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Description

Official RidgeRunner Stables storyline.

Featuring:
Not baby Christopher Burton
with 021 NRR Hakuna Matata
<'''3

Let me premise this by saying: lol, this is not an actual april fool's gag
(but it would be nice if it was)

Follows After:

There's a tldr summary of the story below~
It is split up into parts because of mature content. (explained below)

Trigger warnings for dA-hosted story: Depression, sads, a sliver of anxiety - not full blown, a little mads but not bad

Noises began to drift into the arena again. He heard the early morning crew come and go, mucking stalls, making rounds with feed and hay, the usual routine. The buzz of the lights was drowned out by the stirring of morning activity.
"Oh, good morning, Christopher ."
Chris had heard the boots approaching. He knew there was a good chance they were Dave's . He liked to come in early to get a look at scheduling, read through the news, etc. before taking the younger kids to school. If Chris had wanted to avoid him, he wouldn't have stayed in the main lobby for anyone to see him there. Likewise, he didn't look up from the bridle he had taken apart several times and was putting back together again.
"I didn't hear you leave the house, I would have offered you a ride in. Your show went well, I saw." Dave stopped by the table without taking a seat. He didn't want to be a bother which he assumed didn't take much.
Chris raised his brows as a way to say "yep" without verbally responding.
As Dave assumed, Chris wasn't in the talking mood. Dave couldn't remember the last time they actually talked, just the two of them. Not with the company of the hooligan or secondhand information or being spiteful towards one another. Dave sighed, knowing this was going to probably end badly but… a glutton for punishment, he missed his son. He gingerly pulled out a seat and sat at the table, "I was talking to Ms. Peterson while you were away…" Dave took an actual look at Chris and felt like he was looking at a stranger. When did his eyes get so dark underneath them? There was a tinge of red in the corners of his eyes. There was dirt on his shirt's elbows. Had he taken a fall? "Are you alright, Christopher?"

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Because of the mature nature of this part of the story, I have moved it offsite to my personal garbage can <''3
The following segment of story contains:
Lots of swearing, mads, sads, angst, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, self harm
This bit of story is intended for mature readers only. If any of the previously stated triggers are worrisome for you, please do not proceed to the link below. Stay safe out there, family <''3

-----> drasayer.wixsite.com/rrafterho…

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Chris looked up from the bridle, setting it down on the table. Okay? Oh, sure. He smirked, “You talked to more than Jennie while I was gone. Thanks for that,” he tossed out flatly.
Dave frowned, leaning back in his chair. “Yes.” No denying that. Word traveled quickly. Although, he wasn’t surprised his offspring had a knack for getting information. Dave was a professional at it. “Ms. Smith didn’t want to be a bother. She meant no harm. Her horse-”
“Dad, I don’t care,” Chris cut him off before he went on some apology rant. He didn’t want to hear it. He just wanted to be numb to all of that. Shut it out like everything else. So done with being dragged down again and again. “She wants to come see her horse, I don’t care. She doesn’t have to slink around like she shouldn’t be here. I don’t care. No, Fang is not going to ever talk to her again. No, I never told Fang to ever be here to begin with. You all fucked everything up on your own. Again. Thanks for that. I really don’t want to talk about any of it anymore, okay?”
Dave crossed his arms, tapping his fingers on his arm. Well, that was more than he ever thought he was going to get out of Chris… He knew way more than Dave thought he might. Evidently, a lot had happened after Dave made Fang leave. He still wanted to ask how he was told everything and what happened then. It was an itch Dave wanted to scratch. But staring back at his son looking haggard and exhausted… Dave lowered his chin, sighting quietly. “Very well, of course. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to cause you trouble.”
Trouble didn’t even begin to describe what came of it. Chris hardened his expression before picking the bridle back up. He wasn’t playing the game where Dave said something that would invite Chris to continue with the subject. “And Jennie had what to say? About the job offer she gave me?”
Dave perked up slightly, leaning forward again. “So she did talk with you?”
“Dad, she’s been trying to take me on as a rider for RidgeRunner for years now. It’s not new-”
“But it’s official now,” Dave smiled, tapping the table to make a point. He couldn’t help but feel so excited and proud! Of course, Chris had been scouted for a while now but he was at an age where he could make some big decisions and big moves for his career! “I do suppose you’ll weigh other offers for a while, first,” Dave backed himself up so he didn’t come off as too eager. But he couldn’t fake that for two seconds before leaning forward again, “Wherever you decide to take rein, I know you will do yourself justice. To think there is a chance you would decide to ride here, well, I would be proud to share the ring alongside you, Christopher.”
Chris neatly tucked a strip of leather into its keeper, coming to a stop. He was tired. Very tired. That’s all it was. The sting in his eyes was from being tired. The pang in his gut - tired. His lungs felt stiff - tired.
He shut Kate off. He shut Hakuna off. He shut Fang off. He glanced up at Dave. Why wouldn’t he just go ahead and shut him off too? May as well. He hadn’t wanted to do any of it to any of them but he had no control over it anymore.
“Yea, Dad, I’ll do what I need to do.”

The safe story: (921 wordcount)

The full story: (3905 wordcount)

tldr summary;
--Chris is on an insomnia binge, hooray~
--He did go to Fang after the previous anxiety attack
--Things did not go well for either one of them
--Fangopher has died. Fucking RIP.
--I am devastated
--This isn't about me though
--Dave is very giddy for Chris to ride for the same stable (shot in the dark but he can hope)
--Chris... is TBA on that

Previous: Close the Whole Book || Next: End of a Saga (Chris POV) | Drowned In Adrenaline (Fang POV; mature content)

Ow, owie, owwwwww, ouch
Dras doesn't like to write these bits. (yes i do) In fact, I've rewritten this part a couple times now D''x And none of the times am I like "Woo! This is the one!" It's more like "...i dun wanna post this because then it becomes official."

I have committed a murder. RIP Fangopher. As I come to the realization wtf am I supposed to draw for my bday trash art now. What have I done.

Art is, of course, symbolic af. And blunt, of course. I like art that's easy to interpret. Don't make it hard for readers to understand wtf is going on.
Black and White - take all the color out of it. A stark contrast to the previous piece that "died". All that's left is black and white.
Chris and Hakuna - goes off the previous piece that "closes the book"
Chris turned away - he's shutting himself off
Hakuna looking back - to acknowledge that the past is the past and it's still there even if you try to ignore it
Yo that big ol' blob of darkness over there - I mean, it's all the gross: depression, anxiety, fear, doubt, etc.
All the blank space - a false sense of security.

Oh, and Fang, taking the big L today. Sorry, Fang <''3 I still love you, my sewer rat.

Chris/Hakuna/Dave/Fang/Kate/Art © Drasayer
No specific refs for the joyless boys~

Procreate/Photoshop CS6

Description

Official RidgeRunner Stables storyline.

Featuring:
Not baby Christopher Burton
with 021 NRR Hakuna Matata
<'''3

Let me premise this by saying: lol, this is not an actual april fool's gag
(but it would be nice if it was)

Follows After:

There's a tldr summary of the story below~
It is split up into parts because of mature content. (explained below)

Trigger warnings for dA-hosted story: Depression, sads, a sliver of anxiety - not full blown, a little mads but not bad

Noises began to drift into the arena again. He heard the early morning crew come and go, mucking stalls, making rounds with feed and hay, the usual routine. The buzz of the lights was drowned out by the stirring of morning activity.
"Oh, good morning, Christopher ."
Chris had heard the boots approaching. He knew there was a good chance they were Dave's . He liked to come in early to get a look at scheduling, read through the news, etc. before taking the younger kids to school. If Chris had wanted to avoid him, he wouldn't have stayed in the main lobby for anyone to see him there. Likewise, he didn't look up from the bridle he had taken apart several times and was putting back together again.
"I didn't hear you leave the house, I would have offered you a ride in. Your show went well, I saw." Dave stopped by the table without taking a seat. He didn't want to be a bother which he assumed didn't take much.
Chris raised his brows as a way to say "yep" without verbally responding.
As Dave assumed, Chris wasn't in the talking mood. Dave couldn't remember the last time they actually talked, just the two of them. Not with the company of the hooligan or secondhand information or being spiteful towards one another. Dave sighed, knowing this was going to probably end badly but… a glutton for punishment, he missed his son. He gingerly pulled out a seat and sat at the table, "I was talking to Ms. Peterson while you were away…" Dave took an actual look at Chris and felt like he was looking at a stranger. When did his eyes get so dark underneath them? There was a tinge of red in the corners of his eyes. There was dirt on his shirt's elbows. Had he taken a fall? "Are you alright, Christopher?"

-------------------------------------------------------
Because of the mature nature of this part of the story, I have moved it offsite to my personal garbage can <''3
The following segment of story contains:
Lots of swearing, mads, sads, angst, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, self harm
This bit of story is intended for mature readers only. If any of the previously stated triggers are worrisome for you, please do not proceed to the link below. Stay safe out there, family <''3

-----> drasayer.wixsite.com/rrafterho…

-------------------------------------------------------

Chris looked up from the bridle, setting it down on the table. Okay? Oh, sure. He smirked, “You talked to more than Jennie while I was gone. Thanks for that,” he tossed out flatly.
Dave frowned, leaning back in his chair. “Yes.” No denying that. Word traveled quickly. Although, he wasn’t surprised his offspring had a knack for getting information. Dave was a professional at it. “Ms. Smith didn’t want to be a bother. She meant no harm. Her horse-”
“Dad, I don’t care,” Chris cut him off before he went on some apology rant. He didn’t want to hear it. He just wanted to be numb to all of that. Shut it out like everything else. So done with being dragged down again and again. “She wants to come see her horse, I don’t care. She doesn’t have to slink around like she shouldn’t be here. I don’t care. No, Fang is not going to ever talk to her again. No, I never told Fang to ever be here to begin with. You all fucked everything up on your own. Again. Thanks for that. I really don’t want to talk about any of it anymore, okay?”
Dave crossed his arms, tapping his fingers on his arm. Well, that was more than he ever thought he was going to get out of Chris… He knew way more than Dave thought he might. Evidently, a lot had happened after Dave made Fang leave. He still wanted to ask how he was told everything and what happened then. It was an itch Dave wanted to scratch. But staring back at his son looking haggard and exhausted… Dave lowered his chin, sighting quietly. “Very well, of course. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to cause you trouble.”
Trouble didn’t even begin to describe what came of it. Chris hardened his expression before picking the bridle back up. He wasn’t playing the game where Dave said something that would invite Chris to continue with the subject. “And Jennie had what to say? About the job offer she gave me?”
Dave perked up slightly, leaning forward again. “So she did talk with you?”
“Dad, she’s been trying to take me on as a rider for RidgeRunner for years now. It’s not new-”
“But it’s official now,” Dave smiled, tapping the table to make a point. He couldn’t help but feel so excited and proud! Of course, Chris had been scouted for a while now but he was at an age where he could make some big decisions and big moves for his career! “I do suppose you’ll weigh other offers for a while, first,” Dave backed himself up so he didn’t come off as too eager. But he couldn’t fake that for two seconds before leaning forward again, “Wherever you decide to take rein, I know you will do yourself justice. To think there is a chance you would decide to ride here, well, I would be proud to share the ring alongside you, Christopher.”
Chris neatly tucked a strip of leather into its keeper, coming to a stop. He was tired. Very tired. That’s all it was. The sting in his eyes was from being tired. The pang in his gut - tired. His lungs felt stiff - tired.
He shut Kate off. He shut Hakuna off. He shut Fang off. He glanced up at Dave. Why wouldn’t he just go ahead and shut him off too? May as well. He hadn’t wanted to do any of it to any of them but he had no control over it anymore.
“Yea, Dad, I’ll do what I need to do.”

The safe story: (921 wordcount)

The full story: (3905 wordcount)

tldr summary;
--Chris is on an insomnia binge, hooray~
--He did go to Fang after the previous anxiety attack
--Things did not go well for either one of them
--Fangopher has died. Fucking RIP.
--I am devastated
--This isn't about me though
--Dave is very giddy for Chris to ride for the same stable (shot in the dark but he can hope)
--Chris... is TBA on that

Previous: Close the Whole Book || Next: End of a Saga (Chris POV) | Drowned In Adrenaline (Fang POV; mature content)

Ow, owie, owwwwww, ouch
Dras doesn't like to write these bits. (yes i do) In fact, I've rewritten this part a couple times now D''x And none of the times am I like "Woo! This is the one!" It's more like "...i dun wanna post this because then it becomes official."

I have committed a murder. RIP Fangopher. As I come to the realization wtf am I supposed to draw for my bday trash art now. What have I done.

Art is, of course, symbolic af. And blunt, of course. I like art that's easy to interpret. Don't make it hard for readers to understand wtf is going on.
Black and White - take all the color out of it. A stark contrast to the previous piece that "died". All that's left is black and white.
Chris and Hakuna - goes off the previous piece that "closes the book"
Chris turned away - he's shutting himself off
Hakuna looking back - to acknowledge that the past is the past and it's still there even if you try to ignore it
Yo that big ol' blob of darkness over there - I mean, it's all the gross: depression, anxiety, fear, doubt, etc.
All the blank space - a false sense of security.

Oh, and Fang, taking the big L today. Sorry, Fang <''3 I still love you, my sewer rat.

Chris/Hakuna/Dave/Fang/Kate/Art © Drasayer
No specific refs for the joyless boys~

Procreate/Photoshop CS6