The Ivory Worldscape

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Arlin - they/them(/he?) - probably host, to be honest

Yeah! I like taking notes, and thinking things through in grounded logic, but evidently I ignore our feelings sometimes but we still good!

Lem - they/them - short for Lemon! ^^^ twin

My twin! They're very emotionally in tune, but also are prone to panic, which I assume is a side effect. They really liked the notes app, though they did more setting things up for others than actual note-taking. They're really jumpy :)

Oli - he/it - uhhh he's blue. Likes art and music?

Prone to anger, but that's alright. He's a pleasant person, just very focused on "practicality" and I'm not sure what it means by that. He self-isolates to avoid hurting people I think

Gabbie - she/her - absolutely ecstatic to exist

Closest thing we got to a fictive and I think she likes it that way. It's a little weird when you get to write your own story, though, isn't it? She doesn't have a huge emotional connection to our life, but wants us safe, and tends to switch in when someone else is getting too emotionally overwhelmed! Nice to have around

Vi - they/it/she - strangely fascinated by religion

Definitely holding onto something here. At least one of us needs to be able to hold a genuine conversation about religious beliefs and that's probably their purpose. Very defensive about its gender(lack thereof) for her attempts at conformity. Likes skirts, but doesn't wear them often. To prove a point I think?

Amber - he/she - what's with this sassy lost child?

You can write your own intro. (I miss u)

Ochre - they/it - that gentle silence, that wonder<3

Progress <3

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I've never been one for poetry.

Which in hindsight, does seem silly.

The music in my head is far too loud

To find words of my own.

I'm an artist, I'm a anger

I'm a builder, I'm a breaker.

I'm a friend, but I

Push everyone away

Is that okay?

I've never been one for sappy things

I deny myself the right to feel

But there's fairy lights on my wall

And I feel so small

I'm a singer, I'm a cryer

I'm a yeller, a catharsis

I scream into a void

To be heard by anyone

Is it enough?

I've never been one for mixed feelings

Because I don't like things that remind me of me

But the lights on the street in my head

Are as dim as always.

I'm a walker, I'm a runner

Not a talker, I'm a leaver

Sometimes I wonder

Am I anyone at all?

Can I still call?

I'm the light at the end of the road, deceptively steady, I'm the light at the edge of our head feeling heavy, my heart is in navy, but my confidence wavy, when everything starts to go bad, we go hazy, and I feel a little more lonely than I did yesterday. So I'll go take a swim in the stagnant water, phase our head through its rhythms and borders, listen to music I know makes me break, and whatever path I am given, I'll take. My eyes may go red and my soul may go umber, but I swear your forgiveness still comes, it's not over, and I've never been one for lights in the dark. you know, None of us would have made it onto the ark.

But you know I can't stand this silence. I can't stand what it makes of me. And so when you read this, and everything’s settled, I hope that you can see our shared mettles, for I know of life and death and living, I know of the edge of tomorrow, still giving, I understand the natural order.