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)
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Benimaru is training just outside of his home, but without his flames and using just his martial arts, tired, but working on getting stronger.
Flynn (The boxer/alchemist I introed yesterday) is going for a walk around town. He’s got an unlit cigarette inbetween his lips, bandages hands in his pockets.
“You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to, James. You can just write it down, it’s okay.”
Sylvin is keeping a close eye on him, reading a book
He bumps into something.. or is it somebody? Enter, the new flavor of queer! Standing at a staggering 3'9" is a short racoon-folk with ornate black armour and jingasa. He backs up a bit, bowing. "My apologies, sir."
"B- t-.." he coughs more, no longer able to try to speak
Benimaru disappears from view, and without the heat he normally gives off, he’s completely gone.
He looks down at the person he bumped into, his expression apologetic as he holds up his hands, stepping back and bowing as well. He doesn’t speak for some reason, but he gives them a friendly smile and a thumbs up.
She rubs his back before reaching to her belt, pouring something down his throat that might help, at least just a bit.
*Hey, Salem. Baegoji is going to undergo some changes as I immediately revamp him. He's a fox now. Specifically a Gumiho, which is the Korean version of the Kitsune and is very hungry... FOR EVOLUTION! And livers.*
*He's still going to be a smol boi, though.*
*I accept this change gracefully*
*I have like 4 foxes here, I think its obvious they're my favorite animal*
*wanna rp, or you just passing thru?*
*I'll RP once I define what I want out of Bae. You know, the general personality I'm going for.*
*It's going to be a bit like Demon Slayer meets John Wick when it comes to the world he lives in. He joined a clandestine adventurer/criminal(?) organization since they were the only ones who would hire him, and "his" hotel acts as the front for their base of operations. He's a confident hunter of monsters and chef de cuisine, and he has no qualms with using his teeth in a fight.*
*(is thrown at wall and begins to disintegrate into chalk.)*
(hey wendo)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Benimaru is training just outside of his home, but without his flames and using just his martial arts, tired, but working on getting stronger.
Flynn (The boxer/alchemist I introed yesterday) is going for a walk around town. He’s got an unlit cigarette inbetween his lips, bandages hands in his pockets.
“You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to, James. You can just write it down, it’s okay.”
Sylvin is keeping a close eye on him, reading a book
He bumps into something.. or is it somebody? Enter, the new flavor of queer! Standing at a staggering 3'9" is a short racoon-folk with ornate black armour and jingasa. He backs up a bit, bowing. "My apologies, sir."
"B- t-.." he coughs more, no longer able to try to speak
Benimaru disappears from view, and without the heat he normally gives off, he’s completely gone.
He looks down at the person he bumped into, his expression apologetic as he holds up his hands, stepping back and bowing as well. He doesn’t speak for some reason, but he gives them a friendly smile and a thumbs up.
She rubs his back before reaching to her belt, pouring something down his throat that might help, at least just a bit.
"He'll be back..." she sighs, wiping a tear away from her eye
"...Do you not speak? Are you a liar, and your tongue was cut out?" he asks, priming to pull his katana out of the white and gold sheath
He swallows it and continues to hold onto her, silently sobbing.
He tilts his head, standing behind them, “Back?” He says calmly, crossing his arms, “I wouldn’t just leave you without a good reason.”
He shakes his head and his hands, before tapping his ears to suggest another reason, smiling at them. The alchemy symbols on the back of his hands begin flowing in case of a fight.
“You don’t need to say a word James, you don’t need to say a word.” The liquid soothes the throat, healing a bit as she continues to hug them.
*Alrighty, I am back from the dead once again (Man, I have got to stop dying to those poison dart traps). Anyways, would any amongst you like to rp?*
*If you want to I would be happy to, if not, I’m still here, hoping my poison dart traps are catching anyone off guard.*
*I'd love to rp with you! You wanna continue a past interaction, or start a new one?*
*Either one works for me, but it’s up to you what you would like to do.*
*Works with me. Let's see...*
KK is continuing to run tests on the Old Blood, not really making significant progress towards reducing its more harmful effects, but still gaining more information as to how this corruptive substance works.
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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)
*Alrighty, I am back from the dead once again (Man, I have got to stop dying to those poison dart traps). Anyways, would any amongst you like to rp?*
*If you want to I would be happy to, if not, I’m still here, hoping my poison dart traps are catching anyone off guard.*
*I'd love to rp with you! You wanna continue a past interaction, or start a new one?*
*Either one works for me, but it’s up to you what you would like to do.*
*Works with me. Let's see...*
KK is continuing to run tests on the Old Blood, not really making significant progress towards reducing its more harmful effects, but still gaining more information as to how this corruptive substance works.
So is Henry, though he’s trying more active applications of the blood, noticing and noting its acidic properties when left unattended, and its mutagenic potential when exposed to organic matter. He places a tooth in a jar of the blood, and it has grown to become an entire jaw.
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*hi*
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)
(yo)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Alrighty, I am back from the dead once again (Man, I have got to stop dying to those poison dart traps). Anyways, would any amongst you like to rp?*
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)
*If you want to I would be happy to, if not, I’m still here, hoping my poison dart traps are catching anyone off guard.*
*(is thrown at wall and begins to disintegrate into chalk.)*
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'd love to rp with you! You wanna continue a past interaction, or start a new one?*
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)
*[picks up the chalk and starts using it to draw little smiley faces on the wall]*
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)
Benimaru disappears from view, and without the heat he normally gives off, he’s completely gone.
He looks down at the person he bumped into, his expression apologetic as he holds up his hands, stepping back and bowing as well. He doesn’t speak for some reason, but he gives them a friendly smile and a thumbs up.
She rubs his back before reaching to her belt, pouring something down his throat that might help, at least just a bit.
*I'll RP once I define what I want out of Bae. You know, the general personality I'm going for.*
*It's going to be a bit like Demon Slayer meets John Wick when it comes to the world he lives in. He joined a clandestine adventurer/criminal(?) organization since they were the only ones who would hire him, and "his" hotel acts as the front for their base of operations. He's a confident hunter of monsters and chef de cuisine, and he has no qualms with using his teeth in a fight.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(hey wendo)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Either one works for me, but it’s up to you what you would like to do.*
He tilts his head, standing behind them, “Back?” He says calmly, crossing his arms, “I wouldn’t just leave you without a good reason.”
He shakes his head and his hands, before tapping his ears to suggest another reason, smiling at them. The alchemy symbols on the back of his hands begin flowing in case of a fight.
“You don’t need to say a word James, you don’t need to say a word.” The liquid soothes the throat, healing a bit as she continues to hug them.
*Works with me. Let's see...*
KK is continuing to run tests on the Old Blood, not really making significant progress towards reducing its more harmful effects, but still gaining more information as to how this corruptive substance works.
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)
So is Henry, though he’s trying more active applications of the blood, noticing and noting its acidic properties when left unattended, and its mutagenic potential when exposed to organic matter. He places a tooth in a jar of the blood, and it has grown to become an entire jaw.