thumbs down on the injured area.)
⸙ "I understand that feeling. It's... It's better off to just keep it to yourself, right? To... To not have to make anyone worry about you? But, uh..."
(There are some pieces that could be taken out with just their fingers. Fawn gently guides Vick closer to the sink.)
⸙ "You're safe with me. If there's something going on, I'm here to listen. Uh, and, um, your glove. I can't take it off just yet? So? I'm gonna run it under the water if that's okay... It'll make your skin soften, and the glass can fall out that way."
(They've had glass shards in their hands before. The memory itself is distant, but it had to do with the prison they used to stay at.)
{$} He nodded. Vick rolled up his sleeve in order to prevent it from getting wet. As he did so, countless circular burn marks and scars were revealed from beneath. It was clear that they were cigarette burns.
“I know I'm safe with you. I'd have no reason not to be, but I don't need someone to vent out my frustrations to. I was just a little angry. This doesn't normally happen, so i can assure you, nothing is wrong with me.”
There was one thing that made it so obvious it was a lie.
The fact that everytime he noticed his reflection in little shards, he became visibly uncomfortable and glanced away quickly.
(He feels safe with them. That's great, genuinely, it really is. Fawn felt warm and fuzzy at the thought of someone like Vick being comfortable around them.)
(His scars. They're new. These are a different shape compared to the ones on their own left wrist and other sections of the back of their arms.)
(What... Else has he done to himself?)
(They have to take off their gloves too. Wet fabric makes them squirm.)
(Off goes the lace cuffs and gloves. As they shuffled the fabric into one of their pants pockets, Fawn's hands lightly lean Vick's down.)
(Four lines. Some along their own wrist, a few others on the back of their arm too. They're fading away, pale.)
⸙ "You... Broke the mirror because you were angry."
(Repeating things helps Fawn. It creates a visual in their head, like reading a story book and taking in the scenery.)
(Room temperature, right? Or warm? Try warm, yeah. It'll expand the skin, maybe?)
(Fawn was wincing while they watched the sink water flow over Vick's hand. Salmon coats the bowl of the sink.)
(He's looking away. Does it hurt that much?)
(Wait, he's not looking at the mirror either...)
⸙ "Did you... See something that you didn't like? Because... It must have been bad enough to punch a mirror and injure yourself, Vick."
(Sounds of bubbling water and clinking. Two shards are out, but one of them are stuck. It's big enough to pull out. Fawn hisses through their teeth.)
⸙ "Aw, Vick... It's not worth it to hurt yourself because of your reflection."
{$} Insecure of his reflection.. Yeah, let's just go with that.
It was a little difficult to think of a response considering the fact he was having shards of a mirror removed from his hand. It stung like hell. His lower pain tolerance was something he'd never admit.
It was something he'd been trying to get rid of for years, afterall. And his arms were proof of that.
He seemed a little worried.. One of the cigarette burns looked a little newer, and warm water on that would definitely make it hurt a lot worse.
“I know i shouldn't have punched the mirror over something as stupid as that.”
Was he over reacting? Majorly? I mean, he didn't even punch himself because of his actual reflection, it was just the dysphoria of going into the wrong bathroom. Seriously?
“My intent wasn't to injure myself though. I simply wanted to punch something.”
(They jump from the sudden pull away, shoulders and hands raised. They flinch from the sudden movement and both hands raise over their face.)
(...)
(Oh.)
(Fawn is surprised when Vick returns his hand.)
(Their chest feels much tighter than before. Damn it. It's getting hard to breathe after that sudden flinch.)
(The glove flutters to the ground. Damn it.)
(Too far. Too fucking nosy. Should have slowed down and focused more on helping him.)
(Remember when our therapist kept bugging us about the cuts? Yeah, imagine that now.)
(Okay. They get it. Ouch.)
(They hold the palm. now tracing their eyes along the cuts. Knuckles are irritated, slits of red are shiny. It's still bleeding but it's not overflowing anymore.)
⸙ "I was being too nosy. I don't blame you for pulling away."
(Awkwardly, Fawn turns their head away. They're grabbing a couple of paper towels.)
(This will do for now. They really wish they had that medkit, then they could properly patch up his hand.)
(Their hands are smaller. It feels warm, to hold Vick's hand like this, and the fact that he allowed them to send his wound feels...)
⸙ "...I used to rub eracers on my wrists. I thought if I did it, then... Then that means I've been properly punished."
(Why are they saying this now? This isn't going to help, idiot!)
(But... They keep speaking, softly.)
⸙ "I thought, if no one could punish me then I should punish myself. So I did that. It was over something stupid too."
⸙ "I forgot what exactly it was, I think, I think I promised something to my sibling and I realized that I broke it."
⸙ "All it did was make these big, painful burns on my skin. It took weeks for it to heal."
⸙ "... Your hand should be okay now. I think."
(For the rest of the time, as Fawn wraps and presses the towels against the wounds, they don't speak.)
(Crinkling paper and shuffling echoes in the restroom. It's makeshift bandage is finished, but Fawn still holds the hand with both of their own.)
{$} He said, his voice more quiet than usual. He took a deep breath and hesitated before speaking again.
“I've.. Got my own reasons for why I do it. But I wouldn't want to make you worry.”
He looked into their eyes for a moment. It wasn't often Vick allowed himself to be vulnerable around another person. There was something about Fawn that made him feel like it was okay. Just once.
“What was it that you initially came here to do anyway? Unless, of course, you just heard the sound of the mirror from afar.”
(Their heart twists. They weren't looking for attention for themselves, but yet they blabbed about the eraser scars anyway.)
⸙ "No, no. I'm... I'm still worried but, I'm sure if I listen, I could understand. Seriously, I don't mind listening to you."
(Vick looks so soft. When he looks at Fawn, it doesn't make them feel uncomfortable at all.)
(Usually they're cold, stern, looking around for trouble. Now it feels like a mask has been taken off.)
(...His eyes are handsome.)
(They wanted to comment on that, but his question brings them out of the hazy daze. Somehow, right after Vick asked, it brought back the discomfort in Fawn's chest.)
⸙ "I uh... I was gonna change out of..."
(They're safe right now. Vick feels safe with them too.)
(Would he even understand? He is a little older, but...)
(A big sigh comes out. Either it's because it makes them feel a little better, or maybe they did it because this was going to feels stupid to say.)
⸙ "So ,um. I'm wearing something that compresses my chest. It makes my chest flatter? It's called a binder, and, and I forgot to... Take... It off? That's it. It's weird I know. but I really don't like how my chest looks and, and how... Big it is. So...."
(Why does talking about this make them feel shaky? Their heart is racing.)
(He's not gonna yell at them, they know that, but somehow just saying all of that makes them feel like they're gonna be made fun of.)
WARNING!! MENTIONS OF DYSPHORIA, BLOOD AND SMOKING!
(there may also be mentions of self harm later on if you choose to interact. Please specify if you don't want that mentioned!)
Vick sat alone in the stall. The lighting in there was dim, and it smelled like cleaning products. He had gone here for a moment to breathe considering just how irritated his group had been making him. There were only 3 stalls for the cast. All roughly the same size as a disabled bathroom, one for girls, one for guys, and then one for others. The other two were taken. He was in the womens stall.
He felt incredibly uneasy in there and had been staring at himself in the mirror for the past 10 minutes.
...
You can look the part, but you can't be the part.
...
He was back in the womens stall. Just like he always had been for the majority of his life.
The womens stall.
The silence was deafening. He could slowly hear his own breathing increase in volume, now louder than the buzzing of the lights.
He was hyperventilating. His chest felt tight.
...
He hardly knew what was going on in that moment, but when he regained his composure the bathroom mirror was shattered on the floor and his glove was torn, stained slightly with blood. Vick leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.
(They were deep in thought. It took a bit to figure out where the bathrooms are, and their head mates were trying their very best to guide the body to the right direction.)
(The handicap ones taken...)
(Are you serious? They have to use the women's one again?)
(It's not that bad. Not like anyone is gonna care.)
(... Being in the men's room is more intimidating anyway.)
(Just thinking about it makes Fawn's stomach drop.)
(Don't think about it don't think about it.)
(They can be quick, it's okay. They're okay.)
(Oh, it's Occupied...)
(Okay, they didn't need to come in urgently, they just wanted to adjust their binder in front of a mirror. They spin on their heal until──)
⸙ "Ah!"
(A sudden crunch, followed by a rumble that Fawn could feel below their shoes.)
(What... Was that? Did someone fall?)
(There's trickling glass from the other side. Fawn takes in a deep breath, slow, trying their best to focus their hearing...)
(Someones on the other side, they could be hurt. They heard glass.)
(Maybe Fawn should leave them alone, maybe they're fine. They shouldn't bother them.)
(Guilt washes away that thought, it's interrupted. No! They should at least knock or something! Don't just stand there!)
(Three knocks.)
(They lean their ear against the door...)
⸙ "Are... you okay in there? I can get help if you need any!"
(They probably said too much. Just saying 'are you alright' would have been enough.)
{$} Vick froze. He immediately recognized that voice. He couldn't decide whether it'd be best to just say nothing and act like he wasn't there, or to just say he was fine.
If he didn't say anything, they'd likely assume the worse and then call someone over to help, which he truly didn't need.
After a moment of thinking, he sighed and chose to speak.
“Im fine, Fawn. Thank you for the offer.”
There were a few small shards stuck in his hand.. He bit back a wince. Small drops of blood dripped on the floor.
{$} He couldn't bring himself to look at them, keeping his gaze lowered to the floor.
“Just a little accident. Its nothing too bad.”
He took a drag from his cigarette. It was a clear lie about his hand being fine, considering the fact it was trembling and he couldn't even bear to make eye contact.
“The mirror came off of the wall on its own. I didn't do anything.”
It was a shitty lie, but he didn't really want to get personal right now. He stood up slowly.
{$} He looked into their eyes for a moment, unsure of what to say. After a moment of consideration he placed his trembling hand in theirs softly. His glove was still on.
“I didn't think you were making fun of me, I just prefer to.. Tend to my own wounds and issues.”
(Pursing their lips, and cupping the hand with their own, Fawn stays careful to not press their thumbs down on the injured area.)
⸙ "I understand that feeling. It's... It's better off to just keep it to yourself, right? To... To not have to make anyone worry about you? But, uh..."
(There are some pieces that could be taken out with just their fingers. Fawn gently guides Vick closer to the sink.)
⸙ "You're safe with me. If there's something going on, I'm here to listen. Uh, and, um, your glove. I can't take it off just yet? So? I'm gonna run it under the water if that's okay... It'll make your skin soften, and the glass can fall out that way."
(They've had glass shards in their hands before. The memory itself is distant, but it had to do with the prison they used to stay at.)
{$} He nodded. Vick rolled up his sleeve in order to prevent it from getting wet. As he did so, countless circular burn marks and scars were revealed from beneath. It was clear that they were cigarette burns.
“I know I'm safe with you. I'd have no reason not to be, but I don't need someone to vent out my frustrations to. I was just a little angry. This doesn't normally happen, so i can assure you, nothing is wrong with me.”
There was one thing that made it so obvious it was a lie.
The fact that everytime he noticed his reflection in little shards, he became visibly uncomfortable and glanced away quickly.
(He feels safe with them. That's great, genuinely, it really is. Fawn felt warm and fuzzy at the thought of someone like Vick being comfortable around them.)
(His scars. They're new. These are a different shape compared to the ones on their own left wrist and other sections of the back of their arms.)
(What... Else has he done to himself?)
(They have to take off their gloves too. Wet fabric makes them squirm.)
(Off goes the lace cuffs and gloves. As they shuffled the fabric into one of their pants pockets, Fawn's hands lightly lean Vick's down.)
(Four lines. Some along their own wrist, a few others on the back of their arm too. They're fading away, pale.)
⸙ "You... Broke the mirror because you were angry."
(Repeating things helps Fawn. It creates a visual in their head, like reading a story book and taking in the scenery.)
(Room temperature, right? Or warm? Try warm, yeah. It'll expand the skin, maybe?)
(Fawn was wincing while they watched the sink water flow over Vick's hand. Salmon coats the bowl of the sink.)
(He's looking away. Does it hurt that much?)
(Wait, he's not looking at the mirror either...)
⸙ "Did you... See something that you didn't like? Because... It must have been bad enough to punch a mirror and injure yourself, Vick."
(Sounds of bubbling water and clinking. Two shards are out, but one of them are stuck. It's big enough to pull out. Fawn hisses through their teeth.)
⸙ "Aw, Vick... It's not worth it to hurt yourself because of your reflection."
{$} Insecure of his reflection.. Yeah, let's just go with that.
It was a little difficult to think of a response considering the fact he was having shards of a mirror removed from his hand. It stung like hell. His lower pain tolerance was something he'd never admit.
It was something he'd been trying to get rid of for years, afterall. And his arms were proof of that.
He seemed a little worried.. One of the cigarette burns looked a little newer, and warm water on that would definitely make it hurt a lot worse.
“I know i shouldn't have punched the mirror over something as stupid as that.”
Was he over reacting? Majorly? I mean, he didn't even punch himself because of his actual reflection, it was just the dysphoria of going into the wrong bathroom. Seriously?
“My intent wasn't to injure myself though. I simply wanted to punch something.”
(They jump from the sudden pull away, shoulders and hands raised. They flinch from the sudden movement and both hands raise over their face.)
(...)
(Oh.)
(Fawn is surprised when Vick returns his hand.)
(Their chest feels much tighter than before. Damn it. It's getting hard to breathe after that sudden flinch.)
(The glove flutters to the ground. Damn it.)
(Too far. Too fucking nosy. Should have slowed down and focused more on helping him.)
(Remember when our therapist kept bugging us about the cuts? Yeah, imagine that now.)
(Okay. They get it. Ouch.)
(They hold the palm. now tracing their eyes along the cuts. Knuckles are irritated, slits of red are shiny. It's still bleeding but it's not overflowing anymore.)
⸙ "I was being too nosy. I don't blame you for pulling away."
(Awkwardly, Fawn turns their head away. They're grabbing a couple of paper towels.)
(This will do for now. They really wish they had that medkit, then they could properly patch up his hand.)
(Their hands are smaller. It feels warm, to hold Vick's hand like this, and the fact that he allowed them to send his wound feels...)
⸙ "...I used to rub eracers on my wrists. I thought if I did it, then... Then that means I've been properly punished."
(Why are they saying this now? This isn't going to help, idiot!)
(But... They keep speaking, softly.)
⸙ "I thought, if no one could punish me then I should punish myself. So I did that. It was over something stupid too."
⸙ "I forgot what exactly it was, I think, I think I promised something to my sibling and I realized that I broke it."
⸙ "All it did was make these big, painful burns on my skin. It took weeks for it to heal."
⸙ "... Your hand should be okay now. I think."
(For the rest of the time, as Fawn wraps and presses the towels against the wounds, they don't speak.)
(Crinkling paper and shuffling echoes in the restroom. It's makeshift bandage is finished, but Fawn still holds the hand with both of their own.)
{$} He said, his voice more quiet than usual. He took a deep breath and hesitated before speaking again.
“I've.. Got my own reasons for why I do it. But I wouldn't want to make you worry.”
He looked into their eyes for a moment. It wasn't often Vick allowed himself to be vulnerable around another person. There was something about Fawn that made him feel like it was okay. Just once.
“What was it that you initially came here to do anyway? Unless, of course, you just heard the sound of the mirror from afar.”
(Their heart twists. They weren't looking for attention for themselves, but yet they blabbed about the eraser scars anyway.)
⸙ "No, no. I'm... I'm still worried but, I'm sure if I listen, I could understand. Seriously, I don't mind listening to you."
(Vick looks so soft. When he looks at Fawn, it doesn't make them feel uncomfortable at all.)
(Usually they're cold, stern, looking around for trouble. Now it feels like a mask has been taken off.)
(...His eyes are handsome.)
(They wanted to comment on that, but his question brings them out of the hazy daze. Somehow, right after Vick asked, it brought back the discomfort in Fawn's chest.)
⸙ "I uh... I was gonna change out of..."
(They're safe right now. Vick feels safe with them too.)
(Would he even understand? He is a little older, but...)
(A big sigh comes out. Either it's because it makes them feel a little better, or maybe they did it because this was going to feels stupid to say.)
⸙ "So ,um. I'm wearing something that compresses my chest. It makes my chest flatter? It's called a binder, and, and I forgot to... Take... It off? That's it. It's weird I know. but I really don't like how my chest looks and, and how... Big it is. So...."
(Why does talking about this make them feel shaky? Their heart is racing.)
(He's not gonna yell at them, they know that, but somehow just saying all of that makes them feel like they're gonna be made fun of.)
WARNING!! MENTIONS OF DYSPHORIA, BLOOD AND SMOKING!
(there may also be mentions of self harm later on if you choose to interact. Please specify if you don't want that mentioned!)
Vick sat alone in the stall. The lighting in there was dim, and it smelled like cleaning products. He had gone here for a moment to breathe considering just how irritated his group had been making him. There were only 3 stalls for the cast. All roughly the same size as a disabled bathroom, one for girls, one for guys, and then one for others. The other two were taken. He was in the womens stall.
He felt incredibly uneasy in there and had been staring at himself in the mirror for the past 10 minutes.
...
You can look the part, but you can't be the part.
...
He was back in the womens stall. Just like he always had been for the majority of his life.
The womens stall.
The silence was deafening. He could slowly hear his own breathing increase in volume, now louder than the buzzing of the lights.
He was hyperventilating. His chest felt tight.
...
He hardly knew what was going on in that moment, but when he regained his composure the bathroom mirror was shattered on the floor and his glove was torn, stained slightly with blood. Vick leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.
(They were deep in thought. It took a bit to figure out where the bathrooms are, and their head mates were trying their very best to guide the body to the right direction.)
(The handicap ones taken...)
(Are you serious? They have to use the women's one again?)
(It's not that bad. Not like anyone is gonna care.)
(... Being in the men's room is more intimidating anyway.)
(Just thinking about it makes Fawn's stomach drop.)
(Don't think about it don't think about it.)
(They can be quick, it's okay. They're okay.)
(Oh, it's Occupied...)
(Okay, they didn't need to come in urgently, they just wanted to adjust their binder in front of a mirror. They spin on their heal until──)
⸙ "Ah!"
(A sudden crunch, followed by a rumble that Fawn could feel below their shoes.)
(What... Was that? Did someone fall?)
(There's trickling glass from the other side. Fawn takes in a deep breath, slow, trying their best to focus their hearing...)
(Someones on the other side, they could be hurt. They heard glass.)
(Maybe Fawn should leave them alone, maybe they're fine. They shouldn't bother them.)
(Guilt washes away that thought, it's interrupted. No! They should at least knock or something! Don't just stand there!)
(Three knocks.)
(They lean their ear against the door...)
⸙ "Are... you okay in there? I can get help if you need any!"
(They probably said too much. Just saying 'are you alright' would have been enough.)
{$} Vick froze. He immediately recognized that voice. He couldn't decide whether it'd be best to just say nothing and act like he wasn't there, or to just say he was fine.
If he didn't say anything, they'd likely assume the worse and then call someone over to help, which he truly didn't need.
After a moment of thinking, he sighed and chose to speak.
“Im fine, Fawn. Thank you for the offer.”
There were a few small shards stuck in his hand.. He bit back a wince. Small drops of blood dripped on the floor.
{$} He couldn't bring himself to look at them, keeping his gaze lowered to the floor.
“Just a little accident. Its nothing too bad.”
He took a drag from his cigarette. It was a clear lie about his hand being fine, considering the fact it was trembling and he couldn't even bear to make eye contact.
“The mirror came off of the wall on its own. I didn't do anything.”
It was a shitty lie, but he didn't really want to get personal right now. He stood up slowly.
{$} He looked into their eyes for a moment, unsure of what to say. After a moment of consideration he placed his trembling hand in theirs softly. His glove was still on.
“I didn't think you were making fun of me, I just prefer to.. Tend to my own wounds and issues.”
(Pursing their lips, and cupping the hand with their own, Fawn stays careful to not press their thumbs down on the injured area.)
⸙ "I understand that feeling. It's... It's better off to just keep it to yourself, right? To... To not have to make anyone worry about you? But, uh..."
(There are some pieces that could be taken out with just their fingers. Fawn gently guides Vick closer to the sink.)
⸙ "You're safe with me. If there's something going on, I'm here to listen. Uh, and, um, your glove. I can't take it off just yet? So? I'm gonna run it under the water if that's okay... It'll make your skin soften, and the glass can fall out that way."
(They've had glass shards in their hands before. The memory itself is distant, but it had to do with the prison they used to stay at.)
{$} He nodded. Vick rolled up his sleeve in order to prevent it from getting wet. As he did so, countless circular burn marks and scars were revealed from beneath. It was clear that they were cigarette burns.
“I know I'm safe with you. I'd have no reason not to be, but I don't need someone to vent out my frustrations to. I was just a little angry. This doesn't normally happen, so i can assure you, nothing is wrong with me.”
There was one thing that made it so obvious it was a lie.
The fact that everytime he noticed his reflection in little shards, he became visibly uncomfortable and glanced away quickly.
(He feels safe with them. That's great, genuinely, it really is. Fawn felt warm and fuzzy at the thought of someone like Vick being comfortable around them.)
(His scars. They're new. These are a different shape compared to the ones on their own left wrist and other sections of the back of their arms.)
(What... Else has he done to himself?)
(They have to take off their gloves too. Wet fabric makes them squirm.)
(Off goes the lace cuffs and gloves. As they shuffled the fabric into one of their pants pockets, Fawn's hands lightly lean Vick's down.)
(Four lines. Some along their own wrist, a few others on the back of their arm too. They're fading away, pale.)
⸙ "You... Broke the mirror because you were angry."
(Repeating things helps Fawn. It creates a visual in their head, like reading a story book and taking in the scenery.)
(Room temperature, right? Or warm? Try warm, yeah. It'll expand the skin, maybe?)
(Fawn was wincing while they watched the sink water flow over Vick's hand. Salmon coats the bowl of the sink.)
(He's looking away. Does it hurt that much?)
(Wait, he's not looking at the mirror either...)
⸙ "Did you... See something that you didn't like? Because... It must have been bad enough to punch a mirror and injure yourself, Vick."
(Sounds of bubbling water and clinking. Two shards are out, but one of them are stuck. It's big enough to pull out. Fawn hisses through their teeth.)
⸙ "Aw, Vick... It's not worth it to hurt yourself because of your reflection."
{$} Insecure of his reflection.. Yeah, let's just go with that.
It was a little difficult to think of a response considering the fact he was having shards of a mirror removed from his hand. It stung like hell. His lower pain tolerance was something he'd never admit.
It was something he'd been trying to get rid of for years, afterall. And his arms were proof of that.
He seemed a little worried.. One of the cigarette burns looked a little newer, and warm water on that would definitely make it hurt a lot worse.
“I know i shouldn't have punched the mirror over something as stupid as that.”
Was he over reacting? Majorly? I mean, he didn't even punch himself because of his actual reflection, it was just the dysphoria of going into the wrong bathroom. Seriously?
“My intent wasn't to injure myself though. I simply wanted to punch something.”
(They jump from the sudden pull away, shoulders and hands raised. They flinch from the sudden movement and both hands raise over their face.)
(...)
(Oh.)
(Fawn is surprised when Vick returns his hand.)
(Their chest feels much tighter than before. Damn it. It's getting hard to breathe after that sudden flinch.)
(The glove flutters to the ground. Damn it.)
(Too far. Too fucking nosy. Should have slowed down and focused more on helping him.)
(Remember when our therapist kept bugging us about the cuts? Yeah, imagine that now.)
(Okay. They get it. Ouch.)
(They hold the palm. now tracing their eyes along the cuts. Knuckles are irritated, slits of red are shiny. It's still bleeding but it's not overflowing anymore.)
⸙ "I was being too nosy. I don't blame you for pulling away."
(Awkwardly, Fawn turns their head away. They're grabbing a couple of paper towels.)
(This will do for now. They really wish they had that medkit, then they could properly patch up his hand.)
(Their hands are smaller. It feels warm, to hold Vick's hand like this, and the fact that he allowed them to send his wound feels...)
⸙ "...I used to rub eracers on my wrists. I thought if I did it, then... Then that means I've been properly punished."
(Why are they saying this now? This isn't going to help, idiot!)
(But... They keep speaking, softly.)
⸙ "I thought, if no one could punish me then I should punish myself. So I did that. It was over something stupid too."
⸙ "I forgot what exactly it was, I think, I think I promised something to my sibling and I realized that I broke it."
⸙ "All it did was make these big, painful burns on my skin. It took weeks for it to heal."
⸙ "... Your hand should be okay now. I think."
(For the rest of the time, as Fawn wraps and presses the towels against the wounds, they don't speak.)
(Crinkling paper and shuffling echoes in the restroom. It's makeshift bandage is finished, but Fawn still holds the hand with both of their own.)
WARNING!! MENTIONS OF DYSPHORIA, BLOOD AND SMOKING!
(there may also be mentions of self harm later on if you choose to interact. Please specify if you don't want that mentioned!)
Vick sat alone in the stall. The lighting in there was dim, and it smelled like cleaning products. He had gone here for a moment to breathe considering just how irritated his group had been making him. There were only 3 stalls for the cast. All roughly the same size as a disabled bathroom, one for girls, one for guys, and then one for others. The other two were taken. He was in the womens stall.
He felt incredibly uneasy in there and had been staring at himself in the mirror for the past 10 minutes.
...
You can look the part, but you can't be the part.
...
He was back in the womens stall. Just like he always had been for the majority of his life.
The womens stall.
The silence was deafening. He could slowly hear his own breathing increase in volume, now louder than the buzzing of the lights.
He was hyperventilating. His chest felt tight.
...
He hardly knew what was going on in that moment, but when he regained his composure the bathroom mirror was shattered on the floor and his glove was torn, stained slightly with blood. Vick leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.
(They were deep in thought. It took a bit to figure out where the bathrooms are, and their head mates were trying their very best to guide the body to the right direction.)
(The handicap ones taken...)
(Are you serious? They have to use the women's one again?)
(It's not that bad. Not like anyone is gonna care.)
(... Being in the men's room is more intimidating anyway.)
(Just thinking about it makes Fawn's stomach drop.)
(Don't think about it don't think about it.)
(They can be quick, it's okay. They're okay.)
(Oh, it's Occupied...)
(Okay, they didn't need to come in urgently, they just wanted to adjust their binder in front of a mirror. They spin on their heal until──)
⸙ "Ah!"
(A sudden crunch, followed by a rumble that Fawn could feel below their shoes.)
(What... Was that? Did someone fall?)
(There's trickling glass from the other side. Fawn takes in a deep breath, slow, trying their best to focus their hearing...)
(Someones on the other side, they could be hurt. They heard glass.)
(Maybe Fawn should leave them alone, maybe they're fine. They shouldn't bother them.)
(Guilt washes away that thought, it's interrupted. No! They should at least knock or something! Don't just stand there!)
(Three knocks.)
(They lean their ear against the door...)
⸙ "Are... you okay in there? I can get help if you need any!"
(They probably said too much. Just saying 'are you alright' would have been enough.)
{$} Vick froze. He immediately recognized that voice. He couldn't decide whether it'd be best to just say nothing and act like he wasn't there, or to just say he was fine.
If he didn't say anything, they'd likely assume the worse and then call someone over to help, which he truly didn't need.
After a moment of thinking, he sighed and chose to speak.
“Im fine, Fawn. Thank you for the offer.”
There were a few small shards stuck in his hand.. He bit back a wince. Small drops of blood dripped on the floor.
{$} He couldn't bring himself to look at them, keeping his gaze lowered to the floor.
“Just a little accident. Its nothing too bad.”
He took a drag from his cigarette. It was a clear lie about his hand being fine, considering the fact it was trembling and he couldn't even bear to make eye contact.
“The mirror came off of the wall on its own. I didn't do anything.”
It was a shitty lie, but he didn't really want to get personal right now. He stood up slowly.
{$} He looked into their eyes for a moment, unsure of what to say. After a moment of consideration he placed his trembling hand in theirs softly. His glove was still on.
“I didn't think you were making fun of me, I just prefer to.. Tend to my own wounds and issues.”
(Pursing their lips, and cupping the hand with their own, Fawn stays careful to not press their thumbs down on the injured area.)
⸙ "I understand that feeling. It's... It's better off to just keep it to yourself, right? To... To not have to make anyone worry about you? But, uh..."
(There are some pieces that could be taken out with just their fingers. Fawn gently guides Vick closer to the sink.)
⸙ "You're safe with me. If there's something going on, I'm here to listen. Uh, and, um, your glove. I can't take it off just yet? So? I'm gonna run it under the water if that's okay... It'll make your skin soften, and the glass can fall out that way."
(They've had glass shards in their hands before. The memory itself is distant, but it had to do with the prison they used to stay at.)
{$} He nodded. Vick rolled up his sleeve in order to prevent it from getting wet. As he did so, countless circular burn marks and scars were revealed from beneath. It was clear that they were cigarette burns.
“I know I'm safe with you. I'd have no reason not to be, but I don't need someone to vent out my frustrations to. I was just a little angry. This doesn't normally happen, so i can assure you, nothing is wrong with me.”
There was one thing that made it so obvious it was a lie.
The fact that everytime he noticed his reflection in little shards, he became visibly uncomfortable and glanced away quickly.
(He feels safe with them. That's great, genuinely, it really is. Fawn felt warm and fuzzy at the thought of someone like Vick being comfortable around them.)
(His scars. They're new. These are a different shape compared to the ones on their own left wrist and other sections of the back of their arms.)
(What... Else has he done to himself?)
(They have to take off their gloves too. Wet fabric makes them squirm.)
(Off goes the lace cuffs and gloves. As they shuffled the fabric into one of their pants pockets, Fawn's hands lightly lean Vick's down.)
(Four lines. Some along their own wrist, a few others on the back of their arm too. They're fading away, pale.)
⸙ "You... Broke the mirror because you were angry."
(Repeating things helps Fawn. It creates a visual in their head, like reading a story book and taking in the scenery.)
(Room temperature, right? Or warm? Try warm, yeah. It'll expand the skin, maybe?)
(Fawn was wincing while they watched the sink water flow over Vick's hand. Salmon coats the bowl of the sink.)
(He's looking away. Does it hurt that much?)
(Wait, he's not looking at the mirror either...)
⸙ "Did you... See something that you didn't like? Because... It must have been bad enough to punch a mirror and injure yourself, Vick."
(Sounds of bubbling water and clinking. Two shards are out, but one of them are stuck. It's big enough to pull out. Fawn hisses through their teeth.)
⸙ "Aw, Vick... It's not worth it to hurt yourself because of your reflection."
{$} Insecure of his reflection.. Yeah, let's just go with that.
It was a little difficult to think of a response considering the fact he was having shards of a mirror removed from his hand. It stung like hell. His lower pain tolerance was something he'd never admit.
It was something he'd been trying to get rid of for years, afterall. And his arms were proof of that.
He seemed a little worried.. One of the cigarette burns looked a little newer, and warm water on that would definitely make it hurt a lot worse.
“I know i shouldn't have punched the mirror over something as stupid as that.”
Was he over reacting? Majorly? I mean, he didn't even punch himself because of his actual reflection, it was just the dysphoria of going into the wrong bathroom. Seriously?
“My intent wasn't to injure myself though. I simply wanted to punch something.”
Nothing about you seems damning, Mr. Doe - @ribbonsonline
⸙ "I actually dunno what that means!! I dunno why they gave me that title at all... The doe part, sure, cuz I liked to be in the woods and draw, but, but the damning part?? Makes no sense..."
⸙ "I'm not... Doomed to suffer forever. "
⸙ "I think..."
⸙ "... Everything I went through wasn't that bad. I just complain a lot. That's all."
⸙ "Being called mr feels so nice,,, oh! Ahem... The costume maker- peoples?? They made it for me. I heard you could buy something similar online, I think..."
(Phew... They're a little hot now thinking about it.)
⸙ "I would wear this during winter though... It's very very warm..."
How Vick meets / is introduced to each member of Fawn's system:
Fauna (green)(they/she): They probably were apologizing a lot, stumbling with words, and spilt a drink. They're about to start crying, hyperventilating, frozen in place. Vick just calmly picks up the glass and hushes, like, "Hey, it's not a big deal. What... What is happening? Are you okay?" And eventually Fauna just spills that they feel extremely tense when she messes up on things around a man.
River (Blue) (he/it): Extremely jumpy. Maybe irritated, but more irritated because they're overstimulated, heard a word he didn't like, and now it's on edge. Maybe Bones or Elise suddenly grabs his arm, and the contact itself makes River shove the other away. Lots of arm crossing too, or hugging their own arms, at least and keeping their eyes to the ground. Vick makes notes to himself about it, and eventually when Fawn is in a safe environment, Vick asks about the behavior. Fawn (probably Fauna or Sunset) looks up, looking uneasy and goes, "...yeah that was River. I'm sorry."
Bug (she/they/he): Lots of cussing. More emotional and passionate about whatever he talks about. It could be about how much she loves bunnies or how much they wish they can put someone into a shredder. Their cheeks flush with heat while they rant too, which could be subconsciously from Fauna being embarrassed in the co fronting area? One day while ranting, Bug straight up just goes-- in the middle of a sentence-- "Fucking hate being in this headspace. Feels like people can't listen to me." Vick goes, "River?" "Nah, Bug, okay so anyway-" and she keeps yapping. Oh also, sometimes if Bug is talking about Sunset, he gets really soft. (They're in-system dating.)
Pink (Sunset)(She/Her): Very very very giddy. One of the most expressive, hyper, and reckless members of Fawn's system. There's many others but they don't front as often as these four-- but Sunset absolutely loves to front. One, they're in a place that ISN'T that damn prison, and two, everyone in the game is cute and she wishes she can kiss every single one of them (except Sailor and Bones of course). The previous post from earlier is how she introduced herself to Vick, just flirting out of nowhere.
*again these are based off of some people in my own system. I'm not saying every system has these kinda people!!! Every system is different!!!
DeerWolf scenario im too lazy to draw rn but I might draw later:
Vick: (currently drinking out of a cup)
Fawn (Sunset fronting): "Hey have you ever gotten a hickie before."
Vick: (He ALMOST spits out the alcohol but he manages to swallow it down instead. He just winces and turns his head over to Fawn) "I dunno, who's asking?"
⸙ Being called Ms and Mr and Mx... All three sounds really nice. I don't mind it. I just don't like being called a woman or a girl. I hope this makes sense?? Lol.
⸙ ...although I don't mind it if I had a partner who could call me their wife.
Nothing about you seems damning, Mr. Doe - @ribbonsonline
⸙ "I actually dunno what that means!! I dunno why they gave me that title at all... The doe part, sure, cuz I liked to be in the woods and draw, but, but the damning part?? Makes no sense..."
⸙ "I'm not... Doomed to suffer forever. "
⸙ "I think..."
⸙ "... Everything I went through wasn't that bad. I just complain a lot. That's all."
⸙ "Being called mr feels so nice,,, oh! Ahem... The costume maker- peoples?? They made it for me. I heard you could buy something similar online, I think..."
(Phew... They're a little hot now thinking about it.)
⸙ "I would wear this during winter though... It's very very warm..."
Nothing about you seems damning, Mr. Doe - @ribbonsonline
⸙ "I actually dunno what that means!! I dunno why they gave me that title at all... The doe part, sure, cuz I liked to be in the woods and draw, but, but the damning part?? Makes no sense..."
⸙ "I'm not... Doomed to suffer forever. "
⸙ "I think..."
⸙ "... Everything I went through wasn't that bad. I just complain a lot. That's all."
WARNING!! MENTIONS OF DYSPHORIA, BLOOD AND SMOKING!
(there may also be mentions of self harm later on if you choose to interact. Please specify if you don't want that mentioned!)
Vick sat alone in the stall. The lighting in there was dim, and it smelled like cleaning products. He had gone here for a moment to breathe considering just how irritated his group had been making him. There were only 3 stalls for the cast. All roughly the same size as a disabled bathroom, one for girls, one for guys, and then one for others. The other two were taken. He was in the womens stall.
He felt incredibly uneasy in there and had been staring at himself in the mirror for the past 10 minutes.
...
You can look the part, but you can't be the part.
...
He was back in the womens stall. Just like he always had been for the majority of his life.
The womens stall.
The silence was deafening. He could slowly hear his own breathing increase in volume, now louder than the buzzing of the lights.
He was hyperventilating. His chest felt tight.
...
He hardly knew what was going on in that moment, but when he regained his composure the bathroom mirror was shattered on the floor and his glove was torn, stained slightly with blood. Vick leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.
(They were deep in thought. It took a bit to figure out where the bathrooms are, and their head mates were trying their very best to guide the body to the right direction.)
(The handicap ones taken...)
(Are you serious? They have to use the women's one again?)
(It's not that bad. Not like anyone is gonna care.)
(... Being in the men's room is more intimidating anyway.)
(Just thinking about it makes Fawn's stomach drop.)
(Don't think about it don't think about it.)
(They can be quick, it's okay. They're okay.)
(Oh, it's Occupied...)
(Okay, they didn't need to come in urgently, they just wanted to adjust their binder in front of a mirror. They spin on their heal until──)
⸙ "Ah!"
(A sudden crunch, followed by a rumble that Fawn could feel below their shoes.)
(What... Was that? Did someone fall?)
(There's trickling glass from the other side. Fawn takes in a deep breath, slow, trying their best to focus their hearing...)
(Someones on the other side, they could be hurt. They heard glass.)
(Maybe Fawn should leave them alone, maybe they're fine. They shouldn't bother them.)
(Guilt washes away that thought, it's interrupted. No! They should at least knock or something! Don't just stand there!)
(Three knocks.)
(They lean their ear against the door...)
⸙ "Are... you okay in there? I can get help if you need any!"
(They probably said too much. Just saying 'are you alright' would have been enough.)
{$} Vick froze. He immediately recognized that voice. He couldn't decide whether it'd be best to just say nothing and act like he wasn't there, or to just say he was fine.
If he didn't say anything, they'd likely assume the worse and then call someone over to help, which he truly didn't need.
After a moment of thinking, he sighed and chose to speak.
“Im fine, Fawn. Thank you for the offer.”
There were a few small shards stuck in his hand.. He bit back a wince. Small drops of blood dripped on the floor.
{$} He couldn't bring himself to look at them, keeping his gaze lowered to the floor.
“Just a little accident. Its nothing too bad.”
He took a drag from his cigarette. It was a clear lie about his hand being fine, considering the fact it was trembling and he couldn't even bear to make eye contact.
“The mirror came off of the wall on its own. I didn't do anything.”
It was a shitty lie, but he didn't really want to get personal right now. He stood up slowly.
{$} He looked into their eyes for a moment, unsure of what to say. After a moment of consideration he placed his trembling hand in theirs softly. His glove was still on.
“I didn't think you were making fun of me, I just prefer to.. Tend to my own wounds and issues.”
(Pursing their lips, and cupping the hand with their own, Fawn stays careful to not press their thumbs down on the injured area.)
⸙ "I understand that feeling. It's... It's better off to just keep it to yourself, right? To... To not have to make anyone worry about you? But, uh..."
(There are some pieces that could be taken out with just their fingers. Fawn gently guides Vick closer to the sink.)
⸙ "You're safe with me. If there's something going on, I'm here to listen. Uh, and, um, your glove. I can't take it off just yet? So? I'm gonna run it under the water if that's okay... It'll make your skin soften, and the glass can fall out that way."
(They've had glass shards in their hands before. The memory itself is distant, but it had to do with the prison they used to stay at.)
{$} He nodded. Vick rolled up his sleeve in order to prevent it from getting wet. As he did so, countless circular burn marks and scars were revealed from beneath. It was clear that they were cigarette burns.
“I know I'm safe with you. I'd have no reason not to be, but I don't need someone to vent out my frustrations to. I was just a little angry. This doesn't normally happen, so i can assure you, nothing is wrong with me.”
There was one thing that made it so obvious it was a lie.
The fact that everytime he noticed his reflection in little shards, he became visibly uncomfortable and glanced away quickly.
(He feels safe with them. That's great, genuinely, it really is. Fawn felt warm and fuzzy at the thought of someone like Vick being comfortable around them.)
(His scars. They're new. These are a different shape compared to the ones on their own left wrist and other sections of the back of their arms.)
(What... Else has he done to himself?)
(They have to take off their gloves too. Wet fabric makes them squirm.)
(Off goes the lace cuffs and gloves. As they shuffled the fabric into one of their pants pockets, Fawn's hands lightly lean Vick's down.)
(Four lines. Some along their own wrist, a few others on the back of their arm too. They're fading away, pale.)
⸙ "You... Broke the mirror because you were angry."
(Repeating things helps Fawn. It creates a visual in their head, like reading a story book and taking in the scenery.)
(Room temperature, right? Or warm? Try warm, yeah. It'll expand the skin, maybe?)
(Fawn was wincing while they watched the sink water flow over Vick's hand. Salmon coats the bowl of the sink.)
(He's looking away. Does it hurt that much?)
(Wait, he's not looking at the mirror either...)
⸙ "Did you... See something that you didn't like? Because... It must have been bad enough to punch a mirror and injure yourself, Vick."
(Sounds of bubbling water and clinking. Two shards are out, but one of them are stuck. It's big enough to pull out. Fawn hisses through their teeth.)
⸙ "Aw, Vick... It's not worth it to hurt yourself because of your reflection."
