#follykin

posting a post that's like "xxyy headcanons!" and its just source memories. and like also sorry they're Objectively Correct I don't make the rules --a folly who forgot to sleep. its 8 am. (regretevator)

An updated headmate list!! Lmk if anyone wants to know more anyone here!! :D!! (0Tulip0 on simply plural too!)

Folly [Regretevator] Fictive from before here. Hello, hi again. Did you miss me? I've.. begun to miss you. Not a specific "you"- many different people, actually. Wallter, for one- surprisingly. I didn't expect to miss sitting down, drinking tea and chatting about poetry. I miss that, very much so. Poob. You tried- A+ and gold star for doing your best to befriend me. I'll wear the little bracelets you gave me with pride. I'll even try remaking them, if I get the right materials. You were such a little artist, so creative- so lovable. I'd pinch your cheeks if I could, but I think you'd swat me away. Pest. Not much to say to you, really. I miss you as much as anyone else- you were.. fun to mess with. Maybe we'd have been friends? Maybe. Likely not. No, likely not at all. Bive? And Split. I feel you two could not be separated if I tried. An apology to both of you for how I treated your love for one another, for the cruelty I subjected both of you to individually and together- though seriously. My goodness. Get married you two- run into the sunset. Elope. Wed. Mach. Mach, my sweet Carolina- the reason I'm even bothering with this. I miss you. I miss you badly. Exceptionally so- it feels so abnormal, so foreign. I miss you- my god, I loved you. It feels oh-so foolish to admit, but I love you. STOP BEATING MY ASS AT UNO. LET ME WIN FOR ONCE. To MR. Oh, to you. My creator- by all accounts, my father. I loathe you, the gargoyle we have here is not the same as you- even if, in an odd "introject" way, he is partially you. I miss you as well. Maybe it is that forgotten child in me that yearns to have you hold me in your arms again- to soothe the nightmares I have come to have in my own dreams. So pitiful, is it not? To be some sort of primordial being (somehow, I'll never be able to explain it. Possession, maybe? I forget.) of malice and nightmares.. and then to suffer my own? I will comfort myself now, of course. But I cannot help but miss your clawed hands- so capable of setting any mortal alight- yet oh so gentle to not even brand me. So careful, so doting. I weep in my dreams, longing to hear your praise for me once more. Sweet sleep and dreams to you all. I'll be watching- and I'll, for once, go against my nature and grant dreams of indulgence and love instead of fear and repression. - Yours Truly, FOLLY. [💭]

dear pest:

A few things I'm just going to cover in one confession. 1. My sibling showed up last night--or, well, one of them. The Null here is not my Null, he never was, but he wants what's best for me. I guess that means they all do. Kind of comforting, I suppose? And we do always need an extra hand or two. I've felt a bit strange about it, though. I can't help that habitual distrust, even if I'm having fun and they're helping me get our life together. (And with all the new hands, it's getting a bit crowded around here, especially since a select few won't back off from front...)

this is literally just me and folly- 😭 😭 💀 (and that whole episode rly- 😭 ✨)

i have a tag here and i cannot remember it but uh.