notafuckingnut: ([wee]: think think think)
[PUBLIC video]

[The Richie that greets the network today is much smaller than usual, in the ballpark of seven, although even now he's mostly limbs, like a puppy that hasn't quite grown into itself yet. He stares at the screen with wide eyes, fear currently kept in check, but it looks like it could spill over at a moment's notice; he's seven today, and for the next few days. Seven wasn't exactly the best of years.

He's got his knees pulled up to his chest and skinny arms wrapped around them, and he chews on the inside of his lip for a moment before actually addressing his communicator.]


Seth? Are you there?

I can't find Buster.

[Buster's a green stuffed bunny with two different button eyes Richie didn't go anywhere without until he was about ten. Honestly? He's probably under the bed, but like hell is Richie looking under there right now. He is most definitely on TOP of the bed.]
notafuckingnut: (dazed & confused)
[Backdated to we shall say YESTERDAY.

Consequently, the Richie who shows up on the network looks about semi-miserable. Not intolerably so, but certainly like he hasn't been sleeping. Stressed out.]


Okay I take it back. Feel free to complain.

Just...not so loud or I'm gonna have to come over there and bash your brains in or something.

I don't even get why this is happening. I didn't do anything, I didn't say anything to anybody, there's just no...

[Ehhhh and now it's worse. He pulls his glasses off and shoves his palms into the space they vacated, as if pressing them into his eye sockets will actually help in any way.

Surprise. It doesn't.]


This is bullshit. Can it just be over already?
notafuckingnut: (I'll be in my bunk)
[A/N: Backdated to the day after the Quirks Flood ended.]


Something's up with Jack, don't know if we're ever going to get him back... )

[PUBLIC - audio]

[It's an accident, the first time he flips the feed on, a coincidence of fingers and a need for something tangible, and while there's no image to accompany it, the voice is recognizable, although...uneasy, bordering on anxious.]

Just...stop.

[The feed cuts out as suddenly as it started.]


[PRIVATE to Castiel - audio]

Stop looking. I'm not doing anything.


[PRIVATE to Lua - audio]

You holding at all? I need...something.


...Stop the planet of the apes, I wanna get off.
notafuckingnut: (ehhh)
[VIDEO - (accidental) public]

[He doesn't want to be here.

That's obvious enough to anyone, receiver or no. He said yes to get the angel off his case, to make him go away, and he's here so he won't come looking for him, but that doesn't mean he wants this. He doesn't understand why he needs to, what he could possibly get out of it, and so what if he said it would be Good for him, that it would Help; he doesn't care if he graduates. Not really, not right now anyway. Not if you can leave without it, not if people that are supposed to matter don't stick around. He's defeated, and miserable, and apathetic, and abandoned, and PISSED, all roiling together in an incomprehensible and disjointed mess, the whole thing colored with a sense of wrongness that creeps at the edges of awareness and slips away just out of reach under closer scrutiny, and he feels like he's going to split apart at the seams but he can't articulate WHY.]


Why do you need to work in a greenhouse anyway, doesn't it all just grow? It's not like you need to help it with that, it can do it on its own.

[SPAM for Castiel]

[Knock knock on the greenhouse door; you're going to have to let him in.]


[A/N: Richie is completely affected because pshh sticking to the original plan, what's that? GIVE HIM YOUR FEELS.]
notafuckingnut: (dance is on me)
We crash into things, we stop at fucking weird places, and now the damn boat floods?  What's next, we get hit by pirates?

...Actually that would be kinda cool.  Maybe then I would get to kill people without everybody hassling me about it all the time.  Or join them; I like their philosophy.  Their eye patches?  Not so much.  They creep me out.

Although they are kinda cool underneath; did you know eyeballs don't squish as much as you'd think?


[Cheerful, AFFECTED Richie is both cheerful and affected!  Warning: he also shares ENTIRELY too much and is likely to run his mouth until you tell him you really would like him to stop talking.  And even then he might try to continue anyway.

Belated, and I really should have put this up sooner:

Trigger Warnings: contained below is casual discussion of rape, torture, animal abuse, accidental murder, and confusion between kink and domestic violence, as well as TERRIBLE anti-rape advice.]
notafuckingnut: (sneaking around)
[Here Barge, have a very pleased-looking Richie; SOMEBODY was enjoying himself during the flood.  Don't mind the lump on the bed, it's nothing important.  I'M LOOKING AT YOU, WILL.  Don't look.  Really.]


Well that was fun.  More things like that and I could get used to this place.





[Because the mun was minor!fail this week, just pretend this is the day after the Flood ended.]
notafuckingnut: (dislike this plan)
What the fuck just happened. Somebody tell me that kind of shit's normal around here, because if it's not I'm gonna have to ask what the hell kind of protocol you have for a crash in fucking SPACE.


[ooc: Richie is unaffected. Mirror!Richie is a bundle of insecurities and repentant puppy!eyes and anal-retentively clutched self-control - he's convinced if he tries this whole behaving and being Good thing hard enough for long enough his brother will come get him - sooo consequently it will quickly become fairly obvious to anyone who's spent any amount of time with him thus far in the Mirror!Verse that yeeeeah he's SUDDENLY GOTTEN "BETTER". Or at least gotten a hell of a lot closer to it.  *gasp*]

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Richie Gecko

It's a Dark Night

hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night

the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him

she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again

I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago

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