HENCHPERSON™

Some of them want to use you Some of them want to abuse youWho am I to disagree?half-fae shapeshifter indie rp blog || 21+

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[dailytomellis]

Ms. Lopez, you are an enigma, wrapped in a hoodie, under a jaunty ponytail.

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Is it me

"I'm pretty simple but I have explored. Thought I had found it but... I wasn't sure. Always had a feeling that there could be more! But I've been there, done that, bought it, tried it more than I can count. Shook it, stirred it, broke it, smoked it more than I can count...

Oh, but out of everything? You're my favorite! I tried a lot of things, but you're my favorite. Oh, I think I worked this out, finally worked this out... 'Cause out of everything? You're my favorite."

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Who’s been your favorite boss?

"I love ALL of my bosses equally, I could never pick a favorite! And you trying to make me choose between them is very uncool of you! You don't ask your mom which of her kids is her favorite do you?

Cause, if you do, then you've gotta sit there and watch her talk about how she's always loved your older sister more than you, how she's never had anything but contempt for you and your nattering! How the only time she thinks about you is when another bit of her current doll wastes away into dust and ash, and... and...."

"I don't- I don't have a favorite."

[redlipstickresurrected]

YSerebryakov aka YS (Russian, based Russia) - Nito, 2015, Digital Art: Drawing 

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incubabe:

   “If you wanna go straight, or at least make it seem like you’re goin’ straight, you need some semblance’a a paper trail. Having a credit score, a pay slip, tax return’s usually all the government cares about. And not havin’ it makes the company look bad, so –” Ugh. She’d talked herself into looking over Thalia’s finances. The legal sections, at any rate. No section for Loot And Booty in the 1040.

   “Would love to give ya comfort, but I think we both know this’s, como se dice, a farce. Not a real problem.” It’d be passé to note that the money talk had distracted Thalia from weeping, but Riley was aware, to be sure. 

  “Paper trail? Like- Like when your bag of cash is too full, and the loose bills are flying out in the breeze as you’re running from the cops?” Lupin style. Or- One of the Lupins, she didn’t actually know which one? They all sort of blended together. “I can go steal those things if you need me to, boss! There’s the IRS building on 1st street! I can get in and out of there during my lunch break.”

  Fist into the palm of her hand, she rolled onto her side (still curled up into a ball on the ground) and started working over the plan to break into another government building. The kind of henching she missed these days- Wait!

  “It’s not a farce! The cashier at the CVS is so unpleasant. I missed last season’s battle pass and everything. Please, stop bullying me, boss!”

[crookedshovel]

*develops a crush on you. but like. evilly, of course.*

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incubabe:

   As long as the door stayed closed and the screams didn’t hit a certain decibel, Riley wasn’t concerned. Thalia would burn herself out with time. “A credit score’s what shows a bank or a creditor that you’re good at payin’ off your debts, so they can afford to give you a better loan, at better rates. This is an accountin’ firm, Thalia. By the books, you are my secretary.” She wasn’t stupid; she’d instead put into the habit of helpless / dollishness and hope someone would fix the venial issue. Nah. Not Riley.  

   “Thalia, d’you want solutions or comfort.”

  “I don’t know about any of that stuff!” And, surprisingly, she was speaking truthfully. She didn’t know about... creditors or debts or RATES. RATES!? Economics was one of her MOST skipped classes back in middle school, maybe getting a ‘job’ at an economics fi- accounting firm was a bad idea with that in mind. “Before this, I only ever got paid in spoils.” Or begrudging allowance from her mother. 

  “I don’t- I don’t know, boss? I want comfort but I don’t think that’s the answer you want from me...” She’s forgotten to sob and hiccup here. Momentary lapse, she’ll remember when next the outburst really picks up.

[alishasboe]

MADDY and CASSIE in Euphoria season two

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@incubabe

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  “Welcome home, good boss. What is it you desire?”

OPEN!

[wells-hannah]

suze speaking for everyone

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jackfinalfantasy:

   “It better be. If you’re saying stuff to try and seem useful? I’m putting you back in that bottle.” Frankly, she could’ve stayed – it wouldn’t bother Jack. Might be easier to hear water running without the obfuscating presence of a weeping fae. Gamely, he did wait for Thalia to catch up, wearing an expression as though he’d taken an intense whiff of dung all the while.

   “Which way is north.”

    “Please, don’t put me back in the bottle... I’ll be good, I promise.” Now, she was actually crying. She was doing that quietly though, she very much didn’t want to upset him any more than she already had. “The sun’s-” She looked up into the sky, tracking the sun’s position before tapping Jack, politely on the arm. “To our right.” She dabbed at her eyes with her boa again, looking for something positive- Oh! “If we’re lucky, there’ll be fish in the stream. I know a good recipe for grilled lucian catfish. Do... you like catfish?”

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jackfinalfantasy:

   “Real water, and real food.” This was useless. Where was Jed to handle the babysitting duties? Splitting up to find a place to camp, as if setting up next to the nearest cube-set wasn’t a practical – indeed, the practical solution. Dragging his axe out of the nearest tree trunk, Jack shouldered the massive weapon, not granting the fairy even the courtesy of eye contact. “I’m going. You can sit here and sob. Least I’ll find a way back easier, that way.”

Oh, there she went tearing up again. As if the MAGICAL replenishments she made weren’t real? They were as real as she was! If she was going to be mistreated like this, she’d rather still be with Captain Bi- Um! Okay, maybe not. “W-wait! Wait, don’t-” Being LEFT alone was as bad as being SENT OFF on her own! Wings fluttering as frantically as her heart did, she quickly got to her feet and set off to follow! “I’ll help. I’ll help! I- I... I can sense running water about fifteen minutes walk north of here.”

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  “I= I don’t know if I know how.” Crying quietly, she meant. Crying was her means of self-comfort, it was how she restored her mana (the same way the jerky restored her health!) she couldn’t just change her whole thing up! “I’m dignified...” A sniffle, wiping her tears on the fur boa she’d been gifted by Miss Neon a few dungeons prior. “I can make water, if you want! I’m fully charged, ready to help~” And terrified of going off on her own to get berries. What if she got ATTACKED!?

@jackfinalfantasy !!

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incubabe:·

   “The reason they’re called crocodile tears is because generally they only need t’work once since the croc eats you after. Keep goin’ back to the well ‘n’ nobody believes you.” She didn’t need to unwind Thalia’s psychology, only understand it to be able to work with it. The erstwhile bodyguard wanted to act like this, that was fine, but there were consequences. Riley wasn’t Deposed Daddy Dearest, nor was she That Thing – someone had to keep the faeling in line. 

   “Are you using a debit card in year-a-our-lord twenty-twenty-two? You’re never gonna get a good credit score like that. Besides, at Target, you don’t even need to talk to a cashier; just go to a self-checkout. There’s a prompt for scanning the activation codes and everything. Don’t even have t’do the obvious thing’a shapeshifting so the cashiers don’t recognize you.”

    “Crocodiles don’t cry! Their skins are too thick, nothing hurts their feelings...” Not even sticks and stones. They were truly nature’s most powerful little crawly-guys. Thalia was not a crawly guy, her feelings were hurt ALL the time. Like right now, where Riley was hurting her feelings! Choking on another sob, it rolled over into a hiccup as she rolled off of the desk and crumbled onto the ground in a sad heap. 

  “I don’t know what a credit score is... you’re not making a whole lot of sense!” Not talking to cashiers? Credit scores? What kind of future was SHE living in where you didn’t need to speak to the grocery person at the grocery store?! “I can’t use my rewards card if I have a different face every time I show up... It’ll raise too many questions, I won’t get the points I need. I need my points, Boss, I’m almost at a free box of donut holes. First I don’t get VBucks and now you won’t let me eat my donut holes? How did I upset you this time?!”

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  "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Shrieking, crying and trying to SQUEEZE herself into a corner, the weakest daughter of the eternal Winter Court has exhausted ALL of her throwing weapons in an attempt to keep herself safe. To no avail, unfortunately. Whatever haunted her, whatever madness the creature commanded, she could not stop it. Not with all the thrown wallets, fake IDs, broken Tamagotchi, and rare beanie babies, could its advance be halted.

  "H-HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP!" But who could? Who, on this or any Earth, could hope to stand against... this?

[kokomiin]