"I'm just your toy, aren't I..?" "Please don't sound so sad, I still care about you..." //one on one with @Painted-Iris

@Painted-Iris
Plushies.
Comfort items for little kids, just toys, right?
They worship humans. They're the plushies' guardians, their protectors, and the toys would do anything for their human. They refuse to see how humans treat them, how when they grow bored they just toss the plushies away, abandon them. They don't see how it is only a select few who are actually cared for, that their just the playthings for their owners.
They depend on their owners.

But you know the truth. You've seen the harsh reality. And you want out.

Which role would you want?

Take a guess-
_{yeah you know i'm gonna go the submissive route for feels my dude, i've gotta think of what plushie I'd even pick lol}

Perfect XD
So, the actual question this time-
do it like the other one, where I use Rosie, or…
grown up Rosie who doesn't play with toys anymore and is thinking about getting rid of your character..?

Mmm I like both, darn it.
I like the idea of my character struggling to get away so they don't get hurt in the end when they're forgotten, but I also really like the feelsy prompt of her being older…
DANG IT BOTH SOUND FUN

PERFECT THATS THE IDEA

And I feel like if they're kept until Rosie is an adult they probably mean a lot and feel like they'll never be given away like the others over the years, but then the day comes when they overhear Rosie talking about the possibility and the betrayal is just- mwah!

AAAAAAAA

I love the way you think

OOO
what if the reason they're being given away is because they're tied to Rosie's memories of her mother and then she finds the truth about her mother (it's pretty sad) she doesn't want things around that keep reminding her so the very thing that was protecting the toy is the thing that might get them given away or even donated

_{even better it's to a goodwill or daycare}

_{because what else to make her favorite plush sad inside to think: i'm never going to have someone like her again}

:0
swim you're amazing

_{And then they try to do everything they can to avoid it, but Rosie seemed resolved to go through with the action even if it hurts her too a bit, because she also cares about the plush from all the time she spent with it trying not to listen to her father, and all the times she was crying too from it all–}

AAAHHHHHH

_{okay yeah let's do that}

perfect!
Templates?

(I stole the one from the main rp, just a moment)

(Okie, I'll put the aged up Rosie too <3)

Name: Ellie (because what else is a little kid supposed to name an elephant?)
Personality: Sweet and caring, empathetic. She always wanted to reach out in more ways than she already could, but she was merely an object to Rosie. And that was okay.
Appearance: A pale gray elephant, her outside being soft and fluffy. Her eyes are sewn in a way that they always look up, lovingly and with a bit of sorrow in them.
Owner: Rosie uwu
Brand: Aurora World (i legit googled brands lol)
Other: She's been with Rosie ever since she was a little girl. She could remember all the tears the girl had cried, some even in her very stuffing, stored away in her heart. She's felt grateful to be owned by such a sweet girl and that in some ways she could bring her at least a little bit of happiness.

Name: Rosie Merrow
Age: 20
Personality: Rosie is much more withdrawn than she was in childhood. She still doesn't really understand the social gender identities, and will do whatever feels most natural to her. She doesn't often grow attached to items, so for her to do so with a toy for so long is impressive indeed.
Appearance: Rosie has pale skin from how much time she spends inside, with her brown hair in a pixie cut. She stopped wearing it long after an… incident with her father. She never wants to be able to have her hair be the thing that gets her caught again. She loves to wear different clothes almost every day, her styles varying wildly. She has pretty grey eyes, and a slender build.
Backstory: Rosie didn't have the best homelife. Her father was almost always gone for work, even though when she was very young he went out of his way to make sure they spent time together. It most likely changed because of her mother- she had left one day mysteriously, and Rosie had no idea why. Her father owns a cigar and tobacco company, though, and a successful one at that, so Rosie had most anything she could ask for. Still, she's lonely, and turned to her toys for comfort. They were a mean to an end, so to say, something to make herself feel better. Her father was a sad drinker, mourning the loss of his wife every time he drank. When that happened, Rosie usually hid in her room so she won't hear his crying and moaning for her mother. After the incident in her teens, though, she rarely stayed in her room, keeping only one toy with her when she was gone for comfort, even when she was almost an adult.
Other: Rosie tries to hide it, but she can get really sad too. She has a lot of friends, but she knows it's just because of her father and her wealth. She owns shares in the family company, now, and is preparing to take over from her father just like he had with her grandfather.

(aaa poor baby)

(Something I just thought of forgot to add: She still very, very much had times when she just curls up on her bed with Ellie and sobs her heart out because of her stress and some slight ptsd (since I'm not very good at writing full-blown ptsd yet and I don't want to be insensitive–)

(aww)
(I mean I have a whole rp based on ptsd & depression with Caustic, which you know- lmao)

(Yes)
(Yes I do)(XD)
(So, how shall we start?)

(Mmm, what about she got off the phone with her dad and comes into her room to cry. She at first grabs a pillow or something before remembering Ellie sitting in the closet or somewhere nearby (just not on the bed too). She then looks at the stuffed animal and makes a decision that she might need to give her away.)

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THE DOOR SLAMS AND ELLIE FALLS FROM THE SHELF AND ROSIE GETS SAD LOOKING AT HER-

OOO YES PERFECT
I'll start on the starter!!

(Yay :D )

"No, father."
Rosie hadn't wanted to have this talk. She hadn't wanted to think about her mother, not now, not ever. Especially with what she had been told. Biting back tears, she fought to keep the waver from her voice.
"No, you don't get to act like you were doing such a great favor to me by not telling me, not– not after what you did. Not after all the years you drink yourself to sleep." Rosie was leaning against the wall. She had just gotten back home when her father had called, and she hadn't even taken her shoes off.
"Don't… don't call me about this again, father." The word meant nothing to her at this point. She pulled the phone away, hanging up without another word from her parent. She set it down on the table. She didn't want it anywhere near her. Kicking her shoes off, she let out a soft yell, yanking her jacket off and throwing it away. She went into her room, slamming the door shut behind her. She was done, done with that man.

Ellie became hopeful hearing the sound of the distant front door opening. She felt happy that Rosie had made it home safe. That was until she heard how upset the woman's voice was. The conversation was fairly clear to her due to her large set of ears. It wasn't often that she felt much anger, but hearing how Rosie's father continued to torment her made her upset as ever. Why couldn't he just leave her alone?
At that moment, the bedroom door swung open. She moved to reach out to Rosie before the walls shook the shelf she was on as the door slammed harshly. Ellie fell quickly to the hard floor with barely any noise. It may have been carpeted where she fell, but the impact hurt nonetheless. She rubbed at her trunk a moment before returning her attention to her owner. It was easy to tell that things weren't okay. Not at all.

Rosie had to stop a moment when Ellie fell to the floor. Dear god, the toy had frightened her a bit. She had been jumpy for a few years, after what had happened… when she had been all alone, with not even a toy to comfort her.
Taking a few steps over, she looked down at the elephant a moment. Her hands shook just a touch, and she was still tearing up. She reached down, picking the toy up. She shuffled over to the bed, already clinging to her comfort for all these years. Even if looking at the elephant hurt so much now. She fell onto the bed, curling up as the sobs she'd been holding back slipped out. She buried her face in Ellie, her grip tight. No, nothing was okay now. Nothing at all.

Ellie practically spread her arms to hug the poor girl as she cried. It never got any easier to listen to or watch. She could hear the sounds of the girl's soft sobs one night as she hid away from her father as a little girl. She remembered when the girl came home from school, already upset about a rough day, her crying mostly consisting of screams. Then there was the fated day when the brave little girl had lost most of her courage. Rosie shook endlessly, her tears nearly soundless as she had been so worked up.
Even now.
Ellie remembered every tear.
After all… elephants never forget.

(I'm headed to bed soon <3)

Rosie curled up more around Ellie, a tight little ball on the bed. She, she was tired of this. She was tired of her father, her past, her life. She clutched at the toy, pressing her close to her chest. She cried for a solid half hour, and by the time she stopped she'd finally calmed down. She wiped at her tear tracks with one hand, her entire body relaxing. She looked down at Ellie, sniffling some. She loved the toy, she really did. All the memories it held for her… but there was something new there, a small sadness as she looked at the toy. She carefully pushed Ellie away from herself.