I made this drawing of everyone’s favorite lame geezer!! :3
And this stupid doodle on the side
I hope you like them, Pin Pin!! ^_^
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Reference if you want it ig:
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I feel like this was a lot funnier in my head. Oh well.
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Also this funny doodle I did on the side :3 I do hope you like it, Pinnie ^_^
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It's too early for this
Training the spreader over a week and a half had been tough going, the man has a LOT of issues that stemmed from little to no social interaction with others that wasn't either sex or fighting, lucky for Liva he was, like a dog, food motivated! So, when she managed to pull him off his obssesion's shadow he was learning, even if things didn't seem to make sense to him. She encouraged him to ask questions and whatever she couldn't explain on her own she looked up for them to learn together.
Liva had heard about Fasma from Breg, and it was no wonder that the spreader hadn't learned much, his guide was hardly stable himself! Other than when he was mentioned by Breg she didn't think too much about the other monsters exsistance. Breg could be trained, ignorant and stubborn not unlike a teenager, but, it took patience and understanding that thankfully Liva had.
What the troll had not expected to happen was waking up to banging on her door and slurred yells for her attention, so, at two in the gods damned morning she was up and out of her bed, opening the door to see... Um, a ghost? A weird ghost, a drunk ghost who greeted her with "There youse are! *Hic* Egg head is MY client toots, and youse better not be gettin any!.. WOAH!" As much as she wanted to close the door in his face, Liva instead grabbed the most solid looking part of the specter and dragged him inside,she had neighbors to consider.
When she looked back, what had been a ghost about her height was now a ball of still angry plasma on the floor, and he was still talking... This was, weird, and she'd been dealing with Breg lately. She went to get her window squeegee and dust pan, collecting him up and dumping him into the kitchen sink after plugging it up. This was met with resistance, little noodle arms slapping at her, but that did little to deter the troll, if she was going to be forced to listen to this it was going to be on her terms, firstly, she went to her bag and got her breath mints, pouring them into the still yammering mouth, watching him struggle and try to spit them out.
This was met with her pinching his mouth closed until he swallowed them like a stubborn cat. "Good boy!" Coo'd at him in only a slightly mocking way before she turned on the sink, filling it with some warm water, unsure if he could drown she didn't fill it entirely, then got dish soap on her hands before attempting to clean him, leading to a LOT of indignant shrieking and swearing, along with attempts at wiggling free. "LADY IM NOT YOUR FUCKING PET! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Hopefully this would be a lesson to the little drunk, you show up at a strangers house drunk, demanding, and yelling? you get treated how they see fit.
Liva had no idea if she was getting him clean, but this was very entertaining, and she considered this even for him waking her up so early. The blob eventually seemed to surrender, at least he stopped struggling, but he never shut up, this was a humiliating situation. When his words had dwindled down to just looking at her angrily and saying "Fucker!" She spoke to him.
"Listen, I'm not trying to steal your friend from you." That seemed to rile him up again and two cartoony hands slammed on the sides of the sink "He's not!.." that got him the sink turned on and a mouth full of water. "I don't care, I don't. You call him whatever you want little drunk ball, but I'm not trying to steal your position in his life, he's told me that you're helping him, I want to do that too, that's all." How much of that the little goo thing actually believed was not her problem, his coming to take out his insecurity was also not her problem.
What WAS her problem was scooping out bits of him, rinsing them off and then setting him in a Tupperware container. He was very melty. Once he was all cleaned up and put in the box, she carried him to the living room and turned on the TV, putting the volume down a good deal, he was clearly having trouble remaining conscious, and she figured he pass out soon "If you want to speak to me like an adult, you can wait here until I wake up." He was out, presumably, he had stopped making noise and was just a weird sort of goo in the bottom of the Tupperware, thank fuck. The troll turned off the lights and went back to bed, not looking forward to dealing with a hung over, whatever the fuck he was.
@eldritch-spouse I feel more confident writing him then I do Breg for some reason.
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Scusa, amore, ti prometto un giorno partiremo
Verso dove esiste un mondo che non conosciamo
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Sei indelebile come la vita che prendo a sberle
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