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Alright, so I've been pretty much pulling away from the WTNV fandom over the past few months. Because of that, I'm gonna be putting this blog as well as several others under indefinite hiatus.

If you're interested in keeping an eye on me or whatever, you can find me here.

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Send ❣ for my muse's reaction to your muse telling them to strip

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My muse has been kidnapped for experimental 'research.' After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in?

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Brown sugar and the faint scent of bourbon

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The scent was familiar, but old, and felt like once forgotten childhood dreams suddenly remembered. Memories didn't so much pop up so much as gently saunter forward, allowing him time to enjoy them as one would enjoy a lazy Saturday morning.

He thought of home. His dear, chaotic Desert Bluffs, years before everything started to go wrong. He thought of the breakfasts he used to eat as a child, the ones that needed sugar but everyone always put in too much just because they could. The days seemed so perfect back then. So easy. He used to stare out the window, watching sand swirl across the ground, catching the morning rays and lighting up like they were on fire. Sometimes he'd chase after them.

He thought of the first time he tried to drink alcohol. The odd scent that filled his nose, the way the liquid soured on his tongue, the disgust he felt that had quickly turned to fascination as the alcohol burned its way down to his stomach. He still hated alcohol, but the feeling was almost worth the taste.

He thought of Cecil. Of warm embraces and gentle words. Of patience and the overwhelming relief that he is finally safe. 

He thought of what once was. What now is. He smiled.

He thought of home.

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Since memories triggered by scent are the strongest...

Send my muse a scent and see how they’ll react to it.

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      "I keep.. hearing something.."

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"You're crazy"

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        "And that’s why we make such good pals~"

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Send me "You're crazy" and my muse will say one of 10 things.

Randomly generated response. 1-10

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What kind of "charactershaming" sign would you hang around my muse's neck?

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Send me 'Songbird' and I will put my music on shuffle and come up with an AU based on the first song I hear.

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He took a step back as Cecil strained to move, unfortunately too slow to stop his tumble over the edge, but he caught him by the shoulders and at least stopped his head from hitting the ground.

     "Ooohh, Smiling God," he murmured, eyes widening. This isn't good. He can't call for help; who would come? They set Cecil into restraints, after all. He wasn't sure what to do. Could he touch Cecil? Move him? He hoped he could, because he carefully scooped up his double, holding him bridal style and making sure to get a good grip before easing himself to his feet.

      "Come on," he said as he went for the door, "let's get you home. Just hang in there, alright?" A laugh escaped him as thoughts of things hanging in his studio came to mind. Pretty things, glistening red and gray, strewn across the desk and over shattered glass..

The door was surprisingly unlocked, so he pulled it open and, checking both ways, started down the hall, murmuring gently to Cecil as he went. He was going to have to steal a car and get out of Desert Bluffs; help for a Night Valian was unlikely unless re-education followed it. His sister city was only half an hour away, less if he high tailed it. Maybe he could get there in time for Cecil to get help.

Before he knew it, he was in the parking lot, picking out a car near the front gates. He set Cecil down for the moment, shielding him with his own body as Kevin shattered the driver's window, unlocking the doors. He picked Cecil up again and hurried him over to the passenger side, setting him inside the car and making sure he got buckled up before heading back to the drivers side and leaning down under the steering wheel. Hotwiring was a questionable skill of his, but it proved useful as he quickly started the car up.

Then they were out the gates, pushing for Night Vale. It felt weird to see Desert Bluffs on the horizon.

It didn't quite seem to click in Kevin's brain what was happening. Just Cecil. Strapped to a table. Maybe he's waiting for the Smiling God's light to burn into his retinas. The thought forced a giggle from him and he stepped further into the room, allowing himself to be seen. A smile stretched unnaturally across his face, his barely visible pupils blown wide from a possibly high dosage of.. something. "Your eyes look so pretty like that, Cecil!" he chirped.

He howled wordlessly, struggling like a wild beast against the leather that kept him there on that burning hot table.

He was bare for all to see; as if someone has stripped him down and prepped him for that same vivisection from his teens. Someone spoke, someone in a masking grin and a bright voice. A monster that had come to slice him open and stretch out his insides like fuck holiday garland.

Cecil tasted so much blood.

It poured from his nose and he coughed suddenly, the bright red spraying from his lips.

And that did it

The inside of his skull exploded with searing hot pain from the sudden pressure and jarring caused by the cough and Cecil couldn’t help but seize up and a agonized arch.

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      "Really good taste, wow! I haven't seen some of these styles in a while!"

He turned and returned the kiss, feeling giddiness rise in his chest. Oh, it felt great to see such a well formed wardrobe, full of color, lights and darks all neatly arranged.

He stepped forward, flicking through the clothes with practiced ease, occasionally pausing at a suit and studying Cecil's form with a critical eye. Sometimes he muttered that the shoulders looked too wide, or the colors didn't fit Cecil's skin tone, pulling the clothes from the rack and replacing it in the same spot, simply inverting the direction of the hook. He'll get a better look at those later.

Eventually he pulled out a plain shirt and vest, another vest, and a pair of dress shoes and black pants. "This'll do for now. Go on, go put them on. I gotta see what else is in here." Like hell he's not gonna peek.

"Did you really think I wore all that silly stuff? I might be a little odd but I’m not without taste!"

Cecil smiled and kissed Kevin’s heated cheek before resting his head against Kevin’s. He’d never seen the man’s face light up like that and it was really a delight to see.

"Why don’t you pick out a few things? Then I’ll go ahead and model them for you. No peeking though!"

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So would anyone be interested in a starter? I've got possessed!Kevin laying around if y'all wanna rp with him, or pre-Strex!Kevin 

I've also got opens if anyone's interested

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     So. Many. Suits. Wow.

Kevin stared at them like they were made of gold, awestruck. Which, really, he shouldn't be, but all he's ever seen is that one half of the closet. He didn't know.

      "Oh, Smm-hmmm-- you gotta model a few for me!" He turned to Cecil, beaming like a child. "If we've got time we totally should. Let's do stuff, come on!"

"Well I know that, that’s why it’s on this side of the closet."

Cecil gave Kevin a confused look before he realized that his lover had never once opened the other door. Cecil rolled his eyes and reached over to slide the other door open to reveal pressed shirts of many a color and various suits tailored to Cecil’s shape. It was a huge difference to the side that Kevin had been initially looking through.

"You’ve been living here a month and you never looked in the other side of the closet? Shame on you darling—"

Cecil pointed to another shirt in the violet spectrum. 

"It’ll bring out the color of your hair I think."

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Those violet eye once so bright and wise are black now. There is no sadness or tears or memories. Only smiles! Smiles and smiles and-- a bright, wide, unnatural smile that would seem painful. And blood-- so much blood poured from that nose like a faucet-- "K-Kevin! You sh-should smile more!" The voice slurs and stutters, though also pained in spite of the bright tone and blinding smile.

Send me a nightmare, if my character is scared of it, you win.

And the smile. Fuck, it was more twisted than he remembered. Too many teeth in that smile, and the corners of his mouth looked like they were fraying. Multiple smiles flickered to existence behind Cecil, all familiar, all terrible. Some of them laughed. Some spoke and whispered to him. One was attached to a form, bright and hazy, painful to look at.

This was chaos. Chaos and blood and Light and whispers and noise so much noise and words he couldn’t bear to hear. And Cecil’s rose above it all, pained yet bright, crimson and gold and terror and he couldn’t breathe there’s so much pain and pain and pain—

Kevin’s eyes snapped open to darkness and his mouth opened, back arching, trying to breathe but finding something over his face and there’s something around him, constricting him, keeping him in place oh god he can’t move he can’t breathe—

It’s a pillow, he realized. Blankets around his body. He can breathe. He struggled to tear the pillow away, lungs finally drawing in air. He fought his way out of the blanket, but his foot snagged as he scrambled out of bed, sending him crashing to the floor.

He couldn’t feel his heartbeat and now he smelled blood. Blood. Oh god, is Cecil okay is Cecil hurt was the dream real is he back in Desert Bluffs oh please god no he can’t be back no no no no no no no— 

The bedroom door opened and someone hurried in the room, footfalls familiar. Kevin pulled himself from the tail end of the blanket, putting a hand over his heart, eyes wide, afraid he’d died and he was about to be sent to hell.

Hands touched his face and he jumped, looking up into those warm violet eyes and oh he’s okay he’s okay this isn’t Desert Bluffs they’re both okay it’s going to be okay. He reached up and dragged Cecil down to the floor, pulling him into a desperate embrace and still smelling blood. His nose hurt. Maybe he hit it when he toppled.

"It’s okay," Cecil cooed, returning the embrace and gently rubbing Kevin’s back. Kevin couldn’t bring himself to offer up any explanations and Cecil didn’t ask for any. They’ve both had enough nightmares to know how bad they can get.

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Send me a nightmare, if my character is scared of it, you win.