#chronosbled

Friend's PC sheet + honorable close ups. Dick belongs to @chronosbled (Speka)

Dickson the Recluse (the Serial Killer)

Send ✎ and I’ll draw our muses together. // NO LONGER ACCEPTING.

The man stays and doesn't look away,ㅤinhaling all the words through piteous eardrumbs.ㅤIf anything,ㅤthe steady of the gaze is quiet,ㅤassesing what could be made nextㅤ...ㅤdrowning in the grief he's always so used to as second skin.ㅤThe moment breathes,ㅤthe same postureㅤ—ㅤlupine and tall follows him for a single second before adjusting the fabric of the sleeve for one moment,ㅤkeeping the glove from staining it further.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤYou shouldn't,ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤA calm tone leaves that mouth and becomes a thin line,ㅤeach word that follows isn't sharp;ㅤit's full of honesty deserving of those who try to chew more than they can actually swallow.ㅤOh,ㅤthere have been more.ㅤPerhaps he reminds him of Cain.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤIt's quite far from admiration.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ

❛❛ㅤㅤWhen I look at you like this,ㅤI'm trying to guess if you're enjoying yourself or waiting for a reaction.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThere is the bridge of a pause,ㅤazure sight flicker to Dickson's smile;ㅤthen lift back to meet his eyes.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤIt is always on the second.ㅤIt's getting predictable.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThen,ㅤunexpectlyㅤ—ㅤa softness comes forth.ㅤCalculated,ㅤenough to let the tension ease signaling choice rather than resistance.ㅤIt is but naught a feign momentum.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤThat said,ㅤI don't mind you noticed.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤ

The oldest one shifts weight enough to close the distance by a fraction.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤIf I wanted you flustered,ㅤyou'd know.ㅤYou'll have to try harder.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤGo pester the others:ㅤyou'd find more amusement with them.

˛⠀* Oh, here we go. She knew this reaction was incoming from a mile away. Same story every time. Same old song and dance. Kazu took a deep breath to steel herself before making a dramatic show of carefully removing the bear from Marin’s hands. She held it like a precious gem, showing it off to her wife just to reassure she’d be as gentle with it as she could be. “See? I’ll take good care of him, but we need to make sure he’s safe.”

Now, Haruma? She could make zero promises about him being gentle. That boy did whatever he pleased no matter how many times Kazu got on his ass about it. “I can’t promise he’ll be careful, but I can promise I’ll put his ass in the hospital again if he isn’t,” she offered with a small shrug, “but I’ll be sure to try to prevent a repeat of his prior plush murder for you.” Kazu didn’t normally like to make promises she wasn’t sure she could keep with Marin, so this was about the best it could get.

There's an audible sigh that escapes from the raven's lips as he carefully lowers himself down on the rather large sofa, taking a place beside Kiwa as he gently shifted little Erina in his arms — slowly crossing one leg over the other as his free hand took hold of the small tea cup presented on the nearby side table — who would have known taking care of eleven children would be so difficult, especially when some of said children were old enough to pitch in? "Children are finally asleep so that means we have time to relax," he leans back into the backrest of the sofa, lulling his head to the side so it was now resting upon his shoulder. "I would not survive if you weren't here to help me out as much as you have been. I never predicted my life would turn out to be so... hectic like this." It was rather sad to think of how quickly his life had taken a turn for the worst, especially when he thought he'd finally found the one person who'd stay with him forever. But perhaps it was his own fault for getting so comfortable? After all, he's always lived a life of suffering so he should have known to keep his guard up. "I'm sorry that you have to be here so often though, I'm sure you'd much rather prefer to hang out with your friends than help a grown man wrangle his mess of children." { From Kumaroo to Kiwa like we talked about! }

❥ Kiwa was an incredibly busy woman. The beginnings of running her own business, still occasionally looking after her younger brother (and helping to put him through his college of choice), looking after seven pets. Yet still on top of all of that… always doing and taking on odd jobs. Running a small business wasn’t cheap, and hey, sure— she had her little side hustle to make extra to fund it. Just…. Who always had the motivation to set up for photo shoots and streams? Certainly not her.

… which makes it a really questionable choice for her to have stepped in as a babysitter for a man with not one, not two, but eleven children. Plenty of them were of an age to look after themselves, but plenty more weren’t. It was a lot of work, but she did enjoy it! Not only was she just.. admittedly, a very maternal woman, but she loved Kumaroo. Really, he’d become such a deeply important friend in her time working to help him out. This had certainly become much less about making an extra buck, and more so helping out a friend who needed it.

She settled back into the couch with a sigh, running a (very) cutely manicured hand down her face in exhaustion. “I mean this in like, tha nicest way possible, sweetheart…. But yer kids are fuckin’ menaces,” Kiwa huffed out with a bemused laugh, shaking her head. Seriously… it’s 11 pm!!!!! Go to sleep, children!!!

His words brought a pout to her lips, tilting her head in her friend’s direction on the couch to fix him with a playful glare. “Ay, ay! Ya are my friend, sweetheart. ‘M right where I wanna be! No self deprecatin’ on my watch,” she scolded, reaching a hand over to gently poke Kumaroo’s forehead. Right smack in the center. Really… she wasn’t the type to sit here at ungodly hours drinking (shitty) tea after hours of wrangling toddlers if she didn’t want to be there. She loved him, whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not. Just the way she loved every friend in her life.

“Soooooo…. Cheesy movie n’ dozin’ off on tha couch wit some tea time?”

a beat of silence.

"Look at my fine ass best friend over here, serving up nothing but ass~." A sudden sharp slap is placed upon the female rather large bottom as Obirus just offers forth a grin, making sure to wrap his free arm around her waist as the other holds a tooth pick between his fingers. { From Obi obviously. }

˗ˏ ✩ ⧽ if there was a noise that was the human equivalent of HARD RESET, Pixel just made it. The absolute screech that left that poor creature as they jumped, immediately slamming an elbow into Obi’s stomach on pure reflex. (Ow. Those muscles should be illegal, by the way.)

“OBI!” She damn near shrieked, already trying to writhe out of her friend’s hold. “STOP IT! I’m gonna SNITCH and you will REGRET it!” To WHOM? Who knows. There’s options.

“I will literally finish that new alien R18 game we started ALONE!”

*   @chronosbled​   ||  shefox is crouched,  kimono frosted under the presence of snow.  her arm was extended with feed in her hand,  offering it to the rather round creatures of the forest.  they were happily eating too,  until the presence of a stranger was sensed.  they scurry off quickly  -  raccoons perhaps?  ah . . but raccoons aren’t brown.  

CASKETCAT.

CHRONOSBLED SAID;  Despite not knowing @casketcat for that long, I feel like we really connected and for that I am so grateful! Binx is literally so much fun to talk to and I feel like I never have to worry about anything because of how accepting they are. They're artwork is so absolutely cute and I love how easy it is to throw our muses at each other an expect something wild and crazy (because let's face it, the crap we talked about over Discord with Kiwa, Dimitri, Felix, and Sylvain was hilarious).