The Writer, having hijacked Scott's body for the day, is walking around town. The double wears his signature brown leather jacket, black T-shirt, and black jeans. A cigarette between his lips.
Stroth, for lack of a better term, turning a celestials body into jerky.
Something that happened during Salem's time with the Writer has forced him to keep his physical form.. he drinks his troubles away at the bar.
Domino is walking around the tavern, slaying pretend monsters.
Jax is tinkering with something in the corner
A tall young man enters the tavern, dressed in a white apron and cap over his mundane sweater and jeans. He has medium-length dark wavy hair and sunken red eyes. Oh, and a bulky 1990s-style chainsaw in one hand, the fresh blood on it cleaned off just enough that it doesn't drip on the floor. His face and apron are at a similar level of messiness. "Do you guys have a laundry cleaning service? There are a lot of lesser vampires around here, and they tend to overeat when they can. When you kill them, they sort of... pop."
"You wont find your answers at the bottom of a mug." It says, ruffling the top of her head. "But, you found me, so, good enough?"
Shade blinks and looks for the voice. "uuhg"
Sitting next to her (if she is learned, she will recognize it as Salem, the essential therapeutic Sandman, among other things) [yes, self insert :3] is a pitch black short anthro wolf with pure white eyes, and is a bit on the chubbier side of things.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
The Writer, having hijacked Scott's body for the day, is walking around town. The double wears his signature brown leather jacket, black T-shirt, and black jeans. A cigarette between his lips.
Stroth, for lack of a better term, turning a celestials body into jerky.
Allison is in the library, reading to herself.
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
*Working on the protagonist for my manga. I need him to be more interesting than he is now.*
*Would you like to RP with him?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*i am back*
"waza?"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Shade blinks and looks for the voice. "uuhg"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
A tall young man enters the tavern, dressed in a white apron and cap over his mundane sweater and jeans. He has medium-length dark wavy hair and sunken red eyes. Oh, and a bulky 1990s-style chainsaw in one hand, the fresh blood on it cleaned off just enough that it doesn't drip on the floor. His face and apron are at a similar level of messiness. "Do you guys have a laundry cleaning service? There are a lot of lesser vampires around here, and they tend to overeat when they can. When you kill them, they sort of... pop."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey everyone, I’m back now, I’m sorry I wasn’t back earlier, we had another good session in my campaign.*
*Sounds awesome.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods and opens the door, walking inside, shushing Domino to not wake his wife up.
*Thanks, how are you doin?*
Shade's fur goes bright pink
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
(hello again. it is finally cold outside)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He lays them together, and quietly sits down on the chair, beginning to document how his days have gone.