Siiiiick!

Aff with FRW.

[twcrybaby]

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Kyle. Hm... He's not sure how to feel about you. There are so many mixed feelings it's impossible to narrow down to one or two things. He's pretty sure there's a part of him that hates Kyle. Hates him for how he acts and reacts to things, for the way he acts caring one minute then stabs you in the back the next. 

And then there's another side. The side that feels like he can trust him, get close to him. Sometimes he believes he and Kyle could be great friends that could have a lot of fun together, awkward comments and yelling aside. He likes that he's mostly honest and appreciates the truth as opposed to a lie to keep hurt feelings at bay. 

And then there's one more thing. A compulsion to make sure he's fine, safe and happy. It's weird. If it wasn't for a certain someone, he wouldn't give two shits if Kyle was safely at home or healthy or anything like that. He wouldn't have jumped to attack a madman with a gun for him. He wouldn't have chased after him when Kyle ran after that car at the lake. 

None of it. 

But he has to protect him. He has to slightly out of friendship, but mostly out of loyalty. 

[twcrybaby]

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Bffs for life. 

Lately things have been very worrisome. He feels like he's constantly on the fence with Craig. Like he's dancing on a line and at any second he could put his foot on either side, though he's afraid it may not be Craig's. 

He respects his opinion the most, taking what he says and listening. But sometimes hearing it isn't enough to make him stop what he's doing. Sometimes he does stupid stuff anyway. Or opens his big mouth. Or makes a good situation go bad. He knows he messes up a lot with Craig, realizes he screws a lot of happiness over for him. He recognizes that if it wasn't for him, Craig would have a lot less stress in his life and maybe more smiles. 

But fading from the picture is easier said than done. It's hard to get your best friend to forget about you and move on. It's like telling a rock to draw the Mona Lisa. If the rock can't, the rock won't. Clyde thinks Craig can do this, though. Let go of the toxic buddy in his life and turn towards the sun as it rises on a happier, worry-free life. 

And he'll slowly regress into the background, smile at him when he looks back until Craig finally forgets see if he's still there.

But even that's difficult. He doesn't want to lose Craig, even though he thinks he has to, thinks it's better that way. So he messes up and does things that make Craig's life even shittier. Every time. He just can't stop screwing up. Why?

Because he's the worst best friend there is. Sorry, Craig. 

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[twcrybaby]

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Tweek. Oh lord, Tweek... 

Where does one even start. He feels so bad for him, the things he's had to go through and the choices he sometimes makes. The deal with his parents is alarming and heartbreaking, having trusted them along side his dear friend. 

On top of that, his wounds were his fault, leading to a layer of guilt that keeps him from being mean to Tweek aside from rare cases of anger. He feels like he owes him somehow to make up for what happened. He feels like being there to talk to him is not enough. And yet, that's all he can really do to help. All he can really do is remind Tweek that he is normal, that people do care about him, that he isn't some kid who will never find happiness. 

Though, when Clyde's feeling down, he sometimes feels like Tweek is the only one that would be able to understand him. He drops more hints to Tweek than anyone else about things going on in his mind. With Craig, he's read like a book, so Tweek needs the extra help to read into what Clyde's thinking- Not that he does this on purpose, just habit from having subconsciously learned it over the years. 

Be my crutch and I'll be yours. Stand with me in the dark and together, we'll find the light. 

[twcrybaby]

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There are LOTS of thoughts Clyde has had about Izaya. First off, upon first meeting him, he was just some stranger off the streets on St. Patrick's Day offering to show off his green underwear, even though he never did. From then to current, things took an unexpected turn, changing Clyde's perspective on him completely. Izaya in his mind went from creep, to hero and, lastly, to compelling. 

It's a weird feeling being completely devoted to someone, only to have a new person slide into his life and put butterflies in his stomach. He's not too sure how to cope with it or react, but instinct tells him to chase and find out where things go. It's scary and exciting all at the same time. 

Although his friends constantly get onto him for trusting Izaya, he defends him anyway- With Nate more than anyone if not for the soul reason that Nate won't lay off about it. And yet, as they do that, it keeps worry in the back of his head. 

Maybe they're right. Maybe he is a psychopath. But he doesn't act like one.. He's really nice. Caring. Hot. He's good to me. They're just being over protective. Yeah. He's good for me. Fuck. I could really fall in love with him...

[twcrybaby]

1, 2, 3 (easy as abc)

1: What does their bedroom look like?

Well, considering he moved in with Izaya, his bedroom looks spotlessly clean and fancy, but before-! The very opposite. Posters on the wall, clothes heaped all over the place, a dog toy hidden in just the right spot to step on, and lots of mess-creating items on the carpet (like empty taco bell bags). Along with that, his desk is normally up against a window with his laptop on it, though at his parents house he has a desktop for all the years of gaming. 

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

He's not very habitual with anything. He showers daily, walks his dogs when he gets up and before he goes to bed, and makes a point to contact his friends throughout the day-- But nothing as a routine. Waking up is random, bedtime varies and dog walks are whimsical. 

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

Yes! Clyde does exercise. Having been in sports like football, basketball and..... Eugh, baseball all his life, it's hard to get out of exercising. Aside from the mandatory walk/jog/bike ride of taking his dogs out, he also enjoys swimming, weight lifting and checking himself out in front f his mirror. That counts, right? Yeah. Sure. How often he does these things is random. Some days he'll feel motivated to or bad enough about his self-image to, but other days, like more recently, he just can't be bothered with it.

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[headlxess]

((drops it here and runs))

[twcrybaby]

8, 14, 22, 38!

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Food. He indulges in food quite a bit. From sweets to fast-food, it's all good- especially if he's upset. While he enjoys eating, savoring the taste, and sometimes the process of creating whatever he eats, he often feels bad about it afterward. But, what should one expect after being called the second fattest kid when he was in school? 

14:Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Of course you'd ask this one. 

One abnormality he has is his colostomy bag, which has been with him since the age of five from having colon cancer. Recently he was beaten up by a friend, resulting in several bumps and bruises on his face, plus a shot ego since he refused to fight back. And, lastly, he has two bullet holes punched in him from an unfortunate accident at the hospital. 

22:Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

Well. The paper would likely have a bunch of dicks drawn on it, followed by song lyrics and doodles of whatever he's thinking of: tacos, the source of an annoying noise, a water bottle he can see across the room. etc. 

38:What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

It depends. If he's feeling worn out at night, sleep is always the best option, though sitting around and relaxing to a movie or playing a video game has a similar effect. During the day he'd likely take his dog for a walk/jog or ride his bike. And lastly, if it's in the morning, nothing gets him ready for the day better than going back to sleep. Ah yeah.

[twcrybaby]

☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

Ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. ... No, really. I don't. D:

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[manifesten]

open / interview

[manifesten]

Dio nodded in agreement. He had no qualms with the arrangement. He took the papers from the young man’s hands. Glancing through the documents he noted that the kid’s name was ‘Clyde’. He would probably forget this information in about a few seconds nor did he care to remember.

All he knew is that this kid looked kind of like a moron. But who wasn’t scum in Dio’s eyes? He was a rather picky man nor was he fond of others to begin with. For now he had to be decent so he would not run off his just hired helping hand.

"That’s fine. Just make sure to come presentable but comfortable. You’re working with animals and people.” What Dio emphasized was the people. Not the animals, they were fine. However, with the kind of customers that walked through the door his new employee had to be ready. But there was one important thing missing. Dio had not yet introduced himself. Extending his arm to solidify his new work contract through a handshake and finally, properly greeting his guest.

"I’m Dio Brando. Don’t forget that name."

[twcrybaby]

It didn't matter anyway. Whether he knew his name or not had very little to do with getting a paycheck or listening to instruction. Besides, he almost always answered to 'hey kid' out of reflex anyway. It was more likely than not that he wouldn't even realize his name had been long left behind in old memories of this day and filed paperwork at the bottom of some drawer. 

"Got it." Comfortable, but not rolled-out-of-bed, still in his pajamas comfortable. He could do that. In fact, he actually preferred it rather than having some company-mandated uniform he'd have to constantly keep track of. Being able to look good and hang out with animals all day? Having an unsociable boss wouldn't be that bad, all things considered.

"Dio Brando... So. Mr. Brando? Or Dio?" A slight pause. "Or do you really want me to call you full-on Dio Brando?"

[manifesten]

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[manifesten]

"Yes, really. I don’t care about introductions. You’re here to work, right? Then there’s no other reason to doubt your ability to do so." Dio closed his eyes, his work was truly cut out for him. "Stay here. I’ll go get the paperwork that you need." He excused himself to his office to retrieve the necessary documents and returned to his newly hired employee.

Dio handed over the boy a pen and paperwork. His expression was unreadable but he spoke without reserve, “When you’re done bring it to me and it’s up to you if you want to start today or whenever you’re able to.” He preferred that he went home right after but a little helping hand wouldn’t hurt would it? Although, Dio knew he’d rip the kid apart if he messed up. One thing was for sure, he was glad. At least a lot of the workload would be taken off of his shoulders.

[twcrybaby]

Dang. This guy didn't mess around. He felt a little like he was back in school under the stern stare of teachers. He'd thought working with animals would be fun but... "Okay." 

Taking the papers, he glanced over them and brought his eyes back to World's Greatest Manager. A little nod of understanding before he was off, finding somewhere to stand while he scribbled in answers to lame, boring stuff like contact information, etc, etc. From what he'd seen already, he doubted any of this would even be looked at. He could write 'turd' over and over for everything and probably get away with it. 

Not that he would. Just in case. 

Annnnd DONE!

Sheets extended, he waited for them to be taken. "I'll start next week if that's cool." Embrace the nonchalant-ness of this guys attitude... At least, that's what he's trying to do. 

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Luckily probably wasn’t the best thing to say, as he had meant what he’d done; but for everyone else’s sake, perhaps it was lucky. Not that he was sure anyone cared for him or really thought too much about it, but maybe it’d be nice to know a few friends actually were worried. Probably not, though. He wasn’t exactly the type to grow concerned over who adored him and who didn’t.

One thing he did give slight care to, however, was a noise of someone talking to him. Somehow, way past all the blurred vision of a white room, and the soft sound of a faint beep, he could hear what they were saying and how they were saying it. Sorry. Apologies. Some sort of remorse tainting their voice he knew to be a twinge more upbeat. Strange. He couldn’t quite place a finger on who it was, but they didn’t seem to happy. At least, from what he could make of it. 

"…"

A slight stir.

[twcrybaby]

Luckily was the best thing to say. In every case. Craig doing what he did was, in no way, a good thing. Besides, even Clyde knew it wasn't what he really wanted. It was an escape- Craig running from something he thought he'd do, something he wouldn't have, something he couldn't be. Plus more.

Though no one really cared and no one was even around aside from Craig, Clyde still felt guilt as he started to cry. Normally loud about it, this one was different. It was a quiet, contained sadness that did nothing to help, but left him more and more hollow with each tear.

A pull at the covers.

Movement.

"Craig?" 

[twmiddlefinger]

Said bff is doing nothing other than sitting in his own mind, otherwise known as the dimension that only he can feel. He can hear things slightly, even see a few beams of light and movement; but that’s about the extent of his communication as of right now. It sucks, but alas; what else can you do? When the human body needs to rest it prioritizes everything to just that so if sleeping like this is what it takes for him to rejuvenate, then so be it! He has no choice than to let it happen anyway, so why bother questioning or getting upset. Say hello to a lack of response to your presence Clyde and nothing more but light beeps of a heart monitor doing its job. Exciting.

[twcrybaby]

If this were any other time, he'd get his phone out and snap a picture to make fun of him later with. But this wasn't one of those 'haha' moments, and it likely never would be. No. Not even likely. It never would be. 

Crossing the small room, he hovered next to Craig's bed for a second before squishing into the chair nearby. Unconscious? Have Clyde idly moving your sheets as his fingers fiddle with the hem. It would be deafeningly quiet if not for the heart monitor. And thank god for it, too. A reminder that Craig is, luckily, still alive. 

"I don't know if you can hear me but I'm sorry for the stuff I said. I'm sorry for everything... I'm sorry for leaving and I'm sorry for yelling at you. I can't make up for any of it. I can't make any of it right. And I know I have no place to ask anything of you but just.... Be okay. Please."

[paramecie]

believe in your dream clyde (i’m so disappointed that they gave up the idea of making us fight giant Clyde in the game, god)

[manifesten]

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[manifesten]

It had been a day. He had already hired one moron, he needed more than one incompetent primate to begin with. So why not more? He scoffed at the thought, all he needed was their labor nothing further. Being friendly was out of the question although he had to be on his “best behavior” with his employees to keep them. Whatever that was. Dio shut his eyes in thought. This was awful. However, it would be better for business since his build often drove away customers. Nonetheless, he was still in business so it wasn’t all too bad.

And there his miracle was — Or a curse. A young man literally half his size walked in for an interview. Dio tilted his head curiously. It was almost laughable but for now he kept it to himself. “Ah, perfect. You got it. That’s it.” He truly did not care about a fragile life story it was not going to score the kid any brownie points especially with Dio. “If you want you can start after filling out the paperwork there’s a lot to do, brat.”

[twcrybaby]

He got it? That was it? Wow. Lax hiring policy around here. Not that he was complaining. He'd been nervous about coming down here to apply, but if he'd known scoring the position was this easy, hell, he would have done a lot less preparation. 

"What? Really?" Doubt coiled his mind, second-guessing the situation. Maybe this guy was fucking with him. But then again, maybe he was just that desperate for employees. Or maybe he was that uncaring of how his business went. Either way, Clyde was at least happy to have a job again. No more mooching off his roommate to pay the bills and put food on the table. 

"Where do you want me to start after the paperwork, then?"

[twcrybaby]

As soon as he saw Tweek's message, there he went. Down off the couch, he quickly fished around for his pants, ended up cutting his hand on floor glass, and bolted for the door. Luckily Izaya's apartment wasn't far from the hospital, being downtown and all, so getting there was a matter of his legs carrying him a few blocks. 

Through the doors, to the front desk-- Finding out which room he was in. Pushing open the door, his eyes fell on bff and froze him there, halfway in the room, halfway still out in the hall. 

"..."