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{{ shrignold is a fan of the beatles but only their most british and hippiest and cheesiest of songs }}

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The   worm,   Eagle   had   been   rather   lonely   lately   and   the   only   interactions   he   had   were   hostile   or   rude.   Needless   to   say   he   wasn’t   a   big   fan   of   this;   in   his   mind   he   deserved   better   than   to   be   treated   this   way.   It   just   didn’t   seem   fair   to   him,   I’m   his   mind   he   thought   that   he   barely   did   anything   wrong;   however,   this   was   the   complete   opposite   he   tried   to   force   his   former   colleagues   to   help   him   with   a   business   plan   that   he   came   up   with,   which   was   rightfully   rejected,   he   ended   up   getting   95%   of   the   profits   in   the   plan   he   created.

A   smile   grew   on   his   face   after   that   comment;   others   would   usually   be   annoyed   by   him   or   if   they   were   friendly   it   was   to   only   to   get   rid   of   him.   He   continued   to   the   butterfly   talk   and   it   wasn’t   long   after   that   when   his   face   lit   up;   friends   sounded   nice   right   about   now   and   we’ll   he   didn’t   have   the   easiest   time   making   them.   Warren   tried   his   best   not   to   lose   his   composure   when   Shrignold   told   him   that   there   were   others   that   would   actually   like   to   be   his   friend.   There   was   a   slight   feel   that   this   might   be   a   trick   but,   that   feeling   passed   rather   quickly.   “Really?—   I   mean   I   wouldn’t   mind   meeting   them.”

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🌈 A Squeak. His wings flitter faster as he claps his little hands. " Lovely, lovely, I'm ever so excited! " This is already going wonderfully, he was certain this one was fated to be saved. Of course, the butterfly doesn't dwell on his hawkish preying, no, he never thought of it that way, there was no cynicism in his strategizing. Who else do you reach out a hand but to who needs it most, how else does one decide who needs it most but the most alone? With the least amount of outside contact or means of support? All is done in the name of love.

" They'll be so happy you came! We can meet them right now, they're not far-- just over the rainbow! " And the butterfly points straight up above their heads where suddenly a glittering rainbow is sprawling open like a picture book. " You don't have wings, but that's ok. What are friends for? All you have to do is trust me. " He manifests the word-- trust-- in the air with glitter and hearts like it was the word of the day. But-- before the worm could even question that, the butterfly had fluttered up behind them and... clamped onto their back. Hugged from behind, under their arms, Shrignold began to flap his wings faster and faster. Soon, they were lifting the worm clean off the ground, up, up and into the air.

" Don't worry! I won't ever let you go! Come on, friend-- we're going to Loveland! "

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my favorite fellas

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☏   starter  for  @lcve-bug​   ❕

          ☏ ❕        “  so  this  is  where  you’ve  been. ”  lost  in  the  dark,  no  longer  needed.  red  understood  they  were  in  an  endless  cycle–  but  the  main  three,  they  woke  up  every  day  home,  regardless  of  what  happened  the  day  before.  he  had  wondered  what  happened  to  the  others.  He  just  looks  down  at  the  BROKEN  reverend,  a  clear  lack  of  empathy  came  with  his  expression.  dang,  the  void  was  not  treating  Shrignold  well… 

“  whats  up ? ”

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🌈 Xs in the eyes, but he's still moving. If only barely. Anyone else might have been distressed by the broken humanoid thing crawling towards them, but no-- never the red one. The red one hardly seemed to react to anything. At least-- not anything this teacher did. In his desperate state, he reflected on what remained of his memories and wondered if they were simply heartless... or just entirely too clever. " Oh, nothing mUch, noThiNG mu-u-uch.... " Sing-songs the broken butterfly, head cradled in his hands on the checkered floor. He laughs, he twitches terribly, his laughter decays into strained sobs. He stops. " It's SO-- it's SO nice to see you again, friend! To see anything! To have company. I really like company. I miss it. I miss my frie n d s... " His voice goes terribly deep as he frowns, but he perks right back up, crawling closer. " Where are your friends? A-a-all alone..? Did they leave you to R O T..? Tee-hee-hee! "

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{{ i just want you to know my inspiration for shrignold’s design was Reverend Lovejoy from the simpsons, idk if i ever mentioned that fsdhgdsh }}

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lovcwavcd​:

The little smart boy takes a genuine look down into his organic parts, they had been.. admittedly a bit worried, considering how their world functioned. People could barely keep their internal parts, (or external,) in the right place! So it was good to know they were, in fact, still there.

Maybe they had some trauma they needed to work out.

But Colin, being told they had in fact been caught, caused their eyes to slowly turn a bright pink color, and their mouse pointer hand raised up to press into their cheek, looking away abashedly.

“ Oh well, I guess I can’t really hide it, heh.. the truth is, outside of the technical terms, I don’t really understand what love is.. it’s a strange little thing, outside of a description, it’s still a hard emotion for me to understand. And I know that’s kind of stereotypical, ‘hahah, the robot doesn’t know what love is!! They’re just a little funny computer man with no emotions!’ WRONG! “ They chuckle after a minute, ‘clearing their throat’ and looking to Shrig finally.

“ Sorry, I didn’t mean to shout. But you get what I mean. I just don’t fully understand it.. and since my cheeky little friend knows- “ They playfully imitate his current stance, batting their eyes with a familiar little butterfly icon showing on their screen-

“ He ought to help me! If he- uh, you don’t mind.. please. “

Jeez, why are they all bashful all of a sudden? They silently ridicule themselves in their mind to get ahold of themselves, it’s not that embarrassing.. is it? They nervously fidget with their hands, trying to ‘breathe’ to calm their flustered demeanor.

🌈 " Mind? " The butterfly all but snorts from his goofy little giggle. " It would be a blessing! " He certainly never thought of Colin as someone incapable of understanding such a thing. No, he knows they're just bursting with love, he can see it in their big square eyes. He sees no reason why a computer can't love. This one, at least. They have a soul, don't they? Probably, maybe. The scripture doesn't really.... mention... computers.

But he's going to get real close to them now, close as he can without touching with his big yellow nose. " When you ask about love, what do you think you don't know? Is it what it feels like? " And just as quick, the butterfly pulls back and draws a circle over himself, making the image of a sort of visual aid to his words. " It feels kinda like a thousand little me's fluttering inside your stomach, and it tickles so much you can't think of what to say! Or sometimes-- it just feels like a cup of warm cream after standing in the cold! And after a long while, it feels like the place you live in! " Perhaps this was karma, being subjected to what being a student feels like, but at least the butterfly will respond kinder to being interrupted by a fellow teacher should they have questions. And they may HAVE to interrupt-- because he is not slowing down.

" Oh-- or perhaps you're wondering what love is for! Love is for all kinds of things! Like marrying and making families! Like getting along, and giving warm hugs! "

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devious little creature

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❛  duty means doing the things your heart may well regret.  ❜ — from brook! ( @puppetquill )

🌈 " Right. " A nod, a pleasant laugh, one just a little bit stiff, a pause just a little too long. " I-I would know all about that, you know! I never really thought about it, but... I have a job just like you! I am a priest. " Yes, the little butterfly sitting on a flower beside them is a religious authority, apparently. He lays his head on his knees and frowns at the briefcase. " And priests do the weddings, but they can't have the weddings. Not ever, ever, ever. I know you're a very busy man, but... I hope... you can find the time to fall in love. Someday. "

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❛  now who has nowhere to go ?  ❜ ( From Colin, lovcwavcd )

🌈 " Oh, there's always more people with nowhere to go-- no one to turn to! Always, always, always... " The butterfly might have seemed eerily too happy about that, softly crawling across a surface on his little hands and feet-- which was entirely normal for a bug but perhaps a tiny bit strange for one that wore shoes and gloves.

" But actually-- there aren't any. Because they always have me to go to. And I will give them love and teach them to be grateful. " He flutters his lashes and flutters his wings and happily nods at the PC, hoping they are understanding him.

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i spy fantasy (1994)

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“ IT’S A WONDER WHY I’M VIEWED THAT WAY. ” as if meaning to sound condescending, they swallow hard, cross their arms while double-taking the eye contact and soon faced forward toward their now invaded safe space. Shaun would always come here to the field with them when they needed to get away from it all during their time in the cult, a perfect hilltop that claimed the sunset after a long day; now they had been waiting for him but, given they were only met with the so-called shepherd…. they’d guessed he wasn’t going to be able to make it,  “ Not like I’m breaking any pact while being here. This place is mine, not yours. ”

Nonetheless, Maxwell grew impatient with the his presence, “ As for my behavior, as far as I see it I don’t have to play pretend with your little cult anymore. I will act how I see fit and for once in my goddamn life that is enough for me. I’ll be damned if I let you take that away from me. ” They say this with hesitance, like they didn’t fully believe what they were saying themselves. 

Isn’t this what they wanted? Freedom, independence and a life where they can live freely without fear of who they are? 

Maxwell didn’t know anymore, even with the support they’ve gotten, it was suffocating feeling the fear of lost purpose. At least when they were with the Love Cult they had meaning to their life all while costing their happiness with despair.

  “ What are you even doing here, Shrignold? What could be so important? ”

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🌈 An expression is given at their sarcasm, somewhere between a pout and a knowing look, head down-cant as he tilts his head at them. He knows they blame him for their distancing, he expects nothing less, and yet at the same time he can't fathom why. He does not make the rules, he explains them. Did he not explain the rules? No, maybe he didn't explain it well enough. Is that guilt he's feeling? No, no, it's love.

" Actually, it's all Malcolm's, friend... " He gently corrects. Everything was Malcolm's. The sky, the grass, the trees. But the butterfly stayed patient, seeming unflinching and unangered by their outbursts, the steady in and out beat of his wings. But eventually he does pipe up again with some excitement, as excited as his whispering voice would allow, at least. " Oh-- but that's what we've been trying to tell you Sh-- ah... M-maxwell... You will be damned! That's my concern precisely... "

Despite their clear resistance to his very presence, he inches closer. " What could be more important..? I know~ you've been deemed unspeakable... but I have special exceptions of course. Which-- is why me and your good friend Shaun came to an agreement! After he had... a less than good idea... and I gave him a better one. " Finally caught on suspicions it seems. Not the furry one this time, no, the butterfly simply knew the two too well. He's the one who arranged them, after all. Because of this, the friend could easily avoid any real punishment with a simple reassurance that he was only concerned for them, however. The bug did not lack sympathy, surely...

" We decided, " mostly him, " what if instead of behaving wrongly, your friend shifts the gravel while I come to visit you instead? After all... He wouldn't want to say anything I wouldn't, now would he? " Bubbly little giggling sounds.

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{{ Changed Shrignold's icons to heart shaped because obviously obviously obviously ohm y god }}

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{{ Shrignold & Frends Fun Fact #103,247,432:

The Center Tree works like the Evil Queen's mirror in the disney movie. Unironically, Shrignold can be like " Oh center tree~! Show me the yellow boy! " And it'll open its big creepy eyes and its heart door will open and show them on its screen. }}

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❛  but i’ll never stop believing.  ❜ from Warren

🌈 " Well-- belief is a very good thing! Its a courageous virtue to have, in fact, to believe in something. " Insists the gentle voiced butterfly that flutters beside the other, even the worm being taller than the bug unless he flies. " Especially when things seem hopeless... Why, without belief, you might be too doubtful to believe me when I say... I know a lot of people who would love to be friends with you. "

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❛  just who do you think you are ?  ❜ from maxwell!!

🌈 " Oh-- why... I think I'm.... the shepherd. " He answers far too innocently and far too earnestly, a hand placed to the bright red heart on his chest. " And you're... a little black sheep, friend. " A beat of pause just a little too long as he remains eerily still until he finally makes a pleasant giggling sound. Had they forgotten their roles, had they forgotten their script? He fears the poor thing has forgotten their entire head with how they confuse his pristine narrative.

" You mustn't act so surprised. Is this not who I've always been to you? " The teacher's disorienting voice always sounded like he was talking in your thoughts, not the ear. And there was a reason he was so often determined to look into one's eyes. But this ex-disciple is just so indignant now... nothing ever seems to calm them.

" Now, come, come... who do YOU think you are to behave like this..? "

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{{ i'm going to come up with names. for. the 4 love cult puppets and Speshul One are you ready at least the ones visible on screen in his ep. There's of course more than 5 people, and there are some things that are alive and not people-- like... the clouds and center tree and flowers and... a three headed blob thing-- but let's focus on the 5 puppets that talk--

( It is tradition for all love cult members that are direct servants to Malcolm to have "SH" in their newly given name. Which is why yellow guy was having his name changed to Shrigis! ) }}

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Unicorn boy: Rodnish. He's married to the rabbit. He has a very deep voice and is about the size of a real upright pony. Almost as big a boy as the priest is when he takes the form of a man. He dresses very sensibly and helps most with hard labor because he's the strongest boy of all and Malcolm is very impressed ♥️

Rabbit girl: Sherry. She's married to the unicorn. She gives warm hugs, she makes warm meals, and likes to help her husband in the garden. She hopes to have lots of children someday and sometimes she lies about nibbling the harvest, but Malcolm loves her anyways. ♥️

Furry Boy: Ishie. Ishie likes to help out by watching over you when you think you're alone. He hopes that one day his diligence will reward him with a special one, and this inspires him to keep others diligent too. He isn't always polite, and he twitches when he talks, but he is so very loyal, and we love him for that. ♥️

Purple boy: Shire. He's the record keeper. Though he isn't allowed to read the scripture-- that would be a silly job for anyone but the priest-- he keeps track of all kinds of words and numbers. Like birthdays and names, how much gravel was fed, and who has been sentenced by anathema. He also burns the records that no one likes. He rarely makes mistakes and Malcolm knows it. ♥️

Pink haired girl: Speshul. Named lovingly in blessing that she may one day find happiness with another. She is very cared for by all in the congregation, as she was orphaned very young after a terrible accident that Malcolm must have wanted to happen to her entire family. She is not bright or quick witted, in fact she's concerningly slow, but we love her anyways. That's what makes her so special. ♥️