#mouffete

[ why don’t we write together ] | Always Accepting

✧: i don’t have ideas so i can’t approach you yet

(( That's okay! I understand that some people may not have ideas to discuss with me right away, and I'm also okay with winging things out or sending RP memes/etc. unless you aren't comfortable with that! everyone has different ways they like to RP and I want to make sure both me and the person I write with are happy/comfortable! /gen

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IT COMES AND GOES. the fear. the dread. the weight that crushes her every single time she's reminded that she's forever in this – this agonizing cage. there's no time nor logic nor a single drop of NORMALITY and it eats at her , god , does it eat her alive. settling in ? like a cinderblock to the skull. like quicksand.

no exit. no exit. it's a chant in her mind , perfectly underlined with that same jingle in the background. her eyes burn. sometimes she closes them and sees AFTERIMAGES of the structures , the colors too vibrant for her to bear.

❛ rough . . . ❜

understatement. she holds onto the question , but it's just a reminder of this reality. she feels her heart shatter , thinking about it again. words are like bracken water at the back of her throat. the room feels so much smaller.

this is all there is.

❛ it’s . . . everything is so loud. and bright. it’s everything- and it’s not even th-the worst part about all of this. ❜ she wanted to scream. she finds she can't. she’d just scare the stranger away. but at least it's someone new. another face , but another prisoner nonetheless. ❛ this can't be it. but – but it is and i have to look at it all every single day- ! ❜

she does hug herself then. tight. she trembles , curls up like a pillbug. let her cave in on herself , let her constrict into nothing. ❛ i want to go home , a-and i don't even know what or . . . where home is. ❜

how can you miss something you barely remember ? a void in your heart , in your head ?

Immediately, this world reminds Sal of the "cartoon" universe he'd briefly stepped into on his path to revival. Except where the other one mostly felt naive, this one manages to be purely unsettling, like he's having another one of those nightmares from when he was fresh from the incident.

...Of course, Sal also happens to be an anthropomorphic wolf in this one. So is his dad.

He avoids his dad and his reflection both as he gets ready for work, which is apparently a part-time job he's picked up to save up before he graduates. Sal must be somewhere around 18 or 19 years old here, then.

That's fine with him. He doesn't feel like revisiting his youth here, though he still pulls his hair up into his usual pigtails and brushes them smooth just like he always used to. Sal is only paying half attention as he walks to work.

It's only when he gets there that he realizes that he never tried to find out where he works, and he's surprised to find that it's a... Diner?

Not only that, but employees are gathered in the main area rather than customers- including who he distantly remembers is his boss. One of Sal's ears flicks without permission.

Topic Meme - Accepting

2. drabbles

I once wrote an angsty drabble that took be 4 hours to write and was around 20-30 paras? But with a certain muse due to lots of plotting with friends? A lot of the drabbles wrote related to a specific verse tended to be a good 10+ paras. I miss drabbles.

They're fun and interesting as it can give insight into how you write someone but also just showcase certain things that you might not get to write about much! I just unfortunately don't have the energy for extremely long winded drabbles anymore. I wish I did! Maybe I'll try and do some more time management so I can do something like that again in the future!

5. dash commentary

I don't mind it. I don't have any strong opinions on it. It's always interesting to see a muses thoughts about other events on the dash or with friends. I just get lost sometimes if things are happening that get commented on and I am not following other blogs, then it seems out of place. But that happens sometimes when you aren't following the same people. It be like that. But as long as everyone is having fun my own minor confusion about events don't matter.

@mouffete // sc

      The puppet can't help but stare at the mime. Always learning of the inhabitants within the circus. Never fulling knowing them, but always knowing who at least exists within said circus. Guests came and went like a virus. You never knew how long someone would stay before suddenly abstracting! 

FOR EVERY PERSON THAT SENDS ME ✭

I WILL GIVE YOU A RANDOM HEADCANON ABOUT MY MUSE.

Grab a marker and write something on my muse!

(Anywhere on their body)