You know, you always see moon lovers, but never sky lovers. Why is that? Looking at a sunset, they credit the colours to the sun and not the sky. The only reason people don't like falling is the ground! Falling forever is wonderful! Its the damn grounds fault-
Oh, I'm rambling agian...
ANYway
Yo, wassup! Name's Aryn (he/they) at one point Im pretty sure I worked at The Magnus Institute... secretary? Maybe? Imma fairly new avatar [read: victim] of the vast... or at least I think so? Time's hard up in the sky, I swear I just spend the night up there, and suddenly, it's November 2016.
What do you mean it's 2025...?
[[Occ:
I'll be so fr I've never done Rp before(that wasnt just in my head) And it was either this oc blog or a Mr. Bonzo one :P
What he looks like
Things to keep in mind / rules:
Mod IS a minor, so no out right NSFW, flirting fine ig, but Aryn's kinda super head over heals for... just the like concept of the sky so.
Mod is also autistic and sucks at context clues. Sorry in advance.
Darker topics are fine in asks or rp.
No Homophobia, Transphobia, Racism, etc
M!ANONS are welcomed and greatly appreciate :)
#Floating aimlessly: Aryn talking just by themselves
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What's wrong with dirt! Dirt is way better than the sky! It's cozy and soft, sky is cold and wayyyy too big.
Join the Soil
- @artifacts-abode
OH! Really!? Dirt is BAD. Its heavy, rough, jagged, pointy, course. I could go on. My love is more than just cold and big! -Not that you could tell a lake from a bay- Shes multi-temperature! She can burn your skin to a beautiful flaky red and the next day freeze till you're fingers go black! And saying that She's 'wayyy to big' is an understatement! She is more than just BIG She is all incompetencing! She is the air in you're lungs that crush it from the inside out like a water bottle full of steam put in ice water, She is the wind tearing at your flesh like knives! She is the only thing at will ever understand and love anyone fully! Never could one be alone when as long as you BREATHE She is there. No need for silly wants or bodily needs when in Sky Blue! To need anything is treason in Her presence <33
Breathing is overrated. You wanna talk about temperature, how about an avalanche catching you in its frigid embrace and freezing the breath out of you, smoke and heat from a fire oh so innocent choking the lungs.
She just sounds like a lot of useless empty space, ya sky simp.
OH NO NO NO. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I DO DIRT BOY- I USED TO THROW PEOPLE INTO SKY BLUE BUT THEN I REALIZED PEOPLE LIKE YOU DON'T DESERVE HER LOVE BUT RATHER TO WISH THE OVER ABUNDANCE OF AIR WAS YOUR PROBLEM
Secondly, I love not being near the sky, it sucks, so to your plan I say Skill Issue. How ya gonna feed your Patron if you don't yeet anyone? Y'know, cause that's all Vast Avatars do, is Yeet.
Okay my bad! I dont know I'll just call you Gunk punk or something- And we don't just yeet! Its BIGGG spaces in general- which (!!!>>) includes (<<!!!) the ocean.
Yeah, but all the biiiig spaces in the ocean do is crush things. It's pressure. The only part of the ocean you can claim is the part close to the sky, after that it's all Buried. And maybe whales, which I will begrudgingly allow you, as they are, in fact, Vast. BUT OTHER THAN THAT ITS BURIED
GAUSVSUQHA I DON'T CARE FOR LITERAL WEIGHT. AIR HAS PRESSURE TOO. THE SKY FREES US FROM SOCIAL PRESSURE AND THE BURDEN OF BEING HUMAN THE GROUND IS ALL THAT WRONG WITH FALLING. And yeah obviously I use the part of the ocean near the sky, just enough to be perpetually drowning, just enough to if looking one way see the ever expansive beautiful sky with all the air that they don't deserve and the other way is the cold unforgiving cruel salt-in-the-wound ocean. Anything farther then that is eww 👎👎
The sky is ewwwwwww 👎👎👎 0/10, could use more dirt in it. Only good part about the sky is that rain and snow and shit comes down from it and smothers everything <3
It can't even do that though, it just makes itself worse by getting rid of the good stuff
Also the blobfish is adorable and I shall take no arguments, Stop Bringing Blobfish To The Surface 2026
You would want to tarnish her with dirt, how disgustingly human to want to ruin the only thing that could ever care for this land loving species. She could never 'get worse'!??! Rain a dn Snow are gifts she gives!! Everything she does is for others!
But it’s not. He can feel something watching, stalking him. Waiting for a chance to strike.
@of-hounds-and-haunted-hearts
Aryn walked the desolate streets, searching for a safe place to get a good night's sleep- that was almost laughable, there's no such thing as a 'safe place' when you're an avatar, and certainly not a good night's sleep, but regardless they walked on.
"God, its dark." They mutter, more paranoid then he was usually when alone. In fact they had to stop themself from looking over their shoulder every five seconds. He felt eyes on him- he could deal with people looking at him, people did that all the time, but even the prospect of something watching him made him uneasy.
"Huh, thats..." Aryn squints, intill it dawns on them what it is, an eye, "oh. Thats.. not good."
He had been attacked by a hunt avatar before and it was not fun, even if he ended up talking himself out of any major bodily harm. Their walking sped up, sure they weren't going to out run any creature, so it was more an action of comfort
Okay, okay. This is fine, Aryn thinks. It wasn't getting closer, only stalking them, maybe it could be reasoned with? Thats such a stupid idea-
"Hey! Uh, thing! You should know that I have absolutely no good meat on my bones!" He actually didn't know whether it responded or not was more unnerving.
The thing was now following behind him. It passed through a streetlight several feet down, and Aryn could see it clearly.
It was a dog, a big one, much bigger than any dog should be. It resembled a Doberman, except it was easily 6 feet tall on all fours. It was missing an eye, but the one it did have was staring straight at them.
It let out a low growl and started advancing faster.
"Oh Its a dog! ...A big dog," Ayrn speeds up his walk, "okay! you're getting closer-" Ayrn ditches walking altogether, opting to just start running in the opposite direction, looking over their shoulder every couple seconds, "Hell no! Not again!"
"Bad dog! Fuck off! ...Please?" Ayrn huffs out between heavy breaths and heavier foot steps. He had a total zero percent of a clue where he was running to, they just hoped that neither did it- to confuse your enemy you must first confuse yourself- or whatever.
"Fuckkkkkk, maybe Samaa is right about dog's." Aryn looks up to the night sky, could he dedicate his own murder to the vast-? to Her? His speed drops to a hobbling jog for a second, then to just plain walking. "If you're gonna kill me do it already! I give up!" He calls out, catching his breath, "didn't anyone tell you not to play with your food? God i hate running."
It stops, as if confused by the sudden halt to the chase. It doesn’t pounce, merely stands and stares at him, looking more curious than the hostile creature Aryn had expected.
"Oh really!? Now you stop??" He asks, "I mean that makes sense for a creature of the hunt- or well thats what I'm guessing, last time I checked humanity doesn't have 6 foot asshole dogs. Speaking of which, I didn't know animals could be avatars, or well I might have met a goat that was one... maybe it was just an asshole though."
"God you remind me of that goat." After a beat he asks, "What? Why are you looking at me like that? Are you not an animal? Are you just like some guy in a dog suit or something?"
"Jeez okay man you're not exactly giving me much to work with... are you just a guy? Like that somehow looks like a dog? Because its that or you've been princess and the frog'd"
"Ayy!" He celebrates getting something right, but taking a second look at the muscles and flesh move made them want to barf, "Actually no that was disgusting, fuck I hate The Hunt, always got to be on something i swear.."
"Well you could have told me sooner! Because I sure as hell didn't know." Aryn sighs "If you weren't going to kill me then what? You just need a quick fear snack? Thought it'd be fun to chase the guy with no shoes? What can I help you with"
"Im so done with Hunt avatars, I haven't run like, that beside because the hunt, since I ran the mile in high school, god. I have half a mind to have the sky grab you, but honestly shes to good for you."
But it’s not. He can feel something watching, stalking him. Waiting for a chance to strike.
@of-hounds-and-haunted-hearts
Aryn walked the desolate streets, searching for a safe place to get a good night's sleep- that was almost laughable, there's no such thing as a 'safe place' when you're an avatar, and certainly not a good night's sleep, but regardless they walked on.
"God, its dark." They mutter, more paranoid then he was usually when alone. In fact they had to stop themself from looking over their shoulder every five seconds. He felt eyes on him- he could deal with people looking at him, people did that all the time, but even the prospect of something watching him made him uneasy.
"Huh, thats..." Aryn squints, intill it dawns on them what it is, an eye, "oh. Thats.. not good."
He had been attacked by a hunt avatar before and it was not fun, even if he ended up talking himself out of any major bodily harm. Their walking sped up, sure they weren't going to out run any creature, so it was more an action of comfort
Okay, okay. This is fine, Aryn thinks. It wasn't getting closer, only stalking them, maybe it could be reasoned with? Thats such a stupid idea-
"Hey! Uh, thing! You should know that I have absolutely no good meat on my bones!" He actually didn't know whether it responded or not was more unnerving.
The thing was now following behind him. It passed through a streetlight several feet down, and Aryn could see it clearly.
It was a dog, a big one, much bigger than any dog should be. It resembled a Doberman, except it was easily 6 feet tall on all fours. It was missing an eye, but the one it did have was staring straight at them.
It let out a low growl and started advancing faster.
"Oh Its a dog! ...A big dog," Ayrn speeds up his walk, "okay! you're getting closer-" Ayrn ditches walking altogether, opting to just start running in the opposite direction, looking over their shoulder every couple seconds, "Hell no! Not again!"
"Bad dog! Fuck off! ...Please?" Ayrn huffs out between heavy breaths and heavier foot steps. He had a total zero percent of a clue where he was running to, they just hoped that neither did it- to confuse your enemy you must first confuse yourself- or whatever.
"Fuckkkkkk, maybe Samaa is right about dog's." Aryn looks up to the night sky, could he dedicate his own murder to the vast-? to Her? His speed drops to a hobbling jog for a second, then to just plain walking. "If you're gonna kill me do it already! I give up!" He calls out, catching his breath, "didn't anyone tell you not to play with your food? God i hate running."
It stops, as if confused by the sudden halt to the chase. It doesn’t pounce, merely stands and stares at him, looking more curious than the hostile creature Aryn had expected.
"Oh really!? Now you stop??" He asks, "I mean that makes sense for a creature of the hunt- or well thats what I'm guessing, last time I checked humanity doesn't have 6 foot asshole dogs. Speaking of which, I didn't know animals could be avatars, or well I might have met a goat that was one... maybe it was just an asshole though."
"God you remind me of that goat." After a beat he asks, "What? Why are you looking at me like that? Are you not an animal? Are you just like some guy in a dog suit or something?"
"Jeez okay man you're not exactly giving me much to work with... are you just a guy? Like that somehow looks like a dog? Because its that or you've been princess and the frog'd"
"Ayy!" He celebrates getting something right, but taking a second look at the muscles and flesh move made them want to barf, "Actually no that was disgusting, fuck I hate The Hunt, always got to be on something i swear.."
"Well you could have told me sooner! Because I sure as hell didn't know." Aryn sighs "If you weren't going to kill me then what? You just need a quick fear snack? Thought it'd be fun to chase the guy with no shoes? What can I help you with"
"Im so done with Hunt avatars, I haven't run like, that beside because the hunt, since I ran the mile in high school, god. I have half a mind to have the sky grab you, but honestly shes to good for you."
But it’s not. He can feel something watching, stalking him. Waiting for a chance to strike.
@of-hounds-and-haunted-hearts
Aryn walked the desolate streets, searching for a safe place to get a good night's sleep- that was almost laughable, there's no such thing as a 'safe place' when you're an avatar, and certainly not a good night's sleep, but regardless they walked on.
"God, its dark." They mutter, more paranoid then he was usually when alone. In fact they had to stop themself from looking over their shoulder every five seconds. He felt eyes on him- he could deal with people looking at him, people did that all the time, but even the prospect of something watching him made him uneasy.
"Huh, thats..." Aryn squints, intill it dawns on them what it is, an eye, "oh. Thats.. not good."
He had been attacked by a hunt avatar before and it was not fun, even if he ended up talking himself out of any major bodily harm. Their walking sped up, sure they weren't going to out run any creature, so it was more an action of comfort
Okay, okay. This is fine, Aryn thinks. It wasn't getting closer, only stalking them, maybe it could be reasoned with? Thats such a stupid idea-
"Hey! Uh, thing! You should know that I have absolutely no good meat on my bones!" He actually didn't know whether it responded or not was more unnerving.
The thing was now following behind him. It passed through a streetlight several feet down, and Aryn could see it clearly.
It was a dog, a big one, much bigger than any dog should be. It resembled a Doberman, except it was easily 6 feet tall on all fours. It was missing an eye, but the one it did have was staring straight at them.
It let out a low growl and started advancing faster.
"Oh Its a dog! ...A big dog," Ayrn speeds up his walk, "okay! you're getting closer-" Ayrn ditches walking altogether, opting to just start running in the opposite direction, looking over their shoulder every couple seconds, "Hell no! Not again!"
"Bad dog! Fuck off! ...Please?" Ayrn huffs out between heavy breaths and heavier foot steps. He had a total zero percent of a clue where he was running to, they just hoped that neither did it- to confuse your enemy you must first confuse yourself- or whatever.
"Fuckkkkkk, maybe Samaa is right about dog's." Aryn looks up to the night sky, could he dedicate his own murder to the vast-? to Her? His speed drops to a hobbling jog for a second, then to just plain walking. "If you're gonna kill me do it already! I give up!" He calls out, catching his breath, "didn't anyone tell you not to play with your food? God i hate running."
It stops, as if confused by the sudden halt to the chase. It doesn’t pounce, merely stands and stares at him, looking more curious than the hostile creature Aryn had expected.
"Oh really!? Now you stop??" He asks, "I mean that makes sense for a creature of the hunt- or well thats what I'm guessing, last time I checked humanity doesn't have 6 foot asshole dogs. Speaking of which, I didn't know animals could be avatars, or well I might have met a goat that was one... maybe it was just an asshole though."
"God you remind me of that goat." After a beat he asks, "What? Why are you looking at me like that? Are you not an animal? Are you just like some guy in a dog suit or something?"
"Jeez okay man you're not exactly giving me much to work with... are you just a guy? Like that somehow looks like a dog? Because its that or you've been princess and the frog'd"
"Ayy!" He celebrates getting something right, but taking a second look at the muscles and flesh move made them want to barf, "Actually no that was disgusting, fuck I hate The Hunt, always got to be on something i swear.."
"Well you could have told me sooner! Because I sure as hell didn't know." Aryn sighs "If you weren't going to kill me then what? You just need a quick fear snack? Thought it'd be fun to chase the guy with no shoes? What can I help you with"
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But it’s not. He can feel something watching, stalking him. Waiting for a chance to strike.
@of-hounds-and-haunted-hearts
Aryn walked the desolate streets, searching for a safe place to get a good night's sleep- that was almost laughable, there's no such thing as a 'safe place' when you're an avatar, and certainly not a good night's sleep, but regardless they walked on.
"God, its dark." They mutter, more paranoid then he was usually when alone. In fact they had to stop themself from looking over their shoulder every five seconds. He felt eyes on him- he could deal with people looking at him, people did that all the time, but even the prospect of something watching him made him uneasy.
"Huh, thats..." Aryn squints, intill it dawns on them what it is, an eye, "oh. Thats.. not good."
He had been attacked by a hunt avatar before and it was not fun, even if he ended up talking himself out of any major bodily harm. Their walking sped up, sure they weren't going to out run any creature, so it was more an action of comfort
Okay, okay. This is fine, Aryn thinks. It wasn't getting closer, only stalking them, maybe it could be reasoned with? Thats such a stupid idea-
"Hey! Uh, thing! You should know that I have absolutely no good meat on my bones!" He actually didn't know whether it responded or not was more unnerving.
The thing was now following behind him. It passed through a streetlight several feet down, and Aryn could see it clearly.
It was a dog, a big one, much bigger than any dog should be. It resembled a Doberman, except it was easily 6 feet tall on all fours. It was missing an eye, but the one it did have was staring straight at them.
It let out a low growl and started advancing faster.
"Oh Its a dog! ...A big dog," Ayrn speeds up his walk, "okay! you're getting closer-" Ayrn ditches walking altogether, opting to just start running in the opposite direction, looking over their shoulder every couple seconds, "Hell no! Not again!"
"Bad dog! Fuck off! ...Please?" Ayrn huffs out between heavy breaths and heavier foot steps. He had a total zero percent of a clue where he was running to, they just hoped that neither did it- to confuse your enemy you must first confuse yourself- or whatever.
"Fuckkkkkk, maybe Samaa is right about dog's." Aryn looks up to the night sky, could he dedicate his own murder to the vast-? to Her? His speed drops to a hobbling jog for a second, then to just plain walking. "If you're gonna kill me do it already! I give up!" He calls out, catching his breath, "didn't anyone tell you not to play with your food? God i hate running."
It stops, as if confused by the sudden halt to the chase. It doesn’t pounce, merely stands and stares at him, looking more curious than the hostile creature Aryn had expected.
"Oh really!? Now you stop??" He asks, "I mean that makes sense for a creature of the hunt- or well thats what I'm guessing, last time I checked humanity doesn't have 6 foot asshole dogs. Speaking of which, I didn't know animals could be avatars, or well I might have met a goat that was one... maybe it was just an asshole though."
"God you remind me of that goat." After a beat he asks, "What? Why are you looking at me like that? Are you not an animal? Are you just like some guy in a dog suit or something?"
"Jeez okay man you're not exactly giving me much to work with... are you just a guy? Like that somehow looks like a dog? Because its that or you've been princess and the frog'd"
"Ayy!" He celebrates getting something right, but taking a second look at the muscles and flesh move made them want to barf, "Actually no that was disgusting, fuck I hate The Hunt, always got to be on something i swear.."
But it’s not. He can feel something watching, stalking him. Waiting for a chance to strike.
@of-hounds-and-haunted-hearts
Aryn walked the desolate streets, searching for a safe place to get a good night's sleep- that was almost laughable, there's no such thing as a 'safe place' when you're an avatar, and certainly not a good night's sleep, but regardless they walked on.
"God, its dark." They mutter, more paranoid then he was usually when alone. In fact they had to stop themself from looking over their shoulder every five seconds. He felt eyes on him- he could deal with people looking at him, people did that all the time, but even the prospect of something watching him made him uneasy.
"Huh, thats..." Aryn squints, intill it dawns on them what it is, an eye, "oh. Thats.. not good."
He had been attacked by a hunt avatar before and it was not fun, even if he ended up talking himself out of any major bodily harm. Their walking sped up, sure they weren't going to out run any creature, so it was more an action of comfort
Okay, okay. This is fine, Aryn thinks. It wasn't getting closer, only stalking them, maybe it could be reasoned with? Thats such a stupid idea-
"Hey! Uh, thing! You should know that I have absolutely no good meat on my bones!" He actually didn't know whether it responded or not was more unnerving.
The thing was now following behind him. It passed through a streetlight several feet down, and Aryn could see it clearly.
It was a dog, a big one, much bigger than any dog should be. It resembled a Doberman, except it was easily 6 feet tall on all fours. It was missing an eye, but the one it did have was staring straight at them.
It let out a low growl and started advancing faster.
"Oh Its a dog! ...A big dog," Ayrn speeds up his walk, "okay! you're getting closer-" Ayrn ditches walking altogether, opting to just start running in the opposite direction, looking over their shoulder every couple seconds, "Hell no! Not again!"
"Bad dog! Fuck off! ...Please?" Ayrn huffs out between heavy breaths and heavier foot steps. He had a total zero percent of a clue where he was running to, they just hoped that neither did it- to confuse your enemy you must first confuse yourself- or whatever.
"Fuckkkkkk, maybe Samaa is right about dog's." Aryn looks up to the night sky, could he dedicate his own murder to the vast-? to Her? His speed drops to a hobbling jog for a second, then to just plain walking. "If you're gonna kill me do it already! I give up!" He calls out, catching his breath, "didn't anyone tell you not to play with your food? God i hate running."
It stops, as if confused by the sudden halt to the chase. It doesn’t pounce, merely stands and stares at him, looking more curious than the hostile creature Aryn had expected.
"Oh really!? Now you stop??" He asks, "I mean that makes sense for a creature of the hunt- or well thats what I'm guessing, last time I checked humanity doesn't have 6 foot asshole dogs. Speaking of which, I didn't know animals could be avatars, or well I might have met a goat that was one... maybe it was just an asshole though."
"God you remind me of that goat." After a beat he asks, "What? Why are you looking at me like that? Are you not an animal? Are you just like some guy in a dog suit or something?"
"Jeez okay man you're not exactly giving me much to work with... are you just a guy? Like that somehow looks like a dog? Because its that or you've been princess and the frog'd"
[Makes the brownies and bake them to perfection. Takes around a few hours until they are done. After they are done. They leave and head out with a baking tray (with lid) to give away the brownies on a small stall in town]
Ayrn walks pass the stall without thought, but after he sees the brownies he makes a hard U-turn, "God I haven't had a brownie in forever," they say walking back up to the stall, "these free?"
"Yyessss!!!" He grabs one and slams it down, to the point where you wonder if they chew, like a man who hadn't eaten in years. "This," he finishes chewing, "is probably the best brownie I've had in... uhh I don't know how long. Thank you, man"
"Hey, dude, whatever makes you happy" Ayrn shrugs, then they pause, "That wasn't drugged and I'm not gonna end up dead in a back alley, right? Nothing against you or your cooking just double checking so I can cancel plans and stuff." For the most part it seems like a joke.
"Exactly! You get me, you need some pizzazz! Me personally I want my death to be a mystery, something unexplainable, you know? Something that plagues the offices on the case. Thats the dream, leave behide a legacy."
But it’s not. He can feel something watching, stalking him. Waiting for a chance to strike.
@of-hounds-and-haunted-hearts
Aryn walked the desolate streets, searching for a safe place to get a good night's sleep- that was almost laughable, there's no such thing as a 'safe place' when you're an avatar, and certainly not a good night's sleep, but regardless they walked on.
"God, its dark." They mutter, more paranoid then he was usually when alone. In fact they had to stop themself from looking over their shoulder every five seconds. He felt eyes on him- he could deal with people looking at him, people did that all the time, but even the prospect of something watching him made him uneasy.
"Huh, thats..." Aryn squints, intill it dawns on them what it is, an eye, "oh. Thats.. not good."
He had been attacked by a hunt avatar before and it was not fun, even if he ended up talking himself out of any major bodily harm. Their walking sped up, sure they weren't going to out run any creature, so it was more an action of comfort
Okay, okay. This is fine, Aryn thinks. It wasn't getting closer, only stalking them, maybe it could be reasoned with? Thats such a stupid idea-
"Hey! Uh, thing! You should know that I have absolutely no good meat on my bones!" He actually didn't know whether it responded or not was more unnerving.
The thing was now following behind him. It passed through a streetlight several feet down, and Aryn could see it clearly.
It was a dog, a big one, much bigger than any dog should be. It resembled a Doberman, except it was easily 6 feet tall on all fours. It was missing an eye, but the one it did have was staring straight at them.
It let out a low growl and started advancing faster.
"Oh Its a dog! ...A big dog," Ayrn speeds up his walk, "okay! you're getting closer-" Ayrn ditches walking altogether, opting to just start running in the opposite direction, looking over their shoulder every couple seconds, "Hell no! Not again!"
"Bad dog! Fuck off! ...Please?" Ayrn huffs out between heavy breaths and heavier foot steps. He had a total zero percent of a clue where he was running to, they just hoped that neither did it- to confuse your enemy you must first confuse yourself- or whatever.
"Fuckkkkkk, maybe Samaa is right about dog's." Aryn looks up to the night sky, could he dedicate his own murder to the vast-? to Her? His speed drops to a hobbling jog for a second, then to just plain walking. "If you're gonna kill me do it already! I give up!" He calls out, catching his breath, "didn't anyone tell you not to play with your food? God i hate running."
It stops, as if confused by the sudden halt to the chase. It doesn’t pounce, merely stands and stares at him, looking more curious than the hostile creature Aryn had expected.
"Oh really!? Now you stop??" He asks, "I mean that makes sense for a creature of the hunt- or well thats what I'm guessing, last time I checked humanity doesn't have 6 foot asshole dogs. Speaking of which, I didn't know animals could be avatars, or well I might have met a goat that was one... maybe it was just an asshole though."
"God you remind me of that goat." After a beat he asks, "What? Why are you looking at me like that? Are you not an animal? Are you just like some guy in a dog suit or something?"
[Makes the brownies and bake them to perfection. Takes around a few hours until they are done. After they are done. They leave and head out with a baking tray (with lid) to give away the brownies on a small stall in town]
Ayrn walks pass the stall without thought, but after he sees the brownies he makes a hard U-turn, "God I haven't had a brownie in forever," they say walking back up to the stall, "these free?"
"Yyessss!!!" He grabs one and slams it down, to the point where you wonder if they chew, like a man who hadn't eaten in years. "This," he finishes chewing, "is probably the best brownie I've had in... uhh I don't know how long. Thank you, man"
"Hey, dude, whatever makes you happy" Ayrn shrugs, then they pause, "That wasn't drugged and I'm not gonna end up dead in a back alley, right? Nothing against you or your cooking just double checking so I can cancel plans and stuff." For the most part it seems like a joke.
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[Makes the brownies and bake them to perfection. Takes around a few hours until they are done. After they are done. They leave and head out with a baking tray (with lid) to give away the brownies on a small stall in town]
Ayrn walks pass the stall without thought, but after he sees the brownies he makes a hard U-turn, "God I haven't had a brownie in forever," they say walking back up to the stall, "these free?"
"Yyessss!!!" He grabs one and slams it down, to the point where you wonder if they chew, like a man who hadn't eaten in years. "This," he finishes chewing, "is probably the best brownie I've had in... uhh I don't know how long. Thank you, man"
"Hey, dude, whatever makes you happy" Ayrn shrugs, then they pause, "That wasn't drugged and I'm not gonna end up dead in a back alley, right? Nothing against you or your cooking just double checking so I can cancel plans and stuff." For the most part it seems like a joke.
But it’s not. He can feel something watching, stalking him. Waiting for a chance to strike.
@of-hounds-and-haunted-hearts
Aryn walked the desolate streets, searching for a safe place to get a good night's sleep- that was almost laughable, there's no such thing as a 'safe place' when you're an avatar, and certainly not a good night's sleep, but regardless they walked on.
"God, its dark." They mutter, more paranoid then he was usually when alone. In fact they had to stop themself from looking over their shoulder every five seconds. He felt eyes on him- he could deal with people looking at him, people did that all the time, but even the prospect of something watching him made him uneasy.
"Huh, thats..." Aryn squints, intill it dawns on them what it is, an eye, "oh. Thats.. not good."
He had been attacked by a hunt avatar before and it was not fun, even if he ended up talking himself out of any major bodily harm. Their walking sped up, sure they weren't going to out run any creature, so it was more an action of comfort
Okay, okay. This is fine, Aryn thinks. It wasn't getting closer, only stalking them, maybe it could be reasoned with? Thats such a stupid idea-
"Hey! Uh, thing! You should know that I have absolutely no good meat on my bones!" He actually didn't know whether it responded or not was more unnerving.
The thing was now following behind him. It passed through a streetlight several feet down, and Aryn could see it clearly.
It was a dog, a big one, much bigger than any dog should be. It resembled a Doberman, except it was easily 6 feet tall on all fours. It was missing an eye, but the one it did have was staring straight at them.
It let out a low growl and started advancing faster.
"Oh Its a dog! ...A big dog," Ayrn speeds up his walk, "okay! you're getting closer-" Ayrn ditches walking altogether, opting to just start running in the opposite direction, looking over their shoulder every couple seconds, "Hell no! Not again!"
"Bad dog! Fuck off! ...Please?" Ayrn huffs out between heavy breaths and heavier foot steps. He had a total zero percent of a clue where he was running to, they just hoped that neither did it- to confuse your enemy you must first confuse yourself- or whatever.
"Fuckkkkkk, maybe Samaa is right about dog's." Aryn looks up to the night sky, could he dedicate his own murder to the vast-? to Her? His speed drops to a hobbling jog for a second, then to just plain walking. "If you're gonna kill me do it already! I give up!" He calls out, catching his breath, "didn't anyone tell you not to play with your food? God i hate running."
It stops, as if confused by the sudden halt to the chase. It doesn’t pounce, merely stands and stares at him, looking more curious than the hostile creature Aryn had expected.
"Oh really!? Now you stop??" He asks, "I mean that makes sense for a creature of the hunt- or well thats what I'm guessing, last time I checked humanity doesn't have 6 foot asshole dogs. Speaking of which, I didn't know animals could be avatars, or well I might have met a goat that was one... maybe it was just an asshole though."
What's wrong with dirt! Dirt is way better than the sky! It's cozy and soft, sky is cold and wayyyy too big.
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- @artifacts-abode
OH! Really!? Dirt is BAD. Its heavy, rough, jagged, pointy, course. I could go on. My love is more than just cold and big! -Not that you could tell a lake from a bay- Shes multi-temperature! She can burn your skin to a beautiful flaky red and the next day freeze till you're fingers go black! And saying that She's 'wayyy to big' is an understatement! She is more than just BIG She is all incompetencing! She is the air in you're lungs that crush it from the inside out like a water bottle full of steam put in ice water, She is the wind tearing at your flesh like knives! She is the only thing at will ever understand and love anyone fully! Never could one be alone when as long as you BREATHE She is there. No need for silly wants or bodily needs when in Sky Blue! To need anything is treason in Her presence <33
Breathing is overrated. You wanna talk about temperature, how about an avalanche catching you in its frigid embrace and freezing the breath out of you, smoke and heat from a fire oh so innocent choking the lungs.
She just sounds like a lot of useless empty space, ya sky simp.
OH NO NO NO. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I DO DIRT BOY- I USED TO THROW PEOPLE INTO SKY BLUE BUT THEN I REALIZED PEOPLE LIKE YOU DON'T DESERVE HER LOVE BUT RATHER TO WISH THE OVER ABUNDANCE OF AIR WAS YOUR PROBLEM
Secondly, I love not being near the sky, it sucks, so to your plan I say Skill Issue. How ya gonna feed your Patron if you don't yeet anyone? Y'know, cause that's all Vast Avatars do, is Yeet.
Okay my bad! I dont know I'll just call you Gunk punk or something- And we don't just yeet! Its BIGGG spaces in general- which (!!!>>) includes (<<!!!) the ocean.
Yeah, but all the biiiig spaces in the ocean do is crush things. It's pressure. The only part of the ocean you can claim is the part close to the sky, after that it's all Buried. And maybe whales, which I will begrudgingly allow you, as they are, in fact, Vast. BUT OTHER THAN THAT ITS BURIED
GAUSVSUQHA I DON'T CARE FOR LITERAL WEIGHT. AIR HAS PRESSURE TOO. THE SKY FREES US FROM SOCIAL PRESSURE AND THE BURDEN OF BEING HUMAN THE GROUND IS ALL THAT WRONG WITH FALLING. And yeah obviously I use the part of the ocean near the sky, just enough to be perpetually drowning, just enough to if looking one way see the ever expansive beautiful sky with all the air that they don't deserve and the other way is the cold unforgiving cruel salt-in-the-wound ocean. Anything farther then that is eww 👎👎
But it’s not. He can feel something watching, stalking him. Waiting for a chance to strike.
@of-hounds-and-haunted-hearts
Aryn walked the desolate streets, searching for a safe place to get a good night's sleep- that was almost laughable, there's no such thing as a 'safe place' when you're an avatar, and certainly not a good night's sleep, but regardless they walked on.
"God, its dark." They mutter, more paranoid then he was usually when alone. In fact they had to stop themself from looking over their shoulder every five seconds. He felt eyes on him- he could deal with people looking at him, people did that all the time, but even the prospect of something watching him made him uneasy.
"Huh, thats..." Aryn squints, intill it dawns on them what it is, an eye, "oh. Thats.. not good."
He had been attacked by a hunt avatar before and it was not fun, even if he ended up talking himself out of any major bodily harm. Their walking sped up, sure they weren't going to out run any creature, so it was more an action of comfort
Okay, okay. This is fine, Aryn thinks. It wasn't getting closer, only stalking them, maybe it could be reasoned with? Thats such a stupid idea-
"Hey! Uh, thing! You should know that I have absolutely no good meat on my bones!" He actually didn't know whether it responded or not was more unnerving.
The thing was now following behind him. It passed through a streetlight several feet down, and Aryn could see it clearly.
It was a dog, a big one, much bigger than any dog should be. It resembled a Doberman, except it was easily 6 feet tall on all fours. It was missing an eye, but the one it did have was staring straight at them.
It let out a low growl and started advancing faster.
"Oh Its a dog! ...A big dog," Ayrn speeds up his walk, "okay! you're getting closer-" Ayrn ditches walking altogether, opting to just start running in the opposite direction, looking over their shoulder every couple seconds, "Hell no! Not again!"
"Bad dog! Fuck off! ...Please?" Ayrn huffs out between heavy breaths and heavier foot steps. He had a total zero percent of a clue where he was running to, they just hoped that neither did it- to confuse your enemy you must first confuse yourself- or whatever.
"Fuckkkkkk, maybe Samaa is right about dog's." Aryn looks up to the night sky, could he dedicate his own murder to the vast-? to Her? His speed drops to a hobbling jog for a second, then to just plain walking. "If you're gonna kill me do it already! I give up!" He calls out, catching his breath, "didn't anyone tell you not to play with your food? God i hate running."
[Makes the brownies and bake them to perfection. Takes around a few hours until they are done. After they are done. They leave and head out with a baking tray (with lid) to give away the brownies on a small stall in town]
Ayrn walks pass the stall without thought, but after he sees the brownies he makes a hard U-turn, "God I haven't had a brownie in forever," they say walking back up to the stall, "these free?"
"Yyessss!!!" He grabs one and slams it down, to the point where you wonder if they chew, like a man who hadn't eaten in years. "This," he finishes chewing, "is probably the best brownie I've had in... uhh I don't know how long. Thank you, man"
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Idk how people like the web. Like UHGGGG stop fucking with fate! just manipulate people normally like a normal person!! Chance is half the fun of life! Gamble for once!!!
[Makes the brownies and bake them to perfection. Takes around a few hours until they are done. After they are done. They leave and head out with a baking tray (with lid) to give away the brownies on a small stall in town]
Ayrn walks pass the stall without thought, but after he sees the brownies he makes a hard U-turn, "God I haven't had a brownie in forever," they say walking back up to the stall, "these free?"
