I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Of course. I may have to get it from the bar. Isn't milk bad for cats? Nevermind, you've lived this long, I'm sure you know how your body works better than I. Care to come with me?" He gets up from his now decimated meal and proceeds toward the tavern, looking back at Sir William.
“I will, yes.” He stretches, then follows behind.
Dyscharist pops burning rivets into his mouth as he walks, eating them like sweets. They don't damage his hands or mouth somehow. He holds the door for Sir William, giving a little head bow.
“Can you believe this is the second time this has happened?”
"The second time what has happened?" She says, crossing her arms
He coughs “Oh did I say something bad? Oh Damian can tell you when he gets up in a few minutes.”
"Ah-ah" She says with the scolding tone of a mother "Out with it."
“He almost married a mermaid on one of our adventures. It was strange.”
"If that heart doesn't kill him, I just might..."
As she says that he begins to get up as the Aasimar begins to leave, walking out the door “Bye.” Damian gets up after finishing the heart, his chest and eyes growing much brighter than normal.
*Can I make a talking cat? Possibly a person who was turned into a forever-living cat as a curse eons ago?*
*I literally have an anthro Arctic fox, and anthro wolf/fox, and an anthro bunny running around causing adorable chaos. It's probably fine*
*Speaking of which, I should probably interact with more than one of your characters.*
*up to you*
*I will, do you want to deal with any of my characters?*
*none come to mind specifically*
*John Dungeon it is,*
A big man in heavy plate armor that covers his body with a giant sword, banner, and parchment is sitting in the tavern, looking into the middle distance, his beautiful eyes not looking at anything in particular.
*Who do you wanna deal with?"
*Literally anyone.*
Reese approaches, cause she can, admiring the symbol on the banner "Hey, I know that banner..."
The armored man turns his head down to them “Were you a part of the holy crusade?” He takes off his helm to reveal a chisel jawline that could crack marble and long black hair, although eyes full of madness.
"No, but.. people carrying that banner freed my from my master a long time ago"
“Ah I see. I carry this banner with the pride of my people on my back, the last remaining member of the crusade.”
"Well, I'd like to thank your people"
“As the only one remaining I appreciate your thanks.”
"so, what happened to the others?..."
“Dead, lost to the war. I fight for those who have fallen.”
"Of course. I may have to get it from the bar. Isn't milk bad for cats? Nevermind, you've lived this long, I'm sure you know how your body works better than I. Care to come with me?" He gets up from his now decimated meal and proceeds toward the tavern, looking back at Sir William.
“I will, yes.” He stretches, then follows behind.
Dyscharist pops burning rivets into his mouth as he walks, eating them like sweets. They don't damage his hands or mouth somehow. He holds the door for Sir William, giving a little head bow.
“Thank you.” He strolls through the doorframe, entering the tavern and leaping onto the bar where he calmly sits down.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
"Of course. I may have to get it from the bar. Isn't milk bad for cats? Nevermind, you've lived this long, I'm sure you know how your body works better than I. Care to come with me?" He gets up from his now decimated meal and proceeds toward the tavern, looking back at Sir William.
“I will, yes.” He stretches, then follows behind.
Dyscharist pops burning rivets into his mouth as he walks, eating them like sweets. They don't damage his hands or mouth somehow. He holds the door for Sir William, giving a little head bow.
“Thank you.” He strolls through the doorframe, entering the tavern and leaping onto the bar where he calmly sits down.
"Cold or warm?" Dys asks, sitting down beside him.
Yuri is running round the factory with blueprints. She has a grin on her face, taking a piece of chalk and laying down the blueprint for a biofuel sort of city cart that the locals could take to places instead of walking.
Donn is dressed in a white tank top, a pair of black sweatpants, and a simple gold earrings. He is practicing his taichi outside while centering himself.
Genesis is grumbling to himself as he solves a box puzzle, muttering about how a child could solve this.
Yuri is running round the factory with blueprints. She has a grin on her face, taking a piece of chalk and laying down the blueprint for a biofuel sort of city cart that the locals could take to places instead of walking.
Donn is dressed in a white tank top, a pair of black sweatpants, and a simple gold earrings. He is practicing his taichi outside while centering himself.
Genesis is grumbling to himself as he solves a box puzzle, muttering about how a child could solve this.
Oswald walks over and takes a look at it. "Very good, Yuri. You picked up mechanics rather quickly. But for this to be widely used, it would rapidly accelerate deforestation. People would need more biofuel."
Egregore manifests behind him, silently trying to copy his fiance.
He notices an overwhelming demonic presence. A demon prince is on earth. A being strong enough to cause an incursion all on its own. And it's getting closer.
Yuri is running round the factory with blueprints. She has a grin on her face, taking a piece of chalk and laying down the blueprint for a biofuel sort of city cart that the locals could take to places instead of walking.
Donn is dressed in a white tank top, a pair of black sweatpants, and a simple gold earrings. He is practicing his taichi outside while centering himself.
Genesis is grumbling to himself as he solves a box puzzle, muttering about how a child could solve this.
Oswald walks over and takes a look at it. "Very good, Yuri. You picked up mechanics rather quickly. But for this to be widely used, it would rapidly accelerate deforestation. People would need more biofuel."
Egregore manifests behind him, silently trying to copy his fiance.
He notices an overwhelming demonic presence. A demon prince is on earth. A being strong enough to cause an incursion all on its own. And it's getting closer.
"I know but I'm trying to find a sustainable source rather than coal or electricity. Maybe solar?" She said, tapping the chalk against the paper.
Donn spins around, grinning, and dips him. "Hi there." He chuckles.
Genesis frowns, setting the puzzle box aside. He closes his eyes and unfurls his wings, tying back his hair.
"Of course. I may have to get it from the bar. Isn't milk bad for cats? Nevermind, you've lived this long, I'm sure you know how your body works better than I. Care to come with me?" He gets up from his now decimated meal and proceeds toward the tavern, looking back at Sir William.
“I will, yes.” He stretches, then follows behind.
Dyscharist pops burning rivets into his mouth as he walks, eating them like sweets. They don't damage his hands or mouth somehow. He holds the door for Sir William, giving a little head bow.
“Thank you.” He strolls through the doorframe, entering the tavern and leaping onto the bar where he calmly sits down.
"Cold or warm?" Dys asks, sitting down beside him.
“Preferably cooled, please.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Oswald walks over and takes a look at it. "Very good, Yuri. You picked up mechanics rather quickly. But for this to be widely used, it would rapidly accelerate deforestation. People would need more biofuel."
Egregore manifests behind him, silently trying to copy his fiance.
He notices an overwhelming demonic presence. A demon prince is on earth. A being strong enough to cause an incursion all on its own. And it's getting closer.
"I know but I'm trying to find a sustainable source rather than coal or electricity. Maybe solar?" She said, tapping the chalk against the paper.
Donn spins around, grinning, and dips him. "Hi there." He chuckles.
Genesis frowns, setting the puzzle box aside. He closes his eyes and unfurls his wings, tying back his hair.
"Solar, wind, hydroponics... I like geothermal and diablothermal, but they both have downsides."
Egregore squeaks. "Hi, baby." He whispers. "I made you some peanut butter cookies."
He can sense the prince entering the tavern along with numerous undead beings. This demon radiates a sort of hybrid of negative and positive energy. Starving energy or the like.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*can't waait to see ya there*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Dyscharist pops burning rivets into his mouth as he walks, eating them like sweets. They don't damage his hands or mouth somehow. He holds the door for Sir William, giving a little head bow.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
As she says that he begins to get up as the Aasimar begins to leave, walking out the door “Bye.” Damian gets up after finishing the heart, his chest and eyes growing much brighter than normal.
“Dead, lost to the war. I fight for those who have fallen.”
“Thank you.” He strolls through the doorframe, entering the tavern and leaping onto the bar where he calmly sits down.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
*Hey everyone, I'm ba-*
*[Gets blown up]*
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
*it's happening again!*
*Dammit!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*[Crawls out of crater]*
*I'm alive!!*
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
"Cold or warm?" Dys asks, sitting down beside him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*WHOAH*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*
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
*You up to RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Course! Let me write down characters*
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
Yuri is running round the factory with blueprints. She has a grin on her face, taking a piece of chalk and laying down the blueprint for a biofuel sort of city cart that the locals could take to places instead of walking.
Donn is dressed in a white tank top, a pair of black sweatpants, and a simple gold earrings. He is practicing his taichi outside while centering himself.
Genesis is grumbling to himself as he solves a box puzzle, muttering about how a child could solve this.
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
Oswald walks over and takes a look at it. "Very good, Yuri. You picked up mechanics rather quickly. But for this to be widely used, it would rapidly accelerate deforestation. People would need more biofuel."
Egregore manifests behind him, silently trying to copy his fiance.
He notices an overwhelming demonic presence. A demon prince is on earth. A being strong enough to cause an incursion all on its own. And it's getting closer.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I know but I'm trying to find a sustainable source rather than coal or electricity. Maybe solar?" She said, tapping the chalk against the paper.
Donn spins around, grinning, and dips him. "Hi there." He chuckles.
Genesis frowns, setting the puzzle box aside. He closes his eyes and unfurls his wings, tying back his hair.
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
“Preferably cooled, please.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"Solar, wind, hydroponics... I like geothermal and diablothermal, but they both have downsides."
Egregore squeaks. "Hi, baby." He whispers. "I made you some peanut butter cookies."
He can sense the prince entering the tavern along with numerous undead beings. This demon radiates a sort of hybrid of negative and positive energy. Starving energy or the like.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels