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AH! ART!!!!!
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I need to draw a pony Joe floating above Anne while they're trying to file stuff. He's not talking, just being a total stalker
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Anne, going to the kitchen at 4am; Joe? Why'd you leave bed?-- oh.
Joe, standing in the kitchen only wear boxers with his dogs surrounding him, holding two jars of peanut butter; Oh, hey. Did I wake you up?
Anne; What's going on?
Joe; I'm not explaining the mystical ways my depression manifest to you. You're the psychologist, figure it out yourself.
Anne, turning around and going back up the stairs; ... Goodnight, Joe.
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Adrian would tell Joe he doesnt like how it treats his wife. Joe would be so spooked (Adrian also have the memetic thing Anne has. Because why not? )
Adrian and Cain would get along, but there would be some jealousy
Sam. Sam and Adrian would be best friends. Sam was able to talk to Adrian when he was a ghost
Redd and Adrian would be polite to each other, but bot talk much other than when problems arise
Adrian would have so many choise words for Laughy. They wouldn't get along
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I can't think too deep into my head canons about Joe lest I become sad
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Anne, talking about 173; Do you promise not to try and get it to kill you?
Joe; I prommy so hard, Mommy.
Anne; What.
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My weed smoking girlfriend. The enemy of my gamer girlfriend.
[ID: a digital drawing of my interpretation* SCP 1504, Joe Shmoe. He has saturated blue hair in a pony tail along with side bangs and hair tails; Joe also has a small beard. He's facing [our] right while looking to the left with a smirk, he has heavy eye bags and is looking up slightly. Joe is wearing a gray-green hoodie with a cream stripe across it. The background is a slate blue with black circles in the bottom left ams top right corners that cut off on the images border. /End]
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Anne; Have you ate today?
Joe; Have you?
Anne; ...
Joe; Mhm. That's what I thought.
Anne; Shut up.
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I love projecting traits onto my f/os. Hit them with the transinator, and the stoner beam
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Joe, in a depressive episode; I feel like a broken hourglass.
Anne; ... Would you like garlic bread?
Joe; Of fuckin' course I want garlic bread.
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2009
The Anomaly sat on the flimsy bed, staring blankly into the empty wall. Boredom ate away at his brain. Joe rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes, slowly dragging them down his face until the appendages fell to his lap. He's been here for three days. His walkman was still working, but the recycling CDs were annoying. Joe bent over, pressing his chest against his knees before flinging backward, hitting his head against the brick wall. He pulled away, nothing. The masc groaned loudly, almost crying again from frustration.
The sound of the cell door hissing open brought Joe's attention away from his disappointment temporarily.
"Hello. " The personnel greeted AO-1504. "My name is Dr. Evans. Would you care to follow me, Joe? "
He blinked a few times before looking at her intently. Anne backed up into the hallway as the Anomaly left his cell, crouching slightly so as not to bonk his head against the metal framing. She gawked at him while he stretched his arms up, the tips of his fingers brushed against the ceiling. Joe dropped his arms to his side, silently staring down at Anne again.
Dr. Evans eyed him. The whites of his eyes were red. Black streaks ran down his cheeks and faded into the stubble of his beard; the dramatic look was possible due to the smudged eyeshadow around his eyes. AO-1504 trailed behind the Overseer as she guided him to a temporary office. Joe was cooperative enough to follow Anne to the office but not enough to talk. Not even once.
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I am thinking so much rn
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Joey.... Deserves so many kisses. like a bunch of kisses. How many kisses??? tons. thousands and thousands of kisses on his face and shoulder and hands. Joe deserves a kiss on the cheek before I go to work
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I love him I love him I love him.
I don't count words
Cw: food mention
Anne ran her hands down Joe's long hair, petting him. Her body pressed into the bad as the Anomalies body pressed into her. Joe's face rested on The Demon's chest; his cheeks were warm, like a heating pad set on high. His arms wrapped around Anne tightly, making sure she was secure in his grasp.
The room was pitch black, with a small amount of light seeping in through a crack on the bottom of the door. Faint rock music could be heard from the older stereo on his nightstand, filling the room with background noise. Aero Smith; Joe has played this album a few times when driving with Anne. The song Dude (Looks like a lady) always made her think of him.
The Overseer kissed the top of Joe's head. He nuzzled his face into her chest and squeezed her waist, pulling her closer. She patted Joe's back, gently scratching the upper half of his spine with her short, black nails.
"Do you want to get doughnuts tomorrow? I'm getting us doughnuts tomorrow. " Soft, raspy snores came from Joe as Anne spoke to him in a quiet voice. "There is this place in Washington I want to try out. Sam's helping me get there. Do you want to come with? "
Joe mumbled in reply. The words didn't escape his chapped lips but she could feel the vibration in his throat.
"They have some interesting flavors. I think you might like it. They have ones with pecans on them. "
Anne didn't like pecans. She didn't like a lot of nuts, especially cashews, but Joe likes pecans. The Demon liked chocolate and custard-filled ones, and oreo doughnuts.
She leaned towards Joe's head, sniffing him. "You smell good. " Third time she's told him that since coming home a few hours ago. "I missed you. " Anne could feel his face getting warmer, which caused her to giggle. Anne spoke again after her gentler laughter subsided,
"Okay. I'm going to let you go to sleep now, My Bastard [affectionate]. "
Joe mumbled in reply one last time before sleep wrapped its arms around him and pulled him unconscious. Anne kissed his forehead before attempting to go to sleep herself.
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If I stop thinking about 1504 i WILL die
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I hate angst and then fall in love with 1504. shoot me
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