#curiousobjecthead

“...fix your posture, boy.”

The Gardevior even gives a tiny slap on Dosh’ back as he sees him slouched slightly - and I mean it. Slightly. Barely not straight - before turning around, staring him down and picking up his header, tilting it to make the human look up.

“Relax those shoulders. Breathe and stop being so stiff, will you? And those feet, fix them. Don’t point them to one another, it shows how scared you are.”

Slamming both hands on his shoulders now - RELAX THEM, DAMNIT - Sage stares at the other dead in the eyes.

“If the audience senses your fear, you’ll be doomed. They’ll eat you alive, boy. They’ll tear you limb by limb and feed your sorry carcass to the dogs. Showbusiness is nothing but a slow and painful death for whoever isn’t ready to face it bearing their fangs.

Make the others fear you, boy. Make them know they’re inferior. Make them know you’re a god.”

...and with that, he pats Dosh’ shoulders.

@curiousobjecthead​

     He had waited a while for the other to enter the room, keeping to the shadows, lurking in the darkness. No light had been on, the room only slightly lit by the glow of machines. It was almost eerie as he just lingered in the corner, watching, waiting, his breaths calm and slowly drawn.

     He had only been there about half an hour, his thoughts completely on the waiting. His head would be clear if he were sober but ah, no, he had needed a small boost to get the confidence to do this. To approach Dosh once more and especially in his domain. All sorts coursed through his head; all the things he could do to Dosh flashed before his eyes and he had to fight to clear them away.

     . . . . . .

     His ears prick, head jolts, as he hears the door being opened. The slither of light leaking in almost illuminates him but he ensures to force his back so tight against the wall to keep hidden until the time is right. His soundless breath picks up quicker.

     Click, click, click.

     The door is locked.

     So finally he steps out of the darkness and into the room, his footsteps silent, shoulders hunched and head lowered as he walks in a stalking motion, stopping dead center.

      No words come from his mouth as he stares at the man.

     And then he smirks.

❝ Do ya eat harddrives? ❞

@gnzma​ & @curiousobjecthead​ - An Anon Sent Some Love !

I didn’t think I’d ever have the chance to be a part of a RPC or really do much writing more then my college exams honest. I’ve always liked writing an I’ve done my share of RP between me and a few short friends, but never on sucha scale as this!

So from the bottom of my heart, I appreciate the utter heck outta all y’all who’ve welcomed me and Pate into the community so warmly! From the small little beginnings where I was simply known as the ‘Skull Anon’ to being this ere blog that I still don’t believe deserves such high praise as it gets.

A very special thanks specifically to @curiousobjecthead, @gnzma, @hatsudenki, @cindersalad, and @pokcgcncrations for being the original family that got me introduced here; be it for them lovin the original thought of me comin round or for helping me setup and understand how Tumblr even worked right off the bat. Y’all are the reason I’m here, an I love y’all more then ya know!

Another great set o’ thanks to @intelligentskull, @magma-mouse, @skull-bxund, and @tenderpoison​ for bein first couple o’ rp partners I had the pleasure of meetin. Y’all helped me learn who Pate was, an have helped em into who he is today in various great ways. Wouldn’t be ere without ye.

An a wonderful thank you to...you! To all y’all that follow this blog, who’ve written with me, or just leave likes silently in the distance. Every little bit of support has kept me interested in stickin round an well, I’m plenty lookin forward to this next year here. It dunnae matter who ya are, whether I tagged ya or not, y’alls are wonderful. So, just to say it once more...

Thank you. 

THANK YOU!!!