#thcsevoices

Send a Ö and I’ll reveal a character I’d consider rping.

//....... Kinda breaking the silly muse streak.........

Bowser leaned back against the stone bench with a low rumble of a chuckle, settling his massive frame next to the princess as the torchlight flickered across his spiked shell.

“Well, I don’t know if ya noticed, Peach,” he said, jabbing a thick claw toward his own chest, “but there ain’t really anyone like me in the Koopa Kingdom. Always wanted to be a creator, y’know? Stuff like paintin’, sculptin’, theater… but paintin’ most of all.”

His red eyes started twinkling, the way they did whenever he let himself think about brushes and canvas instead of fire and conquest. He was damn good at it, too he’d say so himself without a second thought. “But I’m sure ya can guess it’s pretty tough to audition for a play when you’re a ten foot dragon.

The Koopas and the Koopa Kingdom… they all expected me to be some fire breathin’ monster.”

He gave a heavy shrug, smoke curling lazily from the corners of his mouth. “And that’s kinda just what I became.”

@thcsevoices plotted a thing

There was a lot less fanfare arriving in The Dark Kingdom than at home in Corona, but Luciana didn't really mind, though her handmaiden had insisted she change out of her traveling clothes and dress in a deep purple gown when meeting her grandfather's court.

It was slightly ridiculous, but Luciana did not argue.

Her grandfather was warm and loving as always, though Luciana silently noted how gray and tired the king looked. She may be queen sooner than anticipated and it frightened her.

But then her attention was redirected to the court at large.

Some she already knew, such as Dame Adira, who was always kind to her.

But there was also new faces.

"Psh, my cataracts are just peachy," he muttered, blowing the fur out of his eyes, trying to remember where he left his glasses. Truth be told, almost everything was a blur, except for the squirrel lying next to him. Slappy was decidedly not a morning person and neither was he but all the same, he couldn't help but give a dazed smile. After a moment, Walter realized he'd been staring at her, clearing his throat and attempting to sit up, his joints creaking. "Oof...too bad I can't say the same thing about that..."

On second thought, maybe he would stay here a little while longer. It was still dark outside, most likely cold and dreary too, as it usually was around this time of year. He couldn't think of anything less appealing than getting up for that. He flopped back onto the bed, edging closer to Slappy, his fluffy tail intertwining with hers.

"What's this nonsense I hear about me kidnapping children?"

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion. (status — accepting!)

I'LL SAY IT UNTIL I CAN'T SAY IT ANYMORE!

STOP WOOBIFYING SILVER!

06's interpretation / introduction of Silver was GREAT! Fucking fantastic, even! He's deadset on murdering Sonic without remorse in his mission to save his world! He's a fucked up kid who grew up in an awful, desolate, gritty future and he deserves to be ANGRY about that shit!!!!!!

I'm not saying he can't also be polite, fun-loving, and nice, but that is NOT the crux of his character! He's insanely powerful, and was even able to take down Sonic ON HIS OWN, but his powers and presence in the present of the series are constantly being wasted in favor of Shadow getting the spotlight! "Oh ermmm Shadow would body Silver" WRONG! SILVER WOULD FUCKING MAIM HIM AND THEN DROP A CAR ON HIS ASS!!!!!!! STOP PRIORITIZING SHADOW AND MAKING HIM FUCKING OP SILVER IS LITERALLY COOLER THAN HIM!!!!!!!!!

༘⋆｡ stirring the pot starters

She looked at him stupid, frankly.

He really had the audacity to look her in the eye, into her soul, and say that to her? Pomni really couldn't believe him; he repeatedly kept stabbing her clean and she allowed him to - all for the end goal of trying to breakthrough to him. To just get him to see that his perception of things was completely wrong.

She had to take a deep breath about this, try to keep herself from showing a weak emotion, of just how much this was tearing her inside. Pomni didn't have the fight left to keep this going.

⸺ ❝ ...If you can't see still that what we had was real, and want to continue with your narrative to say that we're both lying? Maybe I was right in assuming you fit the "villain" archetype, after all. I like you, Jax. The real you. And I don't have to lie about that. ❞