*I have a job-shadowing tomorrow but i have to wear dress pants and a dress shirt. My dad wants me to make a good impression. any tips on how i can put up with the outfit for almost 8 hours?*
The Miner, having been freed from his cell, is stumbling through the halls. A golden sun shining radiant light floats near him and illuminates the dark shadows. He seems to be shielding his eyes from the sun's light.
The footsteps stop. The light still shines, like a red stain on the floor, and the heavy breathing still shreds the nerves.
"Do you really care who I am, or does it matter more what my intent is? Let's play a game. You ask me as many questions as you want, and I will answer truthfully, but when I answer, you take a step toward this corner. If you ever feel the need to back out, you can start running at any point. But if I turn out to be a threat, I doubt you'll be able to outrun me."
It's about three more steps until he reaches the turn.
“Alright… who are you? No vague answers.” If the voice answers, he takes a step forwards.
A chuckle. "Starting with the hard ones, are we? Alright. I could tell you my name, but that wouldn't be helpful, would it? My species is only part of me, as is my occupation. What makes up a person is experiences. So I'll tell you a story."
"One time, I caught a whale all on my own, using a custom harpoon gun and flensing knife. Inside were thousands of eyes, all gold. I took them all, and had them melted down and fused with my blood to create harpoons, flensing knives, and other weapons. They became the most valuable weapons on the high seas. Everyone knew my name after that. And they all feared me. I am the Blacklight, Son of the Red Moon, the Golden Jaeger."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I have a job-shadowing tomorrow but i have to wear dress pants and a dress shirt. My dad wants me to make a good impression. any tips on how i can put up with the outfit for almost 8 hours?*
*No idea, sorry*
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
“TAKE MY MEDS? TAKE MY MEDS WHILE THE WORLD IS ENDING?!? ARE YOU CRAZY? Wait, of course you are. Everyone here is crazy.” He sighs, sits down, and takes his medicine he see,a to visibly relax.
"I'm not ****ING CRAZY!!!!"
“Course you aren’t. Sure.” He says sarcastically. “You can’t fool me. I am the eyes. I know everyone here is at least a little crazy. Even the workers!”
"The eyes'? You sound like the crazy one."
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Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*She's alright, sadly our awful father has made her delete her account because she's 'masquerading as a girl," and it's "suspending her delusion"*
*how have you lasted so long without getting your accounts shut down? why is it only Nikki?*
*He hasn't found mine, he just found the account, not the PMs or anything, it's bs*
*Wow, your dad must hate me. I was in multiple PMs with Nikki, and I was pretty supportive of her.*
*That's the thing, since we don't live with our dad he couldn't just log in, so he didn't see the PMs. He went through the trouble of finding her account and harassing her before telling our mother and having her delete Nikki's account*
*I have a job-shadowing tomorrow but i have to wear dress pants and a dress shirt. My dad wants me to make a good impression. any tips on how i can put up with the outfit for almost 8 hours?*
*No idea, sorry*
*my dad is also making me slick my long hair back*
The footsteps stop. The light still shines, like a red stain on the floor, and the heavy breathing still shreds the nerves.
"Do you really care who I am, or does it matter more what my intent is? Let's play a game. You ask me as many questions as you want, and I will answer truthfully, but when I answer, you take a step toward this corner. If you ever feel the need to back out, you can start running at any point. But if I turn out to be a threat, I doubt you'll be able to outrun me."
It's about three more steps until he reaches the turn.
“IM NOT CRAZY YOUR CRAZY THE WORLD IS ENDING WE-CANT-STOP-ITHELPITSGOINGTOKILLUSALL……” his voice gets so fast it’s hard to understand
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
The footsteps stop. The light still shines, like a red stain on the floor, and the heavy breathing still shreds the nerves.
"Do you really care who I am, or does it matter more what my intent is? Let's play a game. You ask me as many questions as you want, and I will answer truthfully, but when I answer, you take a step toward this corner. If you ever feel the need to back out, you can start running at any point. But if I turn out to be a threat, I doubt you'll be able to outrun me."
It's about three more steps until he reaches the turn.
“Alright… who are you? No vague answers.” If the voice answers, he takes a step forwards.
A chuckle. "Starting with the hard ones, are we? Alright. I could tell you my name, but that wouldn't be helpful, would it? My species is only part of me, as is my occupation. What makes up a person is experiences. So I'll tell you a story."
"One time, I caught a whale all on my own, using a custom harpoon gun and flensing knife. Inside were thousands of eyes, all gold. I took them all, and had them melted down and fused with my blood to create harpoons, flensing knives, and other weapons. They became the most valuable weapons on the high seas. Everyone knew my name after that. And they all feared me. I am the Blacklight, Son of the Red Moon, the Golden Jaeger."
“The blacklight? Spooky. Alright, will you try to attack me if I step too close?” If he
*I have a job-shadowing tomorrow but i have to wear dress pants and a dress shirt. My dad wants me to make a good impression. any tips on how i can put up with the outfit for almost 8 hours?*
*from personal experience I can reccomend wearing baggier dress pants and a tank top, that helps the dress shirt be comfortable and if the pants are a little baggy then they'll not chafe when you walk. Also depending on the job find a pair that are more comfortable to stand slash walk on, qnd one that favors sitting*
The footsteps stop. The light still shines, like a red stain on the floor, and the heavy breathing still shreds the nerves.
"Do you really care who I am, or does it matter more what my intent is? Let's play a game. You ask me as many questions as you want, and I will answer truthfully, but when I answer, you take a step toward this corner. If you ever feel the need to back out, you can start running at any point. But if I turn out to be a threat, I doubt you'll be able to outrun me."
It's about three more steps until he reaches the turn.
*Dang. I just have to say that that is awesome.*
*Thank you so much! Coming from you, that is a massive compliment!*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“IM NOT CRAZY YOUR CRAZY THE WORLD IS ENDING WE-CANT-STOP-ITHELPITSGOINGTOKILLUSALL……” his voice gets so fast it’s hard to understand
"Hey, hey, hey, sorry. Speaking of meds, one second." She pops a few prescription pills, namely Ritalin and Klonopin and a few other anti-anxiety and psychotic drugs.
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Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*I have a job-shadowing tomorrow but i have to wear dress pants and a dress shirt. My dad wants me to make a good impression. any tips on how i can put up with the outfit for almost 8 hours?*
*from personal experience I can reccomend wearing baggier dress pants and a tank top, that helps the dress shirt be comfortable and if the pants are a little baggy then they'll not chafe when you walk. Also depending on the job find a pair that are more comfortable to stand slash walk on, qnd one that favors sitting*
*hope any of that helps*
*i dont have a tank top. i might be able to get by with an undershirt though*
An older teen, about 16, is wandering the halls of the sanatorium. He has bright blue eyes and messy, brownish blond hair. He’s wearing a blue shirt and grey pants, as well as leather gloves and an apron, with many pockets at the front for tools. He’s focused on a small piece of lumber, which he is slowly chipping away at and carving, with a knife. How did he get a knife? They made completely sure that there was no way he could have gotten one.
*just gonna repost this if anyone else is interested*
*I have a job-shadowing tomorrow but i have to wear dress pants and a dress shirt. My dad wants me to make a good impression. any tips on how i can put up with the outfit for almost 8 hours?*
*from personal experience I can reccomend wearing baggier dress pants and a tank top, that helps the dress shirt be comfortable and if the pants are a little baggy then they'll not chafe when you walk. Also depending on the job find a pair that are more comfortable to stand slash walk on, qnd one that favors sitting*
*hope any of that helps*
*i dont have a tank top. i might be able to get by with an undershirt though*
*Fair. For an undershirt I reccomend a plain white one. It won't show up under the dress shirt too much and will serve a similar purpose*
*I have a job-shadowing tomorrow but i have to wear dress pants and a dress shirt. My dad wants me to make a good impression. any tips on how i can put up with the outfit for almost 8 hours?*
*from personal experience I can reccomend wearing baggier dress pants and a tank top, that helps the dress shirt be comfortable and if the pants are a little baggy then they'll not chafe when you walk. Also depending on the job find a pair that are more comfortable to stand slash walk on, qnd one that favors sitting*
*hope any of that helps*
*i dont have a tank top. i might be able to get by with an undershirt though*
*Fair. For an undershirt I reccomend a plain white one. It won't show up under the dress shirt too much and will serve a similar purpose*
The footsteps stop. The light still shines, like a red stain on the floor, and the heavy breathing still shreds the nerves.
"Do you really care who I am, or does it matter more what my intent is? Let's play a game. You ask me as many questions as you want, and I will answer truthfully, but when I answer, you take a step toward this corner. If you ever feel the need to back out, you can start running at any point. But if I turn out to be a threat, I doubt you'll be able to outrun me."
It's about three more steps until he reaches the turn.
“Alright… who are you? No vague answers.” If the voice answers, he takes a step forwards.
A chuckle. "Starting with the hard ones, are we? Alright. I could tell you my name, but that wouldn't be helpful, would it? My species is only part of me, as is my occupation. What makes up a person is experiences. So I'll tell you a story."
"One time, I caught a whale all on my own, using a custom harpoon gun and flensing knife. Inside were thousands of eyes, all gold. I took them all, and had them melted down and fused with my blood to create harpoons, flensing knives, and other weapons. They became the most valuable weapons on the high seas. Everyone knew my name after that. And they all feared me. I am the Blacklight, Son of the Red Moon, the Golden Jaeger."
“The blacklight? Spooky. Alright, will you try to attack me if I step too close?”
A moment of silence. The red light shifts slightly. "I think that all depends on your actions, not mine. Anyone can be reasoned with, it just depends on how easily. Simultaneously, anyone can be provoked to violence. I cannot predict the future, pureblood."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I have a job-shadowing tomorrow but i have to wear dress pants and a dress shirt. My dad wants me to make a good impression. any tips on how i can put up with the outfit for almost 8 hours?*
*from personal experience I can reccomend wearing baggier dress pants and a tank top, that helps the dress shirt be comfortable and if the pants are a little baggy then they'll not chafe when you walk. Also depending on the job find a pair that are more comfortable to stand slash walk on, qnd one that favors sitting*
*hope any of that helps*
*i dont have a tank top. i might be able to get by with an undershirt though*
*Fair. For an undershirt I reccomend a plain white one. It won't show up under the dress shirt too much and will serve a similar purpose*
*thats the only kind that i have*
*then that simplifies things :>*
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*I have a job-shadowing tomorrow but i have to wear dress pants and a dress shirt. My dad wants me to make a good impression. any tips on how i can put up with the outfit for almost 8 hours?*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*I was out a-dinnering but now I'm back.*
The Miner, having been freed from his cell, is stumbling through the halls. A golden sun shining radiant light floats near him and illuminates the dark shadows. He seems to be shielding his eyes from the sun's light.
A chuckle. "Starting with the hard ones, are we? Alright. I could tell you my name, but that wouldn't be helpful, would it? My species is only part of me, as is my occupation. What makes up a person is experiences. So I'll tell you a story."
"One time, I caught a whale all on my own, using a custom harpoon gun and flensing knife. Inside were thousands of eyes, all gold. I took them all, and had them melted down and fused with my blood to create harpoons, flensing knives, and other weapons. They became the most valuable weapons on the high seas. Everyone knew my name after that. And they all feared me. I am the Blacklight, Son of the Red Moon, the Golden Jaeger."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*No idea, sorry*
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"The eyes'? You sound like the crazy one."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*I will stomp this man's kneecaps backwards :>*
*my dad is also making me slick my long hair back*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Dang. I just have to say that that is awesome.*
“IM NOT CRAZY YOUR CRAZY THE WORLD IS ENDING WE-CANT-STOP-ITHELPITSGOINGTOKILLUSALL……” his voice gets so fast it’s hard to understand
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“The blacklight? Spooky. Alright, will you try to attack me if I step too close?” If he
*from personal experience I can reccomend wearing baggier dress pants and a tank top, that helps the dress shirt be comfortable and if the pants are a little baggy then they'll not chafe when you walk. Also depending on the job find a pair that are more comfortable to stand slash walk on, qnd one that favors sitting*
*hope any of that helps*
*Thank you so much! Coming from you, that is a massive compliment!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hey, hey, hey, sorry. Speaking of meds, one second." She pops a few prescription pills, namely Ritalin and Klonopin and a few other anti-anxiety and psychotic drugs.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*i dont have a tank top. i might be able to get by with an undershirt though*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*just gonna repost this if anyone else is interested*
*Fair. For an undershirt I reccomend a plain white one. It won't show up under the dress shirt too much and will serve a similar purpose*
*thats the only kind that i have*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
A moment of silence. The red light shifts slightly. "I think that all depends on your actions, not mine. Anyone can be reasoned with, it just depends on how easily. Simultaneously, anyone can be provoked to violence. I cannot predict the future, pureblood."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*then that simplifies things :>*