#cunicularius

[gunhandsam]

confess - you ate an entire bag of chocolate when you weren't supposed to. >:c

*shoves chocolate in his face* Who’s gonna stop me?  *nervous laughter* Nobody, that’s who!

*sighs and eats more chocolate*

[magusdraco]

cunicularius replied to your post “Oh wait, I’m no longer in my twenties. Oh God- Oh God I feel the need...”

"I'm in my late forties." Sad frown.

[pets the old nerd]

[kaospersona]

✈

[text while travelling] Send to: Ser Isaac

[text] Isaac im in space holy crud theyre saying theres a tiny meteor shower but its ok

[text] Is it ok. i dont want the ship smashed by mini meteors

[text] Meteorettes

[magusdraco]

cunicularius replied to your post

you're a SHARK? :o

yes.

[gunhandsam]

♬

Garbage - Wicked Ways

I’ve done things I never thought I’d do Sure it helps to lose myself in you A little time and I’ll be all right C’mon sugar let’s go out tonight Forgive your trespasses And all that we’ve been through 

[gunhandsam]

Dear Mom

Mom,

I hope you’re well, wherever you are.  Sometimes I think about finding dad, I just want to know where he was, and that maybe he deserves to explain himself.  That’d be the end of it; he was somewhere when he should’ve been with us, done, fine, and we part ways.

Then other days I think about finding him just to peel him open from throat to belly and see what half-hearted rehearsed excuses come spilling out. Just like you taught me.

I feel that I’m losing my hold on certain faculties.

Emma’s not been home in a while.

I miss you, mom.

Samedi

[r4gn0r0k]

❥

❥ - a childhood memory

"Speak up ya piece ‘a shit!"

Shoved hard against the wall, an early-teenaged Matt let out a soft whimper. Body shaking from fear, he stared through a black eye at the older boys surrounding him.

Fuck… How was he going to explain this to his mum? Words and emotions were easy to hide… But a black eye? Looks like he was going to have to pick up more makeup…

The last thing he wanted his mother to know was that he was being bullied.

Still speaking no words, the older boy once again shoved Matt.

“The girl’s lavatory is over there. The hell you doin’ over here?!”

"C’mon, speak up!"

Feh.

How immature.

So he started wearing eyeliner… The fuck did it matter to this kid.

Oh, the things Matt would say… If only he had the courage. But alas, young Matt was nothing more than a coward. Too afraid to speak his mind, even among his own peers.

Then again… With how they treated him, would you blame him?

Still saying nothing, the boy’s blue-grey eyes simply stared down the boys in front of him. His body may have been shaking, but there was no way he was going to give these bastards any satisfaction. If he gave a reaction, he’d only be giving them what they wanted.

Sadly, this was something Matt had learned the hard way.

Watching the other kids every move, as they started fidgeting a bit, Matt had to resist giving a small sigh of relief.

It was obvious they were growing bored with him. After all, there was no fun to be had with dead prey. It was only amusing if they were still alive to squirm. —And right now, Matt was playing dead.

Right now, the mouse was smarter than the cats who chased it.

After a moment of silence, the oldest boy—and the leader of this group of mini-thugs— spoke up again. “Oi, fuck this, lets get out of here."He said, giving Matt one last shove.

Christ, did his back hurt now.. But… At least it wasn’t worse. At least he didn’t get the shit beat out of him… A sore back and black eye were nothing compared to that.

But… it’s not like the damn situation didn’t affect him. Oh no, it’s not as if he were some emotionless freak. Words didn’t bounce off of him as much as he made it seem.

After he was sure the bullies had left, a soft whimper forced it’s way out of the kid’s pale lips, his arms wrapping softly around himself— almost like a hug. Making his way to one of the toilets, he slammed the door shut and locked it, sitting down on the seat and leaning against the wall.

Lips quivering, young Matt hugged himself once again.

Why?

Why him…?

What the fuck did he do to these boys that they have to harass him so much?

A sniffle being given, tears slowly streamed down his cheeks.

They just wouldn’t leave him alone. He kept to himself but they wouldn’t leave him  a l o n e.

It wasn’t fair!

Now letting out a high pitched whimper, Matt hugged himself tighter. He tried his best to be quiet, but no matter how hard he tried noise seemed to force its way out.

God, he felt so pathetic. …And after all of this? There’s no way he could show his face in class. No. His puffy red eyes would only be a sign of weakness. Besides, between the crying and the black eye, questions would be asked. Questions he didn’t want to answer.

Sigh…

Looks like he was stuck in here for now…

Oh, how children could be so cruel.

[theoxtsider-archive]

u...rl? *sweats nervously*

IF WE'RE MUTUALS, SEND ME A URL AND I'LL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING

Reason why you follow them : Cause I love Dead Space and when I saw a Isaac on my dash I just had to follow. Now though cause the mun is great and I love messing with Isaac.

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Do you interact? Why/why not? : Yes we do indeed interact. IC and OOC.

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We should… Talk OOC / Plot / Roleplay / Became bffs. Plots I’d be interested in doing: Don’t know. I’d love the Outsider to come across a necromorph and just be like the fuck is this, the fuck is that and poke them with a stick or something, and  then hover around Isaac and do jack shit for him, probably making his life more difficult :)