Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*Well, I assume there is no way I can help, so wanna rp?*
*Sure*
*Who you want?*
*Anyone rly*
*You don’t have any preference? Do you still have that wheel?*
*yeah but I am using my backup device so not RN*
*Sigh, welp, here.*
John is working out once more, his scars visible as he does so shirtless, his muscles rippling, eyes closed as he focuses on straining himself as much as he can.
Rei is here, though as the strange thing
He looks up to them, opening his eyes, “Hello Rei. Good to see you.”
"A couple minutes, friend. Say, what's your name, buddy? I'm Austin. People call me Sweets!" He pulls some individually wrapped candies out of his court and tosses them around like a burst of confetti.
His hands shoot out, catching all of the candies, putting them back in Austin’s hands “I’m… Angelo…” He says, looking back down to the ground after catching each one of the candies “Sorry, instinct… catching things was one of my tricks.”
"And a really good one at that!" He laughs. "You grew up in the circus, didn't you? No one is born with that much talent, and believe me, I've looked!"
He nods slowly once more “I did… parents lived with them their whole lives… it was some of the best years of my life.” He says, sneezing a bit, the mask moving to show a freckled bit of his face.
"I grew up in the carnival industry too. My dad ran the house of horrors. Never met my mom." He checks to temperature on the chicken, then turns down the heat. "See, it's browning before it's fully cooked, which means the heat is too high."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*no one on discord is responding to my clever memes and it's damaging my self esteem*
*I would if I was there, but I don’t have discord.*
*all good. i was just exaggerating. want anyone for the roleplaying from me?*
*I would love to rp, if you would want to, who would you like?*
*i asked you first /j*
*Sersha and John?*
*Of course, here you go.*
Sersha is meditating while considering asking Malafasa out on a date to go hunt a giant scorpion. Sans swirling around her as she considers.
John is still kind of just living life, though he does seem a bit happier than he usually does. He’s not even bothered by the wound in his side leaking blood.
Malafasa lands gently behind her, watching.
Riotan is wandering about and notices him. "You gonna drink any of that?"
She feels the gentle breeze of her landing, and opens her eyes, smiling at them.
He looks over to them, and down to his side “Probably not a lot of it, I’ve got blood to spare.”
"Hi!" Birds can't really smile, but if they could, Mala definitely would be.
"Oh that's just wasteful then."
Sersha takes a deep breath, moving to her feet, bowing as she does before asking “Would you like to go on a date… some time?”
He puts a cup to the wound, filling it half up “Here, take it.”
“Y… yes.” Her eyes widen dramatically, and she nods fervently.
“Oh sweet!” He grabs the cup and bolts it down, then hands it back. “You want me to stitch it up when it clots?”
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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.
*no one on discord is responding to my clever memes and it's damaging my self esteem*
*I would if I was there, but I don’t have discord.*
*all good. i was just exaggerating. want anyone for the roleplaying from me?*
*I would love to rp, if you would want to, who would you like?*
*i asked you first /j*
*Sersha and John?*
*Of course, here you go.*
Sersha is meditating while considering asking Malafasa out on a date to go hunt a giant scorpion. Sans swirling around her as she considers.
John is still kind of just living life, though he does seem a bit happier than he usually does. He’s not even bothered by the wound in his side leaking blood.
Malafasa lands gently behind her, watching.
Riotan is wandering about and notices him. "You gonna drink any of that?"
She feels the gentle breeze of her landing, and opens her eyes, smiling at them.
He looks over to them, and down to his side “Probably not a lot of it, I’ve got blood to spare.”
"Hi!" Birds can't really smile, but if they could, Mala definitely would be.
"Oh that's just wasteful then."
Sersha takes a deep breath, moving to her feet, bowing as she does before asking “Would you like to go on a date… some time?”
He puts a cup to the wound, filling it half up “Here, take it.”
“Y… yes.” Her eyes widen dramatically, and she nods fervently.
“Oh sweet!” He grabs the cup and bolts it down, then hands it back. “You want me to stitch it up when it clots?”
She seems surprised by how enthusiastic they are, “O-oh! Okay… when?”
“I know somebody else that can do it, but they’d probably want to experiment on me first, so sure.” He takes the cup.
"A couple minutes, friend. Say, what's your name, buddy? I'm Austin. People call me Sweets!" He pulls some individually wrapped candies out of his court and tosses them around like a burst of confetti.
His hands shoot out, catching all of the candies, putting them back in Austin’s hands “I’m… Angelo…” He says, looking back down to the ground after catching each one of the candies “Sorry, instinct… catching things was one of my tricks.”
"And a really good one at that!" He laughs. "You grew up in the circus, didn't you? No one is born with that much talent, and believe me, I've looked!"
He nods slowly once more “I did… parents lived with them their whole lives… it was some of the best years of my life.” He says, sneezing a bit, the mask moving to show a freckled bit of his face.
"I grew up in the carnival industry too. My dad ran the house of horrors. Never met my mom." He checks to temperature on the chicken, then turns down the heat. "See, it's browning before it's fully cooked, which means the heat is too high."
He nods, happy to learn as well as talk about something else other than where he grew up, his guilt for what he did extremely evident, though they have no clue what he did “Oh really? I’m not much of a cook, I just do magic stuff.”
"I grew up in the carnival industry too. My dad ran the house of horrors. Never met my mom." He checks to temperature on the chicken, then turns down the heat. "See, it's browning before it's fully cooked, which means the heat is too high."
He nods, happy to learn as well as talk about something else other than where he grew up, his guilt for what he did extremely evident, though they have no clue what he did “Oh really? I’m not much of a cook, I just do magic stuff.”
He sticks with the more comfortable subject. "Well, magic and cooking aren't too different. You can even combine the two if you like. I'm not very good at that, so I usually just don't."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*no one on discord is responding to my clever memes and it's damaging my self esteem*
*I would if I was there, but I don’t have discord.*
*all good. i was just exaggerating. want anyone for the roleplaying from me?*
*I would love to rp, if you would want to, who would you like?*
*i asked you first /j*
*Sersha and John?*
*Of course, here you go.*
Sersha is meditating while considering asking Malafasa out on a date to go hunt a giant scorpion. Sans swirling around her as she considers.
John is still kind of just living life, though he does seem a bit happier than he usually does. He’s not even bothered by the wound in his side leaking blood.
Malafasa lands gently behind her, watching.
Riotan is wandering about and notices him. "You gonna drink any of that?"
She feels the gentle breeze of her landing, and opens her eyes, smiling at them.
He looks over to them, and down to his side “Probably not a lot of it, I’ve got blood to spare.”
"Hi!" Birds can't really smile, but if they could, Mala definitely would be.
"Oh that's just wasteful then."
Sersha takes a deep breath, moving to her feet, bowing as she does before asking “Would you like to go on a date… some time?”
He puts a cup to the wound, filling it half up “Here, take it.”
“Y… yes.” Her eyes widen dramatically, and she nods fervently.
“Oh sweet!” He grabs the cup and bolts it down, then hands it back. “You want me to stitch it up when it clots?”
She seems surprised by how enthusiastic they are, “O-oh! Okay… when?”
“I know somebody else that can do it, but they’d probably want to experiment on me first, so sure.” He takes the cup.
"...I don't know. You're the one who asked."
"Oh? Who?"
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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.
"I grew up in the carnival industry too. My dad ran the house of horrors. Never met my mom." He checks to temperature on the chicken, then turns down the heat. "See, it's browning before it's fully cooked, which means the heat is too high."
He nods, happy to learn as well as talk about something else other than where he grew up, his guilt for what he did extremely evident, though they have no clue what he did “Oh really? I’m not much of a cook, I just do magic stuff.”
He sticks with the more comfortable subject. "Well, magic and cooking aren't too different. You can even combine the two if you like. I'm not very good at that, so I usually just don't."
“It sounds fun, though it’s not something I can do very well, not good at magic or cooking, but I’m trying to.” He looks at the chicken, “You are probably better at both than me, or at least one of them.”
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
He looks up to them, opening his eyes, “Hello Rei. Good to see you.”
*Cut with Jester*
The telepathic voice slips info his head "Hello"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Looking as beautiful as always.” He says, continuing to work.
"I grew up in the carnival industry too. My dad ran the house of horrors. Never met my mom." He checks to temperature on the chicken, then turns down the heat. "See, it's browning before it's fully cooked, which means the heat is too high."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Y… yes.” Her eyes widen dramatically, and she nods fervently.
“Oh sweet!” He grabs the cup and bolts it down, then hands it back. “You want me to stitch it up when it clots?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They sit, their expression as close to a smile as it can be
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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 just realized that my design for my robot is literally just the Doctor from Poppy Playtime chapter 4 but with different colors.*
*I need to work on that.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She seems surprised by how enthusiastic they are, “O-oh! Okay… when?”
“I know somebody else that can do it, but they’d probably want to experiment on me first, so sure.” He takes the cup.
He nods, happy to learn as well as talk about something else other than where he grew up, his guilt for what he did extremely evident, though they have no clue what he did “Oh really? I’m not much of a cook, I just do magic stuff.”
He eventually gets up, walking over and hugging the creature.
They open their front arms and reciprocate the hug
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"You're far faster than I. But then again, there are two of you."
"Awww, you look so cute!~"
Mala turns, having just noticed her. "Oh. Hi?"
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 are something truly special, in this form as any other.”
He sticks with the more comfortable subject. "Well, magic and cooking aren't too different. You can even combine the two if you like. I'm not very good at that, so I usually just don't."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"...I don't know. You're the one who asked."
"Oh? Who?"
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 for Jobah.*
She holds out a hand to them, “How about… now?”
“Friend of mine named Paracelsus. She’s absolutely insane, love her.”
"Same as you" their tail curves inwards calmly
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“It sounds fun, though it’s not something I can do very well, not good at magic or cooking, but I’m trying to.” He looks at the chicken, “You are probably better at both than me, or at least one of them.”
"Sounds good..." She takes it. "What was the plan?"
"Heh. Sounds like fun."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.