sincerely-some-guy

[sincerely-some-guy]

[ jimmy's faith in him makes him want to believe. it almost makes him believe. but something in the back of his mind says that it just won't happen. that it's impossible. that it could simply never be. his grip on jimmy's hand tightens a little as he considers his words - so kind, so assured. there is no way to be assured that this will happen, but he wants to believe, so badly so. he... ]

you've made me the most happy i've been in ages, jimmy.

[ he admits. because it's true. having people over is wonderful, and jimmy is a wonderful guest. it makes the elf want to just. ... he's not sure what he wants to do. so instead, he rubs his thumb over one of jimmy's knuckles. ]

life here is monotone. but when - when, [ he repeats. ] you get me out of here, i'm sure i'll find more joy in my everyday life. but with you here, there's no way i can find my life repetitive and boring. you're here.

[ he repeats it, as if he only just now knows that he's here. ]

you're here.

[ again. because jimmy is here. he can hardly believe it, even if he's just sang him a song and made him breakfast. a silly smile spreads across his face as he stares down at their hands, intertwined. ]

so. i won't worry. i trust you, after all.

... continuation from here. @jimmys-mailbox

[ the next morning, the light shines through the curtains of the living room where jimmy is sleeping. it's accompanied by the sound of someone singing a slow yet hopeful tune. the words are a little out of reach, but most of it is simply open-mouthed singing, the sound filling the cabin with the feeling of 'home'. ]

[ it seems that jimmy's companion got up earlier than he did, and is making breakfast for the both of them. ]

[sincerely-some-guy]

[ he dreams of green. not the green of grass, or the green the trees, but rather a neon-green, billboards, flashing lights. he dreams of green and blue, dark skies, rain dripping down like a leaking faucet, hitting what feels like stone but more smooth, more well-built, less rudimentary. he dreams of neon green and blinking lights and a girl who stands with her back faced to him in the middle of empty streets. ]

[ he dreams of green. he dreams of reaching out to her, asking her what her name is, why she is here, why he is not dreaming of screaming and crying and mountains of blood. he asks her who she is, what he is, where he is, what's happening, what's going on- ]

[ she turns around, and he dreams of red. ]

[sincerely-some-guy]

[ the elf is sure that his face is bright pink, blushing down to the tips of his ears. ] you're too sweet - your flattery is greatly appreciated.

[ he says, nearly tripping over his words as he does so. receiving so many compliments... even if he doesn't know who griande is... it's enough to make him run even more warm than he had felt before. jimmy had watched attentively. does... does he like attention? ]

[ it's a fact that he stores about himself n his mind. knowing anything about who he is is important to him. to start to slowly recover who he is... that's important to him. ]

but i would... i would like to leave this place. there are so many things that i would like to see. a blue sky, like i... like i know it to be. rain in a place that isn't this forest. i want to see what you've built too, jimmy. what everyone has built. i want to taste freedom again.

[ the tone of his voice becomes sombre, but he looks up to meet jimmy's gaze again, and he finds himself smiling. ]

but i'm okay. i get to spend time with you. and that makes me very happy. so thank you.

... continuation from here. @jimmys-mailbox

[ the next morning, the light shines through the curtains of the living room where jimmy is sleeping. it's accompanied by the sound of someone singing a slow yet hopeful tune. the words are a little out of reach, but most of it is simply open-mouthed singing, the sound filling the cabin with the feeling of 'home'. ]

[ it seems that jimmy's companion got up earlier than he did, and is making breakfast for the both of them. ]

[sincerely-some-guy]

sure, i can sit down with you!

[ the elf is more than happy than to plop down next to him with a happy smile, still holding his guitar in his hands. jimmy is a lovely audience to have. possibly the best. not that he has much to go off of, considering his terrible memory, but it's still lovely to have someone so attentive by his side. ]

[ jimmy likes his songs, and is asking for an encore! that's one of the highest forms of praise that any kind of performer can ask for. he's honoured. he resists the urge to giggle to himself - he is grown, and just because he gets one compliment doesn't mean he'll allow himself to act like a fool in front of a guest. ]

a favourite song... mmm, i'm not sure, actually. ooh, there is this song that i like - i can't remember the name, but it's quite lovely. it's short, and it is in another language, but i think you'll enjoy it, nonetheless...

[ he begins to pluck at the strings. it's more like a lullaby, this song, and his voice catches on the accents in a soothing way. the language sounds refined, a little foreign on his tongue, as if it's been a while since he's spoken it - but lovely all the same. it's one of his favourites to sing to himself, even if he isn't sure of the language's name, even if he knows the meanings of all the words. having jimmy's eyes on him inspires him to do his best when he sings, wanting to put on a good performance for his guest. ]

... continuation from here. @jimmys-mailbox

[ the next morning, the light shines through the curtains of the living room where jimmy is sleeping. it's accompanied by the sound of someone singing a slow yet hopeful tune. the words are a little out of reach, but most of it is simply open-mouthed singing, the sound filling the cabin with the feeling of 'home'. ]

[ it seems that jimmy's companion got up earlier than he did, and is making breakfast for the both of them. ]

[sincerely-some-guy]

[ the elf goes pink in the face, opting to stare at the ground, tapping a finger aimlessly against the side of his guitar. he hasn't gotten a compliment like this in ages. he hasn't been complimented in ages, period. jimmy's too nice to him... he honestly finds himself at a loss for words in a moment, smiling a little foolishly as he stares at the ground. however, upon hearing that jimmy would like to hear another song, he perks up. ]

you want - another? i can do another! whenever you'd like is alright. i haven't... performed in ages, and usually it's just my crows, but i told you that. i would be delighted to. i'll sing for you whenever you'd like! really, just say the word, and i'll sing something for you. it doesn't even have to be with the guitar, if it's not on me. i would be delighted.

[ perhaps... a little too eager. but it comes with two things that he likes - being praised, and being able to make someone smile. so maybe his over-the-top earnestness can be overlooked just this once...? ]

... continuation from here. @jimmys-mailbox

[ the next morning, the light shines through the curtains of the living room where jimmy is sleeping. it's accompanied by the sound of someone singing a slow yet hopeful tune. the words are a little out of reach, but most of it is simply open-mouthed singing, the sound filling the cabin with the feeling of 'home'. ]

[ it seems that jimmy's companion got up earlier than he did, and is making breakfast for the both of them. ]

[sincerely-some-guy]

🌠 personally i think ten idgaf if hes got a wild backstory and blood on his hands thats still my shayla 💔

🌠 On a scale of 1 - 10 how Baby is your OC? BONUS when asking this question rate the OC yourself as see if the reply matches up!!

i also agree with the ten. that's my beautiful cutieful blorbo pookie patootie and he's got the blood of innocents (not really innocents) on his hands but HE DID THOSE WRONGS FREE MY MAN!!!!!!! HES JUST SOME GUY!!!!!!!!!!

[sincerely-some-guy]

[ upon receiving the letter back, lethe nearly jumps with excitement, taking the response and reading it over. the clumps of pale moss and the eyeblossoms catch his eye - could there be someone living nearby, in the pale garden that wasn't covered by the fog? he writes his reply so quickly his usually print handwriting finds its way into semi-cursive - still legible, but it's clear with how some parts are scribbled that he's excited. ]

hello, bigb!

it's lovely to meet you, nonetheless. i did intend to send it to the hermitcraft server, for any person to reply. i've been alone in my corner of the server (i'm surrounded by fog that doesn't really like letting people get in or out, in the pale garden, long story short) for a while, and my crows usually are effective with sending out letters and receiving them, but for a bit, i was in radio silence. i was worried that people were going through something, but thankfully, you've replied. thank you for placing my worries at ease.

my crows are very plentiful, so unfortunately they do not have names. if you want to name them, you're free to do so! i'm not always the greatest at giving them. one time, when i tried to name them, i ended up just naming them variations of the colour purple.

this is a bit of an odd first meeting, i know, but i'm still absolutely delighted to met you. do you happen to live in the pale garden as well, considering the moss and the eyeblossom?

[ the crow picks it up with a cock of its head, before taking to the skies again. ]

right, i'm sending out this letter to anybody who can find this. i've been trying to send out letters for the better part of this... month, i think? and - most of them haven't been going through. it's like my crows have gotten lost. so if you see this, please respond. i'm... a little worried. is everyone okay, on the other side of the fog?

sincerely,

some guy.

[sincerely-some-guy]

[ the elf is quick to duck his head, bashful under such praise. ] you flatter me with your praise.

[ he takes a half-bow before realizing that's awkward and standing up straight, running his fingers through his hair with a large smile. ]

but... i'm glad that you enjoyed it. i'm sure it would be even better if i could gather a whole punch of people with ale upon a ship to make the atmosphere just as accurate.

[ he sounds almost a little... wistful. for a moment, he thinks he can almost remember it - almost hear the noise, feel the wood, smell the sea salt. and then it's gone. ]

your enjoyment means a lot to me, jimmy. thank you for listening.

... continuation from here. @jimmys-mailbox

[ the next morning, the light shines through the curtains of the living room where jimmy is sleeping. it's accompanied by the sound of someone singing a slow yet hopeful tune. the words are a little out of reach, but most of it is simply open-mouthed singing, the sound filling the cabin with the feeling of 'home'. ]

[ it seems that jimmy's companion got up earlier than he did, and is making breakfast for the both of them. ]

[sincerely-some-guy]

well - [ he sighs. ] i suppose i did suggest it. alright. set yourself down, i'll play it for you.

[ he fiddles with the strings of his guitar for a few moments, still standing, before finding the right tune - he begins to strum. at first, he feels a little nervous about the few beginning choruses, but the further he gets into the song, the more confident he gets. it's not long before he's hitting his foot against the ground to imitate the chorus of clapping that one would get upon the beginning of a sea shanty on a ship - a smile wide on his face as he goes through the song with practiced ease. he's done this many times before - and it only takes him taking a leap of faith to get back into it. the song comes to a close after four minutes of enthusiastic singing, where he sways to the lyrics and belts them out, looking quite pleased with himself - and he turns to jimmy with a wide grin. ]

well? did i live up to your standards?

... continuation from here. @jimmys-mailbox

[ the next morning, the light shines through the curtains of the living room where jimmy is sleeping. it's accompanied by the sound of someone singing a slow yet hopeful tune. the words are a little out of reach, but most of it is simply open-mouthed singing, the sound filling the cabin with the feeling of 'home'. ]

[ it seems that jimmy's companion got up earlier than he did, and is making breakfast for the both of them. ]

[sincerely-some-guy]

Soft OC Asks

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

🌼 Who are this characters friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

Questions for You!

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!

🌠 On a scale of 1 - 10 how Baby is your OC? BONUS when asking this question rate the OC yourself as see if the reply matches up!!

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

[sincerely-some-guy]

i suppose i'm better than i thought i was - living here for so long has taught me a few handy tricks on cooking, [ he says, sounding thoroughly amused. jimmy really wants to hear him sing, and it honestly brings a little spark of - something? - alive in his chest, and he's now really excited to perform. ]

i keep it in my room. give me literally five seconds, i'll be back.

[ he makes a mad dash for his room and then returns a few moments later, nearly tripping over himself, with his guitar in his hands. ]

tada! what are you in the mood for? do you want a sea shanty? something that's upbeat? a lullaby? i can do almost anything.

[ he says, eager to impress. ]

... continuation from here. @jimmys-mailbox

[ the next morning, the light shines through the curtains of the living room where jimmy is sleeping. it's accompanied by the sound of someone singing a slow yet hopeful tune. the words are a little out of reach, but most of it is simply open-mouthed singing, the sound filling the cabin with the feeling of 'home'. ]

[ it seems that jimmy's companion got up earlier than he did, and is making breakfast for the both of them. ]

[sincerely-some-guy]

[ he chuckles to himself, taking a fork to his own meal and eating a little slower than jimmy. it's funny, seeing how excited his friend is to hear him sing - but it's not like he doesn't like an audience. the elf picks up the pace a little too. it's been a while since he's been able to perform for anyone that wasn't his grouping of crows. ]

[ he finds himself looking forwards to it, and before he knows it, his plate is empty, and so is jimmy's - and he sets them aside, near the sink. ]

i hope you enjoyed it - the food, i mean. [ he's not sure why he's so nervous about making sure that jimmy enjoyed his meal. ]

... continuation from here. @jimmys-mailbox

[ the next morning, the light shines through the curtains of the living room where jimmy is sleeping. it's accompanied by the sound of someone singing a slow yet hopeful tune. the words are a little out of reach, but most of it is simply open-mouthed singing, the sound filling the cabin with the feeling of 'home'. ]

[ it seems that jimmy's companion got up earlier than he did, and is making breakfast for the both of them. ]

[sincerely-some-guy]

[ he laughs, loud and with his head slightly tilted back, eyes crinkled at the edges as he looks at grian in his arms, attached to him. he lets grian get down, and misses the contact as soon as the avian is gone - he wants to have his hands linger, but he cannot. faintly, he thinks, had he been a bird, he would have done his own bird noises in return. however, he is not that. he is - an elf, his mind supplies, even though his appearance is unknown to himself. ]

oh, we absolutely must one day get me out of here. but - you got this, for me?

[ he takes the egg into his hands, careful, worried that it will break. his hands are rough and callused. he is slightly paranoid. ]

it looks like you, if you were an egg. will it spawn a mini-grian, if it hatches?

[ get tackled, strange man in the woods. except grian weighs just about nothing so though it doesn’t budge him, the man is enveloped by the colorful array of feathers as they wrap around him. ]

[ commence lots of excited chirping and trilling. ]

[ he laughs - a delighted sound, as he finds himself suddenly tackled by a bird of the grian variety. ]

oh, hello!

[ he steadies himself even though he didn't really feel the impact, the weight, that much. grian is small, and he's quite tall in comparison. ]

grian, i've missed you terribly. hello, it's very, very good to see you again.

[ he wraps his arms around grian, indulging in the feathery affection. it's... nice, to know that he was missed so dearly - at least by one person. ]

[sincerely-some-guy]

oh, please don't apologize.

[ he sets down the plates on the table. ]

i love company. i take company wherever i can get it, really. whenever someone spends time with me - that's precious time spent. please don't feel like you're intruding on my household, i'm very, very happy to have you here.

[ he will not speak of the fact that he is incredibly lonely and even the sight of another person makes him giddy. ]

well, i - i suppose i can... i can do that for you, [ he smiles, tucking a piece of stray hair behind his ear, looking pleased with himself. ] after breakfast, i'll play a song for you, if you'd like?

... continuation from here. @jimmys-mailbox

[ the next morning, the light shines through the curtains of the living room where jimmy is sleeping. it's accompanied by the sound of someone singing a slow yet hopeful tune. the words are a little out of reach, but most of it is simply open-mouthed singing, the sound filling the cabin with the feeling of 'home'. ]

[ it seems that jimmy's companion got up earlier than he did, and is making breakfast for the both of them. ]

[sincerely-some-guy]

Hope your Valentine's Day PANS out to be great!

Much love,

♡ Pearlo ♡

[The back of the note contains a recipe for "Heartwarming Mushroom Stew", and it's pinned to a crocheted potholder in pink and red with a big heart design.]

@pearls-mailbox

[ he picks up the letter and laughs to himself, taking the recipe and placing it in his kitchen. the potholder also goes into the kitchen - it's rather plain and in terrible need of decor. there's not much out here that can give him much colour, so the fact that it's got a little life to it makes him smile. it's nice, to know that his friends are thinking of him. ]

[sincerely-some-guy]

[ get tackled, strange man in the woods. except grian weighs just about nothing so though it doesn’t budge him, the man is enveloped by the colorful array of feathers as they wrap around him. ]

[ commence lots of excited chirping and trilling. ]

[ he laughs - a delighted sound, as he finds himself suddenly tackled by a bird of the grian variety. ]

oh, hello!

[ he steadies himself even though he didn't really feel the impact, the weight, that much. grian is small, and he's quite tall in comparison. ]

grian, i've missed you terribly. hello, it's very, very good to see you again.

[ he wraps his arms around grian, indulging in the feathery affection. it's... nice, to know that he was missed so dearly - at least by one person. ]

[sincerely-some-guy]

...singing?

[ it takes him a moment to register what jimmy is implying, and he looks away. he hadn't realized that the other had been awake to listen to him sing - he hadn't thought jimmy was awake, period. ]

well - yes. i do like to sing, that's true. i have a guitar that i use sometimes with my singing. the crows like to crowd and listen when i do.

[ he chuckles at the thought. he then proceeds to realize that the food will start to burn if he keeps it on for much longer, so he takes it off of the stove, finding two plates for the both of them. ]

it's not much - i do apologize again, i wish i had something a little more to give to a guest of mine.

... continuation from here. @jimmys-mailbox

[ the next morning, the light shines through the curtains of the living room where jimmy is sleeping. it's accompanied by the sound of someone singing a slow yet hopeful tune. the words are a little out of reach, but most of it is simply open-mouthed singing, the sound filling the cabin with the feeling of 'home'. ]

[ it seems that jimmy's companion got up earlier than he did, and is making breakfast for the both of them. ]