Apr 13, 2019
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Don’t Ghost Hunt in Public
[ @maskslip ]
It probably wasn’t the wisest idea to mess around with the Super Gearboy outside of Addison Apartments, but Sal just couldn’t help it. First and foremost the handheld device was a game system before being a device for detecting the strange and supernatural... Okay yeah he knew he was in the wrong but he was bored out of his mind and he wanted to play a game while he waited for his dad to be finished shopping! He didn’t just want to leave the store and abandon his dad, but he was reaching the point where wandering around the shop was becoming increasingly less and less fascinating...
So, the bluenette had taken a seat and pulled out the Gearboy out of his backpack to play. He certainly expected a few strange glances, after all his appearance usually warranted that and modified handheld in his hands didn’t exactly help, but he wasn’t expecting an unfamiliar boy to be staring at the device shortly after he began playing.
Sal raised his head, blinking before properly greeting the ginger.
“Uh, hey? Can I help you?”
Everything Stays But Still Changes
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There was a story Claus had enjoyed as a child.
It was the tale of an adventurer going through an enchanted forest. In order to obtain the treasure which lay at the very center of the thicket, one had to navigate the enchanted maze of a forest. No matter which way you went the surroundings would change, places you thought you’d been before would turn out to be different and any and all sense of direction would be shredded as not a single landmark would remain still.
The story had scared Lucas, but enthralled Claus. He was excited to hear the next part and delighted when he heard his mother explain the adventurer’s cunning plan to finding his way through the forest. At the time, Claus had said how he’d be an adventurer too one day, that no forest would stop him or get him lost.
But, in the current time, three years later Claus was starting to realize just how terrifying a scenario like in the story could truly be...
The forests that surrounded Tazmily were not often visited by those of the village. More often than not people simply traveled along the built paths to get from town to town now that everything had settled. With chimeras lurking in the forests of course no one wanted to wander off of the beaten path.
No one but Claus. The forest had become one of his few safe places, somewhere he could escape to where people wouldn’t stare and whisper or glare. It was where he could go to clear his mind and wander to his heart’s content without the fear that usually caged him. With time, he’d begun to learn everything about the forest. Each twist and turn, each little detail, each little landmark. Developing a near photographic memory had its perks.
It was because of this memory that Claus was feeling the anxiety he had now.
He’d gone into the forest as usual, he’d wandered as usual, but something unusual happened this time around. Perhaps there was a gap in his memory or he had accidentally wandered somewhere he hadn’t meant to, but the surroundings that were once so familiar suddenly became unfamiliar... Each twist and turn that he’d known by heart did not lead where it was meant to and each attempt at correcting his failures simply ended up with more.
Everything was wrong, everything was different, and it wasn’t long before the ginger was horribly lost. A child lost in the forest with no idea of which way home was...
He did his best to remain calm, taking deep breaths in an attempt to keep his now quickening heartbeat from becoming far too fast. He could hear it pounding in his ears, the screech of metal that reminded him of his inhumanity.
‘Which way..? Which way..?’
He thought over and over, continuing his aimless wanderings in the hopes of finding something familiar. As the chimera wandered he froze upon hearing another set of footsteps. Grass and leaves crunching underfoot.
Someone else was there.
With fear and adrenaline already running through his system the boy hid. He pressed himself close to the nearest and largest tree he could find, doing his very best to keep his small frame hidden away with his head just barely peeking out to try and see who it was that was there.
Who he saw was...not who he expected to see.
A strange mixture of relief and confusion bubbled up within the boy as he took in the features of the stranger-- no...no the person wasn’t a stranger. It was his twin brother... But, there were differences. Similarities and differences, one of the most notable being how much older Lucas looked. How..? Claus had seen him just this morning...What was going on?
Ever so slowly, the boy peeked out a little further, taking a near silent step out of his hiding spot. Or, well, it would have been near silent if he hadn’t made the blunder of stepping on a twig.
Life just didn’t like him...did it?
Basically---
@maskslip liked for a starter!
The flowers were sure pretty this time of year. The sunflowers in his small garden were starting to bloom. If Hinawa was still around, she would be quite thrilled. Spring was both their favorite time of the year and the couple would enjoy the wonderful scenery and flowers as a family every year but now, he couldn’t enjoy this time of the year with his wife anymore... but at least he still has his sons to enjoy them with.
Now, where are those sons of his at? Ah, that’s right, Lucas is sleeping in, as he usually does but Claus, he was unsure of where he is. As the cowboy continues to water his pretty flowers, he hears a familiar and quiet voice from his home. He turns his head to see who it was, as he expected, it was Claus.
Flint gives his son a small smile and greets him, “Howdy son,“
“Do ya wanna enjoy thuh flowers wit’ me, Claus?”
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REAL SALT HOURS WITH VETRA
♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?
[[Constantly getting those ‘no homo hehehe’ asks. Not only was the accent completely unreadable, but it was just… what was the point?
Why are you telling me this, buddy? I legitimately don’t know how to answer this ask! I’m bi! Wolf’s bi! Neither of us are gonna take this ‘no homo’ crap! Either it’s full homo or nothing! Then I found out the guy was racist and made fun of triggers, so I dodged a bullet there.
🙋 + mother
hands up for headcanons - open
He wishes more than anything that he could remember her. He has… feelings associated with her. Warmth, a protective comfort, the sensation of being rocked to sleep…
Without thinking much of it, he also attributes his love of music to her. He can’t explain why, doesn’t even know if she actually ever played music, but he’s filled with a similar familiar feeling whenever he gets carried away by a song. When he was young, he would ask his father what she was like on occasion, only for Wess to seem… dazed for a brief moment. He’d quickly change the subject, and as as Duster grew older… he stopped asking.
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📂 USELESS HEADCANON TIME!!
Stitches has TERRIBLE hand writing && it shows. As a kid he never had time to even LEARN how to write or spell. it was only when he came into power as king, that he had his mad scientist, T.bur teach him the basics. NOW he makes sure all his minions have PROPER reading && writing skills.
Again, thanks to T.bur.