*Nope! Fire away! If you can't think of any, bring out the pretty lady and the child.*
*I can guess that, ‘pretty lady,’ probably refers to Aurelia, but who’s the other one, ‘the child,’?*
*Whoever you want them to be. I was thinking of Lonely, but I forgot he isn't on here.*
*you know what, I have an old character I never officially started using that is literally called, ‘the Child,’ so let’s go with that!*
Aurelia is preparing with two Legal experts for the trial of the Mercier twins, which is in just a few days.
A little kid with wavy black hair, glimmering white eyes, and a royal, red and white cape is wandering throughout the town. They can’t be more than eight. A genuine golden scepter in hand, and an extravagant, bejeweled crown much too big for their head, they look quite out of place. Strangely, most people don’t seem to notice them.
*Nope! Fire away! If you can't think of any, bring out the pretty lady and the child.*
*I can guess that, ‘pretty lady,’ probably refers to Aurelia, but who’s the other one, ‘the child,’?*
*Whoever you want them to be. I was thinking of Lonely, but I forgot he isn't on here.*
*you know what, I have an old character I never officially started using that is literally called, ‘the Child,’ so let’s go with that!*
Aurelia is preparing with two Legal experts for the trial of the Mercier twins, which is in just a few days.
A little kid with wavy black hair, glimmering white eyes, and a royal, red and white cape is wandering throughout the town. They can’t be more than eight. A genuine golden scepter in hand, and an extravagant, bejeweled crown much too big for their head, they look quite out of place. Strangely, most people don’t seem to notice them.
*Can child see ghosts?I*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*Nope! Fire away! If you can't think of any, bring out the pretty lady and the child.*
*I can guess that, ‘pretty lady,’ probably refers to Aurelia, but who’s the other one, ‘the child,’?*
*Whoever you want them to be. I was thinking of Lonely, but I forgot he isn't on here.*
*you know what, I have an old character I never officially started using that is literally called, ‘the Child,’ so let’s go with that!*
Aurelia is preparing with two Legal experts for the trial of the Mercier twins, which is in just a few days.
A little kid with wavy black hair, glimmering white eyes, and a royal, red and white cape is wandering throughout the town. They can’t be more than eight. A genuine golden scepter in hand, and an extravagant, bejeweled crown much too big for their head, they look quite out of place. Strangely, most people don’t seem to notice them.
Angel is inside the tavern, comfortably sat in the library. He is sitting at a table, reading a book on the symbology of certain objects and how they can hold a primordial magic. He is dressed in a maroon-colored dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants. He is listening to the radio as he reads, simple classical music playing from it.
Misha is outside, her form not her own. She looks like a mix between a bird and a wolf, four paws on the earth but fur made of black feathers with a bird-like skull sat on her shoulders. She prowls around, the sound of her stomach growling like a angry dog. Her talon-clawed hands dig into the earth of a local graveyard, making strange noises like a cooing dove.
Samaritan is sitting outside with someone. He seems to talk to him like this person is his own child, asking questions along the line of ‘Are you eating enough?’ or ‘How is college?’. The man, almost looking to be in his thirties, is picking at a fruit cobbler that Samaritan gave him. He has short black hair, olive hued skin, and bright brown eyes. He wears a white dress shirt, a black suit vest, and a pair of black dress pants.
Thirteen is sitting at a table, staring intently at what appears to be a pile of random garbage.
Loriche is heading back to her camp and sees what she views only as some weird owlbear-adjacent critter. Quickly, she squares up, taking out her shield.
Riotan strolls over, waving as politely as possible to the man. He has something of an inkling as to who this man might be.
Angel looks over, his large black eyes blinking in curiosity.
Misha writhes about, her body actually much thinner than what the feathers would make one assume. She squeezes between two trees, seeming to smell something.
Samaritan smiles behind his mask and waves back. William looks up, tilting his head and gives a polite smile back.
At the moment, Thirteen is pondering an old door hinge.
Cautiously, Loriche follows, ready to attack if necessary.
“It’s been a while since I saw you in town.” Rio smiles and sits with them.
*why did i forget what william looked like and think this was samaritan’s estranged son*
He gets up, slowly sliding the chair back, and walks over. "May I ask what you are doing? Nothing is wrong, I simply want to know for the sake of sating my own curiosity."
She curls up against a hole of a foxes den, still impossibly still. The stench of rot fills the air suddenly, like a gas.
William nods "Came by for the wedding. Eh, that's not the right term, I was coherenced into coming for the wedding."
“I keep finding things that shouldn’t be there amid my possessions. I keep finding odd patterns and experiencing strange, vertigo-like sensations. It has to MEAN something!”
She approaches. “Can you understand me?”
“Well it’s nice to finally be able to see you in a friendly context.” He gives Samaritan a quick peck on the cheek. “I think you’ll be glad to be there.”
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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.
*Nope! Fire away! If you can't think of any, bring out the pretty lady and the child.*
*I can guess that, ‘pretty lady,’ probably refers to Aurelia, but who’s the other one, ‘the child,’?*
*Whoever you want them to be. I was thinking of Lonely, but I forgot he isn't on here.*
*you know what, I have an old character I never officially started using that is literally called, ‘the Child,’ so let’s go with that!*
Aurelia is preparing with two Legal experts for the trial of the Mercier twins, which is in just a few days.
A little kid with wavy black hair, glimmering white eyes, and a royal, red and white cape is wandering throughout the town. They can’t be more than eight. A genuine golden scepter in hand, and an extravagant, bejeweled crown much too big for their head, they look quite out of place. Strangely, most people don’t seem to notice them.
*Can child see ghosts?I*
*the child could definitely see ghosts.*
*excellent* A child only a little older than him runs down the street giggling. She has long blond hair and frostbitten skin and she wears blue
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*Nope! Fire away! If you can't think of any, bring out the pretty lady and the child.*
*I can guess that, ‘pretty lady,’ probably refers to Aurelia, but who’s the other one, ‘the child,’?*
*Whoever you want them to be. I was thinking of Lonely, but I forgot he isn't on here.*
*you know what, I have an old character I never officially started using that is literally called, ‘the Child,’ so let’s go with that!*
Aurelia is preparing with two Legal experts for the trial of the Mercier twins, which is in just a few days.
A little kid with wavy black hair, glimmering white eyes, and a royal, red and white cape is wandering throughout the town. They can’t be more than eight. A genuine golden scepter in hand, and an extravagant, bejeweled crown much too big for their head, they look quite out of place. Strangely, most people don’t seem to notice them.
*Can child see ghosts?I*
*the child could definitely see ghosts.*
*excellent* A child only a little older than him runs down the street giggling. She has long blond hair and frostbitten skin and she wears blue
The child stands there, confused for a few moments. Then, deciding to see what she’s up to, chases after her.
"...I need to show you something." He covers her eyes with his hand. Suddenly, she sees what he sees: the Beach. A shore of iron teeth at the border between the real world and the Noctourne, a realm of terror. The 'beach' itself is covered in so, so, so many corpses. Blood and rot spills into the black ocean, where living creatures emerge from, trying to get to the surface to breathe, trying to avoid getting chopped up on the rocks, trying not to get scratched to death by the desperate hands of their brethren. Each monster is malformed, most would never survive more than a minute in the real world. They are thrashed against the shore. Out of the billions flowing in, only a handful survive the sea, and only a handful of those survive long enough to reach our reality, the land beyond the corpse heap. "My family."
"Ha! I'll be bigger and scarier one day! I'm gonna have a whole empire of happy people and they'll all love me, and I'll invite both of you to visit!"
She is quiet for a moment, two moments, many more after before she utters a single word. "Beautiful.."
William nods "How big we talking?"
"Yes, that's the consensus, isn't it?" He chuckles mirthlessly. "Are you hungry? They're all intelligent as you or me, and the only place they're going otherwise is back to the deep when they rot into ooze."
"Like, uh..." He looks around, then points his claw at a mountain in the distance. "85 feet tall to the shoulder, and I'll be wearing the coolest armor in the world. They'll have the capital on my back, and I'll be like 'Rawr! I'm gonna save you from the bad guys!' Then they all cheer and love me."
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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.
Angel is inside the tavern, comfortably sat in the library. He is sitting at a table, reading a book on the symbology of certain objects and how they can hold a primordial magic. He is dressed in a maroon-colored dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants. He is listening to the radio as he reads, simple classical music playing from it.
Misha is outside, her form not her own. She looks like a mix between a bird and a wolf, four paws on the earth but fur made of black feathers with a bird-like skull sat on her shoulders. She prowls around, the sound of her stomach growling like a angry dog. Her talon-clawed hands dig into the earth of a local graveyard, making strange noises like a cooing dove.
Samaritan is sitting outside with someone. He seems to talk to him like this person is his own child, asking questions along the line of ‘Are you eating enough?’ or ‘How is college?’. The man, almost looking to be in his thirties, is picking at a fruit cobbler that Samaritan gave him. He has short black hair, olive hued skin, and bright brown eyes. He wears a white dress shirt, a black suit vest, and a pair of black dress pants.
Thirteen is sitting at a table, staring intently at what appears to be a pile of random garbage.
Loriche is heading back to her camp and sees what she views only as some weird owlbear-adjacent critter. Quickly, she squares up, taking out her shield.
Riotan strolls over, waving as politely as possible to the man. He has something of an inkling as to who this man might be.
Angel looks over, his large black eyes blinking in curiosity.
Misha writhes about, her body actually much thinner than what the feathers would make one assume. She squeezes between two trees, seeming to smell something.
Samaritan smiles behind his mask and waves back. William looks up, tilting his head and gives a polite smile back.
At the moment, Thirteen is pondering an old door hinge.
Cautiously, Loriche follows, ready to attack if necessary.
“It’s been a while since I saw you in town.” Rio smiles and sits with them.
*why did i forget what william looked like and think this was samaritan’s estranged son*
He gets up, slowly sliding the chair back, and walks over. "May I ask what you are doing? Nothing is wrong, I simply want to know for the sake of sating my own curiosity."
She curls up against a hole of a foxes den, still impossibly still. The stench of rot fills the air suddenly, like a gas.
William nods "Came by for the wedding. Eh, that's not the right term, I was coherenced into coming for the wedding."
“I keep finding things that shouldn’t be there amid my possessions. I keep finding odd patterns and experiencing strange, vertigo-like sensations. It has to MEAN something!”
She approaches. “Can you understand me?”
“Well it’s nice to finally be able to see you in a friendly context.” He gives Samaritan a quick peck on the cheek. “I think you’ll be glad to be there.”
He watched a moment more "What if there is none?" He offered.
The beaked skull face turns suddenly, facing them. It jumps back, fear radiating from it suddenly.
William rolls his eyes "Gross." Which earns him and elbow to the gut from Samaritan.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Sure, I'd love to! Any particular character(s) you'd like to interact with?*
*possibly KK with Aurelia, and then I do want to try interacting with Helianth. Though I’m not sure which character i should use for that. Do you have any preference? (If you know my characters, I don’t roleplay here that often*
*I have no particular preference- use whoever you'd like!*
KK is at the Rippling Court, painting a picture of the sea, seemingly deep in thought.
Helianth is tending to the wretched garden outside its ship, humming an old tune to itself as it does.
Aurelia, along with two guards on either side of her, is taking a walk across the domain of the rippling court when she sees KK. The Archduchess seems quite stressed out, but smiles a bit when she notices KK, walking up to them and examining their painting. ”greetings!” She says in her usual, semi cheery manner.
Helianth sees a little kid walking around in the garden, with wavy black hair and glimmering white eyes. In their hand is a golden scepter, and on their head is an absurd crown with many jewels and diamonds, too big for the child’s little head, so they constantly have to readjust it so it doesn’t fall off.
She looks up from her canvas- a partially-complete painting of the sea outside the Court- upon hearing Aurelia, looking over with a wide smile on her face. "Greetings, your eminence! How have things been?" She says, bowing a bit.
The crooked flower notices the child walking around through the flowers on the twisted 'plants' in its garden, which seem to turn to face him as he wanders. "Hello. What are you doing here?" It asks him.
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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)
"...I need to show you something." He covers her eyes with his hand. Suddenly, she sees what he sees: the Beach. A shore of iron teeth at the border between the real world and the Noctourne, a realm of terror. The 'beach' itself is covered in so, so, so many corpses. Blood and rot spills into the black ocean, where living creatures emerge from, trying to get to the surface to breathe, trying to avoid getting chopped up on the rocks, trying not to get scratched to death by the desperate hands of their brethren. Each monster is malformed, most would never survive more than a minute in the real world. They are thrashed against the shore. Out of the billions flowing in, only a handful survive the sea, and only a handful of those survive long enough to reach our reality, the land beyond the corpse heap. "My family."
"Ha! I'll be bigger and scarier one day! I'm gonna have a whole empire of happy people and they'll all love me, and I'll invite both of you to visit!"
She is quiet for a moment, two moments, many more after before she utters a single word. "Beautiful.."
William nods "How big we talking?"
"Yes, that's the consensus, isn't it?" He chuckles mirthlessly. "Are you hungry? They're all intelligent as you or me, and the only place they're going otherwise is back to the deep when they rot into ooze."
"Like, uh..." He looks around, then points his claw at a mountain in the distance. "85 feet tall to the shoulder, and I'll be wearing the coolest armor in the world. They'll have the capital on my back, and I'll be like 'Rawr! I'm gonna save you from the bad guys!' Then they all cheer and love me."
She notices this and tilts her head "Do you not see what I see? The gleam from the iron? The beauty of the sea? The dancing colors of flesh?" She sighs, disappointed.
William smiles "I like that idea. What if they don't like you though? What will happen then?". Samaritan hands them both a slice of cake, something he has been making recently to prepare for Rio and his wedding. It is elderberry and blackberry frosting on white cake.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Angel is inside the tavern, comfortably sat in the library. He is sitting at a table, reading a book on the symbology of certain objects and how they can hold a primordial magic. He is dressed in a maroon-colored dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants. He is listening to the radio as he reads, simple classical music playing from it.
Misha is outside, her form not her own. She looks like a mix between a bird and a wolf, four paws on the earth but fur made of black feathers with a bird-like skull sat on her shoulders. She prowls around, the sound of her stomach growling like a angry dog. Her talon-clawed hands dig into the earth of a local graveyard, making strange noises like a cooing dove.
Samaritan is sitting outside with someone. He seems to talk to him like this person is his own child, asking questions along the line of ‘Are you eating enough?’ or ‘How is college?’. The man, almost looking to be in his thirties, is picking at a fruit cobbler that Samaritan gave him. He has short black hair, olive hued skin, and bright brown eyes. He wears a white dress shirt, a black suit vest, and a pair of black dress pants.
Thirteen is sitting at a table, staring intently at what appears to be a pile of random garbage.
Loriche is heading back to her camp and sees what she views only as some weird owlbear-adjacent critter. Quickly, she squares up, taking out her shield.
Riotan strolls over, waving as politely as possible to the man. He has something of an inkling as to who this man might be.
Angel looks over, his large black eyes blinking in curiosity.
Misha writhes about, her body actually much thinner than what the feathers would make one assume. She squeezes between two trees, seeming to smell something.
Samaritan smiles behind his mask and waves back. William looks up, tilting his head and gives a polite smile back.
At the moment, Thirteen is pondering an old door hinge.
Cautiously, Loriche follows, ready to attack if necessary.
“It’s been a while since I saw you in town.” Rio smiles and sits with them.
*why did i forget what william looked like and think this was samaritan’s estranged son*
He gets up, slowly sliding the chair back, and walks over. "May I ask what you are doing? Nothing is wrong, I simply want to know for the sake of sating my own curiosity."
She curls up against a hole of a foxes den, still impossibly still. The stench of rot fills the air suddenly, like a gas.
William nods "Came by for the wedding. Eh, that's not the right term, I was coherenced into coming for the wedding."
“I keep finding things that shouldn’t be there amid my possessions. I keep finding odd patterns and experiencing strange, vertigo-like sensations. It has to MEAN something!”
She approaches. “Can you understand me?”
“Well it’s nice to finally be able to see you in a friendly context.” He gives Samaritan a quick peck on the cheek. “I think you’ll be glad to be there.”
He watched a moment more "What if there is none?" He offered.
The beaked skull face turns suddenly, facing them. It jumps back, fear radiating from it suddenly.
William rolls his eyes "Gross." Which earns him and elbow to the gut from Samaritan.
“Then why is it happening??!” He groans.
”Hey, hey.” She steps back a little. “I’m not gonna hurt you…”
“So how long will you be staying?”
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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 like eating, sleeping, and gathering treasure. I can't do a lot of any of those most of the time, sadly. I also like bathing, but you're kind of like fabric or a ghost, and those don't like getting wet, I don't think."
"Well, hopefully they get the message. Anyway, how are you today?" He steals the ID from the mummified body.
"...Gathering treasure?" It asks, its interest piqued. "...I used to do that with an old acquaintance of mine- mostly magical things. Can I help you gather treasure?"
"I'm managing as well as I can. Eternal hunger makes that tricky sometimes, but overall, not bad. You?" One of its flower heads ignites with brilliant white flames, and in a flash of light, the corpse is reduced to ash.
He runs in a little circle. "Yes! I like shiny things, but I also like things that smell nice and can rub off on my scales, and I like food a whole lot, especially if I can save it for a long time. But my favorite treasures are people who I can help!"
"Eh, I've been worse. The NEO keeps killing my family. I kind of just have to watch since I can't be everywhere at once, you know? I've been trying to bolster other Nightmares to help protect the kids, but I've only gotten one guy. He thinks he's a superhero or something."
It seems equally excited, numerous eyes opening across the shadow's form that frantically look around it. "...That sounds very nice. If I find anything like that, I'll let you know so you can collect it."
"That does sound like quite the task- I wish you well in your endeavor." It says, before pausing- it has an idea. "...In fact, I might be able to help you so you can be everywhere at once." It adds, producing a dustpan and broom and sweeping up the ashes from the agent, which it places in one of the large pots the horrible 'plants' grow from.
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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)
Angel is inside the tavern, comfortably sat in the library. He is sitting at a table, reading a book on the symbology of certain objects and how they can hold a primordial magic. He is dressed in a maroon-colored dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants. He is listening to the radio as he reads, simple classical music playing from it.
Misha is outside, her form not her own. She looks like a mix between a bird and a wolf, four paws on the earth but fur made of black feathers with a bird-like skull sat on her shoulders. She prowls around, the sound of her stomach growling like a angry dog. Her talon-clawed hands dig into the earth of a local graveyard, making strange noises like a cooing dove.
Samaritan is sitting outside with someone. He seems to talk to him like this person is his own child, asking questions along the line of ‘Are you eating enough?’ or ‘How is college?’. The man, almost looking to be in his thirties, is picking at a fruit cobbler that Samaritan gave him. He has short black hair, olive hued skin, and bright brown eyes. He wears a white dress shirt, a black suit vest, and a pair of black dress pants.
Thirteen is sitting at a table, staring intently at what appears to be a pile of random garbage.
Loriche is heading back to her camp and sees what she views only as some weird owlbear-adjacent critter. Quickly, she squares up, taking out her shield.
Riotan strolls over, waving as politely as possible to the man. He has something of an inkling as to who this man might be.
Angel looks over, his large black eyes blinking in curiosity.
Misha writhes about, her body actually much thinner than what the feathers would make one assume. She squeezes between two trees, seeming to smell something.
Samaritan smiles behind his mask and waves back. William looks up, tilting his head and gives a polite smile back.
At the moment, Thirteen is pondering an old door hinge.
Cautiously, Loriche follows, ready to attack if necessary.
“It’s been a while since I saw you in town.” Rio smiles and sits with them.
*why did i forget what william looked like and think this was samaritan’s estranged son*
He gets up, slowly sliding the chair back, and walks over. "May I ask what you are doing? Nothing is wrong, I simply want to know for the sake of sating my own curiosity."
She curls up against a hole of a foxes den, still impossibly still. The stench of rot fills the air suddenly, like a gas.
William nods "Came by for the wedding. Eh, that's not the right term, I was coherenced into coming for the wedding."
“I keep finding things that shouldn’t be there amid my possessions. I keep finding odd patterns and experiencing strange, vertigo-like sensations. It has to MEAN something!”
She approaches. “Can you understand me?”
“Well it’s nice to finally be able to see you in a friendly context.” He gives Samaritan a quick peck on the cheek. “I think you’ll be glad to be there.”
He watched a moment more "What if there is none?" He offered.
The beaked skull face turns suddenly, facing them. It jumps back, fear radiating from it suddenly.
William rolls his eyes "Gross." Which earns him and elbow to the gut from Samaritan.
“Then why is it happening??!” He groans.
”Hey, hey.” She steps back a little. “I’m not gonna hurt you…”
“So how long will you be staying?”
"Perhaps they have been out there by you? You simply do not remember it?" Angel shrugged slightly.
"LEAVE ME ALONE. LEAVE ME ALONE." She yells, sobbing and screaming.
"Few days, all I took off from my culinary studies so if you two are planning to be having the wedding in five to six days from now, I am not gonna be here." He said. Samaritan huffed "I thought I taught you everything I knew."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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
*you know what, I have an old character I never officially started using that is literally called, ‘the Child,’ so let’s go with that!*
Aurelia is preparing with two Legal experts for the trial of the Mercier twins, which is in just a few days.
A little kid with wavy black hair, glimmering white eyes, and a royal, red and white cape is wandering throughout the town. They can’t be more than eight. A genuine golden scepter in hand, and an extravagant, bejeweled crown much too big for their head, they look quite out of place. Strangely, most people don’t seem to notice them.
*Can child see ghosts?I*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*i have 30 mins lesgooo*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*the child could definitely see ghosts.*
“I keep finding things that shouldn’t be there amid my possessions. I keep finding odd patterns and experiencing strange, vertigo-like sensations. It has to MEAN something!”
She approaches. “Can you understand me?”
“Well it’s nice to finally be able to see you in a friendly context.” He gives Samaritan a quick peck on the cheek. “I think you’ll be glad to be there.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*excellent*
A child only a little older than him runs down the street giggling. She has long blond hair and frostbitten skin and she wears blue
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
The child stands there, confused for a few moments. Then, deciding to see what she’s up to, chases after her.
"Yes, that's the consensus, isn't it?" He chuckles mirthlessly. "Are you hungry? They're all intelligent as you or me, and the only place they're going otherwise is back to the deep when they rot into ooze."
"Like, uh..." He looks around, then points his claw at a mountain in the distance. "85 feet tall to the shoulder, and I'll be wearing the coolest armor in the world. They'll have the capital on my back, and I'll be like 'Rawr! I'm gonna save you from the bad guys!' Then they all cheer and love me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He watched a moment more "What if there is none?" He offered.
The beaked skull face turns suddenly, facing them. It jumps back, fear radiating from it suddenly.
William rolls his eyes "Gross." Which earns him and elbow to the gut from Samaritan.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She looks up from her canvas- a partially-complete painting of the sea outside the Court- upon hearing Aurelia, looking over with a wide smile on her face. "Greetings, your eminence! How have things been?" She says, bowing a bit.
The crooked flower notices the child walking around through the flowers on the twisted 'plants' in its garden, which seem to turn to face him as he wanders. "Hello. What are you doing here?" It asks him.
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)
She notices this and tilts her head "Do you not see what I see? The gleam from the iron? The beauty of the sea? The dancing colors of flesh?" She sighs, disappointed.
William smiles "I like that idea. What if they don't like you though? What will happen then?". Samaritan hands them both a slice of cake, something he has been making recently to prepare for Rio and his wedding. It is elderberry and blackberry frosting on white cake.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sorry, I'm gonna be distracted for a bit. Updating Skwansy's stats for the Dome to be an Epic Greatwyrm.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Then why is it happening??!” He groans.
”Hey, hey.” She steps back a little. “I’m not gonna hurt you…”
“So how long will you be staying?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It seems equally excited, numerous eyes opening across the shadow's form that frantically look around it. "...That sounds very nice. If I find anything like that, I'll let you know so you can collect it."
"That does sound like quite the task- I wish you well in your endeavor." It says, before pausing- it has an idea. "...In fact, I might be able to help you so you can be everywhere at once." It adds, producing a dustpan and broom and sweeping up the ashes from the agent, which it places in one of the large pots the horrible 'plants' grow from.
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)
"Perhaps they have been out there by you? You simply do not remember it?" Angel shrugged slightly.
"LEAVE ME ALONE. LEAVE ME ALONE." She yells, sobbing and screaming.
"Few days, all I took off from my culinary studies so if you two are planning to be having the wedding in five to six days from now, I am not gonna be here." He said. Samaritan huffed "I thought I taught you everything I knew."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(you want to rp wendo?)
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
*cut*
”My mind’s as sharp as when I was in my hundred-thirties. I just need to find the pattern…”
She quickly backs away, but doesn’t want to desert Misha.
“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t wanna keep you from your education. How have things been going for you?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Im back, does anyone want to rp while I’m still here, I’m sorry, so very sorry for not telling when I disappear.*
*Is bac for like an hour or smth :3*
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.