APATHY

Indie Craig by Octo/Mark

[catalyticboy-blog]

{ art by krypticboy }        i’m sorry if i scared you with my teenage sort of speech                        and i might just be human if that’s all that i can be,

                                                                                    LISTEN !!

[catalyticboy-blog]

    { WOLFGANG’S PROFILE }

           back  in   the  head    where   I  see  r e d            where the beast and the beauty coalesce 

                                { I GIVE IN TO MORBID FANTASY }

[krypticboy-deactivated20211130]

                                             Devil town is colder in the summertime.                                       I’ll lose my mind at least another thousand times. 

[jocktears]

ain’t got no clue ‘bout where I’m going        ©   ©                   ain’t making dollars—

                                  {but at least} {I’m making} {sense !!!}                                   written by octo

[graecian-archive]

05. 31. 18 — i dream of the heavens.

[jocktears]

ain’t got no clue ‘bout where I’m going        ©   ©                   ain’t making dollars—

                                  {but at least} {I’m making} {sense !!!}                                   written by octo

[stalebent-blog]

justbeliieves‌:

There’s a grin that sweeps across his face, wide, teeth peeking through parted lips. Eyes glisten with excitement as his gaze falls onto the photo of Stripe. Gary, quite admittedly, adored them and always seemed eager to know what ideas and outfits Craig would come up for his little furry friend. Hit tilts to the side slightly, blue hues flicker from the bright screen and onto his fellow counterpart.  

      ❝     Wow, man, that’s really cool ! Did you make that spaceship or found it somewhere ?     ❞

There’s a brief pause.  

     ❝      You know, I do have some patches from when my sister put them on her jeans. Some have cute little stars. Maybe I can help you with it.     ❞

     Ah, there it is. The excitement he was hoping for— a positive murmur left the dark haired boy’s lips. He shifted a little closer to show even more pictures of the spaceship. “I took a toy car for guinea pig, painted it, and put some cardboard pieces for the tail fins and antenna... It glows in the dark too, though you can’t see it that well in this picture.” 

    Phone darkened, put away finally with hands stuffed into pockets. He felt so flighty, excited even! Gary was good at that, letting him talk about things he was into and letting him get excited about it. Even better— getting into it himself. Gary already helped make outfits for Stripe. and he softly hoped he had some ideas for this one too. 

          “Really? You don’t think she’d mind? If they’re small, star ones would be perfect.” It wasn’t long until habit brought out his phone again, staring at the picture of Stripe on his lock screen. Astronaut Stripe. A proud smile latched onto his face, staring at the picture of his furry son. “Yeah, that’d be cool.”

[historyspelt]

FIRST MURDERER                (Stabbing him)    —      { What,     you   egg? }

   “MACBETH ( ACT 4 SCENE 2 )”

[stalebent-blog]

“Don’t be stubborn. Try it!”

                     { @hisrevolt ;;

        “No way. Wouldn’t it be hard as a rock? I think mom said you get worms from raw potatoes too. Is that what you want me to get? Worms?”

[stalebent-blog]

“But I want to hear you sing.”

        { @hisrevolt ;;

          “I don’t sing. Especially for theatre club.”  He didn’t mean to sound subtly judgey. There was just too many people to laugh at him. As much as… he liked to see Gregory in it and just theatre in general, he surely couldn’t. How many people would talk?                                         “… Just let me hear you sing.”

[stalebent-blog]

“Holy shit you look terrible.”

            { @hisrevolt ;;

          “Wow. Thanks dude. I appreciate it. This is my finest face.” He’s bitter. Combative, even. Sarcasm took over his apathetic tone as his eyes rolled. “I stayed up playing a game just to have my dumbass alien boyfriend die thanks to fucking plot. So, yeah. I’m great.”

[stalebent-blog]

               { @vvunderbean ;;

     “It’s easy to clean up. I’ll grab the broken pieces. Just sit down and breathe.                                                                                        The mess can wait for you.”

[stalebent-blog]

                    { @justbeliieves ;;

         “... Hey, you know what Stripe would look good in? A white shirt with patches. He’d look like an astronaut. I got him a space ship to roll around in too. Look.” Craig couldn’t help, but be extra spoiling on Stripe the past week. Of course, it also meant bragging— something Gary had been the blunt of as of late. His fault— who could resist dragging in someone so sincere and engrossed in everything? ( Even if South Park would surely ruin that one day too. )

[stalebent-blog]

               { @hisrevolt ;;

       “The school’s doing a musical...? That sounds terrifying.                                                    Who wants to see kids do a musical?”

[greedsfang]

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[slothsrein-blog]

how should i put this—      i’ve been protected by a lot of people all this time.            so now, i want to become someone else’s “PROTECTOR”—

                                                      and do whatever i can

[thrilldriven-blog]

©       You know, Noro. I’m no good—                                                       I haven’t been for a while.          All I’ve done is rely on everyone else. The way          I see it, this is my only chance to truly return to                                             the boy’s detectives club. 

                                                                      I’m taking it !!