He leans down to them “Use the sword, write in the dirt. It’s okay.”
“I can’t give ya just me, I love ya too much.” He gives them a kiss.
*Im sorry.*
He begins to scratch something into the dirt, it looks like the sentence 'It hurts'.
He smirks under his mask and nuzzles him.
*If I could give you a noogie right now I would.*
He nods, looking up to them “I’m sorry it does… is there anything I could possibly do to help?”
They return the nuzzling “When do ya want me ta get yer gift?”
He shakes his head and hands back the sword.
"Anytime is fine." he smiles
He sheaths it and hugs them, his eyes moistening with tears.
He stands up, “Then I’ll be right back.” He runs off. He comes back with a decently large bag in hand, handing it to them.
A raspy groan comes from their throat but they hug back.
He narrows his eyes behind the mask and takes it.
“How long do you think you have left?” He gives them the blade back to write.
It seems to be a set of knives, each of them unique, one of them even from the Gnarly Desert, that one engraved with their initials. Grimes is waiting to see how they react to the gift.
They shrug, rolling his rotting shoulders. He scratches into the dirt "I am dying but not dead.. A constant state of rot."
They hold each one up, examining it before putting them away and yanking Grime's by the collar and kissing him passionately.
“You are in a state of constant pain and torment?” He rubs the bridge of his nose “Can I kill you? For your sake.”
He is definitely surprised by the reaction, but adapts quickly enough, passionately kissing them back, blushing all across their face.
He leans down to them “Use the sword, write in the dirt. It’s okay.”
“I can’t give ya just me, I love ya too much.” He gives them a kiss.
*Im sorry.*
He begins to scratch something into the dirt, it looks like the sentence 'It hurts'.
He smirks under his mask and nuzzles him.
*If I could give you a noogie right now I would.*
He nods, looking up to them “I’m sorry it does… is there anything I could possibly do to help?”
They return the nuzzling “When do ya want me ta get yer gift?”
He shakes his head and hands back the sword.
"Anytime is fine." he smiles
He sheaths it and hugs them, his eyes moistening with tears.
He stands up, “Then I’ll be right back.” He runs off. He comes back with a decently large bag in hand, handing it to them.
A raspy groan comes from their throat but they hug back.
He narrows his eyes behind the mask and takes it.
“How long do you think you have left?” He gives them the blade back to write.
It seems to be a set of knives, each of them unique, one of them even from the Gnarly Desert, that one engraved with their initials. Grimes is waiting to see how they react to the gift.
They shrug, rolling his rotting shoulders. He scratches into the dirt "I am dying but not dead.. A constant state of rot."
They hold each one up, examining it before putting them away and yanking Grime's by the collar and kissing him passionately.
“You are in a state of constant pain and torment?” He rubs the bridge of his nose “Can I kill you? For your sake.”
He is definitely surprised by the reaction, but adapts quickly enough, passionately kissing them back, blushing all across their face.
He scratches out the word 'No' and drops the sword.
"Now I have to buy you so many presents..." He murmurs and pulls away.
He leans down to them “Use the sword, write in the dirt. It’s okay.”
“I can’t give ya just me, I love ya too much.” He gives them a kiss.
*Im sorry.*
He begins to scratch something into the dirt, it looks like the sentence 'It hurts'.
He smirks under his mask and nuzzles him.
*If I could give you a noogie right now I would.*
He nods, looking up to them “I’m sorry it does… is there anything I could possibly do to help?”
They return the nuzzling “When do ya want me ta get yer gift?”
He shakes his head and hands back the sword.
"Anytime is fine." he smiles
He sheaths it and hugs them, his eyes moistening with tears.
He stands up, “Then I’ll be right back.” He runs off. He comes back with a decently large bag in hand, handing it to them.
A raspy groan comes from their throat but they hug back.
He narrows his eyes behind the mask and takes it.
“How long do you think you have left?” He gives them the blade back to write.
It seems to be a set of knives, each of them unique, one of them even from the Gnarly Desert, that one engraved with their initials. Grimes is waiting to see how they react to the gift.
They shrug, rolling his rotting shoulders. He scratches into the dirt "I am dying but not dead.. A constant state of rot."
They hold each one up, examining it before putting them away and yanking Grime's by the collar and kissing him passionately.
“You are in a state of constant pain and torment?” He rubs the bridge of his nose “Can I kill you? For your sake.”
He is definitely surprised by the reaction, but adapts quickly enough, passionately kissing them back, blushing all across their face.
He scratches out the word 'No' and drops the sword.
"Now I have to buy you so many presents..." He murmurs and pulls away.
He takes the sword “Then I’ll need to find something I can do to make you more comfortable.”
He shakes his head, smiling at them “Ta don’t have ta buy me anythin’, those are all from my travels, an’ I wanted ta give them ta the person I love.”
He leans down to them “Use the sword, write in the dirt. It’s okay.”
“I can’t give ya just me, I love ya too much.” He gives them a kiss.
*Im sorry.*
He begins to scratch something into the dirt, it looks like the sentence 'It hurts'.
He smirks under his mask and nuzzles him.
*If I could give you a noogie right now I would.*
He nods, looking up to them “I’m sorry it does… is there anything I could possibly do to help?”
They return the nuzzling “When do ya want me ta get yer gift?”
He shakes his head and hands back the sword.
"Anytime is fine." he smiles
He sheaths it and hugs them, his eyes moistening with tears.
He stands up, “Then I’ll be right back.” He runs off. He comes back with a decently large bag in hand, handing it to them.
A raspy groan comes from their throat but they hug back.
He narrows his eyes behind the mask and takes it.
“How long do you think you have left?” He gives them the blade back to write.
It seems to be a set of knives, each of them unique, one of them even from the Gnarly Desert, that one engraved with their initials. Grimes is waiting to see how they react to the gift.
They shrug, rolling his rotting shoulders. He scratches into the dirt "I am dying but not dead.. A constant state of rot."
They hold each one up, examining it before putting them away and yanking Grime's by the collar and kissing him passionately.
“You are in a state of constant pain and torment?” He rubs the bridge of his nose “Can I kill you? For your sake.”
He is definitely surprised by the reaction, but adapts quickly enough, passionately kissing them back, blushing all across their face.
He scratches out the word 'No' and drops the sword.
"Now I have to buy you so many presents..." He murmurs and pulls away.
He takes the sword “Then I’ll need to find something I can do to make you more comfortable.”
He shakes his head, smiling at them “Ta don’t have ta buy me anythin’, those are all from my travels, an’ I wanted ta give them ta the person I love.”
He hears a grunting noise as Max sits down on the ground.
"Still. I want to do something nice for you." He says.
He leans down to them “Use the sword, write in the dirt. It’s okay.”
“I can’t give ya just me, I love ya too much.” He gives them a kiss.
*Im sorry.*
He begins to scratch something into the dirt, it looks like the sentence 'It hurts'.
He smirks under his mask and nuzzles him.
*If I could give you a noogie right now I would.*
He nods, looking up to them “I’m sorry it does… is there anything I could possibly do to help?”
They return the nuzzling “When do ya want me ta get yer gift?”
He shakes his head and hands back the sword.
"Anytime is fine." he smiles
He sheaths it and hugs them, his eyes moistening with tears.
He stands up, “Then I’ll be right back.” He runs off. He comes back with a decently large bag in hand, handing it to them.
A raspy groan comes from their throat but they hug back.
He narrows his eyes behind the mask and takes it.
“How long do you think you have left?” He gives them the blade back to write.
It seems to be a set of knives, each of them unique, one of them even from the Gnarly Desert, that one engraved with their initials. Grimes is waiting to see how they react to the gift.
They shrug, rolling his rotting shoulders. He scratches into the dirt "I am dying but not dead.. A constant state of rot."
They hold each one up, examining it before putting them away and yanking Grime's by the collar and kissing him passionately.
“You are in a state of constant pain and torment?” He rubs the bridge of his nose “Can I kill you? For your sake.”
He is definitely surprised by the reaction, but adapts quickly enough, passionately kissing them back, blushing all across their face.
He scratches out the word 'No' and drops the sword.
"Now I have to buy you so many presents..." He murmurs and pulls away.
He takes the sword “Then I’ll need to find something I can do to make you more comfortable.”
He shakes his head, smiling at them “Ta don’t have ta buy me anythin’, those are all from my travels, an’ I wanted ta give them ta the person I love.”
He hears a grunting noise as Max sits down on the ground.
"Still. I want to do something nice for you." He says.
Tengen sits next to them, crossing his legs and going back to meditating “I’m sorry my friend.”
“Would ya just continue ta love me the same as ya have then?”
He leans down to them “Use the sword, write in the dirt. It’s okay.”
“I can’t give ya just me, I love ya too much.” He gives them a kiss.
*Im sorry.*
He begins to scratch something into the dirt, it looks like the sentence 'It hurts'.
He smirks under his mask and nuzzles him.
*If I could give you a noogie right now I would.*
He nods, looking up to them “I’m sorry it does… is there anything I could possibly do to help?”
They return the nuzzling “When do ya want me ta get yer gift?”
He shakes his head and hands back the sword.
"Anytime is fine." he smiles
He sheaths it and hugs them, his eyes moistening with tears.
He stands up, “Then I’ll be right back.” He runs off. He comes back with a decently large bag in hand, handing it to them.
A raspy groan comes from their throat but they hug back.
He narrows his eyes behind the mask and takes it.
“How long do you think you have left?” He gives them the blade back to write.
It seems to be a set of knives, each of them unique, one of them even from the Gnarly Desert, that one engraved with their initials. Grimes is waiting to see how they react to the gift.
They shrug, rolling his rotting shoulders. He scratches into the dirt "I am dying but not dead.. A constant state of rot."
They hold each one up, examining it before putting them away and yanking Grime's by the collar and kissing him passionately.
“You are in a state of constant pain and torment?” He rubs the bridge of his nose “Can I kill you? For your sake.”
He is definitely surprised by the reaction, but adapts quickly enough, passionately kissing them back, blushing all across their face.
He scratches out the word 'No' and drops the sword.
"Now I have to buy you so many presents..." He murmurs and pulls away.
He takes the sword “Then I’ll need to find something I can do to make you more comfortable.”
He shakes his head, smiling at them “Ta don’t have ta buy me anythin’, those are all from my travels, an’ I wanted ta give them ta the person I love.”
He hears a grunting noise as Max sits down on the ground.
"Still. I want to do something nice for you." He says.
Tengen sits next to them, crossing his legs and going back to meditating “I’m sorry my friend.”
“Would ya just continue ta love me the same as ya have then?”
He turns his head towards them and then leans his head on their shoulder.
"Of course, forever until my undying soul finally rots."
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*I had another weird idea for a character last night based on the sort of sorrowsworn concept that's been floating around in my head combined with the sin eater concept I enjoy.*
*Basically, a long time ago, a fascist cult found out that killing everyone who was even slightly weird or something was "bad," so they built a life-sized golden statue of their founder (made to look as holy and forgiving as possible) in their temple. At the feet of the statue was a pool of water, and at its sides were small, smooth stones. The followers would take these stones and imbue them with their own sins against the cult's doctrine, then at the end of the week they would place the stones in the pool to be cleansed.*
*The statue slowly became "corrupted," gaining feelings and awareness due to all the mostly harmless thoughts placed into the pool. It swelled with the so-called evil contained within, and eventually became hungry for actual crimes, not just "I felt attracted to another man at my workplace" or "I ate my father's leftovers while I was clearing the table because I was still hungry after dinner."*
*People found out about the soft, living statue, and discovered that it was actually a mostly chill guy. Now it would eat the sins of the dead so that they could get into a good afterlife, and put down mindless undead in order to do the same thing. The people armed it with a mighty blade and basically let it do its thing, despite the endless warnings from church leadership that this thing was an embodiment of everything they were supposed to fear and hate, which it was.*
*Now the church leadership is trying to destroy the former statue while it goes on its adventure of forgiveness and love and gluttony and brutal execution.*
*I had another weird idea for a character last night based on the sort of sorrowsworn concept that's been floating around in my head combined with the sin eater concept I enjoy.*
*Basically, a long time ago, a fascist cult found out that killing everyone who was even slightly weird or something was "bad," so they built a life-sized golden statue of their founder (made to look as holy and forgiving as possible) in their temple. At the feet of the statue was a pool of water, and at its sides were small, smooth stones. The followers would take these stones and imbue them with their own sins against the cult's doctrine, then at the end of the week they would place the stones in the pool to be cleansed.*
*The statue slowly became "corrupted," gaining feelings and awareness due to all the mostly harmless thoughts placed into the pool. It swelled with the so-called evil contained within, and eventually became hungry for actual crimes, not just "I felt attracted to another man at my workplace" or "I ate my father's leftovers while I was clearing the table because I was still hungry after dinner."*
*People found out about the soft, living statue, and discovered that it was actually a mostly chill guy. Now it would eat the sins of the dead so that they could get into a good afterlife, and put down mindless undead in order to do the same thing. The people armed it with a mighty blade and basically let it do its thing, despite the endless warnings from church leadership that this thing was an embodiment of everything they were supposed to fear and hate, which it was.*
*Now the church leadership is trying to destroy the former statue while it goes on its adventure of forgiveness and love and gluttony and brutal execution.*
*Any thoughts?*
*Another sin eater character? I do love the idea of a being that wasn't supposed to do something, simply existing without a real sentience, after all, that's why I made Tim, though the backstory is mostly different there. The statue's just kinda chillin' and consuming the sins and bad thoughts of those it encounters that are willing to give them up? I like it, though it leaves me to wonder if you like it, not purely as a concept, but a character you want to play. I worry for you man.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The strugel with the soda cart is calmly counting coins on a stump out in the woods. His hand begins to shake as he counts down the last gold. He slams his fists down over and over in a tantrum. After a bit of that, he takes some deep breaths and straightens his glasses. He puts the coins in paper tubes, then puts the tubes in little parcels, and along with one of them a letter of apology for not supplying enough. He plasters on a smile and heads to the post office, packages under his arms.
The strugel with the soda cart is calmly counting coins on a stump out in the woods. His hand begins to shake as he counts down the last gold. He slams his fists down over and over in a tantrum. After a bit of that, he takes some deep breaths and straightens his glasses. He puts the coins in paper tubes, then puts the tubes in little parcels, and along with one of them a letter of apology for not supplying enough. He plasters on a smile and heads to the post office, packages under his arms.
Harlow, who has been in a nearby river, collecting sample of the blood from the salmon there. He watches carefully, stormy eyes narrowed, but decides it isn't his place to bother them especially if they are mad.
The strugel with the soda cart is calmly counting coins on a stump out in the woods. His hand begins to shake as he counts down the last gold. He slams his fists down over and over in a tantrum. After a bit of that, he takes some deep breaths and straightens his glasses. He puts the coins in paper tubes, then puts the tubes in little parcels, and along with one of them a letter of apology for not supplying enough. He plasters on a smile and heads to the post office, packages under his arms.
Harlow, who has been in a nearby river, collecting sample of the blood from the salmon there. He watches carefully, stormy eyes narrowed, but decides it isn't his place to bother them especially if they are mad.
After a couple of minutes, the struggle comes out of the post office, sighing and wiping off his glasses. He goes back to the place and begins to move his stand/cart once more. He sees Harlow and stops, quickly mixing an ice-cold cola and walking over. "Hey, pal. Thirsty?"
*I was playing Dragon Heist with Syrupsoft the Soda Strugel a bit ago, and he ended up threatening to cut off a guy's fingers if he didn't shut down his own tavern and come work for Trollskull Manor Inn.*
The strugel with the soda cart is calmly counting coins on a stump out in the woods. His hand begins to shake as he counts down the last gold. He slams his fists down over and over in a tantrum. After a bit of that, he takes some deep breaths and straightens his glasses. He puts the coins in paper tubes, then puts the tubes in little parcels, and along with one of them a letter of apology for not supplying enough. He plasters on a smile and heads to the post office, packages under his arms.
Harlow, who has been in a nearby river, collecting sample of the blood from the salmon there. He watches carefully, stormy eyes narrowed, but decides it isn't his place to bother them especially if they are mad.
After a couple of minutes, the struggle comes out of the post office, sighing and wiping off his glasses. He goes back to the place and begins to move his stand/cart once more. He sees Harlow and stops, quickly mixing an ice-cold cola and walking over. "Hey, pal. Thirsty?"
"No. I do not like bubbling drinks like soda or seltzer. The carbonated bubbles feel horrible." He said, tilting his head.
After a couple of minutes, the struggle comes out of the post office, sighing and wiping off his glasses. He goes back to the place and begins to move his stand/cart once more. He sees Harlow and stops, quickly mixing an ice-cold cola and walking over. "Hey, pal. Thirsty?"
"No. I do not like bubbling drinks like soda or seltzer. The carbonated bubbles feel horrible." He said, tilting his head.
"I'm sorry to hear that." He lets his feet rest in the running water, too short to wade in himself without drowning. "So what's with the fish blood? You a researcher or sumn'?" He's very calm and casual, not standoffish in the slightest.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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“You are in a state of constant pain and torment?” He rubs the bridge of his nose “Can I kill you? For your sake.”
He is definitely surprised by the reaction, but adapts quickly enough, passionately kissing them back, blushing all across their face.
*Jobah, while I have the time, wanna rp?*
He scratches out the word 'No' and drops the sword.
"Now I have to buy you so many presents..." He murmurs and pulls away.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He takes the sword “Then I’ll need to find something I can do to make you more comfortable.”
He shakes his head, smiling at them “Ta don’t have ta buy me anythin’, those are all from my travels, an’ I wanted ta give them ta the person I love.”
He hears a grunting noise as Max sits down on the ground.
"Still. I want to do something nice for you." He says.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Tengen sits next to them, crossing his legs and going back to meditating “I’m sorry my friend.”
“Would ya just continue ta love me the same as ya have then?”
He turns his head towards them and then leans his head on their shoulder.
"Of course, forever until my undying soul finally rots."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Cut for Wendi.*
He smiles, wrapping an arm around them to comfort them. (Good place to end? Want anyone else?)
He smiles, looking deep into where their eyes would be “I wish I could do the same.”
(hi wendi)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*I suppose anyone will do.*
"If you die, I will revive you, and you can join me in undeath."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(you want to rp wendo)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Of course, maybe just Sparrow. Sorry for being slow.*
Sparrow be bring his stuff to his and Stroth’s new home that Ragnerious has built for them both.
He nuzzles against their chest, holding it with a hand “That sounds amazin’.”
*I had another weird idea for a character last night based on the sort of sorrowsworn concept that's been floating around in my head combined with the sin eater concept I enjoy.*
*Basically, a long time ago, a fascist cult found out that killing everyone who was even slightly weird or something was "bad," so they built a life-sized golden statue of their founder (made to look as holy and forgiving as possible) in their temple. At the feet of the statue was a pool of water, and at its sides were small, smooth stones. The followers would take these stones and imbue them with their own sins against the cult's doctrine, then at the end of the week they would place the stones in the pool to be cleansed.*
*The statue slowly became "corrupted," gaining feelings and awareness due to all the mostly harmless thoughts placed into the pool. It swelled with the so-called evil contained within, and eventually became hungry for actual crimes, not just "I felt attracted to another man at my workplace" or "I ate my father's leftovers while I was clearing the table because I was still hungry after dinner."*
*People found out about the soft, living statue, and discovered that it was actually a mostly chill guy. Now it would eat the sins of the dead so that they could get into a good afterlife, and put down mindless undead in order to do the same thing. The people armed it with a mighty blade and basically let it do its thing, despite the endless warnings from church leadership that this thing was an embodiment of everything they were supposed to fear and hate, which it was.*
*Now the church leadership is trying to destroy the former statue while it goes on its adventure of forgiveness and love and gluttony and brutal execution.*
*Any thoughts?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Another sin eater character? I do love the idea of a being that wasn't supposed to do something, simply existing without a real sentience, after all, that's why I made Tim, though the backstory is mostly different there. The statue's just kinda chillin' and consuming the sins and bad thoughts of those it encounters that are willing to give them up? I like it, though it leaves me to wonder if you like it, not purely as a concept, but a character you want to play. I worry for you man.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The strugel with the soda cart is calmly counting coins on a stump out in the woods. His hand begins to shake as he counts down the last gold. He slams his fists down over and over in a tantrum. After a bit of that, he takes some deep breaths and straightens his glasses. He puts the coins in paper tubes, then puts the tubes in little parcels, and along with one of them a letter of apology for not supplying enough. He plasters on a smile and heads to the post office, packages under his arms.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Harlow, who has been in a nearby river, collecting sample of the blood from the salmon there. He watches carefully, stormy eyes narrowed, but decides it isn't his place to bother them especially if they are mad.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
After a couple of minutes, the struggle comes out of the post office, sighing and wiping off his glasses. He goes back to the place and begins to move his stand/cart once more. He sees Harlow and stops, quickly mixing an ice-cold cola and walking over. "Hey, pal. Thirsty?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I was playing Dragon Heist with Syrupsoft the Soda Strugel a bit ago, and he ended up threatening to cut off a guy's fingers if he didn't shut down his own tavern and come work for Trollskull Manor Inn.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No. I do not like bubbling drinks like soda or seltzer. The carbonated bubbles feel horrible." He said, tilting his head.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I'm sorry to hear that." He lets his feet rest in the running water, too short to wade in himself without drowning. "So what's with the fish blood? You a researcher or sumn'?" He's very calm and casual, not standoffish in the slightest.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels