*I was planning on it. I’m ready to go, you want me to describe it, because I don’t think this is my category, considering Damian is going to be late.*
*I'm bad at descriptions of places so its gonna be equally as bad as if you wrote it.*
The garden has been decorated for the soon to happen wedding. The decorations are simple and rustic, but charming in a way. There is no food or drink supplied, being this is all Saphuno was able to put together in the amount of time she had.
*as soon as this is over, i'm introing young adult/late teens Domino. my impatient a** cant wait any longer*
Vaska had no idea a wedding was happening, and she's nowhere to be seen. Maybe she doesn't want to. Maybe she only goes to weddings for cake. We'll never know.
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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)
Alix is watching the wedding, dressed up in a black tank-top and black dress slacks. He has his best necklaces, earrings, and rings on for today. He has put on his fur paint, his markings that are meant to bring luck to the newly weds and protect them from death.
*I was planning on it. I’m ready to go, you want me to describe it, because I don’t think this is my category, considering Damian is going to be late.*
*I'm bad at descriptions of places so its gonna be equally as bad as if you wrote it.*
The garden has been decorated for the soon to happen wedding. The decorations are simple and rustic, but charming in a way. There is no food or drink supplied, being this is all Saphuno was able to put together in the amount of time she had.
*as soon as this is over, i'm introing young adult/late teens Domino. my impatient a** cant wait any longer*
Vaska had no idea a wedding was happening, and she's nowhere to be seen. Maybe she doesn't want to. Maybe she only goes to weddings for cake. We'll never know.
*why intro a character in a wedding reply who's not even at the wedding?....*
Maybe she is
*idk my brain has been replaced with a mini pumpkin*
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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)
*I was planning on it. I’m ready to go, you want me to describe it, because I don’t think this is my category, considering Damian is going to be late.*
*I'm bad at descriptions of places so its gonna be equally as bad as if you wrote it.*
The garden has been decorated for the soon to happen wedding. The decorations are simple and rustic, but charming in a way. There is no food or drink supplied, being this is all Saphuno was able to put together in the amount of time she had.
*as soon as this is over, i'm introing young adult/late teens Domino. my impatient a** cant wait any longer*
After a few long minutes of empty silent filled up by the magic, someone can be seen sprinting towards the garden from the distance. Dressed in a classy, red and gold velvet suit is Damian, carrying two things, the cake Mauric had made, as well as a crate full of fresh vegetables. He moves his head around the things, smiling at her as he slowly approaches at a sprint.
*I was planning on it. I’m ready to go, you want me to describe it, because I don’t think this is my category, considering Damian is going to be late.*
*I'm bad at descriptions of places so its gonna be equally as bad as if you wrote it.*
The garden has been decorated for the soon to happen wedding. The decorations are simple and rustic, but charming in a way. There is no food or drink supplied, being this is all Saphuno was able to put together in the amount of time she had.
*as soon as this is over, i'm introing young adult/late teens Domino. my impatient a** cant wait any longer*
Vaska had no idea a wedding was happening, and she's nowhere to be seen. Maybe she doesn't want to. Maybe she only goes to weddings for cake. We'll never know.
*why intro a character in a wedding reply who's not even at the wedding?....*
Maybe she is
*idk my brain has been replaced with a mini pumpkin*
*I love you but you concern me on the occasion*
*it's halloween time, dude. I also have a fever and have more medications than hours of sleep in my body currently*
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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)
*Anyway, does anyone want to take a shot at rp with me?*
*yeah dude just intro i'm down*
*I got you, here's an intro from a cowboy OC I made. It's pretty long*
The world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of town is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. He rides into town, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.
*do you have another? My brain hurts and I made it two lines*
*Fine, what kind of person do you want?*
*sorry dude. Give me your silliest/craziest*
*Nah it's good.*
The Jester is standing atop of his wagon with a smile on his mask, playing his lute.
A hooded traveller with a blindfold and walking stick seems to enjoy the music as they sit nearby.
He smiles to them, after his routine saying “Did you like the music? It took me a while to get as good as I’ve gotten now.”
"It's nice."
“It’s the best I can do.”
"I'd sing along, but..." she thinks "I don't know any of the songs"
He jumps down, tripping into a muddy puddle before getting back up “I could teach you.”
Alix is watching the wedding, dressed up in a black tank-top and black dress slacks. He has his best necklaces, earrings, and rings on for today. He has put on his fur paint, his markings that are meant to bring luck to the newly weds and protect them from death.
Reese has come along with, dressed in her usual style ofclothes, just without the armor and gear bags. Her clothes appear to have been stained black purposely. "I had no idea big mom was engaged.."
"Neither did I, but, heh, I'm kinda head in the clouds a bit." He chuckles and licks her forehead affectionately.
*I was planning on it. I’m ready to go, you want me to describe it, because I don’t think this is my category, considering Damian is going to be late.*
*I'm bad at descriptions of places so its gonna be equally as bad as if you wrote it.*
The garden has been decorated for the soon to happen wedding. The decorations are simple and rustic, but charming in a way. There is no food or drink supplied, being this is all Saphuno was able to put together in the amount of time she had.
*as soon as this is over, i'm introing young adult/late teens Domino. my impatient a** cant wait any longer*
After a few long minutes of empty silent filled up by the magic, someone can be seen sprinting towards the garden from the distance. Dressed in a classy, red and gold velvet suit is Damian, carrying two things, the cake Mauric had made, as well as a crate full of fresh vegetables. He moves his head around the things, smiling at her as he slowly approaches at a sprint.
Saphuno gasps softly as she sees Damian, hiding a bit as to not break the tradition of not being seen before walking down the aisle. What few guests there are, Reese and Jax included, clap as they see the groom.
Damian pretends to have not seen her as he arrives, his hair swaying in the air as he runs. When he arrives he puts the cake and crate on the closest empty table he can find, and runs to stand at the front. Smiling and rubbing his head, a few more people in the crowd, like Rag, and Sanviento (Who no one knows is Damian’s brother.)
*Anyway, does anyone want to take a shot at rp with me?*
*yeah dude just intro i'm down*
*I got you, here's an intro from a cowboy OC I made. It's pretty long*
The world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of town is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. He rides into town, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.
*do you have another? My brain hurts and I made it two lines*
*Fine, what kind of person do you want?*
*sorry dude. Give me your silliest/craziest*
*Nah it's good.*
The Jester is standing atop of his wagon with a smile on his mask, playing his lute.
A hooded traveller with a blindfold and walking stick seems to enjoy the music as they sit nearby.
He smiles to them, after his routine saying “Did you like the music? It took me a while to get as good as I’ve gotten now.”
"It's nice."
“It’s the best I can do.”
"I'd sing along, but..." she thinks "I don't know any of the songs"
He jumps down, tripping into a muddy puddle before getting back up “I could teach you.”
"No, I don't sing." seems what she said before was an impulsive thought. "My voice is terrible"
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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)
*Anyway, does anyone want to take a shot at rp with me?*
*yeah dude just intro i'm down*
*I got you, here's an intro from a cowboy OC I made. It's pretty long*
The world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of town is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. He rides into town, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.
*do you have another? My brain hurts and I made it two lines*
*Fine, what kind of person do you want?*
*sorry dude. Give me your silliest/craziest*
*Nah it's good.*
The Jester is standing atop of his wagon with a smile on his mask, playing his lute.
A hooded traveller with a blindfold and walking stick seems to enjoy the music as they sit nearby.
He smiles to them, after his routine saying “Did you like the music? It took me a while to get as good as I’ve gotten now.”
"It's nice."
“It’s the best I can do.”
"I'd sing along, but..." she thinks "I don't know any of the songs"
He jumps down, tripping into a muddy puddle before getting back up “I could teach you.”
"No, I don't sing." seems what she said before was an impulsive thought. "My voice is terrible"
“Music is something of the soul, it doesn’t matter how you sound in body.”
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Vaska had no idea a wedding was happening, and she's nowhere to be seen.
Maybe she doesn't want to.
Maybe she only goes to weddings for cake.
We'll never know.
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)
*Yerp*
Alix is watching the wedding, dressed up in a black tank-top and black dress slacks. He has his best necklaces, earrings, and rings on for today. He has put on his fur paint, his markings that are meant to bring luck to the newly weds and protect them from death.
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
Maybe she is
*idk my brain has been replaced with a mini pumpkin*
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)
After a few long minutes of empty silent filled up by the magic, someone can be seen sprinting towards the garden from the distance. Dressed in a classy, red and gold velvet suit is Damian, carrying two things, the cake Mauric had made, as well as a crate full of fresh vegetables. He moves his head around the things, smiling at her as he slowly approaches at a sprint.
*it's halloween time, dude. I also have a fever and have more medications than hours of sleep in my body currently*
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)
*Are you talking about Mauric? If Mauric doesn’t come he isn’t going to Mauric’s wedding.*
He jumps down, tripping into a muddy puddle before getting back up “I could teach you.”
"Neither did I, but, heh, I'm kinda head in the clouds a bit." He chuckles and licks her forehead affectionately.
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
Damian pretends to have not seen her as he arrives, his hair swaying in the air as he runs. When he arrives he puts the cake and crate on the closest empty table he can find, and runs to stand at the front. Smiling and rubbing his head, a few more people in the crowd, like Rag, and Sanviento (Who no one knows is Damian’s brother.)
*Do you need the list, because there are a lot.*
"No, I don't sing." seems what she said before was an impulsive thought. "My voice is terrible"
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)
“Music is something of the soul, it doesn’t matter how you sound in body.”