eat rocks

thinking about his most replayed memory in the paradise dimension being his 9th birthday, and the chocolate cake he got to eat during it. thinking about prime escaping and still not getting to sit down and eat with someone for years because he was stuck in prison, alone. thinking about how even when prime got back to a fake version of his parents at the end of countdown, they were terrified of him and he ate all his meals isolated in his basement.

the angst potential was too good to leave in the tags, sorry :>

so right about the idea that he’s forgotten how to be a Real Person. it’s even juicier when you pair it with the fact that he thinks he still is one, at least in comparison to the “characters” around him. it’s like he doesn’t even realize the contradiction, or he’s too good at burying it all beneath meta jokes and a flippant attitude to care.

i just really think any acknowledgment on his part of the Horrors he’s been through and his uniquely isolating existence as someone who can moonlight as a fictional character while still firmly believing he himself ISN’T fictional would… break him? or probably not break him, but he wouldn’t handle it well, i think, and that might be why he chooses not to think about it at all.

JASONNNN RAHHHH

prime casually mentioning he hasn’t eaten all day, (maybe in a few days… he cant remember) and jason not really knowing how to handle the old feelings those words elicit. jason fighting the desire to cook for him/drag him somewhere to eat, or maybe giving in to the desire anyway because even if prime doesn’t need to eat under a yellow sun, it helps calm jason’s nerves to see him put something down. jason genuinely getting pissed when prime keeps forgetting meals in the earlier days of their relationship, but the irritation is from a place of badly communicated care and worry / annoyance with jason’s own self for those feelings.

i wonder if prime would find it endearing, or maybe overbearing? or maybe he wouldn’t even really notice, and just be like huh y’know ever since i started hanging out with jason i feel like i’ve been eating more often. jason sure loves his food, guess this is why they made that fatson todd plushie, haha!

much to think about…

this ask bit into me, chewed me up, spat me out, then left me to be picked off by vultures.