SmilingPanda19

RECRUITMENT TEAM FOR ALL THE GOSH DARN MALES I WILL NEED FOR GOD GAMES *eye twitch* 1. I love all 3 2. I'm lazy 3. A lot of people who like each of these things will like the others so it sparks peoples interest in the others

Hey everyone, I noticed there is a fair bit of us. We could do watch/listen parties and discuss the seasons/sagas if we wanted... just thought yall would like a lil group for that. (Speaking for me and Thaidybear (I know you see everything and if you see this, I love youuu)) @Edema Rue @J. Magi @Part Of The Narrative aaand im too lazy to tag more people

Hrmph. I shall now be grumpy girlfriend even though he says he might visit and im literally jumping off the walls

*munches on cookie and pouts in corner* Boyfriend job is to give me love and attention and his wallet hrmph (im joking honey shhhh)

BRO T-T HE'S EXPOSING ME

GUYS ME AND MY DOG ARE THE INTROVERT COMMUNITY

He gasps, meeting his eyes for one moment with shock and fear before blood pours out of his mouth and he hunches forward, coughing up his last breathes. "You are no s-son of mine." He mutters before he stops breathing.

"Speak to me like that again. I dare you." He whispers, almost taunting him. He won't hurt him, he won't do it.

"I talk to you however I want." He looks at him, a little ferret snakes up his leg and over his back and onto his shoulder, trying to lick the sword.

"No son! You aren't listening to me! I know what's best for you right now! I'm trying to guide you, Gavin." He takes a step forward, getting angry again.

"You are most important, son." He stops and looks at him for a moment, a soft but hurt look in his eyes.

*GASP* ANOTHER???? @HippoPhileus WOULD YOU BE INTERESTED IN HELPING US PRODUCE A GENDERSWAPPED VERSION OF EPIC THE MUSICAL?

I know sometimes I need attention and find it hard to go to people, so im making a space for people who need attention and want to say it here or want to give attention to people. Whether to talk about random silly obsessions you want to rant about, if you need some affirmation, if you need a disc call, if you need to know someone else is craving physical touch too and you aren't alone, if you need someone to draw something for you or write you a poem, if you need help with something or need to get something off your chest. Its all here. Everyone here supports you, and you can even find someone to talk to in PMs if you need. So for all those people who lack attention whether verbally, physically, emotionally, or anything in between, this is your place.

860. Hate shrunken people

"You can't just... pay off the debt of being my son! Gavin, you don't have to pay me back. I care about you and am trying to protect you and lead you." He looks at his son, kind of shocked. "You need to learn when to step down. When to stop fighting your authority, son."

"Don't disrespect me like that. I'm the reason you are alive and where you are now."

"Nothing of your concern." He takes a step forward, kicking some of the glass back behind him. "We need to talk about your place, son. And part of that is not questioning your authority."

The door creaks open just as he is nearby. The bookshelf slowly covers itself. Inside the doorway are glass shards and blood. A green thick liquid is also splattered on the floor. He can see Emeric hunch over slightly and stand back up, muttering something he can not hear. He turns around and sees Gavin, a small flicker of a grin on his face. "Well what do you know... the little brat shows his face." He mutters.

Emeric's cold veiny fists make contact with the mirror, it cracks and shatters, pieces everywhere on the floor. "Quel genre de père êtes-vous!?" He whispers to himself angrily, his hands shake beneath him. Blood slowly drips from the crevices of his hands. It drips slowly, thick and warm. It feels soothing against his icy skin. "Can't he just be grateful? I've got him this far... he doesn't know how many lives I've had to take to be where I am." He hisses under his breath. The small pieces of mirror still on the frame show his warped and shattered reflection to him. Its hideous. He curses quietly and smashes the rest of the mirror to pieces. He storms over to his bookshelf, searching around for a book and pulling it off. The human anatomy, a passion of his. He presses a small button behind the bookshelf and the wall opens, a cabinet opens with many jars full of a slightly pale green liquid sloshing around in them. He brushes some dust off of some of them before picking one up. Within the jar human skin... is preserved. Not just human skin, a human face. He feels along his own face, half of it is without skin. It must have faded off. He opens the jar slowly and reaches his hand into the liquid. He hisses as the thick green gel burns his cuts in his hand, but they slowly heal. "Hello... Matis." He almost grins as he pulls it out slowly. The face resembles his slightly. His nose is the same with the same flesh tone. He even has a similar stubby beard structure as Emeric does. "You're the last face I have unfortunately, hopefully you'll last long enough for me..." He pauses and doesn't finish the rest, putting the thought past him. This wasn't joyous to him, surely not. This was horrifying, but he had to do what needed to be done. Their flesh is what keeps his alive. "Alright brother... time to serve your purpose." He mutters and whispers. "Frater, Frater, teneo tam carus. Caro tua mea est. tuus sum ego. Meus spiritus tradatur quod tuum meum est, et meum tuum est." The face dissolves and his slowly build up over the open patch. He gasps, feeling a bit of his life drain from him. He coughs and hunches over, falling to his knees. Slowly his breath comes to him and he wipes his mouth with the back of his forearm. "Time to go find that stupid brat and teach him some respect." @Edema Rue

“You will marry that government officials daughter! You will become the next head gamemaker! And you will respect your father!” He yells after him, clenching his fists.