...Some people sent me to you to take care of you.... . _ .
Maxwell stared at her and flicked his tongue curiously
“Why would I need you to take care of me?”
His tail made a rattling noise, curiously looking at the smaller child
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...Some people sent me to you to take care of you.... . _ .
Maxwell stared at her and flicked his tongue curiously
“Why would I need you to take care of me?”
His tail made a rattling noise, curiously looking at the smaller child
cookies, but like forced to Hope < u > ))
“Please take the cookies...I have many, many flavors.” Konrad was sporting the saddest puppy stare that he could form on his face
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Maxwell's face went crimson, he snapped at her
"I do not like dresses!! I was forced into this damned thing against my Will!! "
Maxwell gripped the skirt of his dress again, sniffling and looking away
" God this is humiliating....."
( 4 asks left )
thelittlehalfcarter replied to your post “// OOOOOOOOOOOOH fucking BUDDY! This is lovely. I am so sorry, Dolls....”
in the case off, if you re-open it, you can always block horrible anons. Those shits don't even merit to show their real face to you. ))
//I do plan to eventually reopen anon asks. For now this will be okay. I’ll be sure to keep that blocking anons advice in mind when I do open the anon box again!
thelittlehalfcarter replied to your post: .
Don’t push yourself too hard ))
Thanks.
Hello Papa! What do you want for Christmas? I would like to offer something to make you happy. .u.
“how about...if you, you know...got a few kilos? ;v;”
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He didn’t want to do this, but he didn’t have a choice in the matter. They wanted him to do this, to remind both Wendy and himself of who they belonged to, and now he had her strapped to one of the dissection tables in the Lab. This was going to be a harsh lesson for both of them.
Wilson stared down for a few moments, “I apologize for any discomfort you might feel.” and though he had said that to many others before, he actually meant it this time. With that said, he started the procedure.
Did you try to visit worlds of other puppetmasters?
“From time to time, yes.” he started in his usual calm tone and smile though if one were to look closer it might have been a bit more friendlier than usual, “All I did though was take a brief look around to see how they ruled, but I never really spoke to any of the others.” He didn’t mention “borrowing” a few survivors here and there from other worlds since he always returned them albeit in a worse mental state of mind then when he got them.