catchall ✧ this is our story.

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WHO: Yoo Joonghyuk and you! Friends. Not-friends.
WHAT: Catchall forever
WHERE: Netherworld general
WHEN: The present, the future
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary.

Look at me. I am woven together by story, held firm by myth. Look at me. I will tell you of the men that ate me bloody. I will tell you of how ferociously I bit my way out of their stomachs.

— Venetta Octavia, The Alchemy of Smallness —

Comments

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[ they have forgotten puck already. that's fine.

but there he is... without a coffin? is there a coffin, or is he just in a hole? he might just be in a hole if he's dirty. ]

Oh. I guess the illusion is thorough, then.

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[ You can't afford coffins in a ruined world, so he is just dirty... And simpson-fied. This is body horror for Rosa and Joonghyuk now. Slowly, het Dokja's skin yellows as it's exposed to the stagnant air. His chin slowly recedes and his fingers pudge out.

Joonghyuk hasn't forgotten about Puck. The murderous intent for the slut rises. ]

Then we can assume the other graves could be occupied. [ ... ] I wonder if the dates mean anything.

[ They're all the same date. ]

[declass]

[ HE'S A SIMPSONS i am glad i submitted this thread for ac already so the mods won't be forced to see this with their eyes now that ac is over. ]

Maybe... although there doesn't really seem to be a useful calendar system here to use, so I'm not sure what to get from it...

[ what day is it besides some random festival. ]

Why is he yellow? A disease?

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A useless horror element.

[ i actually have fanart somewhere where the orvs are drawn as the simpsons where yjh is choking kdj, but i am too lazy to find it. ]

He's turning into a cartoon—the characters mentioned in the story. [ UH. ] Don't touch it in case it's contagious, illusion or not.

[ Het Dokja reaches out from the grave and grabs onto the edge, slowly pulling himself out. ]

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[ rosa is deeply contemplating if they should just push him back in. she gently lifts a booted foot and just goes to push him back. so gently. there is no skin to skin contact it's fine. ]

I see...

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[ They should. Het Dokja doesn't go down easily. After he is pushed back in with a gently push, he writhes and gargles, foaming at the mouth as he starts clawing the edge of his grave. ]

... It'll struggle if we bury it again just like this.