Zandik blinks as his stalker generously comes into view. … Shit. He never asked the man’s name, did he? His jaw tenses as a flurry of new concerns claw at the back of his mind, panic taking root. “… Hello.” Carmine eyes stare right back, unsteady as they try to focus on the taller man.

Three thoughts cross the young scholar’s mind as the crunch of a twig meets his ears: 1. He is being followed. 2. The person following him really needs to work on being more covert — really, who stalks someone without coverage in broad daylight? 3. If he doesn’t move elsewhere, he’ll never know -

Zandik’s nose crinkles as the rabbit works himself into a frenzy, hand hovering just out of reach of his claws and teeth. Allowing his hands to he torn to ribbons is not particularly on his bucket list, but his curiosity outweighs the fear of a bunny mauling. “…… Please don’t bite me.”

He almost feels bad watching the crude trap unfold, foliage giving way as soon as the poor bunny puts its weight down. Box in arm, he makes his way to the shallow pit, eyes narrow as he peers down. “… Hello.” The silence grows uncomfortable enough for him to entertain talking to an animal.

Zandik remains crouched a few paces away, quiet as he watches the odd rabbit’s approach. It would, of course, be irresponsible for him to let a potentially lost pet run loose… The cabbage leaves rustle gently as the evening breeze passes through, brushing against meticulously sliced cucumber.

Setting out a plate of nice, fresh leafy greens... That definitely do not have a trap connected to them.

An opportunity strikes.

i’m human too, you know. ( nobody would believe that. )

i live — but i'm mutilated.

… Odd. A non-native species.

apostasya GRHRGHRGHRRGHRGH MY COMM

apostasya GUYSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

apostasya I might shove Zandik there too but I can’t get more art 。Silly design will exist in my head alone 🫩

If only electrical tape and screws would fix all of the problems.

"I can’t help it," said the scorpion. "It’s my nature."

No comment from him—he’s preoccupied with his pile of random scrap metal, thank you very much.

apostasya Love how everyone is immediately deeply suspicious. no joy or whimsy allowed

Looks around..

“Hm.” His own theories simmer, each sentence falling from her lips contributing to the ever-growing web of information in his mind. ‘They’ has come up too much not to raise suspicion—her accusations of ‘their’ intent only further contributing to his theory.

apostasya Booo formatting is broken on mobile… Guess I’ll have to do it in the morning

clumsy pookie #dottore

lord, please forgive me, for i have sinned, i mean no harm, please please please please...

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT YOUR CREATION? (IT WILL NOT HEAR.)

apostasya Half the Harbingers I fear

ㅤ 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫 · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · duration: From October 24th to October 31st ↓ read info below ↓

apostasya Me when accounts following me don’t take the hint 💔

apostasya I literally cannot think of a topic for a project I need to do for class so I'm just gonna research shit we mentioned IRP LMAOOOO

if i catch fire , then i change my aim throw my troubles to the pearly gates

apostasya Getting art done of Zandik teehee >:3c

GET OUT STUPID BITCHHH GET OUUUUUTTTTT

i am awful. i am heartless i am scared that these things are actually true.

‘Inconspicuously’ making his way back to the city, a very (conspicuous) medley of oil and soot and dirt smudged across his face and hands.

Staring at a commission slip with disdain, a large amount of random items already filling his basket. "How do people come up with these things... Who the hell needs seventy peaches for lunch..."

apostasya Everyone on that expedition w/Zandik 😭😭

you don't have a shoulder to lean on and you never will .

this town without love , too much faith in above

apostasya I think I’ll give Zandik a journal so I can livepost my autism time

apostasya Guess who has costochondritis

apostasya Guess whi gets to go to the hospital

Dazedly lying on the ground, staring blearily at the now-splintered tree branch he was resting on. "Ugh..."

a child chosen by Fate . . . but abandoned by the gods.

Even now he manages to be the master of unintentional rudeness, the flatness of his voice coming off harsher than intended. “It’s fine.” A thumb drags over the pebble before he tosses it as well, sending it ricocheting across the water’s surface. “I wouldn’t be watching for people in a deserted -

apostasya I’ve mostly finished the work projects that had me in a chokehold so I should be able to write more today YIPPEE

YOUR ANSWERS / YOUR WONDERFUL CREATION / will now be discarded.

god said: GOD MADE YOU. GOD DOES NOT CARE IF YOU ARE "GUILTY" OR NOT. i s aid: I CARE IF I AM GUILTY! I CARE IF I AM GUILTY! god was silent. everything was silent.

apostasya I have stolen height from every Dottore. Short ass.

Food from a complete stranger evidently not from the nation is hardly trustworthy… For all he knows, it could be poisoned. Or there could be knives in it. Or mushy tomatoes. ……… And the weird looks aren’t helping his wariness or his appetite.

( Squints. ) … You’re more white than green.