*I totally did not create an undead stoner character...*
*that’s a shame. That would be really cool.*
*His name is Ede and he like mushrooms and marijuana...*
*they sound like every bard I love*
*He makes hallucinogenics and potions but only sells them to those he knows really need them.*
*I feel like that would result in lots of thieving
*I N C R E D I B L Y*
*Im gonna steal from him*
*His full name is Edward Bellflower but he identifies as Demi-Male (He/They Pronouns) so he shorted his name to Ede (E-DEE). He was a human but died due to overdose. Now, as a Reborn, he works to create safer drugs so people don't die. He also likes the idea of hallucinogenics being used to help people who have depression as a form of therapy.*
Lockett is in the library, purposely sitting on the sofa upside down while drinking tea. He looks mad, like an angry cat. Besides him are real cats, just chilling, cozied up on his chest.
Xan is outside, sharpening his nails while humming to himself.
Vittrosi is practicing his sword skills against an animated dummy.
Nai is in a nearby tree. She starts humming in perfect harmony.
Xan totally didnt just throw a fake nail at her.
Nai scowls and takes out her pen. She begins clicking it.
He pulls out his lighter and clicks it at her back.
She puts on her tap shoes and begins the tap number from Something Rotten.
He simply watches and gives her a thumbs down
Nai leaps from the tree and angrily strides toward Xan. “ALL right, I don’t know what you’ve got against the fine arts, but why don’t you stop. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Lockett is in the library, purposely sitting on the sofa upside down while drinking tea. He looks mad, like an angry cat. Besides him are real cats, just chilling, cozied up on his chest.
Xan is outside, sharpening his nails while humming to himself.
Vittrosi is practicing his sword skills against an animated dummy.
Nai is in a nearby tree. She starts humming in perfect harmony.
Xan totally didnt just throw a fake nail at her.
Nai scowls and takes out her pen. She begins clicking it.
He pulls out his lighter and clicks it at her back.
She puts on her tap shoes and begins the tap number from Something Rotten.
He simply watches and gives her a thumbs down
Nai leaps from the tree and angrily strides toward Xan. “ALL right, I don’t know what you’ve got against the fine arts, but why don’t you stop. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
"No, I just know when someone is terrible at something."
Lockett is in the library, purposely sitting on the sofa upside down while drinking tea. He looks mad, like an angry cat. Besides him are real cats, just chilling, cozied up on his chest.
Xan is outside, sharpening his nails while humming to himself.
Vittrosi is practicing his sword skills against an animated dummy.
Nai is in a nearby tree. She starts humming in perfect harmony.
Xan totally didnt just throw a fake nail at her.
Nai scowls and takes out her pen. She begins clicking it.
He pulls out his lighter and clicks it at her back.
She puts on her tap shoes and begins the tap number from Something Rotten.
He simply watches and gives her a thumbs down
Nai leaps from the tree and angrily strides toward Xan. “ALL right, I don’t know what you’ve got against the fine arts, but why don’t you stop. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
"No, I just know when someone is terrible at something."
“[gp] you. Your cool emo attitude is as fake as your nails. You serve no purpose in life.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Lockett is in the library, purposely sitting on the sofa upside down while drinking tea. He looks mad, like an angry cat. Besides him are real cats, just chilling, cozied up on his chest.
Xan is outside, sharpening his nails while humming to himself.
Vittrosi is practicing his sword skills against an animated dummy.
Nai is in a nearby tree. She starts humming in perfect harmony.
Xan totally didnt just throw a fake nail at her.
Nai scowls and takes out her pen. She begins clicking it.
He pulls out his lighter and clicks it at her back.
She puts on her tap shoes and begins the tap number from Something Rotten.
He simply watches and gives her a thumbs down
Nai leaps from the tree and angrily strides toward Xan. “ALL right, I don’t know what you’ve got against the fine arts, but why don’t you stop. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
"No, I just know when someone is terrible at something."
“[gp] you. Your cool emo attitude is as fake as your nails. You serve no purpose in life.”
"Oh, I do! You don't though. A small speck in the world, gone within years."
Lockett is in the library, purposely sitting on the sofa upside down while drinking tea. He looks mad, like an angry cat. Besides him are real cats, just chilling, cozied up on his chest.
Xan is outside, sharpening his nails while humming to himself.
Vittrosi is practicing his sword skills against an animated dummy.
Nai is in a nearby tree. She starts humming in perfect harmony.
Xan totally didnt just throw a fake nail at her.
Nai scowls and takes out her pen. She begins clicking it.
He pulls out his lighter and clicks it at her back.
She puts on her tap shoes and begins the tap number from Something Rotten.
He simply watches and gives her a thumbs down
Nai leaps from the tree and angrily strides toward Xan. “ALL right, I don’t know what you’ve got against the fine arts, but why don’t you stop. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
"No, I just know when someone is terrible at something."
“[gp] you. Your cool emo attitude is as fake as your nails. You serve no purpose in life.”
"Oh, I do! You don't though. A small speck in the world, gone within years."
“Specks are some of the greatest obstacles you will ever face. Specks on documents can upend criminal investigations. Specks on telescopes have obscured exoplanets for decades. Ever heard of braille? Specks. Punctuation? Specks. Zoom out far enough, everything is a speck. But when a speck acknowledges its speckiness, it becomes more.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A large, older woman dressed in heavy furs is walking through the woods, checking simple traps like small snares. She carries a pot with a lid and ladle in one hand and drags a bag of what sounds like bones in the other. She is continuously chewing something and has the kind of wrinkles that make one think she smiles often.
A large, older woman dressed in heavy furs is walking through the woods, checking simple traps like small snares. She carries a pot with a lid and ladle in one hand and drags a bag of what sounds like bones in the other. She is continuously chewing something and has the kind of wrinkles that make one think she smiles often.
*His full name is Edward Bellflower but he identifies as Demi-Male (He/They Pronouns) so he shorted his name to Ede (E-DEE). He was a human but died due to overdose. Now, as a Reborn, he works to create safer drugs so people don't die. He also likes the idea of hallucinogenics being used to help people who have depression as a form of therapy.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Nai leaps from the tree and angrily strides toward Xan. “ALL right, I don’t know what you’ve got against the fine arts, but why don’t you stop. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"No, I just know when someone is terrible at something."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I've finished Mama Kallak! Wendigo grandma is a go!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Nice.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“[gp] you. Your cool emo attitude is as fake as your nails. You serve no purpose in life.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh, I do! You don't though. A small speck in the world, gone within years."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Specks are some of the greatest obstacles you will ever face. Specks on documents can upend criminal investigations. Specks on telescopes have obscured exoplanets for decades. Ever heard of braille? Specks. Punctuation? Specks. Zoom out far enough, everything is a speck. But when a speck acknowledges its speckiness, it becomes more.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*it takes a lot of effort to not break out the lowtiergod rant rn*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A large, older woman dressed in heavy furs is walking through the woods, checking simple traps like small snares. She carries a pot with a lid and ladle in one hand and drags a bag of what sounds like bones in the other. She is continuously chewing something and has the kind of wrinkles that make one think she smiles often.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(morning everyone)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*(Pokes)*
*Once I'm done my walking class, I'll interact.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*yo*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Morning, Moon!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(how is everyone)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*I've been struggling with making a character for three days, and now she's ready!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(glad to hear it :D)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Hello people, sorry for being off and on*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Worry not, Scaryman!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(hello)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin