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Alice "Cheshyre" Carroll - The Cyan Grin
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The ex safety captain of L Corp and now Color Fixer.
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Alice "Cheshyre" Carroll - The Cyan Grin @thecyangrin.bsky.social · May 26
Hey hey hey! Made a strawpage!

Work in progress right now but hey, it's somethin'!

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. . .

[Fuck I'm exhausted... feels gross too, lotta blood on me. How many times have I died now? Heh, can't remember...

The rain subsides and a beacon shines in the distance.

My agent... how brilliant you've become...

A grin forms on my face once more, wider than ever, and I begin to laugh. I
November 2, 2025 at 12:05 AM
Reposted by Alice "Cheshyre" Carroll - The Cyan Grin
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The Colors of Heroes (1/2)

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At the top of the lighthouse, the rain still poured down. Sand and oceans bleached red by the falling droplets of crimson could be seen for miles. Tree branches swayed in the violent wind, whereas others would simply snap off unable to push back against the incredible force. Green eyes look out to where the darkest clouds hung in the sky, trying to find the source of everything. While Olive had caused such vicious shifts in the floor’s weather, they were nowhere near like this in terms of the rain… Soon, Locke managed to find the source of it all. Nearly slipping off of the roof as they had to stop themselves from taking a step backwards. Between the blood dripping down off of it and their own shaking form, Locke had to quickly steady themselves. “...She’s still here? But… Did the others… Fail?” They spoke to no one but themselves, speaking their thoughts out loud. Perhaps doing so would allow them to realize that this wasn’t a nightmare. “Then, is this rain-” It was difficult to clearly see, but Locke recognized the two figures in the distance standing off against the Distortion. The streaks of cyan with the flickers of red gave it away the identity of one… As for the other, they needed no fancy colors or tricks for Locke to tell that it was their own brother. “This could’ve been prevented, you know.” That voice. They hated how sweet it sounded. How intoxicating it was. It was so warm, welcoming, but all it did was send a shiver down Locke’s spine. Had they not locked up the Abnormality cabinet properly again? They knew the voices from within, even under containment, could become invasive. The worst part was they knew, deep in their heart, the voice was correct. If Locke had access to the Abnormality pages… If they were willing to truly stand up to Olive and properly use their keypage to its highest potential… If they were any stronger… Perhaps not physically, but mentally. Perhaps then they could’ve done something proper rather than make things become far worse. “Ah, but you don’t want to become that reflection of yourself in the past again.” That horrid reflection. A horrible reflection of which Locke became a traitor and somewhat quietly lashed against the very same facility that was to blame for their unbecoming. A weapon slicing the hands that had sharpened them by allowing the same monsters they were meant to slay roam about. Perhaps not even that far back into the past, but back when the Library was at its prime. A place where the corpses of others became not just books, but stepping stones for the future of the director. When people would quite literally sign lives away, sometimes not even their own. It was because of all of this did Locke become adverse to fighting others. Enough blood stained their hands, at least they thought so. Yet, it seemed like the world was pushing for them to become violent more and more… Citing it was necessary for survival, for conflict will and always be unavoidable. Either Locke would remain a coward and lock themselves up in the Library, refusing freedom even if it finally arrived for they were fated to always be a spineless coward… Or, they’d become part of the endless cycle of violence in the City with dried blood between their nails and nothing but a soon forgotten name and a rotten heap of meat that will be cleansed by the Sweepers soon enough. “What will you do, then? Which part of your past will you relive?” Locke could hear the voices of those they once knew. The voice of a Disciplinary Captain who held nothing but ire in his eyes, citing Locke to be nothing more than a waste of space. Murmurs of assistant librarians who claimed Locke had no right breathing once again for their actions in the past. It felt like truly the past was coming back, once again. They had a choice. Either to rejoin the fight once more and be nothing more than an obstacle with a weak heart not strong enough to lay waste upon their foe… Or to run away, turning a blind eye to the suffering of not just Cheshyre and Kenneth, but Olive as well to an extent. They could feel their face, their body becoming glass. Locke’s movements became slow, as if afraid of shattering their body. The amount of pressure was dizzying. Guilt wanted to bubble over. It caused Locke to falter, almost sliding off of the roof entirely. “The form you’ll take to deal with this ordeal… How strong will it be? How weak will it be?” Yet- They remembered the moments that truly did matter. Their superior in the Safety Team, a man who helped Locke find their footing alongside Alice. Relief that while the main branch’s Disciplinary Captain spooked Locke, she was far much more competent at her job and far more inspiring than the last one Locke had dealt with. The kind smile Kenneth wore when he got to see Locke was still alive even after all of these years. Joy shared between Locke and their old friends when they finally were able to be reunited… If they just hid away in the Library, such warmth couldn’t reach them… If they allow their heart to become cold, then they lose their way entirely… Down their baton would slam, right into the roof of the lighthouse. Light would kick up, as if a match was lit. Groaning, Locke heaved their body back up, hands gripping now what seemed to be a flagpole. Blood trickled down their face, yet it soon vanished with a wave of light. “...I am not a weapon. Those terms… I won’t let them define me. I have to keep going. If not for myself… For those that believe in me, both back then and now. Being in Disciplinary and Safety has taught me one thing… Be there for those that need it. To protect as many people as you can.” Red. The color of heroes. Green. The color of peace. It felt… Incomplete, yet even so… The same lights that once danced in the skies of the Inhumanities floor swathed themselves around Locke like a cape. “Even if my voice can’t reach them… Even if this is all just in vain…!” They called out, gripping the flagpole tighter even in the pouring rain. “Stars still shine, bright in the sky… Even with clouds as horrible as these… I’ll make them see-!” Locke would pull out the pole before slamming it back down. Then… There was light. An almost blinding light. The clouds above the lighthouse gave way to two bright, shimmering stars in the sky. One green and another red. While it did not end the rain on the floor, the sky above the lighthouse no longer was plagued by blood raining down forth. Instead, a night sky full of shimmering lights blessed the building and its surroundings. Perhaps it was the surrounding rain or the dark of the night, but the stars seemed to shine even brighter than it had prior to the floor’s changes. Locke looked upward at the stars, trying to reach out to them. Fatigue seemed to finally catch up, or perhaps their footing finally gave way, however. Soon the Librarian felt themselves fall off of the roof, falling back down to the ground.
November 1, 2025 at 11:39 PM
Reposted by Alice "Cheshyre" Carroll - The Cyan Grin
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October 13, 2025 at 6:08 AM
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[The Floor of Inhumanities suddenly changes in a roar of thunder, the sky changing to a near black shade of red as torrents of blood rain from the sky, and, across the Library, cyan and red flashes can be seen in the distance as the Fixer continues their fight against the distortion.]
September 20, 2025 at 3:17 AM
Reposted by Alice "Cheshyre" Carroll - The Cyan Grin
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TWO OF THEM.
September 6, 2025 at 5:27 PM
Reposted by Alice "Cheshyre" Carroll - The Cyan Grin
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Stop now, one by one, your desires convince me you've always been a human
For you, the shelves have fallen, now they're gone, see?
Now they're gone, forever gone from the stage that allowed us our one and only dreams
September 1, 2025 at 6:35 PM
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@inhumanities.bsky.social

Hey, any updates on the distortion?
August 28, 2025 at 12:48 AM
Reposted by Alice "Cheshyre" Carroll - The Cyan Grin
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The horrors
August 25, 2025 at 1:50 AM
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Callout post, the Ring are a bunch 'a fuckin' posers.

Their art is about beauty caused by sufferin', and even then their art is shit! It looks like all they did was cover insects in paint and let them crawl across the canvas 'till they died!

Bunch 'a scribby, headache inducin' bullshit...
August 25, 2025 at 12:42 AM
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. . .

@inhumanities.bsky.social

Okay, what the fuck happened?
August 24, 2025 at 12:30 AM
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@bigbrothermiddle.bsky.social

Hey, when you workout, do you do 'Ricardio'?
August 24, 2025 at 12:25 AM
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[Cheshyre stares at the thing before them, along with the message. They're silent, closed fists trembling. Red, tree-like roots appear around them, almost making contact with the machine before quickly receeding. Cheshyre let's out a long, tense exhale, before patting the machine on its 'head'.]
August 22, 2025 at 1:18 AM
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[Once more the Fixer arrives at the Doodle's cabin, opening it once more.]

Heyyy bud! Uh... sorry for dissapearin', went shoppin'. You doin' good?
August 21, 2025 at 12:41 PM
Reposted by Alice "Cheshyre" Carroll - The Cyan Grin
inhumanities.bsky.social
Out of Sight

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The sound of a window closing was the sole sound in the lighthouse other than the raging wind and distant gunfire. Walking around, the gift from Catalyst was shutting any and all windows they came across to prevent anything from falling into the shifted office… And more importantly, to avoid any sort of unwanted attention. After finishing up, they turned back to the desk and sat back down. The doodle’s tiny legs swung up and down as they turned the chair. Before going on to resume their duties, however, they then turned to their sole guest- Philip. In his hands was Locke’s tablet, the current means for him to communicate. “Are you sure it’s safer for us to remain here?” There’s a small nod from the doodle as they pointed towards the windows. “I don’t understand why they’re all even trying…” The doodle variant of Locke hummed before pointing at Philip. He gave a confused look until Doodle Locke twirled their finger around and made a motion of a book opening and closing. “You’re not insinuating that I’m similar, do you…” The response? A simple nod. The Distortion sighed as he sat on the bed, being mindful of the various plushies that had fallen over. In a way, they weren’t wrong. How many times now has he entered this place? How many times has he come and watched those around him fall. Now Locke and those perhaps idiotic enough to make an attempt on the floor’s unwelcome visitor’s life as revenge… It made him think… If he had been the one to fall, would Yuna and Salvador have been the ones to step in as well? Would they have come back to the Library with backup? Especially since they were the ones telling him to fall back. Had his book had any value in salvaging? Then again… There’s part of the problem out there, doing perhaps something equally or even more insane than he had done. There were literal monsters willing to fight for Locke’s sake. There were those here that wanted to live as much as he and the others did. Others, that decided one person’s life was worth cutting down for their own to step forward. “...Why are they even like this?” The doodle sat for a moment, thinking before linking their pinkies together and pulling out one of the keys on Locke’s desk. “A promise. With that Color.” Another nod. They then pointed to where Locke had placed their old Safety Team armband. Tattered, torn… But, it was obvious Locke was making attempts to repair it. Upon seeing Philip’s confused face… They then puffed out three of their fingers on the sides of their cheeks and hooked their pointer fingers on their head to resemble ears. After the Distortion still just stared onwards, the living drawing sighed and pulled up a photo on Locke’s computer. “The Cyan Grin?” Another nod. “How many Colors does Locke even know?” This time, a shrug. Even more confusion seemed to swallow Philip whole. Back to his own thoughts that still consumed him. He still felt hollow, but it felt like lately question after question paraded around in his mind. Usually he’s able to dismiss these emotions just fine, turning them back into the blank static they now took form ever since he distorted. There was no reason to feel these emotions if it meant he would crumble at the hands of them once again… …Yet- It was annoying. He laid back down on the bed, holding a hand to his head. He looked over at the drawing, who tilted their head with their hands as if going to sleep. He didn’t want to… Not with everything going on, but… …It has been exhausting lately. Emotionally, at least.
August 21, 2025 at 1:55 AM
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[The Fixer appears at Catalyst's cabin, and opens it's door.]

Hey, bud, you doin' alright?
August 18, 2025 at 3:32 AM
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[A flat piece of land now lies covered in bloody spears and scorched earth, Cheshyre standing in the middle of the chaos, a dense, crimson aura surrounding them as the strong scent of blood fills the air. They look different, blood the plus shaped "eyes" of their mask now reddened, as their jacket,
August 18, 2025 at 3:29 AM
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Stole a bunch of ink from... somewhere.

Gonna hope that this helps Catalyst somewhat. I mean, it's just purely colour, right? Is that how that works?
August 16, 2025 at 11:56 PM
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[The Fixer awoke, everything just as it was supposed to be, and look to the doodle who laid asleep next to them. They sat up and gently shuffled to her, and lifted her up into their arms, resting her head against their chest as their arms wrapped around her, to protect her in her weakened state.]
August 16, 2025 at 12:16 PM
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//YGGDRASIL'S PROTECTOR//
August 16, 2025 at 12:07 PM
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[Cheshyre sits alone in the middle of Yggdrasil, a blood-red tree, blossoming, towering above them.]

. . . Hey, boss... it's... been a while, huh? I know it's been a while, but we've been doin'... well, I think.

Carmesí has a new Kindred now, Vinnie, she's called. Alucard is fine, and Catalyst...
August 16, 2025 at 3:17 AM
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@catalystarbiter.bsky.social

Hey, Catalyst, bud?

I overheard the conversation you and VD had earlier an'i gotta ask...

You doin' alright? Like, genuinely? You're practically like a sister to me, I... I care about ya a whole lot, so... just wanna make sure.
August 10, 2025 at 10:49 PM
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@inhumanities.bsky.social

Heya, Locke, ya mind if I ask ya a few things? Nothin' major don't worry, just curious.
August 6, 2025 at 4:38 AM
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What in the... right, so... in the Outskirts right now and I don't even know what the fuck I'm lookin' at.

Just a bunch of monitors an' other shit.

Did someone dump this???

Eh, probably gonna take all this back to the tree, see if I can do anythin' with it.
August 4, 2025 at 2:20 PM
Reposted by Alice "Cheshyre" Carroll - The Cyan Grin
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August 4, 2025 at 2:34 AM
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...ah, it's you.

Hahh... ya know what? Not even gonna bother sayin' anythin'...
August 4, 2025 at 12:07 AM