₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁† 𝓢𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓮 .ᐟ

INDEPENDENT , MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE , SPORADIC ACTIVITY , NON - AFFILIATE , CANON COMPLIANT CLAYTON MIDDLEINITIAL PUPPINGTON FROM ADULT SWIM'S MORAL OREL WITH INTENTIONS TO SHOW HIS TRUE CHARACTER , EXPOSE THE PATRIARCHY , AND TO LET OUT MY TRAUMA IN A HEALTHY WAY .

" ─────── SACRIFICE , EXACTLY ! I SACRIFICED . THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE : MY HAPPINESS ! FOR MY KIDS . YOU BET I DID ! YOU BET I DID . . . AND I'D DO IT AGAIN , TOO . I'D DO IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN . HEH , THAT'S MY LIFE ! OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER . . . "

EXPLORING THEMES OF : HOMOSEXUAL REPRESSION , THE PATRIARCHY , ADDICTION , RELIGIOUS TRAUMA , TOXIC MASCULINITY , CLASSISM , DENIAL , CHRISTIAN INDOCTRINATION , EXPOSING ABUSE , CONTROL , AND FREEDOM .

CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING MENTIONABLE TRIGGERS : ADDICTION , EVERY FORM OF ABUSE , CHRISTIANITY / RELIGIOUS TRAUMA . EVERYTHING WILL BE TAGGED AND PUT UNDER A READ MORE , BUT MUN REFUSES TO HIDE THE CHARACTER'S TRUE NATURE . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED .

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───────────────────── THE MAYOR'S DAUGHTER : @moralpuppet .

MUN WILL IMMEDIATELY HARD BLOCK ANYONE IF YOU EXCUSE THE CHARACTER'S BEHAVIORS AND LOVE HIM IN AN UNHEALTHY AND APOLOGETIC WAY , AS IT IS EXTREMELY TRIGGERING TO WITNESS SOMEONE EXCUSE SUCH A VILE CHARACTER WHEN MUN HAS BEEN ABUSED SIMILARLY . THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LOVING THE VILLAIN AND EXCUSING THEM .

lmk if you would write with him

@thuganomxcs UNPROMPTED ASK ! †ˎˊ˗

⋅˚ † ₊‧ there is an awkward exchange of glances betwixt the two of them. dark eyes glance him up and down, taking in every piece of who he could possibly be. the other was much, much younger; explains the immediate disrespect toward the elders. they weren't very relatable, either. sore thumb extends and leaves marks all the way down the arm - he was not from moralton. clay would stretch the assumption and believe that he wasn't even from the bordering town of sinville. they were from rather far away. it was somewhat unsettling, but the man kept his face as stable as possible.

⋅˚ † ₊‧ for once there was no toxic, harmful chemicals grasped or rummaged. no pipe in any pocket, no glass rattling in his hand. instead, the poison came from his energy. just the way the mayor stood was rather demeaning - it demanded power. it forced respect. there was no invitation for anything that could be deemed less. but this was the public, and this was an initial greeting. one must make way for benevolent exchanges to leave just the perfect impression. sociology is such a fretful, unforgiving beast.

@timelvst UNPROMPTED ASK ! †ˎˊ˗

⋅˚ † ₊‧ her words weren't necessarily incorrect. god does express to love others, and to bring others joy and happiness. to spread the word and to relish in the gospel with others. though god is happy with one, when there are two, it is a congregation and the lord is never more joyous. unfortunately, the mayor is far from the most susceptible to such loving ideologies. to be strong, and to be perceived as a diligent man, a proper mayor, one most have the tenacity to be a prick. one must have the arrogance to spout around exactly what one believes. the man is a faux christian. though he does believe in god, and does follow the holy word ( more of what his deceased mother told him before the incident ) , his word is a little more twisted to fit such a specific narrative.

⋅˚ † ₊‧ pipe rolls in his mouth as tongue twirls around it. the smoke follows suit, the stench of tobacco filling the air. it swirls around in the movements he makes, topping it up and down. the black smog only signifies the deep crevasse within him that very much represents the very darkening of his crying, icy soul. clayton does not care about anyone but himself. the world is out to get him; one must always come with a plethora of preparation. having sharp wit and a rather talon-like tongue does the job quite well.

⋅˚ † ₊‧ "you're actually not too wrong there, woman, but..." there is that pause. head tilts. dark eyes glean over her. to try and take in her complexion, body desperately attempting to find any sort of decency or attraction. as always, it's not so easy and it gives him a deep, subconscious unsettling. one he doesn't notice. but it's quite tangible on the countenance as brows furrow. "god himself has brought upon destructions of various kinds."

⋅˚ † ₊‧ hand grips the pipe and pulls it out. head tilts up to release the gaseous toxins. somehow the lungs remain unscathed, lacking a cough to suit such addictions. taking on mountains of tobacco isn't the man's most concerning vice, though. as the last of it performs its exodus, stare lingers back onto the other.

⋅˚ † ₊‧ "if someone in my town isn't doing their part," he muses, hand with the pipe gesturing around. the mayor's body is rather expressive and temperamental. "or if someone is being a bitch to me..."

⋅˚ † ₊‧ the most subtle of hints.