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reminder skippy has a personal blog @mud-skippy !!! a place you can see my deranged ramblings over a variety of fandoms instead of just the rp ones lmao

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"Every couple months or so I have to Yell about how much I fucking hate that there are really people out there that look at another living breathing human being and decide theyre lesser over the Stupidest shit that ultimately doesnt effect them At All or I will fucking Explode."

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"'I'm an asshole to other people because they're assholes to me' gee I fucking wonder why. Have you thought about, oh I don't know, not being a bitter cunt?"

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Open RP - Xander Matthews

"'Rate your pain', the fuck does that even mean?! Everyone's always asking me that, but whatever I say is never the 'right' answer!" Well, pain must be pretty bad if he's getting snippy about it, for one thing...

"Rate your pain, my goddamn leg hurts, I got stabbed, the fuck else do you want?!"

And yet he answers anyway, the number definitely too low for what he's dealing with. "Fucking- A five, is that good enough?" In normal people terms? It was about an eight.

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Open RP - Xander Matthews

"No, let them run their fucking mouth, makes kicking their ass more fun that way."

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He simply offers a grin as she seats herself next to him, Xander always carrying the enthusiasm of a golden retriever whenever he was meeting someone new. "Pleasure to meet you too, miss Kiko! I take it you're rather familiar with the piano then, yes?" A rhetorical, seeing as the answer was sort of obvious. "How would you feel about helping me practice a bit? Since I'm assuming you're here to play anyway?" A sunny smile and a bright eye, Xander pauses for a second before starting to stand as he seemed to realize something.

"Here um, sit on my other side, if you could, please? Be easier to talk to you that way." If she hadn't noticed before thanks to the hair covering his right eye, the lack of an eye would become rather clear when he moved the bright red locks out of the way to show her the patch covering it. "If you plan on staying, that is."

@xrxdqueenx cont. from (X)

Posture relaxing with the realization he wasn't in some sort of trouble (something that was rather common in his day to day, as one might imagine, though was typically met with annoyed indifference at best, as one might imagine), the rebel gave a chuckle as she stepped closer. "Thank you. I haven't played in a few years now, actually. I was rather surprised I still remembered how to play that one, but once I started, it...was like I'd never stopped."

Keying out the first handful of notes of the song he'd just been playing, there was clearly something behind this; the piano and why he'd stopped playing, but it was something that would fade away with those notes for now as he tried to shake off the melancholy air that had settled around him.

"I'm Xander Matthews, by the way. Or well, Alexander, but Xander sounds much more interesting, don't you think, miss...?"

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"Is it really that odd I don't know how to make tea?? Is that common knowledge?" A pause, "...I swear if this is some sort of fucking British joke-"

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Open RP - Xander Matthews

Though an injured Xander wasn't anything new, he at the very least knew about whatever the problem was and was simply ignoring it until it went away. This time though, when trying to stand up from his classroom desk once the bell rang, he near immediately ended up on his hands and knees in a topple of chair and desk. He just...stared at the ground, eye wide and bewildered, like he was just as surprised as everyone else that he had fallen.

"I...I can't...I can't move?"Everything just felt heavy, like his limbs were being pulled down to the ground as if they were magnets, refusing to budge, something that had Xander looking a bit scared, it was so out of nowhere.

"I can't fucking move??"

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The 'threat' only pulled a laugh from Xander, it not being seen as one even if there was intent in his voice. "Oh trust me, I know you will. Fighting you is fucking pointless, even I know that." Stubborn as he was, that was saying something.

"Eh, I dunno about that, they just got cockey, mostly. They wanted me alive, planned to torture me to see what else I knew, not that it would have worked. Been through worse than anything they could do to me..." No doubt they would have tried to go after someone he cared for after that proved fruitless, the thought making Xander nauseous as he tried to tidy up alongside Levi the best he could. He would die before he let someone else pay for his stupidity.

He didn't get very far in his own cleaning, mostly just piling up clothes and broken bits of things to be dealt with later, the rebel not even able to clean up much of the blood seeing as most of his towels were already soaked with the stuff. "Fuckin' hell, if all this is from that one guy..." He'd be dead, just like a majority of the other men who had taken him via Fuyuhiko and Kyle's hands. "I know I was just defending myself, but..." He didn't let himself dwell on it, Xander giving a slight shake of his head and a deep sigh in an attempt to push the thoughts out of his head.

"...Yeah, that would be great, thanks. I'm sure you know how to get blood out better than I do." Standing from where he'd crouched down in an attempt to mop up the larger pool of blood, something he only half succeeded in with the lack of clean towels, he looked...defeated. "...This is pointless, isn't it? Trying to pick up in here, at least right now. I'm going to need a new bed, and dresser, and lamp, and...everything. Feels like I'm back to where I was after..." His family had died, were the unspoken words, Xander only having gotten back on his feet after getting to Hope's Peak. "Fuck..."

A heavy moment of silence, it clear that it was going to take Xander some time to bounce back after everything that had happened to him. He would bounce back, just like he always has, but it would take time and support, even he knew that. "Hey, um...you know I don't normally ask for anything, but I..." Another pause to look around his room with a sigh. "It's just, I know you'll understand, and that if you don't want to, you'll just say it. Makes it easier to ask for things, knowing I'm not actually putting you out, you know?"

"Can, um...can I...it's...I don't...want to be alone right now. I'm...I'm scared, and you...you'll keep me s-safe, at least as much as you can, and..." Even someone like Xander had his limits.

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While most people probably found issue with Levi's whole 'inability to care' thing, it was the very reason Xander had gone to him in the first place. Yes, Levi was strong enough to help him move things around, but so were a few of his other friends, friends that would fuss and worry and ask so many questions, and he was just too tired for that right now. The agreeance had the rebel breathing a sigh of relief, and while his exhaustion was still a heavy weight on his shoulders, he was able to relax some now as he gestured for his classmate to follow. "I'm not just going to stand there while you clean my room, Levi. I'll be careful, promise." An attempt at his usual cheery grin, though it couldn't reach his eye, and it was all too quickly lost amongst the dark circles and bruises blotched across his face.

"As for the wall and shit, that'll take too long, and I'll probably have to wait a day or two anyways. It's not too cold out, so it shouldn't be a problem." Who needs glass in their window pane anyways.

Once nearing his room, the door not even fully on its hinges, it took a shove to get it to open in its dilapidated state as it dragged across the floor. "I'd warn you that it's a lot, but I know you don't give a damn." Something he sounded grateful for, it meant to be a simple fact as opposed to a dig.

And alot it was, the room in absolute chaos; furniture was overturned and broken, clothes and various belonging strewn across the floor, there was a large, body shaped hole in one of the walls with a dark red handprint that trailed off into a smear of blood beside it. And speaking of blood, it was on damn near every surface, a majority of it pooling near the bathroom sink where several bloodied towels lay in a heap on the floor.

Walking into the room, Xander just stood in the center of it all, looking perhaps the most tired anyone had ever seen him. "There were four of them, grabbed me when I walked through the door." He began to explain, talking for the simple sake of filling the silence and ignore how horrible he felt. "They tried to gag me, tie me up, and toss me out the window. It...didn't go as smoothy as they expected it to." That had him smirking despite him not usually being one to boast about his strength. "No one ever actually thinks I know how to fight, that I'm all talk. Sure showed them, huh? Took them half a mile before they actually managed to catch me."

Then the smirk fell, and he just looked tired once more, standing there amongst the tattered chaos of his life tossed about the room. "Anyways, all I really want is to be able to lay down, so just...I don't know, help me clear a spot for the mattress to go on the floor, I guess."

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It really was a stupid question, Xander now painfully aware of that fact as he stepped into the kitchen proper....or maybe that was just the headache throbbing behind his....was it still considered behind his 'eyes' if he only had the one? "Hah...silly question, wasn't it? I worry about you at times, of course you would do the same for me." An easy admission and an even easier smile, but one that switched to a wince as the motion sent a bolt of pain through his head, and the buzz of static through the air.

"I uh...did Kyle tell you about those girls that wouldn't leave me alone? Well, one of them has a brother and heeee...didn't like that I turned her down. Sooo..." A gesture to his eye with the hand that had been holding his bandana over it, though the blood wasn't from the usual culprit of the socket itself, but a cut on his cheekbone just below the patch. "I hate when they wear rings, rich fucking pricks."

It was said with a sneer as he dabbed at the cut with a finger to see if the bleeding had stopped, his bandana being waded up and stuffed into his pocket when he could see it had a moment later. "I'm...I'm sorry I worried you, Amai, really. Do you, um...do you have something for me? Or am I too late to dinner." A joke as he moved over to the sink, gloves being taken off to join his bandana in his pocket as he washed the blood from his hands, his knuckles only slightly bruised this time from the most recent fight. "Oh uh, can you help me clean up my face a bit? The cut's bad enough, I don't need that look from Mei if she sees it all while it's still fresh."

@the-ultimate-muses continued from here (x)

While Amai genuinely did want to make sure the rebel and everyone else at Hope’s Peak that had issues with food were eating right, a part of the reason that they offered to make him things was the challenge that came with creating dishes with such strong flavors or more interesting texture varieties than they would have with their own meals. Though, even if the two of them didn't have that much to talk about outside of, maybe, their partners or just general small talk that is if they talked at all or they just ended up listening to Xander info dump to them about true crime or something along those lines, they had grown somewhat attached to him. It was… somewhat new for Amai to just want to be friends with a guy, but they didn't dislike it either, especially since Xander was such a nice one, though that didn't come without trouble, too. 

Even if Mei could reassure them that Xander was likely alright whenever he wasn't there to get a meal or whenever Amai should expect to not see him, it didn't stop them from worrying about the rebel when he wasn't there. 

“Wah, of course Amai got worried. Xannie is Amai's friend, right? It's only natural to be worried when you dunno where a friend is… yeah?” Were they friends? It was hard for them to be able to tell given the last time they had those, they abandoned them soon after. At the very least, Amai thought they were, and that was enough for them. “What were you doing this time anyway?��

Honestly, with how Xander lived, Amai had no way of even guessing. There were too many things that it could be, but since he was here, they could at least mentally mark off anything that would get him arrested.

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@despairs-memorial cont. from (X)

While most people probably found issue with Levi's whole 'inability to care' thing, it was the very reason Xander had gone to him in the first place. Yes, Levi was strong enough to help him move things around, but so were a few of his other friends, friends that would fuss and worry and ask so many questions, and he was just too tired for that right now. The agreeance had the rebel breathing a sigh of relief, and while his exhaustion was still a heavy weight on his shoulders, he was able to relax some now as he gestured for his classmate to follow. "I'm not just going to stand there while you clean my room, Levi. I'll be careful, promise." An attempt at his usual cheery grin, though it couldn't reach his eye, and it was all too quickly lost amongst the dark circles and bruises blotched across his face.

"As for the wall and shit, that'll take too long, and I'll probably have to wait a day or two anyways. It's not too cold out, so it shouldn't be a problem." Who needs glass in their window pane anyways.

Once nearing his room, the door not even fully on its hinges, it took a shove to get it to open in its dilapidated state as it dragged across the floor. "I'd warn you that it's a lot, but I know you don't give a damn." Something he sounded grateful for, it meant to be a simple fact as opposed to a dig.

And alot it was, the room in absolute chaos; furniture was overturned and broken, clothes and various belonging strewn across the floor, there was a large, body shaped hole in one of the walls with a dark red handprint that trailed off into a smear of blood beside it. And speaking of blood, it was on damn near every surface, a majority of it pooling near the bathroom sink where several bloodied towels lay in a heap on the floor.

Walking into the room, Xander just stood in the center of it all, looking perhaps the most tired anyone had ever seen him. "There were four of them, grabbed me when I walked through the door." He began to explain, talking for the simple sake of filling the silence and ignore how horrible he felt. "They tried to gag me, tie me up, and toss me out the window. It...didn't go as smoothy as they expected it to." That had him smirking despite him not usually being one to boast about his strength. "No one ever actually thinks I know how to fight, that I'm all talk. Sure showed them, huh? Took them half a mile before they actually managed to catch me."

Then the smirk fell, and he just looked tired once more, standing there amongst the tattered chaos of his life tossed about the room. "Anyways, all I really want is to be able to lay down, so just...I don't know, help me clear a spot for the mattress to go on the floor, I guess."

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i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

- Amai to one of your guys

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When sharing a meal with Amai had become a near everyday occurance, Xander didn't know, only that it had become an unspoken argreement that he would wander into the kitchens at least once to see what the confectioner had come up for him that day. It was nice, the effort they were putting into making meals that he could enjoy either texture or even flavor wise, Xander not having to rely on hot sauce to make food less boring anymore. Even still, he hadn't expected his absence to be noticed, Xander simply walking by the kitchens on his way back to his dorm when he'd seen Amai out of the corner of his eye, and he knew immediately he was in trouble. Again.

"You were worried?" Obviously, dumbass, they just said that. "I mean, I'm...sorry? I didn't think..." He mattered enough to worry about.

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"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

i've dealt with enough pain over the years.

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....i. forgot to actually Make A Post about my new personal blog @mud-skippy . how. has it taken me this long to realize---

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before i forget ive been meaning to post these for a While now lmao