what if i sobbed forever over the 501st and how rex and echo only have each other left and how they’ll do anything in their power to protect each other even if it means putting their own lives on the line
crummy day. woke up late for class and realized my period started while trying to run out the door. spilled chocolate milk on my shirt. parking ticket. trying to eat lunch and having a Bad Food Day(tm) but that’s par for the course on my period. still more class to go to. later i have to clean the shower. So it goes.tomorrow will be better methinks
I meant to finish this before my shift last night :/
also really small detail but now that I point it out, you'll notice Etho's satchel goes into his hoodie. that was a mistake at first, but his hoodie is removable, so he purposefully puts the hoodie over his satchel so it can't be as easily stolen.
ack literally all the pms things are happening at once huh, general feeling of yuck, irritability, random aches, AND thinking too much about fankids i will never properly flesh out
The daves are a specie, they all come fron the same souce which is 'the Dave'. Who is the Dave? Just a really big Dave in proportion to all the others. They are a visually simple specie, they didn't give themselves a name so usually when introducing themselves to a specie they just chooce the first short and remindable name that they find in that specie's current lenguage. In ours it just happens to be Dave.
This is what your typical Daves might look like, it's obviously a range as every Dave has a different form, tho they all have the same mass and density, the only thing that changes is the shape they present themselves in, which is purely casual.
They're made of a still not identified black substance which is pretty flexible. The inside of their head contains pure light, their eyes seem hollow but they're made of a clear substance which deems the light coming from inside their skull.
Even tho Dave is a masc name they have no gender, for they don't reproduce sexually.
I'll cover more lore later on, this is a size comparison for The Dave:
And for Daves the height can vary from 145-ish cm to 170-ish cm, but as I said there may be some rare exeptions.
They might look silly but their customs and such are pretty dark.
Sometimes I become so scared at the prospect of interactions that I feel it would be more beneficial for me to simply walk into the woods and never return. I don’t know how to talk to people. I think I will always mess it up. I don’t know how to fix it. I’m sorry is not enough. I don’t know what to add that isn’t an excuse an explanation or anything else bad. I analyze it for hours. I have pre planned apologies in case I ever do anything wrong but I don’t trust them. I rehearse taking accountability in my head for things I’ve never done in the event they happen because it’s the right thing to do but god what if I mess it up. I don’t know how to understand what people are saying. If I take it at face value I am intentionally playing stupid, I am supposed to know that’s not what they actually mean, I am using my disability as an excuse. If I analyze it carefully and attempt to read between the lines to avoid that outcome and make sure I behave right then I’m paranoid and overthinking things, why can’t I just listen to what people are saying the first time. It’s always my fault. Autism is not an excuse I agree and I understand that. There are still things that it makes difficult and if I need to apologize for that I will. I cannot control some things not in the way I would like. That’s not an excuse. The things I can control are not effortless and take work and energy to manage. I don’t ever want to slip up but that is the reality of things as I’m supposed to be human and humans make mistakes but I don’t know how to make up for them. I don’t even know how to properly accept an apology. Even if by social rules I’m owed one I don’t want one. Everyday I am so so stressed at the idea of a person speaking to me because I know I will mess it up somehow. I am tense and on edge until I leave work and the imagined danger has passed. How do people just know how to behave and how to talk to people and how to respond to things. I’m jealous.