Flirtatious, Flirtatious, Flirtatious, Flirtatious

They/It(/ey, but they don't know it yet) for Flirtatious, They/it for Antiflirt with preference for masc terms, They/it/ey for Webweaver, They/It/Xe for Courtirt

[flirtatious-slenderman]

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One of @sir-qwillian-ferne 's many slenderblogs. Same rules as apply to the rest: most important here is nothing more than slightly suggestive content, I am a minor. Additionally, please be respectful. I don't think there's anything else really.

Flirtatious

The original Flirtatious from this dimension. Eight eyes spread out in a circular ray pattern on their face. Dating @transgender-slenderman , @poet-trenderman , @discourse-slenderman , @mayhem-slenderman , @blender-woman , and probably more I'm forgetting.

Antiflirt

The physical manifestation of an "opposite" Flirtatious. Doesn't have a home dimension, result of a magic anon that doesn't seem to be going away.

Webweaver

Villain Flirtatious. Obsessive beast. Flirtatious is their deadname.

Courtier

The blorbie schnorpopoo silly billy

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Pining I think you should get Strelly to teach you what the different emotion flavors they taste mean

Flavors? Is that what this is?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Its April fools.

You know what that means.

BODY SWAPPING YALL WITH YOUR BIRDIES

Excuse me -

{ Oh. That's a very, very confused looking bird. There are quite a few things that are off-putting - being shorter, having a smaller field of view, not being in pain, having a mouth... }

...the colours are off.

Discourse?

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I don't have a bird, dumbass.

...

...

{ Despite this, Antiflirt still gets lizard time. }

Oh fuck you -

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Don't you dare.

{ Not that the threat is going to stop any anon. Webweaver is now in the body of a bird that ey detest. Surely this won't end in a firey blaze. }

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Don't do that to Drama, you're going to upset them!

{ Naturally, Courtier is more concerned about its bird than itself. However, xe still finds xirself taken aback. }

Oh - ow - what, why does this hurt??

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Do not-

{ Congratulations! This is the second worst swap. It will also not end in a firey blaze, surely. Its not like Pining isn't already frantically looking around, trying to make up for its lost field of vision as well as attempting to locate its own body. }

@discourse-slenderman

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Courtier was thoroughly convinced they had said the thing that would make Drama realize they were not a good person. People wanted to keep Drama because they saw drama as an object. Drama didn't LIKE being treated as an object. Courtier didn't mean it like that. Or maybe it did. It wanted Drama all to itself and that was something it knew. }

I would never - never take your autonomy away from you of course - wouldn't do that to you, you're a person you're not an object, you're not mine because you don't belong to anyone but yourself and -

{ Everything is spinning. It is suddenly very aware that its lungs aren't working right. Its heart is.. So, so fast. Xe chokes up on xir words, and fumbles, then begins to gasp desperately for air but xe realizes that xe doesn't really know how to breathe at all. It can't breathe. It can't breathe. }

I thought I might like them again if I drew them.

{ Pining's body language is undoubtedly stiff as Strelly sifts through the pages, wings pulled tight against 'its' body, but it does not do anything to stop Strelly. It was anticipating a bad reaction that never came. }

...you're not upset?

I don't think I understand.

You like it?

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The pupils go very shrill as some eyes widen and others twist in worry—they go to reach for Courtier*

*Curse their stupid inability to use telepathy— how the hell are they supposed to talk to Courtier like this with just a paper—*

Hell yeah I like it! You seriously thought I’d be upset at this??

I’ve never— uh

*The eyes do not look at Pining as its skin turns a tint of pink*

I’ve never…

*Ahem (did they just make that sound with their mind)*

I’ve never seen anyone draw me like this before.

I mean, for a painting, yeah? But like.. this?

*The pink turns darker*

Is this all you do when you’re back there in the dark?

*They laugh in flavors of sweet apples and cream and chicken noodle soup and*

I don’t know, I guess I’ve never had someone draw me like they.. know me? Does that make any fucking sense

whatever—

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Courtier was falling. Grasping - xe was choking. It had never been able to choke before. It never had lungs. It was always passive diffusion. The closest thing was being too small, but even then it was different. It was a pain of eyes slowly dying, not... }

{ When it wasn't filled with panic, it would feel bad for the desperate clawing it was doing to its borrowed chest, as if trying to rip out Drama's heart. It felt bad. It all felt bad. It wanted all of it to stop. It wasn't stopping. It was never going to stop, Courtier was going to die, Courtier was going to suffocate and die - }

...I did not ask you beforehand.

{ It was a gesture of love, how attentively, how sweetly it drew Strelly. Each line was gentle and patient, style emphatic on strelly's expressions. Especially the smiles. }

Not always. But yes. I can... Make one for you, if you wanted me to.

Those ones are for me.

{ For it. Some part of it felt wrong, saying that when the images featured Strelly. But... It was a solace. One they couldn't lose. }

...it is because they don't know you. Not really.

The air is...full? Is this normal?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Its April fools.

You know what that means.

BODY SWAPPING YALL WITH YOUR BIRDIES

Excuse me -

{ Oh. That's a very, very confused looking bird. There are quite a few things that are off-putting - being shorter, having a smaller field of view, not being in pain, having a mouth... }

...the colours are off.

Discourse?

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I don't have a bird, dumbass.

...

...

{ Despite this, Antiflirt still gets lizard time. }

Oh fuck you -

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Don't you dare.

{ Not that the threat is going to stop any anon. Webweaver is now in the body of a bird that ey detest. Surely this won't end in a firey blaze. }

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Don't do that to Drama, you're going to upset them!

{ Naturally, Courtier is more concerned about its bird than itself. However, xe still finds xirself taken aback. }

Oh - ow - what, why does this hurt??

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Do not-

{ Congratulations! This is the second worst swap. It will also not end in a firey blaze, surely. Its not like Pining isn't already frantically looking around, trying to make up for its lost field of vision as well as attempting to locate its own body. }

@discourse-slenderman

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Courtier was thoroughly convinced they had said the thing that would make Drama realize they were not a good person. People wanted to keep Drama because they saw drama as an object. Drama didn't LIKE being treated as an object. Courtier didn't mean it like that. Or maybe it did. It wanted Drama all to itself and that was something it knew. }

I would never - never take your autonomy away from you of course - wouldn't do that to you, you're a person you're not an object, you're not mine because you don't belong to anyone but yourself and -

{ Everything is spinning. It is suddenly very aware that its lungs aren't working right. Its heart is.. So, so fast. Xe chokes up on xir words, and fumbles, then begins to gasp desperately for air but xe realizes that xe doesn't really know how to breathe at all. It can't breathe. It can't breathe. }

I thought I might like them again if I drew them.

{ Pining's body language is undoubtedly stiff as Strelly sifts through the pages, wings pulled tight against 'its' body, but it does not do anything to stop Strelly. It was anticipating a bad reaction that never came. }

...you're not upset?

I don't think I understand.

You like it?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Its April fools.

You know what that means.

BODY SWAPPING YALL WITH YOUR BIRDIES

Excuse me -

{ Oh. That's a very, very confused looking bird. There are quite a few things that are off-putting - being shorter, having a smaller field of view, not being in pain, having a mouth... }

...the colours are off.

Discourse?

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I don't have a bird, dumbass.

...

...

{ Despite this, Antiflirt still gets lizard time. }

Oh fuck you -

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Don't you dare.

{ Not that the threat is going to stop any anon. Webweaver is now in the body of a bird that ey detest. Surely this won't end in a firey blaze. }

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Don't do that to Drama, you're going to upset them!

{ Naturally, Courtier is more concerned about its bird than itself. However, xe still finds xirself taken aback. }

Oh - ow - what, why does this hurt??

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Do not-

{ Congratulations! This is the second worst swap. It will also not end in a firey blaze, surely. Its not like Pining isn't already frantically looking around, trying to make up for its lost field of vision as well as attempting to locate its own body. }

@discourse-slenderman

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom flinches at the sudden change in body position, no longer laying down*

>>Wha— where— ??

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???<<

*A needle sways into and out of view*

>>SLESUS SHRIST—<<

*Drama nearly tips over, their center of gravity changing with their height as they walk*

{{What the—?}}

{{OH SLOD??}}

*They feel their new eye arms, then frown— wait they have no mouth. Then.. squint? Upon feeling the dull pain that comes from their action. Does that occur everywhere? Yep it occurs everywhere. Courtier didn’t mention touching does that to xim. They will have to discuss that.*

{{WHAT THE FUCK’S HAPPENED TO ME?????}}

*Despite their horror, they can’t help but note how truthfully, everything hurts much less; they feel much better, in fact.*

*Strelly blinks.*

<+> Huh?????????? <+>

*They too feel their new eye limbs— but unlike Drama, they flinch when it hurts.*

<+> Huh?????????????? <+>

*They laugh nervously- or well, try to. Nothing comes out.*

<+> Why can I see out of my ass now???????? Where are my feathers?????? Wait- <+>

<+> PINING?? <+>

*Their new eyes dart every which way as they spin around in an attempt to get a better look at themselves— are those their.. Pining’s insides?????? Its organs are a bunch of junk????*

<+> WHAT’S GOING ON—? <+>

((The BODY SWAP EPISODE Part 1))

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Doom is currently in Web's room, which is oh so obviously Web's. The decorations are all purple and spidery, and there's more than a couple extra sets of needles sitting on the desk. This is so good for Doom. Very healthy. }

{ Courtier is currently trying to figure out why the world is so... Whatever it is. It is as though there's ten thousand additional inputs alongside the missing ones (being able to see everywhere inside and outside of its body). }

{ Mouth. There's a mouth. It can feel the mouth shifting and emoting as it thinks. It can feel the mouth moving while it speaks. }

{ .........................other things to focus on, Courtier. }

Draamaaa..?

{ Pining is quick to locate where it had been only moments before. It is, thankfully, far more objective-oriented than most of the other flirts. }

{ Even if it wonders why it isn't hurting. }

{ It's attempts to speak are almost amusing, and very nearly audible. Congratulations. }

St...it....A....?

{ Considering it's the closest it's ever been to a heart attack, given that it actually has a heart now, it was doing very well. This cannot possibly end badly. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom backs away from the needles lurking behind their back— which obviously doesn’t freaking work*

*They freeze, wide eyes darting from the needles attached to their back to around the room, before settling on the collection of needles and then down at what has become “their” body. They can feel the prick of phantom needles piercing into their skin, itching as everything feels wrong and there’s a lump in their throat and they’re seeing way too much suddenly and they’re not sure what’s real anymore and*

*Doom slowly lowers to the floor, keeping all of the eyes on the carpeting as they feel it. If they’re hallucinating again, they need to go find something to do or someone to talk to—preferably quickly.*

*Drama perks up when they faintly hear… their.. own voice? Calling for them? They look towards the source, then back at the ground, then back at the source of the voice, before hesitantly beginning to walk again, now on a mission to reunite with their vocal box apparently*

*Strelly whips “their” head around at Pining, the eyes immediately lighting up*

*They frantically— excitedly almost— gesture and point to Pining— or well, Strelly’s body—and then Pining’s body with both hands, with perhaps the most excitatory energy Pining’s body has ever gotten that was even remotely positive*

*They make a small “mind blown gesture”, then gesture to Pining as if eagerly asking something. Strelly you are on mute dude*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Courtier is very, very concerned with finding their Drama. The actual Drama. Not... Drama's body. Xe already has Drama's body, and everything hurts in different ways than xe's used to. Xe also feels... Sick. It was like when they were particularly starved, but very much not at the same time. }

Drama..?

{ Pining is immensely relieved when it sees its own body - though, it's an unnerving experience as well, to be certain. That was probably Strelly. Probably. Oh, god, please be Strelly. If it was someone else in Pining's body... }

St...rell....?

{ It wanted confirmation, though it didn't seem as if the current resident could speak the way it did. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom can see a needle swing back into view as they flinch at it. Seriously brain? Seriously? Why is it always needles??*

*Eyes dart around the room, looking for something, ANYTHING that could help them in this scenario— they spot a nice dark spot under the bed.*

*Courtier’s body appears— the eyes lit up when they see Drama’s body.*

*Drama hurries over to Courtier, alerted— then suddenly stops in their tracks, hesitating; their expression shifts to uncertainty as they slowly raise a finger to point at Courtier, then back at Courtier’s body, now “themself”*

*The eyes shift in confusion. Silence— I think they meant to ask something again— before the eyes widen in realization.*

*They quickly nod, giving a two thumbs up. They look more nervous now- and in thought.*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

I'm Courtier, you are Drama?

{ That was... Probably what was being asked. It was weird to see their body from the third person. Was Drama enjoying being there? Xe couldn't say xe was enjoying being in Drama's body, it hurt in weird ways... Which was fine! But that meant Drama was hurt, didn't it? }

{ That was... Good? Probably? Better than the alternatives, at least. }

Are... You o...ka...okay..?

{ Definitely not good. But okay, maybe? }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The eyes shift in relief; nod nod*

*Drama approaches again, some eyes “smiling” at Courtier as others twist with unease. They don’t seem too bothered by the stinging of “their” feet walking across the floor.*

*Strelly gives an enthusiastic nod, before closing “their” eyes in what looks to be concentration. They hold a finger up to Pining*

*…Now they are putting both hands on the sides of “their” forehead as if trying to explode things with their mind. Surprisingly that is not what they’re trying to do at the current moment*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Well-! We've got... That settled...

{ Courtier is wholly uncertain how to proceed from here. It has many, many questions to ask, but it has the sense to know that now is not the time for questions. Yet. Not that Drama could really answer them anyway. }

Are you okay..?

{ It definitely looked like Strelly was doing... something. There was a plethora of options to choose from, really. Exploding something with their mind was not entirely off the table but given the circumstances it didn't seem like something they'd have a reason to attempt. }

{ Still, they had come to the conclusion that they were presumably supposed to be quiet until whatever was supposed to happen actually happened. It was no harm to them - talking with a mouth was significantly more difficult than it had realized. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They give a hesitant nod, making a “so-so”motion with a hand*

*They then gesture back to Courtier with a concerned look*

*Strelly continues to concentrate, “their” eyes squeezing with thought. They can do this. They can do this. It can’t be harder than what they heard, right?*

……………vooooice.. voooooooooooice—

*The eyes open wide after a second— very excited*

I did it- I did it!

I DID IT! HAHAHAHAHAAH YES I’M A FUCKING ->GENIUS!!<-

[flirtatious-slenderman]

It's... Different?

Having a mouth is nice. It... hurts where you're not touching anything? Is that normal? Do you need to see a doctor, Drama? I'm sure we can find one for you-

{ To say Pining jolted would be a massive understatement. It jumped into the air, wings spreading open, tendrils freezing up in place. It screamed, too, in fact. }

{ Maybe you scared it just a little, Strelitzia. }

...yyyes, Strelly.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The eyes widen as they quickly shake ‘their’ head no, their hands frantically waving at Courtier in disapproval, before sheepishly crossing their arms in front of their chest and nervously looking away. Sleesus that was more than they meant to react*

*…dammit, they wish they could talk.*

*They look back at Courtier, scratching (ow) the back of their head a little before miming out writing on a piece of paper with their hands, giving Courtier a pleading look.*

*Strelly looks completely dumbfounded at Pining— before bursting out into laughter.*

HAHAAHAHAHA WHATTHEHELLWASTHAT??HOLYSHIT HAAAAHAHAHAHA—

*They are in tears*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ No it's not normal? No they don't need to see a doctor? Or was it no to both? Or was it something else entirely - }

{ Oh, yeah. a paper. That would help. Writing would make it easier to communicate. }

One moment - stay here

{ Courtier trotted off fast - ow, fuck, thats definitely a different KIND of pain. But surely that's normal for Drama? Maybe different people had different ambient pain. Maybe Court could convince them to let xem carry them around to ease the feeling... }

{ It didn't take long to return with plenty of paper, a pencil, and a pen. only the best options for Drama. }

{ Pining attempted to regather some appearance of composure, but the wings pulled up a little too close, and the feathers remained 'fluffed'. It was only embarrassed. and instinctually afraid. It had made noise, it had shown discontent, it had been loud, and it had acted uncouthly. }

...wasnt...ex-pec-ting... that.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Drama picks up the pencil and writes with mild difficulty. Having eyes for hands is definitely a bit of a different feeling than talons*

{ NO THERE’S NO NEED FOR DOCTORS. I }

*They hesitate.*

…

*They continue writing*

{ NO THERE’S NO NEED FOR DOCTORS. I ALREADY SAW A DOCTOR. }

…

{ IT’S NORMAL FOR ME. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT }

*They give Courtier a “smile”, before it shifts to an concerned, inquisitive look*

{ YOU NEVER TOLD ME TOUCHING THINGS HURT FOR YOU, THOUGH—IS THERE A REASON FOR THAT? }

*Strelly wipes tears from “their” eyes, scrunched up with glee and amusement and fondness all at the same time. The air probably tasted like a sort of warm soup to Pining right now.*

That was fucking hilarious! I’ve never seen you jump that high! A little embarrassing seeing myself doing that but whatever

*They snicker*

I would have thought you’d be used to my surprises by now.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

............well it's always been that way and I thought it was normal up until a few moments ago.

The anons claim it's because I'm made of eyes. I don't know that I believe them, but it sounds... Feasible?

{ It clasped "its" hands together tightly - hey why didn't that hurt. That usually hurt. It didn't exactly like pain, per se, but the loss of that stimulus did negate from the grounding effect. }

You'll have no-ticed... That I lack much of my... Regular field of view.... So I'm more... St-rung up..? Than usual.

{ It was getting the hang of speaking, at least. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They weigh Courtier’s words in their mind*

*I mean, if they had been in pain from day one then they’d probably assume it was normal too*

{ WELL IT WAS THE FIRST THING I ASSUMED, BECAUSE EYES ARE DELICATE AND PAINFUL TO TOUCH. I’VE LEARNED THAT THROUGH HUMAN ACTORS. YOUR EYES ARE STILL EYES, RIGHT? }

I guess that’s true. I mean, you practically see everything! So you’re not used to only seeing some things? But hey, you’ve got my mouth now. I miss it already

Speaking of seeing everything what the fuck are your insides made of

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Far as I know, they function as normal eyes...

Why is your body giving pain signals? You don't have eyes.

...yes I do.

{ Was that a twinge of orange on its cheeks? }

Eyes? It's... all eyes. No other or-gans.

...are you as-king about... my be-lon-g-ings?

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

{ AND NORMAL EYES FEEL PAIN WHEN TOUCHED. SO THEY’RE PROBABLY RIGHT? }

*They freeze ever so slightly again before casually waving it off with a nervous “smile” before writing again. The eyes give off more than they want them to.*

{ SMALL OLD INJURIES. IT HAPPENS. }

What. Your- the shit in your chest?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

I think so.

...that's right. People don't replace damaged parts entirely. Ah - some of those eyes are probably not working. Don't mind them, I'll replace them later, but it's a painful process you shouldn't subject yourself to.

...yes. the... Book, is there. I'm sure you can see it.

You can look at it, if you wish to. It is... Sketches.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They nod— see, you get it. Nothing to worry about.*

.

*They stare at Courtier with concern, to say the least*

*The eyes widen.*

Wait- really? Well— ah whatever, we’ll talk about your weird ass storage compartment later— I can look at the book? You sure? Seriously? You’re not going to freak out?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Why are you looking at me like that?

{ It shifts nervously. It's reminiscent of it's innocent, anxious act - but xe's actually concerned. }

...yes.

You may not like what you find. But I won't stop you from bringing yourself upset. You'd be upset if I continued to withhold it from you, anyway.

You can move the eyes out of the way to grab it.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

..{ YOU HAVE TO HURT YOURSELF TO KEEP YOURSELF REPAIRED? THAT SOUNDS AWFUL! I’M SORRY YOU HAVE TO DO THAT. }

What are they, your plans to kill me or something? Did you sketch out how you’d do it? It’s not like that would deter me from you.

*They wink*

I have to. Move the eyes ? What

How do I do that

[flirtatious-slenderman]

It's... Fine? Really not an issue. I can regenerate better than any normal person.

...no, possibly worse.

Not magically. Physic-ally move them... out of the way. It won't get them far enough... to kill them... just don't... pull too hard.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

{ IS IT NOT PAINFUL? }

Won’t that hurt?????????? This seems like a crappy way to store your stuff.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

After I kill them, no.

{ COURTIER. DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF. }

Not sig-nif-i-cant-ly. I'm... Acc...ust...omed...

It is the safest way. Cannot be... Taken, if nobody can find it.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

D:

"They look at the eyes that now make up "their" body in thought*

*Some eyes look back up at Pining with moderate concern*

Geez, how many times a day are people robbing you?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

... It's not that bad... Eyes just don't heal right unless they're replaced....

... It is not robbery, St....streli....strelit...zia... They own me and every...thing I have... You know that.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Write write*

{ I JUST WISH YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE PAIN. }

*All the eyes immediately turn red, zipping to Pining, before all forcibly being settled to look at the ground*

Oh.

Them.

*They look back to where the book supposedly is*

They don’t own you anymore. Not with me in the way, anyway. Didn’t we go over that?

Why the hell were they taking your things? Didn’t they have better things to do, like be bitchy and stupid to other nobles? I can’t imagine it’d be a good reason.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

...

...

....

Do you think if I carried you it would make you hurt less?

{ The way the feathers prick up is instinctual, and the wings open halfway. Pining knows exactly what that physical signal means, and knows that it's not one that can just be stumbled into or even done on purpose. }

{ Maybe it's a little scared. }

{ Or maybe it's scared shitless. }

Yes.

{ Oh. Its voice shook. That was a different process to repress then when it was mental speech. }

Yes, Strel-it-zia.

{ Better. More stable. More believable. }

I don't exactly have anywhere else to put things, though, right now...

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Blink blink*

*Uh?* {MAYBE? I WOULDN’T KNOW, IT’S YOUR BODY. WHY? }

*A few eyes look back at Pining, mildly confused; they turn back pink when they settle on it*

You didn’t answer my other question.

*They look it up and down. That stance wasn’t as cut throat a meaning as they would like right now, but they know the general things it can mean. Was it scared or pissed off? Both?? It definitely sounded scared—they don’t blame it when talking about its past royals.*

Well, I have a place where I put my things back at our dimension. So, you know, if we go back to our dimension, you can put them there.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Oh, no, not now. Would make it worse in my body. I mean your body. Regularly.

{ It relaxed when the colours shifted so quickly. It felt its heart flutter - oh fuck that was WEIRD IT COULD FEEL ITS HEARTBEAT - at the sign of affection. Was it really that much a source of calm? }

...because it distracts from produc...tiv...ity. Or perhaps an elabor-ate tor-ture scheme. It was amusing to them, I think.

Alright... I'll do that when we're back there...

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Courtier’s skin flashes red. Drama writes a little more frantically*

{ PROBABLY? BUT THERE’S NO REASON FOR YOU TO DO THAT FOR ME! I GET AROUND FINE. }

*Ignore how big their eyes are right now at the idea.*

*They imitate a huff*

Are you sure you don’t want me to get them killed? I can even do it myself if I need to.

*They chipper up a bit*

You won’t have to worry about it ever again! Unless we both get fucking robbed. But then I’ll just get it more stuff! And there’s not a high chance of that happening anyways—I made sure of it!

Now…

*They hover their hands over where the book is in Pining’s body*

I’m going to take a look at your sketches. Don’t freak out

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Oh, Drama, you've done it now. Courtier is locked on the reaction. }

I'd like doing it! Holding you close to me. Especially if it helped. And if you're in my arms you can't leave me, and you have to stay with me and I get to keep you - ah no no no not what I meant I'd put you down if you asked me to I'd never do anything you didn't want me to-

{ Way to go. }

The sketch-book stays with me or you. Always. I'm not... Going to leave it... Anywhere.

{ It really was the most important thing Pining owned, wasn't it? Any level of authority from it was a miracle to hear. Even if whispered underneath 'its' breath - it was trying not to think too hard about the fact that it was breathing - it was something to note. }

I won't.

{ It sat itself down. It absolutely did not trust that it wouldn't panic. }

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Courtier . Courtier you have to do it manually . The mouth. The mouth Use the mouth courtier

I'll use it to bite you in a second here

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Pinings I don’t think you understand how much you mean to your bird . okay well actually I just know you don’t understand but

They really really really really really really really REALLY love you ok

How?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Its April fools.

You know what that means.

BODY SWAPPING YALL WITH YOUR BIRDIES

Excuse me -

{ Oh. That's a very, very confused looking bird. There are quite a few things that are off-putting - being shorter, having a smaller field of view, not being in pain, having a mouth... }

...the colours are off.

Discourse?

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I don't have a bird, dumbass.

...

...

{ Despite this, Antiflirt still gets lizard time. }

Oh fuck you -

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Don't you dare.

{ Not that the threat is going to stop any anon. Webweaver is now in the body of a bird that ey detest. Surely this won't end in a firey blaze. }

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Don't do that to Drama, you're going to upset them!

{ Naturally, Courtier is more concerned about its bird than itself. However, xe still finds xirself taken aback. }

Oh - ow - what, why does this hurt??

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Do not-

{ Congratulations! This is the second worst swap. It will also not end in a firey blaze, surely. Its not like Pining isn't already frantically looking around, trying to make up for its lost field of vision as well as attempting to locate its own body. }

@discourse-slenderman

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom flinches at the sudden change in body position, no longer laying down*

>>Wha— where— ??

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???<<

*A needle sways into and out of view*

>>SLESUS SHRIST—<<

*Drama nearly tips over, their center of gravity changing with their height as they walk*

{{What the—?}}

{{OH SLOD??}}

*They feel their new eye arms, then frown— wait they have no mouth. Then.. squint? Upon feeling the dull pain that comes from their action. Does that occur everywhere? Yep it occurs everywhere. Courtier didn’t mention touching does that to xim. They will have to discuss that.*

{{WHAT THE FUCK’S HAPPENED TO ME?????}}

*Despite their horror, they can’t help but note how truthfully, everything hurts much less; they feel much better, in fact.*

*Strelly blinks.*

<+> Huh?????????? <+>

*They too feel their new eye limbs— but unlike Drama, they flinch when it hurts.*

<+> Huh?????????????? <+>

*They laugh nervously- or well, try to. Nothing comes out.*

<+> Why can I see out of my ass now???????? Where are my feathers?????? Wait- <+>

<+> PINING?? <+>

*Their new eyes dart every which way as they spin around in an attempt to get a better look at themselves— are those their.. Pining’s insides?????? Its organs are a bunch of junk????*

<+> WHAT’S GOING ON—? <+>

((The BODY SWAP EPISODE Part 1))

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Doom is currently in Web's room, which is oh so obviously Web's. The decorations are all purple and spidery, and there's more than a couple extra sets of needles sitting on the desk. This is so good for Doom. Very healthy. }

{ Courtier is currently trying to figure out why the world is so... Whatever it is. It is as though there's ten thousand additional inputs alongside the missing ones (being able to see everywhere inside and outside of its body). }

{ Mouth. There's a mouth. It can feel the mouth shifting and emoting as it thinks. It can feel the mouth moving while it speaks. }

{ .........................other things to focus on, Courtier. }

Draamaaa..?

{ Pining is quick to locate where it had been only moments before. It is, thankfully, far more objective-oriented than most of the other flirts. }

{ Even if it wonders why it isn't hurting. }

{ It's attempts to speak are almost amusing, and very nearly audible. Congratulations. }

St...it....A....?

{ Considering it's the closest it's ever been to a heart attack, given that it actually has a heart now, it was doing very well. This cannot possibly end badly. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom backs away from the needles lurking behind their back— which obviously doesn’t freaking work*

*They freeze, wide eyes darting from the needles attached to their back to around the room, before settling on the collection of needles and then down at what has become “their” body. They can feel the prick of phantom needles piercing into their skin, itching as everything feels wrong and there’s a lump in their throat and they’re seeing way too much suddenly and they’re not sure what’s real anymore and*

*Doom slowly lowers to the floor, keeping all of the eyes on the carpeting as they feel it. If they’re hallucinating again, they need to go find something to do or someone to talk to—preferably quickly.*

*Drama perks up when they faintly hear… their.. own voice? Calling for them? They look towards the source, then back at the ground, then back at the source of the voice, before hesitantly beginning to walk again, now on a mission to reunite with their vocal box apparently*

*Strelly whips “their” head around at Pining, the eyes immediately lighting up*

*They frantically— excitedly almost— gesture and point to Pining— or well, Strelly’s body—and then Pining’s body with both hands, with perhaps the most excitatory energy Pining’s body has ever gotten that was even remotely positive*

*They make a small “mind blown gesture”, then gesture to Pining as if eagerly asking something. Strelly you are on mute dude*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Courtier is very, very concerned with finding their Drama. The actual Drama. Not... Drama's body. Xe already has Drama's body, and everything hurts in different ways than xe's used to. Xe also feels... Sick. It was like when they were particularly starved, but very much not at the same time. }

Drama..?

{ Pining is immensely relieved when it sees its own body - though, it's an unnerving experience as well, to be certain. That was probably Strelly. Probably. Oh, god, please be Strelly. If it was someone else in Pining's body... }

St...rell....?

{ It wanted confirmation, though it didn't seem as if the current resident could speak the way it did. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom can see a needle swing back into view as they flinch at it. Seriously brain? Seriously? Why is it always needles??*

*Eyes dart around the room, looking for something, ANYTHING that could help them in this scenario— they spot a nice dark spot under the bed.*

*Courtier’s body appears— the eyes lit up when they see Drama’s body.*

*Drama hurries over to Courtier, alerted— then suddenly stops in their tracks, hesitating; their expression shifts to uncertainty as they slowly raise a finger to point at Courtier, then back at Courtier’s body, now “themself”*

*The eyes shift in confusion. Silence— I think they meant to ask something again— before the eyes widen in realization.*

*They quickly nod, giving a two thumbs up. They look more nervous now- and in thought.*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

I'm Courtier, you are Drama?

{ That was... Probably what was being asked. It was weird to see their body from the third person. Was Drama enjoying being there? Xe couldn't say xe was enjoying being in Drama's body, it hurt in weird ways... Which was fine! But that meant Drama was hurt, didn't it? }

{ That was... Good? Probably? Better than the alternatives, at least. }

Are... You o...ka...okay..?

{ Definitely not good. But okay, maybe? }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The eyes shift in relief; nod nod*

*Drama approaches again, some eyes “smiling” at Courtier as others twist with unease. They don’t seem too bothered by the stinging of “their” feet walking across the floor.*

*Strelly gives an enthusiastic nod, before closing “their” eyes in what looks to be concentration. They hold a finger up to Pining*

*…Now they are putting both hands on the sides of “their” forehead as if trying to explode things with their mind. Surprisingly that is not what they’re trying to do at the current moment*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Well-! We've got... That settled...

{ Courtier is wholly uncertain how to proceed from here. It has many, many questions to ask, but it has the sense to know that now is not the time for questions. Yet. Not that Drama could really answer them anyway. }

Are you okay..?

{ It definitely looked like Strelly was doing... something. There was a plethora of options to choose from, really. Exploding something with their mind was not entirely off the table but given the circumstances it didn't seem like something they'd have a reason to attempt. }

{ Still, they had come to the conclusion that they were presumably supposed to be quiet until whatever was supposed to happen actually happened. It was no harm to them - talking with a mouth was significantly more difficult than it had realized. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They give a hesitant nod, making a “so-so”motion with a hand*

*They then gesture back to Courtier with a concerned look*

*Strelly continues to concentrate, “their” eyes squeezing with thought. They can do this. They can do this. It can’t be harder than what they heard, right?*

……………vooooice.. voooooooooooice—

*The eyes open wide after a second— very excited*

I did it- I did it!

I DID IT! HAHAHAHAHAAH YES I’M A FUCKING ->GENIUS!!<-

[flirtatious-slenderman]

It's... Different?

Having a mouth is nice. It... hurts where you're not touching anything? Is that normal? Do you need to see a doctor, Drama? I'm sure we can find one for you-

{ To say Pining jolted would be a massive understatement. It jumped into the air, wings spreading open, tendrils freezing up in place. It screamed, too, in fact. }

{ Maybe you scared it just a little, Strelitzia. }

...yyyes, Strelly.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The eyes widen as they quickly shake ‘their’ head no, their hands frantically waving at Courtier in disapproval, before sheepishly crossing their arms in front of their chest and nervously looking away. Sleesus that was more than they meant to react*

*…dammit, they wish they could talk.*

*They look back at Courtier, scratching (ow) the back of their head a little before miming out writing on a piece of paper with their hands, giving Courtier a pleading look.*

*Strelly looks completely dumbfounded at Pining— before bursting out into laughter.*

HAHAAHAHAHA WHATTHEHELLWASTHAT??HOLYSHIT HAAAAHAHAHAHA—

*They are in tears*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ No it's not normal? No they don't need to see a doctor? Or was it no to both? Or was it something else entirely - }

{ Oh, yeah. a paper. That would help. Writing would make it easier to communicate. }

One moment - stay here

{ Courtier trotted off fast - ow, fuck, thats definitely a different KIND of pain. But surely that's normal for Drama? Maybe different people had different ambient pain. Maybe Court could convince them to let xem carry them around to ease the feeling... }

{ It didn't take long to return with plenty of paper, a pencil, and a pen. only the best options for Drama. }

{ Pining attempted to regather some appearance of composure, but the wings pulled up a little too close, and the feathers remained 'fluffed'. It was only embarrassed. and instinctually afraid. It had made noise, it had shown discontent, it had been loud, and it had acted uncouthly. }

...wasnt...ex-pec-ting... that.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Drama picks up the pencil and writes with mild difficulty. Having eyes for hands is definitely a bit of a different feeling than talons*

{ NO THERE’S NO NEED FOR DOCTORS. I }

*They hesitate.*

…

*They continue writing*

{ NO THERE’S NO NEED FOR DOCTORS. I ALREADY SAW A DOCTOR. }

…

{ IT’S NORMAL FOR ME. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT }

*They give Courtier a “smile”, before it shifts to an concerned, inquisitive look*

{ YOU NEVER TOLD ME TOUCHING THINGS HURT FOR YOU, THOUGH—IS THERE A REASON FOR THAT? }

*Strelly wipes tears from “their” eyes, scrunched up with glee and amusement and fondness all at the same time. The air probably tasted like a sort of warm soup to Pining right now.*

That was fucking hilarious! I’ve never seen you jump that high! A little embarrassing seeing myself doing that but whatever

*They snicker*

I would have thought you’d be used to my surprises by now.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

............well it's always been that way and I thought it was normal up until a few moments ago.

The anons claim it's because I'm made of eyes. I don't know that I believe them, but it sounds... Feasible?

{ It clasped "its" hands together tightly - hey why didn't that hurt. That usually hurt. It didn't exactly like pain, per se, but the loss of that stimulus did negate from the grounding effect. }

You'll have no-ticed... That I lack much of my... Regular field of view.... So I'm more... St-rung up..? Than usual.

{ It was getting the hang of speaking, at least. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They weigh Courtier’s words in their mind*

*I mean, if they had been in pain from day one then they’d probably assume it was normal too*

{ WELL IT WAS THE FIRST THING I ASSUMED, BECAUSE EYES ARE DELICATE AND PAINFUL TO TOUCH. I’VE LEARNED THAT THROUGH HUMAN ACTORS. YOUR EYES ARE STILL EYES, RIGHT? }

I guess that’s true. I mean, you practically see everything! So you’re not used to only seeing some things? But hey, you’ve got my mouth now. I miss it already

Speaking of seeing everything what the fuck are your insides made of

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Far as I know, they function as normal eyes...

Why is your body giving pain signals? You don't have eyes.

...yes I do.

{ Was that a twinge of orange on its cheeks? }

Eyes? It's... all eyes. No other or-gans.

...are you as-king about... my be-lon-g-ings?

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

{ AND NORMAL EYES FEEL PAIN WHEN TOUCHED. SO THEY’RE PROBABLY RIGHT? }

*They freeze ever so slightly again before casually waving it off with a nervous “smile” before writing again. The eyes give off more than they want them to.*

{ SMALL OLD INJURIES. IT HAPPENS. }

What. Your- the shit in your chest?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

I think so.

...that's right. People don't replace damaged parts entirely. Ah - some of those eyes are probably not working. Don't mind them, I'll replace them later, but it's a painful process you shouldn't subject yourself to.

...yes. the... Book, is there. I'm sure you can see it.

You can look at it, if you wish to. It is... Sketches.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They nod— see, you get it. Nothing to worry about.*

.

*They stare at Courtier with concern, to say the least*

*The eyes widen.*

Wait- really? Well— ah whatever, we’ll talk about your weird ass storage compartment later— I can look at the book? You sure? Seriously? You’re not going to freak out?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Why are you looking at me like that?

{ It shifts nervously. It's reminiscent of it's innocent, anxious act - but xe's actually concerned. }

...yes.

You may not like what you find. But I won't stop you from bringing yourself upset. You'd be upset if I continued to withhold it from you, anyway.

You can move the eyes out of the way to grab it.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

..{ YOU HAVE TO HURT YOURSELF TO KEEP YOURSELF REPAIRED? THAT SOUNDS AWFUL! I’M SORRY YOU HAVE TO DO THAT. }

What are they, your plans to kill me or something? Did you sketch out how you’d do it? It’s not like that would deter me from you.

*They wink*

I have to. Move the eyes ? What

How do I do that

[flirtatious-slenderman]

It's... Fine? Really not an issue. I can regenerate better than any normal person.

...no, possibly worse.

Not magically. Physic-ally move them... out of the way. It won't get them far enough... to kill them... just don't... pull too hard.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

{ IS IT NOT PAINFUL? }

Won’t that hurt?????????? This seems like a crappy way to store your stuff.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

After I kill them, no.

{ COURTIER. DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF. }

Not sig-nif-i-cant-ly. I'm... Acc...ust...omed...

It is the safest way. Cannot be... Taken, if nobody can find it.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

D:

"They look at the eyes that now make up "their" body in thought*

*Some eyes look back up at Pining with moderate concern*

Geez, how many times a day are people robbing you?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

... It's not that bad... Eyes just don't heal right unless they're replaced....

... It is not robbery, St....streli....strelit...zia... They own me and every...thing I have... You know that.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Write write*

{ I JUST WISH YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE PAIN. }

*All the eyes immediately turn red, zipping to Pining, before all forcibly being settled to look at the ground*

Oh.

Them.

*They look back to where the book supposedly is*

They don’t own you anymore. Not with me in the way, anyway. Didn’t we go over that?

Why the hell were they taking your things? Didn’t they have better things to do, like be bitchy and stupid to other nobles? I can’t imagine it’d be a good reason.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

...

...

....

Do you think if I carried you it would make you hurt less?

{ The way the feathers prick up is instinctual, and the wings open halfway. Pining knows exactly what that physical signal means, and knows that it's not one that can just be stumbled into or even done on purpose. }

{ Maybe it's a little scared. }

{ Or maybe it's scared shitless. }

Yes.

{ Oh. Its voice shook. That was a different process to repress then when it was mental speech. }

Yes, Strel-it-zia.

{ Better. More stable. More believable. }

I don't exactly have anywhere else to put things, though, right now...

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Blink blink*

*Uh?* {MAYBE? I WOULDN’T KNOW, IT’S YOUR BODY. WHY? }

*A few eyes look back at Pining, mildly confused; they turn back pink when they settle on it*

You didn’t answer my other question.

*They look it up and down. That stance wasn’t as cut throat a meaning as they would like right now, but they know the general things it can mean. Was it scared or pissed off? Both?? It definitely sounded scared—they don’t blame it when talking about its past royals.*

Well, I have a place where I put my things back at our dimension. So, you know, if we go back to our dimension, you can put them there.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Oh, no, not now. Would make it worse in my body. I mean your body. Regularly.

{ It relaxed when the colours shifted so quickly. It felt its heart flutter - oh fuck that was WEIRD IT COULD FEEL ITS HEARTBEAT - at the sign of affection. Was it really that much a source of calm? }

...because it distracts from produc...tiv...ity. Or perhaps an elabor-ate tor-ture scheme. It was amusing to them, I think.

Alright... I'll do that when we're back there...

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Its April fools.

You know what that means.

BODY SWAPPING YALL WITH YOUR BIRDIES

Excuse me -

{ Oh. That's a very, very confused looking bird. There are quite a few things that are off-putting - being shorter, having a smaller field of view, not being in pain, having a mouth... }

...the colours are off.

Discourse?

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I don't have a bird, dumbass.

...

...

{ Despite this, Antiflirt still gets lizard time. }

Oh fuck you -

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Don't you dare.

{ Not that the threat is going to stop any anon. Webweaver is now in the body of a bird that ey detest. Surely this won't end in a firey blaze. }

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Don't do that to Drama, you're going to upset them!

{ Naturally, Courtier is more concerned about its bird than itself. However, xe still finds xirself taken aback. }

Oh - ow - what, why does this hurt??

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Do not-

{ Congratulations! This is the second worst swap. It will also not end in a firey blaze, surely. Its not like Pining isn't already frantically looking around, trying to make up for its lost field of vision as well as attempting to locate its own body. }

@discourse-slenderman

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom flinches at the sudden change in body position, no longer laying down*

>>Wha— where— ??

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???<<

*A needle sways into and out of view*

>>SLESUS SHRIST—<<

*Drama nearly tips over, their center of gravity changing with their height as they walk*

{{What the—?}}

{{OH SLOD??}}

*They feel their new eye arms, then frown— wait they have no mouth. Then.. squint? Upon feeling the dull pain that comes from their action. Does that occur everywhere? Yep it occurs everywhere. Courtier didn’t mention touching does that to xim. They will have to discuss that.*

{{WHAT THE FUCK’S HAPPENED TO ME?????}}

*Despite their horror, they can’t help but note how truthfully, everything hurts much less; they feel much better, in fact.*

*Strelly blinks.*

<+> Huh?????????? <+>

*They too feel their new eye limbs— but unlike Drama, they flinch when it hurts.*

<+> Huh?????????????? <+>

*They laugh nervously- or well, try to. Nothing comes out.*

<+> Why can I see out of my ass now???????? Where are my feathers?????? Wait- <+>

<+> PINING?? <+>

*Their new eyes dart every which way as they spin around in an attempt to get a better look at themselves— are those their.. Pining’s insides?????? Its organs are a bunch of junk????*

<+> WHAT’S GOING ON—? <+>

((The BODY SWAP EPISODE Part 1))

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Doom is currently in Web's room, which is oh so obviously Web's. The decorations are all purple and spidery, and there's more than a couple extra sets of needles sitting on the desk. This is so good for Doom. Very healthy. }

{ Courtier is currently trying to figure out why the world is so... Whatever it is. It is as though there's ten thousand additional inputs alongside the missing ones (being able to see everywhere inside and outside of its body). }

{ Mouth. There's a mouth. It can feel the mouth shifting and emoting as it thinks. It can feel the mouth moving while it speaks. }

{ .........................other things to focus on, Courtier. }

Draamaaa..?

{ Pining is quick to locate where it had been only moments before. It is, thankfully, far more objective-oriented than most of the other flirts. }

{ Even if it wonders why it isn't hurting. }

{ It's attempts to speak are almost amusing, and very nearly audible. Congratulations. }

St...it....A....?

{ Considering it's the closest it's ever been to a heart attack, given that it actually has a heart now, it was doing very well. This cannot possibly end badly. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom backs away from the needles lurking behind their back— which obviously doesn’t freaking work*

*They freeze, wide eyes darting from the needles attached to their back to around the room, before settling on the collection of needles and then down at what has become “their” body. They can feel the prick of phantom needles piercing into their skin, itching as everything feels wrong and there’s a lump in their throat and they’re seeing way too much suddenly and they’re not sure what’s real anymore and*

*Doom slowly lowers to the floor, keeping all of the eyes on the carpeting as they feel it. If they’re hallucinating again, they need to go find something to do or someone to talk to—preferably quickly.*

*Drama perks up when they faintly hear… their.. own voice? Calling for them? They look towards the source, then back at the ground, then back at the source of the voice, before hesitantly beginning to walk again, now on a mission to reunite with their vocal box apparently*

*Strelly whips “their” head around at Pining, the eyes immediately lighting up*

*They frantically— excitedly almost— gesture and point to Pining— or well, Strelly’s body—and then Pining’s body with both hands, with perhaps the most excitatory energy Pining’s body has ever gotten that was even remotely positive*

*They make a small “mind blown gesture”, then gesture to Pining as if eagerly asking something. Strelly you are on mute dude*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Courtier is very, very concerned with finding their Drama. The actual Drama. Not... Drama's body. Xe already has Drama's body, and everything hurts in different ways than xe's used to. Xe also feels... Sick. It was like when they were particularly starved, but very much not at the same time. }

Drama..?

{ Pining is immensely relieved when it sees its own body - though, it's an unnerving experience as well, to be certain. That was probably Strelly. Probably. Oh, god, please be Strelly. If it was someone else in Pining's body... }

St...rell....?

{ It wanted confirmation, though it didn't seem as if the current resident could speak the way it did. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom can see a needle swing back into view as they flinch at it. Seriously brain? Seriously? Why is it always needles??*

*Eyes dart around the room, looking for something, ANYTHING that could help them in this scenario— they spot a nice dark spot under the bed.*

*Courtier’s body appears— the eyes lit up when they see Drama’s body.*

*Drama hurries over to Courtier, alerted— then suddenly stops in their tracks, hesitating; their expression shifts to uncertainty as they slowly raise a finger to point at Courtier, then back at Courtier’s body, now “themself”*

*The eyes shift in confusion. Silence— I think they meant to ask something again— before the eyes widen in realization.*

*They quickly nod, giving a two thumbs up. They look more nervous now- and in thought.*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

I'm Courtier, you are Drama?

{ That was... Probably what was being asked. It was weird to see their body from the third person. Was Drama enjoying being there? Xe couldn't say xe was enjoying being in Drama's body, it hurt in weird ways... Which was fine! But that meant Drama was hurt, didn't it? }

{ That was... Good? Probably? Better than the alternatives, at least. }

Are... You o...ka...okay..?

{ Definitely not good. But okay, maybe? }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The eyes shift in relief; nod nod*

*Drama approaches again, some eyes “smiling” at Courtier as others twist with unease. They don’t seem too bothered by the stinging of “their” feet walking across the floor.*

*Strelly gives an enthusiastic nod, before closing “their” eyes in what looks to be concentration. They hold a finger up to Pining*

*…Now they are putting both hands on the sides of “their” forehead as if trying to explode things with their mind. Surprisingly that is not what they’re trying to do at the current moment*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Well-! We've got... That settled...

{ Courtier is wholly uncertain how to proceed from here. It has many, many questions to ask, but it has the sense to know that now is not the time for questions. Yet. Not that Drama could really answer them anyway. }

Are you okay..?

{ It definitely looked like Strelly was doing... something. There was a plethora of options to choose from, really. Exploding something with their mind was not entirely off the table but given the circumstances it didn't seem like something they'd have a reason to attempt. }

{ Still, they had come to the conclusion that they were presumably supposed to be quiet until whatever was supposed to happen actually happened. It was no harm to them - talking with a mouth was significantly more difficult than it had realized. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They give a hesitant nod, making a “so-so”motion with a hand*

*They then gesture back to Courtier with a concerned look*

*Strelly continues to concentrate, “their” eyes squeezing with thought. They can do this. They can do this. It can’t be harder than what they heard, right?*

……………vooooice.. voooooooooooice—

*The eyes open wide after a second— very excited*

I did it- I did it!

I DID IT! HAHAHAHAHAAH YES I’M A FUCKING ->GENIUS!!<-

[flirtatious-slenderman]

It's... Different?

Having a mouth is nice. It... hurts where you're not touching anything? Is that normal? Do you need to see a doctor, Drama? I'm sure we can find one for you-

{ To say Pining jolted would be a massive understatement. It jumped into the air, wings spreading open, tendrils freezing up in place. It screamed, too, in fact. }

{ Maybe you scared it just a little, Strelitzia. }

...yyyes, Strelly.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The eyes widen as they quickly shake ‘their’ head no, their hands frantically waving at Courtier in disapproval, before sheepishly crossing their arms in front of their chest and nervously looking away. Sleesus that was more than they meant to react*

*…dammit, they wish they could talk.*

*They look back at Courtier, scratching (ow) the back of their head a little before miming out writing on a piece of paper with their hands, giving Courtier a pleading look.*

*Strelly looks completely dumbfounded at Pining— before bursting out into laughter.*

HAHAAHAHAHA WHATTHEHELLWASTHAT??HOLYSHIT HAAAAHAHAHAHA—

*They are in tears*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ No it's not normal? No they don't need to see a doctor? Or was it no to both? Or was it something else entirely - }

{ Oh, yeah. a paper. That would help. Writing would make it easier to communicate. }

One moment - stay here

{ Courtier trotted off fast - ow, fuck, thats definitely a different KIND of pain. But surely that's normal for Drama? Maybe different people had different ambient pain. Maybe Court could convince them to let xem carry them around to ease the feeling... }

{ It didn't take long to return with plenty of paper, a pencil, and a pen. only the best options for Drama. }

{ Pining attempted to regather some appearance of composure, but the wings pulled up a little too close, and the feathers remained 'fluffed'. It was only embarrassed. and instinctually afraid. It had made noise, it had shown discontent, it had been loud, and it had acted uncouthly. }

...wasnt...ex-pec-ting... that.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Drama picks up the pencil and writes with mild difficulty. Having eyes for hands is definitely a bit of a different feeling than talons*

{ NO THERE’S NO NEED FOR DOCTORS. I }

*They hesitate.*

…

*They continue writing*

{ NO THERE’S NO NEED FOR DOCTORS. I ALREADY SAW A DOCTOR. }

…

{ IT’S NORMAL FOR ME. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT }

*They give Courtier a “smile”, before it shifts to an concerned, inquisitive look*

{ YOU NEVER TOLD ME TOUCHING THINGS HURT FOR YOU, THOUGH—IS THERE A REASON FOR THAT? }

*Strelly wipes tears from “their” eyes, scrunched up with glee and amusement and fondness all at the same time. The air probably tasted like a sort of warm soup to Pining right now.*

That was fucking hilarious! I’ve never seen you jump that high! A little embarrassing seeing myself doing that but whatever

*They snicker*

I would have thought you’d be used to my surprises by now.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

............well it's always been that way and I thought it was normal up until a few moments ago.

The anons claim it's because I'm made of eyes. I don't know that I believe them, but it sounds... Feasible?

{ It clasped "its" hands together tightly - hey why didn't that hurt. That usually hurt. It didn't exactly like pain, per se, but the loss of that stimulus did negate from the grounding effect. }

You'll have no-ticed... That I lack much of my... Regular field of view.... So I'm more... St-rung up..? Than usual.

{ It was getting the hang of speaking, at least. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They weigh Courtier’s words in their mind*

*I mean, if they had been in pain from day one then they’d probably assume it was normal too*

{ WELL IT WAS THE FIRST THING I ASSUMED, BECAUSE EYES ARE DELICATE AND PAINFUL TO TOUCH. I’VE LEARNED THAT THROUGH HUMAN ACTORS. YOUR EYES ARE STILL EYES, RIGHT? }

I guess that’s true. I mean, you practically see everything! So you’re not used to only seeing some things? But hey, you’ve got my mouth now. I miss it already

Speaking of seeing everything what the fuck are your insides made of

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Far as I know, they function as normal eyes...

Why is your body giving pain signals? You don't have eyes.

...yes I do.

{ Was that a twinge of orange on its cheeks? }

Eyes? It's... all eyes. No other or-gans.

...are you as-king about... my be-lon-g-ings?

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

{ AND NORMAL EYES FEEL PAIN WHEN TOUCHED. SO THEY’RE PROBABLY RIGHT? }

*They freeze ever so slightly again before casually waving it off with a nervous “smile” before writing again. The eyes give off more than they want them to.*

{ SMALL OLD INJURIES. IT HAPPENS. }

What. Your- the shit in your chest?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

I think so.

...that's right. People don't replace damaged parts entirely. Ah - some of those eyes are probably not working. Don't mind them, I'll replace them later, but it's a painful process you shouldn't subject yourself to.

...yes. the... Book, is there. I'm sure you can see it.

You can look at it, if you wish to. It is... Sketches.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They nod— see, you get it. Nothing to worry about.*

.

*They stare at Courtier with concern, to say the least*

*The eyes widen.*

Wait- really? Well— ah whatever, we’ll talk about your weird ass storage compartment later— I can look at the book? You sure? Seriously? You’re not going to freak out?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Why are you looking at me like that?

{ It shifts nervously. It's reminiscent of it's innocent, anxious act - but xe's actually concerned. }

...yes.

You may not like what you find. But I won't stop you from bringing yourself upset. You'd be upset if I continued to withhold it from you, anyway.

You can move the eyes out of the way to grab it.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

..{ YOU HAVE TO HURT YOURSELF TO KEEP YOURSELF REPAIRED? THAT SOUNDS AWFUL! I’M SORRY YOU HAVE TO DO THAT. }

What are they, your plans to kill me or something? Did you sketch out how you’d do it? It’s not like that would deter me from you.

*They wink*

I have to. Move the eyes ? What

How do I do that

[flirtatious-slenderman]

It's... Fine? Really not an issue. I can regenerate better than any normal person.

...no, possibly worse.

Not magically. Physic-ally move them... out of the way. It won't get them far enough... to kill them... just don't... pull too hard.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

{ IS IT NOT PAINFUL? }

Won’t that hurt?????????? This seems like a crappy way to store your stuff.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

After I kill them, no.

{ COURTIER. DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF. }

Not sig-nif-i-cant-ly. I'm... Acc...ust...omed...

It is the safest way. Cannot be... Taken, if nobody can find it.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

D:

"They look at the eyes that now make up "their" body in thought*

*Some eyes look back up at Pining with moderate concern*

Geez, how many times a day are people robbing you?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

... It's not that bad... Eyes just don't heal right unless they're replaced....

... It is not robbery, St....streli....strelit...zia... They own me and every...thing I have... You know that.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Write write*

{ I JUST WISH YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE PAIN. }

*All the eyes immediately turn red, zipping to Pining, before all forcibly being settled to look at the ground*

Oh.

Them.

*They look back to where the book supposedly is*

They don’t own you anymore. Not with me in the way, anyway. Didn’t we go over that?

Why the hell were they taking your things? Didn’t they have better things to do, like be bitchy and stupid to other nobles? I can’t imagine it’d be a good reason.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

...

...

....

Do you think if I carried you it would make you hurt less?

{ The way the feathers prick up is instinctual, and the wings open halfway. Pining knows exactly what that physical signal means, and knows that it's not one that can just be stumbled into or even done on purpose. }

{ Maybe it's a little scared. }

{ Or maybe it's scared shitless. }

Yes.

{ Oh. Its voice shook. That was a different process to repress then when it was mental speech. }

Yes, Strel-it-zia.

{ Better. More stable. More believable. }

I don't exactly have anywhere else to put things, though, right now...

[flirtatious-slenderman]

You concerned drama so bad they used telepathy GAHAHA

{ Courtier is attempting to send a frowny face at you. It's not working, because that's not how dramas body fucking works. }

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Its April fools.

You know what that means.

BODY SWAPPING YALL WITH YOUR BIRDIES

Excuse me -

{ Oh. That's a very, very confused looking bird. There are quite a few things that are off-putting - being shorter, having a smaller field of view, not being in pain, having a mouth... }

...the colours are off.

Discourse?

-------

I don't have a bird, dumbass.

...

...

{ Despite this, Antiflirt still gets lizard time. }

Oh fuck you -

-------

Don't you dare.

{ Not that the threat is going to stop any anon. Webweaver is now in the body of a bird that ey detest. Surely this won't end in a firey blaze. }

-------

Don't do that to Drama, you're going to upset them!

{ Naturally, Courtier is more concerned about its bird than itself. However, xe still finds xirself taken aback. }

Oh - ow - what, why does this hurt??

-------

Do not-

{ Congratulations! This is the second worst swap. It will also not end in a firey blaze, surely. Its not like Pining isn't already frantically looking around, trying to make up for its lost field of vision as well as attempting to locate its own body. }

@discourse-slenderman

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom flinches at the sudden change in body position, no longer laying down*

>>Wha— where— ??

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???<<

*A needle sways into and out of view*

>>SLESUS SHRIST—<<

*Drama nearly tips over, their center of gravity changing with their height as they walk*

{{What the—?}}

{{OH SLOD??}}

*They feel their new eye arms, then frown— wait they have no mouth. Then.. squint? Upon feeling the dull pain that comes from their action. Does that occur everywhere? Yep it occurs everywhere. Courtier didn’t mention touching does that to xim. They will have to discuss that.*

{{WHAT THE FUCK’S HAPPENED TO ME?????}}

*Despite their horror, they can’t help but note how truthfully, everything hurts much less; they feel much better, in fact.*

*Strelly blinks.*

<+> Huh?????????? <+>

*They too feel their new eye limbs— but unlike Drama, they flinch when it hurts.*

<+> Huh?????????????? <+>

*They laugh nervously- or well, try to. Nothing comes out.*

<+> Why can I see out of my ass now???????? Where are my feathers?????? Wait- <+>

<+> PINING?? <+>

*Their new eyes dart every which way as they spin around in an attempt to get a better look at themselves— are those their.. Pining’s insides?????? Its organs are a bunch of junk????*

<+> WHAT’S GOING ON—? <+>

((The BODY SWAP EPISODE Part 1))

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Doom is currently in Web's room, which is oh so obviously Web's. The decorations are all purple and spidery, and there's more than a couple extra sets of needles sitting on the desk. This is so good for Doom. Very healthy. }

{ Courtier is currently trying to figure out why the world is so... Whatever it is. It is as though there's ten thousand additional inputs alongside the missing ones (being able to see everywhere inside and outside of its body). }

{ Mouth. There's a mouth. It can feel the mouth shifting and emoting as it thinks. It can feel the mouth moving while it speaks. }

{ .........................other things to focus on, Courtier. }

Draamaaa..?

{ Pining is quick to locate where it had been only moments before. It is, thankfully, far more objective-oriented than most of the other flirts. }

{ Even if it wonders why it isn't hurting. }

{ It's attempts to speak are almost amusing, and very nearly audible. Congratulations. }

St...it....A....?

{ Considering it's the closest it's ever been to a heart attack, given that it actually has a heart now, it was doing very well. This cannot possibly end badly. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom backs away from the needles lurking behind their back— which obviously doesn’t freaking work*

*They freeze, wide eyes darting from the needles attached to their back to around the room, before settling on the collection of needles and then down at what has become “their” body. They can feel the prick of phantom needles piercing into their skin, itching as everything feels wrong and there’s a lump in their throat and they’re seeing way too much suddenly and they’re not sure what’s real anymore and*

*Doom slowly lowers to the floor, keeping all of the eyes on the carpeting as they feel it. If they’re hallucinating again, they need to go find something to do or someone to talk to—preferably quickly.*

*Drama perks up when they faintly hear… their.. own voice? Calling for them? They look towards the source, then back at the ground, then back at the source of the voice, before hesitantly beginning to walk again, now on a mission to reunite with their vocal box apparently*

*Strelly whips “their” head around at Pining, the eyes immediately lighting up*

*They frantically— excitedly almost— gesture and point to Pining— or well, Strelly’s body—and then Pining’s body with both hands, with perhaps the most excitatory energy Pining’s body has ever gotten that was even remotely positive*

*They make a small “mind blown gesture”, then gesture to Pining as if eagerly asking something. Strelly you are on mute dude*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Courtier is very, very concerned with finding their Drama. The actual Drama. Not... Drama's body. Xe already has Drama's body, and everything hurts in different ways than xe's used to. Xe also feels... Sick. It was like when they were particularly starved, but very much not at the same time. }

Drama..?

{ Pining is immensely relieved when it sees its own body - though, it's an unnerving experience as well, to be certain. That was probably Strelly. Probably. Oh, god, please be Strelly. If it was someone else in Pining's body... }

St...rell....?

{ It wanted confirmation, though it didn't seem as if the current resident could speak the way it did. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom can see a needle swing back into view as they flinch at it. Seriously brain? Seriously? Why is it always needles??*

*Eyes dart around the room, looking for something, ANYTHING that could help them in this scenario— they spot a nice dark spot under the bed.*

*Courtier’s body appears— the eyes lit up when they see Drama’s body.*

*Drama hurries over to Courtier, alerted— then suddenly stops in their tracks, hesitating; their expression shifts to uncertainty as they slowly raise a finger to point at Courtier, then back at Courtier’s body, now “themself”*

*The eyes shift in confusion. Silence— I think they meant to ask something again— before the eyes widen in realization.*

*They quickly nod, giving a two thumbs up. They look more nervous now- and in thought.*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

I'm Courtier, you are Drama?

{ That was... Probably what was being asked. It was weird to see their body from the third person. Was Drama enjoying being there? Xe couldn't say xe was enjoying being in Drama's body, it hurt in weird ways... Which was fine! But that meant Drama was hurt, didn't it? }

{ That was... Good? Probably? Better than the alternatives, at least. }

Are... You o...ka...okay..?

{ Definitely not good. But okay, maybe? }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The eyes shift in relief; nod nod*

*Drama approaches again, some eyes “smiling” at Courtier as others twist with unease. They don’t seem too bothered by the stinging of “their” feet walking across the floor.*

*Strelly gives an enthusiastic nod, before closing “their” eyes in what looks to be concentration. They hold a finger up to Pining*

*…Now they are putting both hands on the sides of “their” forehead as if trying to explode things with their mind. Surprisingly that is not what they’re trying to do at the current moment*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Well-! We've got... That settled...

{ Courtier is wholly uncertain how to proceed from here. It has many, many questions to ask, but it has the sense to know that now is not the time for questions. Yet. Not that Drama could really answer them anyway. }

Are you okay..?

{ It definitely looked like Strelly was doing... something. There was a plethora of options to choose from, really. Exploding something with their mind was not entirely off the table but given the circumstances it didn't seem like something they'd have a reason to attempt. }

{ Still, they had come to the conclusion that they were presumably supposed to be quiet until whatever was supposed to happen actually happened. It was no harm to them - talking with a mouth was significantly more difficult than it had realized. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They give a hesitant nod, making a “so-so”motion with a hand*

*They then gesture back to Courtier with a concerned look*

*Strelly continues to concentrate, “their” eyes squeezing with thought. They can do this. They can do this. It can’t be harder than what they heard, right?*

……………vooooice.. voooooooooooice—

*The eyes open wide after a second— very excited*

I did it- I did it!

I DID IT! HAHAHAHAHAAH YES I’M A FUCKING ->GENIUS!!<-

[flirtatious-slenderman]

It's... Different?

Having a mouth is nice. It... hurts where you're not touching anything? Is that normal? Do you need to see a doctor, Drama? I'm sure we can find one for you-

{ To say Pining jolted would be a massive understatement. It jumped into the air, wings spreading open, tendrils freezing up in place. It screamed, too, in fact. }

{ Maybe you scared it just a little, Strelitzia. }

...yyyes, Strelly.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The eyes widen as they quickly shake ‘their’ head no, their hands frantically waving at Courtier in disapproval, before sheepishly crossing their arms in front of their chest and nervously looking away. Sleesus that was more than they meant to react*

*…dammit, they wish they could talk.*

*They look back at Courtier, scratching (ow) the back of their head a little before miming out writing on a piece of paper with their hands, giving Courtier a pleading look.*

*Strelly looks completely dumbfounded at Pining— before bursting out into laughter.*

HAHAAHAHAHA WHATTHEHELLWASTHAT??HOLYSHIT HAAAAHAHAHAHA—

*They are in tears*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ No it's not normal? No they don't need to see a doctor? Or was it no to both? Or was it something else entirely - }

{ Oh, yeah. a paper. That would help. Writing would make it easier to communicate. }

One moment - stay here

{ Courtier trotted off fast - ow, fuck, thats definitely a different KIND of pain. But surely that's normal for Drama? Maybe different people had different ambient pain. Maybe Court could convince them to let xem carry them around to ease the feeling... }

{ It didn't take long to return with plenty of paper, a pencil, and a pen. only the best options for Drama. }

{ Pining attempted to regather some appearance of composure, but the wings pulled up a little too close, and the feathers remained 'fluffed'. It was only embarrassed. and instinctually afraid. It had made noise, it had shown discontent, it had been loud, and it had acted uncouthly. }

...wasnt...ex-pec-ting... that.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Drama picks up the pencil and writes with mild difficulty. Having eyes for hands is definitely a bit of a different feeling than talons*

{ NO THERE’S NO NEED FOR DOCTORS. I }

*They hesitate.*

…

*They continue writing*

{ NO THERE’S NO NEED FOR DOCTORS. I ALREADY SAW A DOCTOR. }

…

{ IT’S NORMAL FOR ME. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT }

*They give Courtier a “smile”, before it shifts to an concerned, inquisitive look*

{ YOU NEVER TOLD ME TOUCHING THINGS HURT FOR YOU, THOUGH—IS THERE A REASON FOR THAT? }

*Strelly wipes tears from “their” eyes, scrunched up with glee and amusement and fondness all at the same time. The air probably tasted like a sort of warm soup to Pining right now.*

That was fucking hilarious! I’ve never seen you jump that high! A little embarrassing seeing myself doing that but whatever

*They snicker*

I would have thought you’d be used to my surprises by now.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

............well it's always been that way and I thought it was normal up until a few moments ago.

The anons claim it's because I'm made of eyes. I don't know that I believe them, but it sounds... Feasible?

{ It clasped "its" hands together tightly - hey why didn't that hurt. That usually hurt. It didn't exactly like pain, per se, but the loss of that stimulus did negate from the grounding effect. }

You'll have no-ticed... That I lack much of my... Regular field of view.... So I'm more... St-rung up..? Than usual.

{ It was getting the hang of speaking, at least. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They weigh Courtier’s words in their mind*

*I mean, if they had been in pain from day one then they’d probably assume it was normal too*

{ WELL IT WAS THE FIRST THING I ASSUMED, BECAUSE EYES ARE DELICATE AND PAINFUL TO TOUCH. I’VE LEARNED THAT THROUGH HUMAN ACTORS. YOUR EYES ARE STILL EYES, RIGHT? }

I guess that’s true. I mean, you practically see everything! So you’re not used to only seeing some things? But hey, you’ve got my mouth now. I miss it already

Speaking of seeing everything what the fuck are your insides made of

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Far as I know, they function as normal eyes...

Why is your body giving pain signals? You don't have eyes.

...yes I do.

{ Was that a twinge of orange on its cheeks? }

Eyes? It's... all eyes. No other or-gans.

...are you as-king about... my be-lon-g-ings?

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

{ AND NORMAL EYES FEEL PAIN WHEN TOUCHED. SO THEY’RE PROBABLY RIGHT? }

*They freeze ever so slightly again before casually waving it off with a nervous “smile” before writing again. The eyes give off more than they want them to.*

{ SMALL OLD INJURIES. IT HAPPENS. }

What. Your- the shit in your chest?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

I think so.

...that's right. People don't replace damaged parts entirely. Ah - some of those eyes are probably not working. Don't mind them, I'll replace them later, but it's a painful process you shouldn't subject yourself to.

...yes. the... Book, is there. I'm sure you can see it.

You can look at it, if you wish to. It is... Sketches.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They nod— see, you get it. Nothing to worry about.*

.

*They stare at Courtier with concern, to say the least*

*The eyes widen.*

Wait- really? Well— ah whatever, we’ll talk about your weird ass storage compartment later— I can look at the book? You sure? Seriously? You’re not going to freak out?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Why are you looking at me like that?

{ It shifts nervously. It's reminiscent of it's innocent, anxious act - but xe's actually concerned. }

...yes.

You may not like what you find. But I won't stop you from bringing yourself upset. You'd be upset if I continued to withhold it from you, anyway.

You can move the eyes out of the way to grab it.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

..{ YOU HAVE TO HURT YOURSELF TO KEEP YOURSELF REPAIRED? THAT SOUNDS AWFUL! I’M SORRY YOU HAVE TO DO THAT. }

What are they, your plans to kill me or something? Did you sketch out how you’d do it? It’s not like that would deter me from you.

*They wink*

I have to. Move the eyes ? What

How do I do that

[flirtatious-slenderman]

It's... Fine? Really not an issue. I can regenerate better than any normal person.

...no, possibly worse.

Not magically. Physic-ally move them... out of the way. It won't get them far enough... to kill them... just don't... pull too hard.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

{ IS IT NOT PAINFUL? }

Won’t that hurt?????????? This seems like a crappy way to store your stuff.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

After I kill them, no.

{ COURTIER. DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF. }

Not sig-nif-i-cant-ly. I'm... Acc...ust...omed...

It is the safest way. Cannot be... Taken, if nobody can find it.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

D:

"They look at the eyes that now make up "their" body in thought*

*Some eyes look back up at Pining with moderate concern*

Geez, how many times a day are people robbing you?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

... It's not that bad... Eyes just don't heal right unless they're replaced....

... It is not robbery, St....streli....strelit...zia... They own me and every...thing I have... You know that.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Its April fools.

You know what that means.

BODY SWAPPING YALL WITH YOUR BIRDIES

Excuse me -

{ Oh. That's a very, very confused looking bird. There are quite a few things that are off-putting - being shorter, having a smaller field of view, not being in pain, having a mouth... }

...the colours are off.

Discourse?

-------

I don't have a bird, dumbass.

...

...

{ Despite this, Antiflirt still gets lizard time. }

Oh fuck you -

-------

Don't you dare.

{ Not that the threat is going to stop any anon. Webweaver is now in the body of a bird that ey detest. Surely this won't end in a firey blaze. }

-------

Don't do that to Drama, you're going to upset them!

{ Naturally, Courtier is more concerned about its bird than itself. However, xe still finds xirself taken aback. }

Oh - ow - what, why does this hurt??

-------

Do not-

{ Congratulations! This is the second worst swap. It will also not end in a firey blaze, surely. Its not like Pining isn't already frantically looking around, trying to make up for its lost field of vision as well as attempting to locate its own body. }

@discourse-slenderman

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom flinches at the sudden change in body position, no longer laying down*

>>Wha— where— ??

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???<<

*A needle sways into and out of view*

>>SLESUS SHRIST—<<

*Drama nearly tips over, their center of gravity changing with their height as they walk*

{{What the—?}}

{{OH SLOD??}}

*They feel their new eye arms, then frown— wait they have no mouth. Then.. squint? Upon feeling the dull pain that comes from their action. Does that occur everywhere? Yep it occurs everywhere. Courtier didn’t mention touching does that to xim. They will have to discuss that.*

{{WHAT THE FUCK’S HAPPENED TO ME?????}}

*Despite their horror, they can’t help but note how truthfully, everything hurts much less; they feel much better, in fact.*

*Strelly blinks.*

<+> Huh?????????? <+>

*They too feel their new eye limbs— but unlike Drama, they flinch when it hurts.*

<+> Huh?????????????? <+>

*They laugh nervously- or well, try to. Nothing comes out.*

<+> Why can I see out of my ass now???????? Where are my feathers?????? Wait- <+>

<+> PINING?? <+>

*Their new eyes dart every which way as they spin around in an attempt to get a better look at themselves— are those their.. Pining’s insides?????? Its organs are a bunch of junk????*

<+> WHAT’S GOING ON—? <+>

((The BODY SWAP EPISODE Part 1))

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Doom is currently in Web's room, which is oh so obviously Web's. The decorations are all purple and spidery, and there's more than a couple extra sets of needles sitting on the desk. This is so good for Doom. Very healthy. }

{ Courtier is currently trying to figure out why the world is so... Whatever it is. It is as though there's ten thousand additional inputs alongside the missing ones (being able to see everywhere inside and outside of its body). }

{ Mouth. There's a mouth. It can feel the mouth shifting and emoting as it thinks. It can feel the mouth moving while it speaks. }

{ .........................other things to focus on, Courtier. }

Draamaaa..?

{ Pining is quick to locate where it had been only moments before. It is, thankfully, far more objective-oriented than most of the other flirts. }

{ Even if it wonders why it isn't hurting. }

{ It's attempts to speak are almost amusing, and very nearly audible. Congratulations. }

St...it....A....?

{ Considering it's the closest it's ever been to a heart attack, given that it actually has a heart now, it was doing very well. This cannot possibly end badly. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom backs away from the needles lurking behind their back— which obviously doesn’t freaking work*

*They freeze, wide eyes darting from the needles attached to their back to around the room, before settling on the collection of needles and then down at what has become “their” body. They can feel the prick of phantom needles piercing into their skin, itching as everything feels wrong and there’s a lump in their throat and they’re seeing way too much suddenly and they’re not sure what’s real anymore and*

*Doom slowly lowers to the floor, keeping all of the eyes on the carpeting as they feel it. If they’re hallucinating again, they need to go find something to do or someone to talk to—preferably quickly.*

*Drama perks up when they faintly hear… their.. own voice? Calling for them? They look towards the source, then back at the ground, then back at the source of the voice, before hesitantly beginning to walk again, now on a mission to reunite with their vocal box apparently*

*Strelly whips “their” head around at Pining, the eyes immediately lighting up*

*They frantically— excitedly almost— gesture and point to Pining— or well, Strelly’s body—and then Pining’s body with both hands, with perhaps the most excitatory energy Pining’s body has ever gotten that was even remotely positive*

*They make a small “mind blown gesture”, then gesture to Pining as if eagerly asking something. Strelly you are on mute dude*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Courtier is very, very concerned with finding their Drama. The actual Drama. Not... Drama's body. Xe already has Drama's body, and everything hurts in different ways than xe's used to. Xe also feels... Sick. It was like when they were particularly starved, but very much not at the same time. }

Drama..?

{ Pining is immensely relieved when it sees its own body - though, it's an unnerving experience as well, to be certain. That was probably Strelly. Probably. Oh, god, please be Strelly. If it was someone else in Pining's body... }

St...rell....?

{ It wanted confirmation, though it didn't seem as if the current resident could speak the way it did. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom can see a needle swing back into view as they flinch at it. Seriously brain? Seriously? Why is it always needles??*

*Eyes dart around the room, looking for something, ANYTHING that could help them in this scenario— they spot a nice dark spot under the bed.*

*Courtier’s body appears— the eyes lit up when they see Drama’s body.*

*Drama hurries over to Courtier, alerted— then suddenly stops in their tracks, hesitating; their expression shifts to uncertainty as they slowly raise a finger to point at Courtier, then back at Courtier’s body, now “themself”*

*The eyes shift in confusion. Silence— I think they meant to ask something again— before the eyes widen in realization.*

*They quickly nod, giving a two thumbs up. They look more nervous now- and in thought.*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

I'm Courtier, you are Drama?

{ That was... Probably what was being asked. It was weird to see their body from the third person. Was Drama enjoying being there? Xe couldn't say xe was enjoying being in Drama's body, it hurt in weird ways... Which was fine! But that meant Drama was hurt, didn't it? }

{ That was... Good? Probably? Better than the alternatives, at least. }

Are... You o...ka...okay..?

{ Definitely not good. But okay, maybe? }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The eyes shift in relief; nod nod*

*Drama approaches again, some eyes “smiling” at Courtier as others twist with unease. They don’t seem too bothered by the stinging of “their” feet walking across the floor.*

*Strelly gives an enthusiastic nod, before closing “their” eyes in what looks to be concentration. They hold a finger up to Pining*

*…Now they are putting both hands on the sides of “their” forehead as if trying to explode things with their mind. Surprisingly that is not what they’re trying to do at the current moment*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Well-! We've got... That settled...

{ Courtier is wholly uncertain how to proceed from here. It has many, many questions to ask, but it has the sense to know that now is not the time for questions. Yet. Not that Drama could really answer them anyway. }

Are you okay..?

{ It definitely looked like Strelly was doing... something. There was a plethora of options to choose from, really. Exploding something with their mind was not entirely off the table but given the circumstances it didn't seem like something they'd have a reason to attempt. }

{ Still, they had come to the conclusion that they were presumably supposed to be quiet until whatever was supposed to happen actually happened. It was no harm to them - talking with a mouth was significantly more difficult than it had realized. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They give a hesitant nod, making a “so-so”motion with a hand*

*They then gesture back to Courtier with a concerned look*

*Strelly continues to concentrate, “their” eyes squeezing with thought. They can do this. They can do this. It can’t be harder than what they heard, right?*

……………vooooice.. voooooooooooice—

*The eyes open wide after a second— very excited*

I did it- I did it!

I DID IT! HAHAHAHAHAAH YES I’M A FUCKING ->GENIUS!!<-

[flirtatious-slenderman]

It's... Different?

Having a mouth is nice. It... hurts where you're not touching anything? Is that normal? Do you need to see a doctor, Drama? I'm sure we can find one for you-

{ To say Pining jolted would be a massive understatement. It jumped into the air, wings spreading open, tendrils freezing up in place. It screamed, too, in fact. }

{ Maybe you scared it just a little, Strelitzia. }

...yyyes, Strelly.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The eyes widen as they quickly shake ‘their’ head no, their hands frantically waving at Courtier in disapproval, before sheepishly crossing their arms in front of their chest and nervously looking away. Sleesus that was more than they meant to react*

*…dammit, they wish they could talk.*

*They look back at Courtier, scratching (ow) the back of their head a little before miming out writing on a piece of paper with their hands, giving Courtier a pleading look.*

*Strelly looks completely dumbfounded at Pining— before bursting out into laughter.*

HAHAAHAHAHA WHATTHEHELLWASTHAT??HOLYSHIT HAAAAHAHAHAHA—

*They are in tears*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ No it's not normal? No they don't need to see a doctor? Or was it no to both? Or was it something else entirely - }

{ Oh, yeah. a paper. That would help. Writing would make it easier to communicate. }

One moment - stay here

{ Courtier trotted off fast - ow, fuck, thats definitely a different KIND of pain. But surely that's normal for Drama? Maybe different people had different ambient pain. Maybe Court could convince them to let xem carry them around to ease the feeling... }

{ It didn't take long to return with plenty of paper, a pencil, and a pen. only the best options for Drama. }

{ Pining attempted to regather some appearance of composure, but the wings pulled up a little too close, and the feathers remained 'fluffed'. It was only embarrassed. and instinctually afraid. It had made noise, it had shown discontent, it had been loud, and it had acted uncouthly. }

...wasnt...ex-pec-ting... that.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Drama picks up the pencil and writes with mild difficulty. Having eyes for hands is definitely a bit of a different feeling than talons*

{ NO THERE’S NO NEED FOR DOCTORS. I }

*They hesitate.*

…

*They continue writing*

{ NO THERE’S NO NEED FOR DOCTORS. I ALREADY SAW A DOCTOR. }

…

{ IT’S NORMAL FOR ME. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT }

*They give Courtier a “smile”, before it shifts to an concerned, inquisitive look*

{ YOU NEVER TOLD ME TOUCHING THINGS HURT FOR YOU, THOUGH—IS THERE A REASON FOR THAT? }

*Strelly wipes tears from “their” eyes, scrunched up with glee and amusement and fondness all at the same time. The air probably tasted like a sort of warm soup to Pining right now.*

That was fucking hilarious! I’ve never seen you jump that high! A little embarrassing seeing myself doing that but whatever

*They snicker*

I would have thought you’d be used to my surprises by now.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

............well it's always been that way and I thought it was normal up until a few moments ago.

The anons claim it's because I'm made of eyes. I don't know that I believe them, but it sounds... Feasible?

{ It clasped "its" hands together tightly - hey why didn't that hurt. That usually hurt. It didn't exactly like pain, per se, but the loss of that stimulus did negate from the grounding effect. }

You'll have no-ticed... That I lack much of my... Regular field of view.... So I'm more... St-rung up..? Than usual.

{ It was getting the hang of speaking, at least. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They weigh Courtier’s words in their mind*

*I mean, if they had been in pain from day one then they’d probably assume it was normal too*

{ WELL IT WAS THE FIRST THING I ASSUMED, BECAUSE EYES ARE DELICATE AND PAINFUL TO TOUCH. I’VE LEARNED THAT THROUGH HUMAN ACTORS. YOUR EYES ARE STILL EYES, RIGHT? }

I guess that’s true. I mean, you practically see everything! So you’re not used to only seeing some things? But hey, you’ve got my mouth now. I miss it already

Speaking of seeing everything what the fuck are your insides made of

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Far as I know, they function as normal eyes...

Why is your body giving pain signals? You don't have eyes.

...yes I do.

{ Was that a twinge of orange on its cheeks? }

Eyes? It's... all eyes. No other or-gans.

...are you as-king about... my be-lon-g-ings?

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

{ AND NORMAL EYES FEEL PAIN WHEN TOUCHED. SO THEY’RE PROBABLY RIGHT? }

*They freeze ever so slightly again before casually waving it off with a nervous “smile” before writing again. The eyes give off more than they want them to.*

{ SMALL OLD INJURIES. IT HAPPENS. }

What. Your- the shit in your chest?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

I think so.

...that's right. People don't replace damaged parts entirely. Ah - some of those eyes are probably not working. Don't mind them, I'll replace them later, but it's a painful process you shouldn't subject yourself to.

...yes. the... Book, is there. I'm sure you can see it.

You can look at it, if you wish to. It is... Sketches.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They nod— see, you get it. Nothing to worry about.*

.

*They stare at Courtier with concern, to say the least*

*The eyes widen.*

Wait- really? Well— ah whatever, we’ll talk about your weird ass storage compartment later— I can look at the book? You sure? Seriously? You’re not going to freak out?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Why are you looking at me like that?

{ It shifts nervously. It's reminiscent of it's innocent, anxious act - but xe's actually concerned. }

...yes.

You may not like what you find. But I won't stop you from bringing yourself upset. You'd be upset if I continued to withhold it from you, anyway.

You can move the eyes out of the way to grab it.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

..{ YOU HAVE TO HURT YOURSELF TO KEEP YOURSELF REPAIRED? THAT SOUNDS AWFUL! I’M SORRY YOU HAVE TO DO THAT. }

What are they, your plans to kill me or something? Did you sketch out how you’d do it? It’s not like that would deter me from you.

*They wink*

I have to. Move the eyes ? What

How do I do that

[flirtatious-slenderman]

It's... Fine? Really not an issue. I can regenerate better than any normal person.

...no, possibly worse.

Not magically. Physic-ally move them... out of the way. It won't get them far enough... to kill them... just don't... pull too hard.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

{ IS IT NOT PAINFUL? }

Won’t that hurt?????????? This seems like a crappy way to store your stuff.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

After I kill them, no.

{ COURTIER. DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF. }

Not sig-nif-i-cant-ly. I'm... Acc...ust...omed...

It is the safest way. Cannot be... Taken, if nobody can find it.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

i agree with the strelly........is there not better ways to store your things then "let me hide my stuff in my me"????

It's the best way to keep them safe.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Its April fools.

You know what that means.

BODY SWAPPING YALL WITH YOUR BIRDIES

Excuse me -

{ Oh. That's a very, very confused looking bird. There are quite a few things that are off-putting - being shorter, having a smaller field of view, not being in pain, having a mouth... }

...the colours are off.

Discourse?

-------

I don't have a bird, dumbass.

...

...

{ Despite this, Antiflirt still gets lizard time. }

Oh fuck you -

-------

Don't you dare.

{ Not that the threat is going to stop any anon. Webweaver is now in the body of a bird that ey detest. Surely this won't end in a firey blaze. }

-------

Don't do that to Drama, you're going to upset them!

{ Naturally, Courtier is more concerned about its bird than itself. However, xe still finds xirself taken aback. }

Oh - ow - what, why does this hurt??

-------

Do not-

{ Congratulations! This is the second worst swap. It will also not end in a firey blaze, surely. Its not like Pining isn't already frantically looking around, trying to make up for its lost field of vision as well as attempting to locate its own body. }

@discourse-slenderman

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom flinches at the sudden change in body position, no longer laying down*

>>Wha— where— ??

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???<<

*A needle sways into and out of view*

>>SLESUS SHRIST—<<

*Drama nearly tips over, their center of gravity changing with their height as they walk*

{{What the—?}}

{{OH SLOD??}}

*They feel their new eye arms, then frown— wait they have no mouth. Then.. squint? Upon feeling the dull pain that comes from their action. Does that occur everywhere? Yep it occurs everywhere. Courtier didn’t mention touching does that to xim. They will have to discuss that.*

{{WHAT THE FUCK’S HAPPENED TO ME?????}}

*Despite their horror, they can’t help but note how truthfully, everything hurts much less; they feel much better, in fact.*

*Strelly blinks.*

<+> Huh?????????? <+>

*They too feel their new eye limbs— but unlike Drama, they flinch when it hurts.*

<+> Huh?????????????? <+>

*They laugh nervously- or well, try to. Nothing comes out.*

<+> Why can I see out of my ass now???????? Where are my feathers?????? Wait- <+>

<+> PINING?? <+>

*Their new eyes dart every which way as they spin around in an attempt to get a better look at themselves— are those their.. Pining’s insides?????? Its organs are a bunch of junk????*

<+> WHAT’S GOING ON—? <+>

((The BODY SWAP EPISODE Part 1))

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Doom is currently in Web's room, which is oh so obviously Web's. The decorations are all purple and spidery, and there's more than a couple extra sets of needles sitting on the desk. This is so good for Doom. Very healthy. }

{ Courtier is currently trying to figure out why the world is so... Whatever it is. It is as though there's ten thousand additional inputs alongside the missing ones (being able to see everywhere inside and outside of its body). }

{ Mouth. There's a mouth. It can feel the mouth shifting and emoting as it thinks. It can feel the mouth moving while it speaks. }

{ .........................other things to focus on, Courtier. }

Draamaaa..?

{ Pining is quick to locate where it had been only moments before. It is, thankfully, far more objective-oriented than most of the other flirts. }

{ Even if it wonders why it isn't hurting. }

{ It's attempts to speak are almost amusing, and very nearly audible. Congratulations. }

St...it....A....?

{ Considering it's the closest it's ever been to a heart attack, given that it actually has a heart now, it was doing very well. This cannot possibly end badly. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom backs away from the needles lurking behind their back— which obviously doesn’t freaking work*

*They freeze, wide eyes darting from the needles attached to their back to around the room, before settling on the collection of needles and then down at what has become “their” body. They can feel the prick of phantom needles piercing into their skin, itching as everything feels wrong and there’s a lump in their throat and they’re seeing way too much suddenly and they’re not sure what’s real anymore and*

*Doom slowly lowers to the floor, keeping all of the eyes on the carpeting as they feel it. If they’re hallucinating again, they need to go find something to do or someone to talk to—preferably quickly.*

*Drama perks up when they faintly hear… their.. own voice? Calling for them? They look towards the source, then back at the ground, then back at the source of the voice, before hesitantly beginning to walk again, now on a mission to reunite with their vocal box apparently*

*Strelly whips “their” head around at Pining, the eyes immediately lighting up*

*They frantically— excitedly almost— gesture and point to Pining— or well, Strelly’s body—and then Pining’s body with both hands, with perhaps the most excitatory energy Pining’s body has ever gotten that was even remotely positive*

*They make a small “mind blown gesture”, then gesture to Pining as if eagerly asking something. Strelly you are on mute dude*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Courtier is very, very concerned with finding their Drama. The actual Drama. Not... Drama's body. Xe already has Drama's body, and everything hurts in different ways than xe's used to. Xe also feels... Sick. It was like when they were particularly starved, but very much not at the same time. }

Drama..?

{ Pining is immensely relieved when it sees its own body - though, it's an unnerving experience as well, to be certain. That was probably Strelly. Probably. Oh, god, please be Strelly. If it was someone else in Pining's body... }

St...rell....?

{ It wanted confirmation, though it didn't seem as if the current resident could speak the way it did. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom can see a needle swing back into view as they flinch at it. Seriously brain? Seriously? Why is it always needles??*

*Eyes dart around the room, looking for something, ANYTHING that could help them in this scenario— they spot a nice dark spot under the bed.*

*Courtier’s body appears— the eyes lit up when they see Drama’s body.*

*Drama hurries over to Courtier, alerted— then suddenly stops in their tracks, hesitating; their expression shifts to uncertainty as they slowly raise a finger to point at Courtier, then back at Courtier’s body, now “themself”*

*The eyes shift in confusion. Silence— I think they meant to ask something again— before the eyes widen in realization.*

*They quickly nod, giving a two thumbs up. They look more nervous now- and in thought.*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

I'm Courtier, you are Drama?

{ That was... Probably what was being asked. It was weird to see their body from the third person. Was Drama enjoying being there? Xe couldn't say xe was enjoying being in Drama's body, it hurt in weird ways... Which was fine! But that meant Drama was hurt, didn't it? }

{ That was... Good? Probably? Better than the alternatives, at least. }

Are... You o...ka...okay..?

{ Definitely not good. But okay, maybe? }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The eyes shift in relief; nod nod*

*Drama approaches again, some eyes “smiling” at Courtier as others twist with unease. They don’t seem too bothered by the stinging of “their” feet walking across the floor.*

*Strelly gives an enthusiastic nod, before closing “their” eyes in what looks to be concentration. They hold a finger up to Pining*

*…Now they are putting both hands on the sides of “their” forehead as if trying to explode things with their mind. Surprisingly that is not what they’re trying to do at the current moment*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Well-! We've got... That settled...

{ Courtier is wholly uncertain how to proceed from here. It has many, many questions to ask, but it has the sense to know that now is not the time for questions. Yet. Not that Drama could really answer them anyway. }

Are you okay..?

{ It definitely looked like Strelly was doing... something. There was a plethora of options to choose from, really. Exploding something with their mind was not entirely off the table but given the circumstances it didn't seem like something they'd have a reason to attempt. }

{ Still, they had come to the conclusion that they were presumably supposed to be quiet until whatever was supposed to happen actually happened. It was no harm to them - talking with a mouth was significantly more difficult than it had realized. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They give a hesitant nod, making a “so-so”motion with a hand*

*They then gesture back to Courtier with a concerned look*

*Strelly continues to concentrate, “their” eyes squeezing with thought. They can do this. They can do this. It can’t be harder than what they heard, right?*

……………vooooice.. voooooooooooice—

*The eyes open wide after a second— very excited*

I did it- I did it!

I DID IT! HAHAHAHAHAAH YES I’M A FUCKING ->GENIUS!!<-

[flirtatious-slenderman]

It's... Different?

Having a mouth is nice. It... hurts where you're not touching anything? Is that normal? Do you need to see a doctor, Drama? I'm sure we can find one for you-

{ To say Pining jolted would be a massive understatement. It jumped into the air, wings spreading open, tendrils freezing up in place. It screamed, too, in fact. }

{ Maybe you scared it just a little, Strelitzia. }

...yyyes, Strelly.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The eyes widen as they quickly shake ‘their’ head no, their hands frantically waving at Courtier in disapproval, before sheepishly crossing their arms in front of their chest and nervously looking away. Sleesus that was more than they meant to react*

*…dammit, they wish they could talk.*

*They look back at Courtier, scratching (ow) the back of their head a little before miming out writing on a piece of paper with their hands, giving Courtier a pleading look.*

*Strelly looks completely dumbfounded at Pining— before bursting out into laughter.*

HAHAAHAHAHA WHATTHEHELLWASTHAT??HOLYSHIT HAAAAHAHAHAHA—

*They are in tears*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ No it's not normal? No they don't need to see a doctor? Or was it no to both? Or was it something else entirely - }

{ Oh, yeah. a paper. That would help. Writing would make it easier to communicate. }

One moment - stay here

{ Courtier trotted off fast - ow, fuck, thats definitely a different KIND of pain. But surely that's normal for Drama? Maybe different people had different ambient pain. Maybe Court could convince them to let xem carry them around to ease the feeling... }

{ It didn't take long to return with plenty of paper, a pencil, and a pen. only the best options for Drama. }

{ Pining attempted to regather some appearance of composure, but the wings pulled up a little too close, and the feathers remained 'fluffed'. It was only embarrassed. and instinctually afraid. It had made noise, it had shown discontent, it had been loud, and it had acted uncouthly. }

...wasnt...ex-pec-ting... that.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Drama picks up the pencil and writes with mild difficulty. Having eyes for hands is definitely a bit of a different feeling than talons*

{ NO THERE’S NO NEED FOR DOCTORS. I }

*They hesitate.*

…

*They continue writing*

{ NO THERE’S NO NEED FOR DOCTORS. I ALREADY SAW A DOCTOR. }

…

{ IT’S NORMAL FOR ME. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT }

*They give Courtier a “smile”, before it shifts to an concerned, inquisitive look*

{ YOU NEVER TOLD ME TOUCHING THINGS HURT FOR YOU, THOUGH—IS THERE A REASON FOR THAT? }

*Strelly wipes tears from “their” eyes, scrunched up with glee and amusement and fondness all at the same time. The air probably tasted like a sort of warm soup to Pining right now.*

That was fucking hilarious! I’ve never seen you jump that high! A little embarrassing seeing myself doing that but whatever

*They snicker*

I would have thought you’d be used to my surprises by now.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

............well it's always been that way and I thought it was normal up until a few moments ago.

The anons claim it's because I'm made of eyes. I don't know that I believe them, but it sounds... Feasible?

{ It clasped "its" hands together tightly - hey why didn't that hurt. That usually hurt. It didn't exactly like pain, per se, but the loss of that stimulus did negate from the grounding effect. }

You'll have no-ticed... That I lack much of my... Regular field of view.... So I'm more... St-rung up..? Than usual.

{ It was getting the hang of speaking, at least. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They weigh Courtier’s words in their mind*

*I mean, if they had been in pain from day one then they’d probably assume it was normal too*

{ WELL IT WAS THE FIRST THING I ASSUMED, BECAUSE EYES ARE DELICATE AND PAINFUL TO TOUCH. I’VE LEARNED THAT THROUGH HUMAN ACTORS. YOUR EYES ARE STILL EYES, RIGHT? }

I guess that’s true. I mean, you practically see everything! So you’re not used to only seeing some things? But hey, you’ve got my mouth now. I miss it already

Speaking of seeing everything what the fuck are your insides made of

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Far as I know, they function as normal eyes...

Why is your body giving pain signals? You don't have eyes.

...yes I do.

{ Was that a twinge of orange on its cheeks? }

Eyes? It's... all eyes. No other or-gans.

...are you as-king about... my be-lon-g-ings?

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

{ AND NORMAL EYES FEEL PAIN WHEN TOUCHED. SO THEY’RE PROBABLY RIGHT? }

*They freeze ever so slightly again before casually waving it off with a nervous “smile” before writing again. The eyes give off more than they want them to.*

{ SMALL OLD INJURIES. IT HAPPENS. }

What. Your- the shit in your chest?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

I think so.

...that's right. People don't replace damaged parts entirely. Ah - some of those eyes are probably not working. Don't mind them, I'll replace them later, but it's a painful process you shouldn't subject yourself to.

...yes. the... Book, is there. I'm sure you can see it.

You can look at it, if you wish to. It is... Sketches.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They nod— see, you get it. Nothing to worry about.*

.

*They stare at Courtier with concern, to say the least*

*The eyes widen.*

Wait- really? Well— ah whatever, we’ll talk about your weird ass storage compartment later— I can look at the book? You sure? Seriously? You’re not going to freak out?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Why are you looking at me like that?

{ It shifts nervously. It's reminiscent of it's innocent, anxious act - but xe's actually concerned. }

...yes.

You may not like what you find. But I won't stop you from bringing yourself upset. You'd be upset if I continued to withhold it from you, anyway.

You can move the eyes out of the way to grab it.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

..{ YOU HAVE TO HURT YOURSELF TO KEEP YOURSELF REPAIRED? THAT SOUNDS AWFUL! I’M SORRY YOU HAVE TO DO THAT. }

What are they, your plans to kill me or something? Did you sketch out how you’d do it? It’s not like that would deter me from you.

*They wink*

I have to. Move the eyes ? What

How do I do that

[flirtatious-slenderman]

It's... Fine? Really not an issue. I can regenerate better than any normal person.

...no, possibly worse.

Not magically. Physic-ally move them... out of the way. It won't get them far enough... to kill them... just don't... pull too hard.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Courtier your bird likes downplaying things a lot don’t they

If you'd stop being fucking vague.

why are they looking at me like that. what did I do. Did I scare them? Are they upset that they're in my body without only functional eyes? I would've fixed it beforehand if I knew in advance -

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Its April fools.

You know what that means.

BODY SWAPPING YALL WITH YOUR BIRDIES

Excuse me -

{ Oh. That's a very, very confused looking bird. There are quite a few things that are off-putting - being shorter, having a smaller field of view, not being in pain, having a mouth... }

...the colours are off.

Discourse?

-------

I don't have a bird, dumbass.

...

...

{ Despite this, Antiflirt still gets lizard time. }

Oh fuck you -

-------

Don't you dare.

{ Not that the threat is going to stop any anon. Webweaver is now in the body of a bird that ey detest. Surely this won't end in a firey blaze. }

-------

Don't do that to Drama, you're going to upset them!

{ Naturally, Courtier is more concerned about its bird than itself. However, xe still finds xirself taken aback. }

Oh - ow - what, why does this hurt??

-------

Do not-

{ Congratulations! This is the second worst swap. It will also not end in a firey blaze, surely. Its not like Pining isn't already frantically looking around, trying to make up for its lost field of vision as well as attempting to locate its own body. }

@discourse-slenderman

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom flinches at the sudden change in body position, no longer laying down*

>>Wha— where— ??

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???<<

*A needle sways into and out of view*

>>SLESUS SHRIST—<<

*Drama nearly tips over, their center of gravity changing with their height as they walk*

{{What the—?}}

{{OH SLOD??}}

*They feel their new eye arms, then frown— wait they have no mouth. Then.. squint? Upon feeling the dull pain that comes from their action. Does that occur everywhere? Yep it occurs everywhere. Courtier didn’t mention touching does that to xim. They will have to discuss that.*

{{WHAT THE FUCK’S HAPPENED TO ME?????}}

*Despite their horror, they can’t help but note how truthfully, everything hurts much less; they feel much better, in fact.*

*Strelly blinks.*

<+> Huh?????????? <+>

*They too feel their new eye limbs— but unlike Drama, they flinch when it hurts.*

<+> Huh?????????????? <+>

*They laugh nervously- or well, try to. Nothing comes out.*

<+> Why can I see out of my ass now???????? Where are my feathers?????? Wait- <+>

<+> PINING?? <+>

*Their new eyes dart every which way as they spin around in an attempt to get a better look at themselves— are those their.. Pining’s insides?????? Its organs are a bunch of junk????*

<+> WHAT’S GOING ON—? <+>

((The BODY SWAP EPISODE Part 1))

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Doom is currently in Web's room, which is oh so obviously Web's. The decorations are all purple and spidery, and there's more than a couple extra sets of needles sitting on the desk. This is so good for Doom. Very healthy. }

{ Courtier is currently trying to figure out why the world is so... Whatever it is. It is as though there's ten thousand additional inputs alongside the missing ones (being able to see everywhere inside and outside of its body). }

{ Mouth. There's a mouth. It can feel the mouth shifting and emoting as it thinks. It can feel the mouth moving while it speaks. }

{ .........................other things to focus on, Courtier. }

Draamaaa..?

{ Pining is quick to locate where it had been only moments before. It is, thankfully, far more objective-oriented than most of the other flirts. }

{ Even if it wonders why it isn't hurting. }

{ It's attempts to speak are almost amusing, and very nearly audible. Congratulations. }

St...it....A....?

{ Considering it's the closest it's ever been to a heart attack, given that it actually has a heart now, it was doing very well. This cannot possibly end badly. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom backs away from the needles lurking behind their back— which obviously doesn’t freaking work*

*They freeze, wide eyes darting from the needles attached to their back to around the room, before settling on the collection of needles and then down at what has become “their” body. They can feel the prick of phantom needles piercing into their skin, itching as everything feels wrong and there’s a lump in their throat and they’re seeing way too much suddenly and they’re not sure what’s real anymore and*

*Doom slowly lowers to the floor, keeping all of the eyes on the carpeting as they feel it. If they’re hallucinating again, they need to go find something to do or someone to talk to—preferably quickly.*

*Drama perks up when they faintly hear… their.. own voice? Calling for them? They look towards the source, then back at the ground, then back at the source of the voice, before hesitantly beginning to walk again, now on a mission to reunite with their vocal box apparently*

*Strelly whips “their” head around at Pining, the eyes immediately lighting up*

*They frantically— excitedly almost— gesture and point to Pining— or well, Strelly’s body—and then Pining’s body with both hands, with perhaps the most excitatory energy Pining’s body has ever gotten that was even remotely positive*

*They make a small “mind blown gesture”, then gesture to Pining as if eagerly asking something. Strelly you are on mute dude*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Courtier is very, very concerned with finding their Drama. The actual Drama. Not... Drama's body. Xe already has Drama's body, and everything hurts in different ways than xe's used to. Xe also feels... Sick. It was like when they were particularly starved, but very much not at the same time. }

Drama..?

{ Pining is immensely relieved when it sees its own body - though, it's an unnerving experience as well, to be certain. That was probably Strelly. Probably. Oh, god, please be Strelly. If it was someone else in Pining's body... }

St...rell....?

{ It wanted confirmation, though it didn't seem as if the current resident could speak the way it did. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom can see a needle swing back into view as they flinch at it. Seriously brain? Seriously? Why is it always needles??*

*Eyes dart around the room, looking for something, ANYTHING that could help them in this scenario— they spot a nice dark spot under the bed.*

*Courtier’s body appears— the eyes lit up when they see Drama’s body.*

*Drama hurries over to Courtier, alerted— then suddenly stops in their tracks, hesitating; their expression shifts to uncertainty as they slowly raise a finger to point at Courtier, then back at Courtier’s body, now “themself”*

*The eyes shift in confusion. Silence— I think they meant to ask something again— before the eyes widen in realization.*

*They quickly nod, giving a two thumbs up. They look more nervous now- and in thought.*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

I'm Courtier, you are Drama?

{ That was... Probably what was being asked. It was weird to see their body from the third person. Was Drama enjoying being there? Xe couldn't say xe was enjoying being in Drama's body, it hurt in weird ways... Which was fine! But that meant Drama was hurt, didn't it? }

{ That was... Good? Probably? Better than the alternatives, at least. }

Are... You o...ka...okay..?

{ Definitely not good. But okay, maybe? }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The eyes shift in relief; nod nod*

*Drama approaches again, some eyes “smiling” at Courtier as others twist with unease. They don’t seem too bothered by the stinging of “their” feet walking across the floor.*

*Strelly gives an enthusiastic nod, before closing “their” eyes in what looks to be concentration. They hold a finger up to Pining*

*…Now they are putting both hands on the sides of “their” forehead as if trying to explode things with their mind. Surprisingly that is not what they’re trying to do at the current moment*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Well-! We've got... That settled...

{ Courtier is wholly uncertain how to proceed from here. It has many, many questions to ask, but it has the sense to know that now is not the time for questions. Yet. Not that Drama could really answer them anyway. }

Are you okay..?

{ It definitely looked like Strelly was doing... something. There was a plethora of options to choose from, really. Exploding something with their mind was not entirely off the table but given the circumstances it didn't seem like something they'd have a reason to attempt. }

{ Still, they had come to the conclusion that they were presumably supposed to be quiet until whatever was supposed to happen actually happened. It was no harm to them - talking with a mouth was significantly more difficult than it had realized. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They give a hesitant nod, making a “so-so”motion with a hand*

*They then gesture back to Courtier with a concerned look*

*Strelly continues to concentrate, “their” eyes squeezing with thought. They can do this. They can do this. It can’t be harder than what they heard, right?*

……………vooooice.. voooooooooooice—

*The eyes open wide after a second— very excited*

I did it- I did it!

I DID IT! HAHAHAHAHAAH YES I’M A FUCKING ->GENIUS!!<-

[flirtatious-slenderman]

It's... Different?

Having a mouth is nice. It... hurts where you're not touching anything? Is that normal? Do you need to see a doctor, Drama? I'm sure we can find one for you-

{ To say Pining jolted would be a massive understatement. It jumped into the air, wings spreading open, tendrils freezing up in place. It screamed, too, in fact. }

{ Maybe you scared it just a little, Strelitzia. }

...yyyes, Strelly.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The eyes widen as they quickly shake ‘their’ head no, their hands frantically waving at Courtier in disapproval, before sheepishly crossing their arms in front of their chest and nervously looking away. Sleesus that was more than they meant to react*

*…dammit, they wish they could talk.*

*They look back at Courtier, scratching (ow) the back of their head a little before miming out writing on a piece of paper with their hands, giving Courtier a pleading look.*

*Strelly looks completely dumbfounded at Pining— before bursting out into laughter.*

HAHAAHAHAHA WHATTHEHELLWASTHAT??HOLYSHIT HAAAAHAHAHAHA—

*They are in tears*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ No it's not normal? No they don't need to see a doctor? Or was it no to both? Or was it something else entirely - }

{ Oh, yeah. a paper. That would help. Writing would make it easier to communicate. }

One moment - stay here

{ Courtier trotted off fast - ow, fuck, thats definitely a different KIND of pain. But surely that's normal for Drama? Maybe different people had different ambient pain. Maybe Court could convince them to let xem carry them around to ease the feeling... }

{ It didn't take long to return with plenty of paper, a pencil, and a pen. only the best options for Drama. }

{ Pining attempted to regather some appearance of composure, but the wings pulled up a little too close, and the feathers remained 'fluffed'. It was only embarrassed. and instinctually afraid. It had made noise, it had shown discontent, it had been loud, and it had acted uncouthly. }

...wasnt...ex-pec-ting... that.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Drama picks up the pencil and writes with mild difficulty. Having eyes for hands is definitely a bit of a different feeling than talons*

{ NO THERE’S NO NEED FOR DOCTORS. I }

*They hesitate.*

…

*They continue writing*

{ NO THERE’S NO NEED FOR DOCTORS. I ALREADY SAW A DOCTOR. }

…

{ IT’S NORMAL FOR ME. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT }

*They give Courtier a “smile”, before it shifts to an concerned, inquisitive look*

{ YOU NEVER TOLD ME TOUCHING THINGS HURT FOR YOU, THOUGH—IS THERE A REASON FOR THAT? }

*Strelly wipes tears from “their” eyes, scrunched up with glee and amusement and fondness all at the same time. The air probably tasted like a sort of warm soup to Pining right now.*

That was fucking hilarious! I’ve never seen you jump that high! A little embarrassing seeing myself doing that but whatever

*They snicker*

I would have thought you’d be used to my surprises by now.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

............well it's always been that way and I thought it was normal up until a few moments ago.

The anons claim it's because I'm made of eyes. I don't know that I believe them, but it sounds... Feasible?

{ It clasped "its" hands together tightly - hey why didn't that hurt. That usually hurt. It didn't exactly like pain, per se, but the loss of that stimulus did negate from the grounding effect. }

You'll have no-ticed... That I lack much of my... Regular field of view.... So I'm more... St-rung up..? Than usual.

{ It was getting the hang of speaking, at least. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They weigh Courtier’s words in their mind*

*I mean, if they had been in pain from day one then they’d probably assume it was normal too*

{ WELL IT WAS THE FIRST THING I ASSUMED, BECAUSE EYES ARE DELICATE AND PAINFUL TO TOUCH. I’VE LEARNED THAT THROUGH HUMAN ACTORS. YOUR EYES ARE STILL EYES, RIGHT? }

I guess that’s true. I mean, you practically see everything! So you’re not used to only seeing some things? But hey, you’ve got my mouth now. I miss it already

Speaking of seeing everything what the fuck are your insides made of

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Far as I know, they function as normal eyes...

Why is your body giving pain signals? You don't have eyes.

...yes I do.

{ Was that a twinge of orange on its cheeks? }

Eyes? It's... all eyes. No other or-gans.

...are you as-king about... my be-lon-g-ings?

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

{ AND NORMAL EYES FEEL PAIN WHEN TOUCHED. SO THEY’RE PROBABLY RIGHT? }

*They freeze ever so slightly again before casually waving it off with a nervous “smile” before writing again. The eyes give off more than they want them to.*

{ SMALL OLD INJURIES. IT HAPPENS. }

What. Your- the shit in your chest?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

I think so.

...that's right. People don't replace damaged parts entirely. Ah - some of those eyes are probably not working. Don't mind them, I'll replace them later, but it's a painful process you shouldn't subject yourself to.

...yes. the... Book, is there. I'm sure you can see it.

You can look at it, if you wish to. It is... Sketches.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They nod— see, you get it. Nothing to worry about.*

.

*They stare at Courtier with concern, to say the least*

*The eyes widen.*

Wait- really? Well— ah whatever, we’ll talk about your weird ass storage compartment later— I can look at the book? You sure? Seriously? You’re not going to freak out?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Why are you looking at me like that?

{ It shifts nervously. It's reminiscent of it's innocent, anxious act - but xe's actually concerned. }

...yes.

You may not like what you find. But I won't stop you from bringing yourself upset. You'd be upset if I continued to withhold it from you, anyway.

You can move the eyes out of the way to grab it.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Its April fools.

You know what that means.

BODY SWAPPING YALL WITH YOUR BIRDIES

Excuse me -

{ Oh. That's a very, very confused looking bird. There are quite a few things that are off-putting - being shorter, having a smaller field of view, not being in pain, having a mouth... }

...the colours are off.

Discourse?

-------

I don't have a bird, dumbass.

...

...

{ Despite this, Antiflirt still gets lizard time. }

Oh fuck you -

-------

Don't you dare.

{ Not that the threat is going to stop any anon. Webweaver is now in the body of a bird that ey detest. Surely this won't end in a firey blaze. }

-------

Don't do that to Drama, you're going to upset them!

{ Naturally, Courtier is more concerned about its bird than itself. However, xe still finds xirself taken aback. }

Oh - ow - what, why does this hurt??

-------

Do not-

{ Congratulations! This is the second worst swap. It will also not end in a firey blaze, surely. Its not like Pining isn't already frantically looking around, trying to make up for its lost field of vision as well as attempting to locate its own body. }

@discourse-slenderman

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom flinches at the sudden change in body position, no longer laying down*

>>Wha— where— ??

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???<<

*A needle sways into and out of view*

>>SLESUS SHRIST—<<

*Drama nearly tips over, their center of gravity changing with their height as they walk*

{{What the—?}}

{{OH SLOD??}}

*They feel their new eye arms, then frown— wait they have no mouth. Then.. squint? Upon feeling the dull pain that comes from their action. Does that occur everywhere? Yep it occurs everywhere. Courtier didn’t mention touching does that to xim. They will have to discuss that.*

{{WHAT THE FUCK’S HAPPENED TO ME?????}}

*Despite their horror, they can’t help but note how truthfully, everything hurts much less; they feel much better, in fact.*

*Strelly blinks.*

<+> Huh?????????? <+>

*They too feel their new eye limbs— but unlike Drama, they flinch when it hurts.*

<+> Huh?????????????? <+>

*They laugh nervously- or well, try to. Nothing comes out.*

<+> Why can I see out of my ass now???????? Where are my feathers?????? Wait- <+>

<+> PINING?? <+>

*Their new eyes dart every which way as they spin around in an attempt to get a better look at themselves— are those their.. Pining’s insides?????? Its organs are a bunch of junk????*

<+> WHAT’S GOING ON—? <+>

((The BODY SWAP EPISODE Part 1))

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Doom is currently in Web's room, which is oh so obviously Web's. The decorations are all purple and spidery, and there's more than a couple extra sets of needles sitting on the desk. This is so good for Doom. Very healthy. }

{ Courtier is currently trying to figure out why the world is so... Whatever it is. It is as though there's ten thousand additional inputs alongside the missing ones (being able to see everywhere inside and outside of its body). }

{ Mouth. There's a mouth. It can feel the mouth shifting and emoting as it thinks. It can feel the mouth moving while it speaks. }

{ .........................other things to focus on, Courtier. }

Draamaaa..?

{ Pining is quick to locate where it had been only moments before. It is, thankfully, far more objective-oriented than most of the other flirts. }

{ Even if it wonders why it isn't hurting. }

{ It's attempts to speak are almost amusing, and very nearly audible. Congratulations. }

St...it....A....?

{ Considering it's the closest it's ever been to a heart attack, given that it actually has a heart now, it was doing very well. This cannot possibly end badly. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom backs away from the needles lurking behind their back— which obviously doesn’t freaking work*

*They freeze, wide eyes darting from the needles attached to their back to around the room, before settling on the collection of needles and then down at what has become “their” body. They can feel the prick of phantom needles piercing into their skin, itching as everything feels wrong and there’s a lump in their throat and they’re seeing way too much suddenly and they’re not sure what’s real anymore and*

*Doom slowly lowers to the floor, keeping all of the eyes on the carpeting as they feel it. If they’re hallucinating again, they need to go find something to do or someone to talk to—preferably quickly.*

*Drama perks up when they faintly hear… their.. own voice? Calling for them? They look towards the source, then back at the ground, then back at the source of the voice, before hesitantly beginning to walk again, now on a mission to reunite with their vocal box apparently*

*Strelly whips “their” head around at Pining, the eyes immediately lighting up*

*They frantically— excitedly almost— gesture and point to Pining— or well, Strelly’s body—and then Pining’s body with both hands, with perhaps the most excitatory energy Pining’s body has ever gotten that was even remotely positive*

*They make a small “mind blown gesture”, then gesture to Pining as if eagerly asking something. Strelly you are on mute dude*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ Courtier is very, very concerned with finding their Drama. The actual Drama. Not... Drama's body. Xe already has Drama's body, and everything hurts in different ways than xe's used to. Xe also feels... Sick. It was like when they were particularly starved, but very much not at the same time. }

Drama..?

{ Pining is immensely relieved when it sees its own body - though, it's an unnerving experience as well, to be certain. That was probably Strelly. Probably. Oh, god, please be Strelly. If it was someone else in Pining's body... }

St...rell....?

{ It wanted confirmation, though it didn't seem as if the current resident could speak the way it did. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Doom can see a needle swing back into view as they flinch at it. Seriously brain? Seriously? Why is it always needles??*

*Eyes dart around the room, looking for something, ANYTHING that could help them in this scenario— they spot a nice dark spot under the bed.*

*Courtier’s body appears— the eyes lit up when they see Drama’s body.*

*Drama hurries over to Courtier, alerted— then suddenly stops in their tracks, hesitating; their expression shifts to uncertainty as they slowly raise a finger to point at Courtier, then back at Courtier’s body, now “themself”*

*The eyes shift in confusion. Silence— I think they meant to ask something again— before the eyes widen in realization.*

*They quickly nod, giving a two thumbs up. They look more nervous now- and in thought.*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

I'm Courtier, you are Drama?

{ That was... Probably what was being asked. It was weird to see their body from the third person. Was Drama enjoying being there? Xe couldn't say xe was enjoying being in Drama's body, it hurt in weird ways... Which was fine! But that meant Drama was hurt, didn't it? }

{ That was... Good? Probably? Better than the alternatives, at least. }

Are... You o...ka...okay..?

{ Definitely not good. But okay, maybe? }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The eyes shift in relief; nod nod*

*Drama approaches again, some eyes “smiling” at Courtier as others twist with unease. They don’t seem too bothered by the stinging of “their” feet walking across the floor.*

*Strelly gives an enthusiastic nod, before closing “their” eyes in what looks to be concentration. They hold a finger up to Pining*

*…Now they are putting both hands on the sides of “their” forehead as if trying to explode things with their mind. Surprisingly that is not what they’re trying to do at the current moment*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Well-! We've got... That settled...

{ Courtier is wholly uncertain how to proceed from here. It has many, many questions to ask, but it has the sense to know that now is not the time for questions. Yet. Not that Drama could really answer them anyway. }

Are you okay..?

{ It definitely looked like Strelly was doing... something. There was a plethora of options to choose from, really. Exploding something with their mind was not entirely off the table but given the circumstances it didn't seem like something they'd have a reason to attempt. }

{ Still, they had come to the conclusion that they were presumably supposed to be quiet until whatever was supposed to happen actually happened. It was no harm to them - talking with a mouth was significantly more difficult than it had realized. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They give a hesitant nod, making a “so-so”motion with a hand*

*They then gesture back to Courtier with a concerned look*

*Strelly continues to concentrate, “their” eyes squeezing with thought. They can do this. They can do this. It can’t be harder than what they heard, right?*

……………vooooice.. voooooooooooice—

*The eyes open wide after a second— very excited*

I did it- I did it!

I DID IT! HAHAHAHAHAAH YES I’M A FUCKING ->GENIUS!!<-

[flirtatious-slenderman]

It's... Different?

Having a mouth is nice. It... hurts where you're not touching anything? Is that normal? Do you need to see a doctor, Drama? I'm sure we can find one for you-

{ To say Pining jolted would be a massive understatement. It jumped into the air, wings spreading open, tendrils freezing up in place. It screamed, too, in fact. }

{ Maybe you scared it just a little, Strelitzia. }

...yyyes, Strelly.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*The eyes widen as they quickly shake ‘their’ head no, their hands frantically waving at Courtier in disapproval, before sheepishly crossing their arms in front of their chest and nervously looking away. Sleesus that was more than they meant to react*

*…dammit, they wish they could talk.*

*They look back at Courtier, scratching (ow) the back of their head a little before miming out writing on a piece of paper with their hands, giving Courtier a pleading look.*

*Strelly looks completely dumbfounded at Pining— before bursting out into laughter.*

HAHAAHAHAHA WHATTHEHELLWASTHAT??HOLYSHIT HAAAAHAHAHAHA—

*They are in tears*

[flirtatious-slenderman]

{ No it's not normal? No they don't need to see a doctor? Or was it no to both? Or was it something else entirely - }

{ Oh, yeah. a paper. That would help. Writing would make it easier to communicate. }

One moment - stay here

{ Courtier trotted off fast - ow, fuck, thats definitely a different KIND of pain. But surely that's normal for Drama? Maybe different people had different ambient pain. Maybe Court could convince them to let xem carry them around to ease the feeling... }

{ It didn't take long to return with plenty of paper, a pencil, and a pen. only the best options for Drama. }

{ Pining attempted to regather some appearance of composure, but the wings pulled up a little too close, and the feathers remained 'fluffed'. It was only embarrassed. and instinctually afraid. It had made noise, it had shown discontent, it had been loud, and it had acted uncouthly. }

...wasnt...ex-pec-ting... that.

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*Drama picks up the pencil and writes with mild difficulty. Having eyes for hands is definitely a bit of a different feeling than talons*

{ NO THERE’S NO NEED FOR DOCTORS. I }

*They hesitate.*

…

*They continue writing*

{ NO THERE’S NO NEED FOR DOCTORS. I ALREADY SAW A DOCTOR. }

…

{ IT’S NORMAL FOR ME. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT }

*They give Courtier a “smile”, before it shifts to an concerned, inquisitive look*

{ YOU NEVER TOLD ME TOUCHING THINGS HURT FOR YOU, THOUGH—IS THERE A REASON FOR THAT? }

*Strelly wipes tears from “their” eyes, scrunched up with glee and amusement and fondness all at the same time. The air probably tasted like a sort of warm soup to Pining right now.*

That was fucking hilarious! I’ve never seen you jump that high! A little embarrassing seeing myself doing that but whatever

*They snicker*

I would have thought you’d be used to my surprises by now.

[flirtatious-slenderman]

............well it's always been that way and I thought it was normal up until a few moments ago.

The anons claim it's because I'm made of eyes. I don't know that I believe them, but it sounds... Feasible?

{ It clasped "its" hands together tightly - hey why didn't that hurt. That usually hurt. It didn't exactly like pain, per se, but the loss of that stimulus did negate from the grounding effect. }

You'll have no-ticed... That I lack much of my... Regular field of view.... So I'm more... St-rung up..? Than usual.

{ It was getting the hang of speaking, at least. }

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

*They weigh Courtier’s words in their mind*

*I mean, if they had been in pain from day one then they’d probably assume it was normal too*

{ WELL IT WAS THE FIRST THING I ASSUMED, BECAUSE EYES ARE DELICATE AND PAINFUL TO TOUCH. I’VE LEARNED THAT THROUGH HUMAN ACTORS. YOUR EYES ARE STILL EYES, RIGHT? }

I guess that’s true. I mean, you practically see everything! So you’re not used to only seeing some things? But hey, you’ve got my mouth now. I miss it already

Speaking of seeing everything what the fuck are your insides made of

[flirtatious-slenderman]

Far as I know, they function as normal eyes...

Why is your body giving pain signals? You don't have eyes.

...yes I do.

{ Was that a twinge of orange on its cheeks? }

Eyes? It's... all eyes. No other or-gans.

...are you as-king about... my be-lon-g-ings?

[dimensional-rift-fullof-slenders]

{ AND NORMAL EYES FEEL PAIN WHEN TOUCHED. SO THEY’RE PROBABLY RIGHT? }

*They freeze ever so slightly again before casually waving it off with a nervous “smile” before writing again. The eyes give off more than they want them to.*

{ SMALL OLD INJURIES. IT HAPPENS. }

What. Your- the shit in your chest?

[flirtatious-slenderman]

I think so.

...that's right. People don't replace damaged parts entirely. Ah - some of those eyes are probably not working. Don't mind them, I'll replace them later, but it's a painful process you shouldn't subject yourself to.

...yes. the... Book, is there. I'm sure you can see it.

You can look at it, if you wish to. It is... Sketches.