:rainbow: Smaug's Words :rainbow:
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Hi all, I'm writing pet stories for sP or wishlist items, I've only run a freebie shop in the past so going to start with a flat rate of 1 mill. Will work out future prices based on interest.
First come first serve :)
Form Pet name: Personality: (To get a feel for the tone of the character) Background: (What you want written) Extra:
Slots
- Sex
Finished : Insane Asylum
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Kimivera
Kimivera
There are only three memories that I can recall from my childhood; the Scream, the Rain and the Fireplace.
The Scream
It was a heart wrenching sound that tore through the night, my mother's voice upon seeing her husband as good as dead. Her daughter hovering over his cold body, clutching a doll in his likeness only made her sob all the more. It did not take long for mother to connect the dots, and I was soon deposited at the door of an orphanage.
The Rain
They took me in just long enough that I was almost comfortable being surrounded by children and adults alike that glared at me suspiciously. It wasn't until one of the boys tried to bully me by threatening to cut off one of my tails that I did it again. One less child would save the orphanage a fair bit of money, but the incident still required a great deal of paperwork. While they were at it, they decided it was best to simply economize the paperwork and double up on the money saved. Suffice to say, I found myself abandoned for the second time, huddled against the cold walls beneath the city's main bridge, while an icy rain poured all around me.
The Fireplace
I had fainted from the hypothermia was what they told me later. The only thing I could remember feeling was a coldness, sharper than the rain, coming beneath me and stinging me awake, before a gentle soothing warmth washed over. I had been carried and then set in front of a warm roaring fire, the heat forcing the cold pain to slowly ebb away. That was the point I relaxed for the first night since I had been discarded by my own mother, and I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
That was how I came to Westerfield Manor, and I’m loved by new parents, Shinga and Anagalicia. I am slowly learning to control my unwanted gift, but I still keep everyone I know at an arm's distance for their own protection. At least there’s Blur and Alixir, the best benefit of having robot for friends means there are no souls for me to steal.
Vealixir
December 24
It seems so odd to me, that I should be here in this house on Lumineve. It felt like only yesterday when Shinga found be broken and abandoned at an old landfill. He convinced Ana that I could be repaired, and reminded her of their promise to take in anything that needed a good home. He had spent long hours fixing me, finding the right parts. It still surprises me that someone so attuned to nature, and happiest in his outdoor gardens, could contain the patience to tinker with a machine.
When I asked him, he smiled and said it was had been like pruning a rose bush, nice and steady until it blossomed. I don’t know what it’s like to be a flower, but I think I being compared to a rose is nice.
Living here has been such a blur, my siblings are all nice to me, but I think Marincia is a little hot-tempered at times, even though Deadre is the one that’s Reborn!
I hope that all our days are as happy this one, I feel very useful here, there is so much fixing that needs to be done in this old house. My only Luminaire wish is that I can spend each one here in Westerfield Manor.
Well, I’m going out for one last stroll before midnight, I hope everyone likes the presents I got them! I’ll write more about it tomorrow. Good night!
December 25
Last night, the most astounding thing happened. The sky was clear when I had stepped out for my stroll, but just as I was winding my way down a path near the city, a nasty mixture of icy rain and snow whipped up. Not wanting to get sleet in between my joints, I ducked under a nearby stone bridge.
Imagine my surprise when I saw a tiny Kora, almost full-grown but incredibly scrawny curled up against the wall! She looked completely starved, and I watched as she looked straight at me with her large purple eyes, before falling back into a stupor. I picked her up, quick as I could, and used my wings to shield us as I tried to run through the downpour. The weather was too terrible for me to fly us home, so I had to no choice but to push my way through the icy snow. My joints were so frozen by the time I crossed the threshold, I almost collapsed over the boot mat.
I hardly noticed the astonished looks from my family as I laid her gently down in front of the fireplace. I stayed with her until morning, when she finally opened those beautiful purple eyes again. She gave me a small smile, before Ana ushered me out of the room, insisting I recharge myself.
I’ve only just woken up, but I think this will be the only time I’ll have today to pen an entry until tomorrow. The fact that little Kora is still alive, is the best present I’ve ever gotten.
Merry Luminaire Day!
Any of you guys interested?
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- I'm in the process of saving my sP for a pet slot. :x
Good luck though! ❤
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Good luck! I write myself so I'm good but I appreciate the ping :)
Professor New Krown Lipgloss for you? :b Pet name: Insane Asylum Personality: He's polite and has a snake tongue. Acts like a gentleman. Background: I want a nice rounded out story about him enjoying his favourite tastes. Fear, Insanity and Madness. How he like's his victims reactions and how it's kind of boring to know that only the more insane can see him. He also smells like rotting/dead roses. How many patients he sees and some doctors will catch glimpses of him. Extra: Just general dark heavy and scary things. C: He looks kinda like this click but the smile is wide and wicked.
If you can handle it
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Sounds good :) Just as reference does he refer to himself by any particular name? Or just Insane Asylum?
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he doesn't refer to himself in any name he enjoys the context of being insanity itself
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Here it is :) Ready for pick up!
Insane Asylum
Insane Asylum
The moment the door slams a sickly scent claws through the air, the smell of decaying, rotting roses assaulting her senses in a perverse wave.
“Why hello there! You must be new, come in come in, where are my manners? I’ll be your ever gracious host for the duration of your stay. Might I inquire as to your name, Mademoiselle?â€
Screams and shrieks, nails against the wall, eyes blown wide. Delicious.
“Now, now there is no need for hysterics dear, isn’t that what landed you here in the first place? Ah ah ah, pounding on the door while a gentleman’s speaking is a bit rude, don’t you think? They’re only going to bring out the straight jacket you know.â€
Sobs, utterly delectable sobs, laced with the tart sweetness of fear. Cloying, sticking, swirling around his evening meal.
“Oh bother, I hate to tuck in without even a name, darling. Do be a dear, before I fetch the patient charts, I just find it so hard to wait during supper.â€
Now only laboured breathing, huddled in, eyes closed tight to deny herself the sight of a rather well dressed man, top hat rolling along his fingertips, lounging in the room’s center. Soft words, echoing whispers fill the air
Not real, not real, not real, not real
“Ooooh, so we’re going with this route are we? Denial is so blasé, doll. Well, I have been getting a trifle bored lately, I’m a man of finer tastes after all. Variety really is the spice of life I find. So I propose we play a little game? Games are fun, yes?â€
Not real, not real, not real, not real
“Excellent, excellent, so you agree! The game goes like this, I’ll say things and you tell me if that’s why you’re in here. If I win, then I get to eat, if you win then I get to eat! Perfect game, one of my favourites. Since you’re already crazy, this might not last very long, but do be a dear and try to hold out, it’s so boring playing with broken things.â€
Not real, not real, not real, not real
“Rather good start, I must admit, I’ll go first: mother, father, dog, cat, sister, brother, chicken, duck, fire, tea, biscuits, milk, any ring a bell?â€
Not real, not real, not real, not real
“Hmm, snowglobes, ice cubes, kitchen counters, backpacks, treadmill, ginger, calendar, keys?â€
Not real, not real, not real, not real
“Oh wait, wait, wait! I think I have it…. Josef?â€
Not real, not re-how the fuck does he kno-al, not-just inside your head- real, not real
Threads of madness, a stronger more flavourful aroma seeps out from around her, mixing into a bouquet of scents.
“Mmmm, that is just the thing. Let’s see here, knives for sure, yes?â€
Don’t think about it, just don’t think about it
“Good, good. This should do the trick: It's raining, it's pouring; The baby is snoring. We went stabbity stab, stabbity stab, And he couldn't get up in the morning.â€
The screams return, wonderful desperate screams, filled with visions of blood stained walls and monsters in cribs. He sighs, satisfied at last with the utter feast of flavours, basking in the sheer decadence of utter terror, pure madness and insanity mixing on his tongue.
“This is the perfect thing Madame, I thank you for being so cooperative tonight. Do enjoy the rest of the evening, I know I will.â€
He smoothly turns and exits through the adjoining wall, a whistling tune faintly reminiscent of “Ave Mariaâ€. A wide grin plays on his lips as screams continue behind him.
The lines right before he speaks should be tabbed, but other wise that's the only formatting thing I haven't been able to bring over from word.
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