*I want to make a thread based on my Nightmare stuff. That way I can steal ideas and stuff.*
*I would happily let my ideas be stolen if the thread is absolutely amazing.*
*Your characters could even be adapted into my manga if things go well.*
*I probably have time. After all, the Camp Half-Blood thread needs to calm down before a new thread could really take hold.*
*Yeah, what happened to Heckna by the way? I might want to make characters, I’ve been recently rewatching JJK, and you know, I’m just getting bigs of inspiration here and there.*
*I want to make a thread based on my Nightmare stuff. That way I can steal ideas and stuff.*
*I would happily let my ideas be stolen if the thread is absolutely amazing.*
*Your characters could even be adapted into my manga if things go well.*
*I probably have time. After all, the Camp Half-Blood thread needs to calm down before a new thread could really take hold.*
*Yeah, what happened to Heckna by the way? I might want to make characters, I’ve been recently rewatching JJK, and you know, I’m just getting bigs of inspiration here and there.*
*I dunno, I guess I just got depressed after my mom left. She got back on Saturday, but I'm still miserable for some reason.*
*I'll try seeing who's still up for it.*
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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.
*I want to make a thread based on my Nightmare stuff. That way I can steal ideas and stuff.*
*I would happily let my ideas be stolen if the thread is absolutely amazing.*
*Your characters could even be adapted into my manga if things go well.*
*I probably have time. After all, the Camp Half-Blood thread needs to calm down before a new thread could really take hold.*
*Yeah, what happened to Heckna by the way? I might want to make characters, I’ve been recently rewatching JJK, and you know, I’m just getting bigs of inspiration here and there.*
*I dunno, I guess I just got depressed after my mom left. She got back on Saturday, but I'm still miserable for some reason.*
*I'll try seeing who's still up for it.*
*It’s all good bro, if my mom left I’d be in tatters. Don’t worry about it none man, don’t stress yourself any.*
*[Throws characters at a wall and watches them stick to it]*
*Here yall go, feast now.*
Misha is outside, half in a panic and half absolutely ravenous. One of the policemen under Thorne's watch has been killed and she now drags his mangled body into the woods. Half her body sprouts black feathers that seem to have an iridescent shine or sort when the fading sun hits it at the right angle. She is nearly on the verge of tears, praying to god that the soul of this man finds heaven.
Samaritan is punching a bag that hangs from a tree, landing deadly punches that would break a normal person's bones in one hit. He looks mad and even William is giving him some distance.
Angel is sitting on the surface of the lake, meditating. His body seems to warp almost, like it isn't here but also is. His large black eyes are closed but when he opens them, it is like they hold the universe in them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*[Throws characters at a wall and watches them stick to it]*
*Here yall go, feast now.*
Misha is outside, half in a panic and half absolutely ravenous. One of the policemen under Thorne's watch has been killed and she now drags his mangled body into the woods. Half her body sprouts black feathers that seem to have an iridescent shine or sort when the fading sun hits it at the right angle. She is nearly on the verge of tears, praying to god that the soul of this man finds heaven.
Samaritan is punching a bag that hangs from a tree, landing deadly punches that would break a normal person's bones in one hit. He looks mad and even William is giving him some distance.
Eithan was mediating in the woods when he senses a familiar presence, and her familiar feeling of fear. He decides to silently check in on Misha, his silver eyes cutting through the darkness, though that is all Misha would be able to see of him.
Rag sees Samaritan in this state of rage, walking over to hold the bag for them. He’s not afraid of what Samaritan could do to him, so he holds the bag, mending it so it doesn’t shatter under every blow. He doesn’t say anything, knowing he needs his moment.
*[Throws characters at a wall and watches them stick to it]*
*Here yall go, feast now.*
Misha is outside, half in a panic and half absolutely ravenous. One of the policemen under Thorne's watch has been killed and she now drags his mangled body into the woods. Half her body sprouts black feathers that seem to have an iridescent shine or sort when the fading sun hits it at the right angle. She is nearly on the verge of tears, praying to god that the soul of this man finds heaven.
Samaritan is punching a bag that hangs from a tree, landing deadly punches that would break a normal person's bones in one hit. He looks mad and even William is giving him some distance.
Eithan was mediating in the woods when he senses a familiar presence, and her familiar feeling of fear. He decides to silently check in on Misha, his silver eyes cutting through the darkness, though that is all Misha would be able to see of him.
Rag sees Samaritan in this state of rage, walking over to hold the bag for them. He’s not afraid of what Samaritan could do to him, so he holds the bag, mending it so it doesn’t shatter under every blow. He doesn’t say anything, knowing he needs his moment.
She drags the body over to a hole, her words tumbling over each other as she prays for the body and the soul.
Smoke seems to form off of his body as he lands every single punch. His eyes are blazing, no longer gold but fiery red.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*[Throws characters at a wall and watches them stick to it]*
*Here yall go, feast now.*
Misha is outside, half in a panic and half absolutely ravenous. One of the policemen under Thorne's watch has been killed and she now drags his mangled body into the woods. Half her body sprouts black feathers that seem to have an iridescent shine or sort when the fading sun hits it at the right angle. She is nearly on the verge of tears, praying to god that the soul of this man finds heaven.
Samaritan is punching a bag that hangs from a tree, landing deadly punches that would break a normal person's bones in one hit. He looks mad and even William is giving him some distance.
Eithan was mediating in the woods when he senses a familiar presence, and her familiar feeling of fear. He decides to silently check in on Misha, his silver eyes cutting through the darkness, though that is all Misha would be able to see of him.
Rag sees Samaritan in this state of rage, walking over to hold the bag for them. He’s not afraid of what Samaritan could do to him, so he holds the bag, mending it so it doesn’t shatter under every blow. He doesn’t say anything, knowing he needs his moment.
She drags the body over to a hole, her words tumbling over each other as she prays for the body and the soul.
Smoke seems to form off of his body as he lands every single punch. His eyes are blazing, no longer gold but fiery red.
His voice cleaves through the silent, soft and quizzical “Well what do we have here, Misha?” He walks out, looking down at the body, tapping their skull softly.
He doesn’t say anything to them, but gives a questioning look to them, making sure to soften the blow on the bag and turn with each hit.
*[Throws characters at a wall and watches them stick to it]*
*Here yall go, feast now.*
Misha is outside, half in a panic and half absolutely ravenous. One of the policemen under Thorne's watch has been killed and she now drags his mangled body into the woods. Half her body sprouts black feathers that seem to have an iridescent shine or sort when the fading sun hits it at the right angle. She is nearly on the verge of tears, praying to god that the soul of this man finds heaven.
Samaritan is punching a bag that hangs from a tree, landing deadly punches that would break a normal person's bones in one hit. He looks mad and even William is giving him some distance.
Eithan was mediating in the woods when he senses a familiar presence, and her familiar feeling of fear. He decides to silently check in on Misha, his silver eyes cutting through the darkness, though that is all Misha would be able to see of him.
Rag sees Samaritan in this state of rage, walking over to hold the bag for them. He’s not afraid of what Samaritan could do to him, so he holds the bag, mending it so it doesn’t shatter under every blow. He doesn’t say anything, knowing he needs his moment.
She drags the body over to a hole, her words tumbling over each other as she prays for the body and the soul.
Smoke seems to form off of his body as he lands every single punch. His eyes are blazing, no longer gold but fiery red.
His voice cleaves through the silent, soft and quizzical “Well what do we have here, Misha?” He walks out, looking down at the body, tapping their skull softly.
He doesn’t say anything to them, but gives a questioning look to them, making sure to soften the blow on the bag and turn with each hit.
She jumps, her feathers fluffing. "E-Eithan." she sobs, nervously twitching.
After a moment, he pulls away, grabbing some bandages and wrapping his hands.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*[Throws characters at a wall and watches them stick to it]*
*Here yall go, feast now.*
Misha is outside, half in a panic and half absolutely ravenous. One of the policemen under Thorne's watch has been killed and she now drags his mangled body into the woods. Half her body sprouts black feathers that seem to have an iridescent shine or sort when the fading sun hits it at the right angle. She is nearly on the verge of tears, praying to god that the soul of this man finds heaven.
Samaritan is punching a bag that hangs from a tree, landing deadly punches that would break a normal person's bones in one hit. He looks mad and even William is giving him some distance.
Eithan was mediating in the woods when he senses a familiar presence, and her familiar feeling of fear. He decides to silently check in on Misha, his silver eyes cutting through the darkness, though that is all Misha would be able to see of him.
Rag sees Samaritan in this state of rage, walking over to hold the bag for them. He’s not afraid of what Samaritan could do to him, so he holds the bag, mending it so it doesn’t shatter under every blow. He doesn’t say anything, knowing he needs his moment.
She drags the body over to a hole, her words tumbling over each other as she prays for the body and the soul.
Smoke seems to form off of his body as he lands every single punch. His eyes are blazing, no longer gold but fiery red.
His voice cleaves through the silent, soft and quizzical “Well what do we have here, Misha?” He walks out, looking down at the body, tapping their skull softly.
He doesn’t say anything to them, but gives a questioning look to them, making sure to soften the blow on the bag and turn with each hit.
She jumps, her feathers fluffing. "E-Eithan." she sobs, nervously twitching.
After a moment, he pulls away, grabbing some bandages and wrapping his hands.
He looks up to them, his eyes turning an empty black, “Take your time explaining, I recommend you sit down and take deep breaths.” He analyzes the body coldly.
Rag takes the bandages from them, “Samaritan, what’s up?” He begins wrapping his own hands.
Everyone hears Skwancy singing on the roof of the tavern in human form. He's bleeding quite significantly from his face and side, but he sits on the roof with his broken leg, playing a violin. The last anyone remembers, he was chasing down some 'bad guys' who stole an elderly woman's wedding ring.
"I lay broken on the kitchen floor. I clawed at the laminate. Pain wandered my body, an uninvited guest, Bones of a home where the devil could rest. I cursed the gods, cursed my messiah, Cursed my maker, I cursed all of creation! There I lay, feeble and thin. (Sick boi, sick boi, sever my sins...)"
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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.
Everyone hears Skwancy singing on the roof of the tavern in human form. He's bleeding quite significantly from his face and side, but he sits on the roof with his broken leg, playing a violin. The last anyone remembers, he was chasing down some 'bad guys' who stole an elderly woman's wedding ring.
"I lay broken on the kitchen floor. I clawed at the laminate. Pain wandered my body, an uninvited guest, Bones of a home where the devil could rest. I cursed the gods, cursed my messiah, Cursed my maker, I cursed all of creation! There I lay, feeble and thin. (Sick boi, sick boi, sever my sins...)"
Rag hears the singing and comes into the tavern, finding Skwancy harmed there. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, the temperature simply begins rising in the room as Rag’s gaze analyzes all of their wounds. He sits down next to them, a bit of the ground cracking under his weight. Hes completely silent.
*[Throws characters at a wall and watches them stick to it]*
*Here yall go, feast now.*
Misha is outside, half in a panic and half absolutely ravenous. One of the policemen under Thorne's watch has been killed and she now drags his mangled body into the woods. Half her body sprouts black feathers that seem to have an iridescent shine or sort when the fading sun hits it at the right angle. She is nearly on the verge of tears, praying to god that the soul of this man finds heaven.
Samaritan is punching a bag that hangs from a tree, landing deadly punches that would break a normal person's bones in one hit. He looks mad and even William is giving him some distance.
Eithan was mediating in the woods when he senses a familiar presence, and her familiar feeling of fear. He decides to silently check in on Misha, his silver eyes cutting through the darkness, though that is all Misha would be able to see of him.
Rag sees Samaritan in this state of rage, walking over to hold the bag for them. He’s not afraid of what Samaritan could do to him, so he holds the bag, mending it so it doesn’t shatter under every blow. He doesn’t say anything, knowing he needs his moment.
She drags the body over to a hole, her words tumbling over each other as she prays for the body and the soul.
Smoke seems to form off of his body as he lands every single punch. His eyes are blazing, no longer gold but fiery red.
His voice cleaves through the silent, soft and quizzical “Well what do we have here, Misha?” He walks out, looking down at the body, tapping their skull softly.
He doesn’t say anything to them, but gives a questioning look to them, making sure to soften the blow on the bag and turn with each hit.
She jumps, her feathers fluffing. "E-Eithan." she sobs, nervously twitching.
After a moment, he pulls away, grabbing some bandages and wrapping his hands.
He looks up to them, his eyes turning an empty black, “Take your time explaining, I recommend you sit down and take deep breaths.” He analyzes the body coldly.
Rag takes the bandages from them, “Samaritan, what’s up?” He begins wrapping his own hands.
"H-He was searching around the butcher's shop. Said he had a warrant to look around. I let him in but he went to the back of the room and found your hand. He must've connected two and two and I panicked and killed him" she weeps.
"Stress. Not a big fan of it." He grumbles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Rag hears the singing and comes into the tavern, finding Skwancy harmed there. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, the temperature simply begins rising in the room as Rag’s gaze analyzes all of their wounds. He sits down next to them, a bit of the ground cracking under his weight. Hes completely silent.
He sighs and looks up at the larger dragon with his big yellow eyes as he lowers his instrument. Blood runs over his left one. His sunglasses are missing one and a half lenses. "I'm sorry. I thought I could do it." He swallows hard, looking away as if expecting a physical or verbal blow.
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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.
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*Can I get Sersha and Ambrosia?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Of course you may.*
Ambrosia has eaten a man whole, and is currently dissolving what remains, her bug like mouth dripping some kind of acid onto the evidence.
Sersha is sharpening her sister, or at least what remains of her as her spear, thinking about when they used to be a family.
Riotan wanders up behind her. “You’re really wasting all of that?”
Mala lands behind you, holding something behind her back. “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.
She looks over to them, the mandibles in her mouth folding back “All the blood is gone, and I have no need for what’s left, you may have it.”
She looks up to them, pulling down her bandana and smiling at them, “Hi, my love.”
*I want to make a thread based on my Nightmare stuff. That way I can steal ideas and stuff.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I would happily let my ideas be stolen if the thread is absolutely amazing.*
*Your characters could even be adapted into my manga if things go well.*
*I probably have time. After all, the Camp Half-Blood thread needs to calm down before a new thread could really take hold.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yeah, what happened to Heckna by the way? I might want to make characters, I’ve been recently rewatching JJK, and you know, I’m just getting bigs of inspiration here and there.*
*I dunno, I guess I just got depressed after my mom left. She got back on Saturday, but I'm still miserable for some reason.*
*I'll try seeing who's still up for it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*It’s all good bro, if my mom left I’d be in tatters. Don’t worry about it none man, don’t stress yourself any.*
*[Throws characters at a wall and watches them stick to it]*
*Here yall go, feast now.*
Misha is outside, half in a panic and half absolutely ravenous. One of the policemen under Thorne's watch has been killed and she now drags his mangled body into the woods. Half her body sprouts black feathers that seem to have an iridescent shine or sort when the fading sun hits it at the right angle. She is nearly on the verge of tears, praying to god that the soul of this man finds heaven.
Samaritan is punching a bag that hangs from a tree, landing deadly punches that would break a normal person's bones in one hit. He looks mad and even William is giving him some distance.
Angel is sitting on the surface of the lake, meditating. His body seems to warp almost, like it isn't here but also is. His large black eyes are closed but when he opens them, it is like they hold the universe in them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Eithan was mediating in the woods when he senses a familiar presence, and her familiar feeling of fear. He decides to silently check in on Misha, his silver eyes cutting through the darkness, though that is all Misha would be able to see of him.
Rag sees Samaritan in this state of rage, walking over to hold the bag for them. He’s not afraid of what Samaritan could do to him, so he holds the bag, mending it so it doesn’t shatter under every blow. He doesn’t say anything, knowing he needs his moment.
She drags the body over to a hole, her words tumbling over each other as she prays for the body and the soul.
Smoke seems to form off of his body as he lands every single punch. His eyes are blazing, no longer gold but fiery red.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
His voice cleaves through the silent, soft and quizzical “Well what do we have here, Misha?” He walks out, looking down at the body, tapping their skull softly.
He doesn’t say anything to them, but gives a questioning look to them, making sure to soften the blow on the bag and turn with each hit.
She jumps, her feathers fluffing. "E-Eithan." she sobs, nervously twitching.
After a moment, he pulls away, grabbing some bandages and wrapping his hands.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He looks up to them, his eyes turning an empty black, “Take your time explaining, I recommend you sit down and take deep breaths.” He analyzes the body coldly.
Rag takes the bandages from them, “Samaritan, what’s up?” He begins wrapping his own hands.
"I lay broken on the kitchen floor.
I clawed at the laminate.
Pain wandered my body, an uninvited guest,
Bones of a home where the devil could rest.
I cursed the gods, cursed my messiah,
Cursed my maker, I cursed all of creation!
There I lay, feeble and thin.
(Sick boi, sick boi, sever my sins...)"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Rag hears the singing and comes into the tavern, finding Skwancy harmed there. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, the temperature simply begins rising in the room as Rag’s gaze analyzes all of their wounds. He sits down next to them, a bit of the ground cracking under his weight. Hes completely silent.
"H-He was searching around the butcher's shop. Said he had a warrant to look around. I let him in but he went to the back of the room and found your hand. He must've connected two and two and I panicked and killed him" she weeps.
"Stress. Not a big fan of it." He grumbles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He sighs and looks up at the larger dragon with his big yellow eyes as he lowers his instrument. Blood runs over his left one. His sunglasses are missing one and a half lenses. "I'm sorry. I thought I could do it." He swallows hard, looking away as if expecting a physical or verbal blow.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.