[fleshmade]

fleshmade: an independent and selective roleplay blog for an original horror-focused character, written by toast. verses for various fandoms are also available. 18+ followers only, please. established september 2023.

a study in: how we are all made of meat, the revulsion of the body, the unknown, cosmic apathy, and being changed by love.

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[selfpres]

pierre hasn't known j for longer than a couple days, and they haven't been with the company for any longer than that. they were hired for this specifically, or at least that's what he's managed to put together from how nikki talked about them and this new position. but, like anyone else who might be at all able to make it in this company, they seem to have adjusted to nikki's eccentricities fairly quickly.

“you'd be surprised what i can get away with,” he muses, and then he adds as an afterthought: “or you wouldn't be.” he could just not show up if he didn't want to, and what would nikki do about it? pierre's tested that out a time or two, but he's never pushed too far. he's not an idiot.

he doesn't react much to the growling dog — it's small, he's fairly tall, and he's good at ignoring everything. once the dog's been pulled along by its owner in the direction they just came from and they're on the sidewalk on the other side of the street, he adjusts his hands in his jacket pockets.

“not a dog person?” he asks, pulling a box of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. seven minute walk to work from this side of the street, six minutes to smoke. it's part of his usual routine nowadays.

he knocks a cigarette from the box and settles it between his lips before dropping the pack back into his pocket and lighting it. “or are they not... you animals?”

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J has no doubt that there are many, many things Pierre could get away with. He's obviously Nikki's favorite (though whether that was in the sense of a lover or a pet, who could say?). This isn't something J finds themself jealous of, per se. It's...sweet? Endearing? It humanizes Nikki, who himself is so strange, even by their standards. And besides, without that bond, without whatever kind of "value" Pierre holds, J wouldn't be here.

"...The second," J responds to the question about dogs. "I like them, they don't like me." The same with dogs, and cats, and birds, and any other number of animals. It's a shame, really. And no wonder a hint of melancholy tints their voice.

They look over at Pierre to regard the cigarette with mild disapproval, before they steer their expression back to something neutral. Why do humans insist on such a smelly habit?

Ever diplomatic, however, they refrain from commenting. Instead, they tuck their hands into their own coat pockets, resisting the urge to nuzzle their nose into the warm ruff of fur that lines the collar. It's cold.

"How about you, Pierre? Do you like animals?" They offer up a meagre continuation of the previous topic. People like to talk about pets, yes?

[fleshmade]

hiii, sorry i disappeared!! i was kind of burnt out from work and various other circumstances, but i'm feeling better and hoping to come back soon!

[stillgrows]

i'll wave a fire extinguisher around later, pull some vintage cliveisms out of the closet — we'll get the truth out. // a multi-fandom, mixed-media multimuse featuring clive schill of red valley, as written by syd.

[greelin]

“body horror” not to me. Not if it’s you

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david cronenberg on 'body horror'

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men don’t die in antarctica like they used to

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but with your help we can change that!

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me?

[fleshmade]

these forms simply exist, passively allowing the unfolding of the physical processes that define their interactions with themselves and their surroundings. // an independent and selective original character, heavily inspired by the thing (1982). written by toast. promo by syd.

[selfpres]

pierre hesitates, the simple answer of i go to work not coming to him. in his defense, j has thrown his morning off — not maliciously, he's almost positive, but off nonetheless. he should have seen this coming. this is obviously the way things were going to play out, what with the bodyguard assignment coming directly from nikki. he can practically hear the dawn to dusk — and i mean that almost literally in his voice.

“i go work for eight and a half hours.” the morning air is cool, not cold yet, but pierre still adjusts his jacket around himself. “did you eat? get coffee?” before you showed up.

had he known they were going to be at his door when he opened it to leave, he would have poured an extra in another one of his travel tumblers instead of down the sink... or probably not. “we can stop on the way if we have to.”

the walk signal lights up, and he sets off across the crosswalk.

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at any hour of the day, the city is bustling—people coming and going, here and there. an anthill. this seems to be the case almost anywhere past a certain population. boston is no different, and j appreciates the anonymity, the activity.

even now, focusing on pierre, they are intimately aware of the people passing around them.

"i ate already," they say, corners of their lips curling upwards in an almost-smile. "besides, it wouldn't reflect well on me to make you tardy, would it?" though it's hard to say if nikki would even be there to 'take attendance', and they both know it.

the light changes, signifying their right to pass on the crosswalk (there has to be a better way...considering some drivers hardly seem to notice).

their own thoughts move aside as they follow after pierre. a woman with a small dog on a leash walks by them, and the creature pauses, fur bristling in terror, to let out a short growl at j—before being dragged along by its frustrated human.

[frankencain]

if my dog turned out to be a horrifying ancient murderous shapeshifting alien creature I would simply love and treasure them for who they really are. sorry about the carnage I guess but I'm different

[fleshmade]

j is going to need a testimonials page that's just every time syd has said "j my friend j" over and over

[fleshmade]

j is a goofy silly because YEAH they can pretend to emote correctly but also it's hard to decide the particular expression/tone of voice to use in a situation, especially if they're not actively pretending to be someone else. they can act but if they're just being themself they aren't even really trying. you can imagine how difficult it is to try to think through how to react to something

[fleshmade]

@selfpres

"so, what's the plan for today?" j asks as they step onto the street corner beside pierre.

they're treating the whole situation like they belong here, like this is entirely normal—which it is, now. and for the foreseeable future. that's the assignment, anyways, as of a couple days ago.

and today, bright and early, they have involved themself in pierre's morning routine. with no explanation as to how they know his address (no doubt nikki was involved there), they are very (perhaps uncomfortably, for pierre) present.

for having such a deadpan voice, they seem full of energy, eager for whatever may come next. the day is full of potential, after all!

[fleshmade]

difficult person test

you are a somewhat difficult person to get along with (43.57%).

tagged by: @selfpres tagging: MAN IDK WHO AM I UPPOSED TO TAG I JUST STARTED THIS BLOG—

[fleshmade]

their carrd will eventually get a full backstory, but the essential facts to know about j is they came from an egg that crash landed on earth in antarctica. things went poorly when they got brought to a research station, hatched, and went around trying to fuse with everyone because they had no idea what was going on. after pretty much all the humans there took each other out (or became part of j), j ran away from the base as a sled dog and got picked up by americans at their own base. by this point, they were smart enough to continue pretending to be a normal dog until they got brought back to the united states.

[areax]

Jed portrayed the shapeshifting alien taking the form of a Norwegian dog in John Carpenter’s The Thing (1982). Jed was half-wolf, half Alaskan Malamute, and according to Carpenter, was an excellent animal actor—after becoming familiar with the cast and crew, he would not look at the camera, crew, or dolly during scenes. Jed’s quiet manner perfectly reflected the alien’s unsettling nature. Jed would go on to act in a few other movies, and lived on his trainer Clint Rowe’s animal sanctuary until his death at age eighteen—quite old for a dog of his breed.