*And they totally aren't remaking Adder for no reason other than Chaos.*
*:0* *the lad*
*how are you doing? [Hugsssss]*
*Vibin, Exams and such have plagued my brain. I am so tired :.)*
*oof, pain. I'm unsure if rp will help relax brain like it does me, but I can offer?*
*I also suggest a taco*
*It does for me. But the data connection I have is b a d.*
*p a i n*
*well, here are my options for helping the brain:*
Rory is sat in his shrine, trying to ignore the crowd outside that are yelling to try and get in and may also be being dealt with by nick
Splot, who is a goofy little ink creature with cat ears on top of its head is in the center square
Ani is drawing in a notebook in a tree
Jason is eating a rabbit in the woods
Richard forms besides Rory. He listens to the threats and anger, soaking them in a sponge, baring his teeth. He wants to act, to rip them to shreds, but instead he picks up Rory gently. He brings him close, holding him.
Xan appears beside him, wearing a fluffy light pink jacket that resembles a bunny. He tilts his head "Whatcha readin'?"
Kelipso is supervising him, making sure no one suddenly peaks his way.
Despite the blindfold, Richard can tell that the shrinekeeper has his eyes clenched shut, shivering softly
"For once, nothing." He smiles, starting to absent-minded sketch xan "I like your outfit"
Setting the drained rabbit gently on the grass, Jason coughs into his hand lightly, "Urg... like drinking paint."
Richard sighs and pulls away "Are you alright?..." He asks softly.
"I can tell." He smirks and looks at the drawing.
Kelipso kneels down "Do you feel any better?"
He nods a little, holding onto him lightly, "I-im sorry..."
"Meaning?" He chuckles. It's pretty basic so far, but it's actually a good drawing, even if it is just a body and starts of a face
He nods, smiling lightly, "I mean, even paint has nutrition"
He rubs his thumbs over Rory's skin gently, wiping away tears. "Nothing to be sorry over.." he says softly.
Xan purrs, raising a brow at him.
Kelipso breathes out a sigh of relief. "Good.."
Rory shivers, choking back a sob, "I j-just want a break..."
Ani offers a hand, "Wanna join me?" He asks,
"Not as good as you, but it'll work for if you're tired or away" He jokes, leaning against them a little
Richard is still taking care of Rory, cleaning and cuts and healing and bruises he finds over the shrinekeepers skin. He is doing it very gently, trying not to lose himself and hunt down those responsible.
A Tiefling with grins curved behind his head seems to have appeared from nowhere. He has pale skin that is almost white with black splotches covering it. His eyes are fiery orange and match the blade of a sword that he carries in one hand. His hair is dark as night and sticks up in odd ends. He smells of brimstone and fire.
Richard is still taking care of Rory, cleaning and cuts and healing and bruises he finds over the shrinekeepers skin. He is doing it very gently, trying not to lose himself and hunt down those responsible.
A Tiefling with grins curved behind his head seems to have appeared from nowhere. He has pale skin that is almost white with black splotches covering it. His eyes are fiery orange and match the blade of a sword that he carries in one hand. His hair is dark as night and sticks up in odd ends. He smells of brimstone and fire.
Rory is quiet, mostly just leaning on Richard as he's healed
A human walks into town, looking at the tiefling for a moment as they pass. They have large apricot orange eyes, pale skin, a semi short auburn hair. They seem to be around maybe 5'7 ish
Richard is still taking care of Rory, cleaning and cuts and healing and bruises he finds over the shrinekeepers skin. He is doing it very gently, trying not to lose himself and hunt down those responsible.
A Tiefling with grins curved behind his head seems to have appeared from nowhere. He has pale skin that is almost white with black splotches covering it. His eyes are fiery orange and match the blade of a sword that he carries in one hand. His hair is dark as night and sticks up in odd ends. He smells of brimstone and fire.
Rory is quiet, mostly just leaning on Richard as he's healed
A human walks into town, looking at the tiefling for a moment as they pass. They have large apricot orange eyes, pale skin, a semi short auburn hair. They seem to be around maybe 5'7 ish
Richard runs his fingers through Rory's hair. "Tell me how you are feeling.. please." He asks.
The Tiefling raises a brow, his finned tail swishing back and forth.
Richard is still taking care of Rory, cleaning and cuts and healing and bruises he finds over the shrinekeepers skin. He is doing it very gently, trying not to lose himself and hunt down those responsible.
A Tiefling with grins curved behind his head seems to have appeared from nowhere. He has pale skin that is almost white with black splotches covering it. His eyes are fiery orange and match the blade of a sword that he carries in one hand. His hair is dark as night and sticks up in odd ends. He smells of brimstone and fire.
Rory is quiet, mostly just leaning on Richard as he's healed
A human walks into town, looking at the tiefling for a moment as they pass. They have large apricot orange eyes, pale skin, a semi short auburn hair. They seem to be around maybe 5'7 ish
Richard runs his fingers through Rory's hair. "Tell me how you are feeling.. please." He asks.
The Tiefling raises a brow, his finned tail swishing back and forth.
"Tired...... more mentally than physically" They sjgj
Nick is sitting in a remote place in the forest looking at a picture and crying.
"Why," speaks a dry voice from the branches of a tree above you, "do you weep when others are so thirsty?"
He looks up and tucks away the picture. "Because I miss my friend..."
The scarecrow's cloth body is twisted in an unnatural position, tangled in the trees. Silently, blackbirds perch in the tree, watching you with their beady eyes. "That feeling is not far from me." The ragged creature speaks through lips sewn together with black thread. "Will you see this friend again?"
Nick is sitting in a remote place in the forest looking at a picture and crying.
"Why," speaks a dry voice from the branches of a tree above you, "do you weep when others are so thirsty?"
He looks up and tucks away the picture. "Because I miss my friend..."
The scarecrow's cloth body is twisted in an unnatural position, tangled in the trees. Silently, blackbirds perch in the tree, watching you with their beady eyes. "That feeling is not far from me." The ragged creature speaks through lips sewn together with black thread. "Will you see this friend again?"
"he's dead so no, probably not."
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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.
Nick is sitting in a remote place in the forest looking at a picture and crying.
"Why," speaks a dry voice from the branches of a tree above you, "do you weep when others are so thirsty?"
He looks up and tucks away the picture. "Because I miss my friend..."
The scarecrow's cloth body is twisted in an unnatural position, tangled in the trees. Silently, blackbirds perch in the tree, watching you with their beady eyes. "That feeling is not far from me." The ragged creature speaks through lips sewn together with black thread. "Will you see this friend again?"
"he's dead so no, probably not."
He is silent for a moment. The only sound comes from the rustling of his birds feathers. "Every death kills the world a little. What do you miss about your friend? What died in the world when your friend died?"
Nick is sitting in a remote place in the forest looking at a picture and crying.
"Why," speaks a dry voice from the branches of a tree above you, "do you weep when others are so thirsty?"
He looks up and tucks away the picture. "Because I miss my friend..."
The scarecrow's cloth body is twisted in an unnatural position, tangled in the trees. Silently, blackbirds perch in the tree, watching you with their beady eyes. "That feeling is not far from me." The ragged creature speaks through lips sewn together with black thread. "Will you see this friend again?"
"he's dead so no, probably not."
He is silent for a moment. The only sound comes from the rustling of his birds feathers. "Every death kills the world a little. What do you miss about your friend? What died in the world when your friend died?"
"I haven't felt truly happy since he died..."
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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.
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*SKRRRRRR*
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
(hi)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Why the military alphabet lol*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*[tackle off bike]*
*I demand rp >:]*
*BECAUSE*
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
*sorry I can't cut that, I'm on mobile*
*I ALSO DEMAND RP*
Richard is still taking care of Rory, cleaning and cuts and healing and bruises he finds over the shrinekeepers skin. He is doing it very gently, trying not to lose himself and hunt down those responsible.
A Tiefling with grins curved behind his head seems to have appeared from nowhere. He has pale skin that is almost white with black splotches covering it. His eyes are fiery orange and match the blade of a sword that he carries in one hand. His hair is dark as night and sticks up in odd ends. He smells of brimstone and fire.
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
Rory is quiet, mostly just leaning on Richard as he's healed
A human walks into town, looking at the tiefling for a moment as they pass. They have large apricot orange eyes, pale skin, a semi short auburn hair. They seem to be around maybe 5'7 ish
* . . . . *
*this answer is acceptable*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*haha, it's loud, and I wanna hurt people :D*
*edited for mental health*
Richard runs his fingers through Rory's hair. "Tell me how you are feeling.. please." He asks.
The Tiefling raises a brow, his finned tail swishing back and forth.
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
"Tired...... more mentally than physically" They sjgj
They smile warmly, "Hey there"
*-sitting in corner- Hello*
Theren is trying to take a nap but failing.
Phoenix is recovering from a heart attack.
Bird King is making bird feed.
Nick is sitting in a remote place in the forest looking at a picture and crying.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Why," speaks a dry voice from the branches of a tree above you, "do you weep when others are so thirsty?"
He looks up and tucks away the picture. "Because I miss my friend..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The scarecrow's cloth body is twisted in an unnatural position, tangled in the trees. Silently, blackbirds perch in the tree, watching you with their beady eyes. "That feeling is not far from me." The ragged creature speaks through lips sewn together with black thread. "Will you see this friend again?"
"he's dead so no, probably not."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He is silent for a moment. The only sound comes from the rustling of his birds feathers. "Every death kills the world a little. What do you miss about your friend? What died in the world when your friend died?"
"I haven't felt truly happy since he died..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.