#hard to encompass

[thirdtimed]

beautiful grianful world.. links to all the artists' profiles under the cut :D

linktoo-doodles

jellitchi

avo0930

alienssstufff

cherrifire

grianhate

luniise

tibbycaps

skimmeh

pippeinnit

i linked everyones tumblrs if they had one, otherwise it leads to twitter!

[cubbihue]

may reopen inbox later tonight when i sleep for ideas for maybe new au name ?

I don't mind keeping it Itty Bitty, but, i should probs ask for all yalls inputs since u guys are the ones searching through the tags for my art the most.

Or i might make this the new temp pinned post to gather ideas if people are down with changing the name :O !!!!

[meimeikyu]

mmmm tma pet peeve but when ppl mistag distortion characters,,,, specifically michael

like. michael distorted and michael shelly are seperate and should be treated as such,,, a post should only have tags for both of them if it involves both of them

same for helen but i see less of it for her bcs there is not a lot of stuff about her pre-distortion but still

the distortion as its own tag should encompass both michael and helen distorted, as well as the distortion as its own form unattatched to a 'person'

[rubberduckyrye]

You guys ever think about the tragedy that is Junko Enoshima? That she wasn't a sadistic girl seeking out to hurt others for sadistic glee?

Because everything Junko did was her trying to emotionally abuse herself? That she wanting to feel something so badly that she hurt the people she loved most, and even brought about ruin to the world, simply to destroy herself with it?

[crescentfool]

🍊🫐 throughout time!

[theoldkyokodied]

Also giving access to my tomgreg playlist for everyone who wants to get intimate with my brainworms

[galedekarios]

altonaufein & relationships 🌙

i saw this making the rounds on twitter and wanted to do it for my drow son.

i would like to see more people do it so i'll be tagging (with no pressure, of course):

@voliialpha, @lairofsentinel, @shibepetter, @rahabs, @thenightsong, @leopardmuffinxo, @utopianoverlord, @lokorum, @galfreybaenre, @poreyneel, @hawke, @zahra-hydris, @carusti, @fuzzy-set, @inkberrry, @polygone-moi, @bg3, @bigbraincel

🖤

[svtskneecaps]

yea once again i am really hoping it's not a full blown server, i sincerely do not think qstudios is ready for that kind of undertaking and ngl i'm not either. like as much as i go fucking wild for the multilingual communications, even if by some miracle they completely fixed the legal side of things there's some other stuff that's raising some red flags for me so uh.......

.......can i rant about time zones i just want to rant about time zones i've been sitting on this for like half a year and getting more and more like ??!?!?!!?!?!!!?!!?!!!?!!?!!?

like first of all there have been europeans since the fucking first day of the server and yet very rarely were events scheduled at euro-friendly times and when they WERE it felt like it was because the french fans beat the studio into doing it, which they obviously should not have to do and it would have been SO easy to just hold a couple events at euro friendly times instead yknow trade it off like shared custody because we have the update accounts and if it's on a weekend some americans can just wake up before noon and still catch it live. it would have been so easy i don't get why the euro fans had to fight so hard for this.

secondly why in the fuck would you invite people to a server that is entirely about collaboration without making sure there would be people online during their usual hours and YES this is about the koreans, why in god's name would that not be included as a consideration? the only reason yd interacted with as many people as she did was because she fucked up her sleep schedule like that shouldn't be a requirement. i can think of a couple "blue sky" (i.e. idealistic with no regard for real feasibility) solutions, like "invite a few people from an existing language that stream in that time frame" or "invite another language group in that rough time zone", but honestly i'm flabbergasted. did we not consider this or did we just decide we didn't care?? there's a fucking half day difference between the prioritized server timezone and korea. sorry, but it's a multicultural server; you can't prioritize america forever, even if the server owner is from there

third and less importantly but why in god's name was pepito going to be given a european admin. most of pepito's parents don't come online before midnight in europe. that's fucking insane. that was doomed to fail from the beginning. obviously this is small potatoes in terms of pepito but what the fuck was that. who fucking signed off on that.

[romance-incubomp3]

it does surprise me how niche visual kei is on the gay trans site full of anime/other japanese pop culture fans and self proclaimed old man yaoi enjoyers and the long haired men lovers and goth femboy lovers and gender binary haters. like boy oh boy do I have a music scene just for you

[pinkfey]

“if i turn from doing what’s right, i’ll lose myself” / “then i’m coming with you” / “i know :)”

[magebutts]

no it is actually so interesting though how heavily prioritized the books are opposed to the game. like how are you gonna write an RPG series and constantly remind the players that their parts in their story are worthless and actually only the dev's "canon" matters, a canon that most players havent even encountered bc most people dont read the books (and frankly they shouldnt have to, books should be supplemental and have like, minor tie-ins not be mandatory reading like its a fucking college course)

[ducktracy]

a podcast just dropped reviewing The Day the Earth Blew up!! spoiler warning for plot details of course. posting to get more eyes on it and also because some things stood out to me that i just wanted to archive, UGHHHH i need to see this movie! spoilers under the cut

he describes it as a "Porky Pig movie" which I AM SO HAPPY FOR. i've been saying for awhile now that i so so so so so hope this movie puts Porky back in the public conscious

"you know, whenever doing a Looney Tunes project, Bugs Bunny's the main character, and i realize, actually, Porky Pig is much more perfect for that."

"that's why it's a Porky Pig movie, it's mainly his character development"

evidently Daffy is responsible for Porky's stutter by dropping a bowling ball on his head:

"[as babies] Porky is reading a book, and he's reading with this very eloquent diction, and then Daffy by accident pushes a bowling ball on his head and Porky starts to stutter, and Daffy is like 'ooo' and just moves away"

praises for its usage of Powerhouse, used in tandem with a "psychedelic sequence"

"i really love that part of the story is how Porky learns to appreciate Daffy for being daffy"

compares Daffy to his persona in A Pest in the House, sort of talking about how he causes problems but doesn't have any sort of ill will, he's just out of his gourd and doesn't know he's causing issues

no other LT characters except Daffy, Porky, and Petunia, as well as about "2 other cameos" [one of them being Beans]

there's a bit in the trailer where Porky and Daffy strike The Pose, and it is indeed confirmed that this starts up a mini-LT short of sorts where they try various odd jobs to get the money to fix their house. was speculating that this is the case AND I AM SO HAPPY IT IS.

WHOLE THING IS WORTH LISTENING TO, there's more but these are some of the things that caught my eye the most. i need this movie

[screambirdscreaming]

Not a coherent thesis here yet but I've been thinking lately about the dynamic of.... people who loved you unconditionally as a kid (or on the condition of being family, which is another weird dynamic) - but as you got older that became strained because you grew into someone they didn't expect and they realized that they did have conditions, actually.

I mean. There are people who had conditions all along, but just didn't mention them until you didn't meet them. And there's people who spent the whole time actively trying to mold you into someone who would meet their conditions.

But there's also people who truly didn't realize that you could grow up into someone that surprised them, that pushed their concepts of normal reasonable people. I think often because they themselves were constrained in their childhoods and mentally closed off whole worlds of options of ways people could be, without realizing it. So they thought kids just sort of naturally grew out of those sorts of quirks and eccentricities. Without realizing how much that dynamic was driven by active suppression, and how weird people could get if you just let them.

There's one such person in my life who has truly tried to grow and learn as this has come up, over and over again. And I really love and respect her for it, even if sometimes its a little exhausting to have to keep pushing at it. Keep explaining, and expanding, and not being hurt by her baseline of confusion that I'm still just.... not someone she knows how to expect. Even after all this time. But she does love me unconditionally. And for her that's the baseline, and she's willing to put in the work to expand her understanding of the world to know what it means to love me for who I am, even if it doesn't always come easily to her.

And then there's other people who run into this same tension and don't know what to do with it. They don't realize that loving you for who you are means putting in work to expand their concept of ways people can be. They don't try to overtly push you into not being like that but they keep holding out the expectation that you will, because how are they supposed to love you being like that? And of course as a kid, a teen, a young adult, you don't really have words for it either. You can feel the tension, the dissonance between the way they openly offer love to you that doesn't seem to fit, and the way they react to with confusion or distaste to parts of you that you can't change, or don't want to. Sometimes to things in yourself you can't even identify. So sometimes you make an effort to hide those things and act like they want. And sometimes you buckle down on being yourself. But neither approach really seems to fill the gap. You can't recieve affection and have it fit at the same time.

And eventually it just feels like you've sort of failed each other. By the time you have the words and self awareness to know what went wrong and where, it's too late to draw the chasm closed.

It's not too late to bridge it. But if we make this effort as adults, with the conditionality of adult relationships, you'll have to see me as I am and accept that - or be a stranger.

It's weird, to be like strangers with people who've known you your whole life.

[privartidahos]

PHYSICAL MEDIA TIL I DIE 🗡️ (titane dvd design by yours truly)

[ribesrubrum]

under the mask of pride (fear rises as a guide)

//so i feel...honestly, a little guilty for how little i've been around as of late, especially since things are picking up drama-wise. irl debuffs aplenty will do that to you. but i wanted to get some writing out to kind of describe Carmine's mental state, so. here we are.

//fair warning: this fic is technically kind of offscreen rp in that it's at least canon that ren and carmine talked like this, though i'd greatly prefer it not be spread as a rumor or leak or something. but it also does talk about some heavy topics; namely very heavy self loathing, some mention of parental abandonment and abuse (heehoo headcanoning carmine's parents/why she's like this), mentions of bullying, self harm in the form of hair pulling/trichotillomania, and uh. ...look i'm not gonna beat around the bush, i don't wanna edgelord, i wanna treat this with respect but i also don't wanna sugarcoat it, this gets about as close to implying carmine was about to take drastic measures to alleviate her suffering as i'm comfortable with getting. the less implicit version of this warning will be in the tags. please uncollapse the tags before reading. dead dove: do not eat is in full effect here.

//this is going to be pretty heavy, and also stupid long. feel free to click if you're okay with handling that.

Carmine's listlessness has only grown as the days have worn on, she's finding. It doesn't help that her knuckles are still raw from punching her wall a day prior--she's thankful it seems like the wall fix went off without a hitch, and all she got was a rather stern talking to about making noise so late at night before the teacher that spoke with her went off. Cardigan's been sticking close to her side since Leavanny elected to stay near Kieran at least for a time, but even now, she feels pathetic for it.

Pathetic that she can't help her brother. Pathetic that she can't help her girlfriend, who simply wants to make sure that the whole club that they built together and maintained isn't destroyed because of Drayton's boneheaded move. If Carmine looked deep within herself, she'd be looking at Kiki's actions too, that he allowed this, that he's possibly setting himself up to lose everything. That Drayton's encouraging it, and she's been more on edge than ever and ready to tear someone apart for it. If she doesn't wind up punching him out when all is said and done, she's going to be very surprised.

Cardigan trills a bit from beside her, and she looks down to the flower-less Lilligant, pausing a bit as she looks down. She recognizes that trill, and knows that she's probably being concerning right now. Emotional regulation is still something that Carmine struggles with, even now, knowing that she can't and she shouldn't scream her feelings out to try and get people to understand, that yelling doesn't help, that you have to see other's perspectives. Even if sometimes, they trounce all over your own. Carmine looks down to Cardigan, giving the Lilligant a tired smile.

"...Sorry, Cardi. I know I'm probably not making your job very easy." It's soft in a way Carmine never usually is. In a way that Carmine never allows herself to be--she's all bravado and arrogance because for years, that's what kept her safe. That's what kept her and her brother safe, even if it clipped his wings and made everyone around her hesitant to approach either of them. It was safety, the thorns and briars that she metaphorically planted around herself, letting them spread where she walked and lashing them out at anyone who would even for a second think of hurting her. It was safety, it was lonely, but it was home.

...It's no wonder she likes grass types so much. The Lilligant's gaze only seems to get sadder when she says that much, gentle, leafy hands going to take one of her own as Cardigan stares up at her, as if trying to communicate something with those amber eyes that almost seem pleading. Carmine's hand trembles a bit, because once again she doesn't understand, she can't understand, why can't she--

Carmine hears footsteps, and immediately, her guard is up. She's immediately ready to go on the attack, in case anyone saw her, in case she has to defend being out for a walk in the Canyon Biome with her therapy Pokemon, something she's already received plenty of jabs about--but no. There's a familiar mop of blue hair, and that silly, dorky looking Orthworm is following them and waving with them, as Terry and Mio seem to take over where they left off. Ren's an idiot, in the bluntest of terms, but there's a sense of safety that comes with them. That they can see her, at her worst and most cruel, and laugh and let it slide off their back so easily. Because they were her age once. Her gender once, even, though that's largely irrelevant. They always seem so certain and keep their spirits so high, even if she's the only one they've trusted with some of their worries. And Carmine in turn, has trusted Ren with some of hers.

...They're about as disconnected from this entire situation as they can be, even though they met during that trip. It's as Carmine is contemplating going up to them and being a bother and just turning heel and walking away that the choice is made for her, as they turn around, start walking and see her--

"Oh! Miss Carmine, hey!"

She could walk away. She could just tell them to piss off and lash out, and destroy one of the few unconnected relationships she has with this entire mess, one of the few things that's genuinely hers. She could recede inside herself, lock herself away like she did after she reached her breaking point, when she nearly...

"Hey, Ren. Finally getting your nose out of those cameras?"

The barb is light, half-hearted at best, and could probably make someone deeply passionate a little upset at being teased. And yet Ren takes it in stride, laughing easily as they walk up, Lulu going to Cardigan and just kind of talking with the Lilligant for a moment. "You know it, girlie! Arc, all of these worms are doin' so well, they ain't overwhelmin' the environment nor gettin' overwhelmed themselves--everything's so perfect right now, it's really amazing! Ohh, I gotta tell you about some of the babies, they're just--"

For a brief moment, Carmine thinks she can just get away with Ren going on a hyperfixation ramble and forgetting her own worries in favor of focusing on the things her rival has accomplished. Because it is quite the accomplishment, even if Carmine's definitely harped on them for trying to downplay it before. But their gaze goes to Cardigan and Lulu, falling quickly and their words fading off as Carmine looks, and now everyone looks concerned.

Carmine's posture tightens as she realizes she can't get away with this so easily. She feels their gaze dart back to her, and she's already sure her expression is stormy, and...

"...I think that's enough about me." Fuck. Their voice has softened considerably, and she knows she's done for. "Miss Carmine, are you--"

"I'm fine, Ren." It comes out too sharp, too defensive, and there's a brief moment where she's hoping Ren will just walk away at that. She's shaking, she knows she is, and her gaze averts a bit only to feel not just Cardigan, but Lulu--that stupid, brainless worm--take her hands, wrapping them both in leaves and tendrils, and it feels disgusting and bitter and she wants to run and hide, she wants to tear her hands away--

"...Miss Carmine." Ren's voice sounds so soft, so...sad for a moment, and there's a pause as more footsteps can be heard--Carmine doesn't even bother to flinch, but she feels a tug on both of her hands as she opens her eyes, seeing Ren nod at both Pokemon before looking to her with a smile that's both soft and sad.

"Come on, Miss Carmine. Let's go somewhere else to talk, okay?"

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The trip back to her room is arduous, even though it barely takes more than fifteen minutes. Every agonizing second feels like a walk of shame, but she realizes something along the way. It's only so long because Ren knows their way around here like the back of their hand now; they know where people aren't, because they aren't some social butterfly who likes to help in every club. They take her through an easy but arduous path that leaves her alone in her head, and it takes a couple of second after Ren's stopped for her to stop too.

"...You must have a lot on yer mind to be makin' mistakes like this, Miss Carmine." Ren's voice is soft, non-judgemental, and they don't even flinch when she turns back to face them with something of a severe expression. It's the kind of care and kindness she doesn't deserve, she's sure, but as she unlocks the door to her room and ushers Ren and their Pokemon inside, it's something she finds herself internally thankful for.

Carmine's room is a mess, perhaps moreso than usual. Stress eating will do that, bags of chips and other sweet and savory alike strewn about. Cardigan doesn't even seem surprised, but Lulu, bless his stupid little soul, seems taken aback by it as he draws himself inside. She hears Ren's footsteps as they close the door behind them, a small sound escaping them as they walk in front of Carmine.

"You want some help cleanin' off that bed of yours?" Carmine looks over at her messy, disheveled bed, and it's many snacks and wrappers as well. It's an absolute Tepigsty, more than she'd ever allow anyone to see. She feels herself listlessly nod her head as she looks over to Ren, who's concern hasn't dampened even an inch as they move to help in an instant. She's thankful she's got a vacuum and that it's early enough in the afternoon that nobody's likely around the dorms; Cardigan and Lulu both assist as well as they help clear it off, at least enough to let Carmine sit down on it once they're all done.

Cardigan hops on the bed with Carmine as she sits down, and Lulu rests his head near Ren's feet as he gets himself comfortable on the floor, and Ren looks to her, finally broaching the topic, "Ya look like you got a lot on yer mind, Miss Carmine. You sure everything's okay?"

It takes Carmine a lot longer than she'd like to respond. Cardigan gently takes hold of one of Carmine's hands, gently petting it with her own leafy appendage. The eventual response she settles on is a bitter laugh.

"...I don't know." It comes out so soft and uncertain, it feels like she's a different person entirely when she says it. "I thought everything was fine. I thought...I don't know, I thought that everything would be okay. I really let myself believe that now that I made up with my brother, that everything would go back to some sort of normal, but..."

Carmine's voice pitches higher and higher with every word, and she finds herself shaking a bit. She can't even look at her rival right now, how pathetic can she even get?

"Oh, Carmine..." There's not even that weirdly respectful 'Miss' at the beginning of her name, and a part of her hates that, that she's being seen as sympathetic for even a moment when she doesn't deserve it, she doesn't deserve this, if she'd just trusted Kiki-- "Nothin' is ever that easy, but I remember how relieved ya were when Kiki actually bothered to respond."

"Yeah." Carmine confirms that much, listlessly, but a ghost of a smile traces her face. "...It really filled me with hope, for a second. That maybe things could go back to some sort of normal, that I could really see Kiki for all he is. It wanted to be seen and come into it's own, and I...I didn't know how to do that, but..."

"...But you wanted to try." Ren's words softly intervene. Carmine nods shortly after.

"I wanted to try. I still do. But it's...that big fight happened, and now everything's just...it feels like we're right back where we started."

Carmine's voice breaks a little bit, and try as she might to rein it in, it's harder to get back on track. At this point, she feels, she might as well just give up.

"...I don't know what to do."

Carmine's gaze stays down, because she can't look at Ren, she can't, she just can't. But Ren's words; soft, steady words, a contrast to the cold steel they loved so dearly, pour out none the less.

"...It's a tough position to be in, Carmine. Ya got your brother and it's undyin' need to win on one side, and ya got Miss Amarys tryin' her damnedest to hold everyone together on the other, yeah?"

"Yeah. And it's like--I don't want to destroy the relationship I have with my brother. I want to rebuild it, to let it come into it's own. But I...my beloved is right, even if I worry about saying it. She tries so hard to uphold the rules of the club, of this school, and these--these jerks keep sending her horrible, disgusting things for it. And for what?"

A quiet settles over the room, and she's sure Ren expects her to elaborate, but she doesn't. Not even she knows what, and she's sure Ren gets it by the time they speak up next.

"...I ain't gonna go makin' any assumptions, but...I don't even think I know the answer to that, Carmine."

It's soft, when Ren admits it. Sad, even. She can only imagine what their face is doing right now, and it gets Carmine to laugh a bit. Bitterly, wretchedly.

"Neither do--neither do I, Ren. And do you know how much that kills me?"

Carmine's voice pitch rises, and she feels her free hand drawing into her hair, Cardigan's trills of concern becoming more apparent as she tries to hop over and dislodge it--

"I love Kiki! I love Amarys! I love them both more than life itself and I--if I say anything at all, I'm going to hurt one of them. Both of them, even, maybe, whether I intend it or not! And the little Mandibuzzes on here, flying around and trying to hurt everyone in this school, they'll be on it in an instant, they'll--they'll hurt them both, they'll turn them both against each other, and I--if I do anything, they already know it's my fault from the start, that all of this is, that I was stupid and boneheaded and lied to my brother because I was scared it could've gotten hurt--"

"Miss Carmine."

"--and I told Juliana to lie, yes, I got so worried that Kiki would just get so excited and that Ogerpon could've hurt or done something worse to it, but then my grandfather told me to keep my mouth shut about helping Ogerpon and I--I didn't--"

"Miss Carmine."

"--And then it--it stole her mask, and I've never been more angry in my life at it, and it just--it keeps stomping on others feelings, and it won't believe anyone, and I don't know what I can actually do--"

"Miss Carmine, please--!"

"WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

Carmine's shriek practically causes her to lunge at her friend, the firm tone in that moment making her see someone else. Wide yellow eyes fiercely stare at bright blue ones, as Ren startles a bit at the ferocity in her tone. The quiet over the room is tense and uneasy, and Ren already sees a few strands got torn out because of it. They take a gentle breath in as realization hits Carmine, but she's still for a moment. Still as Cardigan trills with concern, as Lulu looks up with even more concern on his dopey little face, though he looks ready to hold Carmine back more than anything.

Ren's surprisingly quick on the uptake, at least, and they speak up again before Carmine can.

"Isn't that somethin' you should be askin' of yourself?"

Ren's words are confusing, and the confusion must be apparent on her face as they reach her ears. Ren gently breathes, and continues, "I mean it. You've been talkin' this entire time about Kiki this, Amarys that, and I ain't gonna disparage you for that. Sure puts any rumors of ya bein' self centered to bed, not that I believed 'em anyway. But..."

"What is it that ya want, at the end of it all? Isn't that a question that's come up even once for ya...?"

Carmine can't even believe what she's hearing.

"Why does that matter? I've taken what I wanted for years, I--"

"Okay, you hold on a second here." Ren's words are still soft, but there's a firmness to them now that cuts through her words like butter. "When did that stop bein' a question you asked yerself?"

"It doesn't matter--"

"It absolutely does matter? Girl, yer gettin' tugged in two different directions and ya sound like yer long past the end of yer rope."

"Why does it matter when I've been nothing but a selfish bitch this entire time?!"

And that startles Ren enough to actually get them to stop for a second, completely taken aback. Carmine's gaze goes downward, and she's shaking, horribly.

"Those anons were right, okay?! I ruined Kiki's one good friendship because I'm a bonehead, I'm a failure of a girlfriend who can't even help the girl I love so much with her anger and problems other than just being there like a useless cardboard cutout, I deserve this, all of it, even all of the hateful words and it would've just been so much easier if I had--"

Something stops Carmine in her tracks from speaking. Multiple of them, really. Cardigan's hands, for starters, wrapped firmly around one of her own hands; two of Lulu's tendrils wrap around the other, and even Carmine has to admit that she's surprised by how little an Orthworm's head seems to weigh as he rests his head on one of her legs with concern.

The final thing, that she didn't even hear, is Ren getting up and putting a firm, supportive hand on her shoulder, tiny as said hand is. When she actually gets a look at their face, they look like they're about to cry, and for a brief moment she wonders if she's just gone and ruined another friendship.

"Don't--don't you dare talk about yerself like that again, you hear me?"

Oh. That's not what she expected at all; Ren's voice practically trembles as they say that, and it hits something in her. Carmine's eyes well up with tears of her own, and she can practically hear herself sniffling.

"...I'm sorry, Ren." Her voice is so soft, so delicate, so fragile in the moment that she wonders if it's her own. "I'm...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm..."

"I know you are." Ren's voice softens from that point on, and their grip becomes a little easier. A little more slack, but still there. "When did ya stop seein' yerself as someone not worth considerin' the feelin's of, girl...?"

"...I don't know. It was...before that. Maybe when Amarys and Kiki fought that one time. I--I don't know." Carmine's voice is shaky as she struggles to keep herself together, and she feels Cardigan shift and pull her arm into a hug, and the tears start pouring down at that. She can't stop them, even if she's not a sobbing wreck with no dignity. Yet, at least. "...I don't want to lose anything else."

That gets a pause from Ren, who does their best to calm themself down. "Anything else...?"

"...My parents are divorced. My dad was...he was awful. Just a screaming, bumbling oaf who went from job to job while my mom stayed home and took care of us. Though she was...she was way more focused on Kiki..."

Ren listens carefully, nodding their head as Carmine continues.

"I haven't seen either of them in...years. We usually live with our grandparents, when we're not here. Last time I saw my mom, we got into an argument. I asked her why she stopped caring for me. Why she just...tried to leave me with him--"

"...She what?"

Carmine spares a quick glance at Ren's face, when they say that--practically seething with an anger they don't usually express. "...Yeah. She--she said she could only handle one of us, and that I was Dad's favorite, so..."

"Girl." Ren's doing their best to keep their tone level, but the anger doesn't leave. Hell, if anything, it mixes with the sheer unholy audacity of what they heard, leaving them flabberghasted-- "What the fuck is wrong with your mom?"

Carmine laughs, and while it sounds bitter, there's almost some mirth to it. "Yeah. Like I said. We got into an argument last time I talked to her. I told her I wanted an apology for her trying to abandon me, before Dad went and ran away. I...haven't spoken to her since."

"Carmine...what the fuck, that's so..."

A silence hangs over the room as Ren trails off, but Carmine breaks the silence after a few moments.

"...Between this, and the rest of the shit I dealt with at school...I...I didn't want Kiki to turn out like me." Carmine sniffles, tears still coming unbidden. "I thought you had to be tough and mean to make it, but I just...I wanted Kiki to grow up happy. I wanted it to have a better life than me. I was this bitter, mean girl, but I thought I could at least make it so my little brother--it'd have a chance at growing up to be a gentle hearted little dork who had something happy in it's life. But all I did...it all just amounted to...to..."

There's a few seconds more of sniffling before the dam finally breaks, and Carmine just starts to sob without an end. She's pretty sure her makeup is running down her face, if it hasn't been already; she finally just breaks, her tears pouring and pouring down as she sobs wretchedly and loudly, her hands finally being relinquished so she can try, in vain, to wipe those tears off. But still they come; the pain of so much more than a simple inciting incident, but still mostly that.

Ren uses their own free hand to wipe away the tears falling from their own eyes, as they just let her for a bit.

"...I want to stop hurting." Carmine speaks up, and Ren starts for a moment as they listen. "I want to stop feeling like the evil person that everyone thinks I am. But what if I'm just born evil, and there's no changing that...?"

"That's--" Ren speaks up, briefly, but Carmine speaks again and they let her get it out of her system.

"I want to make things better. I want to just know if it's all my fault, I want to know if I'm just--if I'm justified, in being unable to forgive Kiki for some of the stuff it did." Carmine sniffles again, wretched sobs still escaping her. "...I want to be able to be happy again, without feeling like I'm walking on eggshells. I want to make my girlfriend's pain go away--I want to make Kiki's pain go away, and fuck, maybe even Atlas' and some of the others. I want the world to just stop for a bit, at least so I can stop aching like this. I...I think I just want, more than anything, for someone to tell me I've suffered enough for this, or at the very least, that I just haven't grown up to become a little clone of Dad."

"...Is that so much to ask?"

The question is soft, full of despair, but it at least feels...somewhat good, to try and dislodge some of the thorns in her. It's painful and it feels dizzying, but Ren's hand remains steady, even if their own tears come down hard.

"...You're a teenager. A teenager shouldn't--you shouldn't ever have to ask that kind of shit of yourself." Ren's words are soft, with an empathy forged in the same shit they went through. Just without a depressive spiral and a shut-in phase. "You deserve to be happy, Carmine. You made a dumb, boneheaded mistake, but that doesn't mean you're evil. And it sure as fuck don't mean that you've gone and become your Dad."

Carmine pauses a bit, her sobs coming slower as she tries to listen.

"None of that shit yer askin' about, none of it's too much. But how's anyone else gonna be happy--how can ya share happiness with others if ya ain't gettin' happiness for yerself, y'know?"

"Because ya do deserve it. Whether ya want to admit it or not. Yer not evil, yer not your dad, you're literally a confused sixteen year old girl who should've never been made to feel like that."

It's shocking to hear, really. All of it is. Ren says it with so much conviction that Carmine almost believes it.

"...I don't want to talk anymore. I...I think I just want to...cry..."

"...Cry as much as you need, girl. I'll be here as long as you need."

"Don't--don't tell anyone about this, Ren. Please. Everyone has enough to worry about, and I...I don't want to put more on them. Please, I already feel bad enough burdening you..."

Ren manages something of a soft, warm chuckle at that. "...No worries, girl. What we talked about is stayin' in here, I swear on my life."

"...Thank you, Ren."

Carmine cries herself out eventually; by the time she's done, the two of them have shifted from the bed to the floor, bringing Carmine's mattress down to floor level so they could distract themselves until Carmine fell asleep. It's no easy fix, listening to a friend, but...if it makes the burden lighter, then Ren has no problem with it.

They were in a similar place many years ago with no one to help them, after all. It's the least they can do.

[queernarcissus]

"So, whats on the agenda for todays scene zeddyyyy?"

She rolls her eyes, "Well, I thought I'd do something new, but blindfold you so you don't know what I'm going to do."

"Sure, I'm down for that!"

It lays down on the lab table into a jokingly seductive pose. "How do you want me miss scientist?"

Zed giggles a little but tries to stop it by biting her tounge between her teeth. She clears her throat, "Ahem well, bottoms off but, you can do whatever you want with the top."

It starts taking off the shorts it opted for today, wiggling a bit to get the tight latex over it's hips.

"Oh I can do whatever I want with the top hm? Well you better come over here then."

Zed rolls her eyes again, "Be serious! Or I'll gag you."

Bunny smirks, "Oh noooo, how terrible that would be."

"Oh shush," Zed says as she walks over with the blindfold. She holds it out for Bunny to look at, "It's got a custom curse of binding, if I put it on you, only I can take it off you, you okay with that?"

It nods eagerly, "That sounds so fun and so interesting, you'll tell me about how you did it after?"

"Of course! I've been dying to tell someone about it but I also wanted to keep it a surprise; I didn't know who I was going to use it on first so you'd be hearing about it even if you didnt want to honestly."

"Right I'll put it on you, and then get you layed down safely okay?"

"Got it."

Zed is gentle as she places the blindfold on, mindful of Bunnys ears and hair, ties it securely, takes a step back to admire and smiles before gently pushing Bunny to lay down.

"Now, where do I even start," Zed starts talking out loud to herself, part of why Bunny likes scenes with Zed, she speaks a lot, like it's just a subject of an experiment, which in most cases, it is. Honestly it's probably had more sex with Zed on the lab table than in a real bed.

It feels Zed pushing it's legs apart, "Oh! both today hm? Well thats more fun for me!"

Theres a moment and then Bunny can hear Zed clattering around with, something, it's not entirely sure, could be several things - or Zed just forgot where she put whatever it is shes looking for.

The noise stops and then Zed is petting at the base of its ears, Bunny practically melts at that, shes done enough experimenting that she knows exactly where to pet to make that happen.

Zed stops after a couple of minutes, deeming Bunny relaxed enough to get on with the next stage, reaching to trace the hidden seam she knows is along its chest and abdomen.

Bunny shivers at the touch, finally getting a vauge idea of what today might be about.

Its chest is open, machine guts fully on display, Zed poking at a few wires, and - Bunny thinks - taking notes about it all.

The anticipation and clinical behaviour has had it half hard this whole time and prpbably wet enough for a couple fingers straight away. Bunny shivers, arm twitching as Zed touches a certain wire, theres a pause, then she touches another wire. The specific wire shes identified as controlling some sort of pleasure (shes not exactly sure yet but more testing will be sure to help) drawing a small groan from Bunny.

Bunny feels a strange sensation on the wire, then a lot. All at once. And it's all it can focus on.

By the time it stops, Bunny is drooling slightly, and is sure its dick and hole are both leaking.

It hears Zeds voice, "This next bit might hurt."

Bunny lets out a breathless, "Bring it on."

The next thing it feels is so much more than before, it wants to grab and pull away whatever is doing this but. It can't move, it struggles. Realises it's restrained.

Fuck, tears start falling, but they're hidden by the blindfold as the panic starts to set in.

"Red red red, Zed please stop I can't, get these off please, I can't red."

The sensation stops as soon as it says the safeword, but the restraints dont come off.

"Zed let me go, let me out, I can't-"

Its still struggling, trying to fight out of the restraints.

"Hey, hey Bunny I'm trying to get them off but you need to try and stay still yeah?"

Fuck, Bunny is sobbing now, the panicked fight dissapearing as it just lays there.

The blindfold coming off is the next thing it registers, realises its free of the bindings, Zed is gently holding its hands and had coaxed it into a sitting position.

"Hey you're okay, c'mon lets get you somewhere nicer than this."

Bunny doesnt speak, just follows as zed guides it through her base to the cozy bedroom thats shared with her husbands.

Bunny still feels unsure what to do with itself and just stands in the doorway as zed busies herself with who knows what.

Bunny comes back to itself again and its sat next to Zed in the large bed, a pair of colourful boxers on - probably skizz or tangos - and Zedaph, fussing over it.

Bunny pulls its legs up to its chest and lays its head on its knees, arms wrapping around the legs.

"Sorry."

It's the first thing its said since the scene - or well the ending of it.

Zed has a slightly uncomfotable look on her face, "No, you don't need to apologise at all, its on me," she pauses, holding out some water for Bunny, which it takes.

"Was it the pain, or the restraints?"

Bunny holds up two fingers, sipping at the water.

"Right okay, is this an everytime thing or?"

"Pretty much." It shrugs.

"Can I ask why?"

Bunny doesnt really want to share but, Zed looks so earnest, so worried, it caves. But only a bit.

"Trauma stuff, y'know how it is."

Zed looks down, nods, "Yeah, I do."

She takes a deep breath and blows it out before looking up again, "Is there anyone who knows more that you'd rather be here than me? or be here as well?"

Bunny shrugs, "Not really, I think Etho vaugely knows something but I've not said anything, and from what I've heard Etho is not great at aftercare anyway."

Zed grimaces a little at that but nods, "Yeah, Etho tries but, not the best."

"Just more people in general being normal might help though? You could ask the guys to come over?"

Zed nods, pulling out her communicator, "You sure? They're pretty noisy sometimes."

Bunny smiles a little, "Yeah, I'm sure, noise is a good distraction sometimes.'

Zed sends a message and puts her communicator down, ignoring the immediate pings of responses, "They'll be here soon."

Skizz bursts into the room a fraction of a second later.

"Bunny! And Zed! I hope you're ready for cuddles!" He smiles wide, sharp teeth on display, but so unintimidating."

Bunny cant help but smile a little more as Skizz bounds over.

"Hey buddy! Ooooh you're wearing a Skizz special! The paint zags!"

"What?" Zed beats Bunny to the question.

"Well, those specific pair, those are the paint zags."

"Do you name all of your underwear?"

"No! Don't be silly! Just the ones that aren't a clear design. And I mean those *are* paint zags."

Bunny tunes out the details as it finishes off the water, waving at Impulse as he steps into the room, completely unnoticed by the other two who are either still bickering about naming underwear or the conversation has devolved because of 5 different tangents, Bunny doesn't really have the energy to care or to figure out which it is.

Impulse sits himself down next to Bunny, offering it a cookie, "From Scars, still warm."

"Still warm? You spoil me."

He gently nudges it with his shoulder, "Well, maybe you're secretly my favourite, don't tell them though." He nods his head at Zed and Skizz, who were now holding hands and she was seated in his lap, still continuing their conversation.

"Yeah, they're a bit too weird for you huh?"

That gets a laugh out of Impulse, "Yeah, maybe, at least you're normal huh?"

That gets a scoffed laugh out of Bunny.

"I mean compared to most of you hermits I probably am pretty normal, although, not sure this is normal aftercare."

Impulse shrugs, "Aftercare doesn't have to be anything specific, as long as all people involved in the scene end up feeling okay then its fine, even if it is a little unconventional."

"Mmm, I suppose," It finally takes a bite of the cookie, groaning at the wonderful tase and flopping into Impulse slightly, "Thank you so much for this."

Impulse gently puts an arm around it, "No worries," Before turning his head, "Tango stop lurking over there, and come over here."

Bunny feels the slight heat from tango as he approaches, "Hey." She waves at it.

"Hey." Bunny waves back, very halfheartedly, energy waning a lot

Tango smiles at it, you should get some sleep.

"Mmmm only if you keep my pillow warm."

"Sure."

Bunny watches through half lidded eyes as Tango snuggles himself into Impulses other side.

"You've got youre very own podcast background noiseificator to fall asleep to as well huh." She says, gesturing at the other two, who seemed to now be talking about... eggs?

Bunny nods slightly, "They're pretty good at it honestly."

"Zeds voice has always been quite soothing." Agrees Impulse.

Bunny mmms in agreement, falling into the arms of sleep.