#human andy

[statementofjoespookie]

jobs!

[finch-ya]

I bought some real cool pants over the weekend!!!! And drew my version of human Andy in em 😳😳😳

[fine-not-fine]

“I don’t need your condescending words about me looking lonely” Violent Aesthetic for Andy involving the song Misery loves my Company

[fine-not-fine]

human Andy and Catherine bonding

“Come on kid.” Andy droned gently, waiting for Catherine to catch up.“Don’t call me kid.” She shot back.“Everyone’s kid to me.” Andy responded in that good natured tone. They seemed uneffected by Catherine’s attempts to push them aside. They where use to it by now. Andy legs had a much easier time on the terrian than Catherine’s and she was lagging behind a bit.“It’ll get flatter soon.” They commented at Catherine’s grumbling. They certainly weren’t wrong. The trees gave way to an empty meadow as peaceful nighttime settled across the land. Catherine glanced confused at Andy. They brought her all the way out here for a meadow? She was about to speak when Andy beat her to it. “When I was younger, much much younger. There would be happy celebrated holidays all over. And whenever one went on I tried to make the night as beautiful as possible. So I accidently made these….oddballs. I call them Glowers nowadays. Anyway I hope you enjoy them.” Andy purred gently and stomped their foot onto the hardened ground. Catherine watched as color gleams shimmered through the grass, startled. Then they rose higher and higher. Reds, Greens, Yellows, Purples, Blues, Oranges, Pinks. Catherine lost count of them all as they crossed and hummed about. She couldn’t see bodies in the glowing orbs, it was almost like they where just pure living light. She couldn’t speak it was just too odd but beautiful. “I guess this is my version of fireworks, honestly humans outdid me.” They chuckled fondly, briefly remembering when humans had invented fireworks and they had excitedly watched from the side lines. “I like yours better.” Was all she said back, but it was enough for Andy’s eyes to mist lightly in joy.

[fine-not-fine]

? JIJI I MUST KNOW MORE

Jiji regrets not stepping in for Andy until it was too late. She has mixed feelings about Andy and despite missing their closeness, both her and human Andy would rather avoid each other.

[fine-not-fine]

"I'm alone in my own little hellscape."

“And that suits me just fine” growled the old god.But it didn’t. It never fucking did. All those years alone with just their thoughts, that really was ruin. They lost their abilites. Their friends. Everything. It didn’t stop after they were free.They were still trapped in a body that could never fully heal. Just as they deserved. They still choked whenever the time fitted. Their eyes still full of the horrors they’d created. Surrounded by their web, they deserved it. They didn’t deserve their foul tongue that sneered at help. This was what was intented. Andy buried their hands and head into their knees and let their acidic tears dissolve their face. Everything they made did well without them. Everyone was great. They didn’t even deserve to cry. They bit the ring finger and the index and let the pointed teeth grow from their mouth. They’d give themself something to cry about. Their bare feet twisted and popped. The shadow of their prison loomed over them. Right were they belong. They should have never been freed. Phantoms of the past grew clearer and clearer as Andy slipped backed decades in time back farther and farther out of reach. A loud roar broke though their room as they stared into coal smuged eyes.The walls became the same color as a dyed robe. Fire crackling and turning logs of cedar into a stark white or a blazen ash before is smoldered and was rebirthed into a deep black. It moved like it was alive. Andy remembered thorns prickling their skin. They remembered cold ice water as the world closed up from above. Forgotten. The monarch bent their head back and shoved the tip of the crown into their throat. Andy watched the colors go null and their body jerk and tremble. Repeating was all they knew how to do.

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bleeding hearts

“Are you okay? Should I stop?” “Please don’t stop.” A desperate hand reached out to them, urging them to continue. Their eyes had a dull haze over them, soft and worn. Something about that song...well it eased them. The Harp curled their fingers around their strings again and played. A sad, lonely melody. Their listener was eased back into their daydream. The Harp noticed how wary that bad was. Their heart bleed onto the heartstrings and dripped down to the ground. Rose stained droplets scattered around, but their listener didn’t mind. Their hand was clutched near their chest, painfully tight. The Harp watched it uncurl slowly and expose their own leaking heart. “It still hurts...but one day I will stop bleeding for this. It’s just been awhile. You know?”“I know.” The Harp nodded in agreement and smiled at their listener, unaware that this pain had lasted them centuries.