*Looks like I'm back, while I'm here, does anyone who may be here want to roleplay or anything?*
*Anyway, like I was previously saying, does anyone want to rp?*
*hubband*
*Well isn’t that amazing timing. Hello husband, would like rp?*
*I do, but no has picking capacity*
*Of course, you don’t have to my dear.*
Damian is unconscious face down in a muddy puddle just outside of the Inn, the occasional bubble coming up to show that he’s still alive.
Ambrosia is sitting cross legged on a gravestone, in a graveyard, eating what was likely someone’s arm at some point.
Marie is shopping for a dress for her wedding, using riches that are definitely not her own, but it’s not as if the dead are using them, her hair in the form of snakes.
*which one of these would be the best to rp with Cassandra? She's a witch that specializes in beauty magic; altering appearances and stuff like that, and she runs a shop called the Looking Glass (not here though)*
*Personally, maybe Ambrosia, despite the fact that her own natural beauty is amplified by her nature as what is basically a vampire curse. She would be able to offer some ingredients that would ‘beautify’ people. With the small side effect of turning them into vampire like beings.*
*Okay! This is for ambrosia then!* A grackle with a pink ribbon around its neck is pecking around the graveyard, and pecks around ambrosia's feet
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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)
*Looks like I'm back, while I'm here, does anyone who may be here want to roleplay or anything?*
*Anyway, like I was previously saying, does anyone want to rp?*
*hubband*
*Well isn’t that amazing timing. Hello husband, would like rp?*
*I do, but no has picking capacity*
*Of course, you don’t have to my dear.*
Damian is unconscious face down in a muddy puddle just outside of the Inn, the occasional bubble coming up to show that he’s still alive.
Ambrosia is sitting cross legged on a gravestone, in a graveyard, eating what was likely someone’s arm at some point.
Marie is shopping for a dress for her wedding, using riches that are definitely not her own, but it’s not as if the dead are using them, her hair in the form of snakes.
A blazing hand grabs his entire body, picking him up and taking him inside, dealing him no harm.
Xavier is nearby, paying repentance to his victims.
Lilac, waddling about in her short bipedal form, is doing the same.
He’s still very unconscious, but now muddy water is falling out of his mouth in a steady stream. He must have been in there for a while.
Ambrosia decides to silently walk over, tapping on Xavier’s shoulder once she’s close.
She waves to them, smiling and holding up a black dress and a red one “Hey, you look pretty, which one do you think is better on me?”
*Okay! This is for ambrosia then!* A grackle with a pink ribbon around its neck is pecking around the graveyard, and pecks around ambrosia's feet
She picks up the grackle. She takes off the ribbon, “Oh? I gift for me?” Her voice deeply refined, like a member of nobility “You look quite delicious don’t you?”
*Okay! This is for ambrosia then!* A grackle with a pink ribbon around its neck is pecking around the graveyard, and pecks around ambrosia's feet
She picks up the grackle. She takes off the ribbon, “Oh? I gift for me?” Her voice deeply refined, like a member of nobility “You look quite delicious don’t you?”
A bubbly voice pipes from just inside the tree line. "Cricket? Where did you run off to?" suddenly, a small young woman with long pink hair and a frilly dress comes into the graveyard, still calling. Then, she sees ambrosia holding the bird and shouts "HEY!" *gonna have to go soon*
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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'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)
*Okay! This is for ambrosia then!* A grackle with a pink ribbon around its neck is pecking around the graveyard, and pecks around ambrosia's feet
She picks up the grackle. She takes off the ribbon, “Oh? I gift for me?” Her voice deeply refined, like a member of nobility “You look quite delicious don’t you?”
A bubbly voice pipes from just inside the tree line. "Cricket? Where did you run off to?" suddenly, a small young woman with long pink hair and a frilly dress comes into the graveyard, still calling. Then, she sees ambrosia holding the bird and shouts "HEY!" *gonna have to go soon*
They have to them, tilting their head curiously, smiling at them softly “Is this little treat yours?” She asks, putting it down after plucking one of the feathers off of it before sending it towards the young woman.
"I love my stupid dad..." Domino says softly, setting him on a table.
She's unnoticed, until the tap, mind you. he looks over to her, smiling weakly. "Hello, can I help you?"
She sizes up Marie in both dresses... She thinks for some time. "I think they're both beautiful, but the black calls more attention to the rest of you, your face and your friendly, cute little snakes."
His eyes shoot open as he coughs up water "Huh? What did you say? You love your dad?" Making sure not to get too much water on the ground.
She looks down at them, leaning closer to their face, giving a predatory smile "I do believe that you can."
She looks at the dresses, before putting away the red dress, "You're right, and my fiancee is going to get me a blood ruby, its best I not wear red huh?" She holds out a hand "Marie, nice to meet you."
"I love my stupid dad..." Domino says softly, setting him on a table.
She's unnoticed, until the tap, mind you. he looks over to her, smiling weakly. "Hello, can I help you?"
She sizes up Marie in both dresses... She thinks for some time. "I think they're both beautiful, but the black calls more attention to the rest of you, your face and your friendly, cute little snakes."
His eyes shoot open as he coughs up water "Huh? What did you say? You love your dad?" Making sure not to get too much water on the ground.
She looks down at them, leaning closer to their face, giving a predatory smile "I do believe that you can."
She looks at the dresses, before putting away the red dress, "You're right, and my fiancee is going to get me a blood ruby, its best I not wear red huh?" She holds out a hand "Marie, nice to meet you."
"Oh, that's what wakes you up?" she rolls her eyes, sitting at the table he's on. "You heard me."
He frowns softly, a bit timid. "H-how?..."
"Too much red, indeed." she smiles, taking their hand. "Lilac, a pleasure. Blood ruby, huh? Beautiful."
He chuckles, rolling onto his back, turning his head to the side "I did, especially the stupid part. How are those powers treating you?"
She raises up a clawed hand, tapping a claw against her chin "Mmmm. Maybe just a talk."
"Jax spoils me with such things. What are you doing here Lilac? If I may ask." She says, putting the dress over her arm.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Personally, maybe Ambrosia, despite the fact that her own natural beauty is amplified by her nature as what is basically a vampire curse. She would be able to offer some ingredients that would ‘beautify’ people. With the small side effect of turning them into vampire like beings.*
*Okay! This is for ambrosia then!*
A grackle with a pink ribbon around its neck is pecking around the graveyard, and pecks around ambrosia's feet
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)
He’s still very unconscious, but now muddy water is falling out of his mouth in a steady stream. He must have been in there for a while.
Ambrosia decides to silently walk over, tapping on Xavier’s shoulder once she’s close.
She waves to them, smiling and holding up a black dress and a red one “Hey, you look pretty, which one do you think is better on me?”
She picks up the grackle. She takes off the ribbon, “Oh? I gift for me?” Her voice deeply refined, like a member of nobility “You look quite delicious don’t you?”
A bubbly voice pipes from just inside the tree line. "Cricket? Where did you run off to?" suddenly, a small young woman with long pink hair and a frilly dress comes into the graveyard, still calling. Then, she sees ambrosia holding the bird and shouts "HEY!"
*gonna have to go soon*
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)
*gtg*
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)
They have to them, tilting their head curiously, smiling at them softly “Is this little treat yours?” She asks, putting it down after plucking one of the feathers off of it before sending it towards the young woman.
*I can relate*
His eyes shoot open as he coughs up water "Huh? What did you say? You love your dad?" Making sure not to get too much water on the ground.
She looks down at them, leaning closer to their face, giving a predatory smile "I do believe that you can."
She looks at the dresses, before putting away the red dress, "You're right, and my fiancee is going to get me a blood ruby, its best I not wear red huh?" She holds out a hand "Marie, nice to meet you."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Tired, but feeling loved. How about you man?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*that's good, ur a lovely bean. I am oki*
He chuckles, rolling onto his back, turning his head to the side "I did, especially the stupid part. How are those powers treating you?"
She raises up a clawed hand, tapping a claw against her chin "Mmmm. Maybe just a talk."
"Jax spoils me with such things. What are you doing here Lilac? If I may ask." She says, putting the dress over her arm.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I'll try not to disagree. Wish you could feel better.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*who wants to RP? :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*I mean, if you want to.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)