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)
"It's not about hiding your identity- that's a spy. If you kill in a way over and over again 'til people see that as your killin' way, ya get well known. just don't die"
"Well, dying stops most jobs right?" He says with a chuckle "If I ever need an assassin I suppose I know who to call then don't I?"
"I guess you do" she chuckles a slight bit
He drinks the red wine down, petting his dog “You look hurt.”
*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.
"Yes! And she's not for eating." the bird lands on the brim of her witch's hat
She puts her other hand on her hips "Really? She looks like a real snack though. Well, nice to meet you."
"nice is a strong word for it" she waves her fingers and another pink ribbon comes into existence and ties itself around the grackle's neck.
“You should keep yourself from being rude, no one likes a rude lady. As for your bird, you should try to keep them within your sight. You wouldn’t want anyone to eat them.”
*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.
"Yes! And she's not for eating." the bird lands on the brim of her witch's hat
She puts her other hand on her hips "Really? She looks like a real snack though. Well, nice to meet you."
"nice is a strong word for it" she waves her fingers and another pink ribbon comes into existence and ties itself around the grackle's neck.
“You should keep yourself from being rude, no one likes a rude lady. As for your bird, you should try to keep them within your sight. You wouldn’t want anyone to eat them.”
She rolls her eyes and switches to a honeyed tone. "Very well. May I ask your name?"
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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)
*also villain time, a little bit for fry since they wanted to fight them*
It's towards the end of the day for the carnival, and one of the ending shows is in the middle of performing. Clover, the jester, and his various fools are on stage. The jester is dressed in a black and red diamond patterned jester outfit, with a white smiling mask covering his face, and messy white hair sticking out from under their hat. The seem to be doing some sort of card trick, calling on an audience member to come pick a card, "Now, pick any card you'd like, I swear they don't bite" He says with an audible grin in his tone
A short half-elven girl comes to the front of the audience and picks a card
The cars looks to be a modified tarot card of 'the hanged man'. The jester tilts his head, "How fun!" He says,
*I don't say this nearly enough to y'all but I deeply cherish the people that you are, were, and will become. I know most of us will never meet in real life never get to shake each other's hand, hug one another, but these times on DDB like today, I realize how lucky I am to have met each and everyone of you. You have all taught me something different about the world that I would've been blind to if I had never had met you. You have let me experience emotions I don't think I would've had ever been able to experience if I hadn't been on here. I love you all so much and you mean more to me than anything in this world or the next.*
*love you too man, but always remember, I have a car and I will haul *ss to see any of you if you ever want me to or need me to.*
*I'm in Rhode Island so that may be a long haul XD*
*Sweet, I can pick up jobah on the way. Wanna rp?*
*Sure. I am thinking of creating an married pair of NPC's who are self aware who runs bar and are parental in nature.*
*Sweet.*
*want me to help, or?*
*if not, who you want?*
*Uhhh I suppose I'll take anyone you are willing to give me.*
*you're not making my life easy.*
Omi, Sam, and Yuki are having a meeting, discussing when to shift seasons.
The un-named twins are tottering about the inn
Toothless is sniffing about for Nik.
They feel a presence, the ait becomes heavy. "Hello little ones.." a sweet voice seems to mock them from the darkness.
Minnie watches them, knitting a sweater for Tim.
Nik is outside, smoking while trying to beat an old woman at Majong.
Simultaneously, all of them growl slightly, feeling disconcerted by the presence. "More Unwanted guests... I don't have the note anymore!" "W-wait, what do you mean 'The Note,' Omi?..."
They look at each other, spitting images of their father, Alix, before back at the woman
he whispers something in their ear, advice. and then a greeting. "I've been looking for you, mister."
The voice laughs "Ah, you gods, trying to always be the best you can be.. makes me laugh"
Minnie smiles and waves "Ello loves."
Nik smiles and fixes his glasses "Been missing you actually."
*also villain time, a little bit for fry since they wanted to fight them*
It's towards the end of the day for the carnival, and one of the ending shows is in the middle of performing. Clover, the jester, and his various fools are on stage. The jester is dressed in a black and red diamond patterned jester outfit, with a white smiling mask covering his face, and messy white hair sticking out from under their hat. The seem to be doing some sort of card trick, calling on an audience member to come pick a card, "Now, pick any card you'd like, I swear they don't bite" He says with an audible grin in his tone
A short half-elven girl comes to the front of the audience and picks a card
The cars looks to be a modified tarot card of 'the hanged man'. The jester tilts his head, "How fun!" He says,
Dex save?
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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)
"And yet your nap made you look more stupid." she smirks
"No, I don't drink anymore..." he says, pushing the glass away
"I will cherish every moment with him. He is the love of my life, and our children will carry his legacy."
He mock looks hurt "Oh, wounded by my own daughter, such a tragic moment."
She raises an eyebrow, making one of the glasses disappear "Mmm. Unfortunate I suppose. Why would that be?" She licks her fangs.
She smiles "Sounds like you're going to treat him right, sister." She tosses a gem between her hands, chuckling.
"Yeah yeah, tell it to shakespeare." she tilts her head. "Mom know you were out dying in the mud?"
"I need to find better ways to live... My old ones were horrid."
"No, it is I who does not deserve him... I owe him my life, twice I believe."
"Hopefully not, I don't want to worry her any more than I already do." He gets off the table, sitting in a chair "Oh, and I'm going to kill Tony."
"What would those old ones be?" She asks, pouring herself a glass of wine, smelling of blood.
"Sounds like he'll make a good husband, Jax has saved more than just my life. I'll love him as long as I live for that."
Her face drains of color, and she becomes panicked. "W-whoah, w-what? N-no, you cant!"
"Murdering for no reason... I was... insane."
"We've both found somebody special, huh?" she says, tearing up a bit.
He shakes his head “I certainly can, and I definitely will. I heard what he asked of you while drunk, so I’m going to kill him.”
She tilts her head, seemingly confused, “Insane? Do you think I’m insane then?” She gives another predatory smile.
She hugs them, “I’m happy you found yours, I’m happy I found mine. I hope every moment is better than the last with yours.”
"How I deal with my boyfriend is my business, now back the [GP] off." She says the last 5 words aggressively, poking a finger in his chest with each one.
"Do you kill? Do you kill innocent people, and dismember them in horrid ways?" he asks, offended slightly.
She hugs back, smiling and wiping her tears away. "We need to do a double bridal shower."
“My son in law is my business. I don’t want my son in law to end up like, let’s say his father in law for example. I don’t need you dating a degenerate.” He says, remaining calm.
“And oh are they delicious when I take them apart and eat every little bit of them. Their fear makes them so, so very tasty indeed.”
“Definitely, we should begin planning.” She says, going to find them a dress for their wedding, helping them find one.
Thirteen is at his personal graveyard, digging up his reserve undead.
Mauric is clocking out.
Loriche is felling a sizable tree.
Riotan is lying on the roof, seized by overwhelming emotion and Romanticism.
Eito is writing on a black scroll in glowing ink.
Malafasa is whipping up a full-out tornado.
He smells what can only be described as burning plastic, the air becoming heavy like it would crush him at any second. He can feel radiation fills the soil and the air around him as a man, just a distance away, watching from the treeline.
*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.
"Yes! And she's not for eating." the bird lands on the brim of her witch's hat
She puts her other hand on her hips "Really? She looks like a real snack though. Well, nice to meet you."
"nice is a strong word for it" she waves her fingers and another pink ribbon comes into existence and ties itself around the grackle's neck.
“You should keep yourself from being rude, no one likes a rude lady. As for your bird, you should try to keep them within your sight. You wouldn’t want anyone to eat them.”
She rolls her eyes and switches to a honeyed tone. "Very well. May I ask your name?"
“Ambrosia. And may I ask yours, my dear?” She says with a smile, revealing razor sharp fangs.
*also villain time, a little bit for fry since they wanted to fight them*
It's towards the end of the day for the carnival, and one of the ending shows is in the middle of performing. Clover, the jester, and his various fools are on stage. The jester is dressed in a black and red diamond patterned jester outfit, with a white smiling mask covering his face, and messy white hair sticking out from under their hat. The seem to be doing some sort of card trick, calling on an audience member to come pick a card, "Now, pick any card you'd like, I swear they don't bite" He says with an audible grin in his tone
A short half-elven girl comes to the front of the audience and picks a card
The cars looks to be a modified tarot card of 'the hanged man'. The jester tilts his head, "How fun!" He says,
Dex save?
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A rope lashes out of the card, wrapping around her wrists and neck, lifting her off the ground, "Oh my, I'd puty a fool who get stuck in this" The jester says, resulting in an odd sounding laugh from the audience
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*if you're still here jester i replied*
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 drinks the red wine down, petting his dog “You look hurt.”
*is polycule*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“You should keep yourself from being rude, no one likes a rude lady. As for your bird, you should try to keep them within your sight. You wouldn’t want anyone to eat them.”
*Turns out I’m a liar, I apologize for lying to all the people here that I deeply love.*
She rolls her eyes and switches to a honeyed tone. "Very well. May I ask your name?"
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 cars looks to be a modified tarot card of 'the hanged man'. The jester tilts his head, "How fun!" He says,
Dex save?
*?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The voice laughs "Ah, you gods, trying to always be the best you can be.. makes me laugh"
Minnie smiles and waves "Ello loves."
Nik smiles and fixes his glasses "Been missing you actually."
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
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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)
“My son in law is my business. I don’t want my son in law to end up like, let’s say his father in law for example. I don’t need you dating a degenerate.” He says, remaining calm.
“And oh are they delicious when I take them apart and eat every little bit of them. Their fear makes them so, so very tasty indeed.”
“Definitely, we should begin planning.” She says, going to find them a dress for their wedding, helping them find one.
He smells what can only be described as burning plastic, the air becoming heavy like it would crush him at any second. He can feel radiation fills the soil and the air around him as a man, just a distance away, watching from the treeline.
Stroth pokes Rio, tilting her head "You good?"
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 said I had to go, I didn’t, therefore I died.*
“Ambrosia. And may I ask yours, my dear?” She says with a smile, revealing razor sharp fangs.
*Anyway, does anyone else want to roleplay while I am actually here before I have to go?*
A rope lashes out of the card, wrapping around her wrists and neck, lifting her off the ground, "Oh my, I'd puty a fool who get stuck in this" The jester says, resulting in an odd sounding laugh from the audience