He walks over to them, smiling at them “They aren’t going to hurt you right?” He says, pulling something, a pure white orb that seems to be made of crystal, “I’m not worried about myself for a moment. Take this, if it looks like I’m about to die, use it. You’ll understand what it does when you do.” He chuckles, “Until then, I should get my face cleaned up.”
"My Dearest nearly killed me, so that's fun.." he shrugs. "She's... a lot."
"Yeah, he's my friend, of course I like him." they smile, pressing the stone to their chest.
He shakes his head, sighing “Sounds like you’ve got someone fiery, bet she loves you a lot though.”
“You know that’s not what I meant, you hold that thing really close, but I’m not one to talk I guess.” He says, smiling a little less.
"She does." he chuckles. "She seemed to think me selfish for what I did.."
"I like his warmth.. it's like the sun's, but also soothing..."
“I mean, if I was in her place, and you almost died, I might have thought the same.” He says with a shrug.
“Okay… how often are you around him?” He asks out of pure curiosity.
"Well, bringing you back was worth it. You're the only thing Saph's been able to love since... I shouldn't say, but.. point is, she needs you... Ambrosia? She could easily find somebody else, i'm not a big deal."
"Not too often, we've only just recently met."
Damian puts down his things, takes off his gloves, and punches Xavier in the face for 1 damage. He then goes back to doing his things “Say that again and I’ll punch you in the face again.”
“Hmm, okay. You guys seem like really good friends though.”
"And what the [GP] was that for?..." he says, rubbing his snout."
"I mean its not like I could possibly like him like that... right?.."
“If she loves you, no matter how much, losing you would mean everything to her. I barely value myself above garbage, and I know that.”
“It’s probably possible… I mean, gods have fallen in love before… I think.”
"But shes had plenty of people better than me."
"I know, I know.. my older sister got married, but then her husband died. I think he's alive now, though."
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"My Dearest nearly killed me, so that's fun.." he shrugs. "She's... a lot."
"Yeah, he's my friend, of course I like him." they smile, pressing the stone to their chest.
He shakes his head, sighing “Sounds like you’ve got someone fiery, bet she loves you a lot though.”
“You know that’s not what I meant, you hold that thing really close, but I’m not one to talk I guess.” He says, smiling a little less.
"She does." he chuckles. "She seemed to think me selfish for what I did.."
"I like his warmth.. it's like the sun's, but also soothing..."
“I mean, if I was in her place, and you almost died, I might have thought the same.” He says with a shrug.
“Okay… how often are you around him?” He asks out of pure curiosity.
"Well, bringing you back was worth it. You're the only thing Saph's been able to love since... I shouldn't say, but.. point is, she needs you... Ambrosia? She could easily find somebody else, i'm not a big deal."
"Not too often, we've only just recently met."
Damian puts down his things, takes off his gloves, and punches Xavier in the face for 1 damage. He then goes back to doing his things “Say that again and I’ll punch you in the face again.”
“Hmm, okay. You guys seem like really good friends though.”
"And what the [GP] was that for?..." he says, rubbing his snout."
"I mean its not like I could possibly like him like that... right?.."
“If she loves you, no matter how much, losing you would mean everything to her. I barely value myself above garbage, and I know that.”
“It’s probably possible… I mean, gods have fallen in love before… I think.”
"But shes had plenty of people better than me."
"I know, I know.. my older sister got married, but then her husband died. I think he's alive now, though."
He takes off his mittens again, walking over to them, “Could you say that again so I can punch you?” He politely asks.
“So you can too, and that guy doesn’t look like he’s gonna die any time soon. Wait… he died and now he’s alive?”
*Reality breaking silly little guy who is literally a full grown man trying to save different versions of himself from dying die to an entity killing them off.*
*Reality breaking silly little guy who is literally a full grown man trying to save different versions of himself from dying die to an entity killing them off.*
(hi wendo)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Every single one of you is comin' to my mind Bring 'em all together, can you stack 'em in a line? Jealousy is gonna be your failure, not mine Winnin'-in'-in' (winnin'-in'-in')
*Reality breaking silly little guy who is literally a full grown man trying to save different versions of himself from dying die to an entity killing them off.*
*Reality breaking silly little guy who is literally a full grown man trying to save different versions of himself from dying die to an entity killing them off.*
Austin is heating up some oil on the stove. He has several breaded but raw chicken legs beside him. He's checking the temperature of the oil frequently, seemingly slightly frustrated as he snacks on chocolates.
Austin is heating up some oil on the stove. He has several breaded but raw chicken legs beside him. He's checking the temperature of the oil frequently, seemingly slightly frustrated as he snacks on chocolates.
*Cool, let me introduce my Heckna boi rq*
Someone walks over to them. They are wearing a mask that seems to cover their entire face, but from what they can see, they’re an Aasimar. Around 5’11 to 6’0, scrawny, lanky. The mask depicts the smiling half of the Theater. He seems to look at them, though there are no eye holes in the mask, his voice young, late teenager at the oldest, nervous “H-hello.”
Austin is heating up some oil on the stove. He has several breaded but raw chicken legs beside him. He's checking the temperature of the oil frequently, seemingly slightly frustrated as he snacks on chocolates.
*Cool, let me introduce my Heckna boi rq*
Someone walks over to them. They are wearing a mask that seems to cover their entire face, but from what they can see, they’re an Aasimar. Around 5’11 to 6’0, scrawny, lanky. The mask depicts the smiling half of the Theater. He seems to look at them, though there are no eye holes in the mask, his voice young, late teenager at the oldest, nervous “H-hello.”
Despite watching him approach, the little ringmaster flinches slightly when the aasimar speaks. Then he puts on a smile. "Hey! I'm frying some wonderful, delicious, succulent chicken! It's fresh from a local farm, too! You interested?"
Austin is heating up some oil on the stove. He has several breaded but raw chicken legs beside him. He's checking the temperature of the oil frequently, seemingly slightly frustrated as he snacks on chocolates.
*Cool, let me introduce my Heckna boi rq*
Someone walks over to them. They are wearing a mask that seems to cover their entire face, but from what they can see, they’re an Aasimar. Around 5’11 to 6’0, scrawny, lanky. The mask depicts the smiling half of the Theater. He seems to look at them, though there are no eye holes in the mask, his voice young, late teenager at the oldest, nervous “H-hello.”
Despite watching him approach, the little ringmaster flinches slightly when the aasimar speaks. Then he puts on a smile. "Hey! I'm frying some wonderful, delicious, succulent chicken! It's fresh from a local farm, too! You interested?"
He nods a little bit, his gloved hands clasped together, thumbs fidgeting as he seems to stare at his own shadow, before saying “Would you like to see a magic trick while we wait?” He still has that nervousness, but pulls out a coin to do the trick with.
Austin is heating up some oil on the stove. He has several breaded but raw chicken legs beside him. He's checking the temperature of the oil frequently, seemingly slightly frustrated as he snacks on chocolates.
*stop that's my dead name holy [GP]*
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Austin is heating up some oil on the stove. He has several breaded but raw chicken legs beside him. He's checking the temperature of the oil frequently, seemingly slightly frustrated as he snacks on chocolates.
*stop that's my dead name holy [GP]*
*I'm sorry, would you like me to change it?*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
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*Cut for Arch.*
He walks over to them, smiling at them “They aren’t going to hurt you right?” He says, pulling something, a pure white orb that seems to be made of crystal, “I’m not worried about myself for a moment. Take this, if it looks like I’m about to die, use it. You’ll understand what it does when you do.” He chuckles, “Until then, I should get my face cleaned up.”
"But shes had plenty of people better than me."
"I know, I know.. my older sister got married, but then her husband died. I think he's alive now, though."
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>?
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
He takes off his mittens again, walking over to them, “Could you say that again so I can punch you?” He politely asks.
“So you can too, and that guy doesn’t look like he’s gonna die any time soon. Wait… he died and now he’s alive?”
*Reality breaking silly little guy who is literally a full grown man trying to save different versions of himself from dying die to an entity killing them off.*
[I'm fucking done with existing]
(hi wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Every single one of you is comin' to my mind
Bring 'em all together, can you stack 'em in a line?
Jealousy is gonna be your failure, not mine
Winnin'-in'-in' (winnin'-in'-in')
*Love a reality breaking, silly little guy.*
*I crave violence and chaos*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
*Bleh.. I feel like [GP].*
[I'm fucking done with existing]
*I won’t even ask if I can help, wanna talk or something?*
*You good mate?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
*Anybody here who wanna rp?*
*I'm here*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
*Do you wanna rp?*
*Have a strugel. I'm gonna intro a robot soon.*
Austin is heating up some oil on the stove. He has several breaded but raw chicken legs beside him. He's checking the temperature of the oil frequently, seemingly slightly frustrated as he snacks on chocolates.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Cool, let me introduce my Heckna boi rq*
Someone walks over to them. They are wearing a mask that seems to cover their entire face, but from what they can see, they’re an Aasimar. Around 5’11 to 6’0, scrawny, lanky. The mask depicts the smiling half of the Theater. He seems to look at them, though there are no eye holes in the mask, his voice young, late teenager at the oldest, nervous “H-hello.”
Despite watching him approach, the little ringmaster flinches slightly when the aasimar speaks. Then he puts on a smile. "Hey! I'm frying some wonderful, delicious, succulent chicken! It's fresh from a local farm, too! You interested?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*no one on discord is responding to my clever memes and it's damaging my self esteem*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He nods a little bit, his gloved hands clasped together, thumbs fidgeting as he seems to stare at his own shadow, before saying “Would you like to see a magic trick while we wait?” He still has that nervousness, but pulls out a coin to do the trick with.
*stop that's my dead name holy [GP]*
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>?
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
*I'm sorry, would you like me to change it?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.