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𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌 & 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐗𝐎𝐍 — 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐂𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐋 !
ind. sel. duo muse for chum & axon from bad guitar's fragpunk ; written by SEVEN/7 ( 30 , he/him ) ; DNI: minors , personals , antis .
CARRD. MEMES.
"Remember, guys, don't talk to strangers! Be safe! Go with a buddy!"
2017-11-22
the underground.
dialogue prompts from the underground: animorphs #17 by k.a. applegate.
i don't give out my last name. no offense.
you're very... responsible.
no one is watching us.
you do like to cling to your pathetic little dreams, don't you?
this society is way too celebrity-obsessed.
every time we start taking something for granted, we end up getting hammered.
oh, fine. don't laugh. i don't care.
you aren't always so careful.
as far as i'm concerned, i'm responsible for me.
who are you? what are you doing here?
i'm not one to be talking about 'weird'.
i'm tired of telling stories no one believes.
i promise you, i won't laugh.
something about this doesn't feel totally okay.
you can't win if you're not prepared to be a little ruthless. it's a question of balance.
things have gotten more and more confused for all of us, i guess.
the words 'we have to win' are the first four steps on the road to hell.
i kind of like math. it's something that's the same for all humans, or whatever.
this just gets to be more and more fun, doesn't it?
if you're scared, i'll go first.
get a grip.
stop torturing yourself. it's going to be okay.
i think this whole thing has been cursed, and i think it's all my fault.
how about if we just get out of this place?
everyone in a group has a role to play.
sometimes it's hard to get out of a role, once you've started playing the part.
i just love risking my life for a 'maybe'.
maybe there's still some way to stay alive.
i see what's right in front of me. i'm good at taking action.
some butt is gonna get kicked.
you always hold your ground. i have to admire that.
your move.
//my life has recently turned out to be what we in the industry would call ✨️ A FUCKING NIGHTMARE ✨️ (gma got diagnosed with cancer at the end of april, fucking DIED this past thursday, and i gotta go to the funeral this coming thursday, so yee the fuck haw or whatever)
SO. all of my blogs are, for the time being, on an indefinite semi-hiatus + i'm dropping everything older than 3 months, unless i already wrote it in my notebook and just need to type it up. i do intend to come around intermittently but. who knows!!!
i miss writing desperately but everything is so very... A Lot right now!! i'm also supposed to be moving at the end of august!! HELL SUMMER HELL SUMMER HELL SUMMER!!!! 🎉
anyway. see you when i mcfreakin see you ig!!! if you don't wanna keep following me, that's fine. i've been online so infrequently that chances of me even noticing the unfollow are slim to none, so! do whatever you feel like doing
//my life has recently turned out to be what we in the industry would call ✨️ A FUCKING NIGHTMARE ✨️ (gma got diagnosed with cancer at the end of april, fucking DIED this past thursday, and i gotta go to the funeral this coming thursday, so yee the fuck haw or whatever)
SO. all of my blogs are, for the time being, on an indefinite semi-hiatus + i'm dropping everything older than 3 months, unless i already wrote it in my notebook and just need to type it up. i do intend to come around intermittently but. who knows!!!
i miss writing desperately but everything is so very... A Lot right now!! i'm also supposed to be moving at the end of august!! HELL SUMMER HELL SUMMER HELL SUMMER!!!! 🎉
anyway. see you when i mcfreakin see you ig!!! if you don't wanna keep following me, that's fine. i've been online so infrequently that chances of me even noticing the unfollow are slim to none, so! do whatever you feel like doing
by Tatyana Shchepotina
//birthday today :3
Göttlin, Germany by Tommy Kah
//i wish everyone involved in the cardboard skins a very Kill Yourself
//the one saving grace of the new chum skins we've been getting, like the last 3 of them, is that they have not been gacha skins
//bad guitar fucking hates me i stg
▸ @phooenixia ⟶ ❛ “i am alone.” (Death to Chum) ❜ ╱ ( frankenstein , accepting . )
“But you’re not alone!” Chum says, characteristically lighthearted and literal. “You have me. I’m right here with you!” He nudges Death’s arm with his elbow.
“And so is Chomper, even if he doesn’t say a lot, but neither do you, so that sort of works itself out, right?” He stands up straight, puffing himself up and jabbing his thumb into his chest. “You’ll never be alone if we have anything to do with it.”
Nothing would have ever been able to prepare him for the feelings that accompanied that realization, those emotions both solidifying just how human one is and brushing it away in equal measure. Agnes had known of her own inhumanity for a few decades, yet she had still been in her mid-thirties when it had fully dawned on her exactly what that meant for her. Chum likely didn't have anyone around him who had shed their humanity for the chance to be something powerful, and she hopes he never will.
"You weren't." It is a shame that the avatars are almost always flesh and blood to start, and the only one to memory that might have had something similar with Chum delighted in her own inhumanity and preyed on the fear of things not quite human.
"They might have lied because they cared, thought it was the right thing to do, but even the best of intentions have consequences." Perpetuating a lie was especially likely to end with a negative outcome, the longer they went on the more muddy the water became. "If you still care for them, despite being angry with them, you should tell them when you're ready. If they're your friends, they'll understand that."
Chum's question takes her by surprise, eyes widening for a moment before Agnes catches herself. Telling him the truth felt like it would be a cruel joke, that someone of flesh and blood was never supposed to be human. Yet she still feels compelled to tell him all the same.
"The only reason I was born is to act as a means to an end." Instinctively, Agnes moves her hand from his shoulder as her skin begins to bubble and pop. "I suppose I'm on the opposite end of things to you- I was never meant to be human." From what she had gathered, the only reason she ended up being around children her age growing up was as a compromise, one that she doubted anyone truly meant for her to enjoy. "Though I chose to chase something that never was supposed to exist for me. I'm sure there's those around me who would tell you I was an idiot to do so, but... I would do it again. Of everything that's happened in my life, that journey was the one thing that made me feel the most human."
Chum wants to believe that his friends had good intentions, but he saw his Lancer file. He knows now that he was never supposed to, but he didn’t think there would be anything bad in it, and he had every right to it, didn’t he?
He picks at the sleeve of his jacket, the one Broker gave him. It’s easy to think that they all want the best fro him—after all, none of them personally touched his file—but that word, ‘efficiency,’ still blazes in his mind.
“It couldn’t have all been for nothing,” he mutters, mostly to himself. Surely, not all of them were just leading him on, only keeping him around because of what he could offer them as a fellow mercenary. But he doesn’t want to go through all of them and figure out who did what right now. He regrets being so casually open with his feelings and affection now.
“It sort of feels like I have to start all over… figuring out who wants to be my friend and who doesn’t.” It is achingly lonely, not being able to talk to all of the people he did before, and he can’t help letting his mind wander to how they might be doing without him.
He looks back up at Agnes, his gem shifting from a melancholy red to the yellow-green of surprise. “You? You weren’t supposed to be human?” She has always struck him as such a shining example of humanity that he cannot imagine her being asked to be anything else.
“But it must be different for you,” he says, resting his chin on his knees again, although something hopeful starts to seep inside him. “No matter what you’re supposed to be, at least you look human.”
That makes SOMETHING in Charlie's cold, dead heart turn over a few clicks like an engine beset by a dying battery on a zero degree day. That is to say it's not a lot of turning over, and it's noisy and pathetic, but it manages a slow beat or two before falling back into impassive rhythm all the same.
He lets out a heavy tch, best translated as I'd like to see you try, but also as I know you could and I still can't believe you'd be willing to do that for me.
When was the last time anyone valued Palmer enough to risk life and limb for him? Not since his old HARD Corps unit, that's for sure.
"Let's look at the map tonight. Pick another shithole in Ohio. We don't have to go far, and there's plenty of work around here. Aviation industry's as cutthroat as it's always been."
“You want to leave?” Axon asks incredulously, wondering what changed Charlie’s mind so fast. Part of him is worried about being perceived as cowardly if he skips town, and another part didn’t want to give Jon Moxley the satisfaction.
But a larger part of him is ecstatic that Charlie wanted to make plans, plans that involved him, no less.
“But you’re right!” He stands up straighter, like a bird puffing up its chest feathers. “I can do my art anywhere, too, so finding work won’t be a problem at all.”
▸ @starlixir ⟶ ❛ “the whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream.” (@ Chum) ❜ ╱ ( frankenstein , accepting . )
Chum looks over at Nova, not really sure what he should say in response to that. He rubs his hands down the rough bumps of his thighs.
He invited her to go fishing with him and now sits across from her in the hull of his small wooden boat, gentle blue waves lapping against the sides of the vessel. Being out on the water makes some people reflective, he supposes, and the air around them does have a sort of dreamy quality about it.
“Is that a bad thing?” he asks her. It sounds peaceful, but it also sounds a bit boring. “I mean, has it been a good dream, or what?”
