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Cultivate
Legacy Name: Cultivate
The Custom Scribble Telenine
Owner: SundaysPlayzone
Age: 6 years, 5 months, 1 week
Born: October 14th, 2017
Adopted: 6 years, 5 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: October 14th, 2017
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Cultivate
I will humbly ask you to practice restrain,for you are responsible for what you create
"This was a bad idea anyhow. Painting for charity? Who would buy such a thing…” The man muttered, a full selection of oil paint colors on his color pallet sitting untouched in front of a blank canvas.
Oh no, we can’t have that!
A wave of Cultivate’s paw caused the man to brighten, mad strokes of his brush signaling his efforts were successful.
“Of course! Why didn’t I think of that before?!”
His inspirational duty done, the spectral Telenine floated out unseen from the Centropolis apartment complex and flitted through the streets. The night was still young, and there were plenty of artists to inspire or terrorize, depending on their intentions.
Ideas that gave rise to glorious creations, I remember having-
Wait. What is this?
The ghostly subetean examined a hastily scrawled message, the artistic creature’s heart flaring with a bit of anger.
Ugh, not these again. I need to catch this miscreant and- oh, hello…
A Charlie dressed in a tattered coat meandered down the alleyway, and the invisible spirit followed his every move eagerly.
Using art to stir up even more anti-species conflict, no that won’t do! While art is about evoking emotion of the heart- it should not be that of hate.
As the other creature began to apply more spray-paint to a fresh wall, Cultivate zipped into the paint’s still-drying essence and grinned.
“Sir, do you mind NOT-”
On seeing his words promptly grow a Cheshire-cat smile and begin to speak at him, the Charlie promptly dropped the spray paint and screamed. The terrified creature ran pell-mell down the alley and skidded into a half-tumble as he turned the corner.
Cultivate was all chuckles, using his power to remove the hateful message and pictures and transform it into a nights sky scene. The splatters of yellow he threw in for stars seemed to spark at his memory.
Ah. Yes, except I used to work with splatters of red. Quite hard to clean off though…
Flitting through the city again, the spirit stopped on seeing a group of various children scrawling with crayons at a sleep over in an apartment living room. Giving each child a different burst of inspiration, he nodded on seeing them giggle excitedly and continue on their different projects.
Somehow this is fulfilling like my art never was.
As he continued on his nightly rounds for the city, the spectral telenine paused, finding another artist, this one painting a rather grim picture of…
I know this work, this type. Those colors, those pieces.
Cultivate blinked, hovering over the human’s shoulder in the dimly lit apartment. Most of the time, his memories of the past only sparked indifference- but this picture…Yanking the idea and desire from the man’s mind, Cultivate tossed the balled up energy out the window to vanish to who-knows where. No, he himself had been down this path when his paws had been hands and clothing had replaced his thick spectral fur. Perhaps he could save this human from the same fate.
After all, where did that path lead you? Dozens of lives lost in pursuit of art, and cursed to become this…
No, this would not do. This man was a spitting image of the creative drive and fascination Cultivate himself had once harbored and pursued.
So many pieces of art, so much time spent on each. Running between pieces-
That sort of thing was not conducive with a peaceful life, that much he had learned. Ideas took root and led to action, and then a fascination that was explored…
First it’s small things; red, black, blood and soot. Easy enough to procure. Then the flesh colored pallets are just not enough, and the real thing must be used. Arranged, painted, captured, throats-He shook his spectral head, unseating the long-dead thoughts. It had been many years since such past reflections had dawned, and while they once had been welcomed as a reminder, they now only served to annoy the telenine, distracting him from his cursed purpose.
Over the years, a slow understanding of wrongness began to eat away at Cultivate’s consciousness. While Cultivate was indifferent of his past actions, over the years he had come to realize that his former pursuit of art had been misguided. His past actions and art, after all, had angered the very spirit to transform him.
Perhaps I shall do this duty forever for my misguided attempts, or perhaps not. But my job is not done.
As he continued to travel, the frustrated human in the apartment tossed out the painting with a frustrated huff. The gory picture shone in the overflowing dumpster as a light rain began to fall. The dripping water began to wash away the scene on the canvas; a collection of miscellaneous body parts strewn about a sketched room and held together with metal wire in a macabre display of tortured existence.
“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.”
-Thomas Merton
Oh no, we can’t have that!
A wave of Cultivate’s paw caused the man to brighten, mad strokes of his brush signaling his efforts were successful.
“Of course! Why didn’t I think of that before?!”
His inspirational duty done, the spectral Telenine floated out unseen from the Centropolis apartment complex and flitted through the streets. The night was still young, and there were plenty of artists to inspire or terrorize, depending on their intentions.
Ideas that gave rise to glorious creations, I remember having-
Wait. What is this?
The ghostly subetean examined a hastily scrawled message, the artistic creature’s heart flaring with a bit of anger.
Ugh, not these again. I need to catch this miscreant and- oh, hello…
A Charlie dressed in a tattered coat meandered down the alleyway, and the invisible spirit followed his every move eagerly.
Using art to stir up even more anti-species conflict, no that won’t do! While art is about evoking emotion of the heart- it should not be that of hate.
As the other creature began to apply more spray-paint to a fresh wall, Cultivate zipped into the paint’s still-drying essence and grinned.
“Sir, do you mind NOT-”
On seeing his words promptly grow a Cheshire-cat smile and begin to speak at him, the Charlie promptly dropped the spray paint and screamed. The terrified creature ran pell-mell down the alley and skidded into a half-tumble as he turned the corner.
Cultivate was all chuckles, using his power to remove the hateful message and pictures and transform it into a nights sky scene. The splatters of yellow he threw in for stars seemed to spark at his memory.
Ah. Yes, except I used to work with splatters of red. Quite hard to clean off though…
Flitting through the city again, the spirit stopped on seeing a group of various children scrawling with crayons at a sleep over in an apartment living room. Giving each child a different burst of inspiration, he nodded on seeing them giggle excitedly and continue on their different projects.
Somehow this is fulfilling like my art never was.
As he continued on his nightly rounds for the city, the spectral telenine paused, finding another artist, this one painting a rather grim picture of…
I know this work, this type. Those colors, those pieces.
Cultivate blinked, hovering over the human’s shoulder in the dimly lit apartment. Most of the time, his memories of the past only sparked indifference- but this picture…Yanking the idea and desire from the man’s mind, Cultivate tossed the balled up energy out the window to vanish to who-knows where. No, he himself had been down this path when his paws had been hands and clothing had replaced his thick spectral fur. Perhaps he could save this human from the same fate.
After all, where did that path lead you? Dozens of lives lost in pursuit of art, and cursed to become this…
No, this would not do. This man was a spitting image of the creative drive and fascination Cultivate himself had once harbored and pursued.
So many pieces of art, so much time spent on each. Running between pieces-
That sort of thing was not conducive with a peaceful life, that much he had learned. Ideas took root and led to action, and then a fascination that was explored…
First it’s small things; red, black, blood and soot. Easy enough to procure. Then the flesh colored pallets are just not enough, and the real thing must be used. Arranged, painted, captured, throats-He shook his spectral head, unseating the long-dead thoughts. It had been many years since such past reflections had dawned, and while they once had been welcomed as a reminder, they now only served to annoy the telenine, distracting him from his cursed purpose.
Over the years, a slow understanding of wrongness began to eat away at Cultivate’s consciousness. While Cultivate was indifferent of his past actions, over the years he had come to realize that his former pursuit of art had been misguided. His past actions and art, after all, had angered the very spirit to transform him.
Perhaps I shall do this duty forever for my misguided attempts, or perhaps not. But my job is not done.
As he continued to travel, the frustrated human in the apartment tossed out the painting with a frustrated huff. The gory picture shone in the overflowing dumpster as a light rain began to fall. The dripping water began to wash away the scene on the canvas; a collection of miscellaneous body parts strewn about a sketched room and held together with metal wire in a macabre display of tortured existence.
“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.”
-Thomas Merton
Pet profile by Paula
Story by Frode
Art by blackberreh
Fonts by daFont
Background image and quote by Andrzej Dybowski from Layers of Fear
Colored pencil graphics from Getty Images
Story by Frode
Art by blackberreh
Fonts by daFont
Background image and quote by Andrzej Dybowski from Layers of Fear
Colored pencil graphics from Getty Images
Pet Treasure
Used Black Paint Can
Used Green Paint Can
Used Purple Paint Can
Used Orange Paint Can
Used Red Paint Can
Used Yellow Paint Can
Used Blue Paint Can
Field Marker
Blank Canvas
Paper
Golden Palette Set
Artist Brushes
Swan Feather Quill Pen
Black Inkwell
Keith Paintbrush
Gold Paw Paint
Black Paw Paint
Blue Paint Can
Silver Pot of Acrylic Hobby Paint
Black Pot of Acrylic Hobby Paint
White Piece of Rippled Stained Glass
Field Hobby Paint Kit
Cream Craft Glue
Twilight Craft Glue
Purple Eraser
Gray Eraser
Green Eraser
Pink Eraser
Blue Eraser
Red Craft Scissors
Blue Craft Scissors
Calligraphy Pen
Blue Pencil
Green Pencil
Yellow Pencil
Orange Pencil
Red Pencil
Green Glowing Pen
Orange Glowing Pen
Purple Glowing Pen
Red Glowing Pen
Yellow Glowing Pen
Glowing Darkmatter Pen
Double Pointed Knitting Needles
Modeling Clay Set
Primary Oil Crayons
Gray Oil Crayons
Adjustable Mold Clamp
Woodland Earth Yarn
Seafoam Sensations Yarn
Candytastic Yarn