*I was boutta lore drop on evan, so him and whoever else*
*Of course, here you go.*
Evan is sitting down, and eating some dinner. It’s just a salad, but he doesn’t seem to be enjoying it immensely, his fire spirit dancing around him:
Ambrosia is sitting outside of her manor, in the flooded garden, which has practically turned into a marsh at this point. She seems to petting something that rests in her lap.
Sam is nearby, having been hanging with him for a while.
Xavier is walking up the steps to come sit next to her.
He looks over to them, smiling softly and holding out a leaf of lettuce.
They would see what appears to be mutant crocodile in her lap, which she pets lovingly. (Search up, crocodilian from Darkest dungeon to see what it looks like.)
She walks over to them, helping them to their feet, looking into their eyes like they’re about to kiss them for a moment, before shaking their head, and begins to harvest the scorpion.
“Wanna bet?” He says with a little smile, “Either I win, or I have a happy life. Sound good?”
Mala follows after her and starts bashing loose the mandibles and faceparts. "If you were going to, you can kiss me."
"Hm. I do love winning. But that would be cheap when there's no chance of losing, wouldn't it be?"
She seems spooked by that, before getting up, Scorpion viscera covering one of her hands. She leans in, and gives their beak a smooch, blushing heavily.
“That’s assuming I have no chance of failing, how about we set some rules to the bet first?”
Mala looks very happy. “If I could, I’d kiss you back too…”
He hisses a bit. “Rules are ruinous to every good thing. I don’t need to gamble with your joy, John.”
She nods excitedly, “Please, I would… love you to.” She puts her hands behind her back, waiting expectantly.
“That’s about the answer I expected, and everything in the world makes me want to hope that you’re right.”
“I, uh… I can’t. Beaks can’t do that. I‘m sorry.”
“Sometime I’ll have to meet her. She sounds pleasant.”
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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 was boutta lore drop on evan, so him and whoever else*
*Of course, here you go.*
Evan is sitting down, and eating some dinner. It’s just a salad, but he doesn’t seem to be enjoying it immensely, his fire spirit dancing around him:
Ambrosia is sitting outside of her manor, in the flooded garden, which has practically turned into a marsh at this point. She seems to petting something that rests in her lap.
Sam is nearby, having been hanging with him for a while.
Xavier is walking up the steps to come sit next to her.
He looks over to them, smiling softly and holding out a leaf of lettuce.
They would see what appears to be mutant crocodile in her lap, which she pets lovingly. (Search up, crocodilian from Darkest dungeon to see what it looks like.)
They shake their head, gesturing to the stone. "I don't eat, thank you.. But anyway, about earlier. Damian, I think is my sisters husband... he died, but I guess he's alive."
He's clearly jealous, his attuned knife appearing his his clenched paw. "What the hell is that?"
He still seems confused about that, but listens closely as he eats, “He died? But now he’s alive? That’s pretty cool, it must have been terrible to have someone’s spouse die.”
The crocodilian growls softly at them, but Ambrosia boops it on the nose, “This, is our pet, my beloved.” She looks up to them.
"Mn. I hope it goes well. I have a feeling the more.. aggressive bunch will not enjoy it but killing innocents needs to stop at some point..." He sighs and rubs his temples.
Samaritan laughs gently and hugs him "I love you Riotan.."
"Boredom, pure and simple." He shrugs "But also, there has been multiple deaths in the area. I say multiple but it's more in the hundred's."
She walks over to them, helping them to their feet, looking into their eyes like they’re about to kiss them for a moment, before shaking their head, and begins to harvest the scorpion.
“Wanna bet?” He says with a little smile, “Either I win, or I have a happy life. Sound good?”
Mala follows after her and starts bashing loose the mandibles and faceparts. "If you were going to, you can kiss me."
"Hm. I do love winning. But that would be cheap when there's no chance of losing, wouldn't it be?"
She seems spooked by that, before getting up, Scorpion viscera covering one of her hands. She leans in, and gives their beak a smooch, blushing heavily.
“That’s assuming I have no chance of failing, how about we set some rules to the bet first?”
Mala looks very happy. “If I could, I’d kiss you back too…”
He hisses a bit. “Rules are ruinous to every good thing. I don’t need to gamble with your joy, John.”
She nods excitedly, “Please, I would… love you to.” She puts her hands behind her back, waiting expectantly.
“That’s about the answer I expected, and everything in the world makes me want to hope that you’re right.”
“I, uh… I can’t. Beaks can’t do that. I‘m sorry.”
“Sometime I’ll have to meet her. She sounds pleasant.”
She sighs, “Yeah… it’s okay… I’ll just kiss you for me.” She kisses them again, before going back to the corpse.
“I hope you like her, I wouldn’t want to turn that threat of yours around.” He leans back in his chair, ordering something to drink.
*I was boutta lore drop on evan, so him and whoever else*
*Of course, here you go.*
Evan is sitting down, and eating some dinner. It’s just a salad, but he doesn’t seem to be enjoying it immensely, his fire spirit dancing around him:
Ambrosia is sitting outside of her manor, in the flooded garden, which has practically turned into a marsh at this point. She seems to petting something that rests in her lap.
Sam is nearby, having been hanging with him for a while.
Xavier is walking up the steps to come sit next to her.
He looks over to them, smiling softly and holding out a leaf of lettuce.
They would see what appears to be mutant crocodile in her lap, which she pets lovingly. (Search up, crocodilian from Darkest dungeon to see what it looks like.)
They shake their head, gesturing to the stone. "I don't eat, thank you.. But anyway, about earlier. Damian, I think is my sisters husband... he died, but I guess he's alive."
He's clearly jealous, his attuned knife appearing his his clenched paw. "What the hell is that?"
He still seems confused about that, but listens closely as he eats, “He died? But now he’s alive? That’s pretty cool, it must have been terrible to have someone’s spouse die.”
The crocodilian growls softly at them, but Ambrosia boops it on the nose, “This, is our pet, my beloved.” She looks up to them.
"He was brought back by my half brother." they shrug. "I dunno them all very well, I only know Dad, Omi, Yuki, and Jay"
"Yours, you mean." he says, trying to make peace with it.
“You’ve got a lot of family, he must be a good guy if he brought your sister’s husband back.” He curls up, looking into the distance “Sounds fun.”
“I meant what I said, you will learn to love them too.” She says, pulling them down and giving them a long kiss.
"Mn. I hope it goes well. I have a feeling the more.. aggressive bunch will not enjoy it but killing innocents needs to stop at some point..." He sighs and rubs his temples.
Samaritan laughs gently and hugs him "I love you Riotan.."
"Boredom, pure and simple." He shrugs "But also, there has been multiple deaths in the area. I say multiple but it's more in the hundred's."
“Oh, without question. I can easily foresee fatalities in the thousands on your part before any meaningful action is done.”
“I love you too…”
“Well that’s just unnecessary.” She seems only mildly disappointed by 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.
She walks over to them, helping them to their feet, looking into their eyes like they’re about to kiss them for a moment, before shaking their head, and begins to harvest the scorpion.
“Wanna bet?” He says with a little smile, “Either I win, or I have a happy life. Sound good?”
Mala follows after her and starts bashing loose the mandibles and faceparts. "If you were going to, you can kiss me."
"Hm. I do love winning. But that would be cheap when there's no chance of losing, wouldn't it be?"
She seems spooked by that, before getting up, Scorpion viscera covering one of her hands. She leans in, and gives their beak a smooch, blushing heavily.
“That’s assuming I have no chance of failing, how about we set some rules to the bet first?”
Mala looks very happy. “If I could, I’d kiss you back too…”
He hisses a bit. “Rules are ruinous to every good thing. I don’t need to gamble with your joy, John.”
She nods excitedly, “Please, I would… love you to.” She puts her hands behind her back, waiting expectantly.
“That’s about the answer I expected, and everything in the world makes me want to hope that you’re right.”
“I, uh… I can’t. Beaks can’t do that. I‘m sorry.”
“Sometime I’ll have to meet her. She sounds pleasant.”
She sighs, “Yeah… it’s okay… I’ll just kiss you for me.” She kisses them again, before going back to the corpse.
“I hope you like her, I wouldn’t want to turn that threat of yours around.” He leans back in his chair, ordering something to drink.
Mala quickly hugs her from behind, folding her wings around Sersha.
“I rarely meet people I dislike. Very few of my sins are out of malice.”
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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.
*idk here have some goobers* Captain Mckinley is once again getting ridiculously drunk
A tall figure with a hat obscuring the top of their face comes into the tavern, nearly bumping their head on a hanging lantern.
I'm garbage at describing clothes but they're wearing this
The person sits down and orders something warm cheerily, adjusting their hat. Their shaggy hair is coal-black, as are their eyes.
*here salem*
Yuri sets down a cider in front of him. "Like hiding your face too, eh?"
"Adds to the mystery, innit?" they flash a snaggletoothed grin
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"Mn. I hope it goes well. I have a feeling the more.. aggressive bunch will not enjoy it but killing innocents needs to stop at some point..." He sighs and rubs his temples.
Samaritan laughs gently and hugs him "I love you Riotan.."
"Boredom, pure and simple." He shrugs "But also, there has been multiple deaths in the area. I say multiple but it's more in the hundred's."
“Oh, without question. I can easily foresee fatalities in the thousands on your part before any meaningful action is done.”
“I love you too…”
“Well that’s just unnecessary.” She seems only mildly disappointed by this.
"Unfortunately so. I have gone over this with my colleagues and we have been coming up with non-lethal plans to tax, fine, and keep an eye on those deemed harmful to the citizens of this area. Unfortunately, it seems this area is a hotspot for death and powerful creatures."
Samaritan picks him up "You want something to eat?"
"Not for me. I get to play grim reaper." He chuckles.
"Mn. I hope it goes well. I have a feeling the more.. aggressive bunch will not enjoy it but killing innocents needs to stop at some point..." He sighs and rubs his temples.
Samaritan laughs gently and hugs him "I love you Riotan.."
"Boredom, pure and simple." He shrugs "But also, there has been multiple deaths in the area. I say multiple but it's more in the hundred's."
“Oh, without question. I can easily foresee fatalities in the thousands on your part before any meaningful action is done.”
“I love you too…”
“Well that’s just unnecessary.” She seems only mildly disappointed by this.
"Unfortunately so. I have gone over this with my colleagues and we have been coming up with non-lethal plans to tax, fine, and keep an eye on those deemed harmful to the citizens of this area. Unfortunately, it seems this area is a hotspot for death and powerful creatures."
Samaritan picks him up "You want something to eat?"
"Not for me. I get to play grim reaper." He chuckles.
“It could be worse. Fortunately for you, there are quite a few defenders as well.”
“In whatever way you might mean that, yes.”
“I thought you said you weren’t Nerephos?”
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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.
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He looks over to them, smiling softly and holding out a leaf of lettuce.
They would see what appears to be mutant crocodile in her lap, which she pets lovingly. (Search up, crocodilian from Darkest dungeon to see what it looks like.)
*wendicut*
“Hm. I wish you luck then.”
Riotan gets on tiptoe to kiss him back lovingly.
“So how come you’re here?”
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, uh… I can’t. Beaks can’t do that. I‘m sorry.”
“Sometime I’ll have to meet her. She sounds pleasant.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He still seems confused about that, but listens closely as he eats, “He died? But now he’s alive? That’s pretty cool, it must have been terrible to have someone’s spouse die.”
The crocodilian growls softly at them, but Ambrosia boops it on the nose, “This, is our pet, my beloved.” She looks up to them.
"Mn. I hope it goes well. I have a feeling the more.. aggressive bunch will not enjoy it but killing innocents needs to stop at some point..." He sighs and rubs his temples.
Samaritan laughs gently and hugs him "I love you Riotan.."
"Boredom, pure and simple." He shrugs "But also, there has been multiple deaths in the area. I say multiple but it's more in the hundred's."
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
She sighs, “Yeah… it’s okay… I’ll just kiss you for me.” She kisses them again, before going back to the corpse.
“I hope you like her, I wouldn’t want to turn that threat of yours around.” He leans back in his chair, ordering something to drink.
(did you see my post wendo?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
“You’ve got a lot of family, he must be a good guy if he brought your sister’s husband back.” He curls up, looking into the distance “Sounds fun.”
“I meant what I said, you will learn to love them too.” She says, pulling them down and giving them a long kiss.
“Oh, without question. I can easily foresee fatalities in the thousands on your part before any meaningful action is done.”
“I love you too…”
“Well that’s just unnecessary.” She seems only mildly disappointed by 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.
*Looks like I’ve gtg, see you beauties tomorrow.*
Mala quickly hugs her from behind, folding her wings around Sersha.
“I rarely meet people I dislike. Very few of my sins are out of malice.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Adds to the mystery, innit?" they flash a snaggletoothed grin
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Sleep well and dream of Danny DeVito*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Unfortunately so. I have gone over this with my colleagues and we have been coming up with non-lethal plans to tax, fine, and keep an eye on those deemed harmful to the citizens of this area. Unfortunately, it seems this area is a hotspot for death and powerful creatures."
Samaritan picks him up "You want something to eat?"
"Not for me. I get to play grim reaper." He chuckles.
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
“It could be worse. Fortunately for you, there are quite a few defenders as well.”
“In whatever way you might mean that, yes.”
“I thought you said you weren’t Nerephos?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.