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Notes on 🎨 yRichas 🎨:
🎨 Richas uses He/Treat/Trick/Photo/She pronouns and identifies as agender!
🎨 Treat is six years old, around the middle of the age range for yaoiverse eggs.
🎨 Photo is missing photos left leg, and thus uses a prosthetic!
🎨 Trick is entirely nonverbal and uses an AAC, trick also loves drawing and taking pictures, capturing at least three photos of the world around trick a day!
🎨 He loves going outside and holds interests in all forms of creation! Currently treat is working on fashion and photography!
🎨 He has vitiligo!
🎨 Trick has Insomnia, Sleep Paralysis, ODD, AuADHD, and Sensory Processing Disorder and treat is so unmedicated and undiagnosed
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GENERAL TAGS USED:
#captured shots - In character posts, thoughts, and rambles
#for the scrapbook - In character reblogs
#autobiographies and memoirs - asks
#blank canvases - written roleplay
#finished paintings - end of thread
#the archives - flashbacks
#yaoiverse - general tag for yaoiverse
#yuriverse - noncanon to yaoiverse
#straightverse - general angst w heavy subjects
#blowing up photos - OOC
[Note: If you see a reblogged post tagged with 'Captured Shots', it's implied that they are photos Richas' took photoself!!]
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Foto De Família:
🖌️ #tupinipunk - @packedtazer (Pac)
🖌️ #cyberneticpunk - @tazeredmike (Mike)
🖌️ #horror academia - @catboyarg (Cellbit)
🖌️ #arcadecore - @duckduckquackity e @patopatoelquackity (Quackity)
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Anger, anger was the only thing brewing inside of you. Paint is splattering across the canvas in a way that was almost violent. The waves of emotions crashes into your body and the canvas like a rocking ship.
Your paintbrush feels like a completely separate entity, the rest of your body just a vessel for its own motivations. It's not a mood you usually find yourself in, but maybe you need to be in it more often.
Help. What sort of 'help' was that? Nothing more than excuses and- and- "UGH!" The gutteral sound leaves your mouth like some sort of groan mixed with a screech.
Then it happens again, there's a sick feeling in your stomach, your padded hands want to rip and tear and break and claw. There was a lot of things you shouldn't have said to..her. But there's a lot you wanted to say as well.
It never happened. After your malicious words, she just got up and left with a few sobbed out apologies. Part of you knew you were wrong, another, louder part said you didn't care.
No one came after that, you're pretty sure you ruined whatever little relationship you had with all your parents this time.
Who cares. Who needs them. You survived on your own before, those egg tasks don't mean anything anymore. There's no reason to care. What a joke.
Your paintbrush trembles in your hands. You hate them. You hate..everyone. Maybe. You didn't deserve to be alone. You weren't wrong.
You wish you had fangs to bear, teeth to rip things with, claws to tear into things. Instead you just had a paintbrush and a tidal wave of emotions.
And that's all you leave behind, leaving with your backpack through the window. All you leave is a painting.
As soon as she was told where richas was, Pac dropped everything. She didn’t even change from the clothes she wore to Cellbit’s; No thoughts entered her head other than Richas and Cellbit’s office.
She doesn’t even pay attention to anyone as she passes through the server to get to trick.
She runs and runs until she can see the familiar door, then knocks, panting outside of it. She should’ve teleported, but, again, she wasn’t really thinking.
Richarlyson has stayed within the nest of blankets since his talk with his pai Cellbit. Though Cellbit was more so on Pac's side, it felt like. And he couldn't help but feel slighted by the notion, as if Pac didn't disown him to his own best friend! To Lullah's face! Like she wouldn't tell him!
Tricks hand pad at the blankets around trick, the mild ambiances of the office was echoing through tricks mind as trick decides the next course of action, but those thoughts were slightly interrupted by the knock on the door.
For a moment, photo let photoself hope. Maybe it was Felps, making his way around. Though, it could be Mike, finally out of the lab. Tricky's not too sure who else photo should expect it to be.
At the hope that it might be Pai Felps, Tricky gets out of the pile of blankets, making treats way over to the door and pulling it open to peer outside.
It was a little mean to say that there's disappointment when it was the subject of treats ire.
Pac.
Though the emotions of what happened were, less than settled, it felt like more fuel to the fire to see her face for the first time in a while. Why was she here now? Will she only show up after she messes up?
A frown pulls at the lighter patches of Richarlyson skin as he watches her, standing there with her hands twisting nervously. She looks more like a scolded kid being sent to the principal office.
Quite honestly, Pac doesn't know how to fix this. She's messed up. Sleeping on and off and not seeing her kid really messed things up, plain and simple.
Pac lowers her arms and kneels. She wants to get a better look at trick. "I'm not going to make you take a walk with me," She starts, "I really, really messed up. Would you like to walk with me so we can talk about it?"
A scowl pulls at Richarlyson's mouth, lips pulling back into what could only be a method of baring teeth.
She messed up? That's why she's here, of course it is. The only time she has ever shown up is when she's a problem for others.
He's tempted to say no, slam the door in her face and hide until she goes away. But Richarlyson was so angry at her. Livid, really.
"Why should I." Trick bites out eventually, tricks grip on the door handle tightening, how many hearts would slamming the door on her take. Probably not more than a half, maybe less.
Richas' eyes narrow considerably, the words that left photo only made photo more upset. Photo was right, why should photo help Pac the problem they caused. Does Pac think talking it out will make everything better?
"Why are you even here, você já está confortável com a ideia de me repudiar." Each work that came from her mouth was layered with vitriol. Richas rolls her eyes, the pink beneath her hair were burning holes into Pac, judgemental and hostile.
Tricky was no longer taking any steps forward in this.
—
[Translation: you're already comfortable with the thought of disowning me.]
Pac didn't move, despite seeing Richas's grip on the door handle, and the way her eyes looked at Pac. She lets out a breath. "I don't want to disown you. I am not going to-" She takes a moment, figuring out the words she wants to say. With a slight groan (at her own brain), she sits criss-cross on the ground, metal leg thunking slightly on the wooden floor.
"I misclicked on the form. I did and I can't reverse it, but Richas- I don't want to give you up. I don't want to disown you. You're my baby, my baby. And I shouldn't have done it. Especially after how absent I've been." She wants to make it all go away - but it can't. She hurt trick badly and she wants to make things better for her baby.
"I'm here because I messed up and I wanted to apologize for hurting you, nothing more, nothing less. I am here for you, Richas." She keeps her hands in her lap, but plays with the fabric of her pants nervously.
How funny how this could all be blamed on a misclick. It's almost comical. There's something bitter in Richas' mouth as the words coming falling out of Pac's mouth like excuses. And maybe she was right, maybe it was all just an accident and all she's here to do is apologize.
And maybe apologies isn't enough. Maybe Richarlyson was done with mild apologies that'll all just fall into the background of tomorrow and forgotten. Is Pac going to just go back to sleep after being forgiven just to fall into the same repeating pattern from before?
It makes something is his chest burn with hatred. His teeth grits and blunt nails dig into his palms that would've made them bleed if his nails were just a little sharper.
"Are you?" Trick bites out, words like acid spitting out of tricks mouth. "Because you sure haven't been here. The only place you've been is in the messages of everyone else's parents!" It was a low blow and Richas knew it, but trick wanted the words to hurt. To hurt just as badly as trick was hurting, trick wanted to dig deep and prod at every sore spot trick knew.
"You're here because you just want me to make you feel better! But I won't do it! I hope you feel worse!" She stomps on the floor, moss growing on the flooring beneath her feet. "I hope it hurts! I hope it hurts so badly that you can't stand it!"
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As soon as she was told where richas was, Pac dropped everything. She didn’t even change from the clothes she wore to Cellbit’s; No thoughts entered her head other than Richas and Cellbit’s office.
She doesn’t even pay attention to anyone as she passes through the server to get to trick.
She runs and runs until she can see the familiar door, then knocks, panting outside of it. She should’ve teleported, but, again, she wasn’t really thinking.
Richarlyson has stayed within the nest of blankets since his talk with his pai Cellbit. Though Cellbit was more so on Pac's side, it felt like. And he couldn't help but feel slighted by the notion, as if Pac didn't disown him to his own best friend! To Lullah's face! Like she wouldn't tell him!
Tricks hand pad at the blankets around trick, the mild ambiances of the office was echoing through tricks mind as trick decides the next course of action, but those thoughts were slightly interrupted by the knock on the door.
For a moment, photo let photoself hope. Maybe it was Felps, making his way around. Though, it could be Mike, finally out of the lab. Tricky's not too sure who else photo should expect it to be.
At the hope that it might be Pai Felps, Tricky gets out of the pile of blankets, making treats way over to the door and pulling it open to peer outside.
It was a little mean to say that there's disappointment when it was the subject of treats ire.
Pac.
Though the emotions of what happened were, less than settled, it felt like more fuel to the fire to see her face for the first time in a while. Why was she here now? Will she only show up after she messes up?
A frown pulls at the lighter patches of Richarlyson skin as he watches her, standing there with her hands twisting nervously. She looks more like a scolded kid being sent to the principal office.
Quite honestly, Pac doesn't know how to fix this. She's messed up. Sleeping on and off and not seeing her kid really messed things up, plain and simple.
Pac lowers her arms and kneels. She wants to get a better look at trick. "I'm not going to make you take a walk with me," She starts, "I really, really messed up. Would you like to walk with me so we can talk about it?"
A scowl pulls at Richarlyson's mouth, lips pulling back into what could only be a method of baring teeth.
She messed up? That's why she's here, of course it is. The only time she has ever shown up is when she's a problem for others.
He's tempted to say no, slam the door in her face and hide until she goes away. But Richarlyson was so angry at her. Livid, really.
"Why should I." Trick bites out eventually, tricks grip on the door handle tightening, how many hearts would slamming the door on her take. Probably not more than a half, maybe less.
Richas' eyes narrow considerably, the words that left photo only made photo more upset. Photo was right, why should photo help Pac the problem they caused. Does Pac think talking it out will make everything better?
"Why are you even here, você já está confortável com a ideia de me repudiar." Each work that came from her mouth was layered with vitriol. Richas rolls her eyes, the pink beneath her hair were burning holes into Pac, judgemental and hostile.
Tricky was no longer taking any steps forward in this.
—
[Translation: you're already comfortable with the thought of disowning me.]
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But before that why not spend some time with tallulah? It’s been a while since you two hung out right? She’s currently at sunny and pepitos vacation spot
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