03-18-2026, 04:14 PM
He doesn't have many goals in life. And by not many, he means two. Which he supposes is more than most, right? At least he doesn't just want to wander aimlessly!
Number one: create as many pink children as possible. (Thats becoming harder nowadays, what with him being a traitless boring bum and all. A Specimen, of course, but women wants wings and caterpillar shifting. He is simply pink.)
Number two: Teach Krieg to sing. Despite the fact that she sounds like she smokes 2 packs of Marlboro Reds daily and Black N Milds when she's feeling fancy, Layland has no DOUBT that shes got a lovely singing voice. Think Miley Cyrus meets Trailer Park Tammy.
So when she exclaims that she will NOT be singing, he offers her a wry grin in return. She doesn't know just how persuasive he can be when the spirit moves him, especially the spirit of song! Death pits, waterfalls, pink deserts, flaming trees...that's all been done. But no one, NO ONE has ever had a singing kingdom! "OH come on, my puke-colored Petunia flower...singing would make us UNIQUE! We would stand out! We would be the talk of Beqanna!" he gushes as his teensy tiny delicate audits prick in excitement. She clearly doesn't know what shes missing!
But when she places that scrappy little pine branch in his silken mane, he falls to his knees in a dramatic bow, his velveteen kissers landing adoringly on her mud-caked flints. "You flatter me, Queen Krieg!" he cries in elation. She may not be up for singing (yet), but this vile-colored Violet has deemed HIM a king! "Perhaps the first song we should learn is "God Save The Queen"? We can change it to King as needed." he says as he scrambles to his feet. Just one look at her face tells him that by this time tomorrow, he'll have her carrying tunes in buckets with the best of 'em.
Aka him, he is the best of them.
Word count: 303
Ooc: probably time to make him non christmas html lmao
Number one: create as many pink children as possible. (Thats becoming harder nowadays, what with him being a traitless boring bum and all. A Specimen, of course, but women wants wings and caterpillar shifting. He is simply pink.)
Number two: Teach Krieg to sing. Despite the fact that she sounds like she smokes 2 packs of Marlboro Reds daily and Black N Milds when she's feeling fancy, Layland has no DOUBT that shes got a lovely singing voice. Think Miley Cyrus meets Trailer Park Tammy.
So when she exclaims that she will NOT be singing, he offers her a wry grin in return. She doesn't know just how persuasive he can be when the spirit moves him, especially the spirit of song! Death pits, waterfalls, pink deserts, flaming trees...that's all been done. But no one, NO ONE has ever had a singing kingdom! "OH come on, my puke-colored Petunia flower...singing would make us UNIQUE! We would stand out! We would be the talk of Beqanna!" he gushes as his teensy tiny delicate audits prick in excitement. She clearly doesn't know what shes missing!
But when she places that scrappy little pine branch in his silken mane, he falls to his knees in a dramatic bow, his velveteen kissers landing adoringly on her mud-caked flints. "You flatter me, Queen Krieg!" he cries in elation. She may not be up for singing (yet), but this vile-colored Violet has deemed HIM a king! "Perhaps the first song we should learn is "God Save The Queen"? We can change it to King as needed." he says as he scrambles to his feet. Just one look at her face tells him that by this time tomorrow, he'll have her carrying tunes in buckets with the best of 'em.
Aka him, he is the best of them.
Word count: 303
Ooc: probably time to make him non christmas html lmao