My deepest fantasy is to be mercymorn’s stupid underling who she treats like I’m useless but due to my many years in customer service and my blatant autistic tendencies I pretend I’m too oblivious to notice until she has to admit her days are much easier when I’m working versus admiral sarpedon and gradually my combination of feigned innocence, ability to empathize without technically agreeing to anything, genuine human emotion peeking out from underneath several tantalizing layers of deflection, and let’s be real my status as a nonthreatening gay friend remind her of the past she’s left behind and she finally imprints on me to the point where she’s left broken when I leave for $2 more per hour at a different job and has to confront who she truly is in a way she hasn’t in 10 thousand years
Hi my name is Crux Nolastname and I have no hair (it is sacramentally shorn) and my skull is very bony and have black eyes like coal and a lot of people tell me I look like a dead corpse (AN: if u don’t know what that is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to the Reverend Family but I wish I was because they are the best. I’m a mean old coot and my teeth falling out and yellow. I have grey and purple skin. I’m also a bitch, and I live on a installation on Pluto called the Ninth House (I’m 95 years old). I’m a penitant (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love the hand-me-downs of the Ninth House and I get all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black robe with matching embroidery around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. A redheaded dyke child stared at me. I hit her with my stick.
