*choose one of your characters, I have a new one.*
A young man walks by. He has tidy brown hair and greenish blue eyes, his aura isn’t magical but rather technological.
Another young looking man enters the inn. His hair is black, and his eyes are two different colors, one amber, the other the color of the sky during the day. He grins cockily as he strides into the inn. He sits down at one of the tables, and orders a drink.
“Hello.” He spots the young man.
“Oh! Hello there.” He smiles, looking surprised. “You have an… interesting… I can’t place the word.”
“What? I have an interesting what?”
“I don’t know!” He grins.
“Aura? Most people Ive met made a comment on my nonmagical aura.” He walks over to him.
“Plenty of people have nonmagical auras. Yours is more… technological.”
“That’s because of this.” His hand shifts into a dark blue small hand cannon.
“Cannons! I love cannons!” He claps excitedly. “Are we going to use it? Are we going to blow something up?”
“It’s not a normal cannon.” He moves a blast up to the top without shooting it. “It’s a plasma cannon.”
“Well, shoot it already. I want to see how it works.”
He smirks. The cannon fires a powerful blast. “Cool right?” His hand shifts back to normal.
“Very!” The man inspects the damage.
“That isn’t all I can do.” He steps outside and a silver and blue suit forms over him.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*choose one of your characters, I have a new one.*
A young man walks by. He has tidy brown hair and greenish blue eyes, his aura isn’t magical but rather technological.
Another young looking man enters the inn. His hair is black, and his eyes are two different colors, one amber, the other the color of the sky during the day. He grins cockily as he strides into the inn. He sits down at one of the tables, and orders a drink.
“Hello.” He spots the young man.
“Oh! Hello there.” He smiles, looking surprised. “You have an… interesting… I can’t place the word.”
“What? I have an interesting what?”
“I don’t know!” He grins.
“Aura? Most people Ive met made a comment on my nonmagical aura.” He walks over to him.
“Plenty of people have nonmagical auras. Yours is more… technological.”
“That’s because of this.” His hand shifts into a dark blue small hand cannon.
“Cannons! I love cannons!” He claps excitedly. “Are we going to use it? Are we going to blow something up?”
“It’s not a normal cannon.” He moves a blast up to the top without shooting it. “It’s a plasma cannon.”
“Well, shoot it already. I want to see how it works.”
He smirks. The cannon fires a powerful blast. “Cool right?” His hand shifts back to normal.
“Very!” The man inspects the damage.
“That isn’t all I can do.” He steps outside and a silver and blue suit forms over him.
“Where you from?”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*choose one of your characters, I have a new one.*
A young man walks by. He has tidy brown hair and greenish blue eyes, his aura isn’t magical but rather technological.
Another young looking man enters the inn. His hair is black, and his eyes are two different colors, one amber, the other the color of the sky during the day. He grins cockily as he strides into the inn. He sits down at one of the tables, and orders a drink.
“Hello.” He spots the young man.
“Oh! Hello there.” He smiles, looking surprised. “You have an… interesting… I can’t place the word.”
“What? I have an interesting what?”
“I don’t know!” He grins.
“Aura? Most people Ive met made a comment on my nonmagical aura.” He walks over to him.
“Plenty of people have nonmagical auras. Yours is more… technological.”
“That’s because of this.” His hand shifts into a dark blue small hand cannon.
“Cannons! I love cannons!” He claps excitedly. “Are we going to use it? Are we going to blow something up?”
“It’s not a normal cannon.” He moves a blast up to the top without shooting it. “It’s a plasma cannon.”
“Well, shoot it already. I want to see how it works.”
He smirks. The cannon fires a powerful blast. “Cool right?” His hand shifts back to normal.
“Very!” The man inspects the damage.
“That isn’t all I can do.” He steps outside and a silver and blue suit forms over him.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*choose one of your characters, I have a new one.*
A young man walks by. He has tidy brown hair and greenish blue eyes, his aura isn’t magical but rather technological.
Another young looking man enters the inn. His hair is black, and his eyes are two different colors, one amber, the other the color of the sky during the day. He grins cockily as he strides into the inn. He sits down at one of the tables, and orders a drink.
“Hello.” He spots the young man.
“Oh! Hello there.” He smiles, looking surprised. “You have an… interesting… I can’t place the word.”
“What? I have an interesting what?”
“I don’t know!” He grins.
“Aura? Most people Ive met made a comment on my nonmagical aura.” He walks over to him.
“Plenty of people have nonmagical auras. Yours is more… technological.”
“That’s because of this.” His hand shifts into a dark blue small hand cannon.
“Cannons! I love cannons!” He claps excitedly. “Are we going to use it? Are we going to blow something up?”
“It’s not a normal cannon.” He moves a blast up to the top without shooting it. “It’s a plasma cannon.”
“Well, shoot it already. I want to see how it works.”
He smirks. The cannon fires a powerful blast. “Cool right?” His hand shifts back to normal.
“Very!” The man inspects the damage.
“That isn’t all I can do.” He steps outside and a silver and blue suit forms over him.
“Where you from?”
“A remote laboratory.”
“Oooooooh, laboratories.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*choose one of your characters, I have a new one.*
A young man walks by. He has tidy brown hair and greenish blue eyes, his aura isn’t magical but rather technological.
Another young looking man enters the inn. His hair is black, and his eyes are two different colors, one amber, the other the color of the sky during the day. He grins cockily as he strides into the inn. He sits down at one of the tables, and orders a drink.
“Hello.” He spots the young man.
“Oh! Hello there.” He smiles, looking surprised. “You have an… interesting… I can’t place the word.”
“What? I have an interesting what?”
“I don’t know!” He grins.
“Aura? Most people Ive met made a comment on my nonmagical aura.” He walks over to him.
“Plenty of people have nonmagical auras. Yours is more… technological.”
“That’s because of this.” His hand shifts into a dark blue small hand cannon.
“Cannons! I love cannons!” He claps excitedly. “Are we going to use it? Are we going to blow something up?”
“It’s not a normal cannon.” He moves a blast up to the top without shooting it. “It’s a plasma cannon.”
“Well, shoot it already. I want to see how it works.”
He smirks. The cannon fires a powerful blast. “Cool right?” His hand shifts back to normal.
“Very!” The man inspects the damage.
“That isn’t all I can do.” He steps outside and a silver and blue suit forms over him.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*choose one of your characters, I have a new one.*
A young man walks by. He has tidy brown hair and greenish blue eyes, his aura isn’t magical but rather technological.
Another young looking man enters the inn. His hair is black, and his eyes are two different colors, one amber, the other the color of the sky during the day. He grins cockily as he strides into the inn. He sits down at one of the tables, and orders a drink.
“Hello.” He spots the young man.
“Oh! Hello there.” He smiles, looking surprised. “You have an… interesting… I can’t place the word.”
“What? I have an interesting what?”
“I don’t know!” He grins.
“Aura? Most people Ive met made a comment on my nonmagical aura.” He walks over to him.
“Plenty of people have nonmagical auras. Yours is more… technological.”
“That’s because of this.” His hand shifts into a dark blue small hand cannon.
“Cannons! I love cannons!” He claps excitedly. “Are we going to use it? Are we going to blow something up?”
“It’s not a normal cannon.” He moves a blast up to the top without shooting it. “It’s a plasma cannon.”
“Well, shoot it already. I want to see how it works.”
He smirks. The cannon fires a powerful blast. “Cool right?” His hand shifts back to normal.
“Very!” The man inspects the damage.
“That isn’t all I can do.” He steps outside and a silver and blue suit forms over him.
“Where you from?”
“A remote laboratory.”
“Oooooooh, laboratories.”
“I was the experiment.”
“Cool!” He looks excited, and rather oblivious.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*choose one of your characters, I have a new one.*
A young man walks by. He has tidy brown hair and greenish blue eyes, his aura isn’t magical but rather technological.
Another young looking man enters the inn. His hair is black, and his eyes are two different colors, one amber, the other the color of the sky during the day. He grins cockily as he strides into the inn. He sits down at one of the tables, and orders a drink.
“Hello.” He spots the young man.
“Oh! Hello there.” He smiles, looking surprised. “You have an… interesting… I can’t place the word.”
“What? I have an interesting what?”
“I don’t know!” He grins.
“Aura? Most people Ive met made a comment on my nonmagical aura.” He walks over to him.
“Plenty of people have nonmagical auras. Yours is more… technological.”
“That’s because of this.” His hand shifts into a dark blue small hand cannon.
“Cannons! I love cannons!” He claps excitedly. “Are we going to use it? Are we going to blow something up?”
“It’s not a normal cannon.” He moves a blast up to the top without shooting it. “It’s a plasma cannon.”
“Well, shoot it already. I want to see how it works.”
He smirks. The cannon fires a powerful blast. “Cool right?” His hand shifts back to normal.
“Very!” The man inspects the damage.
“That isn’t all I can do.” He steps outside and a silver and blue suit forms over him.
“Where you from?”
“A remote laboratory.”
“Oooooooh, laboratories.”
“I was the experiment.”
“Cool!” He looks excited, and rather oblivious.
He sighs. “I was one of the first nanotechnology experiments.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
At the darkest hour of night, a presence arrives in the graveyard on the edge of town. There was a funeral today, a funeral for a young woman who had tragically died in an accident, run over by a carriage and trampled to death. Her grave is marked by upturned soil and increased bug activity around the area, who had previously caught the scent of rotting flesh.
emerging from the ground nearby, first by a gloved hand, and then pulling the rest of her body out, is the short, shadowed form of Edith Perte. She wipes the dirt off of her poofy gray dress and leaps upon a nearby tombstone, looking in the direction of the fresh grave. Hunched over, perched on the tombstone, she begins to cough and gag, as she coughs up a long silvery wand, painted with black and gold flourishes and tipped with a little five-pointed star. She begins chanting lowly as she waves the wand in the air. ”Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo… Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo…”
the soil of the freshly dug grave begins to churn.
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
At the darkest hour of night, a presence arrives in the graveyard on the edge of town. There was a funeral today, a funeral for a young woman who had tragically died in an accident, run over by a carriage and trampled to death. Her grave is marked by upturned soil and increased bug activity around the area, who had previously caught the scent of rotting flesh.
emerging from the ground nearby, first by a gloved hand, and then pulling the rest of her body out, is the short, shadowed form of Edith Perte. She wipes the dirt off of her poofy gray dress and leaps upon a nearby tombstone, looking in the direction of the fresh grave. Hunched over, perched on the tombstone, she begins to cough and gag, as she coughs up a long silvery wand, painted with black and gold flourishes and tipped with a little five-pointed star. She begins chanting lowly as she waves the wand in the air. ”Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo… Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo…”
the soil of the freshly dug grave begins to churn.
A young man is sitting near the cemetery. He watches curiously as the grave begins to churn. (Same guy that I rped with Circle.)
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
At the darkest hour of night, a presence arrives in the graveyard on the edge of town. There was a funeral today, a funeral for a young woman who had tragically died in an accident, run over by a carriage and trampled to death. Her grave is marked by upturned soil and increased bug activity around the area, who had previously caught the scent of rotting flesh.
emerging from the ground nearby, first by a gloved hand, and then pulling the rest of her body out, is the short, shadowed form of Edith Perte. She wipes the dirt off of her poofy gray dress and leaps upon a nearby tombstone, looking in the direction of the fresh grave. Hunched over, perched on the tombstone, she begins to cough and gag, as she coughs up a long silvery wand, painted with black and gold flourishes and tipped with a little five-pointed star. She begins chanting lowly as she waves the wand in the air. ”Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo… Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo…”
the soil of the freshly dug grave begins to churn.
A young man is sitting near the cemetery. He watches curiously as the grave begins to churn. (Same guy that I rped with Circle.)
The soil churns and even begins to bubble somewhat, as if it were boiling water. Chunks of earth begin to float into the air and fling itself to the side- she’s magically digging up a fresh grave.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
At the darkest hour of night, a presence arrives in the graveyard on the edge of town. There was a funeral today, a funeral for a young woman who had tragically died in an accident, run over by a carriage and trampled to death. Her grave is marked by upturned soil and increased bug activity around the area, who had previously caught the scent of rotting flesh.
emerging from the ground nearby, first by a gloved hand, and then pulling the rest of her body out, is the short, shadowed form of Edith Perte. She wipes the dirt off of her poofy gray dress and leaps upon a nearby tombstone, looking in the direction of the fresh grave. Hunched over, perched on the tombstone, she begins to cough and gag, as she coughs up a long silvery wand, painted with black and gold flourishes and tipped with a little five-pointed star. She begins chanting lowly as she waves the wand in the air. ”Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo… Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo…”
the soil of the freshly dug grave begins to churn.
A young man is sitting near the cemetery. He watches curiously as the grave begins to churn. (Same guy that I rped with Circle.)
The soil churns and even begins to bubble somewhat, as if it were boiling water. Chunks of earth begin to float into the air and fling itself to the side- she’s magically digging up a fresh grave.
He keeps watching, waving to her. “Hey! I don’t think people are allowed to loot graves.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
At the darkest hour of night, a presence arrives in the graveyard on the edge of town. There was a funeral today, a funeral for a young woman who had tragically died in an accident, run over by a carriage and trampled to death. Her grave is marked by upturned soil and increased bug activity around the area, who had previously caught the scent of rotting flesh.
emerging from the ground nearby, first by a gloved hand, and then pulling the rest of her body out, is the short, shadowed form of Edith Perte. She wipes the dirt off of her poofy gray dress and leaps upon a nearby tombstone, looking in the direction of the fresh grave. Hunched over, perched on the tombstone, she begins to cough and gag, as she coughs up a long silvery wand, painted with black and gold flourishes and tipped with a little five-pointed star. She begins chanting lowly as she waves the wand in the air. ”Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo… Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo…”
the soil of the freshly dug grave begins to churn.
A young man is sitting near the cemetery. He watches curiously as the grave begins to churn. (Same guy that I rped with Circle.)
The soil churns and even begins to bubble somewhat, as if it were boiling water. Chunks of earth begin to float into the air and fling itself to the side- she’s magically digging up a fresh grave.
He keeps watching, waving to her. “Hey! I don’t think people are allowed to loot graves.”
She looks to him, glaring. With a flick of her wand, a dozen motes of golden light swirl around him, and a force, ungodly strong, tries to pull him upwards. Make a DC 21 constitution saving throw.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
At the darkest hour of night, a presence arrives in the graveyard on the edge of town. There was a funeral today, a funeral for a young woman who had tragically died in an accident, run over by a carriage and trampled to death. Her grave is marked by upturned soil and increased bug activity around the area, who had previously caught the scent of rotting flesh.
emerging from the ground nearby, first by a gloved hand, and then pulling the rest of her body out, is the short, shadowed form of Edith Perte. She wipes the dirt off of her poofy gray dress and leaps upon a nearby tombstone, looking in the direction of the fresh grave. Hunched over, perched on the tombstone, she begins to cough and gag, as she coughs up a long silvery wand, painted with black and gold flourishes and tipped with a little five-pointed star. She begins chanting lowly as she waves the wand in the air. ”Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo… Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo…”
the soil of the freshly dug grave begins to churn.
A young man is sitting near the cemetery. He watches curiously as the grave begins to churn. (Same guy that I rped with Circle.)
The soil churns and even begins to bubble somewhat, as if it were boiling water. Chunks of earth begin to float into the air and fling itself to the side- she’s magically digging up a fresh grave.
He keeps watching, waving to her. “Hey! I don’t think people are allowed to loot graves.”
She looks to him, glaring. With a flick of her wand, a dozen motes of golden light swirl around him, and a force, ungodly strong, tries to pull him upwards. Make a DC 21 constitution saving throw.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
At the darkest hour of night, a presence arrives in the graveyard on the edge of town. There was a funeral today, a funeral for a young woman who had tragically died in an accident, run over by a carriage and trampled to death. Her grave is marked by upturned soil and increased bug activity around the area, who had previously caught the scent of rotting flesh.
emerging from the ground nearby, first by a gloved hand, and then pulling the rest of her body out, is the short, shadowed form of Edith Perte. She wipes the dirt off of her poofy gray dress and leaps upon a nearby tombstone, looking in the direction of the fresh grave. Hunched over, perched on the tombstone, she begins to cough and gag, as she coughs up a long silvery wand, painted with black and gold flourishes and tipped with a little five-pointed star. She begins chanting lowly as she waves the wand in the air. ”Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo… Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo…”
the soil of the freshly dug grave begins to churn.
A young man is sitting near the cemetery. He watches curiously as the grave begins to churn. (Same guy that I rped with Circle.)
The soil churns and even begins to bubble somewhat, as if it were boiling water. Chunks of earth begin to float into the air and fling itself to the side- she’s magically digging up a fresh grave.
He keeps watching, waving to her. “Hey! I don’t think people are allowed to loot graves.”
She looks to him, glaring. With a flick of her wand, a dozen motes of golden light swirl around him, and a force, ungodly strong, tries to pull him upwards. Make a DC 21 constitution saving throw.
9
He’s shunted 20 ft. Upwards, as per the Levitate spell, and floats there, temporarily defying gravity.
”no interruptions, please. I need to focus.”
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
At the darkest hour of night, a presence arrives in the graveyard on the edge of town. There was a funeral today, a funeral for a young woman who had tragically died in an accident, run over by a carriage and trampled to death. Her grave is marked by upturned soil and increased bug activity around the area, who had previously caught the scent of rotting flesh.
emerging from the ground nearby, first by a gloved hand, and then pulling the rest of her body out, is the short, shadowed form of Edith Perte. She wipes the dirt off of her poofy gray dress and leaps upon a nearby tombstone, looking in the direction of the fresh grave. Hunched over, perched on the tombstone, she begins to cough and gag, as she coughs up a long silvery wand, painted with black and gold flourishes and tipped with a little five-pointed star. She begins chanting lowly as she waves the wand in the air. ”Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo… Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo…”
the soil of the freshly dug grave begins to churn.
A young man is sitting near the cemetery. He watches curiously as the grave begins to churn. (Same guy that I rped with Circle.)
The soil churns and even begins to bubble somewhat, as if it were boiling water. Chunks of earth begin to float into the air and fling itself to the side- she’s magically digging up a fresh grave.
He keeps watching, waving to her. “Hey! I don’t think people are allowed to loot graves.”
She looks to him, glaring. With a flick of her wand, a dozen motes of golden light swirl around him, and a force, ungodly strong, tries to pull him upwards. Make a DC 21 constitution saving throw.
9
He’s shunted 20 ft. Upwards, as per the Levitate spell, and floats there, temporarily defying gravity.
”no interruptions, please. I need to focus.”
“Hey! Put me down!”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
At the darkest hour of night, a presence arrives in the graveyard on the edge of town. There was a funeral today, a funeral for a young woman who had tragically died in an accident, run over by a carriage and trampled to death. Her grave is marked by upturned soil and increased bug activity around the area, who had previously caught the scent of rotting flesh.
emerging from the ground nearby, first by a gloved hand, and then pulling the rest of her body out, is the short, shadowed form of Edith Perte. She wipes the dirt off of her poofy gray dress and leaps upon a nearby tombstone, looking in the direction of the fresh grave. Hunched over, perched on the tombstone, she begins to cough and gag, as she coughs up a long silvery wand, painted with black and gold flourishes and tipped with a little five-pointed star. She begins chanting lowly as she waves the wand in the air. ”Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo… Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo…”
the soil of the freshly dug grave begins to churn.
A young man is sitting near the cemetery. He watches curiously as the grave begins to churn. (Same guy that I rped with Circle.)
The soil churns and even begins to bubble somewhat, as if it were boiling water. Chunks of earth begin to float into the air and fling itself to the side- she’s magically digging up a fresh grave.
He keeps watching, waving to her. “Hey! I don’t think people are allowed to loot graves.”
She looks to him, glaring. With a flick of her wand, a dozen motes of golden light swirl around him, and a force, ungodly strong, tries to pull him upwards. Make a DC 21 constitution saving throw.
9
He’s shunted 20 ft. Upwards, as per the Levitate spell, and floats there, temporarily defying gravity.
”no interruptions, please. I need to focus.”
“Hey! Put me down!”
“One moment- now be quiet or I’ll take away your ability to speak.” The coffin is soon unearthed, and she lifts that up with magical force as well. It floats above the grave, slowly turning. She steps down from the tombstone and approaches it.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
At the darkest hour of night, a presence arrives in the graveyard on the edge of town. There was a funeral today, a funeral for a young woman who had tragically died in an accident, run over by a carriage and trampled to death. Her grave is marked by upturned soil and increased bug activity around the area, who had previously caught the scent of rotting flesh.
emerging from the ground nearby, first by a gloved hand, and then pulling the rest of her body out, is the short, shadowed form of Edith Perte. She wipes the dirt off of her poofy gray dress and leaps upon a nearby tombstone, looking in the direction of the fresh grave. Hunched over, perched on the tombstone, she begins to cough and gag, as she coughs up a long silvery wand, painted with black and gold flourishes and tipped with a little five-pointed star. She begins chanting lowly as she waves the wand in the air. ”Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo… Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo…”
the soil of the freshly dug grave begins to churn.
A young man is sitting near the cemetery. He watches curiously as the grave begins to churn. (Same guy that I rped with Circle.)
The soil churns and even begins to bubble somewhat, as if it were boiling water. Chunks of earth begin to float into the air and fling itself to the side- she’s magically digging up a fresh grave.
He keeps watching, waving to her. “Hey! I don’t think people are allowed to loot graves.”
She looks to him, glaring. With a flick of her wand, a dozen motes of golden light swirl around him, and a force, ungodly strong, tries to pull him upwards. Make a DC 21 constitution saving throw.
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He’s shunted 20 ft. Upwards, as per the Levitate spell, and floats there, temporarily defying gravity.
”no interruptions, please. I need to focus.”
“Hey! Put me down!”
“One moment- now be quiet or I’ll take away your ability to speak.” The coffin is soon unearthed, and she lifts that up with magical force as well. It floats above the grave, slowly turning. She steps down from the tombstone and approaches it.
“Stop robbing the graves!”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
At the darkest hour of night, a presence arrives in the graveyard on the edge of town. There was a funeral today, a funeral for a young woman who had tragically died in an accident, run over by a carriage and trampled to death. Her grave is marked by upturned soil and increased bug activity around the area, who had previously caught the scent of rotting flesh.
emerging from the ground nearby, first by a gloved hand, and then pulling the rest of her body out, is the short, shadowed form of Edith Perte. She wipes the dirt off of her poofy gray dress and leaps upon a nearby tombstone, looking in the direction of the fresh grave. Hunched over, perched on the tombstone, she begins to cough and gag, as she coughs up a long silvery wand, painted with black and gold flourishes and tipped with a little five-pointed star. She begins chanting lowly as she waves the wand in the air. ”Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo… Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo…”
the soil of the freshly dug grave begins to churn.
A young man is sitting near the cemetery. He watches curiously as the grave begins to churn. (Same guy that I rped with Circle.)
The soil churns and even begins to bubble somewhat, as if it were boiling water. Chunks of earth begin to float into the air and fling itself to the side- she’s magically digging up a fresh grave.
He keeps watching, waving to her. “Hey! I don’t think people are allowed to loot graves.”
She looks to him, glaring. With a flick of her wand, a dozen motes of golden light swirl around him, and a force, ungodly strong, tries to pull him upwards. Make a DC 21 constitution saving throw.
9
He’s shunted 20 ft. Upwards, as per the Levitate spell, and floats there, temporarily defying gravity.
”no interruptions, please. I need to focus.”
“Hey! Put me down!”
“One moment- now be quiet or I’ll take away your ability to speak.” The coffin is soon unearthed, and she lifts that up with magical force as well. It floats above the grave, slowly turning. She steps down from the tombstone and approaches it.
“Stop robbing the graves!”
“Unfortunately, this corpse has something she had promised me in life…” she magically opens the coffin, revealing a mutilated corpse, only just beginning to rot. She conjures a set of spectral blue strings, which grab onto the corpse’s limbs and puppeteer her out of the coffin. She produces a locket from thin air, opening it to reveal that it is empty inside. The corpse’s eyes flutter open, and so does their mouth, as a spectral, grayish blue essence rolls out of her mouth like mist, swirling around her body and flowing through the air towards Edith, and towards her Locket.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
At the darkest hour of night, a presence arrives in the graveyard on the edge of town. There was a funeral today, a funeral for a young woman who had tragically died in an accident, run over by a carriage and trampled to death. Her grave is marked by upturned soil and increased bug activity around the area, who had previously caught the scent of rotting flesh.
emerging from the ground nearby, first by a gloved hand, and then pulling the rest of her body out, is the short, shadowed form of Edith Perte. She wipes the dirt off of her poofy gray dress and leaps upon a nearby tombstone, looking in the direction of the fresh grave. Hunched over, perched on the tombstone, she begins to cough and gag, as she coughs up a long silvery wand, painted with black and gold flourishes and tipped with a little five-pointed star. She begins chanting lowly as she waves the wand in the air. ”Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo… Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo…”
the soil of the freshly dug grave begins to churn.
A young man is sitting near the cemetery. He watches curiously as the grave begins to churn. (Same guy that I rped with Circle.)
The soil churns and even begins to bubble somewhat, as if it were boiling water. Chunks of earth begin to float into the air and fling itself to the side- she’s magically digging up a fresh grave.
He keeps watching, waving to her. “Hey! I don’t think people are allowed to loot graves.”
She looks to him, glaring. With a flick of her wand, a dozen motes of golden light swirl around him, and a force, ungodly strong, tries to pull him upwards. Make a DC 21 constitution saving throw.
9
He’s shunted 20 ft. Upwards, as per the Levitate spell, and floats there, temporarily defying gravity.
”no interruptions, please. I need to focus.”
“Hey! Put me down!”
“One moment- now be quiet or I’ll take away your ability to speak.” The coffin is soon unearthed, and she lifts that up with magical force as well. It floats above the grave, slowly turning. She steps down from the tombstone and approaches it.
“Stop robbing the graves!”
“Unfortunately, this corpse has something she had promised me in life…” she magically opens the coffin, revealing a mutilated corpse, only just beginning to rot. She conjures a set of spectral blue strings, which grab onto the corpse’s limbs and puppeteer her out of the coffin. She produces a locket from thin air, opening it to reveal that it is empty inside. The corpse’s eyes flutter open, and so does their mouth, as a spectral, grayish blue essence rolls out of her mouth like mist, swirling around her body and flowing through the air towards Edith, and towards her Locket.
“What are you doing?”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
At the darkest hour of night, a presence arrives in the graveyard on the edge of town. There was a funeral today, a funeral for a young woman who had tragically died in an accident, run over by a carriage and trampled to death. Her grave is marked by upturned soil and increased bug activity around the area, who had previously caught the scent of rotting flesh.
emerging from the ground nearby, first by a gloved hand, and then pulling the rest of her body out, is the short, shadowed form of Edith Perte. She wipes the dirt off of her poofy gray dress and leaps upon a nearby tombstone, looking in the direction of the fresh grave. Hunched over, perched on the tombstone, she begins to cough and gag, as she coughs up a long silvery wand, painted with black and gold flourishes and tipped with a little five-pointed star. She begins chanting lowly as she waves the wand in the air. ”Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo… Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo…”
the soil of the freshly dug grave begins to churn.
A young man is sitting near the cemetery. He watches curiously as the grave begins to churn. (Same guy that I rped with Circle.)
The soil churns and even begins to bubble somewhat, as if it were boiling water. Chunks of earth begin to float into the air and fling itself to the side- she’s magically digging up a fresh grave.
He keeps watching, waving to her. “Hey! I don’t think people are allowed to loot graves.”
She looks to him, glaring. With a flick of her wand, a dozen motes of golden light swirl around him, and a force, ungodly strong, tries to pull him upwards. Make a DC 21 constitution saving throw.
9
He’s shunted 20 ft. Upwards, as per the Levitate spell, and floats there, temporarily defying gravity.
”no interruptions, please. I need to focus.”
“Hey! Put me down!”
“One moment- now be quiet or I’ll take away your ability to speak.” The coffin is soon unearthed, and she lifts that up with magical force as well. It floats above the grave, slowly turning. She steps down from the tombstone and approaches it.
“Stop robbing the graves!”
“Unfortunately, this corpse has something she had promised me in life…” she magically opens the coffin, revealing a mutilated corpse, only just beginning to rot. She conjures a set of spectral blue strings, which grab onto the corpse’s limbs and puppeteer her out of the coffin. She produces a locket from thin air, opening it to reveal that it is empty inside. The corpse’s eyes flutter open, and so does their mouth, as a spectral, grayish blue essence rolls out of her mouth like mist, swirling around her body and flowing through the air towards Edith, and towards her Locket.
“What are you doing?”
The mist coalesces into a single stream, flowing into the locket until it’s been all gathered up by the grandmother. She closes the Locket, and the corpse drops back into the coffin, which begins to close itself, and subsequently bury itself.
”she owed me seven years of her life-… so I took them, and now I have collected them.” She offers no further explanation as she clicks the locket shut, disappears it with a flick of her wrist, and waves her wand in his direction. He is slowly let down, landing on the ground without any harm done to him.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
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“That isn’t all I can do.” He steps outside and a silver and blue suit forms over him.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Where you from?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“A remote laboratory.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Oooooooh, laboratories.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
“I was the experiment.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Cool!” He looks excited, and rather oblivious.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
He sighs. “I was one of the first nanotechnology experiments.”
*gtg*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
At the darkest hour of night, a presence arrives in the graveyard on the edge of town. There was a funeral today, a funeral for a young woman who had tragically died in an accident, run over by a carriage and trampled to death. Her grave is marked by upturned soil and increased bug activity around the area, who had previously caught the scent of rotting flesh.
emerging from the ground nearby, first by a gloved hand, and then pulling the rest of her body out, is the short, shadowed form of Edith Perte. She wipes the dirt off of her poofy gray dress and leaps upon a nearby tombstone, looking in the direction of the fresh grave. Hunched over, perched on the tombstone, she begins to cough and gag, as she coughs up a long silvery wand, painted with black and gold flourishes and tipped with a little five-pointed star. She begins chanting lowly as she waves the wand in the air. ”Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo… Bibbidee Bobbidee Boo…”
the soil of the freshly dug grave begins to churn.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
A young man is sitting near the cemetery. He watches curiously as the grave begins to churn. (Same guy that I rped with Circle.)
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
The soil churns and even begins to bubble somewhat, as if it were boiling water. Chunks of earth begin to float into the air and fling itself to the side- she’s magically digging up a fresh grave.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
He keeps watching, waving to her. “Hey! I don’t think people are allowed to loot graves.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
She looks to him, glaring. With a flick of her wand, a dozen motes of golden light swirl around him, and a force, ungodly strong, tries to pull him upwards. Make a DC 21 constitution saving throw.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
He’s shunted 20 ft. Upwards, as per the Levitate spell, and floats there, temporarily defying gravity.
”no interruptions, please. I need to focus.”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Hey! Put me down!”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
“One moment- now be quiet or I’ll take away your ability to speak.” The coffin is soon unearthed, and she lifts that up with magical force as well. It floats above the grave, slowly turning. She steps down from the tombstone and approaches it.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Stop robbing the graves!”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
“Unfortunately, this corpse has something she had promised me in life…” she magically opens the coffin, revealing a mutilated corpse, only just beginning to rot. She conjures a set of spectral blue strings, which grab onto the corpse’s limbs and puppeteer her out of the coffin. She produces a locket from thin air, opening it to reveal that it is empty inside. The corpse’s eyes flutter open, and so does their mouth, as a spectral, grayish blue essence rolls out of her mouth like mist, swirling around her body and flowing through the air towards Edith, and towards her Locket.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“What are you doing?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
The mist coalesces into a single stream, flowing into the locket until it’s been all gathered up by the grandmother. She closes the Locket, and the corpse drops back into the coffin, which begins to close itself, and subsequently bury itself.
”she owed me seven years of her life-… so I took them, and now I have collected them.” She offers no further explanation as she clicks the locket shut, disappears it with a flick of her wrist, and waves her wand in his direction. He is slowly let down, landing on the ground without any harm done to him.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”