>That's just the truth. There's nothing that can change it. Humans don't mutilate themselves like he has. Humans don't behave like he does.
>He doesn't qualify anymore, has he really ever? He has no choice either way, he'll just pretend like he always has.
Rowan, rebooted!!
I've decided to rewrite and rework some of this guys plot, to keep it consistent and to just improve what I'd started with.
Don't worry, his relationships aren't going anywhere, while he may be different, I'm not changing any of his views on others, and he's still Coworker's boyfriend.
The blog will keep its more casual vibes, don't worry about that.
TRIGGER WARNINGS/DANGEROUS THEMES: Religious trauma, suicidality, cannibalism, gore and violence, self harm, mental illness/instability, delusion, dehumanization, possessiveness and codependency, and more.
NEW TAGS:
Rowans interactions - Any long-term roleplays
Rowan's asked - Asks received
Rowans thoughts - General in-character posts
Rowans appearance - Art of Rowan, either mod art or fan works
Slipped mask - Out of character post, will also use 'ooc post' tag.
>[This blog is run by @sketchyreject , and is a remake of @your-new-replacement-archive ]
Rules:
- No NSFW (some mild jokes and topics are fine, just be sensible and read the room, mod is 18 but blog is sfw either way)
- Asker magic is allowed (mod has the right to say no to any magic)
- Respect mod and other askers (don't try to push if mod and askers are urging you to stop)
- Crossovers are allowed and encouraged
THIS BLOG MAY HAVE THEMES OF DEPRESSION, MENTAL ILLNESS, SUICIDALITY, DEATH, BLOOD, SH, AND OTHER THINGS TO BE LISTED. While this blog is not intended to be pure angst, these and other things may come up, be warned. Posts with potential triggers will be tagged for filtering purposes.
TAGS:
#✂ disbelief : info
#✂ denial : ooc
#✂ anger : art
#✂ bargaining : asks
#✂ guilt : posts
#✂ depression : rp
#✂ acceptance : finished rp
(Specific character tags will be added when they come up!)
>[This blog is run by @sketchyreject , and is a remake of @your-new-replacement-archive ]
Rules:
- No NSFW (some mild jokes and topics are fine, just be sensible and read the room, mod is 18 but blog is sfw either way)
- Asker magic is allowed (mod has the right to say no to any magic)
- Respect mod and other askers (don't try to push if mod and askers are urging you to stop)
THIS BLOG MAY HAVE THEMES OF DEPRESSION, MENTAL ILLNESS, SUICIDALITY, DEATH, BLOOD, IMPLIED SH, AND OTHER THINGS TO BE LISTED. While this blog is not intended to be pure angst, these and other things may come up, be warned. Posts with potential triggers will be tagged for filtering purposes.
TAGS:
#✂ disbelief : info
#✂ denial : ooc
#✂ anger : art
#✂ bargaining : asks
#✂ guilt : posts
#✂ depression : rp
#✂ acceptance : finished rp
(Specific character tags will be added when they come up!)
> This is almost sad to watch. Maybe this doppelganger deserves a bit of socialization after that little... incident.
>[What feels like a pair of invisible hands reaches out and covers Asterisks eyes, forcing them closed and causing him to black out.]
>[When he comes to, he's on the other side of the elevator, the doors opening to reveal a wide expanse of black tiled floors and open, infinite skies above the horizon. There's a second elevator a little ways ahead in the space that opens as well, revealing a man that looks just like Colon.]
>[Almost, at least.]
> Everyone can tell the difference between a real and a fake in some way.
>[ @your-new-replacement ]
[You can't struggle against the hands and go limp, before you wake up in an unfamiliar room.]
[You're so confused, then you see someone that looks almost exactly like the man you just lost.]
>"..!"
[It isn't him, but they look so much like him- It just hurts.]
"I don't mean to.. be a reminder of anything or something..."
>[Although noncommittal, he gives a hopefully pleasant smile, hoping that the blonde isn't threatened by Rowan. He'd hate for the other to be afraid of him, especially after not being able to see his face for so long.]
>[He rubs his arm to self-soothe, the texture bumpy as he traces lines he'd gotten to know just like that awful elevator.]
"I'm sorry... I know how it can feel. Are you still... trapped in that place, that floor...? Why don't you come out here.. the air is a little fresher..."
> This is almost sad to watch. Maybe this doppelganger deserves a bit of socialization after that little... incident.
>[What feels like a pair of invisible hands reaches out and covers Asterisks eyes, forcing them closed and causing him to black out.]
>[When he comes to, he's on the other side of the elevator, the doors opening to reveal a wide expanse of black tiled floors and open, infinite skies above the horizon. There's a second elevator a little ways ahead in the space that opens as well, revealing a man that looks just like Colon.]
>[Almost, at least.]
> Everyone can tell the difference between a real and a fake in some way.
>[ @your-new-replacement ]
[You can't struggle against the hands and go limp, before you wake up in an unfamiliar room.]
[You're so confused, then you see someone that looks almost exactly like the man you just lost.]
>"..!"
[It isn't him, but they look so much like him- It just hurts.]
"I don't mean to.. be a reminder of anything or something..."
>[Although noncommittal, he gives a hopefully pleasant smile, hoping that the blonde isn't threatened by Rowan. He'd hate for the other to be afraid of him, especially after not being able to see his face for so long.]
>[He rubs his arm to self-soothe, the texture bumpy as he traces lines he'd gotten to know just like that awful elevator.]
"I'm sorry... I know how it can feel. Are you still... trapped in that place, that floor...? Why don't you come out here.. the air is a little fresher..."
> This is almost sad to watch. Maybe this doppelganger deserves a bit of socialization after that little... incident.
>[What feels like a pair of invisible hands reaches out and covers Asterisks eyes, forcing them closed and causing him to black out.]
>[When he comes to, he's on the other side of the elevator, the doors opening to reveal a wide expanse of black tiled floors and open, infinite skies above the horizon. There's a second elevator a little ways ahead in the space that opens as well, revealing a man that looks just like Colon.]
>[Almost, at least.]
> Everyone can tell the difference between a real and a fake in some way.
>[ @your-new-replacement ]
[You can't struggle against the hands and go limp, before you wake up in an unfamiliar room.]
[You're so confused, then you see someone that looks almost exactly like the man you just lost.]
>"..!"
[It isn't him, but they look so much like him- It just hurts.]
"I don't mean to.. be a reminder of anything or something..."
>[Although noncommittal, he gives a hopefully pleasant smile, hoping that the blonde isn't threatened by Rowan. He'd hate for the other to be afraid of him, especially after not being able to see his face for so long.]
>[He rubs his arm to self-soothe, the texture bumpy as he traces lines he'd gotten to know just like that awful elevator.]
"I'm sorry... I know how it can feel. Are you still... trapped in that place, that floor...? Why don't you come out here.. the air is a little fresher..."
> This is almost sad to watch. Maybe this doppelganger deserves a bit of socialization after that little... incident.
>[What feels like a pair of invisible hands reaches out and covers Asterisks eyes, forcing them closed and causing him to black out.]
>[When he comes to, he's on the other side of the elevator, the doors opening to reveal a wide expanse of black tiled floors and open, infinite skies above the horizon. There's a second elevator a little ways ahead in the space that opens as well, revealing a man that looks just like Colon.]
>[Almost, at least.]
> Everyone can tell the difference between a real and a fake in some way.
>[ @your-new-replacement ]
[You can't struggle against the hands and go limp, before you wake up in an unfamiliar room.]
[You're so confused, then you see someone that looks almost exactly like the man you just lost.]
>"..!"
[It isn't him, but they look so much like him- It just hurts.]
"I don't mean to.. be a reminder of anything or something..."
>[Although noncommittal, he gives a hopefully pleasant smile, hoping that the blonde isn't threatened by Rowan. He'd hate for the other to be afraid of him, especially after not being able to see his face for so long.]
>[He rubs his arm to self-soothe, the texture bumpy as he traces lines he'd gotten to know just like that awful elevator.]
"I'm sorry... I know how it can feel. Are you still... trapped in that place, that floor...? Why don't you come out here.. the air is a little fresher..."
-Integration- Successful with minimal damage to subject. Damage remedied with physical alterations by Doctor Norman Ambrose.
Training and management of the subject is overseen by Doctor Norman Ambrose. All concerns about the subject and other related experiments may come to him or other qualified company personnel.
[Subject is slightly aggressive in temperament. But it has shown signs of heightened mood when allowed to socialize, and is less prone to violence the more it is allowed forms of companionship. It is no longer held in containment and is allowed to freely roam company grounds.]
[We (The Company) have decided to allow the subject limited access to the outside world to allow for it to socialize with minimized risk.]
[Take some caution when approaching the subject. It is still somewhat unpredictable.]
WARNING:
THIS BLOG HAS THEMES OF: BODILY MUTILATION, BLOOD, GORE, DEATH, AND CANNIBALISM. DISCRETION IS ADVISED, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
This is a Protag-centric Elevator Hitch AU.
Instead of dying in the elevator in a time loop, Protag was used as fodder for the elevator, being put through ED 7, but surviving partly, allowing his body to be used in an experiment to create a form of "superhuman".
The resulting creature is a clawed, bitey little guy that I lovingly call Butchertag, or Butchey, a funny thing that serves as a sort of trained "guard dog" for the company. Though in its free time it wanders the halls of the company building, looking for something to entertain itself.
NOTES AND RULES:
Butchey uses exclusively it/its pronouns.
NO NSFW IS PERMITTED.
Asker/anon magic is allowed, but keep it to a minimum. (Please don't expect sprites to be created for asker magic.)
Remember the times when Normal Guy would put us on suspension because he would catch us eating the rotten corpse in the back of the janitor's closet? Those were the days...
>[He gives you a side glance, clearly confused.]
>"I don't think i.."
>[Suddenly, his eyes light up, and he lets out a booming laugh.]
>"Ohh, you mean when we would munch on Dave!? Hahaha, gooood times!"
>[He ran up to his boyfriend and suddenly picked him up!]
>[ooc: hihihi hello hi:)]
"Aah!"
>[He's plucked up out of his daze into the arms of his boyfriend, looking over the other man with wide eyes before fully recognizing him as his partner]
"Oh! Hello!! I hadn't seen you in a minute, I was so worried, wondering where you'd gone!!"