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
"It doesn't matter. They want it, so offer it to them. It's that simple. Leverage weakness."
"Hmm... alright, I'll try." It says, not sounding sure about whether that would work. "I suppose I thought treating them like one of the shadows that work for me would be attention enough."
"Shadows are good for menial tasks or ones where you're there to keep an eye on them, but they lack the intelligence and capability to do more. If you haven't noticed, more intelligent creatures have more complex needs. Love is a common one, and it drives the weak and feeble to serve their betters, so long as their betters offer something resembling that love in return. It's how I keep my more intelligent minions in line. I convince them that I care about them, and they convince themselves that they care about me."
"I see... I'll keep that in mind for after I've reset their memory." It replies with unnerving nonchalance. "The creatures of this place seem so... frivolous. And yet, they never fully commit to that. They always try to keep some 'moral high-ground'. It's sickening."
The towering faux-humanoid stares at the cat for a bit, before setting it on the ground and giving it a nudge, silently insisting it explore the house. "You may."
He slowly, and steadily wraps his arms around them. beginning to softly cry into their shoulder, his grip growing tighter and tighter around them, closing his eyes "I do love you... even though I haven't met you till today."
His body is light and flexible, as if it were barely there. "How are you so certain of your love?" He asks, sounding genuinely curious.
The towering faux-humanoid stares at the cat for a bit, before setting it on the ground and giving it a nudge, silently insisting it explore the house. "You may."
He slowly, and steadily wraps his arms around them. beginning to softly cry into their shoulder, his grip growing tighter and tighter around them, closing his eyes "I do love you... even though I haven't met you till today."
His body is light and flexible, as if it were barely there. "How are you so certain of your love?" He asks, sounding genuinely curious.
He trembles weakly, never expecting the chance to touch them at all, this little bit is worth everything he could give "I... I don't know... I just do..."
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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.'
"Shadows are good for menial tasks or ones where you're there to keep an eye on them, but they lack the intelligence and capability to do more. If you haven't noticed, more intelligent creatures have more complex needs. Love is a common one, and it drives the weak and feeble to serve their betters, so long as their betters offer something resembling that love in return. It's how I keep my more intelligent minions in line. I convince them that I care about them, and they convince themselves that they care about me."
"I see... I'll keep that in mind for after I've reset their memory." It replies with unnerving nonchalance. "The creatures of this place seem so... frivolous. And yet, they never fully commit to that. They always try to keep some 'moral high-ground'. It's sickening."
(does anyone want to rp?)
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
It stays in the corner as Oliver stumbles over
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She holds up the spoon for Oliver to taste "Don't worry lil Oliver, if they were gonna hurt ya I wouldn't have brought 'em here."
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.)
"I see... I'll keep that in mind for after I've reset their memory." It replies with unnerving nonchalance. "The creatures of this place seem so... frivolous. And yet, they never fully commit to that. They always try to keep some 'moral high-ground'. It's sickening."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Oliver tastes it and nods.
The thing stays in its corner, glaring at the duo
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She pats their head, before continuing to cook, she looks at the creature "Fix yer face an' come over here!" She commands.
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.)
His body is light and flexible, as if it were barely there. "How are you so certain of your love?" He asks, sounding genuinely curious.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It snarls, snapping at them both and grazing Olivers leg
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He trembles weakly, never expecting the chance to touch them at all, this little bit is worth everything he could give "I... I don't know... I just do..."
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.)
He turns the page. "Why are you talking to me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She holds out the spoon, hitting them on the nose before giving them a chance to taste it "Here, now behave."
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.)
It sniffs it and retches, hissing and cutting open Olivers leg with a swipe from his claws
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She gets up, healing Oliver before wrapping her arms around the beast's neck, and dropping them both to the ground in a headlock. Grapple:30
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.)
STR: 23
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She got it trapped in the headlock, crushing it with her strength.
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.)
*I really don't like my bad guy, I'll be honest.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It screeches and roars, squirming as Oliver covers his eyes and rocks back and forth, crying from the loud noises
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Well that sucks, because I think they're pretty cool. That's just me ig.*
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.)
"STOP OR I'LL [GP]IN' BREAK YER NECK, UNDERSTOOD?" She says, her hold crushing them as she sees Oliver nearby.
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.)
It nods, snarling and gasping for air
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.