"usually it comes up one way or another?" timber smiles sheepishly "I dont think I ever got your name?"
"Sable" She offers her hand, "Nice to meet you"
"timber" they shake it, pretending to bite it
She flinches at the pretend bite before laughing and flicking his head, "Yeah yeah, pleased to meet you"
"its nice to find someone whos chill interacting with vampires"
"I've met a lot of different people. Besides, if you're this open about it and none of those churches have an issue with you, can't be that bad a vampire" She smiles
"usually it comes up one way or another?" timber smiles sheepishly "I dont think I ever got your name?"
"Sable" She offers her hand, "Nice to meet you"
"timber" they shake it, pretending to bite it
She flinches at the pretend bite before laughing and flicking his head, "Yeah yeah, pleased to meet you"
"its nice to find someone whos chill interacting with vampires"
"I've met a lot of different people. Besides, if you're this open about it and none of those churches have an issue with you, can't be that bad a vampire" She smiles
"well... there are a few churches that are mad at me.... but thats for a diffrent reason entirelly" timber pulls out a flintlock and spins it around on hand "they dont agree with piracy, but those days were forced behind me"
"usually it comes up one way or another?" timber smiles sheepishly "I dont think I ever got your name?"
"Sable" She offers her hand, "Nice to meet you"
"timber" they shake it, pretending to bite it
She flinches at the pretend bite before laughing and flicking his head, "Yeah yeah, pleased to meet you"
"its nice to find someone whos chill interacting with vampires"
"I've met a lot of different people. Besides, if you're this open about it and none of those churches have an issue with you, can't be that bad a vampire" She smiles
"well... there are a few churches that are mad at me.... but thats for a diffrent reason entirelly" timber pulls out a flintlock and spins it around on hand "they dont agree with piracy, but those days were forced behind me"
She tilts her head, "I see. I have a feeling a certain one would be fond of you." She hums
"usually it comes up one way or another?" timber smiles sheepishly "I dont think I ever got your name?"
"Sable" She offers her hand, "Nice to meet you"
"timber" they shake it, pretending to bite it
She flinches at the pretend bite before laughing and flicking his head, "Yeah yeah, pleased to meet you"
"its nice to find someone whos chill interacting with vampires"
"I've met a lot of different people. Besides, if you're this open about it and none of those churches have an issue with you, can't be that bad a vampire" She smiles
"well... there are a few churches that are mad at me.... but thats for a diffrent reason entirelly" timber pulls out a flintlock and spins it around on hand "they dont agree with piracy, but those days were forced behind me"
She tilts her head, "I see. I have a feeling a certain one would be fond of you." She hums
"meh, I try to stay out of religous maters, mainly because it physically hurts to step on 'holy ground'"
Simon is outside, smoking. He impatiently taps his boot-clad foot on the ground, thinking to himself, it seems. He has opted to wear a skeletal balaclava today, the grinning smile of the lower jaw almost a mockery of what he can't feel. His glove-hand twitched a bit, shaking as he held the cigarette between his fingers.
Sam was breaking up a fight on the docks which has ended up with him getting a punch to the eye, resulting in a black eye and a slightly busted nose. He sits on the docks edge, legs dangling off the edge, as he holds a cloth sack with some ice in it to his eye.
Simon is outside, smoking. He impatiently taps his boot-clad foot on the ground, thinking to himself, it seems. He has opted to wear a skeletal balaclava today, the grinning smile of the lower jaw almost a mockery of what he can't feel. His glove-hand twitched a bit, shaking as he held the cigarette between his fingers.
Sam was breaking up a fight on the docks which has ended up with him getting a punch to the eye, resulting in a black eye and a slightly busted nose. He sits on the docks edge, legs dangling off the edge, as he holds a cloth sack with some ice in it to his eye.
An angry and pale gnome walks over to him. “OI! WHY’D YA STOP THE FIGHT? I HAD MONEY ON ME WINNING!” He doesn’t seem to have any damage from the scrap.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
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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)
*Rp? I've decided to play CRSE after they meet* Someone in a green hood has set up a makeshift archery range just outside the woods. They fire bullseye after bullseye into a straw bale with a high-tech-looking bow. A well-built young man in leather armor is tying up a horse outside the inn. A small round bronze shield and a spear lie nearby on the ground. Alone on the grass, a girl dances gracefully—her white cardigan and skirt contrasting against her dark brown skin, deep as the night sky above. A blonde girl in a pink sundress wanders through the woods, looking around for something.
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
She hears a soft male voice behind her. "Spread your feet a little more."
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
She hears a soft male voice behind her. "Spread your feet a little more."
She pauses for a moment, before widening her stance slightly and going for another thrusting strike at the target. The pole strikes true, poking the dummy in its chest and causing it to sway slightly- but unlike last time, she's slightly less wobbly afterwards. "Thanks."
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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)
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
She hears a soft male voice behind her. "Spread your feet a little more."
She pauses for a moment, before widening her stance slightly and going for another thrusting strike at the target. The pole strikes true, poking the dummy in its chest and causing it to sway slightly- but unlike last time, she's slightly less wobbly afterwards. "Thanks."
"There you go. Spears are tricky to master, but once you get the hang of it, there's no end to the possible fighting styles you can use." The speaker steps into her field of vision, and you can see it's a teenage boy in overalls. His eyes and his skin are the same warm brown. He holds a spear and a small shield casually. "I'm partial to hoplite style myself"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
She hears a soft male voice behind her. "Spread your feet a little more."
She pauses for a moment, before widening her stance slightly and going for another thrusting strike at the target. The pole strikes true, poking the dummy in its chest and causing it to sway slightly- but unlike last time, she's slightly less wobbly afterwards. "Thanks."
"There you go. Spears are tricky to master, but once you get the hang of it, there's no end to the possible fighting styles you can use." The speaker steps into her field of vision, and you can see it's a teenage boy in overalls. His eyes and his skin are the same warm brown. He holds a spear and a small shield casually. "I'm partial to hoplite style myself"
"Their versatility is part of the reason I chose to try a spear. Not sure which style I'll try, though." She smiles a bit, before repeating the motion and hitting the target in its side, maintaining her footing just the tiniest bit better than last time. "I want to have one hand able to cast spells still, but I don't know if there's a set style for that."
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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)
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
She hears a soft male voice behind her. "Spread your feet a little more."
She pauses for a moment, before widening her stance slightly and going for another thrusting strike at the target. The pole strikes true, poking the dummy in its chest and causing it to sway slightly- but unlike last time, she's slightly less wobbly afterwards. "Thanks."
"There you go. Spears are tricky to master, but once you get the hang of it, there's no end to the possible fighting styles you can use." The speaker steps into her field of vision, and you can see it's a teenage boy in overalls. His eyes and his skin are the same warm brown. He holds a spear and a small shield casually. "I'm partial to hoplite style myself"
"Their versatility is part of the reason I chose to try a spear. Not sure which style I'll try, though." She smiles a bit, before repeating the motion and hitting the target in its side, maintaining her footing just the tiniest bit better than last time. "I want to have one hand able to cast spells still, but I don't know if there's a set style for that."
"Well, hoplite style only has one hand on the spear. Usually you use a shield in your off-hand, but I guess you could use it for spells too." He assumes a spartan stance, with his shield up and his spear protruding. "See, it's a defensive style."
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
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"Sable" She offers her hand, "Nice to meet you"
"timber" they shake it, pretending to bite it
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
She flinches at the pretend bite before laughing and flicking his head, "Yeah yeah, pleased to meet you"
"its nice to find someone whos chill interacting with vampires"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"I've met a lot of different people. Besides, if you're this open about it and none of those churches have an issue with you, can't be that bad a vampire" She smiles
"well... there are a few churches that are mad at me.... but thats for a diffrent reason entirelly" timber pulls out a flintlock and spins it around on hand "they dont agree with piracy, but those days were forced behind me"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
She tilts her head, "I see. I have a feeling a certain one would be fond of you." She hums
"meh, I try to stay out of religous maters, mainly because it physically hurts to step on 'holy ground'"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*gtg, see ya tomorrow!*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Stay safe!*
Simon is outside, smoking. He impatiently taps his boot-clad foot on the ground, thinking to himself, it seems. He has opted to wear a skeletal balaclava today, the grinning smile of the lower jaw almost a mockery of what he can't feel. His glove-hand twitched a bit, shaking as he held the cigarette between his fingers.
Sam was breaking up a fight on the docks which has ended up with him getting a punch to the eye, resulting in a black eye and a slightly busted nose. He sits on the docks edge, legs dangling off the edge, as he holds a cloth sack with some ice in it to his eye.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
An angry and pale gnome walks over to him. “OI! WHY’D YA STOP THE FIGHT? I HAD MONEY ON ME WINNING!” He doesn’t seem to have any damage from the scrap.
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I am The Grand Envisioner!
*hi*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*Good afternoon, everyone!*
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
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)
*Rp? I've decided to play CRSE after they meet*
Someone in a green hood has set up a makeshift archery range just outside the woods. They fire bullseye after bullseye into a straw bale with a high-tech-looking bow.
A well-built young man in leather armor is tying up a horse outside the inn. A small round bronze shield and a spear lie nearby on the ground.
Alone on the grass, a girl dances gracefully—her white cardigan and skirt contrasting against her dark brown skin, deep as the night sky above.
A blonde girl in a pink sundress wanders through the woods, looking around for something.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
She hears a soft male voice behind her. "Spread your feet a little more."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
She pauses for a moment, before widening her stance slightly and going for another thrusting strike at the target. The pole strikes true, poking the dummy in its chest and causing it to sway slightly- but unlike last time, she's slightly less wobbly afterwards. "Thanks."
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)
"There you go. Spears are tricky to master, but once you get the hang of it, there's no end to the possible fighting styles you can use." The speaker steps into her field of vision, and you can see it's a teenage boy in overalls. His eyes and his skin are the same warm brown. He holds a spear and a small shield casually. "I'm partial to hoplite style myself"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"Their versatility is part of the reason I chose to try a spear. Not sure which style I'll try, though." She smiles a bit, before repeating the motion and hitting the target in its side, maintaining her footing just the tiniest bit better than last time. "I want to have one hand able to cast spells still, but I don't know if there's a set style for that."
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)
"Well, hoplite style only has one hand on the spear. Usually you use a shield in your off-hand, but I guess you could use it for spells too." He assumes a spartan stance, with his shield up and his spear protruding. "See, it's a defensive style."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose