*hello my dearest darlings! Care to roleplay, anyone?*
*Hey, Arch! I just brought back my murderous dream strugel who has developed a taste for the seelie! I'd be up to use him if you'd be up to not trying to kill him immediately.*
*how fun! I don’t think Aurelia would try to kill him immediately, as long as he isn’t like, immediately aggressive towards her. So let’s try it!*
He picks up an apple and bites 75% of it off. "Every dream being needs something to anchor them to reality. For me, it's desire. Without it, I'd fade away into the reverie like a fey without nature."
"He stalked me, desperately attempted to romance me, and offed himself when I didn't want him. It was all written in that guy's Death Note or whatever."
“I… see…” He very obviously does not see.
“[gp], man. That’s not good.”
He tosses the last bit of the apple down his throat. "Hm. So, you seem a little bewildered. I'd assumed with all the horrors around here, I would be barely notable."
"Yeah. So, whether it's a real threat or not, I'm gonna just... do what I want, I guess."
He laughs. "Well, don't be all mysterious about it!" He looks at the board, and his jovial face slowly loses its entertainment. "Oh. The fair folk, huh?"
"Wha? O- Oh, right, that! I was invited to a ball at the Rippling Court, and a murder almost happened there. I'm trying to figure out who did it." She replies, trying to ignore that worrying revelation.
"If you find them, I want dibs." He puts a fat paw on her shoulder. "No measure of secrecy or mercy will sate my appetites, sister. If you have anything to share, you're free to consider me your brute squad."
*Apologies for the delay*
She is silent for a while. "...I almost sounded just like her then... the Seer, I mean." She pauses. "I hadn't realized that until now..."
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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)
*Okay, I’m back for an hour, does anyone want to rp while I’m here?*
*I’m here as well!*
*Would you like to rp? If you do, who do you want?*
*I’m open to any of your characters, but i’d like to use Mother Misery and or Vanilla, so you can choose who you think would be fun with them*
*Well, what kind of vibe are you interested in, because I’ve got many a vibe, truly lots of characters for nearly any situation.*
*mm… ✨dramatic✨ and ✨exciting✨*
*Youve got it.*
There is a massive crater made following a gargantuan explosion next to a stone pillar that reaches to the sky, dust is kicked up in every possible direction, making a shockwave that shakes the earth.
Darius is sitting next to the portal that seems to lead to some place of bright light and amazing color, his hair untie as blood trickles down his arms.
*Hey, Arch! I just brought back my murderous dream strugel who has developed a taste for the seelie! I'd be up to use him if you'd be up to not trying to kill him immediately.*
*how fun! I don’t think Aurelia would try to kill him immediately, as long as he isn’t like, immediately aggressive towards her. So let’s try it!*
*Cool!*
In the middle of the theater stage, blood begins to drip from the ceiling. The flow intensifies until there is a pool on the floor, running over the edge of the stage. A large, ferret-like figure emerges from the pool, wearing a black rain coat and hat with golden designs on it. Underneath, he wears a bright red waistcoat, and his eyes are gold flower-like patterns set in black sclera.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the sensational Podmorski!" He laughs in a pained, exhausted voice. Only Aurelia seems to see him or the blood. Everyone else sees an empty theater.
*it do*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I ain't happy*
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
*how fun! I don’t think Aurelia would try to kill him immediately, as long as he isn’t like, immediately aggressive towards her. So let’s try it!*
*Okay, I’m back for an hour, does anyone want to rp while I’m here?*
*I’m here as well!*
*Would you like to rp? If you do, who do you want?*
*I need a nap. I am going to take a nap. I'll try and be on later.*
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
*are people sure we can't just eat the rich?*
*Take care. See ya later Wendi, maybe, hopefully.*
*I’m open to any of your characters, but i’d like to use Mother Misery and or Vanilla, so you can choose who you think would be fun with them*
*eep well wendi, hope to see you later*
He tosses the last bit of the apple down his throat. "Hm. So, you seem a little bewildered. I'd assumed with all the horrors around here, I would be barely notable."
"Yeah. So, whether it's a real threat or not, I'm gonna just... do what I want, I guess."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Mine puter laggeth*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Apologies for the delay*
She is silent for a while. "...I almost sounded just like her then... the Seer, I mean." She pauses. "I hadn't realized that until now..."
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)
*Well, what kind of vibe are you interested in, because I’ve got many a vibe, truly lots of characters for nearly any situation.*
*Anybody else.*
*mm… ✨dramatic✨ and ✨exciting✨*
*Youve got it.*
There is a massive crater made following a gargantuan explosion next to a stone pillar that reaches to the sky, dust is kicked up in every possible direction, making a shockwave that shakes the earth.
Darius is sitting next to the portal that seems to lead to some place of bright light and amazing color, his hair untie as blood trickles down his arms.
*Cool!*
In the middle of the theater stage, blood begins to drip from the ceiling. The flow intensifies until there is a pool on the floor, running over the edge of the stage. A large, ferret-like figure emerges from the pool, wearing a black rain coat and hat with golden designs on it. Underneath, he wears a bright red waistcoat, and his eyes are gold flower-like patterns set in black sclera.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the sensational Podmorski!" He laughs in a pained, exhausted voice. Only Aurelia seems to see him or the blood. Everyone else sees an empty theater.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I am debating new characters, but for now here's my crew*
Georgie is eating breakfast
Tycho is reading on a rooftop, humming to himself
Elio is meditating in the forest, the snow melting around him
-free pick-