A tall, imposing wolflike figure in a snappy fedora is outside smoking an expensive cigar
Riotan is sitting not far away, redoing the runes carved onto his scales with his scimitar.
"Hey kid" he flashes a dark-eyed glance at Riotan. "Loving the runes" his voice is suave yet punctuated with a new-york accent
“Sure. I saw Lolth descend into her pits, and I’m the kid.” He scoffs.
"Ay, loosen up a little." he takes a looooooooooooong drag
“Can’t. If I do, I’ll stab myself in the arm.”
"Smarta**" he sneers
“Why thank you!” He chirps, looking up and dropping the ornate blade. “I have both, as a matter of fact. But you really should’ve gone about things more courteously.”
"Courtesy's not a priority in my line of work"
“So you’re what, a prostitute then?” He chuckles.
"Hah! Nope. I run a 'family buisness'." he makea sly air quotes
“A mafioso then? Even more attractive.”
"Sure you're not the prostitute? Or do you just throw yourself at any man you meet?"
“Man. Woman. Drider. Vampire. All of those things.” He muses. “But I don’t need money. Never have never will.”
"What about a thrill? Ever considered joining something like what I got?"
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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)
A tall, imposing wolflike figure in a snappy fedora is outside smoking an expensive cigar
Riotan is sitting not far away, redoing the runes carved onto his scales with his scimitar.
"Hey kid" he flashes a dark-eyed glance at Riotan. "Loving the runes" his voice is suave yet punctuated with a new-york accent
“Sure. I saw Lolth descend into her pits, and I’m the kid.” He scoffs.
"Ay, loosen up a little." he takes a looooooooooooong drag
“Can’t. If I do, I’ll stab myself in the arm.”
"Smarta**" he sneers
“Why thank you!” He chirps, looking up and dropping the ornate blade. “I have both, as a matter of fact. But you really should’ve gone about things more courteously.”
"Courtesy's not a priority in my line of work"
“So you’re what, a prostitute then?” He chuckles.
"Hah! Nope. I run a 'family buisness'." he makea sly air quotes
“A mafioso then? Even more attractive.”
"Sure you're not the prostitute? Or do you just throw yourself at any man you meet?"
“Man. Woman. Drider. Vampire. All of those things.” He muses. “But I don’t need money. Never have never will.”
"What about a thrill? Ever considered joining something like what I got?"
“Is it more thrilling than emerging from a cracking idol of yourself constructed from wicker and tanned human skin and ripping the faces off of eleven duergar before plaguing their citadel with visceral nightmares for a month?”
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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 tall, imposing wolflike figure in a snappy fedora is outside smoking an expensive cigar
Riotan is sitting not far away, redoing the runes carved onto his scales with his scimitar.
"Hey kid" he flashes a dark-eyed glance at Riotan. "Loving the runes" his voice is suave yet punctuated with a new-york accent
“Sure. I saw Lolth descend into her pits, and I’m the kid.” He scoffs.
"Ay, loosen up a little." he takes a looooooooooooong drag
“Can’t. If I do, I’ll stab myself in the arm.”
"Smarta**" he sneers
“Why thank you!” He chirps, looking up and dropping the ornate blade. “I have both, as a matter of fact. But you really should’ve gone about things more courteously.”
"Courtesy's not a priority in my line of work"
“So you’re what, a prostitute then?” He chuckles.
"Hah! Nope. I run a 'family buisness'." he makea sly air quotes
“A mafioso then? Even more attractive.”
"Sure you're not the prostitute? Or do you just throw yourself at any man you meet?"
“Man. Woman. Drider. Vampire. All of those things.” He muses. “But I don’t need money. Never have never will.”
"What about a thrill? Ever considered joining something like what I got?"
“Is it more thrilling than emerging from a cracking idol of yourself constructed from wicker and tanned human skin and ripping the faces off of eleven duergar before plaguing their citadel with visceral nightmares for a month?”
"Sh*t. I mean, I'm a killer, but even I think that's kinda sick"
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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)
A tall, imposing wolflike figure in a snappy fedora is outside smoking an expensive cigar
Riotan is sitting not far away, redoing the runes carved onto his scales with his scimitar.
"Hey kid" he flashes a dark-eyed glance at Riotan. "Loving the runes" his voice is suave yet punctuated with a new-york accent
“Sure. I saw Lolth descend into her pits, and I’m the kid.” He scoffs.
"Ay, loosen up a little." he takes a looooooooooooong drag
“Can’t. If I do, I’ll stab myself in the arm.”
"Smarta**" he sneers
“Why thank you!” He chirps, looking up and dropping the ornate blade. “I have both, as a matter of fact. But you really should’ve gone about things more courteously.”
"Courtesy's not a priority in my line of work"
“So you’re what, a prostitute then?” He chuckles.
"Hah! Nope. I run a 'family buisness'." he makea sly air quotes
“A mafioso then? Even more attractive.”
"Sure you're not the prostitute? Or do you just throw yourself at any man you meet?"
“Man. Woman. Drider. Vampire. All of those things.” He muses. “But I don’t need money. Never have never will.”
"What about a thrill? Ever considered joining something like what I got?"
“Is it more thrilling than emerging from a cracking idol of yourself constructed from wicker and tanned human skin and ripping the faces off of eleven duergar before plaguing their citadel with visceral nightmares for a month?”
"Sh*t. I mean, I'm a killer, but even I think that's kinda sick"
“Perks of being a demon prince, I guess.” He shrugs.
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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.
Reese is still reeling from the events with Shade, drinking again at the bar
Ash is tinkering at a table with something.
Klei is seated next to her already, his head in his hands.
Thirteen is busy dissecting the strange mushroom a few booths down.
"Hey, pal." she says, sighing
Ash leaves his table and walks over to the booth where Thirtheen resides. "Hey pal, mind taking your sh*t smelling sh*t to the bathroom? Some of us are trying to make hands around here."
“Hey…” He groans, raising his head slightly, looking worn and weary. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“Sir, I am conducting a scientific inquiry for the safety of my pupil. If you have an objection to that, you may move instead.” He says pointedly.
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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.
"What about a thrill? Ever considered joining something like what I got?"
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)
*uhhhh who you got?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*DO ya wanna continue stuff with constant?*
*I like that dbd refuses to connect me to a lobby.*
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
“Is it more thrilling than emerging from a cracking idol of yourself constructed from wicker and tanned human skin and ripping the faces off of eleven duergar before plaguing their citadel with visceral nightmares for a month?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Reese and Ash*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I feel that*
8ooo, we should dbd together sometime?*
"Sh*t. I mean, I'm a killer, but even I think that's kinda sick"
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)
Klei is seated next to her already, his head in his hands.
Thirteen is busy dissecting the strange mushroom a few booths down.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Perks of being a demon prince, I guess.” He shrugs.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Im back, anybody want to roleplay? If not I’ll just be here, existing.*
*Course!!! Theren and a friend of mine have all set up lobbies recently to play :)*
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
“Hey…” He groans, raising his head slightly, looking worn and weary. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“Sir, I am conducting a scientific inquiry for the safety of my pupil. If you have an objection to that, you may move instead.” He says pointedly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Who do you want to role play with?*
*oooo, yay!*