*Okay, I'm back now from Spanish class, sorry I disappeared, does anyone want to rp?*
*I want to make up for lost time, please!*
*sure!*
*Who da ya want?*
*may I please have Thane, James and anyone else?*
Thane is working out with nothing better to do, curling a dumbbell with one arm, holding their child with the other.
James is unconscious at the bar after having a few too many drinks, and doesn't regret it for a moment.
The new arrival is walking around, their fire spirit burning all the snow around them as they walk.
*Description for new arrival-
They appear to be some kind of goat person, around their young adult years, fur and all, but not in the way a Saytr is a goat person, they have the full goat head and horns. They have slightly tinted red skin underneath the fur, and hold a wooden staff with a burning blood red crystal at the center. They seem meek, lacking much muscle mass, wearing robes that could be 'mistaken' for a dress and no shoes. Their full pupiled eyes burn with the same heat within the crystal, and are followed by a small burning spirit which seems to be their companion, looking quite adorable the both of them.
*
Basil walks up to Thane, and gasps as he sees the child "Hello, kid!"
Lify walks in, sighs, and picks up James
Another new arrival walks over "Hello, are you satan?"
*desc:
A Krampus looking person, with ice spikes, and an exposed ribcage. they have four horns, and goatlike hooves, and a bag*
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
He nods. "Of course." When he chops, he uses a big knife to fit his chubby paws, but uses a surprising amount of speed given the weight of the implement.
“I hope yer doin’ good Felix, I wanted ta come after ya when ya left, but I knew ya needed the space, I was worryin’ about ya the whole time an’ I couldn’t imagine ya gettin’ hurt by somethin’.” She says, continuing to cook as she does so.
"I get that. I'm doing okay. I went back home for a while, but it wasn't any better than when I left. It had barely changed, actually. A lot of people try to exploit the giving nature of strugel culture, so Honkachu is suspicious of outsiders and even people who spent a good amount of time away."
She sighs, shaking her head disappointingly “I’m sorry ta hear all that’s still happenin’ ‘round those parts. Wish those things could be fix with the flip of a switch, but nothin’ ever that easy. Take care o’ yerself, cause we are care ‘bout ya, especially me.”
On a particularly rainy day, a couple of dozen seemingly random people (including any characters of your choice) receive gilded letters sealed with dark blue wax, the symbol being a perfectly balanced scale. Opening it, you find it says:
“Dear resident of the Material Realm, you have been given the chance to attend an event of the lifetime, the Yuletide masquerade ball, Hosted by the Rippling Court!” It goes on to talk of the dress code (masks, anything blue or white) the various events (a classical band, an opera performance, among other things). In addition, you can bring 1 person along with you. At the end of the letter, it says:
“Meet at the 17th hour at the local river. Transportation will arrive shortly, bring this letter as proof of invitation.
-The Rippling Court.”
Paia finds the note and begins to show it excitedly to brynn, who couldn't be less excited. Paia then proceeds to yap about balls, dancing, and everything associated for 20 minutes.
Once they eventually meets at the river (I’m just skipping ahead a bit to this point if that’s alright :>) she finds, waiting for her, a small, elegantly designed boat painted white with blue patterns of waves, flowers, and storms, as well as the same scale symbol that was on the seal for the invitation. On the shore next to it is a finely dressed young man, wearing exclusively blues and whites. He looks at them expectantly.
Paia hands him the letter with grace. Both are wearing hand-carved white poplar masks and white finery. Paia's mask resembles a rabbit, while Brynn's has the beak of a hawk. *Can you give me a perception check?*
“Thank you…” he says. “You may board.” He moves out of the way to give them access to the boat. Perception: 10
Nothing seems off about the two as they board the boat, paia fussing over Brynn's hair and tie.
The man chuckles a bit before turning back to greet new arriving guests.
brynn pushes paia and she stops fussing
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
On a particularly rainy day, a couple of dozen seemingly random people (including any characters of your choice) receive gilded letters sealed with dark blue wax, the symbol being a perfectly balanced scale. Opening it, you find it says:
“Dear resident of the Material Realm, you have been given the chance to attend an event of the lifetime, the Yuletide masquerade ball, Hosted by the Rippling Court!” It goes on to talk of the dress code (masks, anything blue or white) the various events (a classical band, an opera performance, among other things). In addition, you can bring 1 person along with you. At the end of the letter, it says:
“Meet at the 17th hour at the local river. Transportation will arrive shortly, bring this letter as proof of invitation.
-The Rippling Court.”
KK finds one of these letters, and is immediately ecstatic at the prospect of attending. She begins tailoring an outfit for the ball, her mannequins assisting her in its creation.
*yay! How are ya doin, Yvonne?*
Once she eventually meets at the river (I’m just skipping ahead a bit to this point if that’s alright :>) she finds, waiting for her, a small, elegantly designed boat painted white with blue patterns of waves, flowers, and storms, as well as the same scale symbol that was on the seal for the invitation. On the shore next to it is a finely dressed young man, wearing exclusively blues and whites. He looks at you expectantly.
*I'm doing pretty good. How art thou?*
KK, as well as a tall six-armed mannequin (the additional one she brought along with her), step onto the boat, with KK briefly showing the letter as proof of invitation. She wears a blue tailcoat and matching skirt with a white shirt and pants- the coat and shirt both having modified sleeves to accommodate for her four arms. All of her outfit has a faint silvery trim to it, and the mannequin has similar atttire. KK's mask, aside from the silver trim around its edges, is smooth and featureless, and her hair is tied back in a bun. The mannequin wears an identical mask, though that doesn't change its appearance much.
*great! Just had my math final!*
the man at the boat eyes the mannequin brought along with her, opening his mouth to say something, but choosing not to at the last moment.
*Awesome! [throws confetti]*
The mannequin looks curiously back at him for a moment, before silently striding over and sitting on the boat alongside KK, who is making a sketch of something with her notepad and pen.
A youthful boy sits down next to her, about eleven or twelve, looking to see what she’s sketching. He’s wearing a blue vest, with otherwise white clothes, and a white fedora. He seems in awe of basically everything around him, a bit confused.
*Hey guys, I might be taking a mental health break from DDB somewhere around Christmas through January 1st. Recently I have noticed that my mental health has been going down the more I am on here because of various reasons so I think the best action would be to step away from it all for a bit.*
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*I should note that the helmet is completely colorless*
He hands over the letter. "I apologize for my mask, I didn't have any on hand so I had to make one. Masquerades aren't a regular occurrence for me, I'm afraid."
“It’s fine.” He says in a hushed tone, though still chuckling a bit.. “Every year, they invite people with a day’s notice, and they do it randomly. You certainly aren’t the strangest person who’s come to one of the balls.”
"That's nice to hear. Thank you for your work, by the way. Appreciate it." He climbs aboard, offering a little wave to the guard.
*Hey guys, I might be taking a mental health break from DDB somewhere around Christmas through January 1st. Recently I have noticed that my mental health has been going down the more I am on here because of various reasons so I think the best action would be to step away from it all for a bit.*
*As long as you feel better, I'm good. I'll miss you, but take as long as you need to feel healthy.*
"I get that. I'm doing okay. I went back home for a while, but it wasn't any better than when I left. It had barely changed, actually. A lot of people try to exploit the giving nature of strugel culture, so Honkachu is suspicious of outsiders and even people who spent a good amount of time away."
She sighs, shaking her head disappointingly “I’m sorry ta hear all that’s still happenin’ ‘round those parts. Wish those things could be fix with the flip of a switch, but nothin’ ever that easy. Take care o’ yerself, cause we are care ‘bout ya, especially me.”
"I know that. It means a lot to know that I have family here. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve all of you."
*Hey guys, I might be taking a mental health break from DDB somewhere around Christmas through January 1st. Recently I have noticed that my mental health has been going down the more I am on here because of various reasons so I think the best action would be to step away from it all for a bit.*
*Here's hoping the break helps. Take as much time as you need, friend :)*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
As the last guests step onto the boat, the finely dressed young man does as well, and it begins to row itself out to deeper water. The water shimmers, and as you look down to see the magic, you are met not with your own reflection but the reflection of an entirely different night sky, of a lit city with magnificent marble architecture, stunning irrigation systems made of white stone and glass, and glorious waterworks, fountains, man made canals, and everything else you could imagine. Then, the boat begins to sink. A bubble slowly forms around it, keeping all those inside safe and dry, as it begins to descend deeper into the water.
As the last guests step onto the boat, the finely dressed young man does as well, and it begins to row itself out to deeper water. The water shimmers, and as you look down to see the magic, you are met not with your own reflection but the reflection of an entirely different night sky, of a lit city with magnificent marble architecture, stunning irrigation systems made of white stone and glass, and glorious waterworks, fountains, man made canals, and everything else you could imagine. Then, the boat begins to sink. A bubble slowly forms around it, keeping all those inside safe and dry, as it begins to descend deeper into the water.
paia presses her face up against the bubble
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
As the last guests step onto the boat, the finely dressed young man does as well, and it begins to row itself out to deeper water. The water shimmers, and as you look down to see the magic, you are met not with your own reflection but the reflection of an entirely different night sky, of a lit city with magnificent marble architecture, stunning irrigation systems made of white stone and glass, and glorious waterworks, fountains, man made canals, and everything else you could imagine. Then, the boat begins to sink. A bubble slowly forms around it, keeping all those inside safe and dry, as it begins to descend deeper into the water.
KK watches with amazement, flipping to a new page of her notepad and rapidly attempting to sketch what she sees, not able to capture all the intricacies of the architectural wonders around them.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Basil walks up to Thane, and gasps as he sees the child "Hello, kid!"
Lify walks in, sighs, and picks up James
Another new arrival walks over "Hello, are you satan?"
*desc:
A Krampus looking person, with ice spikes, and an exposed ribcage. they have four horns, and goatlike hooves, and a bag*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
She sighs, shaking her head disappointingly “I’m sorry ta hear all that’s still happenin’ ‘round those parts. Wish those things could be fix with the flip of a switch, but nothin’ ever that easy. Take care o’ yerself, cause we are care ‘bout ya, especially me.”
brynn pushes paia and she stops fussing
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A youthful boy sits down next to her, about eleven or twelve, looking to see what she’s sketching. He’s wearing a blue vest, with otherwise white clothes, and a white fedora. He seems in awe of basically everything around him, a bit confused.
*Hey guys, I might be taking a mental health break from DDB somewhere around Christmas through January 1st. Recently I have noticed that my mental health has been going down the more I am on here because of various reasons so I think the best action would be to step away from it all for a bit.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I hope so too." Once it clears out the last of the soil, it clambers out of the new pit, giving Felix a little hug as well.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Cut for Tarra.*
He smiles, handing them the child to hold “Yep, aren’t they beautiful?” A black Dragonborn baby, dark of night to contrast Thane’s golden light.
James weakly mumbles something as he is easily picked up, weighting only slightly more than he did back at Vanderbilt.
They look confused, and make a weak sound that matches it, before looking to the ground and whispering “No.”
Basil is smiling "Yes, they are"
Lify has a worried expression on her face
They look up and down "Then... who are you?"
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
"That's nice to hear. Thank you for your work, by the way. Appreciate it." He climbs aboard, offering a little wave to the guard.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for KK and the new arrival*
KK doesn't immediately notice the boy, still sketching something. The mannequin that sits beside her looks over and waves.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*As long as you feel better, I'm good. I'll miss you, but take as long as you need to feel healthy.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He takes the child back, smiling wide.
“I’m… fine… put me… down…” He says, looking up to her.
They continue to speak meekly, their voice strangely feminine “Evan…”
"I know that. It means a lot to know that I have family here. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve all of you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Here's hoping the break helps. Take as much time as you need, friend :)*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
FOR ALL PEOPLE ATTENDING THE YULETIDE MASQUERADE
As the last guests step onto the boat, the finely dressed young man does as well, and it begins to row itself out to deeper water. The water shimmers, and as you look down to see the magic, you are met not with your own reflection but the reflection of an entirely different night sky, of a lit city with magnificent marble architecture, stunning irrigation systems made of white stone and glass, and glorious waterworks, fountains, man made canals, and everything else you could imagine. Then, the boat begins to sink. A bubble slowly forms around it, keeping all those inside safe and dry, as it begins to descend deeper into the water.
*I gotta go for a while.*
*So glad you're back, Arch!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
paia presses her face up against the bubble
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"So, uhhh... do you need any more food or something for your child?"
He notices they are under the blossom tree. Lify smiles, and puts him down gently "okay"
"Well, Evan, we are gonna be an inseparable duo!"
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
KK watches with amazement, flipping to a new page of her notepad and rapidly attempting to sketch what she sees, not able to capture all the intricacies of the architectural wonders around them.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(hello again)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin