*Fine and dandy! I'm working on a character and taking it slow and steady, picking up concepts that interest me deeply instead of my most recent obsessions.*
*I'm thinking of making them a chill tactician from the Flesh Forges of Hell who was created as a defective cannon fodder fiend but eventually became effectively an anti-Illrigger, not heeding the forces of Hell and instead becoming something of a powerful mastermind on earth. A boogeyman, a gentle guiding hand, and a clandestine gourmand.*
*Also, I only have 30 minutes, so I can't RP right now unfortunately.*
*Anybody here? If not I'll take some time making an intro for my new guy.*
*I have been recently summoned once again, so I'm here. How are you, and would you like to rp?*
*I am doing decently well, made myself a Bayou man, if you want to meet them. They are... Pyramid head esqe.*
*Ooh, that sounds like a fun character- I'd love to rp with them, if you want to! Good to hear you're doing alright.*
*Then here comes the intro I suppose.*
The sound of grinding metal can be heard coming from a run down shack in the forest, as well as the sound of a crackling fire and bubbling liquid.
Omori hears the metallic scraping sounds, and cautiously approaches the shack to investigate. She sticks close to the shadows, blending into the dark to avoid being immediately attacked.
They see an absolute unit of what they can assume is a man, sharpening a massive dull cleaver, rusted and speckled with blood on a stone, a bag over his head that hides all of his features except for his emerald green eyes. He’s dressed like a homeless man, silently working. An open flame crackles nearby, boiling a pot with something inside.
The little shadow continues to approach, curious about the colossal blade and the person sharpening it. "Hi!" She starts, waving to him as she looks around the shack.
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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)
*Anybody here? If not I'll take some time making an intro for my new guy.*
*I have been recently summoned once again, so I'm here. How are you, and would you like to rp?*
*I am doing decently well, made myself a Bayou man, if you want to meet them. They are... Pyramid head esqe.*
*Ooh, that sounds like a fun character- I'd love to rp with them, if you want to! Good to hear you're doing alright.*
*Then here comes the intro I suppose.*
The sound of grinding metal can be heard coming from a run down shack in the forest, as well as the sound of a crackling fire and bubbling liquid.
Omori hears the metallic scraping sounds, and cautiously approaches the shack to investigate. She sticks close to the shadows, blending into the dark to avoid being immediately attacked.
They see an absolute unit of what they can assume is a man, sharpening a massive dull cleaver, rusted and speckled with blood on a stone, a bag over his head that hides all of his features except for his emerald green eyes. He’s dressed like a homeless man, silently working. An open flame crackles nearby, boiling a pot with something inside.
The little shadow continues to approach, curious about the colossal blade and the person sharpening it. "Hi!" She starts, waving to him as she looks around the shack.
Decrepit is the only way to truly describe the place, bugs scuttling on the ground as the man looks down at them. He looks deep into their eyes, speaking with a Bayou accent for his heavy voice “You a lil lost, lil lady?” He’s looming over them.
*Fine and dandy! I'm working on a character and taking it slow and steady, picking up concepts that interest me deeply instead of my most recent obsessions.*
*I'm thinking of making them a chill tactician from the Flesh Forges of Hell who was created as a defective cannon fodder fiend but eventually became effectively an anti-Illrigger, not heeding the forces of Hell and instead becoming something of a powerful mastermind on earth. A boogeyman, a gentle guiding hand, and a clandestine gourmand.*
*Also, I only have 30 minutes, so I can't RP right now unfortunately.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*im gonna use my new guy next if that’s okay.*
Damian is doing his workout, the one he does before showering, keeping himself strong.
She licks their face again, “Stop being a flirt… I told you already…” She closes her eyes.
He walks over to spot them, though he knows they’ve probably got it.
The little shadow continues to approach, curious about the colossal blade and the person sharpening it. "Hi!" She starts, waving to him as she looks around the shack.
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)
Decrepit is the only way to truly describe the place, bugs scuttling on the ground as the man looks down at them. He looks deep into their eyes, speaking with a Bayou accent for his heavy voice “You a lil lost, lil lady?” He’s looming over them.
He looks back to them as they run laps, “Domino, what’s up? You should be lapping me?”
She sighs, “Just… I don’t wanna end up falling in love yet… I’m waiting for when I’m old… or at least… ready for it…”
“Hello, babe.” He hugs them back, raising them up to give them a passion filled kiss.
He raises an eyebrow “Is that the truth?”
“Thanks… and we just met anyway… can we give it some time to grow?” She asks, staying close.
He puts them back down after a moment, “I got my suit cleaned for the wedding.”
*Cut for Salem.*
He squints, “Why are you going easy? Something up?”
She smiles back at them when she opens her eyes, taking one of their hands, “Okay… yeah.”
“I can’t wait to marry you.” He smiles brightly.
“That’s a lie. What’s up.” He stops his run, crossing his arms.
“That occasionally kiss, yeah…” She squeezes back, shyly adding the last part.
“Do I? I did take a bit of a soak, but that likely isn’t it. I wonder what it could be.” He shrugs, “Are you hungry, dear?”
“And Antonio has officially decided to die-“ He stops himself, sighing as he realizes something “[gp]… Nevermind.”
She smooches them again, for a moment longer than last time.
“I’ll make sure it’s only a small meal, but one you enjoy nonetheless.” He leads them inside the house.
“I… I can’t kill him anyway, what kind of grandpa would kill their grandkid’s dad.” He sighs, hugging Domino “How long have you had suspicions?”
She pulls back again after a moment, closing her eyes again, “We should… go to sleep now, huh?”
He smiles, before getting to work on making them the best meal they will ever have.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, “I am going to restrain yourself, you are just like your mother, you know that?”
She stiffens, tails wrapping around them “Do uhhh… you want to… ya know?”
He waves as she walks past, the smell of whatever he’s making is almost hypnotic.
*[expodes]*
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]