#↝ 🐇 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 ( asks )

[splittinghares]

@splitsuit asked: " it wasn't supposed to end like this. "

[ hit 'em where it hurts prompts. ]

many civilizations have done their very best to predict the fall of humankind, but none of their guesses have proven accurate. the will of the deified remains enigmatic, and life trudges onward. to think that beings so trivial could possibly understand the desires of their all-powerful lord and master — truly laughable.

that's why it's funny. what you've said. it's so very funny, to think that either of you could have anticipated exactly how this was meant to end. IT'S HIS GAME AFTER ALL. you've never even seen the rulebook. he just drags your pieces around the board, dealing out wins and losses at his discretion. apparently, he's tired of this one.

I WAS A HEAVY HEART TO CARRY,

MY FEET DRAGGED ACROSS THE GROUND.

hare's smiling up at you in a way that many would find infuriating. it's a lopsided, bleary sort of thing, and you realize that their eyes aren't entirely focused on you anymore. your touch is far-away, your voice coming through as if their ears are full of cotton. the pain is an afterthought at this point, providing none of the clarity its stabbing ache might've prior.

AND HE TOOK ME TO THE RIVER,

WHERE HE SLOWLY LET ME DROWN.

their hand raises, and though it trembles, they persevere. fingertips smeared with that all-too-familiar RED, RED, RED! swipe at your cheek in a clumsy attempt to cup your face. they don't understand how they know this is the last time, but they do. it all feel horribly final. they feel so heavy. HEAVY IN YOUR ARMS. even their eyelids are struggling to remain lifted, so they can earn themselves a few more moments of your company.

WAS IT WORTH THE WAIT?

ALL THIS KILLING TIME?

they can't speak to you, although the desire to find a voice they don't have is more present than ever. it would be simpler, they think, to deliver their last confession. their arms have gone far too numb to move through the motions of signing even a single word, let alone all of the things they might want you to hear. perhaps it's for the best, they think. it wouldn't be any blessing.

ARE YOU STRONG ENOUGH TO STAND,

PROTECTING BOTH YOUR HEART AND MINE?

the small hand tucked against your neck slackens, slowly at first but then all at once. their arm slides down your chest, dragging lines onto your suit. they'd apologize, normally, when they woke up. but they won't be waking up this time.

this day, hare finally gets to sleep. because it never mattered whether or not you let them. the only opinion that ever had any bearing on their continued existence was his. AND HE SAYS " GOODNIGHT ".

[splittinghares]

;; I mean this as a compliment, your writing reminds me a lot of toby fox and how he writes the player dialogue for undertale/deltarune! it's humorous and nice to read.

king can confirm that i read this, put my hand over my mouth, and started to cry. i know it might seem silly, but this is so touching.

undertale and deltarune are both very important to me. i've been into undertale since it came out. i won't trauma-dump here, but undertale's story reminded me that you can experience so much and still endure. that you can stay determined. so being in the place that i am right now, and having something like this said to me? ... i know i'm getting very emotional over very little, but being compared to someone i admire so much, who created a piece of media that touched me so deeply, is ... it means a lot. thank you.

[splittinghares]

@the-actor-himself asked: 🤝 + 51 (random) [ fifty reasons to touch someone ]

6. ACTOR touches HARE ... on a falling tear.

playing at kindness doesn't suit you, and yet it's what you so love to do. you build a world where you can be the hero, but your bricks are the loved ones you have betrayed — the strangers you have imposed your self-important whims upon. no utopia is free, and yours is especially bloody.

whenever the mask slips, it does not end well for anyone who has the rotten luck of being within your company. hare has seen you at your worst — they have seen more than most, in truth. they carry a metaphorical backstage pass to the most despicable moments of your life. and yet, it is difficult to prepare. they can never truly be ready.

who or what opened the door that brought them here matters not. what does matter is the throbbing of their head, the way the floor is spinning and making the patterning of the carpet multiply endlessly within their swimming vision. one hand has curled around the quickly-growing lump on their brow, while the other struggles to support their weight as their stomach threatens to rebel.

the tears are not of sadness, but of pain, stinging at their eyes and smearing their reddening cheeks. the shock of it all has them completely at a loss — while they have experienced quite a bit of violence in their time, they were unprepared to be assaulted with a book over the sin of making a floorboard creak.

their next inhale burns with the scent of whiskey. hare's body jolts under your touch, though their disorientation gives you the advantage. you're able to nudge their hand out of the way, and all they can do is loosely grab onto your wrist. a paltry attempt at keeping you away, and it doesn't do anything to stop you. one of your hands cups their cheek, keeping their head steady so you can inspect the damage. they hiss in a breath as you move snowy tresses around. they would do anything to make you let go. don'ttouchmedon'ttouchmedon'ttouchme.

once you're satisfied, your move to hold hare's face in both hands, tipping it upright so you can look them in the eyes. their pupils are blown, and though they're bleary, there is obvious fury smoldering within them. you smile in a way that comes off as purely patronizing, exhaling a sigh that spills the stink of alcohol into hare's nose.

your thumbs stroke at the tears that continue to fall. "you really should know better," you say, and hare's lips twist into a bit of a snarl. the pounding within their skull still has their vision playing tricks on them. they see copies of you, all looking down at them with that holier-than-thou look on your face. "i would never hurt you. i couldn't hurt you. why must you always put yourself in harm's way? is it just so you'll have another thing to blame me for?"

hare bares their teeth. you afford them what is meant to be a very tolerant shake of the head, then release them, causing them to stumble forward. they release your wrist so they can catch themselves, bent hand-and-knee as you rise to your feet. "i suppose we all have to have a villain in our stories. on that, we can agree."

[splittinghares]

@jumpinagain asked: ❝ you’ve got me in the palm of your hands. you could crush me and i would still thank you for touching me at all. ❞ [ it's all about the yearning prompts ]

it's becoming increasingly difficult for hare to evade the way they feel about you, and you aren't making it any easier. what had started as an attempt to help those working on building infrastructure for the new colony by clearing out a field of debris, has culminated in a trip to the medbay. hare isn't surprised that you managed to get yourself hurt, but they're comforted by the fact that it was merely a bump to the head, rather than anything more severe.

this is the last time hare is allowing you to do the grunt work, they've decided, even if you'd clearly found a bit of fulfillment in getting down-and-dirty. you're complaining quite a bit, but hare can't find it in themself to be terribly annoyed. their gaze is soft as they sit by your cot, helping you keep the ice against the goose egg that's formed within your messy black tresses. your examination found no sign of a concussion — which had you outraged, whining about how it had to be a concussion if it hurt this badly.

at one point, you decide that the ice is hurting more than helping, and you ask hare to put it down for now. they agree, as they don't really have any reason not to. sighing, indulgent but concerned, hare elects to gently take your face into their hands so they can examine the bump themself. that's when you mumble those words, breathless and earnest, like a prayer.

I WILL NOT ASK YOU WHERE YOU CAME FROM. I WILL NOT ASK — NEITHER SHOULD YOU.

it gives hare pause, for longer than they would like to admit. they cannot pretend they aren't affected. and yet, your blind devotion ever-prods at sore spots within them, and this too has them worried about the dynamic the two of you are trying to sustain. but they are not as strong as they wish they could be. hare's eyes close, and they suck in a deep breath through their nose, before turning your face back towards them.

JUST PUT YOUR SWEET LIPS ON MY LIPS — CAN'T WE JUST KISS LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO?

with a great deal of hesitance, hare moves to lean into your space. they do not kiss you, as to do such a thing feels akin to throwing themself off of a cliff. but they do, so-carefully, nudge their forehead into yours, curtaining you in their wild white hair. you are sharing air, and you do so for several moments, as hare's thumbs stroke over your cheekbones. featherlight. nothing close to crushing.

when they finally pull away, it is to meet your dark eyes and shake their head. if you would put yourself within their hands, they would never so readily squander that trust. even if they don't feel very worthy of it.

[splittinghares]

@pleasuretomeetme asked: Jonas grins. There’s a thin lock of freshly-bleached hair dangling over his forehead. “ I dare you to let me do a pink stripe in your hair. ” [ truth or dare time! ]

MABEL'S FRECKLED NOSE CRINKLES, a reluctant sort of smile curling at the corners of their lips. it's so hard for them to resist indulging you, even when you're being a total idiot. they're sat upon the bathroom counter, watching you fuss with your hair, both of you unbothered by the heavy chemical smell. changing your appearances is something the two of you have enjoyed doing, creating your own unique styles that defy who you used to be, who they tried to make you be. they support your experimenting with your hair color — their own hair felt different enough with a chop and its natural blonding, so they haven't really felt moved to do more.

after a few moments of contemplation, the captain finds themself rather lacking in reasons to refuse you. it seems fun enough, after all, and they aren't exactly the type to back down from a challenge. they sift through their thick hair, pulling it forward, untucking it from their ears so that the strands hang in a way that's more available to you. "just don't fuck it up," is their answer, wry and knowing, already aware that you'll be careful but unable to keep their fingers off of your pulse. "if i end up looking ugly, i'll shave all of your hair off in your sleep."

[splittinghares]

@rosetintedgunman asked: Wilford popped in with a grin. "Hey Hare. Got a dare fer ya. I got a basket here. Fill it with as many things as ya can hold in one go." [ truth or dare time! ]

hare frowns at the offered basket, seemingly not catching the hidden meaning. the actor neglected all sorts of lessons, you see, not just the one causing the latest outrage. they lower it, peering down at the decently-sized vessel and struggling, briefly, to think of what in the world they might attempt to fill it with.

eventually, the viewer seems to make a decision. you watch as they lower themself onto the ground, sitting down in the grass — and using those small, talkative hands to scoop fistfuls of dirt into the basket until it is full.

they nudge it towards you once the task is complete.

[splittinghares]

@pleasuretomeetme asked: Jonas sends a paper airplane zooming across the room to bounce off of Captain’s back. The moment they turn to him with a raised brow, he grins, flopping down further onto the couch as he continues to regard them. “ You’re the only person who really gets me, y’know? All this pointless story bullshit, dragging everyone in circles. ”

He spins a finger over his head. “ I’d say you’re the big pair of scissors that cut me out of it, but I guess we really gave each other a pair. It’s nice. You’re the only bastard I’d let beat me at twister for the rest of our lives. ” They put their hands on their hips and Jonas’ grin widens. With air quotes, he repeats, “‘Let’ beat me at twister. ”

He lands on his back on the couch. “ Just you fuckin’ wait, I’ll find a game I’m better than you at. ”

[ tell my muse why you care about them ]

THE CAPTAIN had not taken apart the invincible piece by piece, life by life, in your name. to say such a thing would be not only discredit the captain, but the affect that the crew upon it ( some above others ) had on their state. however, to pretend that the actions of the person you were before did not leave a mark upon the person they were before — that would be just as untrue. the shadows of who these two were, in tandem, cast light onto the people they are now.

if they were to be honest with themself, they did not imagine a life lived alongside someone else when they walked out of that shattered story and into the world beyond. but there you were. there you were. you were new. and so were they.

you are the only person that can mock them as they are now. the paper airplane is kicked away, towards the bin of other creations of a similar nature — the two of you have filled up boxes with paper animals, many-sided shapes, tiny stars. they can't help but feel their annoyance ebb into fondness as you continue. they are capable of great anger. but this is not one of those times.

your words leave a mark on them that makes them feel vulnerable. while they are capable of feeling vulnerable around you, it still isn't an easy thing to do. every cell in their body resists the idea of being weak. it's reflexive, really, their attitude, as they reply with a dismissive, "maybe you'd have better luck making up a game of your own. that way, you could stack the odds. actually give yourself a chance."

there's a pause as you huff, clearly unhurt but ready to act grumpy for the sake of it. the captain watches you for a moment.

the sheaf of paper sitting upon your chest is discarded to make room. limbs tangle together as they nudge their head in underneath of your chin. you breathe in deeply, and you can smell the crisp scent of their favored shampoo. they weigh very little, despite the obvious musculature you can feel as you stroke your hand over their back, shifting to embrace them, keep them close.

"you're my favorite bastard, too, i guess." you can feel them smiling against your shirt.

[splittinghares]

@pleasuretomeetme asked: ❤️+🖤 [ ❤️+🖤 positive & negative traits meme ]

captain seems to ponder their answer for a moment, staring intently into your eyes. their gaze weighs heavily on most, but not you. in fact, they find themselves satisfied when their wide-eyed look finally cracks the serious face you’ve put-upon, and you succumb to laughter.

they lean back in their seat. “you let me do whatever i want,” captain says, cheekily, accepting the dig of your boot beneath the table. it’s well-earned. “fine, fine. you’re pretty much the only person i can stand. and it’s because you’re special. we understand each other in ways everyone else could never.”

a pause, as they consider you. “but you’re a fucking blanket-stealer.”

the chair is knocked out from beneath them as you tackle them to the floor for a wrestling match. captain lets you win, this once.

[splittinghares]

@dreamingofmuses asked: ✨ [ send ✨ to get showered in compliments ]

hello friend! i am so sorry for taking so long to get to this ask, frankly it got buried and i am a forgetful little thing sfdhbdsg. anyway! we haven't really roleplayed much but i really enjoy having your blogs on my feed! you have such an upbeat personality and you're very approachable. a very kind, giving person. my husband talks about you a lot kdsfhhdgf, it's clear that you've made a very good impression on him, too. we both love your characterizations! i wish we talked more but i still enjoy what i see of you! be well and thank you for your ask, i'm sorry again for taking so long to answer it!

[splittinghares]

@jumpinagain asked: " you're such an idiot. " [ send in “ you’re such an idiot. “ for the sender to clean the receiver’s wounds while lightly scolding them for being so reckless when the receiver show up on their doorstep for medical attention. ]

hare contemplated refusing you outright, but their mouth closed once they recognized that trying to explain their disturbingly-high pain tolerance to you is probably not going to garner the best reaction. the scars that litter their skin beneath this stuffy uniform would probably scare you.

they watch you, eyes following the way you carefully wrap the knuckles of their injured hand. your lecture about hare leaving such repairs to the professionals is being heard, in a sense, but not digested. truthfully, it's difficult to be particularly concerned about your physical wellbeing when it's never permanent. the scars, maybe, but not the pain. not the death. comparing it to a video game felt trite, but if the shoe fits ...

all at once, they're aware of gloved fingers against their chin, tipping their head up. the depths of their grey eyes find your face, just in time for you to give them a gentle shake, as if to rouse. "captain, are you even listening to me? i'm not saying all of this for my health. it's for yours, actually. quite literally."

you're used to hare simply staring at you, and they do, holding your gaze for a few moments. then, hesitantly at first but with increasing sincerity, they just smile, and shake their head, the petulance of it all but tangible. you huff, clearly annoyed, but hare can see you trying to resist the urge to grin back at them.

[splittinghares]

@pleasuretomeetme asked: ✨ [ send ✨ to get showered in compliments ]

i am very biased as your spouse but here i go!! hello ily, you are legitimately my inspiration. you are such a brilliant writer. you are so creative, your ideas are always brilliant. your actor has truly shaped how i understand the character even beyond the page. our chemistry extends to our writing and so i never have a bad time with you, as we always play off of each other fabulously. i legitimately could answer this like a dissertation so im trying to keep it brief, but truly, honestly, you make me so happy, both on the blog and off of it. each and every character you take under your pen, you create something magical with them. you take them places that i didn't originally foresee but that i, once there, could never unsee. like??? villainois??? dad actor and baby star?? and oh GOD don't get me started on charlie. charlie is my baby and i will END anyone who hurts him. asfkjbdh i could go ON but i won't, not here. god, just. keep doing what you're doing. im so happy to be with you, each and every day. your mind is always so captivating to me. i could listen to you talk about your characters for hours and hours. mwah mwah big kisses!! so many smooches for u and your brilliant boys.

[splittinghares]

anonymous asked: Hello, Captain. Could I bother you for a truth? What is your favorite pastime, now that you're out of the loop? [ truth or dare time! ]

THE CAPTAIN IS, INDEED, BOTHERED. they, quite literally, have no interest in entertaining questions like this. they feel pried at, overly seen. they don't appreciate having an audience. but here you are, and there is your question, and they suppose they need to answer it.

"i really like food." mostly things with strong tastes, things that are exciting and flavorful. they love sour candies, they're not at all intimidated by spice. "watch a lot of movies, too. mostly the bad ones." they can get behind a good book, sometimes. but it depends on what it's about. they loathe a romance. "mostly, i just keep to myself. it's nice to be able to sit around and do nothing, for once. i'm taking it slow. i'm tired of fast-paced. i'm tired of always having to do something, always needing to be somewhere." their eyes travel over you, from the top of your head to the soles of your shoes. " ... always having to answer to someone."

their eyes narrow. you suspect it might be best to back off, now.

[splittinghares]

anonymous asked: captain, truth. did all of them really deserve it? [ truth or dare time! ]

warning: i normally wouldn't put these at the top for an ask but i feel like i have to for this one. please be advised that this ask discusses a pet being unalived. there is also a lot of aggressive + negative language directed at animals, specifically dogs, in general.

THE CAPTAIN WATCHES AS YET ANOTHER HAPLESS, HOPELESS HUMAN COUPLE MARCHES PAST THE CAFE WINDOW. the tiny wooden stirrer they've dropped into their cup of tea threatens to snap between their fingers as the two pause before exiting their sight. what delays them, to the captain's visible distaste, is how eagerly their large, boorish dog is sniffing at the potted plants that decorate the cafe's stoop. they're laughing, clearly amused by their beast's stupidity.

they try to ignore the way their stomach twists when the thing lifts its gaze and those black, thoughtless eyes meet theirs. the creature barks. it fucking barks, and the stirrer splits in two, the lower half disappearing beneath the surface of their earl grey. they feel the way their lips form a snarl, and the only thing that keeps them from losing this little staring contest of theirs is the fact that the owner of the dog tugs on its leash. the captain sees as the owner says something, though they cannot hear it through the window, and the mangy little shit is redirected.

even as the trio finally leave the captain's sight, the look on that dog's face seems burned into the backs of their eyelids. they pinch the bridge of their nose. a migraine is starting to develop. they knew they shouldn't've come here. not right now, not when they've been feeling like this. it was just a dumb fucking animal, why were they letting it bother them? they had far more important things to worry about than some pathetic, brainless little mutt.

GUILT IS AN UGLY LOOK ON YOU, CAPTAIN!

they have to get out of here. they don't look too hard at the bill they leave on the table, uncaring if it's too hefty for their meager tab. their cup is trashed with shaking hands, the captain unrepentant as they elbow a stranger out of the way so they can get to the door.

every time they so much as blink, THEY SEE HER. it stabs like a knife between the ribs, whether they want it to or not. a few steps more, and they're out in the middle of a field, away from civilization. lost amongst fields of tall grasses and weeds, they collapse into the brush, clutching at the dirt with gloved hands and asking the space between them and the earth why, why, why?! they can find even an ounce of affection for a STUPID FUCKING DOG!

as the tears begin to sting at the corners of their eyes, they can't help but remember hers. they recall all other members of the crews' helpless, hapless looks so fondly. but hers? they would lie if you asked, but they'd made it quick. painless and swift in a way that none of the others had been. they would never tell you how it'd been a mercy, because sparing her would have meant slow and agonizing starvation, and keeping her would have meant dredging up a kind of affection they could not find themself capable of for any being on that ship, even her.

did they all deserve it, you ask? no, she didn't.

THE CAPTAIN SCREAMS AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS, to the point where they ache from the strain.

they do not regret what they did. they will never apologize. they will never wish that they could go back and alter the past. but to pretend that there was not even a single cost would be a lie, and you have forced the truth.

[splittinghares]

@rosetintedgunman asked: Wilford sits down near Captain. "Hey. Got a truth fer ya. An' really, it's 'cause I'm nosy more than anythin' else. Ya were caught in stories an' loops fer so long… Do ya any sorta bucket list of things ya wanna do now that ya can?" [ truth or dare time! ]

THE CAPTAIN'S SCOWL MAKES IT VERY CLEAR HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT YOUR PRESENCE. you nudge up close to them, and they immediately shift away, posture tightly-wound. shoulders drawn inward, muscles coiled as if to prepare to deliver a blow. their memories of you have not been lost, but much of their sentiment — not just for you, so try not to be offended — has been completely blown to smithereens. ( haha, good one. )

however, your question seems to somehow provoke their interest. perhaps it's the pandering nature of it, the way it plays right into their most pressing desires. maybe it's you grasping at the last remaining string that might tie you together and tugging on it, even if it might snap from the pressure. their lips purse, brow furrowed with both withheld aggression and thought.

"alright, pinky pie. i'll bite." is that a warning, or a concession? they delight in the double entendre. "been trying a lot of food. that's up there. going to places i think look interesting, on my own terms. lots of games to play. lots of tech to try out."

a brief pause, as their eyes return to yours again. "mostly, i've just been keeping to myself. i never really got to be alone, before. there was always somebody watching. even when they wanted me to think there wasn't." they cock their head, looking you up and down. "even you. everybody treated me like i was the headliner at the fucking freakshow. best part is when they tried to pretend it was out of love."

they stand up, their heavy boots kicking up a bit of dirt as they do so. even at their small stature, they manage to appear firm as they tell you, "you're no different. you can lie to yourself all you want, if it makes you feel better. but i'm done dancing for all of you. i don't want your applause. i just want you to leave me alone."

before you have a chance to react, THE CAPTAIN IS GONE. if you take a moment to consider their departure, you realize they didn't so much walk away as they disappeared. might've had something to do with that flash of blue light, but who's to say?

[splittinghares]

@the-actor-himself asked: △ "do you really believe I enjoy hurting you?"

[ triangle truth meme: muse must rate question 1-10 on how little they want to answer it && then answer it honestly ]

a strained grimace colors hare's face. they don't make a move to answer, not immediately. there is a clear debate going on inside of their mind, as they try to wrap their thoughts into a shape that actually makes sense.

[ TEN. ]

their hands are quivering as they work through their answer. they look at you with contempt, but it becomes increasingly questionable whether or not that aggression is directed at you or themself.

[ I DON'T THINK YOU EVEN CARE. THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS IS YOUR OWN PLEASURE. ] they stumble, fingers hovering in the air for a moment. it's clear that their inability to give a plain response is frustrating for them. [ OR NOT. MAYBE YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND IT. MAYBE YOU'RE SO SICK AND TWISTED THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN COMPREHEND WHY THIS ISN'T FUN FOR ME. ]

hare's lip curls, and you imagine that, if they could make a sound with that throat of theirs, they might just growl. [ YOU DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE. I DON'T GET YOU. I DON'T KNOW IF YOU HATE ME, OR IF YOU THINK YOU LOVE ME, OR SOMETHING IN-BETWEEN. ]

all at once, you both seem to become aware of the fact that there's tears running down hare's face. they pause in their signing to scrub at them with their sleeve. [ I DON'T KNOW WHERE I STAND WITH YOU. BUT I'M PRETTY SURE I JUST WANNA RUN AWAY. FAST. ]

[splittinghares]

@lvckyflannel asked: ❤️ ! [ ❤️+🖤 positive & negative traits meme ]

[ YOU DON’T GIVE UP, ] they say, simply, with very little delay. [ NO MATTER WHAT, YOU KEEP GOING. YOU KEEP SMILING. ]

even if they can’t really understand such optimism, themself, they still manage to admire it in you. they would usually find such a sunny attitude endlessly annoying. you make it look good.