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Give or take a million years later I now make a multimuse with Kevin in it. Which means that this blog is archived essentially. You may have guessed from the million years since I last posted
CLICK HERE FOR MULTIMUSE
All my best Dears
PSA
I was trying to get back to Kevin but he’s giving me some trouble. I think for now I’m gonna have to put him on Hiatus. I’ll find him again I promise. I always do. He’s just being stubborn.
Sorry guys.
All my best,
“That is an excellent point,” she agreed, allowing him to hustle her along, not that she really had a choice. “I think that was part of the issue with my old internship–they just kind of threw me in there and made me figure it out myself…” Maybe she shouldn’t talk about her former internship? She didn’t know. She never thought she’d get another one…
“That wasn’t a very good place to intern. Was it?” There was a hint of something in his hollow eyes. Not a real shine but the idea of it. He knew more than he was saying. He did that sometimes. Knew things he shouldn’t. But that was part of his job as a radio host, wasn’t it?
“Now here you’ll find everything much more efficient. Much easier to work with. Strex is a wonderful company to– don’t go in that door.” Kevin absently said as they passed a seemingly random door. “We’re all VERY friendly.”
“It really wasn’t,” she agreed. “But when a girl needs her college credits…” she shook her head. It’s not like that mattered now.
“It already seems much better,” she said, glancing again at the door she wasn’t to go in. Why that particular door? Not that it mattered. The less questions she asked, the less of a chance there was if her getting caught up in something that would kill her. Again.
Kevin hummed happily in agreement. Strex was the best company to work for. And Desert Bluffs was the best TOWN to work for. And The Smiling God was the best god to work for. It’s why everyone here was so... happy. All the time. Nothing but smiles.
“Don’t forget to keep smiling. It’s very important to keep an upbeat attitude. Otherwise productivity will go down. That’s not anything NEW to you I’m sure. I might have said that already.” Had he said that? He couldn't recall. Laps in memory. Maybe he needed to be seen by a doctor. “Anyway, if I did already say it, just know that smiling it that important. It’s worth saying twice!”
He slid to her other side, to keep her far from another door she was not allowed in at all. From which the sounds of fun questioning could be heard. “That’s another room not to go in. Have you been to HR yet? They’ll make sure to give you an employee’s handbook which will list all the rooms that interns are not allowed in. We follow a very strict chain of command here.”
Welcome to Desert Bluffs!
you need people like me. you need people like me so you can point your fuckin fingers at me and say “that’s the bad guy”.
Certain kinds of knowledge rob people of their sleep.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via theliteraryjournals)
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A family role play I am doing with my firendss my precious sons.
“I’m still here… Waiting…”
So I heard that Kevin is back! But, since I haven’t listened to the podcast in quite some time now I don’t feel as if I can draw anything with any accuracy. Which means, as far as I’m concerned, he’s still lost in the void somewhere. Biding his time. I was supposed to be drawing other things but I lost motivation and I’m dead tired. So have a bored Kevin instead.
Reblog if it is okay if your muse is hurt, severely injured or tortured in RPs.
I love that I now have other Kevin’s following my Kevin.
We should have a KEVIN PARTY! Full of SUNSHINE! And SMILES! And tasteful pictures of HUMAN TEETH! And BLOOD! And WORK! And even MORE SMILES!
I’m just really happy to have other Kevin’s look at my lame idiot and be something along the lines of, ‘yeah. he’s worth stalking for a while’. Sincerely so happy.
Cecil almost returned the favor right there. He only barely managed to control himself from biting the other’s finger as it got close to him. Well, more like the pain of the bite stopped him. He didn’t want to move around much.
“I certainly would let it stain the ground. I don’t think your blood deserves to be used productively.” Even if he didn’t consider Kevin’s use of blood to be that. He just wanted to throw salt in the wound, or at least hurt him back a little.
“Smiling doesn’t make you happy. I’m not going to be happy Kevin. You are wasting your time…” Just stop this. “I’m never giving in.”
“Smiling DOES make you happy. It’s a fact. So smile Cecil. Smile. While you still can.” How dare his double. How dare he! Why was Cecil Palmer such a not-smiling pain in the--
Happy. Cheerful thoughts. Good thoughts. Like... sunshine. And work. And teeth. And blood. And blood. and blood.
“You know, if talking to me isn’t convincing enough I can always see if there are some other helpful Strex Employees willing to take time out of their sparse free hours to come and talk to you. I’m sure there are some that would be DYING to meet with you again. You know. Since you encouraged a pointless rebellion when everyone knows that revolutions don’t solve anything. Is anything SOLVED, Cecil? After your attempt at fighting what you need?”
Shadows began to edge toward the radio host unnaturally. His anger clear in more than his tone. The way he continuously formed fists only to loosen his hands again only to form a fist once more. The way his sharp, jagged teeth ground in between words. Hollow eyes all but glaring at his double. How dare he resist. How dare he accuse Kevin’s blood of not being worthy of productive use. How dare he. How. Dare. He.
[Kevin]: "Exciting news, Desert Bluffs! I have a visitor here with me today. Isn't that wonderful? He calls himself Cecil and he wears a tie and he has hair like mine -- but different. And his eyes... Lovely. Lovely, lovely, spherical, colourful eyes... He's smiling too, he's so happy to be here with me. Would you like to say hello? He's shaking his head. Shy, I suppose. Well, we will talk more with our esteemed guest in just a moment! But for now I bring you -- -- The Weather."
“That is an excellent point,” she agreed, allowing him to hustle her along, not that she really had a choice. “I think that was part of the issue with my old internship–they just kind of threw me in there and made me figure it out myself…” Maybe she shouldn’t talk about her former internship? She didn’t know. She never thought she’d get another one…
“That wasn’t a very good place to intern. Was it?” There was a hint of something in his hollow eyes. Not a real shine but the idea of it. He knew more than he was saying. He did that sometimes. Knew things he shouldn’t. But that was part of his job as a radio host, wasn’t it?
“Now here you’ll find everything much more efficient. Much easier to work with. Strex is a wonderful company to-- don’t go in that door.” Kevin absently said as they passed a seemingly random door. “We’re all VERY friendly.”
