DONT CALL ME A MONSTER

(( Think it’s safe to say that this blog is dead. Sorry Hearts Monstercars fans.I may recreate...

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 02:21:36 -0500

(( Think it’s safe to say that this blog is dead. Sorry Hearts Monstercars fans.

I may recreate him one day, though it might be on a new fresh blog. With some slightly different headcanons. Maybe. I dunno, we’ll see.

Or not, I guess. ))

>HB: Wake up.

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 02:08:27 -0400

crimescenepickleinvestigator:

heartsmonstercars:

crimescenepickleinvestigator:

“I’m honestly more of a cat person, but this one picked me…”

You pick up the dog and kiss both of his ears, curling up around him.

“Heh, same here, with the cats. ‘Course, I ain’t really the type ta own pets…”

“That’s a shame. I’ve got a bunch, of cats. Just the one dog, though.”

You play with the dog’s tiny paws in silence for a few moments.

“I’d like ta own pets. It’d just have ta be the size of a goddamn elephant, though. Otherwise I’d be too worried ‘bout scarin’…or hurtin’ it.”

stupidharpy: hey guys check out this kicking rad monstercars my...

Sat, 18 Aug 2012 18:28:39 -0400

stupidharpy:

hey guys check out this kicking rad monstercars my friend Syl drew for me in my sketchbook

>HB: Wake up.

Fri, 17 Aug 2012 14:05:41 -0400

crimescenepickleinvestigator:

“I’m honestly more of a cat person, but this one picked me…”

You pick up the dog and kiss both of his ears, curling up around him.

“Heh, same here, with the cats. ‘Course, I ain’t really the type ta own pets…”

>HB: Wake up.

Fri, 17 Aug 2012 03:20:49 -0400

crimescenepickleinvestigator:

“Oh. Thanks.”

You glance down at your wriggly corgi.

“He’s pretty… derpy.”

You chuckle a bit.

“My boss is a big fan a’ dogs. Terriers, mostly.”

>HB: Wake up.

Fri, 17 Aug 2012 01:13:40 -0400

crimescenepickleinvestigator:

“… Oh.”

You fall silent, letting the subject drop. You pick up easily on subtle atmospheric and emotional changes in conversation, absorbing it like a sponge. Aside from that, you understand as well as the next guy what it’s like not wanting to talk about something.

You lean back on your hand and rub the corgi’s belly.

You sit in silence, watching him pet his dog. You shift a bit on your stomach. You haven’t seen Deuce in a while again, so you haven’t been getting as many pets as usual.

You lay your head down all the way before speaking up again.

“Nice dog, by the way.”

>HB: Wake up.

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 00:10:00 -0400

crimescenepickleinvestigator:

You cross your legs in the sand and pull your corgi back onto your lap. He rolls around a bit, then settles in for a nap half-hanging off of your thigh with the top of his head touching the ground.
Weird dog.

“I… am pretty sure I already mentioned, but I’ve never actually…. bothered learning much about your species physiology. I only work in trace, so… I don’t really need to know a lot about….”

You trail off and shrug.

Oh. Ohhhh. You guess that’s why he hasn’t been reacting to you the way everyone else does. He probably thinks that you’re normal for your species.

“Oh. Well, fer future reference, I ain’t…normal. Carapacians ain’t supposed to get this big.”

You lower your head a bit again. You don’t like talking about this, but you feel you should tell him.

woodendreams: (by Jesse Estes)

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 17:37:00 -0400

woodendreams:

(by Jesse Estes)

stupidharpy: and then i made a chart showing how big...

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 01:55:32 -0400

stupidharpy:

and then i made a chart showing how big monstercars was at various ages

poor boy musta been so achy (AND HUNGRY) during his teens when mosta those growth spurts happened

It wasn’t always so bad.

Fri, 27 Jul 2012 00:22:00 -0400

It wasn’t always so bad.

>HB: Be Hearts Boxcars sometime in the future.

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 23:37:27 -0400

timeriddles-and-luck:

“…. Oh. Sorry, thought y4 couldn’t he4r very well.
From up there.”
So goddamn tall. Maybe you’re a bit jealous. Okay maybe a lot jealous. At least he couldn’t be lost in a crowd.

You just grunt at her. This ain’t the first time somebody’s thought this.

>HB: Be Hearts Boxcars sometime in the future.

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 22:58:27 -0400

timeriddles-and-luck:

Holy shit holy shit holy shit oh holy fucking shit he’s tall. If you didn’t know you were immortal and had such good luck you’d be worried about him crushing you under hand or foot by mistake, but even knowing this you backup quite a ways.

Looks like he was right, though, he hadn’t laid in any patches of clover at all. Huh. “YER WELCOME!!!!”
God, you’re not sure if you’re loud enough for him to even hear you from there.

You notice her gawking at you as she backs up.

“Ya don’t gotta yell, I can hear ya just fine.”

>HB: Be Hearts Boxcars sometime in the future.

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 22:44:51 -0400

timeriddles-and-luck:

“Y4 me4n yer g4ng right….? I kind4 know wh4tch4 me4n. Don’t know wh4t I’d do if the Felt just up n left me behind one d4y, ‘cept go lookin fer ‘em. But like I s4id, y4 don’t look like 4 monster. Y4 look more like 4n overstuffed turkey. M4ybe.”

It’s hard to hate something that was looking more and more like a big depressed teddy bear. Incredibly hard. Impossible, actually.

“If only everyone else on this damn planet thought I didn’t look like a monster.”

You uncover your face and look at the sky. You figure you’ve gotten enough fresh air.

“Thanks… I guess” you say as you stand up.

>HB: Be Hearts Boxcars sometime in the future.

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 22:23:08 -0400

timeriddles-and-luck:

” ‘S cos yer not 4 person, yer bigger th4n 4n oil t4nker. Yer like.. People. But y4 don’t look like 4 monster t4 me, iffen yer 4skin, which yer not. Y4 look more like 4 mount4in of 4 c4r4p4ce th4t decided he h4d t’ b4se his h4ppiness on other people”

“I am a person. And I guess I could be happier if I just left the city. Got away from everyone. Didn’t have ta deal with bein’ treated like a monster. But I can’t leave. My only family’s here. They’re all I have.”

You close your eyes again and bury your face in your arms, sighing. You’ve gone over talk like this before, with Slick.

>HB: Be Hearts Boxcars sometime in the future.

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 21:55:17 -0400

timeriddles-and-luck:

“Sounds like quitin t4lk t4 me, Never m4rked you 4s 4 quitter, Oil Slick. Now I’m curious wh4t could h4ve brought our riv4l so low,”

You feel too small sitting, so, getting back up, you poke him juuust below his eye, and then skitter back a few steps again. “Gonn4 just roll over 4n give up then????”

You narrow your eyes at her.

“How would you feel if you were hated and feared by every other person on the planet? Nobody every treats ya like a person, all they see is a monster. They run, and scream, and panic as soon as ya show up. I try so hard ta show I ain’t a monster, but no one ever listens. I’m tired.”

>HB: Be Hearts Boxcars sometime in the future.

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 21:46:48 -0400

timeriddles-and-luck:

Eyes narrowed, you walk around in front of him again, keeping a few paces back, and then plop down in the grass, staring at him intently.

“Yer too p4thetic to even put up 4 fight. I could prob4bly poke y4 in the eye 4nd y4 wouldn’t do j4ck wouldj4????”

You don’t feel sorry for him— no way you’d feel sorry for him. Not a teensy tiny bit.
Just keep telling yourself that, maybe you’ll believe yourself.

“I don’t feel like fightin’. I’m tired a’ fightin’. I don’t even wanna be here anymore…”

>HB: Be Hearts Boxcars sometime in the future.

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 21:13:46 -0400

timeriddles-and-luck:

He really wasn’t going to do anything was he…? Standing next to him, you can’t even find the heart to kick him that hard, more or less just kind of nudging his cheek with your foot. This is stupid.

“4in’t got 4ny fire in y4 big guy????”

She nudges your face and you open your eyes again, just looking at her. Yeah, you guess you don’t have much fire in you, especially nowadays. You are just so tired. Of everything.

>HB: Be Hearts Boxcars sometime in the future.

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 20:52:41 -0400

timeriddles-and-luck:

You tumble backwards, landing on your rear with your hat just a bit behind you. Oh no he did not just do that! You get up, dusting yourself off and retrieving your hat, checking for your clover and.. good, it’s still there.
Cramming your hat back on your head, you grumble and growl about how he was going to ‘get grass stains on your best suit’. “Ought4 sock y4 in the nose fer th4t”

Yet he hadn’t DONE anything…. Except exist and breathe and lay on potential clovers. And be a part of the Rival Gang, the Midnight Crew.
And maybe you were a bit peeved from this morning. And maybe you’d always wanted to sock any version of Hearts in the nose for biting one of your number’s heads’ off.

“Then get it over with. If yer gonna do somethin’, don’t just sit there talkin’ about it.”

You just close your eyes. You wish she’d go away already. You ain’t moving.

>HB: Be Hearts Boxcars sometime in the future.

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 19:03:15 -0400

timeriddles-and-luck:

“Y4 don’t know th4t now do y4???? ‘Sides yer pr4ctic4lly the size 4 the gre4t w4ll, how wouldj4 know y4 4ren’t crushin em under yer v4st tr4cks 4 l4nd y4 c4ll 4 torso????”

With a huff, you stomp around to see his face again, lip curled back in a snarl, “LOOK 4T ME WHEN I’M T4LKING TO Y4 M4GGOT”

Maggot?
No those are white. That insult had just kind of slipped and it.. didn’t make sense. Hrm. Though he is a decomposing sack of disgusting rot.

She stomps in front of you, and calls you a maggot for…some reason? You don’t quite get that insult. The others you do get, and wish she’d shut the hell up about it. You can’t help that you’re a giant. You wish you weren’t. God, do you wish you weren’t.

You snort at her, the force of your breath knocking her off her feet.

>HB: Be Hearts Boxcars sometime in the future.

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 18:45:37 -0400

timeriddles-and-luck:

“4n I 4in’t in the mood to be tryin t4 push 4 c4rgo bo4t off4 the clovers so y4 best move yer big bl4ck 4ss!!!!” You shout some more, nose crinkling and small hands clenched into fists. A gun wouldn’t even help in this situation, if you’d had one.
You’re barely bigger than one of his eyes, damn he’s huge. You’d stand on your tiptoes to feel taller, but.. That wouldn’t do any good here.

“I ain’t layin’ on any clovers, not lemme alone.”

You turn your head away from her once again. Maybe if you just ignore her she’ll leave you be. If she’s anything like the Clover you normally deal with, she’ll lose interest if you don’t lose your temper at her.