*like, my own versions of vampires with different lore and abilities and stuff.*
*I’m trying to figure out why they haven’t overrun literally half the world already, considering they can spread as fast as most diseases and aren’t limited by not being sentient.*
*like, my own versions of vampires with different lore and abilities and stuff.*
*I’m trying to figure out why they haven’t overrun literally half the world already, considering they can spread as fast as most diseases and aren’t limited by not being sentient.*
*like, my own versions of vampires with different lore and abilities and stuff.*
*I’m trying to figure out why they haven’t overrun literally half the world already, considering they can spread as fast as most diseases and aren’t limited by not being sentient.*
*Vaccination*
*my original idea was far more complicated but you know what that does make a lot more sense*
*what do you think would happen if you just… injected garlic into your veins?*
*like, my own versions of vampires with different lore and abilities and stuff.*
*I’m trying to figure out why they haven’t overrun literally half the world already, considering they can spread as fast as most diseases and aren’t limited by not being sentient.*
*Vaccination*
*my original idea was far more complicated but you know what that does make a lot more sense*
*what do you think would happen if you just… injected garlic into your veins?*
*Garlic has a lot of oil in it. Oil is fat.*
*Take a second to think about it.*
*What happens when a lump of fat (filled with delicious chemical defenses) enters your veins?*
*like, my own versions of vampires with different lore and abilities and stuff.*
*I’m trying to figure out why they haven’t overrun literally half the world already, considering they can spread as fast as most diseases and aren’t limited by not being sentient.*
*Vaccination*
*my original idea was far more complicated but you know what that does make a lot more sense*
*what do you think would happen if you just… injected garlic into your veins?*
*Garlic has a lot of oil in it. Oil is fat.*
*Take a second to think about it.*
*What happens when a lump of fat (filled with delicious chemical defenses) enters your veins?*
Basil Foster, a name that sets fear into even the bravest of men down in the south. A criminal of sorts, though if you use that term when addressing him.. you may want to hide for the rest of your life. The patience of a saint and a fuse shorter than most sticks of dynamite, Basil has been wanted for many crimes. His first time was for arson when he burnt down the Mayor's home one summer night, the earliest time has been for murder as he publicly hung a corrupt politician who squandered money from the good folks who worked hard to earn their daily bread. He seems himself a vigilante but can you call someone that if they still take a man's life without batting an eye?
Standing 5'11 with skin that is tanned from the sun and scarred with bullet wounds, whip lashing, bladed stabs, and even a chemical burn on his left shoulder. His eyes resemblance the foggy mornings, a light grey color flecked with bits of blue. He has short, but somewhat well kept brown hair that follows down his chin to a scruffy beard. His teeth aren't like a normal man's, no, they are sharp and canine in a way. On his neck is a tattoo resembling a chain loop, always going and never ending.
Basil, currently on the run from the law, has somehow ended up in Lord's Rest. Posters for his arrest have been set up around town, folks from down south hunting him for a mighty fine reward. Little do they know that the man they seek is hiding in the woods, deep from eyes that might pry.
He sits before a campfire, his horse tied up to a tree as it munches away on grass. Basil stares at the fire, his right hand propping up his head as he watches the flames lick at the wooden logs.
A pair of pale orange eyes cut through the darkness and smoke as soft, melodic clinking can be heard.
A strugel with red spirals on his cheeks walks over, dressed in plate armor and a metal top hat. He is armed with an appropriately small axe and shield, all made of strange and beautiful black metal with silvery spiral patterns worked into the steel. He tips his hat to Basil and offers the horse a sugar cube.
The man quickly stands up, pulling out a shotgun from somewhere behind him. With a click of the hammer, it's ready to be fired. He narrows his eyes and snarls "Got thirty seconds to explain who the hell you are friend."
*Finally made something to cause an issue for the Black Crown, and as a result and more importantly, the Sins still in town.*
*ooh, fun. I really should use Mary-Anne, the sin of Gluttony, more. Because I really like her character, despite only using her about three times so far.*
*Finally made something to cause an issue for the Black Crown, and as a result and more importantly, the Sins still in town.*
*ooh, fun. I really should use Mary-Anne, the sin of Gluttony, more. Because I really like her character, despite only using her about three times so far.*
*They will be killing some of the sins, at least one of mine, maybe more. They are based off the Dismemberment Song!*
*Finally made something to cause an issue for the Black Crown, and as a result and more importantly, the Sins still in town.*
*ooh, fun. I really should use Mary-Anne, the sin of Gluttony, more. Because I really like her character, despite only using her about three times so far.*
*They will be killing some of the sins, at least one of mine, maybe more. They are based off the Dismemberment Song!*
*ooh, fun. Also*
*Hoooooolllld still, my sweet, I’m tryin’ to measure, the space between your molar and your jaw!*
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*I’m deciding to make my own vampires.*
*like, my own versions of vampires with different lore and abilities and stuff.*
*I’m trying to figure out why they haven’t overrun literally half the world already, considering they can spread as fast as most diseases and aren’t limited by not being sentient.*
They stare to the portal, flabbergasted
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Vaccination*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*my original idea was far more complicated but you know what that does make a lot more sense*
*what do you think would happen if you just… injected garlic into your veins?*
*Garlic has a lot of oil in it. Oil is fat.*
*Take a second to think about it.*
*What happens when a lump of fat (filled with delicious chemical defenses) enters your veins?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I’m imagining nothing good then*
*but that doesn’t mean people won’t try it.*
The man quickly stands up, pulling out a shotgun from somewhere behind him. With a click of the hammer, it's ready to be fired. He narrows his eyes and snarls "Got thirty seconds to explain who the hell you are 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
*Max Payne needs to get off my Tumblr for you page because if I got down that hole, I will end up in hell.*
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
*Finally made something to cause an issue for the Black Crown, and as a result and more importantly, the Sins still in town.*
*ooh, fun. I really should use Mary-Anne, the sin of Gluttony, more. Because I really like her character, despite only using her about three times so far.*
He steps in
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She shakes her head “No, when I ran, I didn’t get the chance to look back, but… I think they’d forgive me.”
Benimaru is standing over the corpse of an extinguished infernal, doing their final rites.
He slowly begins to come into his own, making some water after putting them under.
*They will be killing some of the sins, at least one of mine, maybe more. They are based off the Dismemberment Song!*
*ooh, fun. Also*
*Hoooooolllld still, my sweet, I’m tryin’ to measure, the space between your molar and your jaw!*