*bleh. I want to RP now but my characters feel.. bland.*
*That’s an absolutely awful feeling but I completely understand that.*
*I want to play my TV talk show host but he is only drawn to negative folk and needs their emotions to appear. The rest of my characters.. I don't know.*
*I don’t know if I could do anything about that, but I might be able to do something about that. Do you want any of mine?*
*It's all good, I'm probably just gonna go to bed ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
*hello i'm back! I still have my pirate* Mckinley is still in the tavern at the bar, this time with some pie and cider.
She's only a liiiiitttle drunk
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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)
*bleh. I want to RP now but my characters feel.. bland.*
*That’s an absolutely awful feeling but I completely understand that.*
*I want to play my TV talk show host but he is only drawn to negative folk and needs their emotions to appear. The rest of my characters.. I don't know.*
*I don’t know if I could do anything about that, but I might be able to do something about that. Do you want any of mine?*
*It's all good, I'm probably just gonna go to bed ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Sleep well my lovely friend :)*
*See you around bro, take care of yourself too buddy, love you dearly.*
*I’m back yall, if only for a moment. Anybody else here?*
*I'm here! You up for rp, be it old interactions or new?*
*I am happy for either, it’s up to you if you want one or another.*
*Works with me! Now, let me see...*
Omori is in her Starry Form, still figuring out just how this stellar power works.
KK finds the clearing where the Seer's Shadow is continuing to accumulate power, and immediately flees the scene with absolute terror.
Tim walks through the forest, a look of fear in his eyes as clings to his book nearby.
Henry also learned about the clearing, but had an entirely different reaction, finding it more interesting than anything he’s ever encountered, this is the closest to a eldritch god he’s found.
The druid-in-training sees Tim and walks over, her constellations trailing behind her. "Hey, Tim. I- Is everything alright?" She asks, sensing his worry.
KK notices Henry just chilling near the epicenter of an Elder Evil's accumulating power and madness, and goes over to him, panic in all her eyes. "Please tell me I'm not the only one seeing this..."
He shakes his head, shivering “I… someone died… and I… I couldn’t help…” He says, looking down at the ground, looking at his spell book.
He looks up to her, writing in his own journal, his eyes with that same familiar madness she saw within his eyes before, though much more intense this time “No, no , no it is amazing isn’t it?” He walks over to her, holding her.
Omori is surprised for a few seconds, but silent, placing a hand gently on his shoulder, just trying to be comforting but not finding the words.
She looks out at the clearing with a similar madness for a moment, before looking back to him with worry once more. "It's... it frightens me, I'll admit. I know this one. It's beautiful, sure... but it's the source of a lot of pain."
Tim shivers even greater at their touch before breaking down into tears, hugging them tightly as tears fall down his face.
He shakes himself out of his reverence, putting his journal away slowly, noticing her worry fully “I… I’m sorry… I shouldn’t let myself be taken in by the… I won’t let myself be consumed by it.” He gives her a kiss, before letting go “We should… we should go…”
She is surprised for a few seconds, just hugging him back- starting to cry a bit herself just from everything that's been happening today.
"...I- no, you're right. I shouldn't let myself... I won't let it take me either. Not again." She responds, seemingly having difficulty resisting the call herself- she keeps catching herself looking back at the clearing as they leave, forcing herself to pull her gaze forward.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“I… I just… my dad always told me I’m stronger than my brother and sister… but I just… a froze… I couldn’t… I just watched them… die… I’m… I’m so sorry I’m telling you all of this.”
Henry begins to slowly step away from the clearing, holding them and making sure not to look back. He doesn’t let himself be shaken by the madness, his silver eyes shining even more than before, seemingly magically enhanced by being so close.
*hello i'm back! I still have my pirate* Mckinley is still in the tavern at the bar, this time with some pie and cider.
She's only a liiiiitttle drunk
Barnacle sits back down next to her, he’s heavily drunk, and enjoying every moment of it.
"Aaannd then i punched 'im!" she laughs
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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)
*bleh. I want to RP now but my characters feel.. bland.*
*That’s an absolutely awful feeling but I completely understand that.*
*I want to play my TV talk show host but he is only drawn to negative folk and needs their emotions to appear. The rest of my characters.. I don't know.*
*I can portray like three different negative characters at any given moment*
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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.
*hello i'm back! I still have my pirate* Mckinley is still in the tavern at the bar, this time with some pie and cider.
She's only a liiiiitttle drunk
Barnacle sits back down next to her, he’s heavily drunk, and enjoying every moment of it.
"Aaannd then i punched 'im!" she laughs
He cackles with them, slamming the counter, the wood warping.
"Whoa! yER STRONG!"
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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… I just… my dad always told me I’m stronger than my brother and sister… but I just… a froze… I couldn’t… I just watched them… die… I’m… I’m so sorry I’m telling you all of this.”
Henry begins to slowly step away from the clearing, holding them and making sure not to look back. He doesn’t let himself be shaken by the madness, his silver eyes shining even more than before, seemingly magically enhanced by being so close.
She continues to hug him for as long as he needs. "N- No, it's... it's fine. You can tell me if you need to. I'm here for you."
KK follows him away from the epicenter of madness, holding onto him as well. Her eyes, though not at all magical, hold a solemn sense of both grief and curiosity- she seems to be struggling more with resisting its call than Henry is. For the briefest moment, she pauses in her walk away, before she takes a breath and presses onward.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“I… I just… my dad always told me I’m stronger than my brother and sister… but I just… a froze… I couldn’t… I just watched them… die… I’m… I’m so sorry I’m telling you all of this.”
Henry begins to slowly step away from the clearing, holding them and making sure not to look back. He doesn’t let himself be shaken by the madness, his silver eyes shining even more than before, seemingly magically enhanced by being so close.
She continues to hug him for as long as he needs. "N- No, it's... it's fine. You can tell me if you need to. I'm here for you."
KK follows him away from the epicenter of madness, holding onto him as well. Her eyes, though not at all magical, hold a solemn sense of both grief and curiosity- she seems to be struggling more with resisting its call than Henry is. For the briefest moment, she pauses in her walk away, before she takes a breath and presses onward.
Eventually he lets go of them, stepping back and leaning against a nearby tree, “T-thank you… you’re the best Omori.”
Henry leads them back to the warehouse, closing and locking the door behind him, and suddenly a weight seems to lift off of him as he is no longer in the same air as the clearing. He drops to the ground, sitting there for a moment and quaking, opening his eyes as they shake, before looking up to her.
*hello i'm back! I still have my pirate* Mckinley is still in the tavern at the bar, this time with some pie and cider.
She's only a liiiiitttle drunk
Barnacle sits back down next to her, he’s heavily drunk, and enjoying every moment of it.
"Aaannd then i punched 'im!" she laughs
He cackles with them, slamming the counter, the wood warping.
"Whoa! yER STRONG!"
He looks at the wood breaking and cackles again “Guess I am!”
"Say, iiiiimmmm looking for a cabin boy, have you seen a young lad or lass around here?"
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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)
*It's all good, I'm probably just gonna go to bed ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Sleep well my lovely friend :)*
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
She's only a liiiiitttle drunk
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)
*See you around bro, take care of yourself too buddy, love you dearly.*
Barnacle sits back down next to her, he’s heavily drunk, and enjoying every moment of it.
*hmm, I have a possible idea for a character I might like… they’re sort of based off of Calypso*
She is surprised for a few seconds, just hugging him back- starting to cry a bit herself just from everything that's been happening today.
"...I- no, you're right. I shouldn't let myself... I won't let it take me either. Not again." She responds, seemingly having difficulty resisting the call herself- she keeps catching herself looking back at the clearing as they leave, forcing herself to pull her gaze forward.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Cut for Yvonne.*
“I… I just… my dad always told me I’m stronger than my brother and sister… but I just… a froze… I couldn’t… I just watched them… die… I’m… I’m so sorry I’m telling you all of this.”
Henry begins to slowly step away from the clearing, holding them and making sure not to look back. He doesn’t let himself be shaken by the madness, his silver eyes shining even more than before, seemingly magically enhanced by being so close.
"Aaannd then i punched 'im!" she laughs
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)
He cackles with them, slamming the counter, the wood warping.
*I can portray like three different negative characters at any given moment*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Whoa! yER STRONG!"
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)
She continues to hug him for as long as he needs. "N- No, it's... it's fine. You can tell me if you need to. I'm here for you."
KK follows him away from the epicenter of madness, holding onto him as well. Her eyes, though not at all magical, hold a solemn sense of both grief and curiosity- she seems to be struggling more with resisting its call than Henry is. For the briefest moment, she pauses in her walk away, before she takes a breath and presses onward.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*...*
*What if my villain was a little bit... Bill Cypher-y?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He looks at the wood breaking and cackles again “Guess I am!”
*oooooooooooooooh*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Eventually he lets go of them, stepping back and leaning against a nearby tree, “T-thank you… you’re the best Omori.”
Henry leads them back to the warehouse, closing and locking the door behind him, and suddenly a weight seems to lift off of him as he is no longer in the same air as the clearing. He drops to the ground, sitting there for a moment and quaking, opening his eyes as they shake, before looking up to her.
*Oh hey there Jobah, buddy.*
"Say, iiiiimmmm looking for a cabin boy, have you seen a young lad or lass around here?"
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 party that never ends*
*Where the worm never dies*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I seen some, but nobody built for the sea. I’d be happy ta find ya one when I ain’t working on anything.”