#screm

[theokoles-dartagnan]

Silly big guy

why you looking at me like that

( i fuckeded up the left leg 😭)

[flock-talk]

When you love your husbird so much you just gotta screm

[lewd-cove]

A harsh wind blows through the branches overhead, howling like a rogue beast in search of prey. Stars barely glimmer through the fog and pollution, a thousand frozen diamonds fisplayed across inky velvet. Cold seeps under your jacket, into your skin, gnawing at your heat like a starving wolf.

Your footsteps echo across the concrete, a steady thump as you explore the nightlife of Mutant Town.

This place was the first of its kind. A town mostly for mutants. A place they can be themselves, to have help, to be safe. Except... being here meant being away from humans. Away from family. And it tended to cause hot emotions to stir amongst the people, inside and outside the walls.

You happened to be one of the people on the inside.

Was it by choice?

Eh... you don't want to talk about it.

Did you have friends?

Not here.

Did you have a life?

Didn't everyone, once upon a time?

But you're here now, and the past is the past, and there's no turning back now. You have always taken things in stride. You have always tried to handle problems as logically as you can, having a good cry then getting back to business. Life waited for no one; it was a hard lesson learned. Everyone had demons; everyone had problems; but you can't let that stop you, or you drown.

If you're going to drown, you're doing it on your terms, on your own time, and you're doing it your way.

Bars and clubs exist for a reason.

Might as well put them to good use.

Slipping through a door and into the smoke and hazy lights of the club, you release a soft, tired sigh. Taking care not to bump into anyone, refusing to look anyone in the eye, you slip onto a barstool, drinking in the atmosphere.

A song thrums over the speakers, warn and cold like whiskey and ice. People, human and mutant, are on the floor, dancing and talking; a few hang around the darkened corners, eyes dark and hollow like the burnt end of a cigar, flecks of ash in a moonlit meadow. Warm air, smoky and sweet, drifts lazily through the room, a soft caress to worn nerves and numb skin.

You felt nothing like a person these days. Most days you feel like an imposter. Hollow. Empty. Alone.

But that's life.

C'est la vie.

Something screeches across the floor. The smell of citrus and honey settles nearby. You crack open your eyes, wondering who would bother to sit so close to you.

Skin the color of a sunny forest, of kelp from the sea. Honey-colored marks cover his eyes, a smattering of bright freckles dusting his face. Dreadlocks hang around him, the beads at their ends softly rustling as he moves.

Hm. A turtle mutant. You don't you have ever seen one before.

Closing your eyes again, you settle back down, flopping your head into your arms as the cool table brushes your cheek. Your mind drifts, caught between the folds of your subconscious, muting everything around you into dull murmurs and dim light.

Something talks nearby, a low tone, a bubbling laugh, and the sound of glass knocking on wood. The sound of pouring liquid washes over you like a wave, threatening to pull you under. You're tempted to let it.

Someone pokes your shoulder.

You grumble.

They poke you again.

Stretching your back with a grunt, you blink open weary eyes.

The turtle mutant stares back.

"Could I be so bold as to offer such a pretty face a drink~?"

There is no malice in his eyes. No deception in his easy smile. One glass is in his hand, clutched nimbly between three fingers; the other is held out to you, tilted to catch the light. It looks almost like syrup, sticky and sweet.

"Um... thanks," you rumble quietly. You take the glass, setting it aside as the mutant watches you. His grin never leaves; instead, it only widens.

"I don't think I've seen you here before. Are you new?"

"You could say that," you mumble. The glass is gathering condensation, the chill sinking between water and glass.

He chuckles. It shouldn't be so soothing.

"Something funny?"

"Nah," he says, taking a sip from his glass," You're just cute."

You snort.

"Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure."

He laughs again, and you bristle in defense.

"I'm serious. Why is someone like you out here all alone? Surely you haven't been out here all by yourself?" He takes another sip, eyes crinkling as he smiles. Your fingers curl.

"I am. And that's fine with me." Staring down at the liquid in your glass, you see your watery reflection stare back. It looks much how you feel. Unsure. Uncertain. Bitter.

"Well that just sucks. You shouldn't be all alone when you're trying to have fun. Hey, why don't I keep you company? I know how to turn any frown upside down~" He wriggles his fingers at you, before calling the bartender over. The ant mutant seems to recognize him, falling into easy conversation as the two chat like old friends.

Your chest hurts.

Taking your glass in hand, you swish it once before chugging it in one go. Placing it back down gently, you sink back into your gloomy silence, letting your senses tune out as the world starts to muffle...

"-ey. HEY! Helloooo~"

A finger pokes you again.

You crack open one eye, unamused.

The turtle snorts.

"Aw, you look so sad when you're grumpy. What's the problem?" He leans in, looking attentive, as though he actually cares. You shrug, glaring at the far wall.

"Come on, you can tell me. I won't judge. Promise."

You hate how sincere he sounds.

You almost want to believe it.

"Things happen. That's life," you huff. Before you can sink back down into your thoughts, another glass is held out to you. His grin is as warm as honey, threatening to drown you in it.

"Well, maybe taking your mind off it won't hurt. What do you say?"

It's tempting.

God do you want to forget, to be numb.

But that means being vulnerable. Being soft. Being honest.

And you've been bitten one too many times to trust any toothy smile.

"Thanks... but no thanks."

For a moment his grin falters, only to be back. He hums, smiling, and pats your back carefully.

"Okay! So, where are you from? Ever been around towm before? I'm sure I'd remember someone like you."

You answer weakly, tired.

"Not from around here. I'm... getting used to it." Staring at the sleek, shining wood of the bartop, you let out a crooked hum.

"Why do you care so much?"

"Huh?" He blinks, before grinning brightly.

"Why wouldn't I? You seem like you could use a friend!"

"So, pity, then?"

"No! You just- you seem-"

"Bitter? Burnt? Broken?"

"Beautiful. You seem, really, really beautiful. Like one of those paintings, something that leaves you thinking. Asking questions. Wondering who they used to be, and who they are now. You aren't broken. You're like... like kintsugi."

"What?"

No one has ever said anything like that to you.

"It's this art, where if someone's vase broke, they put it back together with gold, gluing it back together. Maybe it wasn't the same, but it was still beautiful. It was still worth it."

You make a small noise.

Your eyes sting.

"Oh no, I didn't upset you did I-"

You give the turtle a small, firm hug. He's frozen, only for a second, before wrapping you in warm arms, burrowing into your hold like a worm in soil.

Or a wolf who got his lamb.

"Aaawww, it's okay! Please, let me buy you another round. On me?"

Gingerly gifting you back your second glass, he taps the rim of his against yours, before taking a sip. Mahogany and sweet maple swirl in the shot.

You drink and you drink deep.

Smiling, he claps you on the shoulder, pulling you in for another hug. When he pulls back, he's chuckling, absolutely grinning from ear to ear as he beams at you.

"What's your name, sweetie?"

"Um..."

You tell him your name quietly. He gasps, eyes lighting up.

"That is so pretty! It's perfect for you!"

"What's your name?" you ask, feeling shy as another glass is pressed into your hand. The smile never leaves his face as he answers, hearts in his eyes as he churrs.

"My name is Entropy, and I'm your new friend~!"

(A gift for @lewd-cove, I meant this as platonic yandere, like an opener, and I hope you enjoy it! I do a bit of writing and I hope this feeds you well, Cove! Stay cool, hydrate or die-drate, and eat a snack and take a break! Thank you thank you thank you for making this AU, my goodness it is adorable! Can you tell I have a favoritd little guy? Hehehe~! Enjoy~! 🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡)

SCREAMING

SCREAM

SCREAM

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

THIS IS SO FUCKING AMAZING

FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE I HAVE NO WORDS. WOAAAHHHHHHHHH

YOU WRITE HIM SO WELL?!?!??!? HELLLOOOO???

I CANNOT EVEN EXPRESS HOW THIS MAKES ME FEEL. THIS IS INSANE. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT

LITERALLY SCARED MY CAT OFF WITH THE SQUEALING AND KICKING. INNNNNNNSANE

[loveisinthebat]

The Most Screm

[its-baby-baphomet]

i imagine frost getting Flustered by the stuff cookin in torbek's head is probably a weekly occurence lmaoooo (at least at the beginning; hed prob be much less Surprised after a while LOL bUT THE ADJUSTMENT PERIOD--)

BWUH YES! ive been thinking about it all week like I GOTTA find a way to put that in a fic!!!

Frost: hmm what a funny occurrence, let me tell Torbek about it *pops into Torbek's mind only to see Torbek fantasizing some NASTY hardcore bdsm shit*

Frost again:

I love pervert torbek

[grimbuswimbus]

"twas him, he raided the trashbin"

[leviathan-sushi]

A-

[rawrienstein]

I've been trying to buy Silksong for the last hour. I brought my PC handheld to work so I could play it on my lunch. I swear-

-if I see this guy one more time...

I'm going to screm.