taika seems to have rebounded since his failure regarding bug and the lady, standing outside the tavern with his old familiar pitch. Notably, he seems to be using a different display model. This one is made of white porcelain with intricately painted features and glassy eyes, the spitting image of a fine porcelain doll.
*rp boink*
Rp pls
Please rp anyone please
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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)
*I'd certainly be up to! Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
*Any you feel would be good with some craziness.*
*Okey dokey!*
Omori is walking through the forest, trudging through the snow with no sign of being affected by the cold. As she does, she picks up little rocks and twigs and the like she thinks look cool.
She hears a voice, the sound of someone screaming for help. Around her, she can now see animal carcasses, killed carelessly with need for meat or bone.
She is startled at the sound, and both shocked and saddened at the sight of all the carcasses. She proceeds forward towards the source of the sound.
Suddenly, behind her is a wolf-man creature, wearing a pair of bloody overalls. "Hello little one.." his voice is deep and grating.
The little shadow whips around, seeming more startled than frightened. "Oh, hi! You startled me." She nervously chuckles.
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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)
There are restaurants and merchandise stores and carnival attractions all themed around KK's creations, but all of them are empty and non-functional. "Only because of your inspiration, doll-face." He chuckles at his own joke.
She laughs a bit as well. "I see what you did there. Now, what should we name the place?.. Hmm..." She looks out at the park, contemplating a name.
"No clue. I barely know what your thingies are, I just know that they're cool. They're the main attraction, after all."
He hears a crackle of static in his mind. "I felt peckish. They felt really funny. I resolved both situations. Would you care for some barbecue? I'm just waiting for them to drain."
Felix looks up. "Hey, dude. Howzit?"
"Oh, sure! I wouldn't want to intrude though."
Eito looks down at him with a smoldering gaze. "I am well. You seem unwell, however."
"Brother, I run a hotel in the Nightmare Realm. I welcome you with open arms."
"Yeah. Omi decided that I kill myself tomorrow. Trying to enjoy nature."
"Cool!" He walks over to Podmorski. "What's the Nightmare Realm? Is it in the Abyss?"
"That is wise but I do not see how another being can decide the choices of another. I doubt such a thing can happen."
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
taika seems to have rebounded since his failure regarding bug and the lady, standing outside the tavern with his old familiar pitch. Notably, he seems to be using a different display model. This one is made of white porcelain with intricately painted features and glassy eyes, the spitting image of a fine porcelain doll.
Rio walks by, looking battered but happy. "Oh, what's this?"
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
taika seems to have rebounded since his failure regarding bug and the lady, standing outside the tavern with his old familiar pitch. Notably, he seems to be using a different display model. This one is made of white porcelain with intricately painted features and glassy eyes, the spitting image of a fine porcelain doll.
*rp boink*
Rp pls
Please rp anyone please
*I feel bad for saying this, but I'd feel worse if I just ignored you.*
*Your character has to has a reason to seek out interaction and for others to seek interaction from them. All Taika does is sell a product nobody needs. And to be clear, I don't mean it's worthless, but anyone who wants something like that is probably an inventor in their own right. It's cool and all, but not easy to interact with.*
There are restaurants and merchandise stores and carnival attractions all themed around KK's creations, but all of them are empty and non-functional. "Only because of your inspiration, doll-face." He chuckles at his own joke.
She laughs a bit as well. "I see what you did there. Now, what should we name the place?.. Hmm..." She looks out at the park, contemplating a name.
"No clue. I barely know what your thingies are, I just know that they're cool. They're the main attraction, after all."
"How about... the Faceless Garden? I know, not the most 'fun' name, but it may add an air of mystery to the place. Make people curious. That, and all my creations are lacking faces."
"Oh." He sits up. "Alright, man, I'll help you look. Where'd it go?"
He can feel that the house is gone, reduced to ash from a fire and.. Home has disappeared from it.
He nods and leads him over to a tree stump with a small hole at the bottom "He scurried in there unfortunately.."
Various machines have begun looking for Home, led by Tyrone (the doppelganger of Home).
Felix nods and roots through his backpack. After a bit, he pulls out a small, fragrant, unidentifiable item. A lure of some sort. He places it down at the hole. It smells incredible even to the owlin.
They find him at Loriche's camp most likely, sitting by the fire, blankly staring at it.
They kneel down beside him, watching with interest "May I ask of what it is made of?"
"Brother, I run a hotel in the Nightmare Realm. I welcome you with open arms."
"Yeah. Omi decided that I kill myself tomorrow. Trying to enjoy nature."
"Cool!" He walks over to Podmorski. "What's the Nightmare Realm? Is it in the Abyss?"
"That is wise but I do not see how another being can decide the choices of another. I doubt such a thing can happen."
*Pod is currently nothing but a voice, but if asked he could manifest a thought-based form* "Eh... no. It's kind of like where the two material echoes, the Shadowfell and the Feywild, meet. Too much and two little at the same time. You can make anything if you're skilled enough with it, but by that point you've usually faded into nightmare matter yourself."
"He's done it before. I'm sure he'll do it again."
*I'd certainly be up to! Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
*Any you feel would be good with some craziness.*
*Okey dokey!*
Omori is walking through the forest, trudging through the snow with no sign of being affected by the cold. As she does, she picks up little rocks and twigs and the like she thinks look cool.
She hears a voice, the sound of someone screaming for help. Around her, she can now see animal carcasses, killed carelessly with need for meat or bone.
She is startled at the sound, and both shocked and saddened at the sight of all the carcasses. She proceeds forward towards the source of the sound.
Suddenly, behind her is a wolf-man creature, wearing a pair of bloody overalls. "Hello little one.." his voice is deep and grating.
The little shadow whips around, seeming more startled than frightened. "Oh, hi! You startled me." She nervously chuckles.
"Are you lost? Where are you going?" It asks, hits voice rather gentle.
"No clue. I barely know what your thingies are, I just know that they're cool. They're the main attraction, after all."
"How about... the Faceless Garden? I know, not the most 'fun' name, but it may add an air of mystery to the place. Make people curious. That, and all my creations are lacking faces."
"I like that. Maybe if we could add some alliteration. Faceless Fair?"
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!
"No clue. I barely know what your thingies are, I just know that they're cool. They're the main attraction, after all."
"How about... the Faceless Garden? I know, not the most 'fun' name, but it may add an air of mystery to the place. Make people curious. That, and all my creations are lacking faces."
"I like that. Maybe if we could add some alliteration. Faceless Fair?"
"Faceless Fair... yeah, I like the sound of that." She replies, smiling as she watches the mannequins amble about the place.
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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)
Various machines have begun looking for Home, led by Tyrone (the doppelganger of Home).
Felix nods and roots through his backpack. After a bit, he pulls out a small, fragrant, unidentifiable item. A lure of some sort. He places it down at the hole. It smells incredible even to the owlin.
They find him at Loriche's camp most likely, sitting by the fire, blankly staring at it.
They kneel down beside him, watching with interest "May I ask of what it is made of?"
Tyrone walks over and crouches down in the flames, looking him in the eye. "Hey, dummy. What's up?"
"A lot of things. The main body is ube, because I know it well enough to make something really good out of it."
Thirteen is writing rapidly at the bar, a few empty matcha cups around him.
Mauric is sitting on the roof, sobbing.
Loriche is wandering through the woods, confused.
Riotan is repurposing the parts of the slaughtered marilith for a new demon.
Eito is sharpening his shortsword.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Please rp anyone please
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)
The little shadow whips around, seeming more startled than frightened. "Oh, hi! You startled me." She nervously chuckles.
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)
"No clue. I barely know what your thingies are, I just know that they're cool. They're the main attraction, after all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Cool!" He walks over to Podmorski. "What's the Nightmare Realm? Is it in the Abyss?"
"That is wise but I do not see how another being can decide the choices of another. I doubt such a thing can happen."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rio walks by, looking battered but happy. "Oh, what's this?"
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 feel bad for saying this, but I'd feel worse if I just ignored you.*
*Your character has to has a reason to seek out interaction and for others to seek interaction from them. All Taika does is sell a product nobody needs. And to be clear, I don't mean it's worthless, but anyone who wants something like that is probably an inventor in their own right. It's cool and all, but not easy to interact with.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"How about... the Faceless Garden? I know, not the most 'fun' name, but it may add an air of mystery to the place. Make people curious. That, and all my creations are lacking faces."
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)
They find him at Loriche's camp most likely, sitting by the fire, blankly staring at it.
They kneel down beside him, watching with interest "May I ask of what it is made of?"
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
Samaritan is with Riotan, looking a bit tired or sad or something else as he watches Rio.
The Wolf watches her, chuckling to itself as it uses its mimicry to mess with her before devouring her whole.
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
*Pod is currently nothing but a voice, but if asked he could manifest a thought-based form* "Eh... no. It's kind of like where the two material echoes, the Shadowfell and the Feywild, meet. Too much and two little at the same time. You can make anything if you're skilled enough with it, but by that point you've usually faded into nightmare matter yourself."
"He's done it before. I'm sure he'll do it again."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Are you lost? Where are you going?" It asks, hits voice rather gentle.
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
Rio picks up the severed trunk of the body and begins to rip out the old seams. "You alright babe?"
Loriche takes out her pick and shield. "Alright buddy, I don't know who you think you are, but you're not Home, so don't even try!"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut*
"Not lost, just wandering." She looks back at the carcasses. "Do you intend on eating those? It seemed like they were just left to rot."
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)
"I like that. Maybe if we could add some alliteration. Faceless Fair?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yo anyone wanna RP with me? Just came up with a new char!*
. ݁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!
"Faceless Fair... yeah, I like the sound of that." She replies, smiling as she watches the mannequins amble about the place.
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)
Tyrone walks over and crouches down in the flames, looking him in the eye. "Hey, dummy. What's up?"
"A lot of things. The main body is ube, because I know it well enough to make something really good out of it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Mn." He sighs and sits up "I feel as though my better days are behind me some days." He explained.
"Don't worry Loriche, it is me.. I'm just lost I guess." The Wolf mimics.
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
"No. I have all the food I could want." He laughs, sharp teeth glinting.
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