Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
X watches them from a roof, tracking them.
The repo-devil is leaning on their scythe, grinning as they watch the human male meander about.
X slowly climbs down from the roof and appears behind them.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
Bluebell stalks the stalker, taking different forms to avoid detection, one minute a cat, the next a plant, the next a distant passerby, practically a ghost as they change what they are.
The repo-devil is leaning on their scythe, grinning as they watch the human male meander about.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
They see Gravedigger observing a little ways away
The repo-devil is leaning on their scythe, grinning as they watch the human male meander about.
Gravedigger slowly starts to make his way over, trying to gauge what they are doing
After a moment, there is the sounds of someone screaming and then the bloody whack of a head being chopped off.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
Bluebell stalks the stalker, taking different forms to avoid detection, one minute a cat, the next a plant, the next a distant passerby, practically a ghost as they change what they are.
The repo-devil is leaning on their scythe, grinning as they watch the human male meander about.
A snake slithers up behind them, before flesh begins to unfold with wet sounds, before becoming Bluebell again, standing behind them, watching with silent, dead eyes.
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
X watches them from a roof, tracking them.
The repo-devil is leaning on their scythe, grinning as they watch the human male meander about.
X slowly climbs down from the roof and appears behind them.
They laugh happily as their neck snaps around, "Hello there! Do you mind? I am trying to work!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
They see Gravedigger observing a little ways away
The repo-devil is leaning on their scythe, grinning as they watch the human male meander about.
Gravedigger slowly starts to make his way over, trying to gauge what they are doing
After a moment, there is the sounds of someone screaming and then the bloody whack of a head being chopped off.
He lets out a sigh and goes over to the body
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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
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
Bluebell stalks the stalker, taking different forms to avoid detection, one minute a cat, the next a plant, the next a distant passerby, practically a ghost as they change what they are.
The repo-devil is leaning on their scythe, grinning as they watch the human male meander about.
A snake slithers up behind them, before flesh begins to unfold with wet sounds, before becoming Bluebell again, standing behind them, watching with silent, dead eyes.
They laugh happily and snaps their head around "Hello there! Do you mind? I am trying to work!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
They see Gravedigger observing a little ways away
The repo-devil is leaning on their scythe, grinning as they watch the human male meander about.
Gravedigger slowly starts to make his way over, trying to gauge what they are doing
After a moment, there is the sounds of someone screaming and then the bloody whack of a head being chopped off.
He lets out a sigh and goes over to the body
"AH AH AH!" A clawed hand grabs their shoulder and pushes them away from the body "This is mine!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
Bluebell stalks the stalker, taking different forms to avoid detection, one minute a cat, the next a plant, the next a distant passerby, practically a ghost as they change what they are.
The repo-devil is leaning on their scythe, grinning as they watch the human male meander about.
A snake slithers up behind them, before flesh begins to unfold with wet sounds, before becoming Bluebell again, standing behind them, watching with silent, dead eyes.
They laugh happily and snaps their head around "Hello there! Do you mind? I am trying to work!"
They nod, smiling with their unnatural teeth, though still looking closer to human, stepping back, “Sorry, just practicing, do you think I can be mistaken for human?”
*Goooooood morning, my lovely creatures! It's been a while since I've been back at Lord's Rest- let's change that.*
Omori has been alternating between furthering her magical knowledge and attempting to decipher the symbols from her cursed ramblings for the last few days. She's made some decent progress on the spell-casting front, but there's been no luck with the odd sigils.
The Architect has mostly been helping her beloved take care of their little nightmare child, and is currently working on finding an application for the blight flower serum Stroth gave her way back when. A half-empty glass of the alchemically-purified Old Blood sits on the table beside her, and the child (which still needs a name) is coiled around her arm, watching her work.
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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)
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
Bluebell stalks the stalker, taking different forms to avoid detection, one minute a cat, the next a plant, the next a distant passerby, practically a ghost as they change what they are.
The repo-devil is leaning on their scythe, grinning as they watch the human male meander about.
A snake slithers up behind them, before flesh begins to unfold with wet sounds, before becoming Bluebell again, standing behind them, watching with silent, dead eyes.
They laugh happily and snaps their head around "Hello there! Do you mind? I am trying to work!"
They nod, smiling with their unnatural teeth, though still looking closer to human, stepping back, “Sorry, just practicing, do you think I can be mistaken for human?”
"Well, seeing as in the last few minutes you have jumped around from animal to plant life, not really." He laughs.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
They see Gravedigger observing a little ways away
The repo-devil is leaning on their scythe, grinning as they watch the human male meander about.
Gravedigger slowly starts to make his way over, trying to gauge what they are doing
After a moment, there is the sounds of someone screaming and then the bloody whack of a head being chopped off.
He lets out a sigh and goes over to the body
"AH AH AH!" A clawed hand grabs their shoulder and pushes them away from the body "This is mine!"
"and I have a job to do. what do you want with the body?"
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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
Zazabell is outside, dressed in a red leather jacket that nearly sweeps the ground that is paired with a pair of black dress pant, a black dress shirt, and a red vest. They are stalking a target of theirs, humming happily as they do.
They see Gravedigger observing a little ways away
The repo-devil is leaning on their scythe, grinning as they watch the human male meander about.
Gravedigger slowly starts to make his way over, trying to gauge what they are doing
After a moment, there is the sounds of someone screaming and then the bloody whack of a head being chopped off.
He lets out a sigh and goes over to the body
"AH AH AH!" A clawed hand grabs their shoulder and pushes them away from the body "This is mine!"
"and I have a job to do. what do you want with the body?"
"For my boss of course." he chuckles and picks up the head and body, giggling as he flings it around like a puppet.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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She leans against their hand, laughing happily, “Want to train with me today?”
“And you couldn’t handle it.” She helps them back up.
X slowly climbs down from the roof and appears behind them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The repo-devil is leaning on their scythe, grinning as they watch the human male meander about.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sick how? I may be able to help. Got any specific symptoms?*
*DDB just broke for me*
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.
After a moment, there is the sounds of someone screaming and then the bloody whack of a head being chopped off.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Sure, why not."
"It aint fair." he grumbles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A snake slithers up behind them, before flesh begins to unfold with wet sounds, before becoming Bluebell again, standing behind them, watching with silent, dead eyes.
They laugh happily as their neck snaps around, "Hello there! Do you mind? I am trying to work!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He lets out a sigh and goes over to the body
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
They laugh happily and snaps their head around "Hello there! Do you mind? I am trying to work!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Cut for Theren.*
She hops from the roof, sticking the landing perfectly fine.
“Would you rather your wife fight fair and lose or fight dirty and win?” She kisses their cheek again.
"AH AH AH!" A clawed hand grabs their shoulder and pushes them away from the body "This is mine!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They nod, smiling with their unnatural teeth, though still looking closer to human, stepping back, “Sorry, just practicing, do you think I can be mistaken for human?”
He lands right after her. "Alright. Whaddya wanna start with."
"Ughhhh finneee."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Goooooood morning, my lovely creatures! It's been a while since I've been back at Lord's Rest- let's change that.*
Omori has been alternating between furthering her magical knowledge and attempting to decipher the symbols from her cursed ramblings for the last few days. She's made some decent progress on the spell-casting front, but there's been no luck with the odd sigils.
The Architect has mostly been helping her beloved take care of their little nightmare child, and is currently working on finding an application for the blight flower serum Stroth gave her way back when. A half-empty glass of the alchemically-purified Old Blood sits on the table beside her, and the child (which still needs a name) is coiled around her arm, watching her work.
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)
"Well, seeing as in the last few minutes you have jumped around from animal to plant life, not really." He laughs.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"and I have a job to do. what do you want with the body?"
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
“Anything is good, I haven’t trained with you in a long time.” She takes out her sword.
“Now, how can I help with Festus’s new wings?”
"For my boss of course." he chuckles and picks up the head and body, giggling as he flings it around like a puppet.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]