bello2!
Use this ask to yap about something you wanted to for a long time, but haven't had the occasion to!
Have a nice day also :3
okay so i actually postponed it a lot since i have. quite a number of options to talk abour, it being vampire history, 4cvit, or some other things... i chose a personal favorite burried underneath. Being ratsmp 4cvit. MY GOOBER. ^_^
A complete stranger, to everyone, oneself, and even the world. 4cvit was welcomed with a load of questions, and a dissonance within community-- it's not visible, but that feeling was there, hidden beneath layers and masks. So he hid his weapon, being a knife, he didn't know anything starting off. But he had that knife, and it'll stay with him, and it'll be his.
Why is it the only feeling left of him was fear and safety? What happened beforehand? He didn't know, only remembering bright blinding lights. It was suffocating and loud, loud as it was the contrary, darkness, swallows him down like home. But that piece of him was left behind in the past he never knew, and it was time to start anew. He made his own comfy home, with a warm bed and soft sofa, it was all fine.
But he still felt missing, he wanted to heal his own dissonance, and he wanted to pick up pace-- So he felt, and he placed the pixels he saw in sense, and there was his abode of the past. Not exactly, the only comfort there was the darkness and shimering amethyst, but it felt like home. And so it will be.
He makes a request everytime it felt important, for someone to it write down in his book. It was a nice experience and event, to have occasionally see them smile or think of what to write. It was fun. He tried to write and replicate as able too, but of course, he couldn't really be like them. But though it doesn't bother him, he has his own troubles to entertain, and so he does.
How do you be something when you don't know what that is? How do you be a person with no recollect of it? Not a person, a rat, but just as important... confusion, and conflict is what gets you. When he laughs, or respond with a compliment, or answers a question, or anything, does he think "This is who i am." or "Is this what I'm supposed to be?". It gets nowhere, to both acknowledge that missing part of you, and doing nothing more about it.
And so, the story of a lost rat, locked in a cage, goes forever untold.
happy 4cvit because i got too angsty














