o3 🔥 after three days of drinkin with larry love

[pillz]

Who: Joseph Kavinsky & some existing CR
When: This miserable trek toward the Midway Hub! Various parts thereof.
Where: Various stops on the 'planetoid.'
What: Some closed starters in which Kavinsky does the real life, in person version of shitposing people who know him. There's no text in the entry behind the cut, everything will be in the comments. ~\o/~
Warnings: Animal gore/death (hunting), suicidal gestures, offensive language, dickish dicking.

Comments

cw for slurs & transphobia

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[And that's exactly what J used to think too. That it's just a word to describe her and what she is and in all honesty, she wouldn't paid any attention to his negative and incorrect wording if she still were back in her own world. But after a year of living on Moira with all these weird and new kind of people, she's learned that's not it. That she can and is more than what that word allows.

But while she hasn't been a tranny for ages it still doesn't take much for her to reclaim the word.]

Ha. [A hoarse laugh escapes from her throat.] Nah, no. Perverts like me are good at hiding. Never seen anyone else outside movies.

[pillz]

[it's strange for kavinsky to hear her talk about herself like that. it sounds like something he'd do, if he wore skirts; it's something he does, when he's laughing about himself, being terrible. not minding how terrible he is, or who knows it.

she ought to love herself a little bit more. even he knows that.

she felt lonely back home. and he understands that, he thinks, better than most— as well as a monster can understand anyone who isn't, anyway.] Then wha' y' got to fuckin' go back for? [he's genuinely curious now. he wonders what kind of a life she'd hidden herself into.]

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

You don't get it. [She groans, frustration growing more and more along his each question.] There's no other option.

[The Moira was gone. There was no other place to go after reaching the midway hub since staying on this cave and wasteland wasn't an option. Where else would she go than her own world?

Of course, she can't stop herself from thinking about a promise that was made to her a long time ago by a tiny, very unsightly man. Mr. Miles had offered her a third option: promising to take her with him to his world after they reach the end of the journey. The stories about place with lot of people like her and those with the weird 'third gender' or whatever still made her head spin. Now with more bitterness than the hope. In the end, there's no use of remembering kindness or promises of someone who isn't present anymore.]

And this place is the worst. You'll see that.

[pillz]

[kavinsky breathes stickily in and out through his mouth. funnily enough, he thinks about the same third option as j.

henrietta isn't that much better. especially not with kavinsky himself in it, gay but homophobic as fuck, misogynist, transmisogynist. but he suspects somewhere in his world people must be lovely and righteous and kind. he doesn't intend to go back; it just raises his awareness there is more than j is thinking about. or at least, more than j is talking about.

the world is a nightmare, wherever you go. but there's always somewhere to goo.]

Move your feet. Looks like voluntary fucking movement is on again. Maybe.

[his voice comes clearer. he clears his throat.]