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"...I do."
a robot's voice shouldn't be wistful, but it is. What do the little green men build into machines like him, to make them so...flawed?
I was created for someone, to help ease a burden. I'm on thin ice with him every day.
He doesn't say this to his little companion. He's just a child.
Does he mean an android, perhaps? Artificial lifeforms have all kinds of designation and naming systems. Android are often visually closer to organics, and that breeds all sorts of new problems, ethically. He knows some people toe the line, calling robots their children or creators their parents. He thinks of Savvy SL2, of the latter bracket.
But unfortunately, such sentiments could be shallow. Robots were still fighting their corner for respect, and many had been promised the love of an organic parent only to find it was short-lived.
His sighs in sympathy, sitting at the terminal to begin flicking through files.
"I am afraid such instances do occur. Among all kinds. Your friend has you, at least." He wishes her well, wherever she is.
"Origins are only a footnote. What you two do with your lives is up to you."
Giving advice you don't follow, XO? tsk, tsk.
live forever ? the young dragon whistles -- a funny , birdlike sound . that's something he should tell ojo about when he gets back , although the doe hare might get too big of a head .
“ i only got to meet him once , ” t.abaluga admits , his tail curling . “ but he visits my dreams , sometimes . ”
is it possible to miss someone you never really knew ? he doesn't even know where his mother is-- his real mother , anyway . maybe she's a star , too . t.abaluga wonders why hasn't he dreamed of her , yet .
“ but don't you have a maker , X-0 ? ” the dragon child perks up , looking back at the droid with a curious head tilt . he elaborates .
“ i have a friend back home who was also-- kind of a robot . ” he shrugs . “ and-- and she had a maker who was ALSO her father . ”
“ . . . but . . . not a really good one . ” he adds , a little bitterly . through a young dragon's eyes , it's a strange thing for parents to not love their children-- whether they be flesh , ice , or metal .
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send me ‘ ☕ ‘ and my muse will talk about someone they don’t like and why
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@drachliebe continued from: x
She's answered with a few tilting notes of bowed music rather than a voice, at first. The figure is sat with his back against the stump. It's unhurried and contemplative, like he's feeling out the notes more than following any sheet of music. He doesn't stir at the hello --- but the statement, I see you, makes him still.
When his head moves to look at her, his form blurs briefly. There's duct tape on the old, battered fiddle.
He's frowning, but its more resting on his mug than hostility. In fact, he hardly seems surprised to be seen by her. Being dead means you clue into the nature of certain beings a little more.
"You'd be the first in a long while, little lady," his voice is a tenor drawl, strangely lyrical. "I used to be stout about misbelieving'' signs and coincidences, but..."
If she sees him, maybe there's a reason.
"You had much run-ins with those in limbo?"
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📚 johnny
talk about your past
"a lotta people ask about the parts they know. the fiddle game, the bet. Things in my life weren't even normal before all that. My mother disappeared when I was a babe, and nobody would talk about 'er much. I saw in a picture once --- she used to play one o' those new, fancy harps. But singing was her forte. I think I remember her humming. She had big ears, and orange hair. Whenever I played songs, people in town would get all tense and I never knew why.
That's how I took to playin' by myself in the woods. It was a simple life. My pa didn't like me too much. I was just as content to ignore 'im as he did me.
Then the damn wager happened and Old Scratch stormed off with one less fiddle, and I walked out o' that clearing with a target on my back.
what? Waul's sayin' I should tell a funny story, for once. All right. Old Scratch kept coming back for a while after, tryin' ta trick me into signin' over my soul. One time at the School House my teacher was askin' where my guardians were for a 'word' and I told her ma'am, you don't want my Pa coming down here.
Devil appeared in a puff of smoke and sent everybody hollering. Hell of a cue. Took ages to convince people I wasn't demon spawn after that. I had to shoo the lord of the underworld himself out of the school house with a broom." Like herding a stray cat out.
Speakin' of cats, I met Waul when he was runnin' from Dice's debt collectors. He'd fleased the casino too many times and Lucky Luck had finally slammed the door. He literally would not leave me alone 'till I helped. him."
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Send 📚 and my muse will talk about their past
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Around the stump, the forest has gone greyscale. Color bleeds back in at the edges of the clearing, but in this little pocket, birdsong and rustling have all gone silent. The lean figure sitting against the stump is idly tuning his instrument, a match held between his lips.
"If you can see me," he drawls, "then you're lost in more ways than one, stranger."
#open starter - ink threads#ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ --- J O H N N Y 🎻#G H O S T --- Verse
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starter call 2.0 feel free to combine prompts !
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Looking back on sussing out Johnny's design. Also the creepy concept art of Gray and the trio of souls.
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Toon Grim Reaper? Who is a rabbit because Watership Down.
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so-ho, I did the
What Tarot Card Are You?
and did not see this answer coming.
The Devil
Restriction is not so terrible a thing as you think it is. One must not always be shackled to be prudent. You could use a set of handcuffs in your life, my love. Shall I forge them for you? We could be tied together, you and I. Maybe then you would not want for so many things. Maybe if you were drip fed what you wanted, you would only focus on the next drip, instead of the wide world of things there are to want. You consume what you love, you terrify the things you want. You have chewed your way through your life and you are still hungry. The old woman holds out a key. The iron around your wrist is so very heavy.
stolen from: @mindmxtters
tagging: @drachliebe @thecaptainsxcrew @plasticsouled @musemelodies and YOU!
#ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ --- J O H N N Y 🎻#inkmuses - lore✎#that there's an OOF Johnny boy
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Tell my muse "You're not a monster" and see how they react.
Alternately: Tell them “You’re a monster” and see how they react.
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Time to get to know the muse!
Ask my muse some questions! Ask about their life’s goals, hopes, dreams, and aspirations! Their worst nightmares or greatest fears! Who they love or who they hate. Make the mun get into their muse’s head!
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Originally I did have a 'Toon Grim Reaper' who noticed that three Souls were missing sometime after Gray's creation. Since he houses their souls within him, they didn't cross over to the other side --- but Johnny, Cello and Waul are registered as dead. Their bodies forever fused and changed, lost to them forever. Unlike the other creations in the Circus Gray was made for, his creation is non-reversible. So it's inevitable that Gray will have to give them up, i.e lose his powers, to balance the order of life and death.
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if I ever did a thread with chimera/monster form Gray it would have to be with no icons 'cause I can't draw that well
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a baby dragon from a magic, mythical world talking about the stars and souls with a robot from a sci-fi futuristic world, about fathers when he only has creators, and bonding.
#ooc inkmun#// guys you don't understand it's the juxtaposition it's finding empathy despite vastly different beginnings
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what kind of stupid are you?
BASTARD stupid
Swears are your language and crime is your profession. Your reason for doing just about anything is because you could, no matter how stupid it was. Why did you set that fence on fire? To watch it burn. Why did you put that bug in your mouth? To see what it tastes like. Why did you teach that kid to say fuck? Its funny. Keeping you around is like housing a cartoon villain but at least you know how to pick locks so that's a reason to let you stay.
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tagging: you!
#inkmuses - lore✎#⬜️ Building Block Boys;; Russel#tw - swearing#//can you tell which of my characters was based on stan pines?
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XO stills.
He's...familiar, with mythology. Especially that which pertains to what older cultures would call the heavens. Before Space Travel, many planets likened the lights in the sky to celestial beings, and...the dead.
"We map the stars now as those did all the way back in ancient times." Long hours he'd spent, researching the past, historical accounts, when he drudgery of the day became too monotone. Tentatively, he places a three-fingered, robotic hand on the glass.
"Old sailors would measure the stars with their fingers, to find their way home. As for the moon...I did hear that story. Others, too. Heavenly courts. Rabbits that make elixirs, that would allow people to live forever. Alas, that last one may not be true."
He sees no reason to say what stars really are.
"I am...sorry, little one. I don't know what it's like to have a parent. But I know you must...miss him."
t.abalga's attention never breaks from the window . the distant flares of light hold him in a fascinated trance . if no one back home knew where he had gone to , then the stars were surely looking at him through the station's window , too .
" there you are , " they shimmer in silent observation . " we see you ! "
“ hm-- ? oh ! yeah ! ” t.abaluga snorts as he turns to x-0 again . the little one had become so focused that his own inner fire shimmered in tandem with the heavenly lights ; glowing gold in his belly and sending thins strands of white smoke from his snout .
“ one of my friends told me it helps them know where they are . so they don't get lost . ” he recalls limbo , and the stories lilli told him that he had told her .
“ and there's also this story about how the moon king came down a REEAALLY long time ago , and , and brought some of the creatures up with him . ”
that's where the constellations come from . that was a common folk story in eisworld , so he'd been told . he liked it a lot . the little dragonling then turns back to the starry world outside , a calmer disposition to him despite the circumstance .
“ this is kind'ov a secret , ” he says . “ but one of them is my papa . ”
it was hard so say which one for certain . it was a different perspective all the way up here, and all the stars shone so brightly . so instead , t.abaluga envisioned his father in all of them , and felt a little less lost .
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